Wednesday, July 18, 2012

Summer Fun

Last week I rode shotgun with Husband on an overnight business trip to Austin. Since it was raining cats and dogs in Houston, it was good to get out of Dodge for awhile. Austin is so different from Houston. Rolling hills dot the landscape and a "hip" feeling prevails, reminding me of parts of San Diego. Anyway, on the way home we remembered to stop at the watermelon truck we saw on our drive into town the previous day. The thing set us back $8 but it was worth it since, after putting it on the bathroom scale at home, we found it weighed 45 pounds.

As you can see from the photo, Husband has a unique way of dealing with melons, as he does with so many things. He removes the rind with a knife, then cubes the entire thing. So far the monstrosity has lasted 6 days and we are still enjoying its delicious sweetness.

The Twins returned from camp safely but were so tired from the 13 hour drive that I almost forgot they were back home. They did mention they had been in a talent show but didn't go into great detail. It was only after a phone call from Sister#1 that I got a peek via FB exactly what they had been up to. Here, have a peek!

Well, there, now you have it. My shy, introverted Twins doing what they do best... Entertaining the troops.

Sunday, July 1, 2012

re·pent1    /rɪˈpɛnt/
1. to feel sorry, self-reproachful, or contrite for past conduct; regret or be conscience-stricken about a past action, attitude, etc. (often followed by of ): He repented after his thoughtless act.
2. to feel such sorrow for sin or fault as to be disposed to change one's life for the better; be penitent.

I realize this isn't a word we hear much about these days, but after my ranting yesterday about the Supreme Court's decision, I need to say I'm sorry. Actually, I'm not sorry for being upset, but for my response to the news. Sundays are a great day for me personally because I listen to the pastor remind me how great God is and how not great I am. In light of the fact that I spend all week deluding myself that I'm always right and I'm captain of my own ship, I ultimately love truth, even when it hurts. It's my weekly dose of a reality check.

Back to the Supreme Court. On my drive home from church, the situation became clearer. As a little girl, my younger sister and I once fought over a doll's dresser. She insisted it was hers and I insisted it was mine. My mom had always taught us to come up with solutions on our own but on this issue, we were stuck. We continued to fight over the toy until one day, she grabbed the dresser from us and broke it in half, handing one piece to each of us. "There," she said, "I've fixed the problem." She solved the problem in one sense, but it wasn't quite the answer we wanted. I think this may be what the Supreme Court did on Thursday regarding healthcare. For the last 25 years most people acknowledged the healthcare industry was, and continues to be, a mess. Unfortunately, the private sector never came up with solid, viable solutions. So, guess what? Mom stepped in and we don't like the answer.