Peek-lays (or "Free at last")

This is how I say pickles in Spanish. It's not how most people say the word. I don't know the word in Spanish so I say it this way. When Chris asked me how to say pickles in Spanish, I told him peek-lays and he knew I was joshing. It's nice that my son-in-law knows me but loves me anyhow.

I had something else to say so I began a new post and now the subject has eluded me. Let me think...(blogger begins to track the thought down the rabbit trails in her mind...) Oh yes, I have put in my paperwork to join Family status at the International House of Prayer-Atlanta. I haven't heard anything in a week or so. Do you think that's an evil portent? I had to authorize a possible background check, give lots of information, including a testimony with some of the ups and downs of my life, and I had to get my pastor to write a recommendation. Since Monica is a section leader and I live with her, she was my designated pastor. I went from a family that doesn't even believe women should speak in church to having a 27 year-old unmarried woman for a pastor!! ;P

I love the weather; it's thundering and it'll probably rain again. God gave us such a good rain yesterday; I didn't have to water the garden today, and the weeds came right up when I tugged on them. I put down plank-ets under the baby watermelons so they won't rot.

I'm free from BPO. That's a disorder that attacks me every blueberry season. Maybe one of you clever readers will figure out what the letters stand for. I will try to remember to write it down somewhere so you won't think I changed it when you guess wrong. My freedom came about on this wise: 'twas the fourth of July, and Chris was driving his wifey and Josiah and moi to the fire orks demonstration at the Braves Stadium. On the way we stopped for ten glorious minutes in the local blueberry patch. After valiantly picking shriveled berry after shriveled berry, we gave up. I don't know what's wrong with the little fruities, but they taste horrid. Now I don't feel their siren call all day. Schemes to get to the blueberry patch are not constantly forming in my brain. I'm free at last.