We're having a much better day.
Jennifer got her Bonnie Cake......thank you Bonnie.
We're feeling the prayers. Thanks for those and the intercessions.
I fixed the settings for this blog, so you can now post comments....if there is a delay, it's because I put a delay on the actual publishing of comments until I have a chance to review and approve. Heck, my family is reading this. Anyone that knows us also knows that it's not safe to open the gates for my family to post anything they want.
Since we're not helping Jennifer with our ability to learn sign language, I've been downloading and testing free iPad apps that convert text to speech. As anyone with a scientific background knows, you have to have a control group, or baseline on which to test and compare results. I chose a phrase that has relevance to our early foray into sign language, "I'm sorry my fart exploded."
I have heard this phrase in a British accent, American accent, and a George W Bush (#43) accent. I cannot bring myself to download the Barry Santero (Obama) app. I'm still testing and may continue for awhile.
We just watched a rerun of Rules of Engagement, where the wife couldn't talk (wow...what a coincidence). Her husband was WAAAY worse at caring for her than I plan to be. (Did that come out right?)
Regardless, we have a long weekend ahead and Jennifer wants to partake in some indulgences that she will miss for a while: eating out, movie popcorn, eating out, yelling at kids, eating out... On top of that, we have another home swim meet to work. Kevin's coming by. And we'll visit Roy and Beth.
We hope everybody has a safe and happy Memorial Day Weekend. God bless our soldiers. They give more than we can ever hope to give (Thank you Chad). Stay safe.
Again, thank you for your prayers.
O Saint Peregrine, you who have been called "The Wonder-Worker" because of the numerous miracles which you have obtained from God for those who have had recourse to you, who for so many years bore in your own flesh this cancerous disease that destroys the very fiber of our being, and who had recourse to the source of all grace when the power of man could do no more: you who were favored with the vision of Jesus coming down from His Cross to heal your affliction, ask of God and Our Lady the cure of these sick persons whom we entrust to you Jennifer. Aided in this way by your powerful intercession, we shall sing praise to God for His great goodness and mercy. Amen.
We have made it our sole mission (in between obligatory and unnecessary trips to Target) to make sure Jennifer has everything to make her mouth (and tummy!) happy. When she comes back to work, she should expect us all to be at least ten pounds heavier, as a result. We may not be extra cute, but it will be worth it!
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