Gram's Place

An atomic clock is a type of clock that uses an atomic resonance frequency standard to feed its counter. The national standards say that it will maintain an accuracy of 1 part in 1014 (whatever that means, but it sounds really accurate). They maintain a continues and stable time and they are syncronized using lead seconds to UT1 which is based on actual rotations of the earth with respect to the mean sun. (ACCORDING to Wikipedia ). Sellers of this revolutionary clock boast of its accuracy and some of the selling points include, of course, that you will NEVER be late. ever. You know, because you always have the exact time. Makes sense. Except. The official time change occurred several weeks ago. My computer is correct, my cell phone is correct, my D cell battery operated 1956 alarm clock is correct, my ipod is correct.... But, for the past several weeks, every time I glance at the revolutionary atomic perfectly accurate clock in the office, I am temporarily thrown into orbit thinkin...

It wasn't all that long ago... was it 20 years? 25 years? okay... so, I take it back. It just seems like yesterday. I just remember when I went to my first garage sale. My mother-in-law got me hooked. She was such a great garage saler back-in-the-day. We would scope out the newspaper and mark the best ones, map it all out, and then head out early in hopes that they will open the doors just a teensy tinsy minute or two or five early so we can have a first look. We would always scorn on the ones who were rigid and stuck to the "NO early sales" rule. We were so funny. One of us would drive, and one would navigate.... and we would hit them all. every. single. one. Every spring, about this time, I begin to feel "it". If you are a garage saler you know what "it" is. I don't have to explain. But, I'll tell you - for those of you who don't know. "It" is a rush you begin to feel in anticipation of getting the best sale, the best deal. ...

I was hit this morning with a sudden realization that I haven't posted ANYthing on this blog for almost a week. No wonder I lose readers! I think today is another one of those random days. I told Heth the other day that I could probably tag all of my blog entries "random". After I walked away from the conversation, it struck me as really funny and I laughed all the way home. I am sure that nobody else sees it quite as funny as I do... it's my sense of humor that nobody ever seems to get. So, here are a few random pieces of information about our lives. 1. It's spring - and we know it because the pile of snow that was in the school playground is now black. It hasn't totally melted. It just turned black. 2. There were 17 (we counted them) robins in my backyard on Easter Sunday. 3. I have gained 10 pounds since Sunday from all the candy and creamy food we ate. 4. Haleigh has an interview this week for an internship in sunny california that she really wants. Good L...

A couple of weeks ago, my 9 year old told me she needed to wear jeans with butt pockets because on "What Not To Wear" they tell people with no butt to wear jeans with butt pockets. Hello? You're 9!! You're not supposed to have a butt! Yesterday, she asked her dad to borrow a pink tie to go with her outfit to wear to school. I was seriously thinking she was joking. She wasn't. She wore it. I was a little worried about how the other kids would take it. But, it must have gone well because today, she wanted another one to wear. I stood in the back of her, giving my husband "the eye"... so he said "not today". What would Stacy and Clinton say to that???

His Girl talked about spring today in her blog! I love her photos of Spring. Unfortuntaly, that isn't how it is in the midwest. Spring usually starts like this.... the ice and snow turn to slush. So, uh.... welcome spring?

Okay, so as you can see (if you frequent this blog daily that is) that I have a little blog identity crisis going on. I have changed it frequently lately and am still not satisfied. So, sorry if it's hard to read or if you get here and you think "this isn't the right blog"... cuz I just can't make up my mind right now. Maybe I should go back to the original boring one.

So, all night last night I couldn't sleep. I felt like I was Eli Stone. This song kept running through my head.... I like the song and all, but all. night. long? I Am Free Through You the blind will see Through You the mute will sing Through You the dead will rise Through You all hearts will praise Through You the darkness flees Through You my heart screams, I am free! I am free to run (I am free to run) I am free to dance (I am free to dance) I am free to live for you (I am free to live for you) I am free (I am free) Chorus: I am free I am free I am free to run (I am free to run) I am free to dance (I am free to dance) I am free to live for you (I am free to live for you) I am free (I am free) Yes I am free So, then this morning I got up and did my devotions. This is the verse I journaled on: S - Galatians 2:12&13 When he first arrived he ate with the Gentile Christians, who were not circumcised. But, afterward, when some friends of James came, Peter wouldn't eat with...