Heard part of a song on my way to work this morning that made laugh out loud – the sentiment, I’m sure, was honest and true, but it just cracked me up. I’ve no clue who was singing – or the name of the song – it was on the Christian radio station about 7:45 Alaska morning time.

The phrase? Talking about the crucifixion – after 3 days . . . you can’t keep a good Man down.

And my laughter? Not so much at the sentiment – because it is true – He arose on the third day – but more because my reaction was so much like my Grandma Abbott would have had – did have whenever my sister and I would rave about the (at that time) new group, the Beatles. She would roll her eyes and bemoan the insensitivities of youth these days.

Yes, I admit, my first thought was on the irreverence – or perceived irreverence of the phrase. But you know what?

I’m ever so glad that the devil could NOT keep THE Good Man down!

It is a GOOD Friday, indeed.

Hubby moose works as a Shadow at the middle school near our house. He works with a 6th grader and has a heart for each of the kids who cross his path daily.

One little girl is very ill – leukemia – and the parents of her classmates and others have been doing things to fundraise to help the family with the mounting expenses.

The latest event was a mass hair cutting of ponytails to be sent to Locks of Love.  The stylists worked for free – those who simply wanted their ponytails cut and sent to the charity paid no money. Those who wanted a bit of styling paid $25 which was, in turn, collected for the family.

A few days ago hubby came home and said he had made a wager with a teacher at the school – a male who has a very nice long ponytail. The women in the office had been after the man to get his hair cut for the fundraiser. He was reluctant (his SO wouldn’t like it) so hubby moose told him that if HE did it hubby moose would do it! (Hubby moose is VERY secure in his manhood!)

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The first of the year – miles that is – okay, I know that it is only a portion of ONE mile, but a gal’s gotta start SOMEWHERE, right? Right.

The distance from my work place to the highway (or what passes for a highway in Kenai, Alaska) is .3 mile. That means the return trip is another .3 (add a teensy bit for crossing the road twice so as to face oncoming traffic). And, that is the distance I walked today. Ouch! my hips – well, the outside tops of my thighs – HURT! My lower back complained, too.

This pain is why I quit walking after the car accident two summers ago. But quitting walking has just allowed me to pile back on all the weight I had lost. Ugh!

I figure if I take it easy – don’t push for time or distance – sooner rather than later I will be able to not only walk this road, but be able to make a turn at the highway and head either north or south. That’s the way I figure. We’ll see what happens in reality. I’ve done it before so . . . hang in there with me, okay?

In other news:

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The Boy is home, Lessa writes. More on that after he wakes up, I’m sure.I just got a ahug from the boy who came to see me bearing a gift. A keychain featuring the Eiffel Tower. All together now . . . awwwwwwwwwwwwww

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 Hey, all you crafty folks out there – please go over and read my entry today at Knitting Passion about keeping our veterans warm. Thanks.

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Well, not quite yet – but the temps ARE inching up every day. We were clear up to 34 yesterday! WOOT!!!

And the angel is melting

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