Fall in Texas

It’s fall in Texas.  I don’t know what that means because the only apparent change is the temperature.  Our leaky pipi reminds me of a joke:  A man took his friend from Texas to Niagara Falls to finally show him that there were big things other than in Texas.  As they stood next to the roaring falls.  The man said to his Texan friend,  “Do they have anything this big in Texas?”  “No,” said the Texan, “But we have plumbers who could fix it.”

Maggie’s visit was a welcome respite from our regular routine.  We watched kid’s DVD’s, drank chocolate milk, went swimming, and went to McDonalds.  I told Maggie that McDonalds never advertises “Unhappy Meals” at McDonalds.  They tout McRibs but never McMisery Meals. (2 Ne. 2:27)

Fune time

We stopped at a city park in Conroe, TC and the kids were transported with a variety of fun options.  There was a fat tree squirrel lying on the cool, wet sand.  I thought at first that it was road kill but he was just enjoying the cooler fall weather. 

I took a picture of this old tractor at the park.  We also got a picture of several new tracters at the District Mtg. in Huntsville after the first transfer. 

Anticipation was high at the snow cone booth

I took a picture of this old tractor at the park.  We also got a picture of several new tracters at the District Mtg. in Huntsville after the first transfer. 

Back row l to r Elder Field, Elder Smith from Huntsville, Elder Perkins,
Elder ?(temp), Elder Schiffman from Madisonville.  Front row
Elder & Sister LeBaron, Sister Seymour, Sister Gutierrez from Huntsville
and Sister & Elder Lane from Crockett

After the park we stopped at TJ Maxx (the Haj equivalent of Mecca.)  A couple of ladies at the entrance said, “What ward are you from.”  Maggie was taken aback.  They continued, “We’re from the Conroe Second Ward.”  After we left the store, Maggie furrowed her brow and queried, “Was my shirt askew and were my garments showing?”  She couldn’t figure out how she has been profiled as being a member.  I said, “You may not have been showing your religion. It was possibly our name tags.”  #oh yeah right.

This week I bought this sign that I found at an Antiques Fair in Huntsville.  It says: Counter Lunch (which makes me think it was made by a dyslexic sign maker.)  Maggie said that dyslexic poets always write “in verse.”  

   

Note the spelling of Theraphy in this picture with Mom.“I’d like to challenge that!”

Last week’s FHE activity was at the game room of the student center: pool, darts, Ping-Pong, air hockey, foosball, etc.  The institute is going to be doing a Primary activity at the ward on Halloween so we’ve been gathering props.  I so wish that we could have all of the extended LeBaron family there in costume.  I have to curb my natural sadistic desire to scare others and have a kinder, gentler, name-tag wearing “spook alley.”  We’ll just jump out and say scary things such as: “Will you stop smoking?” or “Will you be baptized next Saturday?”   Laffy Taffy riddles:  What did the pig do in the kitchen? Bacon  What kind of shorts do clouds wear?  Thunderwear

One of the quotes I liked is,  “In the sight of the Lord, it is not so much what we have done or where we have been but much more where we are willing to go.”  …  “In the service of the Lord, it is not where you serve but how.”  -Elder Edward Dube

It may not be on the mountain’s height, or over the stormy sea;
It may not be at the battle’s front my Lord will have need of me;
But if by a still, small voice He calls to paths I do not know,
I’ll answer, dear Lord, with my hand in Yours,
I’ll go where You want me to go.

I’ll go where You want me to go, dear Lord,
O’er mountain, or plain, or sea;
I’ll say what You want me to say, dear Lord,
I’ll be what You want me to be.