The Trinity vs. "My Student".

I learned quite a bit this last Thursday and Friday while with Haley as she registered for classes at Oregon State University.
You see, Haley has become "my student". Not my daughter but "my student". And I wonder. How can she be "my student" when I'm not "her instructor"? But that's what they all call them. "Your student!" Huh?
So after four years of college, or better yet, many years of and in college as professors they still don't get it. "My student?" No! she is "their student!"
So since i'm really messed up over this and I just don't get it I have decided that it's much the same as the Holy Trinity. Since Jesus, The Holy Spirit and God are one and the same, then perhaps Haley can be Hopper, My daughter and "my student" all at the same time.
Perhaps English 101 will explain?
Thank you for taking this ride with me.

Camp Gitcheegoomee - continued

Camp Gitcheegoomee is open. Kids of all ages are welcome to explore the nearly 1/2 acre recently created for exploring. If Peter Pan and his buds were around, they would hang out there.
But beware Waterlions. And bears.
And if anyone is wondering if big stinking hedge trimmers can cut you? They can. I have proof. Luckily, I still have all my parts. A close call.
So come on by and spend some time being a kid.

Camp Gitcheegoomee and Indian Village are open for exporing.

More to follow.

Why did it have to be a snake?

OK. So I'm laying in bed last night thinking to myself how I really need to get to Lowes first thing in the morning and get the trim for the bottom of our front door.
But first, lets go back to earlier in the day shall we?
It was a nice day, sunny, a little breeze from the west, and while trimming the roses in the front I looked down to find a stinking snake hanging out on the stump of the old Cherry tree. Now it was only a little guy. About 18" long or so but nonetheless, he was a snake. IN MY FRONT YARD. So as any guy would do, I freaked out and told Emily that I needed a man! Someone that could capture this beast and remove it.
I didn't want to hurt it, I just wanted it gone. Of course Emily and Sue could be heard from Beaverton. They were really messed up.
So I got me a stick and a bucket. As I tried to get eem' I somehoe launched him about 20' into the air to near the mailbox. Wow! Snakes fly. I finally got him into the bucket and let him go in the back so he could grow up and get bigger. Oh boy!
Hayden was bummed cause he wanted to hold him. We will be admitting Hayden to his therapy classes soon.
So, I got the trim and in a few minutes, I will put it on so the slithery little guy won't invite himself for dinner. Dinner of course being me.........

I have been listening to a book on tape called Stories from Ground Zero. It's 18 hours of interviews and stories from Firefighters and Police Men and Women who were on hand during the World Trade Center attacks. Quite moving and very emotional. Too much went on that day to forget. And I hope I never do.
I have a renewed interest in the heros of those days.
I hope you get a chance to listen to this as well.
The photos to the left say so much. Especially the one on the right.

Ivory Liquid Helps Your Hands Look Young Again

Actually, I have no idea why I have referred to Ivory Liquid. Perhaps it's just another case of the Jimisms?
But what I do know is that my water timer in the backyard just came on.
Aren't you glad to know that?
Speaking of timer, have you noticed how it rymes with Heimer? As in Binkloheimer? As in Haley?
And did you know that in 8 days she will be graduated from high school? Oh my God!
Now this is what I call a random blogage. Actually blogage is a French word. It's meaning is yet to be determined.

Oregon vs. Arizona

Oregon Arizona