Deep Thoughts While Driving

As I was driving by what was formerly Bell's (hope you're enjoying your new parking lot, RPM), I saw the "Tulsa State Fair" sign. I realized that, although I am in Tulsa, I don't feel that the fair represents me as the people that run it are not, well, fair. I put my thinkin' cap on and came up with a new name for the fair - The M/M Fair. It could be the Murphy Miller Fair, or the Miller Murphy Fair, whichever works for you. That way, the name is a true representation of what lies behind it.

Count my family in as ones not attending the aforementioned fair. I've read some suggestions from people regarding attending the fair and wearing a certain colored shirt to show support for a "NO" vote on the river tax. I have another idea. Instead of giving $$ to M/M, why not just boycott the fair completely and stand outside with signs like "Don't forget Bell's", "Where's your business plan, Randi?" and statements like that. I would think that would get your message across clearer than wearing a certain colored shirt, and you don't have to give you $$ to M/M.

And, who knew KIT liked baseball? I was listening to a Drillers game last week and who made their way into the press box but KIT herself. So that meant that Mark Neely, one of the best announcers around, had to stop describing the game to give KIT airtime. How many games had she been to before that? I'm guessing not many.

Back to the previously mentioned trip to Wal-Mart Neighborhood Market...I was behind a lady in line who was holding up the line because she couldn't get the kind of cheese she wanted because it wasn't the kind of cheese that WIC approved. That, however, is not what got my attention. I understand that some people go through hard times and need assistance. My DH and his first wife were on it for a short time after their daughter was born. What frosted my cookies was the comment one of her three daughters made. She was probably about ten to twelve, sitting next to the candy display in the aisle reading a teenybopper magazine. When her mother and older sister went to leave (the youngest was an infant in the basket), she got up and said, "Can I take this with me?" Her older sister, probably fourteen to sixteen told her, "No, you have to pay for it." The pre-teen stomped her feet a couple of times and said, "Why? Don't you just swipe the card like we do for everything else?" Maybe I shouldn't be so hard on her, that attitude seems to be prevalent among our young people. I guess it just rubbed me the wrong way because I'm paying for her anyway, so shouldn't she feel some sort of responsibility? Either that, or I was waaaaaay too hungry and took something personal that I would have otherwise blown off. Yeah, that's probably it.

Oklahoma State Fair; Spiritual Issues

I did a little research and, from what I could find, Murphy Brothers has nothing to do with the State Fair in OKC, so guess where we're headed? If I have my way, I will never set foot at Expo Square again. On that note, I hope the Drillers do move so that I won't have a reason to go to that plot of land again.

I saw RPM (Randi "People-pleasin' Miller) was on KJRH the other night pumping up the river tax. I didn't watch it, so I don't know if Russ McCaskey got answers to any questions that he asked.

We had communion at our church yesterday; first time under the new pastor. I appreciated how it was handled. He taught about it and explained it, rather than just assuming that everyone knew what it was about. He also offered to speak with anyone after the service who had any questions about it. I didn't become a Christan until I became an adult, so I obviously didn't grow up with a lot of teaching on spiritual and biblical issues. When I first starting going to church, I felt like I was missing out on something. The church I got saved in was not big on teaching or instruction but focused more on what God could do for you. I didn't realize how much I was missing until I met my husband, who has a heart for teaching. He was quite eager to show me what I had been missing out on all those years. He grew up in the church and I envy his stories about camp, fellowships, and the like. I feel like I have a lot of catching up to do on spiritual items. He is very patient with me and answers any questions I have and is faithful to point me to the Scriptures for the ultimate answers. I've noticed recently that my desire for the deeper things in life is growing. I mean, who would've thought I would ever volunteer to teach a lesson on the Intertestamental Period...and am thinking about volunteering to teach the lesson on Titus and Philemon...talk about a miracle!

And one more thing...we have finally moved into the 21st century and have a home computer! Now I can blog whenever I want (I'm sure my work will appreciate this!).