When I was born in 1967 a gallon of gas was .33 cents. When I started driving, in 1983, it was $1.20. Now, it's just crazy...
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I noticed that Robin forgot to mention that we'd played
Empire Builder this past Saturday. In the game you're trying to earn $250 million and connect six (out of seven) major cities by building a network of railroads across North America. You make money by hauling various goods from city to city, with each city needing certain goods and producing others. The novelty of the game comes in with using crayons on the board to mark your rail lines. I was worried that Robin may not like the game, so I suggested we only play an hour. When the time was up she wanted to keep playing, and though we were only given another 30 minutes (before the boys sounded like they were
really tearing up their room...) she really liked the game.
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On Monday, after we returned from finding a place to live in Wilmore, Robin started packing for the move. I joined in on the fun yesterday. We have packed over 20 boxes, and 11 of those are filled with books, and we have more boxes of books in storage at my parent's house! The rest of the boxes contain clothes, chiefly winter clothing, and there's still more clothes to be packed in the boys' room and in our closet and dressers.
Then we have the multitude of games and DVDs and kitchen stuff...
Where'd we get all of the stuff?
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Hmm. In three years we've moved three times, though we did live in a small one-bedroom unit for five months while awaiting a two-bedroom, so in reality we lived in one place for one year, another for several months, and the remainder of the time in our current locale. It will be nice to live in the same place for the next three years.
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I
will comment on your comments regarding Christianity. I promise! Robin's right, though: I type old school, using two fingers, so I need some time to write my thoughts out...
But for the time being:
Carry On My Wayward Son
There'll Be Peace When You Are Done
Lay Your Weary Head To Rest
Don't You Cry No More
Once I Rose Above The Noise And Confusion
Just To Get A Glimpse Beyond This Illusion
I Was Soaring Ever Higher, But I Flew Too High
Though My Eyes Could See I Still Was A Blind Man
Though My Mind Could Think I Still Was A Mad Man
I Hear The Voices When I'm Dreaming,
I Can Hear Them Say
Carry On My Wayward Son,
There'll Be Peace When You Are Done
Lay Your Weary Head To Rest
Don't You Cry No More
Masquerading As A Man With A Reason
My Charade Is The Event Of The Season
And If I Claim To Be A Wise Man, It Surely
Means That I Don't Know
On A Stormy Sea Of Moving Emotion
Tossed About I'm Like A Ship On The Ocean
I Set A Course For Winds Of Fortune, But
I Hear The Voices Say
Carry On My Wayward Son
There'll Be Peace When You Are Done
Lay Your Weary Head To Rest
Don't You Cry No More
Carry On, You Will Always Remember
Carry On, Nothing Equals The Splendor
Now Your Life's No Longer Empty
Surely Heaven Waits For You
Carry On My Wayward Son
There'll Be Peace When You Are Done
Lay Your Weary Head To Rest
Don't You Cry No More
--"Carry on Wayward Son"
by Kansas