Magic Trick

Abby was working on her slight of hand last night. She has learned it from her father.
There was only one little problem, the coin was not disappearing. She seemed to be doing it right, even blowing on it just perfect. I pointed out that one little flaw. "Abby that is strange. Usually when daddy does it, the coin disappears." To which she so truthfully replied, "Daddy is REALLY tricky. I'm not so tricky."

And where was Jeff you asked? Well we know a woman that asked him to be a ring bearer at her wedding. He said "Do I have to say anything?" She said he wouldn't so he agreed. I just laughed because I know things are different in Mexico, but he is a RING BEARER. I asked him if she needed a flower girl. Anyway, he went to rehearsal last night. When he returned he had a great story. At the rehearsal he found out he wasn't exactly talking he was going to be reading a verse, but then even more exciting news. No, he is not reading a verse; he needs to have the verse memorized....in Spanish...to say at the wedding...in front of many Spanish people. As he told me I just gasped...and laughed and laughed and laughed. However, if it had been me, I would have been in tears. I love my husband!

The people that you meet are in your Neighborhood

Hi friend... (putting on shoes)... will you be my neighbor? (putting on sweater) I knew you would... you know why.... cause I like you. Remember the world of perfect neighbors and Mister Rogers? Do you know how good it feels to have good neighbors and to feel safe in your neighborhood? We did too. There is a new guy in our neighborhood 2 doors down and BTW who would be the opposite of Mr. Rogers.... oh yeah...... our new neighbor! He came by our house the other night while I was watching the kids play outside. He handed me a can of some Squirt drink and started to talk to me. I cracked open the can and took a drink and thought... this doesn't taste too good and noticed that ANTI-Rogers was drunk. Then I looked at the can and saw the fine print that said... bebida de alcohol, contenido tequila. Anyway... this guy, who knows a little english, had determined that I was his *homie* as he proceeded to tell me that he dealt drugs in the states and now is conveniently back here cause he "likes it" here. Can you say hiding.... I knew you could. So here in Lazaro he has told me that he "knows" people and can have someone killed and that he has a gun. In fact... he told me that when he goes back to his house he is going to fire off a few rounds. When I asked him why he said because were in Mexico. Along this conversation I had a few questions for him... 1) are you still dealing drugs? 2)where did you learn your english? 3)Aren't guns illegal? I guess looking back these are not the best things to ask but... well... maybe he didn't remember. I did tell him after his "friends" comment that I had a friend too... Jesus Christ and he can change everything. He immediately didn't want to hear anything about it and I told him that whether or not he accepts Jesus that we can still be friends. Well, as the story goes... I asked Amy to "save me" and she called me in shortly after for "help" with the kids. Sure enough about 15 min. later I start hearing gun shots. Amy then says, "don't you think their neighbors or someone would say something to him?" (he rents a room from some of our good neighbors) and I said to Amy, "Would you go talk to a drunk man with a pistol and ask him to stop?"

Good neighbors are hard to find..... Gotta go... here comes the trolley train.