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KingEzekiel
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Name: Jesse
Gender: Male
Interests: My Wife, My Daughter, Friends, Relationships, Ribbon, Rain, Climbing
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Occupation: Cashier
Industry: Grocery
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Member Since:
12/30/2004
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| On Monday, September 21, 2009 it rained. Hard. Long. & wetly. I was scheduled 9-6 that day, & so had an hour lunch break at 13:00. A little before 13:00 the rain decided to let up for awhile, so it was only sprinkling pretty decently on my walk home for lunch, but all the water from earlier still hadn't found its way to the sewers. I took off my shoes & socks in the entryway, & waded across the parking lot toward home for lunch. Oh, & I should probably mention that I rolled up my pant-legs too, it was pretty deep out there. As I waded across the parking lot, I could see a whirlpool where the drain was, so I knew where the waist deep water was so I could avoid it. When I came back from lunch the whirlpool wasn't going anymore & I wondered if it was clogged. It rained more in the afternoon, & the parking-lot was pretty full when I went home at 18:00; I think it might have stopped raining by then, but it may have been a light rain still.
On Tuesday, the water had gone, but when I got home that evening, Nummy announced that she couldn't wash the dishes because there was no hot water. I figured that the flame had gone out (in the water heater) for some reason, & I'd just pop on downstairs & relight it. I opened the basement door. It looked a bit wet down there. I went down the stairs, only to find that not only was it a "bit wet" in the basement, it was downright swimmy! It was a good almost half-foot deep anyway. I aim a glance over at the heater & decide that it probably won't reboot until the water isn't quite so high in it. The sump-pump obviously wasn't working very well either, so I went over to check on it. It was deader than the mouse I found under my bookcase the other day. I pushed it, I prodded it, I told it ghost stories, but still no action. I checked the breakers, thinking maybe it had over-stressed, & tripped one. No such luck. By now I was trying to figure out where to buy a new pump, & how to know if the pipe fitting was the same, & whether it would be a good or bad idea to try to drain the basement with a bucket, (have I ever mentioned that the only entrance to the basement is in the middle of the house?) I unscrewed the pump from the pipe so that I could take it with me to the wherever, but before I went anywhere, I tried it one more time. It purred. It didn't pump, no, not at all. But it was obviously trying to do something now. I shook it a bit, & the noise changed. My inner beagle informed me that the reason that the pump wasn't working was that it had something jammed in its gullet. I pulled the base off of it & dragged out a finishing nail, several random chunks of oxidized ferrous material, & two Barbie shoes (not a pair). I set the pump back in the water, toggled the switch, & was very glad that I had it pointing away from me. I reattached everything, & a couple hours later the basement was merely a bit damp. The water-heater still wouldn't ignite.
On Wednesday morning before work, I tried starting the heater again, & it had dried out enough to ignite. The End.
Current Quote: A good watermelon will ring like a bell; a bad one will thud like a dead cow. ~(I discovered this on September 30 at work in the produce department.) | | |
| Last week, Nummy & I went (with Wendy, of course,) to a wedding in California. The groom was Nummy's uncle, the bride is now our aunt! ^_^
We also got to go to Disney Land! Thanks to Uncle Bill for supplying us with tickets, & to Mammy/Grammy/Nummy's Mom for transportation & assisting us with child care, (I should mention that her sisters who came with us helped some too.) I managed to sit in the front seat on Splash Mountain ^_^
It's good to be home though, even if it does mean I have to go to work.
Current Quote: Galloping Galoshes! ~cousin Brenna | | |
| Off the Eastern Coast near the District of Columbia?
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In the Gulf of Mexico near Texas? (Notice how this location appears to be a crater with a 5mi diameter base.)
Someday I want to help found a submarine city. | | |
| well, still haven't updated my last blog, but I set up a PayPal & eBay account! I'm feeling very geeky harhar | | |
| Okay, today I'm going to try to bite off & chew a very big subject in less than a half-hour.
How can God be singular & yet be Father, Son, & Spirit? Some people have compared God to an egg: it has a shell, a yolk, & albumen. Come ON, that's like comparing you to a rock because you have bones & are stubborn. Yeah, there is some claim to similarity, but your stubbornness is an act of will, & the rock's immobility is a lack of life. I find a comparison to Man to be more apt, (duh, God made us in His own image!) the Father is like the mind, the Son is like the body, & Spirit is spirit. But what does that -mean-?
When I think of the word "mind" the term "master-mind" comes to mind, & that's what the Father is: the portion of God that plans & comes up with all the ideas. The Son is the actionitative part of God, "All things through him did happen, and without him happened not even one thing that hath happened." John 1:3 (YLT) So when God began acting in a human body, Jesus was conceived. Now the hard part is figuring out how the Spirit fits in, so be sure to check back when I've had time to come back & edit that part in, I must be getting back to work now.
Okay, I'm finally getting back to this @_@
I've decided that comparing God with the USA government might work better! Okay, so the US gov. has some MAJOR problems, mostly due to a lack of character, which is totally unlike God. (I wonder if that was grammatical?)
So the Father may be compared to the congressional branch of gov. the source of decisions.
& the Son may be compared to the executive branch of gov. acting on the decisions.
& the Spirit may be compared to the Judicial branch of gov. ensuring that the decisions are properly enacted.
God's character might be compared to the constitution, only He doesn't go around changing it based on the weather, or if His spleen is wiggling a certain way.
That's all I have for this post. | | |
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