| | Life Bullets- I'm still here. . .tired mind and body (particularly the aching back), but here. Papa Bear and I find that week three of insane hours is when the stress and exhaustion catch up with you. Last week the hours improved (it's all relative), but the week the store opened, he worked well over 100 hours.
 - I went to Atlanta over the weekend to see my sister's baby be baptized. Very sweet.
- My Mom rocks. . .for so many different reasons. Among them: She wanted us to be able to come to Atlanta, eventhough Papa Bear's truck had a flat (he therefore had to use the van), so she came to Athens and crammed all of us and our junk into her little Buick, Rendezvous. She brought me a new vaccuum, because I had mentioned that ours bit the dust. For Christmas. Eventhough she'd already clearly stated that the adults weren't exchanging gifts. And lastly, she thinks shoe shopping for her grandkids is fun. "There's a sale at Khol's. Who needs shoes?" I said, "Now you can tell Dad the next time he fusses about your Khol's charge, that it's b/c you keep my kids in shoes." To which she replied, "I enjoy doing it. He can't make me stop."
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Things I learned at Learning Grove, teaching science today (yep, subbing again): In outer space the unit of measure is "light years." A light year is 5.88 million miles, the distance that light travels in a year. Our galaxy, the Milky Way, is 100,000 light years across. If you counted the [billions of] stars in the Milky Way, one a second, it would take you 2,500 years to count them. And there are hundreds of billions of galaxies in the universe. To summarize: GOD. IS. BIG. The science, fun facts are courtesy of Louie Giglio. One more: Relative to what we know of the universe, our vast galaxy, the Milky Way, is something like the size of a quarter on the continent of North America. . . REALLY, REALLY BIG, PEOPLE! "He counts the stars; He calls them all by name." Psalm 147: 4 "When I consider your heavens, the work of your fingers, the moon, and the stars, which you have ordained; What is man that you are mindful of him. And the son of man that you visit him?" Psalm 8: 3,4 |
