Everyone is busy. So I will not tell you that I am busy. My list is just longer than the hours in the day. We have been home from this trip to see the kids and do the river boat cruise for almost two weeks. You know what that means.
It's about time to pack my bags again! Not kidding.
It's about time to pack my bags again! Not kidding.
I am really excited to be going on a medical mission trip with some doctors and nurses from Kansas City. I have been on church mission trips before, but I have never had the opportunity to practice my medical skills on others. Oh, yeah, I have been doctoring my family and animals for years, but this is the first time I will get to wear scrubs and do what someone tells me to do. We will be gone a couple of weeks, and we are going to visit two different areas with need. So I have been catching my laundry up, cramming about 8 weeks of office work into 2, and I am hoping for forgiveness for the things I am overlooking.
Today, I thought I would just make a quick post about my obsession with signs. I don't know why, but I love signs. I photograph them when I can, and things that would make teenage boys snicker are no big deal in another country.
Can you imagine? Maybe it's just because I have raised 2, I mean 3, boys.
I didn't say it was funny, I just meant, 15-20 years ago,
that would have caused quite a ruckus in my family.
Maybe it's just me, but this looks a bit confusing.
This one looks a bit easier.
Simple. Street sign. I probably can't pronounce it, but I understand it.
Okay. Seriously. Whaaaaa?
Here's my guess. Gloves for gentlemen. Serve yourself.
So why have a picture of a woman's hand with a lacy looking glove?
Just pretty, and painted on the side of a building. France. Alsacians (sp?) or Alsatians take great pride in their heritage.
They want to be called Alsatian, even though that is an area of France.
Ever read your fortune on a tea bag tag? Christmas morning, this was my message. It was the coolest holiday spiced tea, with a distinct and different yoga pose on every box.
We had to go and buy a few before we came home.
Shock of the year. When you have a name that is not spelled in a typical way, like mine, it knocks you over when someone randomly spells your name correctly. Happened to my daughter-in-love one morning at the coffee shop.
We all just looked at each other and laughed.
