Wednesday, January 30, 2008

How Much ???

If you have read my blog for any time at all, you know that I love my church. We are starting our ninth year at Fellowship Church in Grapevine.

About 2 years ago we started the process of building a camp in east Texas, and a new campus in Downtown Ft. Worth that will open up next month. At the same time, we also opened up a campus in Miami, Florida.

We started a fundraising campaign and many people pledged to give over and above their tithe to help finance these projects. Our pastor came to us in December and said that our church needed to raise an additional $5 million in cash during the month to help with these projects. $5 million dollars is a lot of money to raise in a month, especially during December when people are focused on Christmas. Our church committed 5% of the money to be given to a church is Maceio, Brazil that we support.

I personally did not think there was any way that we were going to get close to the $5 million mark. Last night at church, our pastor announced that we had raised $6.8 million in cash in December. It is so exciting to be a part of a church where God is alive and working. I can’t wait to see all the lives He will change with the camp and the new church.

I feel so blessed to be a part of such an awesome church.

Sunday, January 27, 2008

A Brush With Death and Eternal Life

Janelle and Jacob (her boyfriend of a little over a year) came home this weekend. One of their friends, Brentdrick Walker, from college was killed in a motorcycle accident last Saturday and his funeral was this weekend in Dallas. Jacob lived with Brentdrick and a couple of other guys for a couple of weeks this semester while he was waiting to move into his apartment, and they also played on the HSU football team together.

This morning before the funeral, Janelle and I were talking about Jacob being so upset, but that the good news is that Brentdrick is in heaven and way better off than we are. At an early age, he came to grips that he was separated from God because of his sins and that Jesus Christ paid the price for him.

Janelle showed me this note about him that was on a tribute page on Facebook.

Note Was Written By A Man By The Name Of Matt Worthington. He Was There With Brentdrick In His Final Moments. Please Sit Down While You Read This.


The Accident Today on Washington & 10th3:00pm Saturday, Jan 19I held a dying man's head today. The soil from his scalp is on my fingers as I write this note.Life is very, very fragile. I don't think I realized that until just 30 minutes ago. Today I slept in, woke up to my roommates in my warm house, carpooled to Evan's parents' house with all of them for breakfast, and upon return we all happened to stumble upon the site of a freshly dressed disaster. I don't know how it happened, but I just know that it happened. He was lying there, seemingly asleep like he was merely snoring. When in reality, his tongue was bunched up against the roof of his mouth, and he was gargling his blood. He was not conscious, and his eyes looked glossy. One of his front teeth looked loose, there was some grass hanging off of it. The front end of his motorcycle had been smashed into a million pieces. His helmet apparently flew off. Much of his layered clothing had been pulled off of his body, one of his gloves missing and his pants pulled mostly down with both shoes in two different places in a 10 yard radius around the accident. His Interstate Batteries jacket had come over his back and was pulled tightly over his face, pinching his nose shut. I think he must have slid. I don't know that for sure though. People were gathering around the accident. My roommates and I ran up, and someone called the EMTs. A lady kept saying, "Don't move him! Don't move him!" I was angry at her because I knew that wasn't the best thing for him and I wanted one of us to save him, I didn't care if it was me or the lady whose lawn this man was sprawled out on. Instead, we were all just there, some of us standing and facing the accident, some with our faces pushed away towards the sky, but ultimately with no immediate solution. I don't think any of us really knew just how bad it was. We were all scared, feeling strangely connected to the bleeding man who none of us recognized.I told people that we had to get his head up. That lady kept yelling, "Don't move him! Don't move him!" but I could hear him choking on his blood and knew that his head being tilted back with his jacket pinching his nose was only obstructing the flow of oxygen into his body and making things worse. Then I said some things about trusting me and that this guy needed to have his head lifted so he could breathe. So I loosened the tension in his jacket and pulled it back over his face and bunched the jacket up under his head. We all laid our coats over him and people stuffed beanies and other soft things under his head to give him some support. We were all trying to open his airway. The lady who was telling us not to move him stopped yelling and started praying. After I lifted his head and tried loosening his jaw to try and get him to breathe in, I started panicking on the inside, hoping that the EMTs would just hurry up and do all of the things that I couldn't. I noticed that shortly after we lifted his head some blood poured out of his nose. The EMTs then pulled up and I rushed to tell them all of what we had done. I wanted to cry, but I couldn't. I was angry and sad, and so were many of us standing around. People started closing in around the EMTs and most of us didn't even know each other. The EMTs began opening his airway, giving him a breathing mask while the ambulance pulled up. Somehow we all became really close.The ambulance then showed up and placed several sticky pads around his chest with one big rectangular pad placed over his heart that was connected to a defibrillator. They induced shock treatment and I saw his body jolt. There was a guy that showed up, probably my age, who hadn't been there before. He had a very strong foreign accent and just kept saying, "He's gone. He's gone." I tried not to listen to what he was saying, but it was hard because everyone else was positioned somewhere away from the two of us. I almost started crying because I felt like all of us had failed. "You don't know that," I said. But he just kept saying "He's gone", and then he complained about the stupidity of people who ride motorcycles. I couldn't tell him, but I wanted to punch him because I didn't understand how he could be so insensitive while someone was injured like this. It's not until now, as I write this, that I understand that people deal with tragedies in different ways. They put the man on a stretcher and loaded him into an ambulance.I asked the EMT, "Is he breathing?" And while loading things in his bag he said, "I don't know." "Well, do you think he'll make it?" I responded. The man continued typing up tubes and stuffing things back in their proper pouches and replied with his head down, "I'm not gonna guess."Evan, Spenser, Jason, and myself then stood around very somberly. Spenser asked if he could pray, then a lady came over and stood with us while Spenser asked God to be in all of the places that none of us could be in right now: with the family, with the hands of the doctors, with the body of the man, all of those places we knew were deeply engaged in the pain surrounding this accident. The guy who I wanted to punch came over and kept saying, "He's gone. He's gone. How can people ride those things? It's so stupid. He's gone. He's gone." We tried to help gather the injured man's things, but the police told us to leave them on the ground. They were still questioning the man who hit him with his car. As I watched them talk, I remember thinking how much I would hate to be the driver of the vehicle who hit this man. I can't even imagine what it feels like to know that because you were rushing somewhere, you may have killed someone.After that, all four of us walked to Evan's car. On the ride home, no one really talked. There were a few words, I think. Perhaps I just wasn't paying attention. All I could think about was how just a few feet, and a few seconds in front of us, someone was now flirting with eternity. Death was near to all of us today because we touched a man who was being hugged by his mortality. I don't think I'd ever felt so human. I don't know what else to say except that I hope the man makes it. I hope his family is okay too.I don't know that I can do much today after seeing that. I think I may go and sleep.

Wow, is all I can say. At his funeral service, the pastor talked about Brentdrick’s personal relationship with the Lord and his guarantee of spending an eternity in Heaven. That is the only way you find comfort in times like these.

Saturday, January 26, 2008

Jobs I've Had

I decided to expand on the last post and reminisce about all of the jobs I have had in my life. There have not been a lot compared to others, but considering that I have not worked full time since 1983, there are.

I have always wanted to do "fun" stuff and some of the jobs I have had started out as helping a friend with something.

I couldn't wait to work because I wanted my own money. I started when I was 15.

*Seven Seas (used to be next to 6 Flags) - Worked on an ice cream cart all summer. I made $1.90 an hour and usually worked 40 hours a week in my ruffled pink uniform dress.

*Randol Mill Pharmacy - Clerk. I worked for a few months. I quit when I had to work on a Friday night and had to miss a football game.

*Watson's Department Store - Wrapped gifts during the Christmas season.

*Great Southwest/Arlington Community Hospital - Worked in Medical Records for 9 years

*Oak Knoll Designs - My families Interior Decorating Business. I sold wallpaper and blinds and drapes

*Covered paper mache eggs for a friend. She painted them and sold them to a boutique in Dallas

*Painted T-Shirts -This was a big job. I mass produced these for a girl that would send them to someone else that would sew 2 shirts together with a ruffle and sell them for $150. That was a lot back in the early 90's. My kitchen was covered with T-shirts and paint.

*Lume Nails - New from California, this was a gel that you painted on your nails and then put them under a special light. They looked like sculptured nails. I signed up to "sell" so my friends and family could get the supplies at cost.

*Units - We bought clothes from the warehouse in Dallas and sold them to everyone we knew. They were mix and match pieces for women and kids. Every couple of weeks, they would have a new fabric or design and they were cheap. I had a new outfit every day.

*Pumpkin Rolls - I had a neighborhood friend who "invented" the first pumpkin rolls back in the 80's and sold them at craft fairs. She now has her own bakery in Dallas and has been featured in Neiman's. I helped her one season and made 200 in 3 days. My kitchen was covered in powdered sugar.

*Beauty Control - Have "sold" it for several years. With 4 girls in the family, I don't have to sell it to anyone but us to keep my minimum order. This gets it for us at cost.

*Cookies in Bloom - My friend opened a cookie store and I worked a couple of days a week to help her decorate cookies.

*Mystery Shopper - Worked for a couple of months Mystery Shopping at Kroger

*Beanie Babies - Bought and sold over the internet for fun. Made pretty good money. Had a blast hunting them down. Stood in many lines and went out one morning at 3:00 a.m. just to get some new ones that were being put out at 6:00 a.m.

*Stocked Cigarettes at K-Mart - Applied for a part time "merchandising" job in the paper. Worked about 5 hours a week and after I got the job, found out I was going to be stocking cigarettes and cigars.

*Legal Assistant- Worked for a friend that is an attorney that was leaving his downtown firm and starting on his own. Great job. I worked for 4 years. I came in when I wanted, worked as long as I wanted and took off when I wanted. He was desperate for help so he was happy to have me whenever I could work.

*President of "3 of Hearts" Fan Club - My friends daughter was given a recording contract with RCA. RCA went all out promoting them (spent $1 million on promotions along with Gillette and Walmart), but they dropped them when their album was a bust. They needed help with the "fan club". Lots of work, but lots of fun. Got to go around to radio station, go to Nashville for "Fan Fair", and go to the CMA Awards show. Went back stage and met several country music stars including Tim McGraw and Faith Hill.

*Party Planner - Put on company Christmas party for friend who is president of her company.

*Gymboree - Worked a couple of days a month to get the 40% discount. Realized I spent way more on clothes just because I was getting a good deal.

*Wade Funeral Home - Answered the phone and helped with paper work a few times for my friends that own a funeral home.

*Private Investigator - My last "job" that lasted for 3 weeks.

*"Anything and Everything He Wants Me To Do" - I almost forgot this one. Pops has had a consulting business for 15 years. I do all invoices, paperwork etc. for him. This week I spent 2 full days typing and running back and forth to Office Depot and FedEx Kinko's preparing notebooks for a job he is working on. If I didn't work, he wouldn't get paid because paperwork and travel reservations are not his strength.

This is it. I don't plan on ever doing anything else . . . . unless something fun comes along that I just can't pass up.

Friday, January 25, 2008

4 Things Meme

Brea (Jennifer's friend from college and her "maid of honor" in her wedding) tagged me for this 4 things meme. Here it goes.

4 Jobs I've Had:
1. Post to follow on all of my jobs

4 Movies Watched Over and Over:
1. Parent Trap – Old Version – My kids favorite movie
2. My Best Friends Wedding – Great nap background noise
3. Father of the Bride – Great nap background noise
4. Little Mermaid – Because Janelle watched it 5 times a day when she was little

4 Places I've Lived:
1. Ft. Worth, TX
2. Arlington, TX
3. Hampton, VA – For 8 months when I was 11. My dad was transferred temporarily for his job
4. Bedford, TX

4 TV Shows I Watch:
1. Desperate Housewives
2. Grey’s Anatomy
3. Real Housewives of Orange County
4. American Idol

4 Places I’ve Been (outside the US):
1. Switzerland
2. Rio De Janeiro, Brazil
3. Hawaii
4. Victoria BC

4 People who e-mail Me Regularly:
1. Jennifer
2. Tina
3. Janelle
4. Jordan

4 Favorite Things to Eat:
1. Mexican food
2. Bread and butter
3. Anything with Dr. Pepper
4. Anything sweet

4 Places I'd Rather Be:
1. Anywhere with Pops (yes we still have fun after all these years) and my family
2. At Celebrity Bakery eating lunch with any of my friends
3. In my hot bathtub at night with my People magazine
4. At La Jolla Beach

4 Things I Look Forward to This Year:
1. Getting my kitchen finished. It looks like it will be at least May until my sink, furniture and shutters are all in.
2. Karsyn getting big enough to be out of diapers and to talk where I can understand everything she jabbers. She jabbers all the time, so that will be interesting.
3. Traveling with Pops
4. Enjoying my family

4 People to Tag:
1. Janelle and Ella
2. Sandra
3. Jennifer
4. You

My Detective Skills

Thanks for all of your fun comments. GiGi and Brea mentioned "the purse" incident, so since I don't have much to write about these days, I will put the details on here about my detective skills and how I have passed them on.

Back on a Friday in April, Jennifer was getting ready to bring the girls over here when she realized that she couldn't find her cell phone in the car. She had a bad habit of leaving her purse in her car, but she always kept the garage door close,d so it wasn't a problem. She realized that the night before, Lamar had gone to the store and not closed the garage door from about 8:30 - 10:00 p.m. They live in a cul de sac close to the police department, so normally you wouldn't think anything about it.

As she looked around for her cell phone, she realized that some of the contents of her purse were on the seat, but her purse was missing. She told me when she got over here with the girls, and I told her to check her bank account online. Sure enough, starting at 9:30 p.m., someone had started using her credit card. There was a $150+ charge to a gas station close to her house and $200 to Albertson's.

She called the police, but we knew this would be a low priority situation, so we needed to take matters into our own hands. She was very smart and got her phone records. You always hope that a "dumb" criminal will be the one to steal your stuff and sure enough, she got lucky. The "dumb" criminal used her cell phone to call his friends. When she found out where her card had been used, she went to the gas station and Albertson's. She talked to the manager who had waited on the criminal and the gas station pulled up video of the sale. (He was even dumb enough to used his "gas station member card" to get credit for the sale.)

Let me stop a little bit to tell you about my day. Pops and I were leaving for Florida the next morning on an early flight. I had not packed or gone to the store to buy the essentials for traveling, which of course always includes some new clothes. To make matters a little more complicated, it was 3:30 in the afternoon and I had to be at a graduation reception at Pop's office and then go to graduation and a late dinner with the graduation speaker. When was I going to get my shopping and packing done????? Pops had some important paperwork that had to be submitted by that evening and I was in the middle of working on that also.

But duty calls. I got Jennifer's phone information and started calling numbers. Low and behold, the first person I called that answered was the perfect link to the entire case. She was in class and couldn't talk (but she did manage to answer her phone which I found humorous) and after much convincing, she told me that her mother knew about everything and I could talk to her and she gave me her address.

I googled the address and quickly made my way over to talk to Mom. I had Jennifer follow me in case someone shot me because it was a really bad neighborhood. Mom worked in the office of the apartment complex. I went in and nicely talked to her and convinced her that she didn't want "those kind of people" (dumb criminals) talking to her daughter. She was very nice and I gave her my phone number, figuring she would never call me back.

The next night, while I was in Florida, I got a call on my cellphone from Mom telling me that she had checked around, and gave me the criminals name and told me she had talked to his mom and his mom found all the stuff he had bought in a bag with the cell phone. By Sunday, with the help of the police (my Bedford police friend and his brother that works for the department that was working on Jennifer's case) the criminal was in the Tarrant County jail.

Funny how things work out, but her purse was found on the side of the road in Bedford by my Bedford police friend, and at that time, he didn't even know who it belonged to. She ended up getting everything back except some gift cards she had in her wallet.

We don't know what happened to the criminal. With my super sleuth techniques, we did keep up with his stay at the Tarrant County hotel, where he stayed for over 2 months. I am guessing that he didn't have bond money. He was charged with burglary of a habitation.

I ended up skipping the reception and graduation so I could finish my detective work and go to the mall, but made it for the dinner. When duty calls, you just have to get your priorities straight!

Thursday, January 24, 2008

Questions Answered - Dream Job

I got some great questions. "K in the Mirror" (I am guessing this is Kelli and I have missed your blog), first wanted to know my dream job. I thought I had it last summer and then I got fired after three weeks.

My two biggest interests career wise have always been medicine and law enforcement. Why, I don't know, but I love them both. When I was 16, I started working at a hospital in Medical Records. I stayed there for 9 years and worked my way around in the department. I loved it! You knew everything going on, but you didn't actually have to have hands on contact. It was so interesting. If I went back to work, I would love to do the same thing. I am sure it has changed in the last 25 years.

Law enforcement is my other big passion. My mother used to always tell me I should be a Private Investigator since I was always so curious about what is going on, and if I didn't know the answer, I was sure going to find it.

In 1997, I was asked to be on the Tarrant County Grand Jury. It was a 3 month term and you went to the courthouse every other Wednesday and every Thursday and Friday. The Grand Jury is responsible for reviewing every felony case to make sure there is probable cause that the crime was actually committed, and that the case should be moved forward. Prosecutors from the DA's office present the cases and you vote on each one. Most of them were DWI, theft, or drugs, but we had several murder cases. Most of the time it was just the prosecutor, but every once in a while there would be witnesses. We reviewed about 1500 cases during the term.

I loved every minute of it! I said I could be a professional Grand Juror. I got to serve again in 2002 and 2003. I was asked again in 2006 and just this past summer, but I had to turn them down since I was traveling in the summer and babysitting the girls. I was so disappointed. I would love to get the opportunity to do it again. It was one of the most interesting things I have done in my life.

During this same time period, I got an email from the Bedford Police Department saying they had a few openings in their Citizens Police Academy. I jumped on that. It is a program that selects 12 citizens and takes them through a 12 week academy. You learn all aspects of police work and even get to go to the range and shoot the police guns. It was so interesting.

I went out and bought a police scanner. I keep it in my car. I don't listen to it often, but when I am out and hear sirens, I will turn it on. I have caught some interesting things; hostage situations and an arson with suicide attempt/Careflight in progress.

Since I am a member of the BCPAAA, I can ride out with the police whenever I want. It has been a while since I have been out, but it is fun. One of my friends is an officer and I go with him. He has recently gone back to nights so I need to ride again. Much more interesting than days. He will stop by my house sometimes when he is riding around and it is funny to watch the neighbors reactions as they drive by. They must think we have a lot of crime around our house.

All this leads to my "dream job." Last summer, I was challenged to come up with my dream job and pursue it. My dream job would be a Private Investigator. I emailed and called around to a few people and talked to a guy with a PI firm. We met the next day and he hired me on the spot. When he hired me, I told him my family came first.

I did a couple of surveillance jobs and "chased down" a couple of people. It was so much fun. My first job was a success and my second was going well. He gave me a third assignment which I was a little uncomfortable with. I was to sit in a bar with my "boss" and watch someone for about 3 hours, take pictures and then follow her to pick up her child from daycare. The thought crossed my mind about what if someone I knew (or that knew me from church) saw me sitting in a bar with another man for hours. Would that damage mine or my husbands reputation?

While I was making arrangements to meet him, he asked what I was doing the next night, which was Friday. I told him I could not work on Friday, Saturday or Sunday nights because that was when my husband and I went out, but I could work any other time. He said, "Well this is the first I have heard of this and if you can't work then, I don't need you." (Click)

My career was over, just like that. I did check into PI some more, but then realized that I would need to work when others don't want to, nights, weekends and holidays. It was a short lived dream, but fun while I did it. I did get 3 paychecks, so I can say I really was a PI.

My family thought it was such a joke and they nicknamed me, "Lolly Marsh, PI."

In "real life", I am living my dream job. For as long as I can remember, all I ever wanted to do was be a wife and a mother. Now I am also blessed to be a grandmother to two precious little girls. Who could ask for more?

Tuesday, January 22, 2008

Questions Anyone????

It has been very uneventful around here. Not much going on, just very cold. I am a wimp. Cold hurts. I don't like the cold and I don't like the heat. I just need to move to San Diego.

I have been reading my usual blogs and there is a recurring theme. "The Question Game." Ask me anything you want to know about me and I will try to answer. If all three of you ask a question, it might give me something to write about for a couple of days. It has been fun reading the blogger responses.

Wednesday, January 16, 2008

Day #3 In The Bathtub





The kitchen is still "closed". Today is day #3. The girls have had fun eating in the bathtub. You don't realize how messy they are until you start washing away the crumbs. Maybe Friday we will be able to eat in the kitchen again.

Monday, January 14, 2008

Lolly Is Getting Creative!

I have people working in my kitchen this week, so it is off limits. That would not be a problem for me at all (since I haven't cooked in months), but with the girls, it gets a little crazy. I am a Nazi when it comes to them staying in the kitchen to eat and drink.

I need to be home all day so that I can give my approval for the work, so where in the world are the girls going to eat? I can't expect them to go all day without food or drink.

I started thinking this morning that we could go to McDonald's and get Happy Meals, but where would they eat them. It's too cold to sit on the patio. I think came up with a brilliant solution . They can eat them in my bathtub. I told Landrie that she would get to have a campout in my bathroom and pretend that the tub is her tent. She liked that idea and I love it because any crumbs can be washed down the drain.

It was a good thing they ate in the bathtub because there were lots of crumbs and Karsyn spilled her drink.

Wednesday, January 9, 2008

Boys Make Passes at Girls That Wear Glasses


Now that I am "older", I need glass for everything I do. I have them in my purse, several pairs in my night stand, the bathroom, and in every drawer in the house. Landrie and Karsyn love to take my glasses and wear them around. I don't know how they can see with them, but they manage to walk around with them, usually looking over the top.
When Janelle was about 5, she wanted glasses so bad. We found some red ones at Claire's that were "fake". She wore them everywhere. She especially love it when people would comment on how cute they were. She still loves to be told how cute she is!
When I was Christmas shopping last month, I walked by Claire's and wondered if they still had glasses. Low and behold, I found 2 pairs. They are just the right size. Karyn still likes mine better, but I think she can see better with her own.

New Restaurant - Mi Chula's

A new Mexican restaurant has opened in Southlake. Since Mexican is our favorite, it didn't take us long to get there. We always make the mistake of trying a restaurant too soon before they get the kinks worked out, but we just can't wait.

Mi Chula's is located on 1709 in the same shopping center as Central Market. It has the same concept and Pei Wei, you order and they bring it to your table.

I'm not going to rush back over there, but it wasn't bad and is worth another try. The food is very fresh and all made in house. The hot sauce and chips were good. I had the LuLu, which was a cheese enchilada, tamale and taco. The rice and beans were very good. I tried the fajita meat which was good along with the spicy BBQ ribs that were great.

The service was a little slow, but that is expected for a new restaurant. Give it a try, I don't think you will be disappointed.

Sunday, January 6, 2008

Flip Flop Disaster

Whenever we travel, Pops complains because we need an extra suitcase for my shoes. (I still remember a card he gave me one time that said, "I love you so much I would give you the world, but then you would have to buy a pair of shoes to go with it."

I decided to be conservative when we went to Fredricksburg and only take 2 pairs. Black flip flops and black heels. (Last time we went to Vegas for 3 nights, I counted 11 pairs, you have to match every outfit you are wearing and MIGHT wear.)

As we were walking down the streets of Fredricksburg on a beautiful sunny day, my $2.99 New York and Co. favorite flip flops broke. I definitely got my moneys worth out of those, but what is a girl to do in December when flip flops are not readily available. I knew I was in trouble.

I carried the broken shoe so that people would not notice and think I was just trashy going barefoot through town. In despair, I noticed a store a few doors down that had shoes.

They actually had a pretty good selection of flip flops, but nothing plain and black. There were some $48 Reefs that were black, but they had a 2 inch thick sole that I would look ridiculous in. I did see some shoes that I kind of liked, but they were $125.

I contemplated back and forth, do I buy the $48 shoes to wear long enough to get back home or do I go crazy and spend $125 on a pair of flip flops? After much deliberation, I decided the money would be better spent on something I would wear. I have been wearing them almost every day since, even to the point of getting a blister on the top of my foot.

I bet that Pops will not make fun of my extra suitcase of shoes anymore. It is much more cost efficient!

Friday, January 4, 2008

The Pizza War

It has been a long time since I have posted about a restaurant. Yes, I have eaten and if you could see me, you would know I have not gone without any nutrition.

Christmas is a very stressful time for me with the decorations, gift buying and wrapping. I make myself crazy getting all 8 immediate family members even (I went as crazy as to have spreadsheets this year). I also buy for 24 extended family members. Christmas is fun, but it is a beating.

For the past couple of months, I have been working on gutting out the kitchen. I can usually pick stuff very quickly, but I have had a hard time. It took me about a month to pick the floor and I have been to the granite company 6 times in the last week. I am so afraid of making a mistake. All this to say, the floor guys came the morning of December 26th to jackhammer up my old floor. I took down all my Christmas decorations starting at 6:00 a.m. and have been cleaning dust since then and still have more to go.

We always go out of town for a few days after Christmas to de-stress, so this year we chose a Bed and Breakfast in Fredricksburg.

All that said and done, we have been to two new pizza restaurants. By the end of this month, there will be 3 new high end pizza places in the Southlake/Grapevine area and we are going to check them all out.

Saturday night, we went to Coal Vines Pizza and Wine Bar in Southlake. We got there around 6:45 and had to wait about 45 minutes. We quickly realized the emphasis was on Wine Bar and not Pizza. We finally sat down on the patio with the butane heaters. The only problem, out heater just ran out of butane. It was 42 degrees and very cold. The Caesar salad was good, but he pizza was not. Cardboard with a little cheese. All of the employees from the hostess to the waiter could not have been nicer, but the food was not that great. I am sure they will succeed because it will make it with the Wine Bar. We had our first and last trip.

Last night, we went to the new Fireside Pies in Grapevine. They opened on Wednesday. I knew they were opening, but it was not obvious from the outside. The outside lights were not yet working and there is no sign yet, so it wasn't crowded like its sister restaurant in Dallas.

The cheese salad is still one of my favorites. It has a roasted red pepper ranch dressing on lettuce mixed with 4 different kinds of cheese. Very good and very big. 3 of us didn't finish it. We had a pizza with two kinds of sausage and Jimmy's meatballs. Good. But the best part. . . the signature blackberry cheesecake. I know it is January 3rd and I should still be eating healthy, but I just couldn't resist and I am glad I didn't. This is a bold statement, but this is the BEST cheesecake I have ever had anywhere. This is my 3rd time to have it and I have thought that each time. It has a very thin ribbon of blackberry sauce running through the center and on the outside, but the cheesecake itself it just perfect. The perfect sweetness, density, crust (vanilla wafer). It is great. If you don't try anything else, you need to try the cheesecake.

Campania Pizza opens in Southlake in a couple of weeks and we will have to give it a try.

Wednesday, January 2, 2008

Please Pray for Beckye

Update: I received a message from Gene that they still don't know what type meningitis Beckye has, but she is doing a little bit better. They told him her healing would be a long road. Thank you for your prayers and I know they appreciate them greatly.

I have a friend, Beckye Booher who is very sick and in need of lots of prayer. Her husband sent me a email asking that she be put on all prayer list. She has meningitis and is in ICU in a hospital in Dallas. She has had a tube inserted in her brain to drain the fluids, but the infection is in her brain and her spine. The Booher family would appreciate your prayers.