Goulash

Not much to say today, so we'll just have a little beef, potatoes, veggies, and whatever else we can find to throw in the pot...

This is a big weekend, with a youth pastor candidate coming for the final step in the process of being extended a call. P. will be the happiest person on the planet if this process would just come to an end. We've been without a youth pastor for a year and a half and it has added lots of goulash to his plate in the meantime.

My dad sent me an article to comment on regarding some pretty ugly stuff going on in south Texas with illegal immigrants and illegal border guards. I hardly know what to think...my skeptical side never believes unsubstantiated reports of this nature, but like the article pointed out, this is not the kind of stuff you ever see on the news. So what is the answer? Build a really big fence? That's hard to fathom with thousands of miles of borders to protect. I think the first thing we need to do is stop paying for college tuition for illegals in Wisconsin. When they get more assistance than taxpayers, hmmm...am I missing something? Here we've been saving our goulash for years and taking extra jobs to help our kids while they're taking it right off our plates and giving it away. That'll give you indigestion for sure.

Old friends are the best friends. We sure enjoyed seeing T & P this past weekend. They had come to the big city for a little get-away, came to church, and then we went out for lunch. H came along, as she loves T & P just as much as we do. We figured we've been friends for 20 years, since E was in kindergarten. That's a lot of goulash.