That’s Elbert With An E

A couple of pictures that I should have posted last week, I am posting now. North Laurel Elementary had their field day on May 2nd. Chopper 16 flew in, to the delight of the kids.

My daughter and her boyfriend were featured in the paper this past week. They were part of the pictures from Laurel High School’s prom on April 26th.

The only problem was that her last name, which is also my last name, was misspelled. The picture, however, was nice. And my girl is now a hometown superstar. Oh yeah, and “that boy” is too.

Some blogposts of note from around… everywhere.

UPDATE: You should read this with Dan Fogelberg’s song “Longer” playing in the background. I’m told that is a flugelhorn playing the solo.

I like mushrooms in my salad and on my pizza. I would never eat some I just picked out of a field, but Delmar Dustpan reports that a Laurel couple did just that.

Brian is pondering healthy thoughts. He’s adding more water to his diet. It seems that adding more water to my life also makes me feel better, although I prefer that water to come in the form of sweet tea or fresh ground coffee. Can anybody say “amen” to that?

Paul informs his readers about a song first published 100 years ago this week. This was a very popular song, still sung today, whose first line is, “Katie Casey was base ball mad.”

I have judged that Jeff The Baptist’s post on Twisted Verses is worth a read.

Michael took his readers out shopping recently and confirms the pain in our wallets. I’m happy to know that there is someone else that does most of their grocery shopping at Walmart. Out family does venture into Food Lion in Laurel if we need something right away or if it’s on sale. If we are down in Salisbury, we will check on Giant or Superfresh for sale items, particularly boneless chicken and some of that 8 o’clock coffee. Mmm.

Wow, three of these posts were about food. It wasn’t done on purpose, I promise. But, right now I’m thinking about that pot of coffee…

So you have not received a spirit that makes you fearful slaves. Instead, you received God’s Spirit when he adopted you as his own children. Now we call him, “Abba, Father.” For his Spirit joins with our spirit to affirm that we are God’s children. And since we are his children, we are his heirs. In fact, together with Christ we are heirs of God’s glory. But if we are to share his glory, we must also share his suffering. Yet what we suffer now is nothing compared to the glory he will reveal to us later.

Taken from the New Living Translation Bible, Romans 8:15-18