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Folks, once again we offer our apologies to visitors that experienced connectivity issues this afternoon.

Tech support has investigated the issue which was two-fold and provided the following information:

1. The database became corrupted and required repair.
2. In addition due to slight cultural differences,there were communication issues between the various layers of Tech Support here at Got Fruit(?)

The software guys that monitor the database pinpointed the problem, which they relayed to the hardware guys to actually implement action. Per instructions by the software geniuses: “In the event of database corruption, find the “REPAIR DATABASE” button on the control panel and “mash” it.”

The hardware guys being foreigners, most hailing from California, Oregon & Washington, are not up to speed on the nuances of “Okie-speak”. They didn’t understand that “mashing” has nothing to do with potatoes, but rather is an Okie term for “push”,”depress”,” engage” or “click”. This disconnect in dialect is the reason for the prolonged down-time. We hope to have this issue resolved within the coming weeks as we are expecting interpreters from the country of Texas.

Until then “Y’all come back and see us and…”

Grace and peace be with you

File under: “No sense blowing a gasket, when you can benefit from the situation by writing a post and making fun of the situation!”

There was a religious lady that had to do a lot of traveling for her business, so she did a lot of flying.  Flying made her very, very nervous, so she always took her Bible along with her to read as it helped relax her on the long flights.

Once, she was sitting next to a man on a flight.  When he saw her pull out her Bible, he gave a little chuckle, smirked then went back to what he was doing.

After awhile, he turned to her and asked, “You don’t really believe all that stuff in there do you?”

The lady replied, “Of course I do. It is the Bible.”

He said, “Well, what about that guy that was swallowed by that whale?”

She replied, “Oh, Jonah. Yes, I believe that, it is in the Bible.”

He asked, “Well, how do you suppose he survived all that time inside the whale?”

The lady said, “Well, I don’t really know. I guess when I get to heaven, I will ask him.”

“What if he isn’t in heaven?” the man asked sarcastically.

“Then you can ask him,” replied the lady.

Normally, I pay very little attention to the WordPress dashboard for this blog. Don’t get me wrong, I do check the dashboard; I just don’t peruse it religiously looking for the next widget or net tool to implement on the premise of “just because”. This holds true especially after breaking the blog back in March, which is one reason why I’m so reluctant to click that darn link in the Dashboard that keeps prompting me to update. “Oh, the temptation to click is strong.”

Anywho, after that diversion in thought…. I did happen to scan the WP Dashboard this morning and found an interesting article about bloggers. Apparently bloggers and blogging is a sub-culture or better yet a “set“(as in gang activity), according to the author of the article.

Gotta go now as me and some of my WordPress using homies are getting ready (”fixin” in Okie-speak) to do a drive-by flame session on those MoveableType using Baptists ’round da way.

File under “humor”, “take with a grain of salt” & “don’t take it seriously”.

Grace and peace be with you.

I’m the guy responsible for posting quotes, upcoming events, etc; to our church marquee. I posted the quote seen in this shot about a week and a half ago.

A week later, while preparing to place a new quote on the marquee I noticed that perhaps the message was a bit out of order (literally). Whadda ya think?

Was I insinuating? “Yea!! Come on in get saved this Sunday… then die right after service!”

I think that maybe I freaked some folks out with this one, that Sunday’s service did seem a bit sparse come to think of it.

NOTE TO SELF:
Pay attention to what you put up on the marquee, knucklehead.

Grace and peace be with you.

A little humor courtesy of co-worker D. Harrison AKA DougH. This one brings to mind the old song “Hello Muddah, Hello Fadduh” by Allen Sherman AKA “Camp Grenada“.

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Letter from Camp

Dear Mom and Dad,

Our scoutmaster told us to write to our parents in case you saw the flood on TV and are worried. We are okay. Only one of our tents and 2 sleeping bags got washed away. Luckily, none of us got drowned because we were all up on the mountain looking for Chad when it happened.

Oh yes, please call Chad’s mother and tell her he is okay. He can’t write because of the cast. I got to ride in one of the search and rescue jeeps. It was neat. We never would have found him in the dark if it hadn’t been for the lightning.

Scoutmaster Walt got mad at Chad for going on a hike alone without telling anyone. Chad said he did tell him, but it was during the fire so he probably didn’t hear him. Did you know that if you put gas on a fire, the gas can will blow up? The wet wood didn’t burn, but one of the tents did. Also some of our clothes. David is going to look weird until his hair grows back.

We will be home on Saturday if Scoutmaster Walt gets the car fixed. It wasn’t his fault about the wreck. The brakes worked okay when we left. Scoutmaster Walt said that with a car that old you have to expect something to break down; that’s probably why he can’t get insurance. We think it’s a neat car. He doesn’t care if we get it dirty, and if it’s hot, sometimes he lets us ride on the fenders. It gets pretty hot with 10 people in a car. He let us take turns riding in the trailer until the highway patrolman stopped and talked to us.

Scoutmaster Walt is a neat guy. Don’t worry, he is a good driver. In fact, he is teaching Terry how to drive on the mountain roads where there isn’t any traffic. All we ever see up there are logging trucks.

This morning all of the guys were diving off the rocks and swimming out in the lake. Scoutmaster Walt wouldn’t let me because I can’t swim, and Chad was afraid he would sink because of his cast, so he let us take the canoe across the lake. It was great. You can still see some of the trees under the water from the flood. Scoutmaster Walt isn’t crabby like some scoutmasters. He didn’t even get mad about the life jackets.

He has to spend a lot of time working on the car so we are trying not to cause him any trouble.

Guess what? We have all passed our first aid merit badges. When Dave dove in the lake and cut his arm, we got to see how a tourniquet works. Wade and I threw up, but Scoutmaster Walt said it probably was just food poisoning from the leftover chicken. He said they got sick that way with food they ate in prison. I’m so glad he got out and became our scoutmaster. He said he sure figured out how to get things done better while he was doing his time.

I have to go now. We are going to town to mail our letters and buy bullets. Don’t worry about anything. We are fine.

Love, Cole

PS: How long has it been since I had a tetanus shot?

Grace and peace be with you.