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IBL 11

I haven't done an IBL for 37 days.  Shame on me.  And I don't have an excuse, because you're supposed to write everyday without excuse. Gah... oh well.  I shall not dwell on the past but resolve to do better hereafter.

I went door-to-door selling as an assignment for my MBA today and with no "luck" or progress rather, I should say.  It appears as though some kids have just gone traipsing around the neighborhood selling popcorn AND water-bottles, which, by the way, was what I was selling.  And some guy paid $35 for 2 bottles each.  Goodness, I was going to sell a (probably more awesome) water-bottle for $25!
And yes, I realize it's an expensive product (at least for my family's tax bracket].

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And I didn't get to finish a whole page yesterday since we had Bible Study and I had to prepare.  Today, my family has Discipleship program today and I've been here for hours taking care of one 1-year-old and she's very quiet actually.  And later 2 more kids and another teenager joined in.  This is going to last all day and later I hope to be able to take the kids out door-to-door selling with me and also give gospel tracts as well.  It should be interesting.  OH and hopefully we can write out different messages for people who aren't at home with encouraging words that will bless them.  It should be a neat experience.

The two boys are fidgeting and fumbling on the couch over yonder and someone's gonna get hurt if they don't stop, but of course, boys will be boys.   We just had lunch and I really wish that we had had Chick-Fil-A or pizza, but my conscience wouldn't let me.  I'm probably going to be hungry later, but I do have Jolly Ranchers and Marshmallows.  I don't know if the kids want to come with me.

I'm hungry and I'm scared to go door-to-door again, but I think if I have the kids with me, the cute factor would be easier for me.  But I'm excited to go door-to-door giving Gospel Tracts.

And none of the kids want to go door-to-door and it's already 3:35 and I can't get them to go out since they are tired.  I'm all sweaty and we're on the 3rd floor.  The fan's on.

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Wow, it is amazingly hard for me to write so much gibberish.  Not sure exactly what to say.  We got to go to the State Fair with the Wilson's today.  It was fun, I guess, but there wasn't as much greatness as I would have liked to see.  Isaac and Promise loved holding my hands and in fact, Isaac called me his buddy.  Kinda made my morning.  I would love to be able to go again to ride the rides and get all exhilarated, but it costs a lot of money and I don't think Mom wants us to drive where it's so crowded.  

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