Some tickets are good. Like going to a baseball game. Jo & I will be visiting my dad in a couple of weeks and staying with my brother. One of the highlights will be attending a Pirate baseball game (providing the weather is better then than it has been here this week). I guess I could be selfish and pray for it not to rain but going to a game and having a Day of Service are at opposite ends of the spectrum.

We have some friends in the church who are planning on attending the White Christmas musical at the IU auditorium this November. They have asked us to go with them. Tickets need to be purchased now.

There are some tickets you don’t like to receive. Take my case for example. Sunday, while going from Point A to Point B to deliver water, I came down a hill a tad bit over the speed limit. Next thing I knew Mr. “I want to make my  presence known” shows me his shiny new toy-his bubble gum machine. You know…the kind that shines red and blue.  Of all the good things that happened that day, this was not one of them. I paid the ticket this afternoon (Wednesday). To make things worse, I stopped at Main Street Coffee, a coffee joint run by some “friends” who asked me what I was doing today. I showed her the ticket and she laughed. She laughed! See if I ever buy any tamales from them again. (Oh yeah…I don’t pay. The lady who makes them is my “favorite Mexican.” She’s a lady who attends the church and has told Josh and Briane to just give me the tamales.)  I’m so glad I can be a source of amusement to people. 🙂

So…how has your week been?  Ever received a ticket? How’d that make you feel?