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Using the official F3 playing cards PAX completed an increasing number of reps to the top of the ladder per round. 2-4-8-16-32-16-time was called

We each chose two cards in rotation since there were only 3 of us. Between rounds we ran a flight of bleachers or to the 50yd line and back.

Much fun was had by all!

Everyone has to start their day with a choice. Are you going to have a dog day or a cat day?

“The introduction for this sermon is from Max Lucado’s “Everyday Deserves a Chance” pg. 23-24“Excerpts from the diary of a dog:8:00 am Oh boy, dog food – my favorite.9:30 am Oh boy, a car ride – my favorite.9:40 am Oh boy, a walk – my favorite.10:30 am Oh boy, another car ride – my favorite.11:30 am Oh boy, more dog food – my favorite.12:00 pm Oh boy, the kids – my favorite.1:00 pm Oh boy, the yard – my favorite.4:00 pm Oh boy, the kids again – my favorite.5:00 pm Oh boy, dog food again – my favorite.5:30 pm Oh boy, Mom – my favorite.6:00 pm Oh boy, playing ball – my favorite.8:30 pm Oh boy, sleeping in my master’s bed – my favorite.Excerpts from the diary of a cat:Day 283 of my captivity. My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat while I am forced to eat dry cereal. I’m sustained by the hope of escape and the mild satisfaction I derive from ruining a few pieces of furniture. Tomorrow, I may eat another house plant. I attempted to kill my captors this morning by weaving through their walking feet. Nearly succeeded. Must try this strategy at the top of the stairs. Seeking to disgust and repulse these vile oppressors, I once again induced myself to vomit on their favorite chair. Must try this on their bed. To display my diabolical disposition, I decapitated a mouse and deposited the headless body on their kitchen floor. They only cooed and condescended, patting my head and calling me a “strong little kitty.” Hmm – not working according to plan. During a gathering of their accomplices, they placed me in solitary confinement. I overheard that my confinement was due to my power of allergies. Must learn what this means and how to use it to my advantage.I am convinced the other household captives are flunkies, perhaps even snitches. The dog is routinely released and seems naively happy to return. He is, no doubt, a half-wit. The bird speaks with the humans regularly. Must be an informant. I am certain he reports my every move. Due to his current placement in the metal cage, his safety is assured, but I can’t wait. It is only a matter of time.”

One optimistic, one pessimistic. Life’s going to throw curves at you one way or the other. Might as well make it a dog day rather than a cat day.

I chose to dust this excerpt out of the old COT closet…. It’s hitting home especially this week. We made the difficult choice to put our dog Izzy down this coming Monday. She has a splenic Mass that continues to grow, and with her heart condition and everything else that she is dealing with, we are opting to just keep her comfortable.Tomorrow, Kim and I and the kids will be celebrating our dog with all the treats and love that she wants before Kim and I take her to the vet on Monday for her final goodbye.