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A Gotcha Moment



Once in a while it's fun to joke about where I live. Sedona, with its beautiful red rock landscape attracts the spiritual crowd allured by fascination with crystals, majic and aliens. I met with a friend for lunch over the weekend. I parked my car right next to this truck. It was fun to hobnob with the tourists in town. I asked a woman from California if she believed in aliens. She shook her head yes. I thought to myself, "this is going to be fun." She replied: "Yes, I believe in aliens; my mother-in-law is an alien." A gotcha back for me!

We're sporting temps in the high 70's and I'm excited when I see new growth on the trees.

Here's my good friend, Maureen, and I enjoying lunch on the restaurant deck in this wonderful warm weather.

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  1. TechnonanaMarch 4, 2009 at 7:15 AM

    As Christians we are all aliens here, and one day The Father will send The Son to recover US!!
    Hallelujia!!

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  2. Laurie AnnMarch 4, 2009 at 8:35 AM

    What a fun post! Loved the pictures, too. Thanks so much for your sweet, sweet words of encouragement on my post today. It meant the world!

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  3. KelliGirlMarch 4, 2009 at 11:59 AM

    Oh, I love Sedona. I was one of those tourists a few years ago. You really are so lucky to live in such a stunningly beautiful area. (That's also warm!). I think the temps are rising into the 30s today!

    Yes, spring is just around the corner.

    Blessings to you today!
    Kelli

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  4. Spring M FricksMarch 4, 2009 at 1:53 PM

    That truck is so hilarious. Her mother-in-law is an alien, huh? Hmmm...

    thanks for stopping by my blog today.

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  5. KayMarch 5, 2009 at 9:13 PM

    You and your good friend are absolutely beautiful! Even if you do live among aliens ...

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