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rock (verb) ... you rock, I rock,
he rocks, she rocks, they rock ...
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we rock together!
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my husband rocks ... it's genetic. Ray's mom and dad were both geologists: they met in the geology lab at the University of Texas when my mother-in-law was 18 and my father-in-law was 25. My FIL -- Rex -- was an oil and mineral geologist with Exxon, and he spent many long months on the Alaskan North Slope, waiting to discover oil at Prudhoe Bay. My MIL -- Nez -- has had several careers, including geologist, psychologist/marriage & family counselor, teacher, Church lay leader, scout organizer, and dozens of other volunteer positions. Before, during, and after their careers -- at home together or thousands of miles apart -- they have been 100% devoted to one another. Rex has been retired for nearly 30 years now, and he and Nez are both still talking about rocks :o)
here's a little secret ... Santa Claus is a geologist, too. Santa loves rocks almost as much as Ray and Rex and Nez. Santa loves them so much that he always put a couple of nice shiny polished ones in the bottom of Ray and his sister's Christmas stockings each year, a tradition that we carried on with on own children for many years. Rex supplied the rocks for our kids' stockings out of his seemingly endless supply of fancy agates, geodes, arrowheads, and crystals.
my inlaws rock ... they celebrated their 66th wedding anniversary this summer, and they're as smitten with one another now as they were when they met. We've learned so much from them, and they're wonderfully inspirational role models for us in our lives and our marriage. They raised their children with strong values and beliefs, old-fashioned Southern manners, respect for others and for the environment, inquisitive minds, a love of learning, a strong work ethic, and a desire to see the world.
we visited Stonehenge in November 2005, and were awed ... not so much by the size of the rocks (which are huge), but by their age and the fact that they're there, such a very long way from where they originated.
I have a feeling Ray is trying to sell these rocks to the kind person who took our picture
it's a very spiritual place, and it was humbling to stand in a spot where hundreds or thousands of people once lived, loved, hunted, raised children, and worshipped, more than 5000 years ago. Archaeologists and scientists have shown that the rocks have been in place since circa 3500 years BC, and they believe the site itself was in use 8000 years before Jesus was born.
~ Antoine de Saint-Exupery
A pile of rocks ceases to be a rock when somebody contemplates it with the idea of a cathedral in mind.
I do not know how the third world war will be fought,
but I can tell you what they will use in the fourth ... rocks.
~ Albert Einstein
EDITED 11-01-08, 7:10 p.m. -- God works in mysterious ways. I wrote and posted the original message (above) yesterday, Friday morning, shortly before 9 a.m. Ray talked to his mom around 7 p.m., to say Happy Halloween. She called back about an hour later to tell us Rex went to bed right after dinner, and passed away a few minutes later. He lived a long and wonderful life, and died at home surrounded by loved ones. Ray and I drove to Los Angeles this morning, to say goodbye to Rex, then spent the day with Ray's mother and his oldest sister. The world is a better place because of the many things Rex did during his lifetime, and the many lives he touched. I am blessed to have known him for the past 27 years, and to have been a part of his family and his life.
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