100th post woes
I had this great idea for a 100th post celebration. I even got it started. It involved lots of pictures and some history. Instead, you're stuck with this. I'm sorry. Why this instead of my grand idea, you ask? Because this morning, I scratched my eye. I have no idea who I managed to do that, but manage I did. And when I say I scratched my eye, I don't mean the eye lid, the corner, underneath it. No, I scratched my cornea and it hurts like nothing I've ever felt before. It actually brought me to my knees in both pain and prayer. The E.R. doc diagnosed me with a "cornea abrasion" which I think is the technical term for OW OW OW OW OW OW OW OW OW OW OW OW x 1000. And if it weren't

100 post eve
This is my 99th post, which makes it the 100th post eve. I never thought I would stick with it this long; you know, with the A.D.D. and all. I tend to have great ideas and follow through to a point, then give up. So, in celebration of my 100th post... I have no idea what I should do for it. Clever, huh?Will you tell me what you did, if you did something special. You know, so I can copy you. Or twist it into something totally random so that it's uniquely me.

Thanksgivings
Thanksgiving - A day to stop and remember all the things we are thankful for. And here are mine... Jesus Christ who sacraficed his life so I could have one. My husband, James, who gives up his un-traditional thanksgiving so that I can have my traditional one. My son, Gary, who gives lots of hugs and says the most profound things. My son, John, who likes to help, loves to dance, and play with his monster trucks. My FIL who makes the yummiest bread cakes, even though he hates them. JesusMy mom, who thinks I'm funny. My husbandMy dad, who probably thinks I'm weird.

True Story Tuesday - I WIN!
This story is too funny not to share, so I’ve decided to participate in True Story Tuesday. These hilariously true stories can be found at Once Upon a Miracle.In the winter of 2007, I was working for my Mother-in-law in a very small office. One day, she decided to task me with cleaning and inventorying the supply room. After everything had been counted and shelves had been dusted, my mother-in-law c

This Boy
 He's my helper. He's my "I can do it" boy, even though he probably can't by himself. But dog-gonnit, he's gonna try!He likes to help me set the table...