Morning Talk Show
Mornings are not usually our best time.Let's just leave it at that.This morning things started off better than normal, G has a cold and is too weary to fight after having a soccer game and a million hours of homework last night.AC, who hits the floor talking at the speed of light, started as she always does- we played 1000 questions while I was in the shower, she travelled the house and methodically destroyed every room she entered, burned some oatmeal, and then finally relented and got in the car.And then she opened up her Bible.She's been going to Students in Touch, a prayer group that meets every Wednesday morning and p

Highway to the Danger Zone
Hey- guess who's back.Heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeere's Maverick.Again.All 128 pounds of his pure-blooded Pit Bull self is skulking about in the yard right this moment.He snuck in the garage behind Coach as he was putting our two pups to bed. Apparently Ivy did a creepy

Out of The Box
Yesterday at church our pastor delivered himself a message.Not your warm fuzzy campfire song kind of message, but such a good one. He was talking about a praise song- specifically the one that the Israelites sang right after God delivered them through the Red Sea. It's here - Exodus 15:1-21. His point being that we have a tendency to put God in a little box on the shelf for most of the week and then get him down on Sunday mornings, take him to church, and then put him back on the shelf as we prepare for our lives.Then he said this: "A God who can fit in a box is NOT a G

The Early Bird Gets the Doughnut
Have you ever had a morning? You know one of those mornings that can destroy your entire year in a matter of 35 minutes.Yeah, well. We had one. Today.It's nothing serious, just a string of minor annoyances that aligned themselves into a series of attacks that could rival D-Day.First, there are some things you need to know to fully appreciate the chaos. I joined Weight Watchers last Thursday...again.You also need to know that for some diet-related reason I have not been able to get my mind off Boo Mama's post on the

A Preview of Things to Come
I watched Marley & Me three times this past weekend. I know, I'm a glutton for punishment, but sometimes I just need a good cry. (Well that, and it seems that this movie might just be the Momsense family kryptonite- seriously, as soon as that dog had to take a second trip to the vet, the room cleared- Coach started dust busting, G went for a run, and AC went running off somewhere to cut large amounts of paper into confetti for the sheer fun of it. Whatever. The room cleared, and it was more than quiet; it was serene.)That was Thursday night. I watched it Saturday morning uninterrupted, and again on Sunday afternoon which literally caused a