Saturday, February 27, 2010
Donut Wars
Monday, February 22, 2010
Barefoot
Our church participated in a One Mission Celebration this past week. I have been a Christian my whole life and have never been moved as much as I was this past week by missionaries. It changed my heart and how I view missions. On Sunday, we participated in Shoes 2 Share for victims in Haiti. Husband, son, daughter and myself left church barefoot. I know that my kids will remember the day they left church barefoot more then they will remember any canned food drive or money left. And the video features one of my favorite people...even if they did spell her last name wrong. You are still famous to me and my little girl! (We love you Molly GRICE)
Thursday, February 18, 2010
Monday, February 15, 2010
Gone But Never Forgets a Thing!!
Well here is your foreshadowing...that was my running friends, Kerri and Paige. Paige bought the dining room table. Never did I dream that I would run with those girls. Never did I dream I would live in Karen's house and Jaclyn would move. That isn't just foreshadowing, that is God's divine plan in my life. Anyway...I never even get to talk to Jaclyn and I get a box (in the first picture) in the mail. Filled with everything I need to survive my half marathon. I mean who is that thoughtful? I tried to run with her once. I never tried it again. She is a machine. I still to this day could not run beside her. But she ... she shows up when you least expect it. She is gone but never forgotten. I LOVE AND MISS YOU MY DEAR FRIEND.
I don't go all the way just 13.1
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Wednesday, February 3, 2010
Eleven Days
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Eleven days until I try my first half marathon. Ladies and gentlemen do not judge. It will not be pretty. My time will not be oh that great but I will do it. Praying for good health and no injuries until. Husband is running with me and it will be our Valentine's present to each other. He will beat me by a good hour. Time is not my goal. Finishing is my goal. 13.1. Seriously can not believe it is about to happen. My Grande View Hoodies....well I can not even talk about them yet. Maybe when the race is over I can put it into words. . .
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
Soo - wee!
Son woke me early this morning because he wanted to call a pig. I don't know why one would even want to call a pig. I grew up on a dairy farm and had no pigs. I think if we would have had the pigs, we probably would not have called them. We probably would have just shaken a bucket of slop and they would come running. I mean even the cows would walk a little faster for hay. My only memory of pig calling came from Charlotte's Web. "Soo-wee! (very high pitched) Here pig!" Well, this morning son went calling a pig "soo- wee! Here pig! Come play with me!"
Well the pig came even without that slop bucket. I tried to tell son all those hot dogs can not be good for you. My advice never has meant much around here and he is still wondering how this happened. After a short trip to the doctor and a quick test son turned into this...
Swine flu! And if he starts playing in the mud or eating stuff from the trash can, he is going to need a new barn.
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