News on Monday (back again)

Ahh, Mondays... The crap is piling up on my desk from only being out on Friday (all-day customer visit). I live to work. Ha!

Ian is so pumped up for his birthday. We have a count of the days left every morning. He is bursting with excitement. He can't wait for the cake and presents. He actually gets giddy talking about it. I wish we didn't lose that unbridled excitement as we age.

Reagan has decided to try for the lead in her classes musical, I think I mentioned this, but this is significant because she is very excited about it. Originally she only wanted smaller singing parts (it is a musical) but the more we talked, the more she believed in herself. Sometimes we all just need a little (mind you little) push.

Anyone believe i am drinking apple juice in today's photo?

Mel went to a conference on teaching kids about J.C. on Saturday, providing

a great excuse to go mountain biking. I think we all got cuts from the super-less than singletrack trails... It was cold, but we had a great time. I love doing things like this with the kids. I think they like it too, but if not, that is ok too cause I am going to keep doing it anyway...

I don't like the look of the new blog either...I may change some colors here and ther

e to my liking. Anyone want to help me rake piles of leaves today?

Today's blasphemy comes to us from my thoughts at church yesterday. As I sat there waiting to be served my bread and juice, my thoughts turned to the last supper. Why couldn't lobster have been on the table? I think our church would gain in congregants if we used lobster as the body and warm melted butter as the blood. Sure you might have to offer a veggy option or perhaps a kosher plate (ok, maybe not) but it sure would be more fun. And I am still hoping to find a vending machine in the pew so I can get a soda and maybe some chips during service...

It is currently 50 degrees in Düsseldorf, Germany and partly cloudy. This is where I was two weeks ago...

You know, thanks to Ian, I can't wait for his birthday and parties this weekend. I am not giddy but I can see it from where I am...

Have a great week.

Comments

Anonymous said…

I have rack envy ... If it was a 4 placer, I would drive up there and steal it in the night ...

Noj nOj noJ

12:05 PM

todays survey

Since you all have done so well with the past two surveys I've taken ( another shirt slogan for Dad and do you get full eating salad or just bored ), here is another: If you eat, say, a bag full of fortune cookies - and I am not saying I have - do they all come true or just a first/last rule? Do they all negate if you eat more than one? Anyone? Bueller?

And now we are One!!!!

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