You know, this quarantine has been really good for our family, and I would be perfectly content . . .
Two words: Cookie House.
The following is a SM post from a couple years ago, when summer travel was as simple as hopping in the family truckster and heading (for us) south, with giddy visions of several 64 oz gas station Diet Cokes and twice as many bathroom breaks dancing in our mask-free heads! Ah, summer.
I think parents should be able to randomly register for gifts, say, every 5 years or so.
Took the kids inside McDonald's today. It was stressful! Back in the day, the only real risk of eating inside a McDonald's was the ever-present high likelihood of heart disease and obesity. Now I'm constantly wondering if we should have our masks on or how we're supposed to get our food or if any of … Continue reading Yet another McDonald’s post
I don't know what else to say.
I had made it a stated, sworn, cross-my-heart promise to write and post more, worry less, etc, but . . . here we are.
The story of Abraham and Isaac from Genesis 22, where Abraham nearly sacrificed Isaac but was stopped at the last moment, is an powerful story of faith. However. . .
It's not untrue, as this blog did ALMOST hit a record number of views yesterday! However, that number was 76, which is admittedly low compared to other sites and blogs.
I know this falls well short of being a profound statement, but this is a strange time of the year.
I never cease to be amazed by the pilot voice. It must be a critical part of their training. Either way, I’d love to acquire this skill to use around the house.
A (surprisingly food-heavy) roundup of second-rate thoughts from a first-rate week.
I once was able to just walk out of church, get into my car and go about my daily business.
I’m pretty sure the person who created the “Do Not Reply” email, those message addenda which tell you that no one will pay any attention to your return communication, was a parent.