You know, this quarantine has been really good for our family, and I would be perfectly content . . .
Bringing Down the House
Two words: Cookie House.
Summer Memories
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.
Registration Envy
I think parents should be able to randomly register for gifts, say, every 5 years or so.
Yet another McDonald’s post
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
Morning, Sunshine!
I don't know what else to say.
Notes from the Week – “Just Post SOMETHING” Edition
I had made it a stated, sworn, cross-my-heart promise to write and post more, worry less, etc, but . . . here we are.
Things probably got awkward fast
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. . .
Local Blog Hits Near-Record View Count!
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.
Here’s to (the next few moments of) 2020!
I know this falls well short of being a profound statement, but this is a strange time of the year.
Lunchbox Crosscheck
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.
The Second-Rate Scientist Report for August 16, 2019
A (surprisingly food-heavy) roundup of second-rate thoughts from a first-rate week.
I once was able to
I once was able to just walk out of church, get into my car and go about my daily business.
Do Not Reply
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.
