E-mail to and from Iraq.  I love both of my soldiers.

Reading scholarship applications for Abby Rose, who would have been twenty this year on my son's birthday.

Listening to go, listening to leave.  Guided every way.

Friends that are new and friends that are yet to be and friends that I just have to leave behind, not because I want to, but because it' ( Read more... )

So I go out to Denny's after work, and on the way home I talk about how in Joshua 10 of the Bible Joshua son of Nun was able to stop the sun for over a day.  The response...

Wow!  And I thought I did good when I tied my shoes this morning.

So Jr.'s "driving" a truck at the fair with me in the back seat nagging him like he does me.  You're going too fast, too slow, the radio's to loud, too soft.  When I'm done being annoying, I ask him what song is playing on the radio...

"Our God Is An Awesome God". I really like that song...

I love is when I have one of those apple/tree moments with ( Read more... )

Went grocery shopping today.  Wore my yoga pants, a wife beater, my hair up in a clip, glasses, and no make-up (my invisibility gear).  People kept looking at me, so I figured I must  look like quite the train wreck.  Driving home with Jr., I could swear people were still looking at me....

"Do I have a booger or something?"

"No."

"Do I look ( Read more... )

You held me in your hands 'til you crushed my wings
Never realizing I had perched there of my own free will 
I look back with nothing but miles of sky between us
Knowing that if I return, it would be my last flight
And I'm not done flying yet
Yet I still think back, still try to replay an alternate ending
I look to see where I failed, the part I played
My ( Read more... )

I love Easter mornings!

Why does every man that I spend more than five minutes with try to be my boyfriend?  I don't mean ask me out.  I mean just try to slide into the role, like it was waiting there just for him?

So Jr. and I met his "guardian angel" (guardian ad lidem) today and her name is Susan.  It didn't go too bad.  She adores Jr.  Thinks he's just adorable and say she "can understand why you're both wanting custody".  Uhm, no she doesn't.  She doesn't know the background at all.  Then she started asking about my "difficult childhood".  I asked her ( Read more... )

So we all sit and watch Veggie Tales:  A Snoodles Tale, eating our ice cream, Jr. playing the protective tough-guy.  After Jr. spends some time boundry testing and feeling Q out, Q was actually silly enough to say, "You guys just used me for ice cream?  I'm leaving!", then gets up, and opens the door like he's going to leave.  As Q pauses at the ( Read more... )