See you when i see you. Last night the dogs went crazy. Every time the plow went by. I was glad to hear you made it home alive. I left some supper on the stove for you. Eat it or put it away, ok? Remember to call your sister. Remember to pay the bills.

I have no greater joy than to hear that my children are walking in the truth. Friday, March 23, 2018. It Was Not My Best Day. It was not my best day. Our oven was being kind of fluky. Sometimes it would take FOREVER to get hot. Well, the morning of That Day the oven did. And when the oven gets hot, you bake. We had various Christmas events coming, so I got busy. I think I baked seventeen. It was not his best day.

Growing up I loved advent. It ushered in a bit of change from the usual liturgical service. There was greenery, ribbons and candles! Peaceful readings, Christmas carols and those pink and purple candles. Oh how I longed to be chosen to the light the pink candle.

Friday, September 10, 2010. HWT and PP - A, E, I, O.

Meanwhile, Back at the Ranch . See what I did just there? The forklift helped him to transport the fortresses to the stilts. David has started adding lentil.

It occurred to me last night, dear readers, as we were driving home from our Wednesday Night Funtivities, that my husband, David Maliblahblah, will soon be leaving for his extended hunting trip. No good comes from his extended hunting trips. Second Trip-Apparently it was quite traumatic, for I have no memory of it. Daisy Mae broke our one and only toilet.