It's a dog's life. . .

She isn't spoiled or anything.



Some dogs just don't know how good they have it...

Still Pregnant. . .

In case your wondering, we're still pregnant. Just finishing the first trimester and wow! it seems like just yesterday we found out. . . at the same time, like an eternity has past. I've started noticing little kids that come in the store with their parents and little babies in their strollers -They are sooo cute! And I think, "We've got one of those on the way." The more I think about it, the more excited I get. I'm gonna be a parent!

March Madness!!!

I don't get it. I have never cared about the NCAA tournament. I barely knew the teams. This year, I'm obsessed. I can't stop watching it. I can't stop looking at my bracket pics. I can't...I can't...I can't turn off the madness...the march madness...I've gone mad!

We will never forget. . .

In case anyone has forgotten why we are in a war on terrorism. . .



I must warn you, this website contains some objectionable material. I don't recommend it whole heartedly, but its where this video is posted.

Never take a biscuit to a knife fight

So, I'm typing this a little slowly. Slower than usual because of a little mishap today. As I was preparing breakfast, I was trying to pry apart a couple of frozen biscuits. They came apart pretty easily. So easy in fact that my steak knife went through them and into my hand before I even realized what happened. I think it hit bone. Yeah, it wasn't pretty. Soon I found myself sitting down in the floor trying not to pass out. I could only hope that I hadn't cut a tendon. Jenn took me to an immediate care facility, and fortunately, the doctor on rotation happened to be a former pediatric neuro-surgeon. I was in "good hands" so to speak. Xrays, a shot, and a few stitches later, I was good to go. I was also relieved that as far as he could tell, the tendons were intact. Could have been a lot worse, but it's gonna be troublesome for a couple weeks.
You know that little game we played as kids, "Paper, Rock, Scissors"? In the game "Biscuit, Knife, Hand" the knife usually wins.

Gentlemen, start your. . . vacuums?

WARNING!!!: THIS ENTRY IS NOT FOR THE FAINT OF HEART. IF YOU THINK YOU MIGHT BE IN DANGER OF USING YOUR VACUUM, OR IF YOU HAVE A FEAR OF DIRTY CEILINGS, STOP NOW, IF NOT, READ ON.

I learned an important lesson today. I was doing a little cleaning this afternoon and thought, "Maybe I should clean that ceiling fan in the kitchen." So I got out the vacuum cleaner, hooked up the accessory hose and went to work. As I cleaned, I noticed a dust bunny or two hanging from the ceiling, so I just ran the hose over them. No big deal. As I looked on, I saw another, then another, then another. Good, they're all gone. Then my OCD kicked in. I stepped into the garage and grabbed my $10.00, 500 watt halogen work light. Big Mistake! As soon as I turned that sucker on, there they were! Hundreds of little dust bunnies hanging off the texture on the ceiling. I never saw them until I shined that dang light on them. So, I spent the next hour vacuuming the texture on the ceiling. It wasn't really hard, I just held the hose up there and let the vacuum do the work.

As I cleaned, a sudden truth shocked me. Isn't that what the Scriptures do to us? We stop paying attention to our own spiritual life and after a while, we don't see the little dust bunnies that settle on our hearts. Not great big glaring sins, just little things we let pull us away from a closer walk with God. Then all of a sudden, for whatever reason, the Scripture shines a big ole' light in there and we feel disgusting! I suppose that's why God's forgiveness and grace is so unique and wonderful. We don't really do anything to clean ourselves up, we just confess them to Him and let the power of God do all the work. Before we know it, we're clean again thanks to the power of the death and resurrection of Jesus.

So there's just a little spiritual thought from me to you, and by all means, unless you intend on getting that vacuum going, keep the halogen light in the garage.