Hi!

Don't you hate it when you feel like writing but nothing to write about?

That's me at the moment.

Jason lost his overtime, so he will be home with me on Fridays. The kids will be at school. Whoo Hoo! Starts tomorrow.

Gabriel has two cavities. Guess he should start brushing his teeth twice a day. (Good mother moment!)

My daughter is getting sassy! I think it is funny. (As long as the tone of voice is ok) I probably shouldn't let her know that.

I love 12 year olds.

I hate puppies. Too strong, I will clarify; I hate potty-training puppies.

Our articles for the newsletter are due next week. Maybe you could pray for me so mine doesn't resemble this?

Last thing: I told one of my friends that I would refrain from buying any fancy coffees for three weeks with her. I am not sure what I want to pray for, while I am wanting coffees. Any suggestions? We start tomorrow.

Quote for the Day

Just letting you know, if I get any inspiration I have to use it on our Women's Ministry Newsletter so you might not hear from me for a few more days. Thank you for all your comments, it makes blogging so much more fun. :) Here's a quote from my friend Anni:

"When I was in my 20's I was very concerned what others were thinking of me. When I was in my 40's I no longer cared what others were thinking of me. When I turned 60 I realized no one had been thinking about me all along." --Steve Farrar

Testing....testing......

Ok, this blogging stuff is weird. Some people seem to write to interact and some people write just to write. Is that right?

Sorry, couldn't resist. :)

I am going to check and see if my husband is really reading my blog, because he told me he would.....(he is working swing shift this week)

So last night I stayed up way to late, on the computer of course. It was 11:00 and I usually go to bed at 9:00. When I was about to fall off my chair or throw up, one or the other, I stumbled to bed. And my dog had pooped ON THE BED. The bed wasn't made. It was on my husbands side. But it was down towards the bottom and very solid (there wasn't even that oily stuff that is sometimes left behind when you carefully pick it up and flush it down the toilet) and we had just put fresh sheets on 2 days before.

Those of you who know me well can guess what I did or did not do. :)

Did I mention I hate changing sheets by myself????


**Update: I was feeling guilty and wanted Jason to change our sheets so I told him "You better read my blog". I was a little nervous but he laughed so I am alright. And he did change the sheets. He probably will get me back later though. I will tell you about it if I can. ;)