Saturday, November 30, 2013

American Jesus, Etc...



Well, Black Friday was more wonderful than expected.

Our trip to Ohio fall through at the last moment and I was honestly dreading the day, myself and all 4 of the kids cooped up. I thought there would be massive amounts of angst happening, mixed with a loud, chatty, drama-laden dose of Robert.

Hallelujah, I was wrong.

All I'll say is this: Holding "If you're good today, we can put the Christmas tree up later" over the head of my shortest shortie proved to be a powerful motivator.


We did two Christmas crafts yesterday morning, made Bisquick waffles (is there any other kind??) for lunch, had the tree up by 4, and went to Pizza Hut at 5 to celebrate the end of our dreadful 5-week stretch between paydays. We made it! Whew. It was nip and tuck.

I was reminded (again) of the simple sweetness of these little people.


Last night I dreamed we sold our house and moved one block up the street, into a ridiculous shamble of a home. I spent most of the dream crying my eyes out and told Cory at the end that I would have to shut down my blog because "My readers can't take any more of this!" hahahahaaaaa! Dreams are so messed up and hilarious. And for the record, we have no plans to move, but should that ever change, you're coming with me. Like it or not.


For today, I wanted to share my guest post at The American Jesus. I stumbled on this blog for the first time a couple weeks ago and instantly fell in love. I submitted a guest post later that day and was thrilled when it was chosen, along with 4 other fantastic posts. Check it out and be sure to nose around a bit. (He lists some of his most popular posts on his sidebar - that's a good place to start.)

All hell broke loose when we adopted a 19-year old convicted felon and welcomed him into our home.
The problem wasn’t him, or at least he wasn’t the biggest problem.
The problem wasn’t us, or at least we weren’t the biggest problem.
The poker-hot problem was the voice of other Christians in our ear.
- See more at: http://theamericanjesus.net/?p=11189#sthash.g1pzELoJ.dpuf
All hell broke loose when we adopted a 19-year old convicted felon and welcomed him into our home.

The problem wasn't him, or at least he wasn't the biggest problem.

The problem wasn't us, or at least we weren't the biggest problem.

The poker-hot problem was the voice of others Christians in our ear.

Click here to keep reading...

Happy weekend, Homies!