Matt's T-Shirt

Last Friday, Shiloh had their 'Family Group Olympics'. Now, I'm not altogether certain what a 'family group' is (I'll have to get a good definition), but I do know Matt leads one. This is the shirt his kids came up with for their competitions. I love it. Of course, I didn't get one. Matt always leaves me out when scoring t-shirts. I had to steal a golf shirt, and he's the coach!!!

Friday

I realized today that I haven't posted anything here since Monday. It's been a slow week. I like slow. I did take Jeb out this morning for some pictures, though, and can post a few of those. If anyone has any suggestions on what to do with this kid's hair, I am open for discussion.

SickHouse and Novel

I should have changed the name of my blog this weekend to the Slaughter SickHouse. We had a tough weekend. I won't go into details, but it involved large quantities of vomit and other bodily fluids ending up in places vomit just shouldn't. We are all better now, though, and our little setback was actually good for me in that I got the opportunity to write a little more than normal. I take what I can get these days. Anyway, I have had several people ask me why I don't post portions from the book I'm working on anymore. The answer is I'm a big fat chicken. But, today I decided to bite the bullet. I finished another chapter and am so close to the end. So, what can it hurt?

Esther exhaled loudly and leaned her head back onto the couch. She closed her eyes and took her face in her hands. She wanted to cry but was far beyond tears. She wanted to run but knew of nowhere as safe as where she sat. Peering through her fingers, she saw Ms. Beulah sitting at the kitchen table, her eyes shut and her lips murmuring a rapid prayer. Esther focused on the old woman’s hands clasped together on the table. The knuckles were white as Ms. Beulah clenched her fingers together tightly and prayed with fervor, determined not only for God to hear, but to answer.

Yesterday

I had a crazy day yesterday. On top of all the running around I had to do, I felt like poo. This morning I can't speak above a whisper b/c of my throat. Bad for me. Great for Matt and the kids.

I thought I'd post these pictures from yesterday to demonstrate the day's craziness. I'll let them speak for themselves other than to point out... if you wonder what the 'smudge' is above Jeb's right eye in the bathtub picture, please refer back to the second sentence and the descriptive word for how I felt yesterday. (Oh, if you could only see under his neck.... I just don't get how that happens.)

I've been tagged.

Thanks, ROBYN!! Ok, so the rules are I must list 7 weird or random facts about myself. Let's see....

1.) I don't swim very well.

2.) I was voted 'Most Athletic' in high school. (Stop laughing.)

3.) Dr. Seuss books scare me.

4.) I'm from Hector, Arkansas, yet I hate catfish and love sushi.

5.) I have never had the slightest desire to go to Disney World. (Disney characters freak me out.)

6.) The study of angels and demons/spiritual warfare intrigues me.

7.) If I could sit down and have a one-on-one conversation with anyone living in the world, it would be Beth Moore.

How's that for little-known facts?

Alright. I tag Michelle, Susan, Karey, Tosh, Janie, Sarah W., and Sherrilleta.

NOOOOOO!

Why do I google things? Why? Why? Why? I have admitted in previous posts to being somewhat of a cyberchondriac. (Oh, yes, that's a real word.) Every time I have something wrong, I get on the internet and attempt to find a self-diagnosis, which each and every time ends with my impending doom. But this time, I went a step further. Oh yes... much worse than searching for what fatal disease I have this week. Instead, I foolishly looked up how many calories are in Starbucks Pumpkin Spice Lattes. And I'm warning you... if you are in love with pumpkin spice lattes and praised the Lord above that fall has arrived, and with it, the seasonal latte flavor from Heaven, DO NOT READ A WORD MORE OF THIS POST. Instead, live obliviously, yet blissfully, without the knowledge I'm about to bestow.

Are you ready? A grande pumpkin spice latte, 2%, no whip, has 310 calories and 49 carbs!! ARE YOU KIDDING ME? It's liquid. Liquid! Not a loaf of bread. How can this possibly be? And to make matters worse... my stand-by, non-seasonal, anytime of year, drink of choice, a grande vanilla latte, 2%, has 250 calories with 36 carbs! Those numbers are the equivalent to an entire meal. Not coffee. Shock. Utter shock. That's what I'm in.

Want to check the facts on your favorite drink? (Think long and hard before you do any clicking. Oh, if I could turn back time...) Go to the Starbucks site and check it out. This link will pull up the facts on the pumpkin spice latte, but you can change it to anything you want. GO HERE.



There are some things in life I just do not need to know. This, was one of them.

In case you see my child and wonder...

No, I did not cut Estella Dru's hair and give her bangs. She did it all on her own today with a pair of safety scissors. It could have been a lot worse, I guess. Still... if you see my child and wonder, "Why would Angela do that do her hair?" The answer is, I didn't. She did.