Tuesday, September 30, 2008

Girl Talk

Just sorta rolls off your tongue, huh? Girl talk... no one ever says Boy Talk, okay maybe some people do - but not the people I know. Ha!

I have a 6 1/2 year old daughter that honestly never shuts up. Several times a day I have to say "Alahnnah, please stop" And I'm not being ugly, it's just when she gets on a roll. She will be playing with dolls or shoot - today she was pretending - and just yammer on and on and on...

It's a constant dialogue that sounds like a movie - a movie where the actors talk constantly. And if there is no talking, there's singing, and the songs go on for 5 minutes or more. Seriously, I taped her one time.

My son could go all day without saying any more than "What's to eat, Mom?" He is 10 and gets a little chatty about science or rocks or the book he's reading, but by and large he could easily go without talking.

I have found that it is indeed gender specific. Our 15 month old daughter just chatters and chatters. You can't understand a word she says, but she's talking. In the van on Sunday, my husband was asking me if the two girls were talking to each other or just talking. All the way to church they were both in thier own little worlds just yammering away.

So I guess if this new one on the way is a girl, we will probably need to get some earplugs on the way home from the hospital! Awww...I love my chatty little girls. I know that in 10 years I'll be saying that they fight all the time, so I will enjoy it while it lasts.

Thursday, September 25, 2008

Social Class

Husband and I recently started taking a class on the book Experiencing God by Henry Blackaby. I really signed up because of the social aspect. I thought it would be something good for us to do without the kids and that we could maybe learn something from it. David is such a good student. He does his homework and pays attention in class. I don’t do so well in a classroom setting. I really try to do my homework and can’t sit still in class.

Most of the time I read our study book with a certain amount of skepticism. This author definitely has Scripture to back up the 7 principles that he is trying to get across. But some of his underlying assertions I read and say “how do you know?” I have the old “what makes you know how to tell me what God wants” thing going on. And like I said, if you can back it up with solid Biblical proof – I’m all about it. But most of it just seems like self help ho-ha.

Well, last night I actually was doing my homework when I came across this statement – paraphrased –You can choose to live for time or for eternity. If you live for time, you will allow your past to shape you. If you live for eternity, you will allow yourself to be shaped by God’s future for you and the person he is helping you to be.

This really grabbed me. How often to I act the way that I do because I have simply gotten used to acting that way? I even give myself an out for cursing and being harsh because (insert past life experience here). I guess I hadn’t ever paid any attention to this concept before.

If I lived looking toward what God is making me to be – wow. Always keeping my eyes on my fullest potential, never letting any of my mistakes bring me down. How much more useful could I be to furthering the Kingdom and how much happier would I be. That is really quite interesting to me. I am overall a pretty happy gal. My son says I’m grumpy sometimes, but that’s just “Mom Fatigue”.

Guess there’s more to taking that class that getting to sit next to hubby for an hour afterall!

Wednesday, September 24, 2008

Walk Gag Repeat

I have heard it said over and over that exercise during pregnancy will lead to healthier baby (duh) and easier deliveries. While I grudgingly do my time on the treadmill most mornings, lately I have seen it as my maternal duty to the baby that I have the privilege to be a part of creating.

So I have been faithfully rising at 5am, lacing up my Asics and walking at a pace that keeps my heart rate in that 75 - 80% range. Fast enough to benefit, but not to fast to cause fatigue. Normally I would try to run some, but last time I was pregnant I gave up the running. It just didn’t feel right. I’m not that coordinated as it is, and I think that says enough.

Also, I waited to loose my extra weight that I found with the last baby, so we get to start with that hanging over my head this time. Running is hard enough, but when you put some extra poundage on there it gets downright impossible. NO weight gain till after Thanksgiving, seriously. I have a detailed plan to only put on 15 pounds this time. Go me!

Anyway… working out is becoming an exercise in self restraint. I am not feeling very good in the mornings. My stomach is empty so I’m hungry, but I am also nauseous so I can’t stand the thought of eating anything. I get going and sweating from exertion then the waves of nausea come over me and make me break out in the cold sweat. I’ve started sipping water, but somehow it tastes “fishy” to me. What’s up with that??

So I walk and try not to throw up. Last time I was pregnant I walked over my noon hour at the mall. It was nice, I could eat and then go for a walk. Although, I couldn’t really walk fast enough or get real sweaty because I had to go back to work. This time around that’s not an option, so we will just go with what we get.

Being someone who enjoys exercise anyway is a huge benefit during pregnancy. I don’t even tell people my labor and delivery stories because they are so simple and easy. It’s a total blessing! Stretching and walking helps with back pain, digestion, and fatigue. So I will continue on and look forward to that wonderful 2nd trimester when things are all better!

Monday, September 22, 2008

He's In Charge

Sometimes I get pretty cocky. My life goes along real good, I'm blessed beyond anything I deserve, and I get to thinking that I know what's up. That's when The Big Guy puts the smack down on me.

This weekend we went to see the fam. We did the tour – my Mom's on Saturday, his family on Sunday. We got home last night around 6, so it wasn't bad. I always get so grumpy because nothing is where it's supposed to be when you get back and the place is just a mess – suitcases, crap we drug home from grandmas… Not to mention that there is nothing clean to wear to work on Monday and nothing to take in my lunch because we were gone all weekend and didn't go shopping or wash clothes.

But I digress.

My mom took care of the kids while we went out for ice cream on Saturday night. Before we left I had made a grand proclamation of this:

"Well, at least we don't have to worry about running into The Kids' Bio Dad this trip. He moved and is working on a road crew in Iowa"

We don't usually go much of anywhere when we are in that town. It's a small town, not much of anything there that we don't have in the city. And after all, we are there to visit, not to go out. I have never run into anybody while we were there. Seems interesting that, but still.

Okay, so we went to Cold Stone (holy moley, that stuff is good) and then to check out the hot spot in that little town – their brand new Super Wal-Mart. So we walk in and I say "oh look, they have those self checkouts". They got rid of all of them in the Wal-Mart's at home – people were stealing to much stuff.

I look from the light and sign that says "Self Checkout" down to the terminal itself and lo and behold, who should I see?

Yep, Bio Dad.

He didn't see us, and fortunately we both had to use the facilities at just that time. I sort of hung my husband out to dry as I spent extra time washing my hands and combing my fingers through my hair. It didn't occur to me at the time that those two could have encountered each other in there.

I was reeling from that experience. It was just so blatant that I (as much as I think I do) do NOT know everything. God is in control and he proved it to me – big time.

Thursday, September 18, 2008

So I Can See

I love music. Anything, really. I can groove on some hip-hop, twang to some country, kick back to some easy listening. My favorite is good old Rock and Roll! When I became a Christian a few years ago, the music was what really grabbed me. The lyrics and the feeling that is in those tunes really brought a relationship with Christ into focus for me.

I used to be really afraid of people. I wouldn't even get out of my car to pay for gasoline if I could possibly use the pay at the pump option. It was hard for me to call the utilities to ask for an extension or anything like that! I had this "damn the Man" attitude.

I had been in a relationship where he had beat me down emotionally and physically for so long that I thought that everyone was out to get me. After all that's what the person that was supposed to love and protect me and my children told me. I wasn't allowed out much or to drive myself anywhere – unless it served his purposes. And I scarcely even had a job that we didn't share.

Consequently I hated people. They scared me. I held onto that even through counseling after the relationship ended, and when I became a Christian I learned that God loves everyone, so I should to. Hard thing to do. Just go down to your local Wal-Mart and you'll run into enough angry, all bent up people to ruin your day.

It wasn't until I was truly able to forgive my ex for what he had done to me that I began to see people the way that God does. When I was bitter and unforgiving I was concentrating on fault. As my bitterness faded and I was able to allow the Holy Spirit to heal those wounds that no amount of time could, I began to see even the most angry, foul mouthed, empty people as they began – soft, beautiful, sweet and full of life.

So here's a new song that came out that is really great and says it all. It's sort of hip-hop and I really like the way this guy gives rhythm to the words.

Give Me Your Eyes by Brandon Heath


Give me your eyes for just one second
Give me your eyes so I can see
Everything that I keep missing
Give me your love for humanity
Give me your arms for the broken-hearted
The ones that are far beyond my reach
Give me your heart for the ones forgotten
Give me your eyes so I can see

This a great prayer to start the day and no matter who you run into – if you have this attitude – you can have peace.

Give Me Your Eyes

Link to Video for the song mentioned in my last post.

It's a Miracle

Do you believe in miracles? Not the "wow, I made it to work on time, it's a miracle!" type of miracles. But the real, honest to goodness, blow your mind, scratch your head, saving grace of God type of miracles.

I'll give you a minute to think about it. I'm pretty sure you can think of an example. I mean, even if you don't personally know someone I'm sure you've at least read about something on the net.

I was supposed to have surgery yesterday. I have endometriosis and a plague of ovarian cysts that were causing lots of pain and needed medical intervention. My cycles had become a hindrance to my life again.

While I have had two similar surgeries before that were both relatively successful and caused my no problems, I had NO peace about this particular surgery. I just had my hand operated on in July so it's not like I've never had a procedure before.

Normally I am very logical, especially when it comes to medical stuff. Our middle daughter was very sickly as a child. Twice I had her in the ER with dehydration and watched as medical professionals started an IV on that teeny tiny hand. It was difficult, but my logical mind knew that without hydration my sick little baby was going to just get sicker.

Even in all of that, I still could not get over a nagging fear in the pit of my stomach that this surgery was just the wrong thing to do. Every time I would tell someone about it I couldn't help but reassure myself by explaining how confidant I am in my OB/GYN and how these days it's robot assisted, the recovery time is down to 2-4 days, blah, blah, blah.

Here's the miracle part. I went in for my pre-op physical on Tuesday and told the nurse that I didn't need to have surgery. The Lord had different plans for me and for our family right now. I found out that morning that we are expecting another little blessing in May!

The doctor just smiled and shook her head. She said that was the best possible treatment and that I "healed myself". I smiled and told her that I had been healed by the Divine Physician. All week I have enjoyed ever lessening pain and increasing serenity. Now that's a real live, honest to goodness miracle.

Wednesday, September 17, 2008

Let's Pray

People say “all we can do is pray”. But I think we should say “what we can do is pray”. Prayer is powerful. We are petitioning the God of the Universe who loves us. That’s pretty big.

Something happened to my daughter at school yesterday. There was an incident of “show me yours and I’ll show you mine” that happened due to a lapse in supervision. Also, my daughter indicated that she complied for fear of getting in trouble. It sounds like she had been not getting along with this little boy and was instructed to be his friend. She didn’t want him to tell the teacher that she wasn’t complying (ie being his friend).

My daughter is not an angel. She gets in trouble enough on her own. I can see why she didn’t want to bring any more punishment her way. She was not forced and did not touch anyone. We are talking about First Graders here!

I am FREAKING OUT on the inside and trying to remain as cool as possible on the inside. It doesn’t seem like she is traumatized or anything. She did try to lie to me about it and the principal as well. But I can tell when she’s lying and I know how to get the truth. I have to separate that child from their siblings, go into a room by ourselves and shut the door. Normally, I will sit on the floor or prop up on one hand on the bed or something to make them fell comfortable.

Then the truth comes out. After we talked, we prayed. For the little boy, for the principal and of course for Dear Daughter. We prayed for healing, forgiveness and thanked God for his grace and provision. We used First Grader words, but you get the idea.

I spoke to the principal and he is going to talk to the teacher, the other students parents etc. and get back to me. I want to scream and go kick somebody’s ass to be quite frank. However, I made sure that the principal knew that we didn’t want to place blame or be part of the problem. We want to learn from this and move on. I do want the other child to not be sitting next to my child from here on out and told A not to play with him on the playground.

I gotta remember that what man intends for evil the Lord uses for good. I’ll keep an eye on her for signs that she is being continually abused or that this has traumatized or affected her. For now we will chalk it up as a teachable moment and move on as best we can.

Monday, September 15, 2008

It's Me, Thinking Again

It's fall - my absolute favorite season of the year! Our wedding anniversary is on September 23, the first day of Autumn. I love the cooler weather, the warm soups and breads, the holidays - all but one.


I used to love that holiday. Little kids, dressed up as spooky little goblins (hahaha) and going door to door for literally POUNDS of candy! We weighed the kids' candy one year and that pillow case honestly weighed 8 pounds.

Last year I caught wind of some disention coming from my husband. He said that he's never been a big fan of scary movies or scary, creepy, icky stuff. I used to love me a good, bloody horror movie - but since I've gotten a little older, I can do without. There is enough real life horror that I don't need to see it fabricated.

So I did what any responsible Momma would do. I started my research. I looked on the internet and read website after website of statements, history, and factual accounts as to the origins of Halloween. I decided to take the Bible seriously and "Test everything. Hold on to the good." 1 Thessalonians 5:21

I started to get scared.

What I discovered was that there really is no redeeming value in Halloween. While I had always participated under the guise of "just for fun" if you take a look at it on the surface, even, it's not one percent good. Witches, devils, demons, sorcery, witchcraft and divination. Hmmm...while I'm certainly not going to practice any of that - what am I telling God by participating in a holiday that glorifies the same?

Avoid every kind of evil. 1 Thessalonians 5:22 (There's the rest of that verse for ya) Kind of freaked me out.

So the good news is, you have some time. There's a good 5 or 6 weeks before Halloween. There's time for you to research it and come to the conclusion yourself. If you think It's harmless, I would challange you to stop being led to the slaughter by the heifer in the front of the line and find out for yourself.

Here's a nicely put together, objective history of this holiday.


As for me and my house, we will follow the LORD.

Sunday, September 14, 2008

Forget About Your Plans

I spend alot of time planning. I plan meals a whole week in advance, I plan our finances for years in advance (still chipping away at that debt), a plan birthday parties, get togethers, and Sunday School lessons. I try to plan my day so I can get in a little exercise, some Bible study and maybe even some recreational reading or blogging.

And most of the time I ask God what he thinks about my plans. I care about what He thinks, really I do. In the morning while I am brushing my teeth and deciding what I am going to do with my day I tell God all about it. I have it all laid out and just slide the paperwork accross his desk for notary.


All this time I have been a Christian (3 whole years!) I have known the benefit of seeking God's will for my life. I know that to understand what He's trying to tell me I need to stay rooted in His word, surround myself with Biblical teaching and friends that can help point me in the right direction and PRAY. But recently I learned a new spin on this. Seeking God's will for my life minus the "for my life" part.

I concentrate so hard on what He wants me to do, where, when, how, with whom, how long, what for - on and on and on, ME ME ME. I forget to trust God and just know that he's got the details covered. I tend to think that if I know the Ten Commandments and are making an attempt to follow those in my daily life I am doing God's will - so what's next? I move on to quickly and don't focus.

Bottom line I'm so darn concerned about the "my life" part of that sentence that I forget that the most important part is God's will. I need to stop making plans and running them past Him and start listening and then making plans.

Friday, September 12, 2008

Stirring the Pot

In my long standing tradition of being a pot stirrer I wrote this letter to the manager of a prominent grocery store in town:

My family and I normally stop at the 17th and Washington location on our way home every week. This week, we pulled up in front of the store and I see that you are celebrating your 40th anniversary, cool!

I have three children and we stayed in the van while my husband ran in for lunch for us. My 10 year old was staring at the picture of the extremely well endowed woman painted on the front window wearing a "shirt" that would have had nipples peeking out if it hadn't been a drawing. I have attached the picture.

I guess I would expect something like this on a bar window, but not on a grocery store window. I just think it's in really poor taste. I understand the painting of the Hippie to represent "then", but don't get the paining of a Hoochie to represent "now".


Andrea Morton

I know you want to see the picture so here it is:

And about three hours after I wrote that email I got a response:


Thanks for your comments. The "artist" did the windows on my day off and I questioned the image myself, and consulted a couple others and decided not to call the artist back to change it. I will call him tomorrow morning and get a more appropriate image. My apologies to you and your family.


Dave McCleery
Store Director

Can't wait to drive past there and see if he really had it removed...and what they replace it with!

Thursday, September 11, 2008


Ephesians 3:20 says that God is able to do immeasurably more than all we ask or imagine, according to his power that is at work within us.

In a society that is always wanting more, I find this verse tremendously encouraging. Of course if we ask or imagine to be a little rich, God isn't necessarilly going to make us richer than we ask or imagine. Our lives, of course, are subject to His will.

But God doesn't want what's good for us. Yep, that's right. He wants what's very BEST for us. Let me give you an example.

I prayed for God to give me a good Christian man as a husband. I didn't ask for him to be rich or handsome or have a nice car. I didn't specify any physical characteristics or get real detailed - I just asked for a good godly man.

Boy oh boy did God give me immeasuralby more than I could have asked for or imagined! Dave is not only a good godly man, but he puts up with me! No, really, I have never known a more understanding, gentle person. He is eager to please and considerate of others. He has loved my children from day one and has always treated them like they were his own (and now they are!)

I learn how to be a better person from him all the time. I'm kind of "to the wall" and tend to run full throttle without a thought most of the time. Dave slows me down and helps me make sure I'm thinking before I'm jumping.

Every day I see new things within him that are kind and sweet. He takes awesome care of me and the kids and is my best friend and is strong and handsome to boot!

Wow! Talk about more!

Wednesday, September 10, 2008

Stellar Day

Who could ask for more, really?

Had a nice discussion with the optomatrist regarding my son's glasses that are on back order until 10/22. The kid has headaches becaue he can't see. They said that sure I could get a different pair under warranty- but I would still have to fork over $110 for the lenses, because they aren't under warranty.

Okeeey dokey. I politely asked them to give me his Rx so I could take it over to the Evil Empire across the street where I can get a complete pair for half that.

Went to HHS today and got all informed about having my home daycare. Thankfully I don't have to have the smoke detectors installed before I open for business and there are grants out there to help with that (phew!). Now on to doing a little work on my contracts and forms, and then I need clients! Please pray for me that I get good families that will stick around. I think that will be the hardest part - getting attached to the little guys and then they leave.

My little one had her own shake from McDonald's tonight. I had a diet pop again - even though it was against my better judgement... but we had Arby's for dinner to - so I didn't need the extra calories.

AWANA was so fun tonight. I'm so glad I'm a leader again this year. I really missed it when I quit after Christmas last year. Sometimes you just have to decide when enough is enough. My son told me that he put in a prayer request for me with his group. He told them that my belly was bloated and hurt me nearly every day and that the Doctor was going to slice into it next week. Kids!

We had some time to kill before church and were on the south side of town so we stopped into Shopko. I have been looking for some long sleeved t shirts to bridge the gap between summer and winter and lo and behold they were having a One Day only 50% off on some shirts I just looked at on Monday and didn't get because they weren't on sale. Thank you Lord! I'm a little hard on clothes, so I don't like to spend much on my every day stuff.

So a really great day and all that was missing was my Husband...where oh where is that man?

Tuesday, September 9, 2008

This is the Day

...that the Lord has made! Let us rejoice and be glad in it!

This is also the day that we have for the very first time 3 Morton children. The hearing took about 10 minutes total and the judge was very nice. Not at all like traffic court. The judge even gave the kids a nice card with "Congratulations on Your Adoption" and thier new legal names inside.

It's funny how months and months of preparation have been summed up in 5 or 6 questions a piece and a signature. I got a little teary at the end because the last time I was in court was a whole different story. I was there fighting to become the sole guardian of L & A. That was in 2004. That and this, I have to say were the best uses of a tax refund yet. Just hearing Dave say how much he loves the kids and having us all there (except little Sue-Sue) was really cool.

My friend watched little one. I'm glad it was just over an hour. She really did us a huge solid by taking Susan like that. Her youngest just started Kindergarten last month, so I'm sure she's loving the peace at home!

So I'm off work the rest of the day. We had Golden Corral for a celebratory lunch, so supper will be pretty light I'm sure. I finally conceded an hour ago and took some "good" pain meds. I don't know why I wait so long. I guess there are a few things going through my head. For one, I don't want to get hooked on them, also I figure if I ignore it, it might just go away () and I also don't want to run out!

Think I might take the kids over to the mall. A wants her ears pierced SO BAD, and I making her wait till she's 8. She took some little jems off of one of her shirts and stuck them to her ears yesterday. They stayed on quite a while, but when we got home from the mornings adventure they were both gone. There's a place that sells the magnetic ones, maybe she would like those. Also, L wants to go to a Rock Shop in that area as well. He's really interested in geodes and crystals and how they are formed.

Thanks for all of your prayers. On to the next big thing...

Monday, September 8, 2008

It Feels Like Chaos

There’s a song that has the line “whatever you’re doing, inside of me, it feels like chaos…” The singer is referring to God working on him and changing him. While I love a good challenge, I’m getting sick of the chaos feeling.

My husband said something last night. He said “you know, this year was a big year…and last year was a big year to. I think next year’s going to be a big year as well. As Teal’c would say - Indeed.

Tomorrow is the final hearing for Dave to adopt L & A. Finally, the five of us will be recognized as a family from a legal standpoint. There will be new birth certificates issued, and the name change will be completed as well. And, I can get out some of the things that I have needed to say but couldn’t!

This week I will also make a trip down to HHS to get my state license ball rolling for the daycare. I had another person come and bid the smokes in the bedrooms. That’s not going to be cheap any way I slice it. Unless I learn to do it myself… or if I had a friend or family member that knew how to do it. HAHAHAHAHA!!

I am getting really nervous for my surgery next week. My tummy really hurts and I’m glad that I can hope for some relief. However, I will be all alone again. When I had my hand worked on there were lots of problems and being alone was hard. I had a little angel come pray with me, though. Thanks so much, Gaye! Also, the nature of this surgery is just scary. I don’t want to wake up and have them tell me sad news.

Sometimes I feel like my toughness is all gone. I used to be able so strong physically and emotionally. I had a couple of jugs of laundry detergent that I bought wholesale that needed to go downstairs and I left them on the couch for Dave to haul down there. I never would have done that a couple of years ago! Also, it seems like I can’t take mean people anymore. If I think that someone doesn’t like me, it really hurts – used to be I could write people off in a blink.

So Lord – Whatever Your Doing Inside of Me if Feels Like Chaos!

Friday, September 5, 2008

Wierd Dream Central

Wow. I have the strangest dreams. Here's the most recent installments.

Last night I dreamed that I was a Doctor on a spacecraft. You know, like The Enterprise. I dreamed that the ship was taken over by hostiles and two of them infiltrated the sick bay by gaining my sympathies as injured. As soon as they were healed they turned mean. One of them started trashing the place and going off about how inferior we were and how he's going to kill us all. Then spontaneously, the both went to the bathroom.

I saw that as my chance to escape. I ran out of there and ran to the childcare area, looking for the kids. I couldn't find them so I escaped (with the Pastors wife and her son) (???) into an elevator. When it got to the floor that they desired I looked out on the floor and saw those two dudes I had just escaped from. I quickly pushed the button on the elevator and the doors closed just as they were about to get me!

I managed to escape from the ship to the planet below and wound up in some Grand Central Station looking place. I was on the steps when I heard Alahnnah say "Mom!" and there was both her and Liam. Liam was hurt so I helped him and we escaped into the city. Everywhere I looked, I saw these two maniacs that were trying to kill me. I finally ran into a store and told the owner about these two guys. One of the guys found me and just as he was about to get to me, this big guy in an old holie t-shirt shows up and distracts him while the store owner calls 911. The ambulance comes and Liam is hurt so bad that they take him and I make them take Alahnnah to for safety. I'm going to stay behind to kick some butt!

I realize then, that I had given the ambulance driver the wrong cell number. I don't know where they took the kids and they can't even call me. I spend the rest of the dream trying to figure out, by process of elimination, which ambulance took my children and to what hospital. It was like a huge logic problem. And all the while I am worried about these guys chasing me.

I was so glad to wake up from that one!!

Thursday, September 4, 2008

The Ax that Wolfe Built

I think I might be getting fired tomorrow. Gee, I hope so! I know that sounds weird, but then I wouldn't have to give two weeks notice in a month or so when I quit!

This place has been showing signs of economic hardship lately. I do the accounts payable and still have stuff that I entered from the middle of July that hasn't been paid yet. Looks like they may have to get rid of someone.

There's been alot of buzz around here lately. Closed doors, secret meeting, wierd impromptu discussions. I remember the last time this was all going on. They fired two of the higher paid girls in the office and left me to reabsorb duties as assigned. So if they are going to ax someone, it will most likely be me.

My husband will probably have a mini-stroke. He gets very worried about finances. I lived to long on one income trying to raise two kids to worry about money now. We have savings (okay just a little) and we have credit cards. We can use that to buy ramen noodles and tv dinners until my income gets rolling again.

It is kind of scary, but really I'm okay with it. God uses everything the looks like evil, solely for his good. We will be just fine!

Tuesday, September 2, 2008

40 Page Trip to Wal-Mart

Last year, David and I read a book together. It was a great idea for a novel, but the writing was very slow. At one point the family goes to walmart and it seriously takes a quarter of the book. From that time on, when we are referring to something excruciatingly slow, we resurrect the 40 page trip to Wal-Mart from that book.

I HATE WALMART. Sorry, had to let that out. For oh so many reasons. I won't shop there unless it is absolutely necessary. They do have the best cheap diapers and baby whipes in town, so David makes a monthly trip for the gigantic box of both - an whatever else he spots "on sale". Don't get me started... bloodsucking evil empire.

It just so happens that our printer pooped out on us so the last time he went to Wal-Mart we got a new printer. Middle of the road model, around a hundred dollars. Does scanning to - much needed. Well, it didn't work. So after much frustration on the phone with an out of country "customer service" representative, it was clear it really didn't work.

Number two just so happening, ummm, happenstance. The Leather Executive Chair that Liam ordered with his birthday money came in today. I sent an email to my husband thinking "yes! I'm off the hook! He'll have to go there anyway to get the chair today and he can exchange the printer and get the baby butt stuff to!"

Which brings me to convenient coincidence number three. It poured rain today. Not that Dave wouldn't go out in the rain, but with the baby and the big printer box and picking up the chair, it just wasn't going to happen.

Number Four - Liam broke his glasses this morning and the optomatrist is right accross the street from:


Why the good Lord wanted me to go to Wally World today, I'll never know. But I went Lord, I went and did my best. Went to work and didn't let those bone heads get me down either! Ahhhh, time to kick back and Gate it Up!