Today there will be intense excitement at our house. We are MAJOR Alabama fans, especially this year, since they are actually winning. Roll Tide!! Tracy's Uncle & Aunt are major Auburn fans.....they are here for the holiday weekend. Today the two teams battle it out. His cousin, who is also here, is a Tide fan. I can feel the rivalry in the air. If you are reading this and are not in the SEC, then just skip the post, cause you will likely not understand, and think we are all a bunch of inbred rednecks. That term was a bit redundant wasn't it? Anyway, we have football food a plenty. I expect to hear a lot of La-Z-Boy coaching, ref chastisement, and plain old fun!! Have a great weekend, 'see ya' Monday!

Happy Thanksgiving

Sorry I am posting this so late tonight. Thanksgiving is almost over. I've been too stuffed to type most of the day. I cooked for my family, and Tracy's Aunt, Uncle, and cousin, and of course the four of us. We had a really great time.

I also had a wonderful Birthday yesterday. Thank you everyone who called and emailed me. You guys are sweet. I got a Wii Fit. It is a BLAST. I can't tell you how shamelessly stupid I look trying to balance myself on that board to ski. I would show you if I knew how to put a video on youtube. But I don't. Suddenly the lack of technology is a blessing.......

Sydney told me, "Thank you for asking for a Wii Fit for your birthday. I know you did it because you thought we would like it. And I appreciate it." She was right, AND she was really thankful. I could tell she meant it when she said it, not just words. And it made me glad I did it. It also made me think about how it probably makes God happy when we tell Him thank you from a sincere heart. I don't know about you, but I want Him to have that same feeling I had of being glad He does the things He does for me, because He knows I sincerely appreciate it. Before you go to bed tonight thank Him for some of things He allowed you to have today. He is so good, all the time.

Happy Thanksgiving!!

You see, I have this soapbox....

and every now I then I take it out, blow the dust off, and climb right on... I ran into a couple that I used to know, at a restaurant today. They are a few years my senior and our paths don't cross alot. Actually, I had not seen the lady or her husband in some years. We exchanged normal pleasantries, and then got into the "where are you all going to church now?" conversation. I told them where I attended, and went on and on about how much we love it. She said, "oh, we visited there, don't you remember honey, it was the one were they sang those new songs, and raised their hands and stuff. That's just not for us." Dead on sister, it wasn't for you. It was for God. Let's don't forget it.

In the past, when you drove by churches you saw signs with wording that made you think. Catch phrases like, Chch, what's missing UR and things like that. Now, instead the signs read, "Contemporary Worship" or "Conservative Song Service". Is this what it's come too? I must say, I love the hymns. The old songs that we grew up hearing our grandparents sing, and our aunts play on the piano while somebody was cooking in the kitchen. They are great, oldies, but real goodies. So are the praise and worship songs. Most of them are taken straight out of the Psalms, not so new huh? Tell David you don't like his music.

I know we're made in God's image, though I'm not sure what all attributes we have in common. But I think when God hears people say such things, and sees churches squabble over worship meant for Him, he might throw up in his mouth just a little bit.

Okay, I'm puttin' the soapbox away now.

Thanksgiving Past.......

Ah, the happy pilgrim and reluctant Indian. I offered to make two pilgrim outfits, but Elly wanted to be an Indian, that is until the outfits were already made, and they put them on. Then suddenly she wanted to be a pilgrim, of course. They both looked really cute, once I caved and decided to let Elly wear her black church shoes instead of moccasins. I am certain all proper little Indian girls wore black patten Mary Janes on special occasions anyway.

Another weekend, another soccer game....

Love me some soccer, especially when my girlies are playin' but who ever invented the aluminum risers/bleachers really should be properly flogged. They are just hard enough to incite hemorrhoids in the best padded behind. On a positive note, they are alsoicy cold enough to relieve the painful swelling. There is no plus for the hump I will soon have on my spine from being slumped forward for hours on end in an attempt to avoid the knees of the person behind me. Side note to people sitting in the stands, make a list, get everything you need at the concession stand in one trip, 'cause if you step on my hand one more time, you may somehow get tripped up and fall on your way back up, just sayin'.

I am getting ready for the holiday. We are having family in from out of town. I can't wait. I love to cook, and stay up late and talk, and play games. Just relax. I hope you all have fun things planned.


Talk later!!

Baby it's cold outside!

Oh the day, it has come to a close. The Fall Bible Study "To Live is Christ" by Beth Moore ended today. I always hate it when a study ends. I feel like I'm losing a friend. I guess you can add attachment disorder to my dossier of psychological grievances as if OCD, and ADHD weren't enough.


Winter has suddenly arrived in the North Mississippi region. The Farmer's almanac says it's supposed to be colder than normal this year. The high tomorrow is supposed to be 44. What up with that? It's not even Thanksgiving yet. Sydney is in bad need of some winter church clothes that actually fit her. So we headed to the outlet mall to see what we could find. I know I have written about this before, but once they cross over from a 6x, into a 7, you can forget cute little girl clothes. Gone are the dainty swing tops with flowers,and butterflys. Bye-Bye smocking, and embroidery. Hello Ho attire. And I'm not talkin' 'bout Santa Claus Ho, Ho, either. I have been to several stores, Kohl's, Penny's, Target, and Wal-Mart. Unless you're raising a Britany Spears prodigy, or you worship Hanna Montana you may as well hang it up.

We finally headed to the outlet mall thinking we could find something a little less trendy. I asked the sales lady if they carried any little girls clothes that really looked like little girls clothes. She looked at me like I was crazy. Well, not really, she looked at me like a weasel, because she looked just like a weasel, it would not surprise me at all if that woman burrowed into a whole a night. She took me straight to the pre-street walker pre-teen section. I told her that I didn't really like that style, that she is only 7, yes a pre-teen, but barely more than a preschooler. Her advice to me was, "learn to sew." I know how to sew. My advice to you is: "make sure you dig a deep whole, 'cause it's gonna be a cold winter."

My day ended on a fun note. I went to a friend's house for a Pampered Chef party, where some WONDERLISHOUS food was to be had. I got recognition for attending the most PC parties this year, coming in at somewhere around 728. The closest anyone else got to my attendance record was two. Clearly these people are shut-ins. Thanks for the invite J- and for the fine cuisine K!

I am going to bed now. But I am leaving you with a picture of one of the many dresses that I turned down.
If any of you know where they have some cute fabrics clue me in, it looks like I'll be sewing this weekend.
Good night.

Hello blog people. I don't have much to say to you today. Mostly because I spent the day in my jammies until church time. I didn't feel well for the better part of the day today. I think I'm knee deep in a sinus infection. I felt horrible last night, and most of the morning this morning, but was doing much better by this afternoon.

I have my Bible study in the morning, and then I have to take all of our churches "Operation Christmas Child" boxes to the drop off center. Sydney was bummed on the way home from church tonight. When I asked her what was wrong she said, "how long do you think you'll be gone giving out those packages? I'm gonna miss you." Apparently she thought I was hand delivering each box to a child. That would be really cool, wouldn't it? If you have not packed a box, head on out and do one. I promise you won't be sorry you did. Click the widget to your right, if you don't know what Operation Christmas Child is.

I will be back to myself with all the foolish details tomorrow.