It’s Not a Tumor
Dear Becky showed signs of a bloomer,
She feared cancer or other such rumor.
But a baby is blamed,
And though Justis he’s named,
I’m going to call that kid “Tumor.”
Author: Mary Jo
Super Moon
The moon was pretty super the other night. I wasn’t able to get out with a camera on the full moon but I decided to check it out the next night and it was still worth the effort. It may not be super…maybe more of a trusty side kick moon. Regardless,…
Voting Results
Voting Results are in. This is not a democratic system by the way. Majority doesn’t rule. In fact I may use the results to create an entirely new design that will reflect a few of the ideas that had the highest votes. Not sure yet. I had a favorite…
Simply Selfish
I have other things to write about but why clutter. This simple post is all about winning. Here’s what I’m after:
In the Middle Pictures
My laundry room project was started the day my dad came to visit a few weeks ago. I explained to him what I wanted to do and I didn’t ask for his help but before I knew it we were cleaning out and moving stuff. He offered to help and I accepted but the…
Blog Skin Vote
Which graphic do you like best as a blog skin? I have a bunch of ideas because it’s been several years that I have been working on a new blog skin. I thought I had made up my mind several times but as my web guy has yet to take the artwork I have sent…
Lois You Wicked Gold-digger
Pretty Lois snagged rich Ebenezer,
His maturity certainly pleased her.
They wed in late May,
In the heat of the day.
She knew sunstroke would off the old geezer.
Until My Word Comes to Pass
Until the time that his word came to pass, The word of the LORD tested him. Wow, I read that verse this morning and just let it blow me over.
Sweetness
makes me smile.
Tranquil Preparations
I’m headed to India on a missions trip in May. It is hard for me to not be intimidated by this trip because I’m a newby to international travel and I’m going without my husband. I am realizing how dependent I have become on his ability to lead me. I d…