Thank you, Dana, for this.
Speaking of my sis-in-law – Happy Birthday (a day late) to a great lady who’s:
A great mom and faithful wife.
A spitirual teacher to her children
A rock star at being content in the daily activities of life
Daughter o’ the King who seeks to know Him
Worshipper – at church and in daily life
Let’s be honest, a hottie.
Thank for loving my big bro and being an amazing mom to those buttons.
Ace of Cakes. Has anyone else seen this show? I’m hooked.
On a slightly related note, I was waiting for Ace of Cakes to come on and one of those “How its made” things was on. Incidentally, it was hosted by that guy that used to host Double Dare. (We’ll take the physical challenge). Anway, they were showing how black eye peas are canned. They actually interviewed someone whose job title was “Black eye pea expert.” How do you make the decision to specialize in peas? I would not want that on my business card – if I had a business card…
“What is God’s expectation for this moment?” – Chris A. Minister of Students at SSF.
“Remember this, had any other condition been better for you than the one in which you are, divine love would have put you there.”
At the Drive game, when the players run on the field before the anthem, they take little leaguers out with them. And tonight, they were really little. They were trying so hard to keep up with the players, their legs and arms were pumping as they ran. They looked like characters in a Mario Brothers game. And then it hit me. The Mario Brothers. Mario and Luigi. Is Mario’s last name Mario? I mean the Statlin Brothers go by their last name. So did the Marx Brothers, the Menedez Brothers and the Smothers Brothers. (Yes, I went there.) So, Mario and Luigi Mario?
Then the stadium started playing the Cha Cha Stomp, and I started craving wedding cake. For the record, this song was recorded only to be played at weddings so drunk, white people who are sooo over the Electric Slide would have something to dance to. “WOOOOO! This is my jam! WOOOOOO,” she yelled, no, hollered as her domestic beer splashed out of her plastic cup and onto her lavender, never-to-be-shortened-and-worn-again gown.
The Drive came from behind in an 8th inning rally. Yes, I know it’s a stupid name for a baseball team.
As it turns out, I love gardening. I mean shovel swinging/dirt under the fingernails/crap I forgot the sunscreen gardening.