So the winning number was #53 – Challice. Hurray! I would like to say that I thought it was quite nice that we ended up with an even 100 entries, and also… is there anyone who reads this blog who is not expecting? Wow!
p.s. If you have a boy or are expecting a boy, there will be a new giveaway in a more masculine style Monday!
Confessions, confessions. I really want to go to the Olympics. Not to see them, but to be in them. You know, walk the parade of nations. Beat the Russians. All that good stuff. I thought my Olympic desires were dead and gone but no. They’ve come back with a vengeance. Sure, I hardly have time to finish the dishes and I still haven’t found the hours needed to clean out my pit of a basement but if I could just settle on a sport, Continue reading ‘Olympic Fever’
Tonight we will choose a winner (by random number, not by perceived worthiness), and tomorrow we will tell who it is! Comment if you want it!
All right ladies. I’m back. It’s only been a second since I splashed up my last post, and yet here I am – back with you again. This time I’ve taken laptop in hand to deliver some grim news. In a mere week, your daughters will be hanging upside down from the monkey bars in their cute new skirts.
I know you’re still stressing out about which child needs the box of 12 crayons and which one was supposed to have both the box of 8 AND the box of 24. You’re putting it off and trying to not think about the lines at Wal-Mart. But you know perfectly well in the back of your mind that if you don’t muscle your way on out there, then you’ll arrive too late and the number 2 pencil section will be completely ravaged. And then there’s the back pack question. And the school shoes. And the back-to-school haircut.
I know you’re preoccupied with all these things – but the fact remains. Your daughter will be looking just adorable and preppy, and she’ll have her monogrammed backpack and her little hairbow and her number 2 pencils, and you’ll breath a huge sigh of relief. But then she’ll sit down on the floor by the door to tie her shoes. That’s the moment to look out for. That’s the moment you’ll wish that you had ordered a Skirty.
So go for the gold, be organized, and order one now! And feel a little thrill of gratitude that you didn’t have to stand in line at Wal-Mart to get it! In fact, you can find one right here.
Howdy-do!
So – here I am, blogging away like there’s no tomorrow after a hiatus of what seems like at least 6 months. Somewhere along the line I fell off the blogging truck (although my blogging truck was never going very fast in the first place!) Last you heard from me I was probably in Oxford . . . and no doubt having some crisis or other and fussing about English groceries. But now I’m back in good old Idaho for the whole summer, and have nothing to complain about in the grocery department. We’re wallowing in the American sized packages, and the fact that we don’t have to ration the peanut butter.
But although we are in the land of limitless peanut butter, as it turns out, Idaho has somewhat less in the way of historical interest than England has. As I’m sure you all know, you can drive for days and never once hit a spot where anything of historical import has ever happened. The “Historic Site Ahead” signs on the highway keep you motivated for miles as they hint of great things to come – but when you pull off the road into the mini parking lot to see what all the fuss is about, it inevitably turns out to be a billboard that explains in painful detail the fact that Lewis and Clark caught fish for dinner in this very creek and wrote that shocking fact down in their diary. (I’m not making that up. We’ve been snookered by that one more than once.) But somehow, even though you KNOW that nothing interesting has EVER happened along Highway 95, Continue reading ‘Viva la Gem State’
“If the work be of God, he can make a stepping stone of the devil himself for setting forward the work.”
“And sure I am, it is better to be sick, providing Christ come to the bed-side, and draw aside the curtains, and say ‘Courage, I am thy salvation,’ than to enjoy health, being lusty and strong, and never to be visited of God.”
“You know that the weightiest end of the cross of Christ that is laid upon you, lieth upon your strong Savior.”
from The Loveliness of Christ
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