Lest you all think I’m only preoccupied with the election I thought I’d mention a few other items of possible interest to the masses.
Cheese Curds vs. Mac and Cheezers
There used to be an A & W billboard near our house that we had the pleasure of passing daily. It read “Cheese Curds…Curiously Delicious,” and had a lovely photo of the aforementioned curds. Read More
My husband (after a bit of prodding over this past year) now has a blog.
In his words,
“This is not an important blog. This is not a me-baring-my-soul blog (if I can help it). This is me thinking out loud about writing, me responding to questions I’ve been asked about writing (some frequently, some not), and me goofing off and amusing myself in writing. But whatever you (oh, reader) might find here, you can expect it to focus on, spring off of, or dance around, the subject of writing.”
So there you have it. Enjoy.
Hello everyone. I must say that some the recent comments in the Palin discussion have reached the level of truly appalling. The fact that this is an online conversation does not mean our Christian graciousness and decorum should go out the window. These are our sisters (and brothers) in Christ. Some of you may not have much practice in thinking through your faith/decisions/scriptural interpretations out loud with others but it can be done without hurling insults. Meeting people who approach things differently than ourselves can be a great opportunity to get grounded in what we already believe (as it causes more thought, study and searching of the scriptures). And sometimes (believe it or not, boys and girls), we find that we’ve been wrong. By all means, let’s continue our conversation but if we can’t speak charitably with one another, there’s no point.
Cheers,
Heather
Is it just me or did the Presidential election just become a lot more interesting? I never would have thought McCain could make himself so much more palatable. Busting out the mother-of-five never seemed like such an ace up the sleeve.
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, Read More