Merry Christmas!
Thank you all so much for being so supportive of our family over this past year. It has meant the world to us. May the joy of our savior, Jesus Christ, surround you this season. Merry Christmas!
Thank you all so much for being so supportive of our family over this past year. It has meant the world to us. May the joy of our savior, Jesus Christ, surround you this season. Merry Christmas!
I just realized that I have been singing the wrong words to a Christmas carol all my life (and that’s a LONG time!) From “I Wonder as I Wander” I’m just singing along….La la la la la…..”When Mary birthed Jesus ’twas in a cloud storm….” Huh? What? What did that just say? A cow stall?…
It’s OK to lie at Christmas, right? “What darling? Oh no. That tote bag with your name on it isn’t for you. I monogrammed it for a customer. She must have a little boy with the same name as you!” Uh oh. What happens on Christmas morning when he opens that tote bag and realizes…
Everyone I meet tells me the same thing… “I am so busy!” “I am going crazy!” Yep. It’s a busy time of year. But today tops it all for me….and if you don’t mind I’m gonna tell you about it. I was up until 2:00 AM the past two days finishing up a whole truckload…
They say Christmas is a time for miracles…. And I need one, man. I need a miracle. I need for God to streeeettttcccchhhhh out the days so I can have some more time. Please God, do that teensy thing for me? My little Shop 24 workers are cranking out orders. I just know this is…
As the weather gets chilly and the Christmas lights on the porch shine their soft glow through my bedroom window….I start to feel ready for the holidays. We don’t do much in the way of gifts. The kids get a stocking and sometimes (not this year) we get them a group gift. This year, since…
It’s been a long weekend of coughing and not sleeping and coughing some more. Why is it lasting so long? Why is my house such a mess? Why do bird suddenly appear every time you are near? Why am I singing Karen Carpenter songs? I think I’m high on Robitussin PM. I hope you all…
T’was the night before Thanksgiving, when all through the house not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse (which is good ‘cuz mamma is terrified of mice); The turkey was thawed in the new Frigidaire in hopes of tomorrow when friends would be there. The children were nestled all snug in their beds, while…
Why do we love the things we do? I mean, I know why I love my kids and I know why I love books and I know why I love chocolate. But why do I love weird things? Like bottles. I love little glass bottles. Amber bottles and blue bottles and glass jars….they get me…
I drove by one of our small town Mexican restaurants last week and here’s what the sign said…. We now serve biscuits Maybe it’s just me, but I have never gone to a Mexican restaurant and thought to myself, “I’d really like a biscuit.” If I want a biscuit I go to Cracker Barrel. Can…