I think I hear the angels rejoicing:)

We have a convert!!!! Mike and Pam's son Matthew started repenting this week. Now, people here in this church don't really have the personalities to make a big deal out of stuff, but there was definitely a feeling of everyone being encouraged and bonding together yesterday. So if you think of it you all can pray for him. That God provides him with some solid Christian friends that help him along the way and that he doesn't give up. (He's a senior in high school.) So, that's my news for the day. Last night we went to Tennessee for a weiner roast. By the way did I ever mention we have a new couple living at the fellowship center? Well, we do. Ryan and Hope Stoller from Fairbury. They have two kids- Braeden is 3 and Kiera is 5 months I think. We love having them here. They're pretty awesome. Anyways, I was reminded of how much I love hot dogs charred from the fire. Charred marshmallows, too. And I also discovered that it's no fun to play sand volleyball when there is nests of fire ants all over the place. Ouch.

Fashion Statements

So this guy just walked past with too short shorts and purple argyle socks hiked up while wearing white tennis shoes. Guys- just..... just don't. Okay? Well I feel like I had something worth mentioning. That always happens. Something happens that I want to blog about but then when I'm in front of the computer I forget. Oh I know. Kids are just really honest. See, I always like to lift up their shirts and poke their belly buttons. And they always want to see mine. But they never get to. But yesterday I decided to humble myself and let them. All the big kids were gone on a field trip and I thought it would be harmless to show a bunch of two and three year olds my belly button. So I did. Well one of the two year olds who talks very clearly and precisely (sp?) and you never know what's going to come out of her mouth says "You have a fat belly." Hmmm.... why thank you for pointing that out Darby, I hadn't noticed. There's also Brady who will kindly let me know if my breath stinks. Good thing I keep a pack of gum handy. Actually he's only done that a couple times. Well I just can't think of much else to say. Sorry. Give me an idea. What exciting part of my life do you want to know about? Tell me and I'll see what I can come up with.

ANGIE SUE SHUCK

This post is going to be dedicated to Angie. Because she deserves it, especially after all the grief I've caused her over the past few weeks:) But really- I love her so. She has always been there for me since we were just young'ns, minus a few silent treatments. But I'm not bitter about those. Really. I'm not. She can always make me laugh no matter how bad of a day I've had or how down in the dumps I might be. I mean, like, hold my gut and snort cause I'm laughing so hard kind of laugh. And if I can't get ahold of her I can just think of a memory that has made me laugh before and will feel better. She's just that great. Angie is really good about letting people know that she loves them and likes to do little things to make them smile. And she randomly writes me letters when she's supposed to be working that I love to get in the mail. And they are always filled with her beautful and creative artwork. And I never have to look pretty for her. She might make fun of me, but it's only because she loves me. And I just love her so much. She is just great and everybody should have a friend and a cousin like her. And I wish I had a really embarrassing picture to post of her. But I don't so you can just picture her in your head.

It's beggining to look a lot like.......

So..... I've been fighting the urge to break out the Christmas music seeing as how it's barely September. But last night I went to a potato supper at the librarians house. Yes. Random. Anyways, it was people from her Church of Christ congregation but it mas as well been AC's. We ate supper then sang a capella out of their hymnbooks. And someone called off "O Beautiful Star". And after we got home I gave into the urge I've been fighting. I listened to Michael W. Smith last night and Point of Grace this morning. I'm sure after a quick fix I'll be fine until at least halfway through October. And I know I'm not the only one out there. I know there's others that find Christmas music appropriate any time of the year. And that's all I have tonight.

Weekend Recap

Finally. Tonight is the first time I checked my e-mail or anything since I got home. The weekend was just really really great. Went to Doc's of course, and Liberty Joy sat by me and actually talked to me the whole time. She's getting old enough that it doesn't take near as long to warm up to me. I went to the library too and got 5 books. I'm on the fourth one. I'm one of those read a book in a day and get nothing productive done type of people. Saturday night was my Queenwood "bash". It was fairly small but it was fun. Complete with a pinata and everything. Sunday was good. I thoughly enjoyed my church lunch. Donuts are few and far between anymore and I savored every bite. I had an awesome Sunday afternoon nap in my awesome bed and then went to Olive Garden with my parents and Nate and Jamie. Then we hit up the Ice Cream Shak cause Jeremy and Lid were going to be there and I wanted to see them. And lo and behold when I got there I saw a whole table full of friends that I didn't know would be there. So of course that was fun. Monday (my birthday) I was planning to go to Monical's for lunch with a few cousins but it turned into a cookout at Nate and Jamie's with aunts and uncles and everybody. So even thought I still want Monical's I'm really glad that's what we did. Then I had to leave. It stinks leaving home. And everybody was lined up in front of the house waving as I drove off. Fun, but sad. By the way, spending your birthday driving by yourself if not a terribly exciting way to celebrate. I wonder how old I'll be before I quit getting excited about my birthday. Oh!-Side note-so yesterday the Graduation song by Vitamin C was going through my head for some reason. Who knows why. Particularly the line that says something like How's it gonna be when we turn 25? I'm there now. And there's not a whole lot to it. Anywho, I kept a written tally of the cops I saw on the way home. I saw 24. Three were in Nashville. The other 21 were all in Illinois. Crazy. But now I am past my doomsday and if I get a ticket now I will not lose my license. Just so I don't get two before January. Okay that's my weekend in a nutshell. Can't wait to go back next weekend!