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Name: Mel
Gender: Female
Interests: My family - loving them, serving them, feeding them, cleaning them, etc.; My friends - talking, laughing, spending them with them (even if only online); My church; Food; exercising (because of my love of food); reading; shopping
Expertise: Will let you know as I figure it out. None so far. Except pizza. And wiping (noses, tears, bottoms, spills, etc.).
Occupation: Executive
Industry: Other
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Member Since:
11/2/2005
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| "Mom, can indians believe in God" me: "OF course! Anyone who hears the gospel and trusts it can believe!" Joseph: "REALLY??? ANYONE???"
Me: "Joseph, how did God create man?"
Joseph: "God created man, male and email after His own image..." | | |
| "Joseph, we have to go into Michaels for a few things before we get Jacob" Joseph: "I'll only go if you promise I can wander off."
Having my first holiday gathering tomorrow: some ladies connected to Jacob's school either as moms, teachers or admins are coming over for a ladies night. No boys allowed. So, I've been trying to decorate and get it done. Daunting in a new house!
Then and a big WOO HOO to this: our FIRST worship service coming up. Publically the first service is next Sunday but this Sunday the 'charter' families are getting together and celebrating. We are so excited to have like-minded friends here, to have covenant renewal worship, to have the sacrament, to have fellowship, to have an awesome pastor and family. I could really go on and on.
We are planning a Christmas open house later this month too. So, despite wearing shorts, flip flops and t-shirts, I'm really trying to get into the spirit this year.
However, I've relearned that baking doesn't give me Christmas spirit...it makes me swear. I'm just too scattered, I guess. I mess up every recipe because I get easily distracted I suppose.
Injuries of the day: cuts and scrapes from hanging lights and somehow I have an inflamed and very painful and swollen thumb joint. I've had elbow trouble lately and I guess it has spread down to my thumb. Gee wiz, it hurts! And, being my left thumb (I'm left-handed), I discovered today how much one's thumbs matter and how useless I am without its use. Now, I'm THANKFUL FOR THUMBS!
I will strive this advent season to give thanks to my Lord for His unfailing gifts to me: His love, His grace, His merit, His righteousness, His salvation, His mercy, His Spirit.
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| Apparently the boys haven't been funny lately..or I haven't paid attention, which is much sadder. We are flying to Columbus, OH today to see Joe's dad and sister and her fam. Jonah + plane should be fun. He is at the worst flying age...refusing to sit still (still beating that into him...JK, don't call DYFS) and not understanding that the rest of the people on the plane are NOT interested in him.
Well, the word is basically out that we are starting a new church in our town. We are expecting that our current church will not transfer our membership because it is a heretical group. It grieves, frightens and astonishes me how that h word is thrown around. We'll see what happens. Anyone know of folks transferring membership from PCA to CREC? Was it smooth or troublesome. We'd love precedents here. | | |
| Joseph: "Mom, how high do numbers go?" "Well, you can count forever and we call it 'infinity'"...a little later: "Mom, I'm going to try to do it. I'm going to count to the Trinity"
"sorry mom, I can't wear my sandals because a giant ladybug has been chewing them. " - Joseph.
"Wow, mom look at all those birds (a HUGE flock had just risen from a huddle on the ground)...It's like a bird hurricane!!" - Joseph
I can't do justice to how hilarious this kid is. At least to me.
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| "Mommy, when I grow up I'm going to be a hotdog cooker. I will sell hotdogs, steaks and burgers with meat from Publix...or from the butler where you go for meat."
Me: "Butcher, Joe. It is a butcher that cuts meat"
Joe: "Oh yes, a butcher...Well, I call him a butler because butlers are your helpers who do things for you and get your mail and serve your food. Mine will have a...a...what is that thing that hangs from your nose??"
Me: 'a nose ring??'
Joe: "No! The hair that hangs from a man's nose"
Me: "A moustache???"
Joe: "Yes! One of those! He'll have one of those and he'll cut the meat for me."
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