The folks came last weekend, so we went to the zoo. (Some have accused us of a zoo addiction. I can neither confirm nor deny that accusation.)
[Look at that face.]
[Sophia meets Panda. Don't worry. They tranquilized him first. Notice the glazed look in his eyes.]
[Abuela and Sophia. Lion in the background.]
I got another gig. You probably already know about my job at Crichton College as an adjunct. It’s a great job and I’m grateful for it, but it doesn’t quite meet the budgetary needs.
I’ll cut to the chase. I scrub toilets on Monday mornings. I knocked four of those bad boys out this morning. They didn’t know what hit ‘em. But, I don’t just scrub toilets. I also clean, mop, sweep, dust, vacuum, etc. I am Mr. Clean. Except hairier.
Some really cool folks needed someone to help clean their house. I called them. They have a son in college named Ryan. Bam. I’m a housekeeper.
That makes me an enigma. A contradiction. An irony. Toilets by day. Hebrew by night.
I’m studying Hebrew right now. Hebrew puts lines in your forehead.
Have you noticed I don’t update like I once did. I’m sorry. I spend my free time exfoliating. Trying to get those wrinkles to iron out.
One last word, before I get back to my ha’ams and yabs: God has taken us out of the desert to an oasis. Our cup is full!
Serving Jesus does not mean just going to church. It does mean that, but it means also living and serving every day where I am. It means helping others to know Jesus in every way possible – the neighbor next door, the friends at school and in the community, lost ones around the world.
Hattie Bell Allen, Jesus Saves.
Sophia was supposed to be taking a nap when she came out of her bedroom. I scooped her up and laid her in her bed.
Me (trying to be stern): Sophia, you need to stay in bed and go night night.
Sophia: Ok.
Me: Don’t get out of bed again or you’ll get in trouble.
Sophia: I like your shirt, daddy.
Me: Thanks.
You’ve probably noticed that blogging activity has come to a slow drip (coffee metaphors are especially timely for me). There are two reasons for this:
1) Time. Not as much of it. I’m busy learning Hebrew, people!
2) No internet. Now that we’re poor, internet is a luxury we’ve cut out of our lives. So, I spend a fraction of the time online that I used to.
I still blog. In fact, my output would probably be twofold had I the time and access. I have tons of stuff rolling around noggin these days.
Yesterday evening, as we were driving to church, we pulled over to let a blaring firetruck pass.
Sophia: Do you see that Flower Truck, daddy? Where is it?
Me: Sophia, that’s a Fire Truck.
Sophia: Ooohhh. . . Do you see that Flower Truck, daddy?
Because you all have been clamoring for some more tie action . . .
Amanda calls this one my ‘Power Tie’.
If you’ve ever wondered what would happen if a Golden Retriever and a Poodle fell in love and got married, wonder no more. Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you Gus the Golden Doodle.
Gus is Ginger and Calvin’s new addition. Ginger is visiting for a few days and brought Gus along. Sophia sure likes having someone to boss around.
I know, I know. You’re asking yourself “Well, how . . . “. But, I’m not at liberty to divulge that information.
I like Jon Foreman. Despite his distinctive voice, it took me several months to realize that this is the same guy who sings for Switchfoot. Probably because his solo stuff sounds altogether different.
Mr. Foreman has released four EPs (Fall, Winter, Spring, and Summer).
These short albums moved me. Maybe they’ll move you. You can sample them on itunes.
My wife made these this morning. And by ‘made’, I mean ‘from scratch.’ Hello!? Those are real blueberries! Straight off the vine (or tree or bush or whatever)!!!