I will be sharing something significant soon, but until then:
The group Barenaked Ladies are not women. They are guys. And they ROCK! Who knew? (Thanks, Josh.)
Being a grandmother is a wonderful thing. Especially when one's grandchild is the cutest and smartest toddler on the planet. Well, seriously, Trinity just had her number two birthday in January, and a well-baby checkup last week. She is way tall for her age. It looks like she is going to be a lefty. She is healthy and she is smart. I mean, she scares me, a little! She has a wonderful mommy, however. I am proud of my daughter. I am so happy that they relocated from the Twin Cities to about 10 miles from our house!
I have officially reached the longing-for-spring grumpy outlook that occurs with me every year about this time. It is cold...sub zero cold...outside and, groundhog not withstanding, there is still much more than six weeks of winter in store. Sigh. Lord, give me strength.
I am preaching better than I have in a long time. Something extraordinary was taking place in church last Sunday. No, I have no idea why.
It is possible to have one's heart break again and again and again, and yet still smile and move on by God's grace. This morning was one for me. I could have gone a long time without hearing some of what I heard...
Ah, *&%$, I have to have another colonoscopy.
My blood pressure, cholesterol, etc. are good. My weight is not. Oh, surprise, surprise!
I miss my mom. I miss my sister. I feel disconnected.
I still don't care about football.