He's not just daddy anymore.....

He's daddy....and the sprites!



I thought it was time to do a side-by-side. When I saw Johnny for the first time, I was amazed at the resemblance. We've had people approach us and tell us he looks like Johnny, too. The kids always point and yell "Daddy!" when it comes on. He gets embarrassed. It's fun for us. I think MY sprites are cuter though. Don't you think?

In case you're curious.....

Adam's in town . . .

Those of you who follow me on Twitter probably noticed a tweet from me earlier today, stating that I was embarrassed of our shopping cart. You see, my friend Adam is visiting. He lives in Manhattan . . . a very big city which apparently has no food. So when he comes here, he buys. He buys lots of food. Lots and lots and food. Lots of sugary, salty, carb-laden food.

In this cart, there are 6 containers of ice cream, several bags of chips, muffins, cookies, 3 boxes and a bag of cereal, chocolate milk, 3 packages of cookie dough, frosting, cake mix, marshmallows, Doritos, chips, orange sweet rolls, and a ginormous bottle of Ketel One. And much, much more. He did buy a few good things, like lemons and cucumbers.

So. If you're hungry, and would like to gain a few pounds, come over to my house.

I love my friends.

Not many adults can get together on a Sunday night and play with Moon Sand and have a blast.

It wasn't really the moon sand that was fun, but it was all of us. We're funny. We also made our own bouncy balls and played games and ate suckers and candy. Lisa wanted juice boxes and grilled cheese, but we opted for Taco Bell.

When environmentalism goes too far...

Who painted it?

Sunday night has become hang-out-Christie’s-house night every week. People from church truck it all the way down south to my home to have loads of fun. Sometimes we do karaoke, sometimes we play a game, and sometimes....we paint! Below is a picture of some of our paintings, and I want you to try and guess who painted each painting. I know some of you blog readers don’t know these people, but feel free to guess anway.

The artists are Christa, Jaimee, Lisa, Mandy, and me.

Everyone Overcome!

Here are some pics from our Easter presentation, "Overcome." I didn't get to take very many because there were no breaks where I could leave the stage. So some of them are from rehearsal.

The Nightmare Before Easter

It's 3:33 am. I have barely had any sleep. I went to bed at 11, expecting to sleep until 4:30. Then I was going to wake up, get ready for church, and be at rehearsal by 7.

So I went to bed, all nice and tired, and all I heard for a half hour was the neighbor's dog barking. For crying out loud. If you're going to own a dog, don't keep it outside at night and let it bark. It barked non-stop. After beeping my car horn with the keys a few times, and even yelling out the window at it, I gave up and turned our bathroom fan on, hoping to shut out the noise. It worked, and I fell asleep. Whew!

Then the dreams started. Now, usually on Saturday nights before church, I have church dreams. Since I sing on the worship team, they're usually about stuff going wrong during service, or just weird stuff happening. Sometimes they're funny :-) But not tonight. Tonight were evil nightmares that I've never had before. I kept dreaming about just evil. I can't explain it, really. And then after a few minutes, I would see this very bright, blue flash of light and then I'd wake up in a panice, feeling like I have to puke.

This happened several times. Then Craig texted me at 1am to tell me that he was stranded at his wedding in Taylor. His car was dead. The weird thing about that is I have my phone on silent while I sleep, but as soon as he texted me, I sat up in another panic and looked at my phone and it was lit up. So I called him and he reassured me that friends were on the way to help, and that he would be home soon.

I went back to sleep. The nightmares still happened, but now some of them were about Craig being stranded, bad things happening to him, and him doing bad things. Just evil crap.

He just got home, and now I'm sitting here, not wanting to even go back to sleep for that last hour. So I'm blogging until it's time to jump in the shower. Craig and the kids will have to go to church with me at 7 and sit through all 3 services now, because his car is dead.

I'm exausted, and creeped out, but I will Overcome, right ;-)