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By Shane on Dec 14, 2009 | In Announcements | 1 feedback »
This year I think we got our son's number. I think we got him gifts that he's really going to enjoy. We got him a few large detailed die-cast cars; I know he'll love those. We also got him a Leapfrog Didj; I'm sure he'll be captivated by it and the games family members are giving him for it. And he'll get other things from us and relatives too. But, this year I don't think we're going to overwhelm him with gift after gift like we've done in the past.
thank god for daddy!
By sirdantes on Dec 7, 2009 | In Announcements | Send feedback »
first things first...Merry Christmas everyone! shane, loved the picture of your house. it looks great.
so anyway, about four months ago i finally went full-time at a new job. yea for me! the job market is so bad and i had been searching for full-time employment ever since we realized the depth of therapies that esmond would need and that one of us were going to have to stay home for at least a year.
that stay home job fell on daddy's shoulders since he's a subcontractor and his work had already been very, very slow since the economy tanked a couple of years ago or so.
he still gets a gig every now and then, but it had been awhile until this weekend. farm bureau is having a bing wingding at the marriot in franklin and my hubby got the call to come do his thing (he's an audio/video tech).
Let There Be Lights!
By Shane on Dec 1, 2009 | In Announcements | 3 feedbacks »
My quest of exterior illumination began the second I swallowed that last bite of turkey. Heck, I was nearly on top of our roof as the mashed potatoes and gravy were sliding down my gullet. OK - I'm exagerating, but you get the point. Before the meal I prayed to God and thanked him for his goodness and salvation. After the meal, as I was on the roof, I prayed that I wouldn't fall and break my femur. God is faithful, and my femur is still in one piece.
No More Chopped Liver!
By Shane on Nov 18, 2009 | In Announcements | 1 feedback »
I hate liver. I don't like the smell of it, the texture of it, or the way it looks. In fact, I quiver at the sight of liver. I'm not putting it in my mouth no matter how many slices of onion hide the flavor. I don't even want to be near it.
For the last several weeks I have been chopped liver. My son, Braden, has wanted his Mom to do everything with him or for him. But that all changed a few days ago when Braden called me to play Thomas Lego's with him.
