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Monday, October 08, 2007
10 Things I'm Not Sure I Could Live Without, or I Sure Hope I Don't Have to Find Out If I Can or Not.
10. DVR. As evidenced by the Thursday night unexplained non-recording of The Office, our weekend had to be totally rearranged. From out of nowhere, our DVR just decided it didn't like the NBC lineup on Thursday. Must-See-TV turned into I'm-Not-Going-To-Let-You-See-TV on NBC from 8 PM-10 PM. Weird. Thankfully, NBC streams their shows online, and Kim and I were able to watch it on the super-Mac last night.
9. Yellow Highlighters. So far this semester I've gone through 4 yellow highlighters. My Scriptures book glows. It's eery. Kim had a coupon for any "post-it" brand item, and instead of getting herself post-its for her classroom, she found me a nifty yellow highlighter with flags, too! I'm pumped to try it out.
8. Note Cards. I've become a full-fledged note card nerd. I even have a case I keep them in. For my Theology test tomorrow, I went and asked my professor if I could bring in some blank note cards, so that I could outline my thoughts onto the cards during the test. He gave permission. I wanted to give him a heads up that I'm a loser who in his second academic life has been reduced to memorizing things and writing them down.
7. Grapette soda from W-M. Caffeine-free, just the way I like it. And 12 packs are only 2.27. Much less than Sprites, Welch's, Sierra Mists, etc. The days of being on a tight budget have forced me to be frugal.
6. Bottled Water. The H2O in Waco is atrocious. We bought a filter for our faucet, but I like cold water. Water never seems to be cold enough in Waco. Even in the fountains. TX seems to favor Nestle's Ozarka brand spring water. Cincinnati was Ice Mountain country. Whatever. They taste the same. I probably drink somewhere between 20-30 bottles of water a week.
5. High-speed Internet. Worth every penny. The place I work at infrequently is still on dial-up. I thought I would be one of their next clients if the stupid thing didn't connect faster the other day. For those who don't know, I'm an attendant at a funeral home (I know, creepy, and strangely, it isn't as bad as you might think).
4. The Study Room at Truett. Andrew calls it my "office." I thought about getting my name printed on a brass plate and putting it outside the room to see if anyone would notice. There are way too many distractions at home to get adequate studying done. This room provides perfect solace for someone looking to escape and hide for awhile, uninterrupted. Occasionally, a fellow Truettite will wander in to share the room. I tend to bug them too much, and they take off soon after. I don't do this on purpose, but more because I get lonely. Paradoxical, I know. I hide out, then wait for someone to join me because I'm lonely. There's a sermon in there somewhere. As Chris says, "That'll preach!"
3. Unlimited Long-distance. I prefer it at home, as opposed to my cell phone, but I'll take it where I can get it. It's a lifeline to those outside Waco, TX. We moved here at the end of July. We've left the county once. For someone who left the county daily, travelling all over greater Cincy for whatever I wanted, this has drastically tied me down. Only through phone calls, and my upcoming #2 entry, am I able to correspond with loved ones. I call my mom a lot. I try and reconnect with a friend at least once a week. When you're new to a city and community, it's hard to be yourself. You need that comfort that you've left behind. You need that familiarity. In new places, you feel the need to withhold something, to be mysterious, in order to make a connection and feel accepted. I've always been pretty extroverted, but it's easy to become introverted when you move.
2. The Super-Mac. I admit it. I'm addicted. I'm still learning all it can do. I never realized how dependent I am upon my Mac until it died the other day and I forgot my charger. I had to take some notes the old way, and it killed my hand. I can type a lot faster than I can write, that's for sure. Never again will I leave the house with Super-Mac without his jumper cable. Computers have come so far since my first go-round as a student. They weren't really portable then. At least not for those in my income bracket. We had to go to the Computer Lab, which was a metal building that was really hot. Then, they finished the library, and moved the computer lab to the basement of the library. It was infinitely better, yet still low-rent compared to today. Now everyone carries their own around in a backpack. Thank you Lord for technology. My History paper will be incredibly easier than it would have been 13 years ago when I started college. Dang, I'm old.
1. My family. I know, I know, way to cop out on that one TJ. But they really are everything to me. I am reminded everyday how much they mean. My incredible wife, mother to our precious daughter, is the perfect helpmate for me. She is my best friend. I fail to realize this as often as I should. In studying for our Christian Worship project, our assigned passage is from Isaiah 45:1-3. As another guy and I were reading through the text and exegeting it (ooooo, big word, eh), I noticed 3 times, God tells Isaiah, "I will..." do something. Those three phrases took me back to August 7, 1999. In our wedding vows, instead of "I do"ing like everyone else, ours were phrased with "I Will." To me now, this more accurately conveys that we have to make a conscious choice all the time to follow our vows. I Will. Kim, I will, do all these things and more, each and everyday I breathe on this earth. I love you so much.
And Lydia. I know I've said it before, but I have learned more about God's love for us since she was born than I ever have from any book or Sunday School class or lecture. If God feels the same way about me that I feel about her, wow. When she smiles and laughs, I smile and laugh. When she doesn't feel well, I ache that I can't take the pain away. When she learns something new, I beam with pride. When she snuggles with me, I feel her heartbeat and know she is safe. Okay. Let's just say, I live for my wife and daughter.
Also, my mother. As we enter another season of our relationship, I need to learn not to be too critical. As we transition from me always looking to her for guidance, to her looking my way, I pray I will be the one she needs to help her make good decisions. I think dealing with an aging, widowed mother has given me a new challenge. A challenge to be a better husband, father to my own family, as well as a better son to someone who needs me now like never before. It's so tempting to withdraw and let my distance serve as an excuse from not being more actively involved. To shirk my responsiblities as a son. To ignore the relationship with my siblings, so distant physically, age-wise, and emotionally. I never thought finding the balance between all elements of my family-life would be so dangerous. Not trying to be a bummer, but this is the reality I find myself in.
So what do you think? Is my list lacking anything? What would be on your list?
I guess I need to get back to studying now.
9. Yellow Highlighters. So far this semester I've gone through 4 yellow highlighters. My Scriptures book glows. It's eery. Kim had a coupon for any "post-it" brand item, and instead of getting herself post-its for her classroom, she found me a nifty yellow highlighter with flags, too! I'm pumped to try it out.
8. Note Cards. I've become a full-fledged note card nerd. I even have a case I keep them in. For my Theology test tomorrow, I went and asked my professor if I could bring in some blank note cards, so that I could outline my thoughts onto the cards during the test. He gave permission. I wanted to give him a heads up that I'm a loser who in his second academic life has been reduced to memorizing things and writing them down.
7. Grapette soda from W-M. Caffeine-free, just the way I like it. And 12 packs are only 2.27. Much less than Sprites, Welch's, Sierra Mists, etc. The days of being on a tight budget have forced me to be frugal.
6. Bottled Water. The H2O in Waco is atrocious. We bought a filter for our faucet, but I like cold water. Water never seems to be cold enough in Waco. Even in the fountains. TX seems to favor Nestle's Ozarka brand spring water. Cincinnati was Ice Mountain country. Whatever. They taste the same. I probably drink somewhere between 20-30 bottles of water a week.
5. High-speed Internet. Worth every penny. The place I work at infrequently is still on dial-up. I thought I would be one of their next clients if the stupid thing didn't connect faster the other day. For those who don't know, I'm an attendant at a funeral home (I know, creepy, and strangely, it isn't as bad as you might think).
4. The Study Room at Truett. Andrew calls it my "office." I thought about getting my name printed on a brass plate and putting it outside the room to see if anyone would notice. There are way too many distractions at home to get adequate studying done. This room provides perfect solace for someone looking to escape and hide for awhile, uninterrupted. Occasionally, a fellow Truettite will wander in to share the room. I tend to bug them too much, and they take off soon after. I don't do this on purpose, but more because I get lonely. Paradoxical, I know. I hide out, then wait for someone to join me because I'm lonely. There's a sermon in there somewhere. As Chris says, "That'll preach!"
3. Unlimited Long-distance. I prefer it at home, as opposed to my cell phone, but I'll take it where I can get it. It's a lifeline to those outside Waco, TX. We moved here at the end of July. We've left the county once. For someone who left the county daily, travelling all over greater Cincy for whatever I wanted, this has drastically tied me down. Only through phone calls, and my upcoming #2 entry, am I able to correspond with loved ones. I call my mom a lot. I try and reconnect with a friend at least once a week. When you're new to a city and community, it's hard to be yourself. You need that comfort that you've left behind. You need that familiarity. In new places, you feel the need to withhold something, to be mysterious, in order to make a connection and feel accepted. I've always been pretty extroverted, but it's easy to become introverted when you move.
2. The Super-Mac. I admit it. I'm addicted. I'm still learning all it can do. I never realized how dependent I am upon my Mac until it died the other day and I forgot my charger. I had to take some notes the old way, and it killed my hand. I can type a lot faster than I can write, that's for sure. Never again will I leave the house with Super-Mac without his jumper cable. Computers have come so far since my first go-round as a student. They weren't really portable then. At least not for those in my income bracket. We had to go to the Computer Lab, which was a metal building that was really hot. Then, they finished the library, and moved the computer lab to the basement of the library. It was infinitely better, yet still low-rent compared to today. Now everyone carries their own around in a backpack. Thank you Lord for technology. My History paper will be incredibly easier than it would have been 13 years ago when I started college. Dang, I'm old.
1. My family. I know, I know, way to cop out on that one TJ. But they really are everything to me. I am reminded everyday how much they mean. My incredible wife, mother to our precious daughter, is the perfect helpmate for me. She is my best friend. I fail to realize this as often as I should. In studying for our Christian Worship project, our assigned passage is from Isaiah 45:1-3. As another guy and I were reading through the text and exegeting it (ooooo, big word, eh), I noticed 3 times, God tells Isaiah, "I will..." do something. Those three phrases took me back to August 7, 1999. In our wedding vows, instead of "I do"ing like everyone else, ours were phrased with "I Will." To me now, this more accurately conveys that we have to make a conscious choice all the time to follow our vows. I Will. Kim, I will, do all these things and more, each and everyday I breathe on this earth. I love you so much.
And Lydia. I know I've said it before, but I have learned more about God's love for us since she was born than I ever have from any book or Sunday School class or lecture. If God feels the same way about me that I feel about her, wow. When she smiles and laughs, I smile and laugh. When she doesn't feel well, I ache that I can't take the pain away. When she learns something new, I beam with pride. When she snuggles with me, I feel her heartbeat and know she is safe. Okay. Let's just say, I live for my wife and daughter.
Also, my mother. As we enter another season of our relationship, I need to learn not to be too critical. As we transition from me always looking to her for guidance, to her looking my way, I pray I will be the one she needs to help her make good decisions. I think dealing with an aging, widowed mother has given me a new challenge. A challenge to be a better husband, father to my own family, as well as a better son to someone who needs me now like never before. It's so tempting to withdraw and let my distance serve as an excuse from not being more actively involved. To shirk my responsiblities as a son. To ignore the relationship with my siblings, so distant physically, age-wise, and emotionally. I never thought finding the balance between all elements of my family-life would be so dangerous. Not trying to be a bummer, but this is the reality I find myself in.
So what do you think? Is my list lacking anything? What would be on your list?
I guess I need to get back to studying now.
Wednesday, August 15, 2007
Long time coming
I haven't blogged in a long while. I became addicted to Facebook, and I'll write an occasional note.
Let's see.
We moved to Texas.
I start to Truett Seminary on Monday.
I got a part-time job working at a Funeral Home.
Lydia's crawling everywhere.
Mom has a bad skin cancer on her leg that she has to go to Little Rock to have removed.
Ma Wyatt just went into a nursing home.
Kim is getting ready to start her new teaching position. She's been at meetings nonstop for awhile now.
Lydia started daycare on Monday. I can only imagine how she is all day.
There you have it. My life right now in a nutshell.
Let's see.
We moved to Texas.
I start to Truett Seminary on Monday.
I got a part-time job working at a Funeral Home.
Lydia's crawling everywhere.
Mom has a bad skin cancer on her leg that she has to go to Little Rock to have removed.
Ma Wyatt just went into a nursing home.
Kim is getting ready to start her new teaching position. She's been at meetings nonstop for awhile now.
Lydia started daycare on Monday. I can only imagine how she is all day.
There you have it. My life right now in a nutshell.
Monday, February 19, 2007
Meandering
So it's late. As I sit here at the comp with a pile of trash bags peeking at me over my shoulder, reeking of the last week's rubbish. Before we moved, I didn't mind at all to take out the trash. After all, we were the second closest to the dumpster. But since we moved, I've gotten quite lazy, and actually throw the trash in the back of the truck and take it to the dumpster. But no one wants to be a wimp and only take 1 bag of trash. So I've now resigned myself to waiting until there are at least 4 or 5 bags of foul-smelling diapers and leftovers and just everything my wife throws away. Does anyone out there have a problem with having too much junk lying around your house? I happily volunteer my wife to come over. She can fill a trash bag faster than Jonathan can recognize a Skillet song. (Balmerman shout out woo hoo!) And she steadfastly refuses to take out the trash herself. What a conundrum I have found myself in. When we divided up the chores all those years ago, I never thought taking out the trash would be the one I regretted choosing most!
On the bright side, I just finished a glass of milk with about 4 or 5 oreos sufficiently drowned. Mmmm. Good.
Well, I think my ipod is finally charged enough. I've got a Rob Bell sermon to put me to sleep tonight to. I've almost finished rereading The Jesus I Never Knew which is a surprisingly much easier read than the first time I read it about 8 or 9 years ago. Recommended definitely.
I believe the ipod is ready to go.
Good night everyone.
TJ
Thursday, February 01, 2007
Sick Day
Today was our first sick day.
Lydi-Bug woke up with a runny nose, watery eyes, and a bit of a cough. Kim had me call the nurse, who recommended I bring her in, to make sure there was no ear infections.
The good news is that there was no ear infections. The bad news was that the patches of dry skin across her head needed some antibiotic cream, which of course there was no generic for.
But overall, she's been a happy baby today.
Hopefully, she'll be that way tomorrow again.
TJ
Lydi-Bug woke up with a runny nose, watery eyes, and a bit of a cough. Kim had me call the nurse, who recommended I bring her in, to make sure there was no ear infections.
The good news is that there was no ear infections. The bad news was that the patches of dry skin across her head needed some antibiotic cream, which of course there was no generic for.
But overall, she's been a happy baby today.
Hopefully, she'll be that way tomorrow again.
TJ
Wednesday, December 27, 2006
2006.
For the next few paragraphs, I'm going to attempt to capture as many of my feelings about 2006 as I can.
2006:
The year I grew up.
The year of joy.
The year of sorrow.
The year of melancholy.
The year of expectation.
It seems at times like only yesterday that we confided in our family and close friends that it was our desire to have a child, but God was somehow not listening, and we needed extra people to offer up their hopes, possibly to change His mind. But it wasn't yesterday. It was Christmas 2005. Because you see, the seeds for 2006 were planted long before 2006 ever took a tick of a clock. To accurately understand 2006, we need to rewind back to 2004.
From the beginning, we had said that we wanted to wait a while before having children. After all, once you have kids, they're always there. It will never be just the two of us again. So we prayed, and decided that five years was long enough to just enjoy each other's company. So around the fifth year of marriage, we began to pray for children, taking the necessary steps to make them possible. But we were not blessed with any impending bundles of joy. The sixth year of marriage rolled around, and we thought maybe we might need some medical help. So we sought out counsel and pharmaceutical jumpstarts that might multiply our family. No dice, as they say.
Having chosen not to air our laundry out for all to see, it was outwardly exciting to see others being blessed with children, while inwardly heartbreaking upon hearing any expectant news.
So after prayer between us, we decided to expand our circle a little bit, inviting our family and friends over Christmas to intercede on our behalf, with the hopes of having a blessing of our own.
God heard. And God blessed.
Just after Valentine's Day, we got the news in a random testing done upstairs of the 4102. We'd tested many times before only to end up a little more depressed. But this time Kim's tone was different. So different that we sat at the top of the stairs for at least 2 hours in disbelief. Is this how Mary felt when Gabe dropped the news on her?
After a couple of apprehensive weeks and our first doctor's appt, we let our close family in on the news.
Overjoyed! Ecstatic! Exhuberant! And all the other adjectives to describe how happy we were!
Then came March. My dad had long lamented that Virginia was the only state in the south (confederacy) that he had never been to. I wanted Dad to see Washington D.C., a place I have grown to love over the years. We finally worked it out for a Spring Break vacation to visit our nation's capital, with a bonus stop at Gettysburg on the way. But whoa. Kim was barely 2 months pregnant. Dad was advanced, and needed assistance at walking distances, and Mom, well, she was Mom.
But God provided. A wonderful trip. Good weather. Good company. Good attitudes. I pushed Dad all over Washington, Baltimore, and parts of Arlington in a borrowed wheelchair. We rode the subway and the bus. We parked at the US Capitol in the House Bulding parking, where I actually parked in the wrong spot and might have gotten towed if it weren't for Dad's disabled plates! :)
A wonderful vacation. Probably the best ever, aside from a slight scare Kim had on the way home which prompted us to drive all the way from Mt. Vernon back to Cincinnati in one day. We even celebrated Dad's 80th birthday with a burger at Red Robin again! Yeehaw!
Then came May! Hooray for my nephew's graduation! My entire family, together again. Mother, father, sister, brother, nieces, nephew, wife and unborn child. Kim's weekend/birthday, not so good as she contracted strep. Not good when you're 5 months pregnant. Nevertheless, we hightailed it back to Ohio for a Memorial Day party.
June 1 was the day to find out whether we were about to have a boy or a girl. Pink or blue. Dad was convinced we were having a boy, even so far as to always remind Kim to take care of "Junior." But as he said when I told him we were having a girl, "Well, I guess I was wrong."
Summer had arrived, which means TJ=busy. One final time to Centri-Kid at Georgetown College, the greatest campus to ever host a camp.
The phone call no one wants to hear.
My dad was no longer here with us, but in heaven with Jesus.
The night before, I'd talked to him. I told him I loved him. He told me he was tired. I told him he would be ok. He was ok. But I was not.
Father's Day. My first as a father, I said goodbye to my own.
Losing your dad is the ultimate flurry of emotions. You're happy because he was Christ's, but you're empty because he's gone. You're comforted because you mourn, but you're reluctant to let go.
Who knew how things would turn out when we learned of our impending arrival, took a grand vacay, and celebrated a graduation with all the family happy and together?
The rest of June and July were times of just going through the motions, or in my case, emotions. In July, after a quick trip to Arkansas to help Mom with some stuff, we headed to St. Louis for my cousin's wedding, hopefully donning a tux as a groomsdude for the final time. Spent a good deal of time with my cousin Jimmy, who then in August lost decades long battle with kidney disease, leaving behind a wife and 2 sons to grieve. Also we moved in July. Our moms packed and unpacked us. Much to our delight. Expanding the household means expanding your square footage. And with numerous gifts arriving by the truckload for our bundle, we needed the room. After 6+ years in the 4102, we moved across the parking lot to the 4064.
Also in August, Mt. Carmel ordained me to the ministry. A very emotional night, with powerful prayers and whispered thoughts of love. Honored. Humbled.
October 8th fast approaching.
But what's this? Labor pains on the evening of the 3rd? But no! Our girl was headed this way.
After a night without sleep. Pain for mother and child, Lydia Evangeline Johnston entered the world at 2 PM on October 4th, 2006, stealing her grandmother's birthday away, and stealing my heart with the first sight of her.
Visits from family and friends highlghted the next few weeks.
Then Thanksgiving. Our first road trip with Baby Girl.
Then Christmas.
A cavalcade of emotions.
I am now a father.
I am now fatherless (earthly).
God is good.
All the time.
And now we're right back where we started.
Plus one.
:)
2006:
The year I grew up.
The year of joy.
The year of sorrow.
The year of melancholy.
The year of expectation.
It seems at times like only yesterday that we confided in our family and close friends that it was our desire to have a child, but God was somehow not listening, and we needed extra people to offer up their hopes, possibly to change His mind. But it wasn't yesterday. It was Christmas 2005. Because you see, the seeds for 2006 were planted long before 2006 ever took a tick of a clock. To accurately understand 2006, we need to rewind back to 2004.
From the beginning, we had said that we wanted to wait a while before having children. After all, once you have kids, they're always there. It will never be just the two of us again. So we prayed, and decided that five years was long enough to just enjoy each other's company. So around the fifth year of marriage, we began to pray for children, taking the necessary steps to make them possible. But we were not blessed with any impending bundles of joy. The sixth year of marriage rolled around, and we thought maybe we might need some medical help. So we sought out counsel and pharmaceutical jumpstarts that might multiply our family. No dice, as they say.
Having chosen not to air our laundry out for all to see, it was outwardly exciting to see others being blessed with children, while inwardly heartbreaking upon hearing any expectant news.
So after prayer between us, we decided to expand our circle a little bit, inviting our family and friends over Christmas to intercede on our behalf, with the hopes of having a blessing of our own.
God heard. And God blessed.
Just after Valentine's Day, we got the news in a random testing done upstairs of the 4102. We'd tested many times before only to end up a little more depressed. But this time Kim's tone was different. So different that we sat at the top of the stairs for at least 2 hours in disbelief. Is this how Mary felt when Gabe dropped the news on her?
After a couple of apprehensive weeks and our first doctor's appt, we let our close family in on the news.
Overjoyed! Ecstatic! Exhuberant! And all the other adjectives to describe how happy we were!
Then came March. My dad had long lamented that Virginia was the only state in the south (confederacy) that he had never been to. I wanted Dad to see Washington D.C., a place I have grown to love over the years. We finally worked it out for a Spring Break vacation to visit our nation's capital, with a bonus stop at Gettysburg on the way. But whoa. Kim was barely 2 months pregnant. Dad was advanced, and needed assistance at walking distances, and Mom, well, she was Mom.
But God provided. A wonderful trip. Good weather. Good company. Good attitudes. I pushed Dad all over Washington, Baltimore, and parts of Arlington in a borrowed wheelchair. We rode the subway and the bus. We parked at the US Capitol in the House Bulding parking, where I actually parked in the wrong spot and might have gotten towed if it weren't for Dad's disabled plates! :)
A wonderful vacation. Probably the best ever, aside from a slight scare Kim had on the way home which prompted us to drive all the way from Mt. Vernon back to Cincinnati in one day. We even celebrated Dad's 80th birthday with a burger at Red Robin again! Yeehaw!
Then came May! Hooray for my nephew's graduation! My entire family, together again. Mother, father, sister, brother, nieces, nephew, wife and unborn child. Kim's weekend/birthday, not so good as she contracted strep. Not good when you're 5 months pregnant. Nevertheless, we hightailed it back to Ohio for a Memorial Day party.
June 1 was the day to find out whether we were about to have a boy or a girl. Pink or blue. Dad was convinced we were having a boy, even so far as to always remind Kim to take care of "Junior." But as he said when I told him we were having a girl, "Well, I guess I was wrong."
Summer had arrived, which means TJ=busy. One final time to Centri-Kid at Georgetown College, the greatest campus to ever host a camp.
The phone call no one wants to hear.
My dad was no longer here with us, but in heaven with Jesus.
The night before, I'd talked to him. I told him I loved him. He told me he was tired. I told him he would be ok. He was ok. But I was not.
Father's Day. My first as a father, I said goodbye to my own.
Losing your dad is the ultimate flurry of emotions. You're happy because he was Christ's, but you're empty because he's gone. You're comforted because you mourn, but you're reluctant to let go.
Who knew how things would turn out when we learned of our impending arrival, took a grand vacay, and celebrated a graduation with all the family happy and together?
The rest of June and July were times of just going through the motions, or in my case, emotions. In July, after a quick trip to Arkansas to help Mom with some stuff, we headed to St. Louis for my cousin's wedding, hopefully donning a tux as a groomsdude for the final time. Spent a good deal of time with my cousin Jimmy, who then in August lost decades long battle with kidney disease, leaving behind a wife and 2 sons to grieve. Also we moved in July. Our moms packed and unpacked us. Much to our delight. Expanding the household means expanding your square footage. And with numerous gifts arriving by the truckload for our bundle, we needed the room. After 6+ years in the 4102, we moved across the parking lot to the 4064.
Also in August, Mt. Carmel ordained me to the ministry. A very emotional night, with powerful prayers and whispered thoughts of love. Honored. Humbled.
October 8th fast approaching.
But what's this? Labor pains on the evening of the 3rd? But no! Our girl was headed this way.
After a night without sleep. Pain for mother and child, Lydia Evangeline Johnston entered the world at 2 PM on October 4th, 2006, stealing her grandmother's birthday away, and stealing my heart with the first sight of her.
Visits from family and friends highlghted the next few weeks.
Then Thanksgiving. Our first road trip with Baby Girl.
Then Christmas.
A cavalcade of emotions.
I am now a father.
I am now fatherless (earthly).
God is good.
All the time.
And now we're right back where we started.
Plus one.
:)
Tuesday, November 07, 2006
Saw this on another blog and found it hilarious!
Talk about your bad luck reporting a news story.
Good Grief!
Sorry
Things have been busy lately, but what do you expect with a one-month old?
Here's a pic of her...and don't forget to check out my flickr page for more pics!
TJ
http://www.flickr.com/photos/55361524@N00/
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