We had a good weekend. We wen to Gran and Papa's house after lunch yesterday and then we came home and took a nap. The kids were pretty crabby yesterday afternoon but that is nothing new for Sunday evenings. Sundays are hard on the girls especially because their nap time is all messed up. We also had a good day today. I got so much accomplished. We made a run to the bank and made a Good Will donation this morning. I had a bout 10 bags of clothes and toys that I have been meaning to take for a few months now. After I got the bags out of the garage I actually cleaned the garage up. Our garage gets so messy. It is easy to just open the door and through stuff out there when we do not know what else do to with it. After I got the garage cleaned I opened the garage door and the kids played in the garage and in the rocks. They had so much fun. I got my laundry done and the bathrooms cleaned up. My friend came after school and we walked and then I went to Curves. Well I better go. Jeremy needs to use the computer. He is swamped at school with grading, report cards, and testing. Please say a prayer for him, he is kinda stressed.
Monday, July 24, 2017
It is always hard jumping back into a blog post because there is always so much that has happened since the last time that I posted. We have had a pretty major change in our family in the last month, but there is another sort of change that has inspired this post this morning. I cut my hair yesterday. I know life shattering isn't it? I know it seems so trivial, but the truth is the Lord revealed something to me that I have never really thought about. I love my hair. We have made some memories over my 39 years. It actually started the moment I was being born and the doctor told my mom that I had a full set of black hair. Given the fact that my brother and sister who came before me were both bald headed, I think my mom made a comment to the doctor about if he was sure I was hers. My very first compliment was about my hair! I lived my young life with nice thick hair. Sometimes it was long and sometimes it was cut short. My Pawpaw used to call me Pete Rose because I had the bowl cut ...
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