Congrats to a new blogger!

My eldest has entered the blogging world!

My daughter Tabitha, who lives out on the left coast in the Seattle area, has taken the plunge and has started her memoires (or at least her blog), called, appropriately musings of a van drivin’ soccer mom. (she’s the one in the back – doesn’t she look mischievous?)

Now why do I bother you with this?

First, I can. This is my blog

Second, she is a great writer — it must come from my jeans genes

Third, she has 5 kids born on 3 continents, a husband from Brazil and a dog named “Boo.”

Actually she doesn’t have a dog at all. It just reminded me of an old song…

In the event that you think I jest, check out her first post.

Sweet

I got the sweetest text message from my daughter Jessica in Chattanooga yesterday afternoon.

She’s like 23 months pregnant and the little gal in the oven just doesn’t want to come out.

While I’m sitting on a stool in the mall in a women’s clothing store, I realized I was bored. I had been sitting there for 74 minutes waiting on my queen to try on some clothes and decided to send my daughter a short note to see how she was (her due date has passed).

And I got the sweetest message back: “I lost my mucus plug.”

Hmmmm. Was this an appeal to
a) help her find it?
b) be appropriately saddened at the lost, or
c) a good thing?

Having been through this before — admittedly my most current experience with it goes back more than 25 years — I chose “c” as the correct answer.

At that point, as I ruminated on said mucus plug, I realized that I didn’t know what one looked like. “Mucus” doesn’t conjure up the most pleasant image and “plug” made me think of those black rubber stoppers I once used in chemistry lab to create a vacuum in glass flasks. The two images didn’t seem to blend well. I decided that it didn’t really matter and that I really didn’t want to see one anyway.

I’m simply happy that my daughter
a) had one
b) lost it, and
c) was excited

Love. It expresses itself in such unique ways…

Naked, hammers and saws — good combination?

Does this make anybody else cringe when you think about the possibilities? It makes me want to cross my legs!

Judge Says California Carpenter Has Right to Work Nude
A carpenter caught hammering nails and sawing wood in the nude has been found by a judge to be not guilty of indecent exposure.

Alameda County Superior Court Judge Julie Conger ruled Thursday that although Percy Honniball of Oakland was naked, he was not acting lewdly or seeking sexual gratification.

Honniball, 51, was arrested last year after he was spotted building cabinets in the buff at a home where he had been hired to work.

The carpenter has said he likes to work in the nude because it’s more comfortable and it helps him keep his clothes clean.

Honniball earned two years’ probation in 2003 after being caught three times working naked in Berkeley, which prohibits public nudity. Oakland does not have a similar ban.

Behaving by “misbehaving”

Interesting things happen when you do the unexpected.

Last Sunday, Lifepoint did what every mother tells her child in church NOT to do. We wrote on the chair. With black permanent markers. All of them.

And we didn’t get in trouble.

Why in the world would we do such a thing?

Because our Dad is letting us run wild in His house!

He said go out, find them and bring them in. We took names (actually, we wrote them on the back of the chairs) and kicked tail (actually, we went out and invited them to come). The really neat part is that they came!

People were telling me yesterday, “The people whose names I wrote on the chair came!” Another told me, “You aren’t going to believe this, but one of the people who I wrote his name on a chair came…and he brought a friend!” Another, with tears in her eyes simply said, “They’re here.”

Pastor Jeff said six more entered the Kingdom yesterday.

Is that cool, or what?!

The most interesting thing is that we haven’t seen anything yet. It’s amazing what happens when black ink, white chairs, broken-hearted prayer for the lost are stirred together and baked in intense love for several weeks. I hope we are ready…