TINY is DANCING!

As of about an hour ago! Well, he was dancing before, but it was mostly Tina Turner style (you know, "Private Dancer"? as in, he only danced for me) but now you can feel it FROM THE OUTSIDE. (now imagine I just whispered that. something tells me its the right thing to do.) Unfortunately, David is out. Like a Rock. (Ford style).  When I was little, I thought that commercial said "Lacquer up" and even though thinking back, it never made since, I still didn't ask.  I guess that shouldn't surprise me since in the kid's church song that says "In the pretty garden the flowers are nodding" I was always singing "the flowers are naughty" and that didn't make much sense either...

BLUEBONNETS.

The other day, while looking at various photography blogs in honor of our camera purchase, I ran across this fantastic photographer from TEXAS! Dallas, even! Her blog was littered with pictures of people in Blue Bonnet Fields, which made me so jealous and miss Texas so much, that even though I don't know her from Adam, I still commented on one of the posts and expressed the sentiments her gorgeous pictures in the Blue Bonnets evoked.  (see her pictures here)  Then today was such a beautiful day, I walked home from church and noticed THESE right on our little patch of nothing next to the carport!

Well, I'm not sure what they're called... I feel like I should remember, but I don't... but they REMIND me of Blue Bonnets.  SO, even though they aren't the Texas state flower, I feel like God loves me because they're growing on my patch of nothing. Not on our neighbor's patch, not anyone else's patch on our block, just OURS!! And tonight, we are going to eat dinner at someone's house from Texas (whom I love very much) with other people from Texas, whom I also love very much. Just saying. I love Texas. I'm not ashamed of it. I miss Texas. I'm still not ashamed. My boyfriend (husband in case you're confused) is from Texas, so sometimes you just get lucky on all counts.

I HATE FINALS.

The other day, I found a paper that I filled out for my sunday school teacher when I was in the 8th grade. One of the questions read as follows:


"What are some of your interests and hobbies?

I love to read, write, sing, play the piano, play guitar, do math, and learn--but I HATE homework."



Well, friends, nothing has changed.

Stop.
One thing has changed.
I now have David in the next room occasionally asking me "What are you doing? Don't you need to finish that project?" Or saying "Just work for ONE MORE HOUR and then we can go to a movie..." 

The point is, I haven't changed.

                                      some things NEVER change.