Happy Father's Day

In honor of all dads, I'm including a link to the funniest video I think I've ever seen. I cried when I watched this because I laughed soooo hard!

http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=8798242020576043158

I Am a Survivor

I'm alive! Yes, I survived kids' camp and had lots of fun too. =) It was definitely good to get home though. The kids all had an awesome week (they got to do so many fun things) and the speakers we had were great too. My favorite was a puppet named Elmer - I haven't been able to stop thinking about him! He was so funny!

So Elmer was the funniest part, my nap on Wednesday was the most relaxing, my sunburn was the most painful, all the things that would have been the most fun I wasn't able to do since I was pregnant, but someone (we have NO idea who!) throwing up in my icechest and then leaving it all week in the hot van was absolutely the grossest!!! The smell was breathtaking and faint inducing and the sight of chunks floating around was just plain nasty. Maybe I should offer a reward for any information leading to the capture of the gross-wad that did that. EEEWWWWWWWW!!! If I had a picture I would post it - sorry, I was too busy gagging to think about taking a picture.....

100 Years!

Here's a picture of our family with Granny at her 100th birthday celebration in Wichita Falls. There were LOTS of people there and it was a busy 3 days! I told Sandy she was a crazy woman for doing all that for 3 days straight! =) We made some great memories though....

We talked on our way home about whether or not we would want to live 100 years ourselves. Would you want to?

The Good Report

Our day in Abilene was wonderful and well worth the trip. We had a good report from the doctor there! Our baby definitely has kidneys and he showed us four things that look completely normal that down syndrome babies usually have. He said our baby looked completely normal and healthy to him. And it's definitely a girl! We were smiling pretty big when we left that appointment. =)

We spent the rest of the day having lunch with Chad and Mindee and going to see their church, going to the mall, taking a nap in the van, and eventually eating at Chickfila where we got our babies back! We had a happy reunion and now we're home again. It feels good. It's been a long but good day - signing off now to go to bed. =)

"The God We Serve"

In less than 2 hours we will leave to drive to the perinatal specialist to hopefully find out what's going on with our newest little one. I feel like Shadrach, Meshach and Abednego this morning. When they were faced with the fire they looked Nebuchanezzar in the face and said, "We do not need to defend ourselves in this matter. If we are thrown into the blazing furnace, the God we serve is able to save us from it, and He will rescue us from your hand, O king. But even if He does not, we want you to know, O king, that we will not serve your gods or worship the image of gold you have set up." I'm looking this initial report in the face and saying that I know God is more than able to give me a baby in perfect health. But even if He does not, I will not bow down to despair or depression. I know that God's plan, whatever it may be, is what will ultimately come about, regardless of whatever threats the enemy may make.

If there was going to be an altar call to this blog posting, the music would have to be that old song, "Whose Report Will You Believe? (We Will Believe The Report of The Lord!)" Those were the days! =)

Why I Never Stood A Chance

I just want everyone to clearly understand why it is that I never stood a chance in life to NOT cry about everything. This picture to the left is my mother, Biggie, crying at Disneyland. Currently, I don't have a picture of my dad crying, but I will get one. It shouldn't be hard. These people cry about everything! Theme Parks, TV commercials, songs on the radio, good stories, sad movies, funny jokes, funerals, weddings, graduations, new babies, old people, people getting voted off of Survivor...the list goes on and on.

So don't ever think it odd if you see me crying about something silly - it's in my genes.

Some California Memories