Gabe survived the Wiggles. He and the girls had a blast. They couldn’t stop talking when they got home (the girls, not Gabe).
Ava came up from the basement this morning after searching unsuccessfully for her new notebook and said in a loud, annoyed voice that sounded uncannily like mine, “Where in the HECK is it?!” I tried to tell her that we don’t say things like that (heck). Er, rather, we (I) do say things like that, but it doesn’t sound very nice, so we’re (I’m) going to stop.
Gabe went with me to the chiropractor this morning. I think I may survive. All of my muscles are just terribly inflamed from my spine/hips/pelvis being out of whack for so long.
I have my interview with the Rhema Network in New Zealand tomorrow evening. It’s going to be taped, so if I find out when it will air (and if they have online streaming) I’ll let you know. Pray that the Holy Spirit gives me the words to say to touch people’s hearts. (or that the sheep find comfort in my voice, if they’re the only ones listening)
A friend pointed out that you can go here and read articles written by me. Was not aware of this interesting fact. The internet publicist at Harvest House gave them permission to use excerpts from my book and forgot to tell me. 🙂
My (far from exhaustive) Wish List
a healed back
everything magically put away from our move
whole-grain tostitos, sweet onion salsa, and an ice-cold coke
a positive attitude at all times
a new couch
Little House on the Prairie Season 2 on DVD
new running shoes
contentment with what I have (i.e. stopping my wish list before it gets out of control)
I’m really excited about this weekend.
I love my family.
I love all my xanga friends, most of whom I have never met.
I want to live a life of simplicity and beauty and love.