Indecisive. That’s one of my Given Names. And I don’t really much care. Except when I’m trying to write a blog post at 11:30 p.m. and I can’t figure out what on earth to write.
Radical Spin-Offs are always an option, but that might be overkill.
I’m seriously tempted to write a post about Halloween. You know, maybe ask the question, “So, how many people have been won to Christ as a result of Christians boycotting Trick-or-Treat?” You know, something like that.
But as much as I love a good discussion, I won’t be around much tomorrow to moderate it, and that concerns me a little. Not that any of you would get out of hand, but you never know what kind of Hooligans are hanging around these parts…
I really want to keep talking about the Expecting Campaign. We’re kicking it off tomorrow! Tell your friends! $10/book to donate to a pregnancy center or $5 to donate one with a friend!
But again, overkill.
There’s always the embarrassing photo from my past. (You made it in this time, Steph.)
Why do I feel, all of a sudden, like my kiddos are missing out on something really special by not having a piano bench in their home? Did anyone else pose for 85% of their photos on the piano bench? No? It was just us? Okay, cool.
Here, this is a little better. Love the gray corduroy overalls, Bethany. Great choice.
As sad as this couch is, I prefer it as a photo back-drop over the oh-so-not-neutral blue plaid one in my living room.
And here’s a pic I find amusing, because it’s me holding my cousin Jen. Some of you know Jen from her blog. It’s crazy how life can take you from being light years apart to being peers.
And this? Well, this is a photo I like to call Redneck Water Park. Misi, who I’ve recently reconnected with via Facebook, is on the left. Then Ronda (who I have just determined I would like to find). Then me. And that’s Josh in the back with FlySwatter-as-Murder-Weapon.
Oh, 1980. You were a great year.
Well, would you looky there. Turns out you don’t have to be Decisive after all. You can fill an entire blog post with old pictures and some pointless commentary and call it a night.
Have a good one!