Harley's For Hooters

We decided to make a blog for our breast cancer group... Our team is Harley's For Hooters and now I will keep track of everything on the blog... join us there!

http://www.harleysforhooters.blogspot.com/

Friday Confessional

I Confess:
That although I have been watching my calorie intake, I got a call  saying the girl scout cookies are in next week.

I Confess:
That getting ready for my girl scout cookies, I found some YUMMY softtop lemon cookies at Smith's yesterday. I've eaten half the box.

I Confess:
I got some news yesterday that hasnt quite settled in my brain yet... but I know God's got this and will help everyone involved. I just pray that everyone keeps their eyes on Jesus and it will be ok.

I Confess:
I am going to get another tattoo... well, add on to the current one. I got a frog on my ankle when I was in high school and its so lonely looking... so I am going to have my husband kiss some paper with red lipstick on (No, he wont let me take pictures b/c he knows they will end up on Facebook) so my frog can sit on the lips and then have a crown on him. I am going to turn my little frog into a Frog Prince :)

I Confess:
I came unglued at Barnes and Noble tech support this week. Down right screaming at them for being stupid. The man hung up on me. It was bad. I feel bad for venting my frustration so loudly, but they need to get their crap together. I LOVE my Nook... but I need it to work to stay in love with it. Not a lot to ask, IMHO.

Poor Fish

The last couple of times that I have made Tilapia for dinner, Drew gets really quite and upset. He says he feels bad for the fish he has to eat, almost like he is apologizing. We eat chicken and beef alot and he never says he feels bad for the chickens or cows, so I dont know what the deal is...

Well, I forgot about this b/c we havent had fish for a while and when I made it last night, Drew digs in and says "This is good chicken" and Ty tells him its not chicken, its fish and he got quiet and sad which reminded me why we havent had fish in a while... but this time he said "Poor fish... but you taste good!"

Time to Confess

I Confess... that by the end of the day, I am exhausted and I make the kids clean up from dinner. Garbage, Dishes, whatever. I feel it teaches them responsiblity... although last night was really funny b/c we put our plates in the sink and Drew was still eating and he said "I'll put them in the dishwasher and start it when I get done" and I went upstairs to do something... well, I heard the dishwasher going when I came down, but saw all the dishes in the sink still. He forgot to put the rest of the dishes in. As cute as he is, he says "Where is the scrubber thing? I'll do them with my hands". Sensing a bigger mess, I decided to have him wait to load those ones in later.

I Confess... that I fight with my husband over the blanket... he pulls, I pull and wrap it around myself so he can't pull back... and completely deny that I have any idea what he is talking about.

I Confess... in the mornings I wake up, wake the kids up, and my daughter makes my coffee when she goes down to eat breakfast. It saves so much time not having to run up and down the stairs when she has more time in the morning than I do. (Man, I'm feeling like a lazy mom after writing these!!)
I Confess... I havent done my taxes yet. I am dreading it. I am full of worry. But I know putting it off wont help matters, so I plan to do them this weekend.

I Confess... if the weather is good tomorrow, I am sneaking away with my husband to go on a motorcycle ride... its going to be time to get out the leathers but I have spring fever so bad, I dont even care.

Drew's Spirithday

Last night we had GP Life at church so I went to women’s bible study and the kids went to KidsLife. Since Valentine’s Day was this week, they learned about God’s great love for us. They learned about the greatest love story, the message and hope of the Gospel of Jesus. The kids were given the chance to pray after their lesson and Drew went up to a teacher after and said, “ I don’t want to be my own king anymore… I want Jesus to be the King of my life” PRAISE GOD!!!


He got a certificate to mark this special day… they called it his “Spirithday”. I’ll have to take a picture of him with it and post it later. I am so proud of him for making this decision and am excited to see the big plans that God has in store for him.

The Kind of People Jesus Would Hang Out With

Someone was asking me about the congregation at my church and I mentioned we have all sorts of people who come, it doesn’t matter who you are or what you do. I explained we have homeless people, drug addicts, tattooed/guagued ear people, etc. That there is no dress code or membership roles. It’s all about their love of Jesus and not what they look like or the bumps they’ve had in their road. The words out of her mouth were “you let your kids be around them?”.

Really?!?

Did I not just tell you that it doesn’t matter who you are or what you’ve done, you are welcome at my church? I am so tired of close minded people. I am so tired of people not getting a chance based on their looks or where they sleep. I am so tired of people thinking they are holier than someone else. That’s not how this works… it says to love your brother. Not love your brother if he lives in a house, has a job, and has taken a shower recently.

Lord… use me to educate those who don’t get it. Give me the words and the actions to show your endless love for your people. Help me to keep my mind open and to love those around me, regardless of who they are. I say these things in your name, amen.

We aren’t perfect people… yet we weren’t made to be. God knows us. He knows who we are and what we do and he loves us despite of that. He sent His son to die for our sins… not because we are perfect and deserve it, but b/c we aren’t perfect, because we’d never be saved without Him.

Someone once told me that they believe the people at my church are the ones that Jesus would hang out with. Yeah, I think so too.

Kiss Me!

Drew came home yesterday with his bag of valentine's from school. One was a box of conversation hearts and it was from a girl. On the cover of the box was a picture of a heart that said "Kiss Me". In all seriousness, he asks me "Momma, do I have to kiss her before I eat the candy?"

I burst out laughing...and told him no, that the only kissing he is allowed to do is on his momma. Silly boy!!