Okay... so I am supposed to blog... I looked this word up... (very 2010 of me) on Google and it is a web term... a noun... for telling stuff about yourself... wow... I have read a few blogs... they are all about me... or you... I could never understand why people blogged and now I am one... for we all know.. IT IS ALL ABOUT ME...For those of you that care... (all two of you) I am 58 years old... I have been a "pastor's wife" (albeit a pathetic one) for about 39 years in four different churches...I have three children... Robb ... Amy... and Dawn-Marie.. (who went to be with the Lord two and a half years ago)... I have nine grandchildren.... six girls and three boys... ages 16.. 15 ..14..13... 11 ..8... and three-five-year olds... yes three... two of them in the same family. Amy has four children (16, 14, 11, and 5), Robb has two (15 & 13) and Dawn Marie has three (8 and two-five-year olds) ... I taught piano for 32 years and quit to take care of my daughter and her children during her illness and now am helping their dad raise them...fulltime... I raised my children and now I am raising my daughter’s children for the time being... okay... so that is that... oh yes... my mom moved in with us in February and Tom has been building an addition on the house since march... he is almost done I could go on and on and have and will ...If you are looking for "all the answers" this is not the blog for you...if you are looking for traditional advice this is not the blog for you...if you are looking for sympathy... oh you might get a little but as Amy says... YOU GET NOTHING... LOL (laugh out loud)...
I hate introductions... so this one is done... next blog???? "WITHOUT WAX" and no that would not be what we do when we pluck our eyebrows...I am beyond busy... way, way beyond... so look for thoughts... Kitchen theology....Hands in the dirty dishwater...Cleaning up little bunsies, or... hello they threw up in the bed, or...the dog threw up... or worse yet...he (the dog) did his duty by the back door and the five-year-old stepped and sat in it...Dust on the shelves...making dinner....doing homework...practicing piano...and fourteen trips to school and back and back. And how will I get up the next day...(and we must and we do only to do it all over again.) and all that after we get home from work...Okay, I am done...
