I hate to do this, but I am going to remove the ability to post comments “Anonymously” on this blog. There is something fun and mysterious to me about some of you leaving comments without your name. It makes me feel like there are sweet people out there, who I don’t even know, that care about our lives. Unfortunately, there are also people in this world who like to say unkind things under their anonymous guise. I am completely OK with people disagreeing with me, or even feeling the need to call me out in areas you think I am in the wrong. However, if you intend to make a strong statement, then I believe its only right that you should have the courage to put your name to it. Otherwise, you’re just a coward. I hope this doesn’t mean an end to the sweet anonymous friends I’ve made…
I bought Jeremiah and I tickets to go see the Eagles sold out concert for his 30th birthday. I searched the internet over (including eBay), back in March, and the cheapest tickets I could find were $113. When you add on the processing fee and shipping, I ended up spending $261. Whew! That’s some money for a concert, but they ARE incredible and when would we have the chance again…
All mothers know that with the birth of children, showers suddenly become a luxury. Let me amend that, a shower is a luxury that does not involve A) You trying to fool your child into believing that your shower is really a game you’re playing with them by constantly sticking your head out and making silly faces and/or noises. B) Your neck muscles are in a knot because the baby is screaming and you know the other child is only moments away from acting out in anger towards the screaming baby. C) A child getting soaking wet because they feel like now is the perfect time to carry on a conversation–with their head jutted into what you hoped would be your one quiet haven. OR D) And perhaps worst of all, complete silence. Then you have to tell yourself, “Well, I know that there is some huge (and possibly dangerous) mess being made somewhere out there right now, but I choose to remain blissfully ignorant and I’ll just say a prayer that God keeps them safe and he’ll allot me the patience I need to deal with the mess whenever I get out.”