My post today over at All The Church Ladies talks about a visit Dan and I made to a little-bitty country church, a couple of Sundays ago. Which would have been a great opportunity for me to learn about some really interesting people. If I hadn’t been completely consumed with a couple of rampaging little boys. Oh well.
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My post today over at All The Church Ladies is on the lighter side. I talk about how it’s a wonder I ever became a “lead worshipper” in churches, because when I was a kid, my pastor-Dad was totally a worship cop!
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I am, quite possibly, the worst liar in the whole wide world.
Last week, we did a little quiz with a couples group from our church, and one of the questions was something like, “What’s one thing you appreciate about your spouse?” and my husband answered, “She’s always honest.” And it’s true. We’ve been married for almost 22 years, and he knows: I just don’t lie.
I even suck at telling benign fibs, like pulling someone’s leg with a joke, or planning a surprise party. If I even try to fool my husband about something, I turn into a giggling eight-year-old.
In fact, there’s only one area of my life where I fling all honesty to the wind. When it comes to exercising, I lie to myself like a politician with a fishing story. It’s the only way I can get my butt out the door. Continue reading
My little blog is six months (plus change) old, so to celebrate, I am having my first ever guest poster!
I met Tony Alicea through Twitter, and he has since become a dear friend – he is probably the nicest guy in my Twitter sphere. He lives in Florida, where he performs tech wizardry (he has rescued me from my ignorance, several times), listens to lots and lots of music, writes, and loves God; not at all in that order. Continue reading
A Mama friend recently asked me to recommend some books for her fifth-grade daughter (who is reading at a ninth-grade level, but the teachers apparently want her to stick with fifth-grade books, which sounds to me like some sort of crime against learning, if not against humanity, but never mind.)
The number one thing that fostered my interest in reading, as a child, was something that is not (I’m sorry to say) very practical for the modern family. And that was this:
We didn’t have a television in the house. Ever. From the time I was born, until I went off to college.
This arrangement posed some minor problems, of course. Whenever we went to a friend’s house, we kids would park ourselves in front of their TV and stare, slack-jawed, as though it were a five-headed creature from another planet. We absolutely could not be pried away from it, for love or money or new bicycles or anything. Continue reading
Cathy LaGrow 