What do I win??

I remembered how to log in!! It's a start.

I've gotten lazy on Facebook. It's just SO EASY, ya know? Just pop in, type a few lines, talk to a couple of friends. (sigh)
I gotta admit it has been so much fun to catch up with old friends and see how everyone is doing.

I have been thinking about Race lately and so concerned for his well-being. I know that it is all in the Lord's hands, but it occupies a lot of my thoughts these days.

So I look around for things that I CAN control, and I do stupid things like ripping the kitchen cabinets off the wall, spackling, sanding, painting, installing new shelves, a new range hood, etc. I rearrange rooms, closets, and furniture like it was rearanging a knick-knack shelf.
The kids have learned to try to be quiet and just stay out of the way, but it doesn't really work. And any of the three of them could get an honest-to-goodness job as a furniture mover as we speak. So....ya know...a fall back, just in case the whole homeschool experiment doesn't pan out.
Well, Savannah and I went jeans shopping tonight. It was quite successful. In fact...we were both surprised to learn that we now wear the same size. Doesn't that sound great? I mean I'll be the number that shall not be named this year, and I can wear the same size as my soon to be 15 year old?! Yep...it's all good. Except for the fact that we can never actually swap clothes because she has an actual "girl shape". Me and my stupid Asian butt(Yes, somehow I was cursed with a super-flat ASIAN ass. I continue to believe that there is some Korean gal wandering around somewhere with an absolutely, traffic-stopping butt) will never fit into her clothes. (sigh)But, it's the little things at this point, right?

In other news around here, Jackson has taken up cursing. Yes, that's right...cursing. (sorry Grandmama...I try)
O.K., i's not EXACTLY cursing, but he has definitely developed an interest in the subject. SO we talked about it and discussed that you really don't need to be AFRAID of words, but cursing certainly wasn't very uplifting, and it usually just showed a lack of vocabulary for the person who was trying to explain themselves.
Now, lets keep in mind that Jackson's mother, yours truly, has been known....on stressed -out occasions to let the occasional "damn" or "hell" fly. (Sorry again, Grandmama) And Jack's Pap-Paw wouldn't even be understood if his speech were not punctuated with the gentle, southern, curse word here and there.
Anyway, he has taken to making up his OWN curse words. He dropped something the other day and exclaimed "DAMSEL!". (You can imagine the shock and awe that followed.) He continues to make up curse words and we continue to snicker quietly as he uses them.
Keep in mind that this was the same kid who 2 years ago, upon returning from a trip to Israel kept shrieking EVERY time we passed the field on the way to our house, "LOOK AT AT THAT ASS OUT THERE!!" "YEP! JUST LOOK AT THAT ASS JUST STANDING THERE!"

Cheers!
Melissa