Dear daughter- I got a package in the mail today from Nanny (my maternal grandmother). I never know if she’ll send me underwear after I blog that mine mysteriously went missing from the dryer at my shady apartment complex or if it’ll be a newspaper clip of some Irish dancing that reminds her of our … Continue reading
Can I be honest? Whenever someone tries to talk to me about Revelation and their interpretation of the seven headed beast, I want to fall asleep or at the very least start scoffing (I’m a very good scoffer). I’m the same way with any conversation about dispensationalism. In fact, I don’t even know what that … Continue reading
Hey sweet girl- Did you know it’s been almost a year since we’ve started this adoption process? A YEAR! That is so long and we have so far to go, but this has been the most important, emotional year of my life- a year filled with inexplicable joy and heartaches. If we’re to believe the … Continue reading
Did you know that Sonic had fundraisers? I guess in the dark recesses of my mind, I’d tucked that fact away somewhere but when a church friend (SHOUT OUT, RITA!) told me she wanted to organize one for us, I was surprised. Tomorrow, we’ll be at a Sonic in Carrollton from 9-6, stuffing food bags … Continue reading
Let me start with this picture: This basically sums up my experiences at the motorcycle bar. This man was wearing a helmet with horns and a mowhawk. He was carrying around something wrapped in a blanket. At one point, between songs, he unwrapped his shofar, which is an animal horn that was used by the Jewish people … Continue reading
I’ve only been to a bar once. It was in College Station and some friends were in town and everyone wanted to visit Northgate, the local bar scene. I presented a weak protest that I had nothing to wear- all of my brightly colored shirts and cardigans neatly fit into my “dress like a Skittle” … Continue reading
When I bought my scooter, I had visions of me sidling up at a motorcycle bar, taking my helmet off, shaking my hair out, and being immediately accepted into the world of Harleys and Hondas. Guys named Hambone and Doctor Dare would slap my back and order me a…strawberry lemonade (I don’t drink). Okay, I … Continue reading
My dad came into town yesterday. We went to lunch, took him to the new park downtown, and of course, we had to do the traditional Feemster afternoon nap. When we asked if he wanted to see a movie, he immediately said that he wanted to see “Les Miserables”. When I cringed, he did something … Continue reading
Decide you want a garden in your backyard. Wait approximately 47 weeks, until your dad sends you a text message telling you that you need to do it now or not at all. Wait two more weeks. Choose a Saturday when you and your husband aren’t cooking dinner for 2 million people. On that Saturday, … Continue reading
I worked at a homeless shelter my freshman year in college. Every week, I would make the trek from my dorm room to my car, which was like traveling from Dallas to Russia on foot, drive 20 minutes to downtown Bryan, and spend a few hours with some of the clients of Twin City Mission. … Continue reading
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