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Little Pumpkin Goes to the Pumpkin Patch!

    me and my little sister Today we celebrated by little sister’s birthday by going with her family and some friends to a Pumpkin Patch! Can you name these Veggies? Just wanted to share a few pictures of this fun day as it was Luke’s first time at a pumpkin patch! Enjoying being a Mom and Dad! As we strollered in with a zillion other parents Sara commented, “I feel like we are now officially parents taking our child to a fall photo-op!” The Pumpkin Family One of the advantages of finally having a baby, is that I no longer get called “Punkin.” Sara always called me her ‘Punkin’ (that isn’t a typo, that is the official spelling of Punkin) But now, fortunately, the baby names have been transfered to the BABY! :) Wow! A Pumpkin! Can I Keep It?? Mommy with her little pumpkin! Daddy shows Luke the TRACTOR!! Oh yeah! Which pumpkin would YOU pick? I have chosen wisely! Lost in the Corn Maze! The Birthday Girl with the Little GuyIf friends were pumpkins… I’d pick this family! Time to head home after a loooong afternoon!

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Amazing Laundry Room Discovery!

I came home today and made an amazing discovery in my laundry room…. There is a counter top! with a nice pattern on it! and no clothes everywhere! Even the machines were clear! wow, grandma must have come over for a visit! :)

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When I say "I am a Christian"

Once in awhile an e-mail forward actually contains something encouraging instead of spams or scams or jokes or urban legends. If you forward this to everyone in your address book, Bill Gates will NOT send you a dollar for each one. And no, nothing bad will happen to you if you don’t e-mail this to ten friends! When I say… “I am a Christian” I’m not shouting “I’m clean livin’.” I’m whispering “I was lost, Now I’m found and forgiven.” When I say… “I am a Christian” I don’t speak of this with pride. I’m confessing that I stumble and need Christ to be my guide. When I say… “I am a Christian” I’m not trying to be strong. I’m professing that I’m weak And need His strength to carry on. When I say… “I am a Christian” I’m not bragging of success. I’m admitting I have failed And need God to clean my mess. When I say… “I am a Christian” I’m not claiming to be perfect, My flaws are far too visible But, God believes I am worth it. When I say… “I am a Christian” I still feel the sting of pain. I have my share of…

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18 Years Later, and Just as Greasy as Ever!

Man, am I getting old! (You are welcome to talk me out of this conclusion!) Today, Sara and I went downtown to Moody Bible Institute where both dated and graduated for the Gary Chapman conference, Toward a Growing Marriage – first let me just say, it was a GREAT seminar and exceded even my high expectations. I would highly recommend his books and seminars to anyone who is married whether you think you need it or not. :) But as great as the conference was, the HIGHLIGHT of the day (sorry Sara) was going to MR. G’s! That’s right! The burger joint on Clark Street just North of Chicago Avenue: Mr. Cheeseburger in front of his favorie burger joint! I have not been to Mr. G’s for about 18 years! (That’s why I’m feeling so old) Has that much time gone by? Were the student here really babies when I was here! Yikes!! SO MUCH has changed in the buildings around MBI but I was soooo happy to discover that my favorite place for a burger run in college is still there! This little burger joint, just a block away from Moody holds many memories! All ya have to say…

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From Foolishness to Final Forgiveness

I don’t often post e-mail forwards, but I enjoyed this so much, I just had to share it. I love alliteration, and this little story takes the cake! The Final Fixing of the Foolish Fugitive “Feeling footloose, fancy-free, and frisky, this feather-brained fellow finagled his fond father into forking over his fortune. Forthwith, he fled for foreign fields and frittered his farthings feasting fabulously with fair-weather friends. Finally, facing famine, and fleeced by his fellows in folly, he found himself a feed flinger in a filthy farmlot. He fain would have filled his frame with foraged food from the fodder fragments. “‘Fooey! My father’s flunkies fare far fancier,’ the frazzled fugitive fumed feverishly, frankly facing fact. “Frustrated from failure and filled with forebodings, he fled for his family. “Falling at his father’s feet, he floundered forlornly. ‘Father, I have flunked and fruitlessly forfeited further family favors. . .’ “But the faithful father, forestalling further flinching, frantically flagged his flunkies to fetch forth the finest fatling and fix a feast. “But the fugitive’s fault-finding frater, faithfully farming his father’s fields for free, frowned at this fickle forgiveness of former falderal. His fury flashed, but fussing was futile. “His foresighted father figured,…

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