Very busy (as I am sure you can imagine). Between shopping for the girl, Praise and Worship rehearsal, and running around like a chicken with my head cut off, I managed to get a new floor in the baby room. And base board. In fact, the only thing left is to paint it and then the furnishing can begin. TMBWitW is thinking Sunshine Yellow.

A man’s work is never done, when it come to finishing the house. I know, I promised pictures of the new back door, so I’ll get those up. Soon. And, I’ll post florring (florring? sheesh. Flooring.) pictures. Very exciting.

Right now the front hall has stacks of stuff from the room that will be the child’s room; we need to find new places to stack our stuff. Either that or have a heck of a yard sale.

Check back soon – I promise, pictures this week!

God bless you all!

Girl!

Expected to join us around the week before Christmas. This places her on or near no fewer than eight other birthdays in that time frame; odds are she’ll be sharing a birthday with someone.

We don’t have a name picked out yet. We (I) had a boy’s name picked out – I was going to name him after my father, which is a family name from way back. TMBWitW is leaning towards a particular name, but I won’t say anything until it is a firm decision.

We actually knew around 2:30 today, as you can tell it’s well past that now; TMBWitW and her Momma had to go to a baby store right away since the sex was known. Shopping, you know.

I am very excited. We are so blessed to have a child! This is gonna change everything, isn’t it?

God bless you all!

In case you’ve not picked up on it, I am a Christian. Carol Wimmer wrote this in 1988, and it expresses my feelings pretty well. I wish I was this talented. I’ll bet you, dear and gentle reader, wish I was this talented as well. Then I wouldn’t be all jealous of people like Carol Wimmer:

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When I say, “I am a Christian,” I’m not shouting, “I’ve been saved!”
I’m whispering, “I get lost! That’s why I chose this way”

When I say, “I am a Christian,” I don’t speak with human pride
I’m confessing that I stumble-needing God 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 pray for strength to carry on

When I say, “I am a Christian,” I’m not bragging of success
I’m admitting that I’ve failed and cannot ever pay the debt

When I say, “I am a Christian,” I don’t think I know it all
I submit to my confusion asking humbly to be taught

When I say, “I am a Christian,” I’m not claiming to be perfect
My flaws are far too visible but God believes I’m worth it

When I say, “I am a Christian,” I still feel the sting of pain
I have my share of heartache which is why I seek His name

When I say, “I am a Christian,” I do not wish to judge
I have no authority–I only know I’m loved

Copyright 1988 Carol Wimmer

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TMBWitW and I will be going for the mid-point ultrasound this afternoon. This is the day we find out if the nursery will be ducks and bunnies or trains and big rigs. She is hoping for a girl, I am hoping for a boy (to name him after my father), but we both feel extremely blessed just to be able to have a child and we will love it no matter what it is. I’m sure you can’t tell just how excited I am.

WOO HOO!!!

God bless you all, and I will be posting later this afternoon with some really cool news. If I have your phone number, I may just call you from the ultrasound room. Won’t that be cool, Gawfer?

It’s that time of the week again! I found a nice red Hawaii’an print for tomorrow. What are you wearing? (A big thank you to Sues for the image)

My headache is gone, the temperature here has climbed back up, and life is good.

May God bless you and keep you always.

Before I left to lay down, I saw this on Sgt. Allen’s blog:

This article tells me if you are buying your cigarettes from a “discount” store, or from someone not actually licensed to sell them, you may be supporting the His-Bollocks organization.

You. May. Be. Supporting. The. Terrorists.

Little helpful advice here – STOP SUPPORTING TERRORISTS BEFORE I HUNT YOU DOWN MYSELF.

Smoking is harmful to your health.

God loves you and wants you to be healthy. I quit with God’s help, so can you.