Wow. Life can change at a moment's notice.

My mom has been in Nashville for the past week, attending a writing seminar at Lifeway. She was suppose to drive up to Louisville today and spend some time with Paul and me before flying home tomorrow. Go shopping, eat at a nice resteraunt; that was the plan.

I got a call from my brother at work around 3:00 PM. Paul grimly informed me that Mom had been rushed to the ER in Nashville with a blood clot.

Now we'll be driving down to Nashville late tonight as our Dad and little brother, David, fly in from Arizona.

Please pray that the blood clot does not break free and get stuck in her heart.
Pray also God will bring healing and that my mom will soon be able to check out of the hospital.
Please also pray for John Letoto as he will be driving us down very late tonight.

My poor blog. It has been neglected as of late.

*sigh*

I remember when I had time to write about my thoughts on life.

Gluten Intolerance

Read this, and please never ask me we i don't eat the bun on my hamburger again. It's so annoying.

Six Flags

Well I just got back from Six Flags, Kentucky Kingdom, where I spent the whole day working the Mom's Music Festival, which featured 48 local bands.

Well, when I say "working" I mean hanging out with Mike Neal and Corey Zimmerman all day riding roller coasters and enjoying free food.

I have a good job.

Child Care

Well, today was my first day as an official teacher for the 2 Year Old class at church, and so far no major disasters.

I was quite pleased to find my childhood favorite "There's a Monster at the End of This Book" on the bookshelve, but I was not successful in convincing any of my students to allow me to read it to them. I was, however, coerced into reading a wretched little book about Donald Duck making a peanutbutter and jelly sandwich four times. Children's literature has really taken a nosedive in recent years.

On the upside, I've been pretty impressed with the First Look curriculum. Really solid stuff. Spiritual formation, even at this young of an age, is absolutely crucial.

Pro 22:6 Train up a child in the way he should go; even when he is old he will not depart from it.

Child Care

Well, today was my first Sunday as an official teacher for 2 Year Olds at church, and so far no major dissasters

"I'm still waiting to meet a girl like my Mom who's closer to my age"

I just picked up mewithoutYou's new CD, "Brother, Sister". So far I'm really digging it.

I leave you with a line from Nice and Blue (pt. two)- which is also the song the previous quote is from.

"Our horse was fast and first from the gate
with the lead of a length at the sound of the gun
and the last of our cash laid down to fate (at 17 to 1)
but by the final stretch in the rear of the pack
that nag limping bad in the back
we relunctantly gave all the money we'd saved,
1/5 to the commonwealth and the rest to the track"

Annoying Messenger Abbreviations

Do you know what really grinds my gears? "lol". I mean, what's up with that? When was the last time that you heard a funny joke (in person) and just blurted out "LAUGH OUT LOUD"? I thought so. It is SOOO lame.

Besides, if the point of an messenger abbreviation is to be able to type faster, than the word "haha", as in the noise someone makes when they ACTUALLY laugh, is only one letter more. And if the joke is particulary funny you can lengthen it i.e.: hahahahahahaha. "lol" cannot be modified.

In summary "ha-ha" is an acceptable word, "lol" is not. Please do the English language a favor and stop using it.

Mud Night

I think there's still mud in my ears from church last night. Between the Mud Pit, HUGE Slip N Slide, and relays involving shaving cream, ketchup, flour, there was plenty of good, not so clean fun to be had. The Slip N Slide was by far my favorite, other than when a ran into my brother, head first. That really hurt.

Crazy Paul, in attempt to prove that he is still crazy, refused to clean himself up afterwards, and proceeded to go with us to Q-doba where he noticeably disturbed the patrons with his grotesque appearence.

They don't call him Crazy Paul for nothing.

19!

It was a very good birthday.

It started off with going to Mike and Amy Hilliard's wedding, which was wonderful. Mike sang to Amy, and there wasn't a dry eye in the entire church.

After getting back, Paul and I, in addition to a few friends, headed to Outback Steakhouse for birthday dinner. We had to wait about 30 minutes before being seated, but we passed the time by tossing some birthday frisbee in the parking lot, which was awesomely-differant. Once inside I splurged on a birthday prime rib and enjoyed a free birthday sundae. Two other people sitting near us also were there to celebrate their birthdays. I guess September 30th is a popular date to be born on.

I finished the evening by watching my newly acquired, long time favorite, House of Flying Daggers on DVD (widescreen of course). A whole slew of people were in the patio room, most of whom had never seen it before, and everyone with good taste agreed it was fantastic. I've watched it many times, but I am continualy blown away by how AH-mazing it is.

Well, I now begin my last year as a teenager. Exciting.