Goodbye Most Faithful, Bestest Friend.

You will always be my "once in a lifetime" special baby.

See you in heaven. Kiss Jesus for me!

Love,
Mama

Open Letter.

Dear Mr. Louboutin,
I would really appreciate it if you could possibly include some hot pink satin peep toe evening shoes in your Fall 2010 line. I am just saying... there is a girl in the market for such wonderfulness. If you feel like this would be too much and "rushing" your creative genius, I suppose I could hold off until your holiday collection. But I would be one nervous former debutante. I don't really need them until January, but you know me... I love to prance around in my fanciest of footwear... consider it free advertising. So, without further ado, get out your sketch pad and sewing machine. Have I told you lately that I love you?
Your Loyal Customer,
Future House Queen

I LOVE ME A MONTAGE... AND THIS ONE IS GREAT!

Lots going on. Since I have made a conscious effort to "change myself". Trying to lead a life led by HIM, honoring the fruits of the spirit every day. I am changing. I am truly becoming new. It is exciting. I love it. I came across this video montage created by Michael W. Smith. It is beyond well done. It is awesome. Enjoy.

Rick Roll Meets Religion

I don't know who pulled this one off, but I am officially proud of this extremely cool cat!

Open Letter.

Dear Mr. Robertson,

I caught a segment on the news of your statements earlier tonight. I don't even know where to begin. You are a jerk. Your views on the Christianity I know are skewed... flawed... ignorant. How dare you call the earthquake a blessing in disguise when thousands are buried under the rubble crying for help. The earthquake will never be a blessing. Thousands of people will have perished. Families torn apart. Lives ruined. Yes, there can be some good that comes out of a tragedy, but the event still remains a tragedy.

Try explaining to a young mother that "actually, your 3 children's deaths in the collapse of their school is a blessing. Haiti can now rebuild/start from scratch and finally get a decent footing in the world." I bet she would rather watch her babies grow up, than watch new buildings erected where flimsy ones once stood. Where is your Christ-like compassion.


James 1:27 implores us to look after the orphan, widow, the poor... the "least" of these. I would say that in a nation where 60% of the population lives in abject poverty and where widows and orphans will unfortunately be in the thousands certainly qualifies as the "least of these".

Instead of condeming, do exactly what your Father commands you to do. Protect the least of these. Cover them in prayer. Love them. They could really use it about now don't you think? You should be ashamed of your self. I know your mother would be. Lucky you, who didn't lose your mother in a 7.0 earthquake at 4 years old in a nation ill-equipped to help you or her in any way shape or form.

Sincerely,
Future House Queen

A Promise To Myself... and HIM!

In my catagory 5 hurricane of a life... I somehow make it to every single Gopher football game. I somehow arrive early to my tutoring sessions. I make it a priority to make it to broomball. I never fail to make it to the roulette table at the LCO... no matter the storm brewing in my pretty busy little life. Whatever hurricane hits my homestead, I make it to puppy class. Where do I waffle... waiver... fail. My Sunday morning appointments with Him.

I am writing this here to hold myself accountable. In the midst of Hurricane KKRT... this year I will wash myself in the water of HIM. Not a single Sunday morning appointment will I miss. Out of town... I will find HIM. I will go to His house. I will succeed. At the end of the year, I bet I will be happier, less trouble, and even more blessed than I am today. What exactly do I have to lose? 52 hours. Piece of cake! I've totally got this one!

Not One Of "Brew's Crew".

It looks like T-Brew is going to get the Christmas miracle that he needed to save his fanny (and his job)... a contract extension. To say that I am dismayed is putting it mildly. Coach Brew has a big mouth, no results, and all together blows at coaching division 1 football.

I could do a better job recruiting, putting together an effective offensive line, and peaking local interest in the measly Gophs. Perhaps they missed my resume... perhaps I should have submitted one. After all, that would be my ultimate dream job. Head coach for my adorable Gophers. Lets just say I couldn't do much worse... 6-18 record in the big 10 since he started leading the little rodents. Lets just say that beating Indiana doesn't exactly cut the butter at this house... we need to annihalate Wisconsin, Iowa, Michigan, and The Ohio State.

I wont hold my breath. Seems to be up there with winning the powerball in my life's pipe dreams.

Back to manning my very important bowl game schedule. Gophs vs. Iowa State... not exactly on my excitement radar this year... Insight bowl... been there lost that.