Some people blog to record family memories.
Some people blog to share devotions or other inspirational writings or thoughts.
Some people blog just to be funny.
Some people blog to be thinky.
Some people blog for therapy.
And other people blog for whatever other reason there is to blog.
I happen to blog for therapy. Some people call it journaling. But I like the word "therapy." Because only people who have it altogether have time to "journal." People like me need therapy. And lots of it.
But every once in awhile when I'm not trudging through the trenches bemoaning my lot in life as the only estrogen bearing member of my family, I do see the need to plaster a few good pictures of what our family has been up to, just for the sake of
all you people seeing why it is I have gray hair my children having a precious record of their little lives.
So here we go.....
For starters, we endured the underworld that is the spring soccer season. I will tell you that I'm not a huge fan of soccer anyway, but I tend to err on the side of tolerant when it's in the fall. But stick me on the sidelines of a soccer game in the spring and you might as well rip my fingernails out with rusty pliers. It is all I can do to not say ugly words. You think I'm kidding.
We headed north to hang with Jim-Dad and Grammy for a couple of days. Jim-Dad's church was putting on a production of The Living Lord's Supper (the story of the Last Supper with the spin of da Vinci's painting). We wanted to be there to support Jim-Dad, and I'm so glad that we went! They really did an amazing job.