So far, so good.

I added a few things to the left of this screen. I had to include things I'm passionate about: my fam, food and movies. Maybe I'll think of something else interesting to add later. I still have to figure out how to add pictures. I'm so computer-illiterate! These young kids and their new-fangled contraptions sure make me feel old. As long as I keep trying to learn, I guess (as I rub ben-gay on my arthritic joints).
So, the other day Grace came home sick from school. It was Friday and she was really bummed out because she had a birthday party to go to Saturday at Peter Piper Pizza and she knew she would miss it. Well, by Sunday morning she was acting totally normal, ie: singing, dancing, playing Littlest Pet Shop, etc. When it came time to get ready for church she mysteriously found herself ill (if I may quote Gomer Pyle the Wise-- "Surprise! Surprise! Surprise!"). I explained to her that if I had to stay home from church with her I wouldn't be able to do my calling and that meant someone else would have to miss their class to do it for me(primary pianist). I also told her that if she was REALLY sick I would call someone though. So we said a prayer and I told her to think about it for a little while before she decided. Well, 2 1/2 minutes later she said she had thought about and that she was REALLY sick. After the rest of the crew left for church I put on a Veggie Tales movie "The Fib from Outer space". In it Junior ends up telling a little lie and a little alien appears. As things progress Junior has to keep telling lies to cover up the first lie, so the lie grows bigger and so does the alien and it starts to terrorize the town. As I explained to Grace about how Junior should have just told the truth from the beginning and all the trouble could have been avoided. She looked straight at me and said as if she were talking to a very dense person:

"Mom--they are just tomatoes. They don't have a Jesus".

My mom said I should have told that her Jesus created the tomatoes, too. But I just said that the moral of the story is just as true for tomatoes as it is for people. It probably went right over her beautiful, brown head. I'll have to save the "Jesus created those tomatoes, too" line for another time. I'm sure I'll need it. Thanks, mom!