Joanna

asleep on my chest

Joanna

at last!

dumbest train ever

<5mph.

tenders or nuggets?

these are "chicken tenders" from BK in the Atl airport.

my town

Let's go Braves!

it feels so good...

...to be done with this semester. it was quite the doozie.

i have finally found time to clean my apartment, and i am so happy.

can't wait to go see that baby in Ft. Worth. (Joanna Elisabeth Aldridge, born April 24)

We did it!

my thigm!

i think my thigm needs a spark! must get protein!

buddies

they sat outside together almost all day today enjoying spring.

getting there!

if you're wondering why I haven't updated in awhile, it's because I've been working on all the stuff i crossed off today.

Chip IS the old block now.

From my fantasy baseball email update:

"Prado will likely occasionally spell the currently disabled Chipper Jones (knee, old age) at third here and there as the year goes on."

I love that Chipper's disabilities are listed as knee and old age.
lol.

In related good news, Chipper continues to amaze, despite his knee and old age. He returned from DL last night to a great job at third base and a stellar job at the plate, including a hit, a home run, and two RBIs in 4 at bats. And, Atlanta finally raked in our first win of the season. As usual, all Braves do better when Chief Chipper is in the game.

Yay, Baseball!
-mo

Molly takes over

where am I gonna sleep?

for Mary so loved

I've been thinking a lot in the last couple of days about the sacrifice Mary made at Easter. We talk often of the miracle of God's giving His son for us. We usually fail to mention, though, that Mary also gave her son. He was not her only begotten, but He was her begotten.

She was with him from his earthly beginning in Bethlehem. She worried and ran back for him when he was left in the temple. She believed in his ability to fix things and prodded him to perform his first public miracle at that wedding in Cana. She was one of his closest followers, all the way to the cross.

Throughout his life, Mary must have encountered so much she didn't understand, but her attitude seemed always the same as it had been at the beginning of their journey together: "Let it be."

On that first Good Friday, Mary watched from the front of the crowd as her son was mocked, beaten, spat upon, and led to his death. In that darkest of moments, when even his Father forsook him, Jesus' mother stood near. She looked on with grief of motherly proportion.

I wonder if his life replayed in her mind. I wonder if she remembered the manger, the shepherds, the kings. As she looked up at the nails in his hands and feet, I wonder if she remembered when Joseph taught their son just the right stroke to drive the nails that would hold together his first hand-crafted table or chair. When he cried out in lonely anguish, did she remember the crowds who were there for his baptism, his miracles, his hillside teachings?

Whatever her thoughts at the foot of the cross that day, Mary must have known there was something special about the man dying before her. Though in her grief he was just her son, in her heart she knew he was the Savior. And Mary gave her son.
-mo

keeping an eye out

stapled to a post in the neighborhood in which I'm house sitting.

is this for real?

for JETA. your two favorite things in one. not photoshopped.

maundy communion

my first plate of unleavened bread to be used in church.

toilet seat cleanser

am I supposed to feel comfortable rubbing this around on the toilet seat with my hand?

my life

all this has to be completed before I can relax and enjoy being an aunt again.