~ Happy Thanksgiving! ~

May your stuffing be tasty,

May your turkey plump;

May your potatoes and gravy

Have nary a lump.

May your yams be delicious,

And your pies take the prize,

And may your Thanksgiving dinner

Stay off your thighs!

Victory in Jesus!

January 13, 2011, Sweetums accepted Christ as her Savior.

Water baptism became a recurring topic of conversation.

Especially about how long pastor would "hold her under".

Sweetums does not enjoy being wet. Never has.

The idea of pastor trying to drown her was not particularly appealing.

Papa and I told her that, when the time was right, she would know.

The time came last Friday.

Sweetums awakened at 2 a.m. in the morning and knew.

On Sunday morning, Sweetums was baptized.

She came out of the water rejoicing...

And a little concerned...

Apparently, she had gum in her mouth, and, when she came up out of the water, it flew out somewhere into the baptistery. Only my kid.

Chuckle.

As we all remember...

It's a Soldier, not just a reporter

Who has given us the freedom of the press.

It's a Soldier, not just a poet,

Who has given us the freedom of speech.

It's a Soldier, not just a politician

That ensures our right to Life, Liberty and the Pursuit of Happiness.

It's a Soldier who salutes the flag,

Who serves beneath the flag,

And whose coffin is far too often draped by the flag.

~Author Unknown~

A little hung up...

Sweetums has taken to calling me Mommie Dearest.

A term of endearment, I know.

I try my best not to shudder.

Fighting the impulse to over-tweeze might become an issue.

I admit having one thing in common with Ms. Crawford...

I abhor wire hangers.

It doesn't have a thing to do with what they may do to your clothes...

It's more the sound they make scraping along the hanging rod.

Screeech.

Barf.