Supporting a Missionary. My husband’s cousin Kelsey is going to be living in Lithuania for a year as the Resident Director at LCC International University. She needs to raise the $14000 for her living expenses, travel to Lithuania, etc. If you’d like to help, click here.
Adoption fundraiser. My friends Jake and Dalas and their two biological kids are in Eastern Europe adopting a little boy and a little girl. They have only a small amount (under $500) to go until their adoption is fully funded. Given that things could start getting more expensive if their daughter Janna doesn’t get a court date on Tuesday, they are seriously going to need the money. The plan was to be home by July 19th when their bio son turns 2 (and stops flying free) but things are getting fouled up. If you can kick a few bucks their way to get them fully funded, click here. In any case, keep them in prayer.
Speaking of orphans… Do you see this precious sweetling on my sidebar? Brett (the little boy on my sidebar) needs a mama. If you think you might be his mama, click on his picture with all possible speed. Currently, I’m crocheting a baby blanket to raffle off to raise money for his grant.
Timmy’s No-No. Giants pitcher Tim Lincecum pitched a no-hitter against the Padres last night. (Yes, I’m aware the Padres beat them the previous two nights. Hush!) I’m not surprised given that these are the Padres and he pitched one almost a year ago against them just before the All-Star Break. I’m conveniently ignoring the fact that the Giants fell to the Reds tonight and that they’re only 2.5 games ahead of the Dodgers. (Please, O Lord, let them not fall behind the Dodgers. Jon would not let me live it down! #mixedmarriage)
A funny. Someone posted the story of Shane, the Walmart deli guy on my wall and I just about died laughing this morning. Strangely, I could see my evil twin doing all these things.
Bedtime routine for Daniel. We’re trying to get a bedroom routine down for Daniel who is adjusting to life now that we’re living with our in-laws temporarily. Jon has been out of town all week so this is falling to me. I instituted the “at-8:00-we-start-winding-down” rule… which almost never works and we’ll lie on one of the beds in his room and go through flashcards as a way to (theoretically) calm down and then look at books. This almost worked tonight until he heard the front door open. At that point, he snapped awake and I had to restrain him and get him resettled while reciting hymn lyrics in a soothing voice. (It’s also at these times that I can’t *remember* large amounts of hymn lyrics when they take over my head at other times.) Repeating the Jesus Prayer ended up working. Currently, the little monster is asleep on the end of my bed with his feet hanging down. I will have to move him, lest he wake up in the middle of the night from all the blood pooling in his feet.
Cat wars. Up until now, I was under the impression that my black cat Edda was the mellowest little girl in the world. Not so much. She has been hissing and growling at my in-laws’ cats. Freya (my corpulent tabby patch cat) has also been attempting to supplant my father-in-law’s corpulent tabby patch as the queen of the master bedroom. Let’s just say the fur has been flying here.
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