Mommies, Musings and Marigolds

I love my Mommy. I joke about my mother quite a bit (she is rather kooky), but the truth is I worry about her more often than I should. She's precious and fragile and wonderful and so dang cute. I really love her...it's true. And she knows it.

I went to two church services and saw a total of ten families (including my surrogate children) dedicating their kids to Christ. That was a giant warm and fuzzy.

On a completely different note, I love when youth events go from piles of "junk" (PVC pipe, cardboard, tubes) to crazy indoor mini putt holes and an outdoor one. And people walking around on the roof. I love how creative everyone gets with stuff like that. And I also love when creativity takes a wrong turn and what began as a completely innocent endeavour, ends up being completely ridiculous. Like that one time the guys at youth baked and decorated a cake. Well, it WAS the boy's team cake. I guess it was only natural. Ask Goo to see a picture of the..."camel".