My break has been so amazing. I am very blessed to have such a great amount of time off, and have definitely welcomed the much-needed vacation from school, work, and stress. I know that this won't happen in the "real world" once I escape this world of college, so I am soaking up every minute of this fabulous time.

Here are the highlights of my luxurious break in chronological order...

1. Cookie Making





Every year, a bunch of us girls get together and make frosted cookies, almond bark pretzels, and caramels and then go around and deliver plates of these goodies to the elderly. It is SO fun! We have done it since we were in Jr. High, and the tradition has never died. We joke that we will still be doing it when we are all married with kids and living in different states; this will be our one re-uniting event.

2. 2 Peas in a Palette



This is Kristi and I trying not to get stressed over everything we had to do. Actually, this picture was taken at the end of mot of our Christmas cards, but this is us spending a couple of hours getting details straightened out in a very "organized" (Kristi: *wink wink, I'm sure your mom would beg to differ) manner. Hats off to Kristi and I for completing at least 30 cards total! We had fun with it all.

3. Ski Trip



Here is Tracy, Heather, and Polly posing in front of a beautiful sunset at a gas station on the way up to Michigan.



Tracy, Tammy and I on the ski lift.



Packing it up after a long, good day of skiing/boarding/blading!

What a fun trip! It was a great group with a lot of good memories.... buying "lunch" at Meijer's at 4:30 in the morning, traveling for 4-5 hours in a car before even seeing traces of sunlight, tearing up the hills with my snow blades (everyone knows that snow blades rise above the coolness of snowboarding... they are in a class all their own... I mean, don't get me wrong, I still think snowboarding is way cool, but snow blades, having originated from the skiing family, make skiing look classy, and anything that can do that is cool), getting lost many times on many different occassions resulting in many detours, getting beat by an 11-year-old in ping pong (that really was a crush to my ego, thanks to Holly's little brother.... kidding! But he was pretty good), riding the ski lift with my two favorite T's, playing Rook most of the afternoon, seeing Tracy among other girls jump really high in the food court at the mall, watching some Xtreme Japanese show that I thought was absolutely hilarious, and, of course, the 7-8 hour car ride home! Ok that's enough memories.

4. Christmas



First, I have to brag about my nieces and nephews. :) From left to right: Sophia, Noah holding Lola, Oliver holding Naomi, and Domniq. Aren't they cute? I love them. I remain the famous "Aunt T" or "T" or sometimes, even "Taryn." It always catches me off guard when one of them calls me "Taryn," because I'm like "What? You actually know my real name?" All those kids hold a special place in my heart. My heart is going to just have to keep getting bigger as more babies are born, because those kids take up so much of it!



My mom is one of the most creative people I know. For years, she worked as a seamstress who did sewing alterations as a business at home. She gave that up about 5 years ago when our family did foster care for awhile, because that consumed a lot of time. However, she has taken advantage of her extreme talent ever since... a couple of years back, she made purses for us girls for Christmas that were completely unique. We've always got a lot of compliments on them. She also made "memory quilts" for her two sisters and herself when both of their parents died by taking material from my Grandma's dresses and hankies and material from my Grandpa as well as some of his ties, and made a quilt out of it with chanile (sp.?) on the back! She recently began her own personal business called "Sutsie Pie," (that is what her and my dad used to call us when we were babies), and so now everything she makes us has clothing tags on it! It's really professional-looking. Each family got a REALLY soft blanket (I'm addicted to mine, I sleep with it every night) and she also made us girls purses again this year out of real vintage material that she found and some old jeans. You will see us displaying out choices in this picture, and my mom is holding the 2 that weren't chosen. She will hopefully continue to make them and sell them, as well as mostly baby blankets/silkies/clothes for the brunt of her business.

I love Christmas time. I love being with family, and I love the theme of Christmas. I love the special bonds we all share. I love the carefree spirits and the fun times. We celebrated Christmas Eve day with my family, and then on Christmas, my parents and I went over to my Aunt Rhonda and Uncle Jeff's house and spent it with them, and my two cousins, Trevor and Trent. We played games most of the evening, and I had fun competing against my Uncle Jeff during the games (not that I'm competitive or anything). I was fresh in Rook when we played, so that was an easy win. Dutch Blitz and Rummikub were also fun to challenge them in. I love games!

5. Sleepovers (I can no longer refer to them as "Slumber" Parties, because we don't ever sleep)

Just kidding, we do. But usually not until after 2 or 3 a.m.









H, Kristi, and I had fun that night. Pictures are proof. Needless to say, it was an early morning. Poor H had to get up for work, but Kristi and I didn't begin our day until around 11.

6. My BIRTHDAY

We celebrated my birthday tonight early because I'm going to be gone over my birthday. Here is a good sibling shot. It took us about 4 tries because my brother has issues keeping his eyes open. After every picture, my mom would say, "Tate, your eyes were closed, "and Tate would shout with all seriousness, "No they weren't!" but he was in denial, because they were.



Here is a picture of my cake. It was luxurious (that is my new word, can you tell). It is buckeye cake... chocolate peanutbutter cup fantasyland, basically. It was AMAZING.



So, that about wraps it up. This is a really long post. Of coursre, you know that if you are still reading. Anyway, don't worry, because I'm leaving this Saturday and am going to be GONE a whole week in Florida! Expect a sunny update when I get back.

I love you all!

T

This is Tracy Part III.



For those of you who are faithful, tuned-in readers of my blog, you may recall that I said Part III would be coming sometime in December. Since I did not want to let you down, nor become a blogger who is careless enough to just promise words like that and then not fulfill them, here is "Tracy, Part III."

Tracy is cool because:

1. She snowboards. That right there says "cool," in my opinion. Not only does she snowboard, but she is fantastic at it.

2. She has a green ipod mini AND an ibook. She does technology in style.

3. She likes to run. And sometimes, she even runs with me.

4. She drives a ruby red Honda... some trusty wheels.

5. She is one of my only other friends who will rap-dance w/me with NO SHAME. That's the only way to do it.

6. Her middle name is Jo. Just kidding, it's Janiqua. Just kidding...

It's Jean.

Well, it's kind of awkward to end on # 6, but this whole write-up is awkward because there is an element missing. I know what it is- it's Tracy in her physical form. Every other time I've written a Tracy tribute, she has been here aiding me. I gander the reason she isn't here this time is because I feel confident after the first 2 Tracy posts' successes, so I'm just going for it.

Tracy, this is to you...

my crazy, humorous, laughable, smiling, bright, spiritually minded and brilliant room mate.

I will be starting a new series this Spring which covers both of my other room mates. The next series will feature Tammy, Part I. Try to contain your excitement.

I love you all.

T

First, let's get you laughing.

















Now that I have you in the mood for snow, I'll talk about that. I just returned from the (annual?) Alto ski trip. It was really fun. It was one of those trips where I knew I would have fun, but when I got home, I was even more thankful that I went. So, good report on that! We skiied or snowboarded (or in my case, NEITHER, I snow BLADED) at Nub's Nob all day Thursday. The weather was perfect and fun times were had by all.

I hope you are all in the Christmas spirit, because Christmas Eve is TOMORROW! I am starting to get really excited. This year, my brother and sisters will be with us on Christmas Eve, so it will be fun having them here all day. We always read the Christmas story out of the Bible before we open gifts, and this year I already mapped out what I want to read. I am very excited to be the narrator.

I trust that you enjoyed the Calvin and Hobbes... the other morning, I came downstairs and my mom was checking her e-mail and ROARING at these comics. I don't think I have heard her laugh so hard in a very long time. I don't necessarily expect the same reaction from you, but if you enjoyed them at all, let me know your favorite. I know which mine is. :) Have a Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night.

I love you all.

T

I got a perm two days ago, and I can only think of 2 good descriptions as to how I appear at the moment. Pick your favorite one and try to visualize. Sorry, I'm not posting a picture.

I look like...

1.) I stuck my finger into an electrical socket and all of the charge volted through my body and out of my hair,

OR

2.) I am bi-ratial.

(Those of you who have seen me, pick the most accurate choice and let me know.)

Moving on.

An exciting tidbit is that I am officially done with school for this semester. I know that as you read that, the same excitement and peace of mind and joy of heart and outpouring of relief is not occurring inside of you like it is in me, but I just thought I'd share. I am done with my first semester at ISU as a junior. Only 3 more to go.

Then what?

The joys of the future. You know, some days I wish this is how it was: I would go retrieve the mail from our front entryway (we have this mail slot, and the mailman always puts the mail through it and it falls all over our back steps for us to pick up) and I would find a big, square, white envelope addressed to me. The return address would be Heaven. In it would be a memo of the outlook of my next week. You know, just a slight forewarning from the Father in control. Wouldn't that be nice?

Well, it would, but then why would we really need faith? Why would we need to trust in anything other than the letter we got every week? Why would we need to pray? While knowing my life's story would be handy, I love the feeling of being free in Christ and all He has in store for me, with completely open palms and an open heart. There is nothing better than sweet surrender to One in whom you know has your life in His hands. Not for our glory, but for His own!

So what am I going to do when I graduate from ISU? Your guess is as good as mine. We'll just wait and see what God has written in my many memos.

Kristi and I are ending the chapter of "Christmas Cards 2005" in our book of business. We have learned a lot through our first-time experience designing cards for customers, but I would say overall, it was a very positive experience. I believe we both designed 15-20 cards each, so it was a good start! We hope to have some returning regulars next year and some newbies, as well. Until then, we will be behind the scenes, perfecting our system and continuing our design in other areas of expertise. I will let you all know when we get a website up. It will hopefully be within the next few months.

It is one one one a.m., so before I encourage my early-morning spell, I am going to wrap it up and hit the sack. I love you all, and travel safely as you man the icy roads, enjoy your family Christmas get-togethers, and don't miss me too much before I return again.

T

Heather, I am not going to let a comment like that go unnoticed. I did some research. After about 3 Google image searches, I was shocked to find the below image sporting Richard and I together appear on my screen. It looks as though someone else has already had the same thoughts as you, Heather, and was nice enough to put together a visual comparison. It's official. "3.) Richard Simmons" is now a legitimate choice.

I have a lot of things to say tonight. It is rare when I come to my blog posting box with a lot of ideas.

This morning, my sister, Tonya, came to work out on our treadmill like she does most mornings. She exercises in the basement with the TV blaring SO loud. Which reminds me- last week, she was over exercising, and Tasha, my other sister, was upstairs in the kitchen with me because I was helping her with her Christmas card. (As you can see, my sisters just unexpectedly drop in some mornings, and this was one of those rare occassions when we were ALL there because then Melissa showed up 5 minutes later and questioned what was going on.) Anyway, Tasha commented, "It sounds like the Pumpkin Festival down there," which made me laugh, because it totally did. Those of you who are Mortonites and live w/i 2 blocks of the P Fest like me- you know what it sounds like. Loud, distorted, blaring music and screaming. Well, that's what it sounded like from our place in the kitchen.

Anyway, I'm escaping the point I really want to make. So today, while Tonya was over, I went to the playroom because I knew her kids would be there. Wrong- kid. I sat down on the chair next to Sophia where she was watching a movie.
"Sophia, where is Domy?"
"Domy at Skooool," she reported.
"Oh yeah," I remembered. "What is this movie? The Grinch?" I ask.
"Nooooo," she answered. She was right. I don't know what movie it was, but after close inspection, it wasn't the Grinch. Anyway, I started to stare at Sophie, because I LOVE staring at little kids. Why? Because they don't care. You could stare at them all day and they wouldn't think twice. Don't get me wrong- I'm not some sick, twisted pedafile who stalks kids, I just like to observe. I find it enthralling. I was watching her, thinking about how EASY she had it. It was 9 in the morning and she was sititng there watching a movie already. Then, she'd get to go home and play until lunch, take a little nap, play some more, get fed supper, play some more, get bathed, and tucked in.


(a picture I took of Sophia this June, my favorite one of her)

I thought back to when I as a kid: I used to fill my days with nintendo, dolls, and running around outside making imaginary friends and "clubs" with my best friend, Sonja. When I got older and went to school, my brother and I would walk home together when I was in kindergarten and 1st grade, and I'd get a chocolate pudding cup out and eat it while watching "Where in the World is Carmen San Diego." Every Saturday morning, my dad and brother would return from the paper-route with donuts from Kroger, and I'd bring my cat, Whiskers in, and we'd watch cartoons while eating donuts. Every night after supper, all of us kids would either have to do dishes or sweep.

The memories of childhood swirled around me in nostalgiac wisps, and I became "homesick" for my youth. Sometimes, I wish I could go back to the sweet innocene of childhood and relive every carefree moment.

My favorite memories of childhood:

1. My mom used to make me PB&J but with actual butter on it, too, or a balogna and cheese face for lunch

2. I would play in the sewing room where my mom sewed (she was a seamstress for her job) and one day, before pre-school, she told me I had to go on the time out chair because I didn't pick up my blocks fast enough (I was probably being onery)

3. My best friend throughout life, Whiskers, our gray cat who lived 16 long years and had to be "put to sleep" on March 14, 1998 because he had cancer in his eye. It was one of the saddest days of my life.

4. My actual human best friend, Sonja, who lived 2 doors down. We spent every second of every day together, and have many great memories. I was the leader in that friendship most of the time, and we actually shared a paper-route for 3 years or so.

5. Oh, the paper-route. It got handed down to me from my brother, and I had it for about 6-7 years. I don't miss getting up at 5 a.m. every morning. My dad faithfully helped me EVERY time.

6. When I was real little, my dad always had to tuck me in. I insisted upon it. I couldn't sleep without it.

7. Getting beat on by my brother. As much as I hated it, I deserved it. I was a classic "little sister," and he loved to use me as a punching bag to get a rise out of me.

8. Walking to school from kindergarten until my senior year in High School. All 3 of the schools I went to throughout my school career were w/i a 10 minute walk.

9. Our family trips to Arizona. All of us would pile into the station wagon, then the van, for a 2-day drive to AZ. THOSE were the days... oh, the memories. My dad wouuld always get so mad at us when we'd misbehave.

10. Going to get ice cream with my dad at the yogurt place at the 4-way stop where Domino's now is.

Ok, that's enough memories. Onto my next topic.

So, this is the spiritual part of my post. I'm going to write a little bit on temptation.

Here is what I was thinking. I am going to use an analogy. I am very blessed, because I love food, and most of my good friends know that I can sit some nights and eat A LOT, but I don't weigh 500 lbs. to show for it. I have a fast metabolism at this point in my life, so I usually don't think about the consequences of eating a lot of junk food late at night in a few hours' time, which is the worst thing to do if you are watching your figure. :) Anyway, my point is, because I don't have immediate or even really long-term consequences of that action, I am kind of careless about what I allow myself to eat. I don't feel guilty about it. Is this a good thing? Probably not- I mean, sure, I can get away with it, but that doesn't mean I should do it.

BINGO!

There's my lead-in to temptation and sin.

A lot of times in life, we are TEMPED. Tempted to do things that we know are sin, yet somehow it is easy to justify when we don't have immediate consequences. However, just because we may be deceived into thinking we can "get away" with this sin, that is completely wrong. It may be a temporary good solution in our minds when Satan has us at the brink of sin, but it is not true. There ARE consequences. We can be thankful that Jesus Christ died on the cross for those consequences. However, that doesn't give us the go to take advantage of that act and continue in our life sinning. We need to make a conscious effort to avoid sin as much as possible, and when we DO slip up, ask for forgiveness. One way to know that we are where we should be spiritually is if we geel guilty after we sin. A lot of times, we may stumble and sin consciously because we are human. However, if we do that and don't feel bad about it, sometime is really wrong. We need to be having those little guilt pricks, and we need to be feeling the stab of conviction. That is a sign that the Holy Spirit is alive and working in OUR life because we are in tuned to Christ and what we know He wants... so even when we do slip up, we are prompted to ask for forgiveness.

How does this relate to my food analogy? Just as I am careless about my eating habits because I don't see immediate consequences now, sometimes we can be careless about sin because we are able to subconsciously justify it.

Be careful. If you are starting to get careless with sin and you are letting Satan manipulate you into slipping up more often than usual, he will soon have you in the palm of his hand. He seeks who he can devour. He is evil.

James 1:2-4

"My dear brethren, count it all joy when ye fall into divers temptations; knowing this, that the trying of your faith worketh patience. But let patience have her perfect work, that ye may be perfect and entire, wanting nothing."

It gives a whole new meaning to patience!

1 Cor. 10:13

"There hath no temptation taken you but such as is common to man: but God is faithful, who will not suffer you to be tempted above that ye are able; but will with the temptation also make a way to escape, that ye may be able to bear it."

James 1:12

"Blessed is the man that endureth temptation. For when he is tried, he shall receive the crown of life, which the Lord hath promised to them that love him."

How to fight temptation?
1. The minute it invites you, even if it is as simple as a thought, dismiss it. There is nothing more powerful than averting a thought process from even occurring if it doesn't have to. Don't even tell yourself not to think about it. That will only reinforce what you don't want to be thinking about/doing.
2. Recite Bible verses. That's what Jesus did. Use the Bible as a tool against him.
3. Pray for someone.

Ok. Enough for tonight. I love you all!

T

Count the number of F's in the following text:


FINISHED FILES ARE THE
RESULT OF YEARS OF SCIENTIFIC
STUDY COMBINED WITH THE
EXPERIENCE OF YEARS













How many?











Three?





Wrong, there are six - no joke!



Read again!




FINISHED FILES ARE THE
RESULT OF YEARS OF SCIENTIFIC
STUDY COMBINED WITH THE
EXPERIENCE OF YEARS



The brain most likely wasn't able to process the "F" in "OF".



Incredible or what?



Anyone who counts all six F's on the first go is a genius; three is normal.

So... in an attempt to avoid studying for a final I have tomorrow, I am surfing around the internet and trying to find cool stuff to occupy my time. Look what I found for you guys! I've actually done that test numerous times and counted all 6 F's this time, but I guess you can say I had a slight advantage since it's probably my 8th time ever doing it.

Well, I'm going to go eat a brownie and try to study. Love you all. And let me how you did on that counting test... no lying!

T

From where I sit on the couch, I can hear the snow plow outside.

Taking a walk in the falling snow is a favorite of mine this time of year. It is so peaceful and serene, and almost dreamlike... your feet pushing against a fluffy earth, the whole world around you frosted with white, puffs of breath coming out in warm bursts, and the pretty snow falling softly all around you. Picturesque...

I wonder why God created snow. Why did he create the burning desert? Two polar opposites, yet both beautiful in their own way. Kind of like personality. Kind of like no two snow flakes are the same.

Wow, nothing like writing a stream of consciousness... ever done that? Just write out every thought that pops into your head? It serves for a crazy chain reaction of thoughts that connect, but not really.

Let me disconnect from that activity long enough to give a brief update and include some spirituality.

First order of business:
1. Our Christmas tree has been up since the day after Thanksgiving. Going out to a tree farm and finding the perfect tree, and then cutting it down and decorating it has always been the tradition in our family... but a couple of years ago, we bought a fake one. For shame. My mom could hardly believe she was doing it at the time, because getting a REAL one was such a tradition. However, our hotel-sized tree has really made me happy with its tall, sparkling beauty and my Mom's Martha Stewartish decorating.

2. 2 Peas in a Palette has been swamped with Christmas cards. Every spare moment of my time- even 'hanging with the T's"- is filled with me designing. Good thing I love to design or else my life would be a drag right now. Anyway, although Kristi and I would love to go jump off a bridge right now, we will look back and appreciate all of the business that has been showered upon us during this season, and the opportunity to utilize this God-given talent to help others enjoy a break from worrying about their Christmas card! Look for a "2p" on the bottom right-hand corner of your Christmas cards to see if we designed it.

3. Finals are next week. Fortunately, I only have one kind-of test to study for. Otherwise, I just have projects due. I have a huge Flash Tutorial I have to have completed by Wednesday which includes video, audio, screenshots, 2 lessons, and a quiz, which requires some intense action scripting. Sound like jibberish to you? Try doing it! Nah, it's fun stuff, just very time-consuming. I also have "jury," which means for my private piano class, I have to go play one memorized piece and one sight-read piece in front of a jury who will examine my every move and write comments about how I play. Scary. I'll be glad when that's over.

4. I'm going to Florida over Christmas break. It's official, because I got tickets. I'm staying at TP's grandparents' place and Tracy, Tammy, and possibly Loona are all coming! You could not even fathom my excitement. I LOVE the beach. I LOVE the sun. I LOVE the ocean. I love it all. Besides, we are going to have a lot of fun.

5. Our House Plant, "Dad," is dying. His name is Dad because we had a Mum named "Mom," that pretty much died over Thanksgiving break since no one was home to water it, plus it froze. Dad has a few burnt looking leaves. Perhaps I can nurse him back to health after this post.

The T House has a Christmas Card:


So last week I read Psalm 139 and determined that it is probably my favorite Psalm, if not quite possibly one of my favorite chapters in the Bible. It is worthy of being included in its entirety:

Psalm 139- KJV

1 O lord, thou hast searched me, and known me.

2 Thou knowest my downsitting and mine uprising, thou understandest my thought afar off.

3 Thou compassest my path and my lying down, and art acquainted with all my ways.

4 For there is not a word in my tongue, but, lo, O LORD, thou knowest it altogether.

5 Thou hast beset me behind and before, and laid thine hand upon me.

6 Such knowledge is too wonderful for me; it is high, I cannot attain unto it.

7 Whither shall I go from thy spirit? or whither shall I flee from thy presence?

8 If I ascend up into heaven, thou art there: if I make my bed in hell, behold, thou art there.

9 If I take the wings of the morning, and dwell in the uttermost parts of the sea;

10 Even there shall thy hand lead me, and thy right hand shall hold me.

11 If I say, Surely the darkness shall cover me; even the night shall be light about me.

12 Yea, the darkness hideth not from thee; but the night shineth as the day: the darkness and the light are both alike to thee.

13 For thou hast possessed my reins: thou hast covered me in my mother's womb.

14 I will praise thee; for I am fearfully and wonderfully made: marvellous are thy works; and that my soul knoweth right well.

15 My substance was not hid from thee, when I was made in secret, and curiously wrought in the lowest parts of the earth.

16 Thine eyes did see my substance, yet being unperfect; and in thy book all my members were written, which in continuance were fashioned, when as yet there was none of them.

17 How precious also are thy thoughts unto me, O God! how great is the sum of them!

18 If I should count them, they are more in number than the sand: when I awake, I am still with thee.

19 Surely thou wilt slay the wicked, O God: depart from me therefore, ye bloody men.

20 For they speak against thee wickedly, and thine enemies take thy name in vain.

21 Do not I hate them, O LORD, that hate thee? and am not I grieved with those that rise up against thee?

22 I hate them with perfect hatred: I count them mine enemies.

23 Search me, O God, and know my heart: try me, and know my thoughts:

24 And see if there be any wicked way in me, and lead me in the way everlasting.

This Scripture both comforts me and convicts me. The Lord is so involved in my life in every possible way... these words explain that it is impossible to escape the Lord. He knows our every thought, and He is with us wherever we go. A comfort-- but also a true realization that He is there, even when we sin. When we do things that we think are behind closed doors or that only we know about-- He is there. To have that perspective all of the time is a challenge.

Also- to know that God wove us together and created us all... that we are "fearfully and wonderrfully made," makes the relationship we have with Christ so intimate. Doesn't it? "Search me, O God, and know my heart: try me, and know my thoughts: And see if there be any wicked way in me, and lead me in the way everlasting."

What a beautiful prayer!

TP and TZ just wandered in... it's 1:36 A.M. and none of us can sleep. I best be off...

I love you all, and may you all be safe and warm and fuzzy during this winter weather, holiday season, and joyous time!

T

Thursday night, Heather and Katelyn spent the night at the T House. We hung out in my room for awhile... and this is what happened.



Tracy attached a liking to my stuffed person labeled "Mom" on one side and "Dad" on the other. Tammy is pictured with her for moral support.



Heather decided to brush her teeth in my room.

This weekend, we took our annual girl's shopping trip to Chicago.





Kristi and I rode with Heather, and diligently "worked" the whole way up to Chicago... while managing to keep Heather company during a few scares... one being when Heather screamed REALLY LOUD which made me scream REALLY LOUD while she suddenly braked her car in front of a semi on the highway because a deer ran across. Sheesh. Kristi got so scared her face turned white and her lips turned blue. Seriously.



Random picture... we were trying to symbolize how we almost died 3 times on the way up to Chicago. Do I look dead?



Laura and Gab at Chipotle.



Tracy and I got a lemon and lime stuck in our mouths and had to walk around the rest of the weekend with them like that. People usually didn't noticed until we had to start talking.



All of the girls who went on the trip... in the snow!



Kristi and I "being" the structure.



Walking to our cars after a long day of shopping.



Laura and Tracy, looking hip.



A lost shot in Chicago. Note the nicely placed stores in the background for full effect.

Well, needless to say, it was a fun trip with great times had by all. We even got to see bird bounce off of a car, hit a semi, and drop dead right in front of us on the highway (on the way home). We also got to go to Harvest Bible Chapel and hear Rick Donald speak, as well as attend a Fernando Ortega concert afterwards. He is amazing, with a definite God-given talent! He sang and played the piano beautifully.

I hope you enjoyed this photo-story. Have a great week! I love you all!

T