Thanks Linda for your passionate and honest message. I will pick a winner for the Frank Schaeffer book tonite. Tweet
I was introduced to the writing of Frank Schaeffer via his book Crazy For God several years ago. I loved the book and wrote about it here. On that post, a reader left a comment asking me if I had read any of Schaeffer’s fiction books. I had not and I tucked that comment away in my brain in hopes that someday it would resurface at just the exactly right moment when I was in need of a new book [...]
We hosted Thanksgiving this year. Twenty-seven of my husband’s closest relatives stayed at our house for four days. We went hiking and played board games and watched ballgames and went to the movies and The Oracle Known as Steve staged a coup and tried to take over my kitchen, but I bravely fended him off with a carving knife, a rusty old egg beater and a very pokey meat thermometer. And yet, even as he bled out from oozing puncture [...]
Because the Christmas tree photo was getting a wee bit tiresome.
With mincing alacrity, Dear Charles takes on Lee Strobel’s “The Case for Christ” and startling questions arise!!!
First there is the thinking part.
Followed rapidly by the doing part.
And then back to thinking…
As if the subject were in physical agony…
Even serenity…
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Corn on the cob is one of my favorite things–with plenty of salt and lots of buttah. Half my family doesn’t like it though. It’s too much work and the corn gets in your teeth. Whiners. You can cut your own corn off the cob. And why is it that cut corn just isn’t as good as corn on the cob? Unless it’s creamed corn (not from a can), which my family also does not like. Whiners. At least they like sweet potatoes.
OH, this brings back memories…why do I remember rubbing corn on the cob on my lap…to get the little tassley’s off…right? And I love RAW corn on the cob…nothing sweeter…really…these photos are precious.
SO cute! Great pictures!!
Cute post!
So cute. I want to eat the juicy corn and the sweet face that goes with it. Time to grill some corn!
Lovin’ those freckles. Corn is yummy.
Corn is not for your lap, it was for your backside. Thank god for Toilet Paper. There just has to be something about the taste that the cob adds when you eat it You know that smell adds a lot to the taste of food. I love it but it is like grease through a goose unless I stop and chew each mouthful 35 or 40 times. I know, TMI. MUD
Grease through a goose???
I think I have found my new quote for the header Mud!
Aren’t those freckles precious? What darling boys!
Hey, you still have time to be part of my contest… iffen’ ya want… It is for a good cause and something that is important to me.
I love corn on the cob but those freckles…they are my favorite! I could eat those up.
Question: I’ve been trying to add you to my Google reader to no avail…it won’t work…has anyone ever told you that before?
ARRRGH!! Dear Noble, I think it only works if you click on the RSS button on my blog. If you try to add it by typing it in, it doesn’t work…
Yesterday I walked in to Dillon’s and before I could help myself, I had a package of five “Corn on the Cobs” in my basket. Or is it like Hands full and should be corns on the cob? Rechelle is always welcome to use anything I make up. Some of it is from the deep recesses of my mind but a lot is just things I heard somewhere and repeat. MUD
We found last night that corn on the cob seems to taste better after being rolled around the table, some homework, and once or twice on the floor.