Earlier this week...

(sigh) I have not been using time wisely recently. So now I'm tired AND behind on things, including BLOGGING! Here's a brief update on the week through Tuesday.

Monday's softball games were canceled due to the field being converted to a pool. Very sad, but gave me more time to catch up on things. I didn't.

Tuesday's game was exciting. Bethany's "team from the hood" won soundly 10-3, but it was not without a price. Elise was pitching, cuz she's awesome like that, and got smacked pretty hard by a drive that hit her glove and ricocheted into her face. I'll tell you what though, there's nothing cooler than seeing a serious softball girl put her hands on her hips and spit blood like a champ.

I'm sorry to report that there was no Trey time at the game. Very sad. :-(

So, my buddy Paul finally convinced me that I NEED to get a dog. That's right, I do believe it is a valid need. However, I'm still not sure if I SHOULD. So, to help figure out the situation, I brought home my parent's dog, Tilly, heretofore referred to as, "The Puppy".

When I told Mom that I needed a dog, she said "you HAVE a dog". Apparently I have forgotten that when our first family dog passed away several years ago, Dad and I got over it rather quickly, and convinced (forced) Mom to let us get another dog. But guess who takes care of her, and is DEFINITELY the boss of the house, as far as the dog is concerned? Mom!

It didn't work out horribly well. For one, the strange place made her very anxious. Then, I found out she is terrified of our hardwood stairs. Getting her up once was a pain. I didn't see her come down. After I got her up again the second time, she refused to go near them again. I'm glad she's not as opposed to being carried as she was when we got her several years ago. The puppy is back at home, but I might snag her again some time.

Discipleship group on Tuesday - I'm so undeserving of the guys who poke and prod me to keep my eyes on the prize despite my desire to hold to the way I want things to be. I was pumped to find "the chops" had made it through half of the week, going strong.

Sunday night after the children's program was quite possibly the happiest moment of the weekend, even after the great camping trip. I came to find that after a week long trip to Texas, Jon, my good buddy and discipleship groupie, returned to Peoria with the mutton chops I loved so much. After a two or three year hiatus, they're back! He's keeping them as long as he can get away with it. Please Joy, give them a chance!!