Had a great time Friday night/Saturday morning. Eating wings, watching silly movies, looking at pictures–always a good time. Bex, glad we got to stay up late talking. Rob, thanks for the comic relief and my favorite quote of the night (they tend to come from you a lot):

Hugs, not drugs is the way to go.

Thanks Andy for chillin’. 😀 Although you’re still here! 🙂 Heehee.

I think a trip to Best Buy needs to occur. They open in fewer than 5 minutes, ya know!

I’m glad I have good friends. <3 They help me when I'm being plain old ridiculous. Thanks Mr. Matt, Rob, and skandaluz. 🙂

The terrible 2s lasts until age 4?

LORD, HELP ME!

🙁

My son hates me. The one thing that brought me the most joy. Gone.

Now what?

…sense that something is weird, changing, or not right and ask if everything is okay.

The ones that only care about being right spend all of their time rebuking and correcting.

The ones that really care are persistant in making sure their friend is well.

The ones that couldn’t give a banana hide or ignore. Or worse, blame the one who is hurting.

The ones that are truly concerned will do almost anything to help.

The ones who couldn’t care less are only concerned at how this is affecting them and/or how this is making them look as an individual, as a group, as a leader, as a whole.

At least, that’s been my experience.

“Are you okay? Because I’ve been noticing this and I don’t think it looks good or reflects well…your behavior is cause for concern…do you think you’re glorfiying GOD?”

F*** YOU! You don’t give a crap about anything but yourself and your agenda! So do us both a favor and leave me alone.

I want to be the kind of person who really cares.

disclaimer – this is not aimed at any particular person. just letting out some pent up frustration here…