Another milestone....

This picture has nothing to do with anything. I just love Mike Rowe and Dirty Jobs...found on the Dicovery Channel and various Ford commercials. You like to hear the word "poo" a lot? This is your show.

Tonight, my oldest child has been at her very first Brownie scout campout. Because I am still the main food sourve for the baby, I was unable to attend. My weary, but sainted, husband volunteered to go with her. Though my time in scouts ended too soon, I have mostly fond memories of my times with them. I got in my first, and only, fist fight with a sister scout during a heated game of Capture the Flag. She was a bit of a weirdo then, and continues to be one to this day. That aside, I cherish the times I did have, even the hell that was Camp Sky-Wa-Mo. The camp where girls made themselves sick so they could leave. Where my friend Kristen and I cried ourselves to sleep, sharing the same bed because we thought we'd be safe from the snakes that way. Thankfully, the tear-stained letter my mom received must have been convincing enough....she never made me go back. It is with these memories in hand, the I get a bit misty thinking about my own child. It is hard to believe that she is old enough to be a scout. To make the promise to live by the Girl Scout Law. I will have a hard time sleeping tonight, eager to hear of her first camp out experience as she comes home smelling of campfire and a faint hint of s'more. Sniff....

Christmas is a-comin'

I was at Target the other day to find my daughter a sleeping bag for her first Brownie camp-out. I discovered that, among the numerous Halloween stuff, were the beginnings of Christmas decorations, cards, etc.. In the little chorale I am in at church, we have begun the process of preparing for our Christmas cantata. It is full of some pretty good stuff. I love Christmas music, but I must say that I have never been a huge fan of the contemporary Christian music. It may stem back to a criticism I received in my youth from one of the members of my youth group. It was during that heady time when the Monkees were making a comeback on MTV. I loved them. My brother and I watched them quite often. The girl at church told me that the Monkees worshipped the devil and that I needed to listen to Petra instead. Now, I have my few songs that I will always love....Watch the Lamb, We are the Reason, anything by Glad. But I have found the ultimate Christmas song in this church cantata. As much as it pains me, it was co-written by Amy Grant and some guy. I go back and forth with my feelings on her. But this song will reduce you to a puddle of goo. Breath of Heaven is written from Mother Mary's perspective. I can't even talk about it, or type about it. It tears me up. Go to YouTube and type in Breath of Heaven. Try to get an Amy Grant version. Get out the Puffs! Christmas is comin'!