It’s been relatively quiet around here the last few days. We’re gearing up for a holiday extravaganza. Tina and I are driving over to Michigan on Wednesday afternoon to spend T-day with my folks and as many of my mom’s family that will fit at lunch and as much as my dad’s family that will fit at dinner.
We’re driving back Thursday night, and we’ll be cooking for as much of Tina’s family that will fit in our house on Friday evening. My parents and sister Kelly are also going to be driving to our place on Friday too and will stay until Sunday morning. We are going to have a house full on Friday, 13 total. We couldn’t be more excited.
Although in French culture, if you’re scheduled to have 13 people at dinner, you set the table for 14. I’m going to put down 14 plates and put a nametag that reads “Yeshua” on number 14.
It appears that we are going to be starting the shots for IUI this week, possibly Friday. So we’re really looking forward to that.
Apparently the possibility of twins is high for this kind of fertility treatment. That’s exciting, right? We could get a playmate out of the way straight away. I think I already like the second born better. Which one do you like?
I would like to point out a conversation I’ve been having with a student named Micah from Bethal College over at my review of the “Collision” discussion panel. By all means, jump in on the conversation. We’ve talked about where morals come from and free will.
Micah is outshining most Christians I’ve ever had a conversation with in a legitimately intellectual conversation. I would go so far as to say he fares much more likable and positive for faith than Dr. Meister did. He’s hands-down more intelligent than every Christian who’s made an attempt to comment at Le Café. Kudos to Micah for outshining Naham, Habakkuk, Zephaniah, Haggai, Zechariah and Malachi. They all have failed miserably.
In fact, I’m probably faring worse than he is at this point in terms of likable perception. He should be proud of himself.
He has a good eye for photography (as you can see). If I had one constructive criticism of his photos, it’s that he often frames out his subject’s feet or legs (which is ironically a metaphor for absence of foundation). But his use of available light is good, and frames for the most part are solid.
I’m not sure how much updating I’ll do on Wednesday to Sunday, but be sure to check in, for the occasional splattering of a quick bit or random picture. I’ll be taking lots of pictures and notes to update when we quiet down again, fo shay bitches.
Happy Thanksgiving. Thank Lincoln for giving us Thanksgiving and for the bright bulb who made it a recognized holiday, so we could take the day off, be surrounded by the love of friends and family and stuff ourselves silly like true Americans. If you can, lend a hand at a Thanksgiving for those who may be less fortunate.
I won’t be doing that year, unless you count some members of Tina’s family. Those unfortunate heathens. But you should definitely volunteer at a soup kitchen.