It's The Little Things That Amaze Me

I've just discovered StatCounter. Glory be! I'm getting sucked in and I can't break the spell!

I've read posts where people laugh at the Google searches that have directed people to their blog. I've been oh-so-curious about how on EARTH did they figure out how to do that, so I asked. I met some fellow bloggers for dinner Tuesday night (which was super fun and a whole post in itself...stay tuned) and was able to ask blogging questions and actually get real answers.

Because if I ask people outside my bloggy world bloggy questions, I get answers like "are you speaking English?" or "what's a blog?". You know, Harvard level stuff. So I was excited to get to talk to people who were pros at the bloggy language that I'm just learning.

And I found it. StatCounter. And it makes me happy.

And I discovered that The Pioneer Woman has visited my little blog. Maybe she'll invite me over and I can hang out at her cool ranch. You know, because I'm all about meeting cool people. And if they're famous, then I get an extra star for that.

I also discovered that a WHOLE BUNCH of people visit my blog and don't leave a comment. Come on, people. I live for comments. Actually, I don't. I live for my God and my family...but comments make me happy. Really happy.

So thanks for visiting and LEAVE A COMMENT! Because now I know where to find you if you don't!

Oh, and if you're The Pioneer Woman, kiss Charlie for me. Because he looks like my former dog, Dixie, and I miss her like crazy. And if you want to invite me over, I'll see if I can clear my calendar for that.

I Love It When They Love Each Other

It Was On The News Tonight, People.

I was watching our local news tonight. I watched a story about a murder at a local night club this past weekend. I'm sure there are murders at night clubs all over the country every day. But this story really shocked me. And the more I watched, the more I was shocked.

The murder happened in an area of town called "Five Points". Five Points is covered up in night clubs. There are dozens.

The murder happened at 3AM. Not surprising. Night clubs are open and kicking at that time of night.

Here's the shocking stuff. The murder was committed by a 16 year old carrying a semi-automatic weapon.

WHAT?!?

There are so many things wrong with that statement. First, this person is 16. The minimum age requirement is 21. Where are this kid's parents? Obviously oblivious to the fact that their 16 year old is at a night club at 3 am. And where on earth did this kid get a semi-automatic weapon?

And it only gets worse.

The TV station was interviewing 2 girls about the escalating crime in Five Points. They were sitting on a bench in the middle of Five Points in the middle of the day. These girls were pierced, tattoed, smoking, cussing, holding hands and VERY affectionate with each other, and 17 years old. Seventeen years old, people. One of the girls was pointing out the places to buy drugs and what kind you could buy where. On TV.

WHAT?!?

Again, hello? Parents?

Ok, I'll admit that I grew up very sheltered. The stuff that these kids have seen, heard, experienced is probably something I'll never even comprehend. But come on. The mayor was interviewed and was totally exasperated. He doesn't know what to do to clean up the crime in that area. He's at a total loss. I don't blame him. Not only is the crime out of control down there, it's being committed by kids. In a place where kids aren't even supposed to be.

What do you think God thinks about this? I know His heart is breaking. As a society, we have totally excluded Him. And look what's happening!

My brain is having such a hard time grasping the enormity of the sins of our society. I am so frustrated that so many people would rather have a society full of crime, entitlement, chaos, and destruction than bring God back in the mix. The separation of church and state as we know it was NOT what our forefathers envisioned. We have taken personal "rights" to a crazy extreme and excluded God in the process. This is not what our forefathers wanted. This is NOT what our God wants. This is not what I want.

Please pray for our society. It scares me to death to raise 3 children in it. If there's ever been a reason to pray, this is one. As the Body of Christ, it is our responsibility to take this back over. Our prayers will be heard. Our prayers are more powerful than any politician's agenda. Our God can totally fix this. I have faith that He will. Take the scriptures and speak them out loud. "Ask, and it shall be given you; seek, and ye shall find; knock, and it shall be opened unto you." Matthew 7:7. Then watch God show up and show off.

It's On, People.

We have successfully made it through "birthday season."

For some strange reason, everyone in my family has a birthday in May, June or July. Seriously. We have birthdays on May 10, May 11, May 12, May 19, May 23, June 3, July 2, and July 15. There's also Mother's Day and Father's Day in the mix. 2 of these birthdays belong to my oldest daughters, so they also include birthday parties.

Needless to say, we're tired and broke.

And the clutter in my house is taking over. It seems like we are so busy that we didn't get to purge old toys before the new birthday toys came in. We also have been at the softball field 6 days a week since May 1. So little things like putting up laundry, clearing clutter out of the kitchen/garage/playroom/bedrooms/den/stair landing....(ok. The whole house.) have been put on the back burner.

Until now.

It's on, my friends.

I'm sick of it. I'm sick of searching for lost shoes. I'm sick of getting dressed from folded clothes that are still in hampers waiting to get put up. I'm sick of looking for pieces of toys that are under furniture, in furniture, around furniture.

It's spring cleaning in July.

I'll be throwing stuff away, giving stuff away, and selling stuff on eBay.

I'll probably be posting the results on "BooMama's Before and After" extravaganza. After all, what's a good cleaning without a good blogging opportunity?

I'll let you know how it goes.

Pray for me.

Seriously.

Thank you very much.