Yes it really is Saturday. But it's Sunday in Australia and that is where the content of this post takes place.....
When I started blogging (oh my goodness a year and a half ago) it was totally for reasons about myself and everything ME. I never figured on all the perks of meeting people, building relationships, and being able to travel the world through others and with others.
So, you can imagine the flood of emotions that I find myself in this morning to see my interview posted on David's site. I feel the silly giddiness that gets exhibited at the academy award shows. I also feel the modest hot blush building on my cheeks because it is always hard to receive attention.
Once I get Pippin on the plane Monday morning I will come back and share about our long and fun filled weekend. But for now, it would be my honor if you felt like visiting the interview.
Jules, I really enjoyed that interview and have just come over from David's.
ReplyDeleteI love the way you write and I also share your feelings of awe at the way friendships appear on line. Like you I had no intension of making any and just wanted to write. However I am so glad that I have blog friends now. Really pleased to meet you.
Brilliant Sunday Roast!
I was there first! I think I may have left another blush for you to pick up. I hope it warms your heart the way you warm mine!
ReplyDeleteMelli and I are starting an online Bible Study December 1st. Feel free to join us. Whether you do or not, I will ask that Pippin be put on our prayer list until her safe and joyous return.
I too am here via David. I so agree with what you said about commenting if you want feedback etc. Some days when I dont have much to say I visit others and before long catch up with what is happening!
ReplyDeleteGreetings from North Yorkshire, UK.
Hi Jules All my pray's go with Pippin. Justfor mothers.You Know You're a Mom When...
ReplyDeleteYou count the sprinkles on each kid's cupcake to make sure they're
equal.
You have the time to shave only one leg at a time.
You hide in the bathroom to be alone.
Your kid throws up and you catch it.
Some one else's kid throws up at a party. You keep eating.
You consider finger paints to be a controlled substance.
You've mastered the art of placing large quanitities of pancakes and
eggs on a plate without anything touching.
Your child insists that you read "Once Upon a Potty" out loud in the
lobby of Grand Central Station and you do it.
You cling to the high moral ground on toy weapons, your child chews
his toast into the shape of a gun.
You hope ketchup is a vegetable, since it's the only way your child eats.
You can't bear the thought of your son's first girlfriend.
You hate the thought of his wife even more.
You find yourself cutting your husbands' (spouse's) sandwiches into
cute shapes.
You can't bear to give away baby clothes - it's so final.
You hear your mother's voice coming out of your mouth when you say,
"NOT in your good clothes!"
You stop criticizing the way your mother raised you.
You donate to charities in the hope that your child won't get that
disease.
You hire a sitter because you haven't been out with your husband in
ages, then spend half the night checking on the kids.
You use your own saliva to clean your child's face.
You say at least once a day, "I'm not cut out for this job", but you
know you wouldn't trade it for anything.Jules by the time you turn around she will be back and then you can check up on any boys that come by... joking.
I too found you through David's Sunday Roast - great interview and I love your blog!
ReplyDeleteCongratulations and see you around!
As for me Pod sent me here. I been visiting since because I enjoys your blog. I am presenting you with an award.
ReplyDeleteWell done Jules see Mae's been over will be Praying for pippin she will shortly be on her way to do the Lords work, be full of joy. St. POD
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