It Is What It Is
I wish I could be one of those bloggers who actually has the time to keep up their blog. You know the type; there's always something new on their page--a fantastic photo they took, a funny true story from their daily grind, the best new recipe they've tried, or some witty and well-worded glimpse into their lives that leaves you saying, "yeah, me too!" Most of my blog posts have to be content to set up shop in the recesses of my mind because I am just too busy to sit down and type them out. Or find my camera and capture them... Tonight we went over to Matt and Jen's for pizza and a little fellowship. We were supposed to go to the Fair, but it was raining, and who wants to pay $8 a head to walk around wet fairgrounds with a bunch of wet kids, not riding the wet rides? Didn't think so. Anyway, so there we were in the living room, talking, and we look up and the whole couch is full of kids; Noah in the middle, and he's reading aloud a story to the res