I <3 Charlie Rose

I watched Charlie Rose inteview Michael Crichton Tuesday night. I feel my words are inadequate to describe my feelings for Mr. Rose and his fabulous show, so I do what the kids these days do.

Behold my Icon

Dinner

The three year old wants pancakes.
The seventeen year old wants something grilled.
So the obvious question is; can you grill pancakes?

My glass

I've decided that I am a glass half empty kind of person. I dislike this about myself but I'm not sure I can do anything about it. Is it nature or nurture?? Anyway I thought I ought to get about the business of admitting to it. No use denying it if I want to come to terms with it.

Now, there is a phrase that our bible teacher keeps using that I find very intriguing. He says we need to do the "work" of depression. I think that is the key to moving on with my life. If I don't want to medicate the feelings away I need to do the WORK of depression and determine what it's purpose in my life is.

Well, that's a discussion for another day.

The things we do for love

My poor boy. Stuck under a car for hours, fruitlessly trying to loose a stubborn oil filter from the icy grip of his car. Apparently Dad's lesson on changing oil neglected to stress the importance of not tightening the oil filter too much. But I digress.

The object of his efforts? Well, besides the desire to NOT take the bus to school, he toils in order that he might visit his beloved. We've seen more of him this week than in the last month or so. Granted it's only the soles of his shoes but hey, we're not picky. God works in mysterious ways.