Don’t touch that dial!
My primary email address was suspiciously quiet today, prompting me to investigate with my host provider (since that email comes through my web site). I’m glad I checked, because I learned that my web site’s domain name registration had expired. Since the site was created long ago by friends at a local church, their techie guys were listed as admins…not me. Somebody over there presumably got a strange email recently telling them to renew us, and now they have no clue who we are.
Thankfully we still have time to renew, and I’ll get my email address working again. Better still, http://www.newdoors.info/ won’t be taken over by evil aliens hawking unspiritual vices. So pray with me that this is resolved quickly and easily. In the meantime, should you need to reach me, you may use the email found here, in my profile.
It’s free, so it will probably work forever.
Last week during a family dinner around the table, the boys began asking when Aunt Ashley was going to have her baby. They knew she was expecting a boy. This sparked an argument between them regarding what sort of younger sibling they wanted next. Riiiiigght….
Nate apparently enjoys Maggie, because he’s rooting for another sister. Jack figures he doesn’t have a baby brother yet, so he votes to get one. Daddy and I sit there mostly silent–after interjecting that this entire conversation could be moot–flicking amused glances at one another. The boys continued with great animation:
Nate: I want a sister.
Jack: No, a baby brother!
Jack: No, a boy!
Nate: I want a baby girl!
Jack: Baby brother!
They paused for breath, and then I, not looking their direction so they don’t see my smile, hear Nate say:
“OK, Jack, let’s do it this way…
Rock, Paper, Scissors“