I talked to my best friend, Jamie during lunch.  She has had yet another bad dating experience.  Where are all the mature, godly men in the 25-30 age group?  I am currently taking applications on behaf of my dear friend.  Non-Christians, dead beats, and immature insensetive men need not apply. 

On a more positive girlie side, I'm getting my hair cut today.  Something about that just makes you feel pretty.  There's nothing like walking out of the salon flipping your hair around like a super model. Unless, of course, your precious locks get butchered.  Then it's straight to the cheesecake aisle to console yourself.  Let's hope today is a non-cheesecake day for me.

I am currently chewing on my new found love - sourdough bread.  Who knew that plain ole' bread could be improved upon in such a dramatic way.  This is just one more example of why I should broaden my culinary horizons and not buy the same old thing when I'm at the grocery store. 

I just read Rachel's sob story about the iPod let down.  It broke my heart, really it did.  Honestly, though, I was afraid she was a little obsessed with that thing from the beginning. How can you love something before you know if it's reliable?  You know, experts say that if you throw all of your logs in the fire from the beginning, it will burn hot but fast so there's nothing left after a brief time.  This could be a classic case of burnout, or unmet expectations.  My advice to Rachel, seek professional help before entering into another techno-relationship.  I know where you can find a good counselor--cheap.

It looks like Nathan and I will be plugging into North Fort Worth Baptist Church.  I am looking forward to building some relationships here and being actively involved in ministry again.  He and I had a fun weekend. Last night we went on a hot date to Office Max, Target, the gas station, and Albertson's.  I love it when we get to just hang out and act goofy.  I like doing life with him. He made major brownie points with Mom when she was here.  They chatted like old friends.  He even brought us both flowers the last night she was in town.  Her official (abbrevitated) statement on the situation: "he's a keeper". 

Rat update:  I have now come to accept the fact that the rodent in my house is here to stay and is too smart for simple methods of capture like glue traps.  We've had a glue trap out for 10 days, no mouse.  However we did catch a roach. I've decided to call the mouse whiskers.  I think it's only appropriate to name him since it's obvious that we'll be co-habitating.  He's gotten braver.  I was in the kitchen a few days ago when he came around the corner from the living room, practically prancing like he owned the place.  He stopped and looked dead at me, then proceeded to his favorite spot behind the oven. I can't believe the nerve of that thing!

Now that I type up the bulletin for Sunday's at NFWBC, (including every word of every hymn,song,congregational reading, etc. for the powerpoint) I feel like I've been to the worship service three or four times before Sunday ever rolls around.

"Mama" is coming in town this weekend.  Whoppeeeeee!  There's just nothing like being babied by your mom.  Besides that, she knows me like no one else.  Our relationship was bound to be special from the start, bathed in prayer before I even existed. Thank the Lord for godly mother's!!  I don't know what I would do without mine.  I shudder to think about the day that she leaves this world.  Of course, Heaven will be like a stand up comedy club once she arrives.  She is quite entertaining.  She can tell a story like few people I know--makes you laugh that deep, uncontrollable, snort-prone laugh. 

On a more serious note, I saw my new rodent friend again last night.  As in a mouse.  Fur and kitchens just don't go together.  I haven't wanted to resort to murder, but I've tried all the scare tactics I know.  Like jumping up and down franticlly and squelling loudly.  I've even shivered excessively.One would think that watching me girate (sp?) around the kitchen like a drug addict in withdrawal would be enough to scare any varmit out of the house. 

Praise my soul the King of heaven

To his feet thy tribute bring

Ransomed healed restored forgiven

Evermore His praises sing

Praise Him for His grace and favor

To our fathers in distress

Praise Him still the same as ever

Slow to chide, and swift to bless

Frail as summer’s flow’r we flourish

Blows the wind and it is gone

But while mortals rise and perish

God endures unchanging on

Angels in the height adore Him

Ye behold Him face to face

Saints triumphant bow before Him

Gathered in from every race