Favorite Posts Archive
The Epic Camping Weekend… 27 hours stuck in the mud in the middle of nowhere
11 Comments Published by amberlicious June 27th, 2011 in Favorite Posts, Places we go, remember when?, stuff we doThis post apparently is too long to handle for Internet Explorer. It does however post completely in Firefox and Google Chrome. I tried to post just the second half and apparently IE still doesn’t like something- so you’ll have to switch to firefox or chrome for the complete story.
I’m going to apologize in advance for […]
Mourning With Those That Mourn
5 Comments Published by amberlicious February 20th, 2010 in Favorite Posts, heavy stuff
You learn a lot about a person when you see them face a tragedy. It can bring out the worst in a person- or it can bring out the best. As I watched my friend’s deal very publicly with their personal tragedy I saw grace, forgiveness and was awed by their testimony of Christ shining […]
My Prestigious Titles
19 Comments Published by amberlicious September 16th, 2009 in Favorite Posts, How I torment my kids, How my kids torment meI have many titles in my home. These are my latest favorites- although I am looking for some help in these departments also. Any volunteers?
Toilet Flusher in Chief- The only person capable of flushing toilets. This does require and extraordinary amount of skill and precise pressure applied. I’ve been practicing for many years to know […]
What I learned at Church today.
21 Comments Published by amberlicious June 28th, 2009 in Favorite PostsSo a couple of months ago I was asked to be a nursery teacher. This means I co-teach with another adult the children ages 18 months to 3 (until the January after they turn three, so I could have kids who are 3 and 364 days theoretically). At the time I wasn’t so thrilled. I’ve […]
Some of my neighbor’s are starting to annoy me.
45 Comments Published by amberlicious April 29th, 2009 in Favorite PostsThis is an issue of property lines. Who’s property is who’s. They want to build something on what I feel is clearly my property. They disagree since they’ve been here longer. We’ve not actually had ‘words’ although I’ve cussed at them under my breath while watching them out the window- invading my space once again. […]
