Maybe he should have thrown a pair of sneakers into the gift bag?

M to the Izz-A is finally home! He strolled in around midnight and I managed to stay up until he did, which is late for me. I have the bedtime of an 80 year old. We stayed up 'til about 2 am with him sharing his stories and photographs. I'll post some pics of his trip soon, but for now, here's what he brought home for his two favorite gals.



For Kate:









And me:



Handmade jewelry and a pair of havaianas.






And he bought us a pair of matching bands made from coconut. It looks black in the photo but it's more dark chocolate brown, like..well, coconuts. :-)

We're happy to have him home. Please remind me next week that I actually said that I missed his little hair shavings around the sink. I may have been a bit delusional.







Last Wednesday night at church, right before our Beth Moore study group was about to begin, I sat down and crossed my legs, because I 'm lady-like, right? Not so fast. I'm pretty sure it's impossible to be lady-like with shoes like these:

(Pic taken with my phone)


I knew I was going learn something that night, but little did I know that part of my learning would occur before the class even began. One glance down and there it was in black and white. Literally.

Take a big guess as to which one is mine. You know how sometimes you think that your shoes may be a little bit dirty, but it's not until you see them next to a pair of bright, white new ones that you realize you were only kidding yourself? They're not just dirty, they're filthy and frankly, down right disgusting. I could feel them wanting to hide underneath the metal chair.

Thanks for opening my eyes Kristin, to the poor excuse of shoes that I so blindly sport.

Yes, Mama does need a new pair of sneaks. But ouch! Nothing like a fashion (or lack thereof) slap to the face!