So my dad calls. He says, “What’s wrong with your blog?” I say, “nothing.” He says, “It sends me to your church website.” I say, “No Dad, it doesn’t. It takes you to my new blog.” He says, “But your old blog was brooklynchurchplant, right?” “Yes, Dad.” He says, “Well now I’m sent to a ccfb site or something like that. It’s not your blog.” “Yes it is, Dad. It’s my new blog. I’m still blogging but just at another site.” Silence.
I know this is hard folks, but we can do it. I know we can. Change your RSS feeds, your bookmarks or whatever. This is where the action is.
Ira spends most of his waking hours off the vent. We got the go-ahead from his pulmonologist to wean him from the vent during his nap. If he handled that well, then we would start weaning him during the night. However, Ira’s CO2 readings aren’t great while sleeping and off the vent so we’re keeping him plugged up during the sleeping hours.
It was a slight blow as we were sure he would handle this well but he’s just not ready. This blow might have had more impact on us in the past but Ira’s done so well that the joy we feel regarding his moves forward overwhelm this slight stall. He’ll get there. He will.
Go back and read the archives. Not once did I give up on the Yankees this season. Not once. While there are still more games to be played, you gotta admit that they are one of the best teams in the MLB right now if not the best. C’mon, admit it.
You do know, don’t you, that “assundry” is not really a word? We southern folk got all lazy with our language and made it into one but the reality is that it isn’t. Anyone care to take a stab at the origin of this lazy use of the English language? Can you do so without using google? :)