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Some of you like my random posts, right? Well, get a load of this one: :)

Toaster Strudels or Pop-Tarts

I HATE Toaster Strudels. No, I LOVE Toaster Strudels. No, I HATE Toaster... Ugh... And, Pop Tarts? I HATE Pop-Tarts. No, I LOVE Pop-Tarts. No... Grr...

Ugh...Here's the truth: I don't love or hate these mass-produced breakfast pastries. I actually much prefer other types of breakfast food. However, these little things are quick and easy and, most importantly, SWEET. :) So, they often make up our breakfast array. They are convenient. But I have a love/hate relationship wtih them. Why?

Because what's better than a perfectly toasted Toaster Strudel? But what's worse than a piping hot on the outside and frozen solid on the inside Toaster Strudel? And what's better than a perfectly iced and heated Pop-Tart? But what's worse than a burnt around the edges or less-than-sufficiently iced Pop-Tart? (Seriously, I get really agitated when I open that foil wrapper and see half of the pop-tart starkly naked. If they would have actual women do the icing, that wouldn't happen. Stupid machines...)

It doesn't seem like I can get a perfectly toasted TS or PT on a consistent basis, no matter what I do. Maybe one day I will stick a TS in the Toaster on Setting 3, and it will be perfect. However, the next day, Setting 3 burns the edges to black yucky grossness. It's the same with a Pop-Tart.

In the end, the Pop-Tart wins for me. I agree, it has a sufficiently lower quality of taste, but if I choose to skip the whole toasting process in general, the Pop-Tart is still completely edible (and satisfying)!

This morning, I thought I would treat myself to the last two Toaster Strudels, since I'm on my own this morning. I popped them into the toaster, and filled up my fluid repleneshing cup. Then, they popped up out of the toaster: lightly browned and hot enough to burn my fingertips when I pulled them out. I iced them up, brought them into my bedrest room, and took a bite. FROZEN FREAKING SOLID in the middle. ARGH!!!

That's it, I give up on Toaster Strudels, because now I am stuck in my stupid bed with no Toaster Strudel. And I can't get up and go get more, because today is a doctor's appointment day, so I have to reserve my upright time. And, seriously, if any of you show up on my doorstep with Toaster Strudels or any type of breakfast food, I will pummel you. I will get up off this bed and make you sorry for going out of your way for me. :) It's truly not a big deal. I have my water, which is most important, and I'm really not even hungry. I just wanted the sweetness. (I guess that's a good way to manage weight...try to eat all you food frozen. Blech!)

Okay, well, that was a novel, so I'm going to try to prioritize my other randomness. Here are the highlights:

Wow...so Cool

I have a beautiful friend, Kristy, who is a saint. You see, she teaches three year olds at a local preschool. If you don't think it takes a saint to do that, then you've obviously never taught a class of three year olds for more than a few hours at a time.

Do you know what Kristy is doing with her kids each day? She's telling them about Baby Burke and explaining that he needs God's help to grow healthy and strong. So, each day before lunch, her kids pray for Baby Burke (and their goldfishes). Yesterday, the kids made a gift for Burke.

I've gotten to a point where I'm not too emotional over things. I'm pretty even. I'm not crying for no good reason. But there are definitely certain things that get to me right now, and this gift was one of them. I couldn't stop those hot little tears from popping up in my eyes and running down my cheeks.

You see, there's a classroom of little three year olds praying for my little boy, and they wanted me to know that.

And not only that, but those little three year olds believe with all their heart that God is going to help Burke. So much so that they even have ideas of what Burke will be when he grows up:

You see, Jesus said that only those who were like children would enter heaven. (Matthew 18:2-4) He didn't mean we should start playing with legos or refusing to eat anything but chicken nuggets. He simply meant we had to have that kind of innocent, untainted, unwavering faith that God was all He said He was and that He was worthy of our belief.

I love these pieces of paper very much, and they will be staying with me for a very, very long time. Thank you, Kristy. :)

Fresh Flowers do a Body Good

In the past week, two friends have stopped by with very fresh (and simple!) flowers. I love it. I love having a little bit of the outside on the inside. I wasn't smart enough to get a picture of the daisies before the started to wilt, but I did get a picture of the (what look to be home-grown) roses. Pure beauty.

The County Fair

Mike and Ruby went to the fair on Sunday evening. We're lucky to live just a few blocks from the fairgrounds, so he and Ruby took a stroll. :) They went to support some of our friends from church.

Emily was partcipating in the fashion show, to display the outfit she made. It was really pretty (from what I can see in the pictures and the testimonies of those who actually saw it.) In fact, Mike and Sarah were quite confused as to why she didn't win. Emily is the beautiful girl on the left in the purple.

Our friend, Halley, shows goats and chickens. Mike and Ruby went to visit her goat (and lots of other animals.)

I hear that Ruby loved the animals from afar and would say "Goa! Goa! Goa!" or "Neigh! Neigh!" and point to the animals. However, the closer they got to the animals, she would start shaking her head and saying, "No! No! No!" :) I'll have to take a video of the way she says "No." It's really adorable. :)

Apparently, she warmed up at some point: (That's our pastor's wife, Lisa, in the background. She ALWAYS looks that pretty. Seriously. Even at the sweltering hot County Fair, she manages to look like she was born to be beautiful. I think it's the Texas in her...)

And lastly, a picture of my own little beauty. I apoligize in advance for how scraggly her hair is going to look for the next few months. I have decided to grow her bangs out, and she's not a fan of hair clips, so it should be interesting. :)

Okay, I will stop peltering you with randomness now. :) Enjoy your day!!

Oh, also, I can't get into my own site right now.  LOL!  I could have sworn I knew the username and password I told Mike, but apparently I was wrong.  :)  As soon as he tells me my username and password, I'll post the explanation for the design of Lindsay I AM.  :)