An Abortion Mill Story.

Yesterday, I went to Nashville with my super sweet kind husband. After a mixed up 9 a.m. advising appointment, I realized that I had a little time on my hands. So, being the multitasker that I am, I wanted to utilize my day off to my advantage.... and Dave was kind enough to go outta the way and take me here so I could pray and think for just a few minutes.

The Women's Center

Abortion Mill

40 Days for Life is a wonderful campaign that is held in the spring and in the fall. It is going on right now - through the first of November. Volunteers gather at abortion mills accross the US and pray to end abortion, pray for the people inside contemplating whether to follow thru, pray for the workers to not work there anymore. This is the first time that Nashville has participated.

And this is the first time I had ever been to a clinic.

I know that the statistics on abortion are high - I have several friends that have had them, so I have been directly affected by them and in other ways.

The most important thing that I do know is that if people don't go here, you end up with this:

My newborn Emma - just a few hours old.

So much to do....

Tomorrow, I am going to take a test. A big test. A four and one-half hour test.
An expensive test at a testing center in Nashville.

I am feeling kinda stupid. What if I don't pass? I have lotsa test anxiety. Some days, I am confident in my school work. I know that I can pass classes. At the end of this semester, I will have 73 hours.

I sit in classes with all these young kids. One of my teachers at Tech is 25. She is 25!
When Eli was born, she was 12. I was a mother already when she was twelve years old!

That is depressing.

Anyways, I think my brain may explode. I have been studying all night. I am trying to review everything I have ever learned. Well, at this point, I hope I retain some of it. I am so tired, I can't even figure percentages. What is a noun? What is a verb? What if I fail the essay part of the quiz?

I am going to be so, so, so happy when tomorrow night rolls around. I am ready to go to bed.

I was trying to study and I yelled at my kids to go to bed. You know it is sad when the six year old has to read the four year old a bedtime story cause Mommy is too busy.

Flexible Men. A Picture Story.

On Sunday Night, we left the comforts of our home

and the company of three small children to cross this river......

And go here... LP Field. We were going to watch the Titans

play my favorite man - and team - THE COLTS.

I like to get there a little early - about 2 hours or so before kickoff -

cause I get to see things like this.

This dude - I have no idea who he is - stretched, and stretched, and stretched.

So very, very flexible.

And then, this dude did this. He gave me cramps in my legs.

Fat doesn't bend like that.

Then I noticed his cleats. I hope his momma didn't have to pay for those.

I would cry if my kids asked for cleats like that.

Then, this guy dude propelled his body in mid-air.

And he held it that way, for like, 30 minutes.

Not really. But it seemed that long.

Then, this snapper guy came out and practiced snapping.

Again, who else can bend like this?

(Just to let you know, I also have a picture

from the other side. But I didn't wanna

disturb anyone. So I kept it for me :) )

This glorious specimen of a man (#18) came out and stretched his big body parts.

That was glorious in itself.

Then, he went back into the long tunnel and he returned about an hour later.


And when he came back out, it looked like this.

He impatiently waited for everyone else to get their acts together.

And while waiting, he had this kind of attitude.

Finally, things started happening.

Boy, did they happen. We now know that they can move AND bend.

Go Colts!!!