I found another good read today via a good friend of mine. It was such a good read that I have to post it here:

Why You Shouldn’t Allow Your Children To Eat Thanksgiving Dinner

(Man I’m really on a roll with this theme aren’t I?)

Marion Lovett, Elder at Heritage posted two very good articles recently on how Christians view their children. Check them out!

    • It’s Really About How We View Our Children

    • The Context for Discerning the Body

So I have now had my first Apple computer go in for a warranty repair. To be sure, we have dealt with one or two warranty issues on Apple computers at work, but I’ve never had a personal computer warranty repair so I’m in new territory.

I feel fairly well prepared for this though because 1). I plug in my Leopard Time Machine backup drive at least once a day so even if they maliciously wipe out all the data on my 160 gb hard drive while “repairing” the broken laptop, they can do me no harm, my data is secure. 2). All my email is IMAP so I plug my server, username, and password into the mail client of the computer I want to use and I’m off and running with all my mail and folder structure, flag status, read and unread status all just like on my laptop. 3). Just for this occasion I went for a 60 day trial of a dotmac account so all my notes, bookmarks, to-dos, calendars, etc. will sync with dotmac, and when I get my laptop back, I sync it all back up to my laptop and away I go.

So my MacBook Pro… It was still operational to be sure, but the screen had started to develop this annoying, random flicker (so much for Apple’s new backlit LED stuff, my old powerbook display worked pretty good without all this LED backlit stuff but anyway).

It’s supposed to be back in 7 days, but I’m already missing my good friend. But it’s okay, I’m using Rachel’s laptop until my good and trusty Laptop returns unto me. And she gets to use the clunky old G3 iMac… slow as can be (were we actually able to use 500 MHz processors at one time?), but at least she can access a web browser, email, and instant messaging, you know, the essentials of life in 2008…

Lately I have been working on several sewing projects. Allen loves to watch me sew. He wants to help as well, but is very limited in what he can do safely. Whenever I sit down at the machine he brings a stool up and watches everything I do. Sometimes he even sits on my lap. Anyway, the other day I finished my seam and had sit back to examine my work. When I looked up this is what I saw.

That kid never misses a beat.

What do you get when you mix Chocolate and Allen? See Below:

And I see we have a great musician on our hands: