Houston happenings

Sunday morning we were at my parents' church. At the beginning of the service, Ronnie Norman, the pulpit minister, got up and introduced himself. This prompted Jenna to wave and yell, "Hi, Ronnie!"

So how did I bring in the new year? By watching in fascination as my cell phone screen switched to a new color, which it does every month. Everyone else here was asleep, and Chad left earlier in the day to go to NCYM in Colorado Springs. The conference doesn't actually start until tomorrow, so he reluctantly decided to fill in the extra time by skiing at Winter Park. Poor guy. He sacrifices so much.

Tomorrow my parents both go back to work so it's just me and the girls. I think we'll make another trip or two to Baytown since the one day we were there last week was so crazy that I didn't get to spend much time with my favorite people, like my best Baytown girlfriend, Lois. Julia's old school starts back this week, so we may go visit there, too.

Being back in Baytown was nice but weird, but not too weird. I was worried I might be tempted to curl up on our old front porch and sob for a day or so. But we had other things to do. Plus the current owners might have called the cops.