Due to server crashing, we have lost my very first attempt at managing our blog. Our precious webmaster even made me a little movie to show me how to do it. He knows what I need.

Anyhow, I just got back from Canada. I went with my mom to do a women's retreat at the church I grew up in. It was fun to go back. Very, very winter. The best part was, my best and oldest friends in the world came to see me and even took me back to their respective houses. Penny and Leona had three new kids between them that I had the pleasure of meeting. All of my childhood friends married each other and it is really weird to look at their kids and see both of my friends melded together into all these little people. That never happened at my house because all my kids look like Barry. He is genetically domineering. Hey Penny and Leona, if you send me some pics of me and those kids, I will post them. Now that I am wonder-web-woman.

Did I mention that Barry had ankle reconstruction surgery last week. Due to "Patient Disobedience" 22 years ago, Barry obliterated his ankle. On the way down to surgery, he told me that he had really wanted to get back to playing basketball after the initial injury and that he didn't want to wait the recommended time to stay off of it. So, he practiced walking in his room without a painful expression on his face and casually waltzed out into the living room where his parents were sitting. As they sat there astonished to see him walking, he recited his rehearsed line "I think it feels fine, I think I can get back to playing." Ridiculous. Since then he has had the rare gift of random falls. He can be standing perfectly still and straight up fall. Makes hiking hard. Makes walking hard. So, I am mad at him that he even needed this, but at least now I know never to believe a sport-addicted son on the status of his injury. He can't walk on it for four weeks. It was a huge incision. If you would like to know what he rambled on about on his way to surgery (heavily sedated) then by all means drop me a line. michelle@barryandmichelle.com

So, I have been nursemaid for a week. Not my gift, if you know me. I hope God grows me in this area, because we both plan on getting old someday. In fact, Barry got older this week. 39. Some guys came over to visit the poor, crippled birthday boy and as soon as the party was over, he threw up everywhere from his pain meds. I am rambling because I need adult conversation.

Since the topics have been random, so shall the pictures be. My sweet and precious little brother, Darren is in Scotland with his wife Rebecca and their four kids(www.thornberryzoo.com). They are a part of the coolest YWAM school that I know of in Edinburgh. www.ywamedinburgh.com We have been working on a project for him for over a year and it is slated for completion on December 2nd. It is an incredible project that you will want to hear. When it is ready, we will let you hear a snippet and tell you how to get one.

Picture number 2–our new drummer. Sorry Brian. He is cuter.

I close with these solemn promises,
1)I will never journal again when socially deprived
2)I will never go on this long again
M