Baby daddy got a new ride (and other blog-worthy things)

Rod got a new ride. Gas prices are sky high, as you know, and his truck has seen her better days (he works in sales and does A TON of driving). My man is 12 years my senior and if you have a problem with that please reference with me some age differences IN THE BIBLE...Ruth and Boaz, Abe and Sarai, and I will spare you any more. You also may be silently wondering was Jenny (don't you love how I speak in 3rd person) looking for a dad when she married Rod? Nope, Jenny was walking with the Lord and received plenty-o-confirmation that Rod was the man for her to marry via much prayer. She already had the Father issue settled in Christ. So age really isn't an issue with us, I just don't think I have ever mentioned that on the blog. I did however grow up really fast and I didn't have much in common with the guys my age. Sometimes, I do have to remind Rod that his name rhymes with God but it is Rod...not God and that we will leave all parenting Jenny issues to God. No, but really I reference the age difference because you may remember my VAN post from back in the day. You can really tell that Rico Suave (a.k.a. Rod) is really starting to show his age in his lack of vanity. I am just not there yet...kidding. I guess I am just a tad more immature ;). He is now driving a Buick. So when you see a really fine guy next to you in a white buick...don't think it is going to be a Paw Paw behind the wheel. Now please before anyone takes offense...I am playing. It really is a blessing to have the new ride. I am so proud of him for going for what it economical. He said the LeSabre gets like 33 miles to the gallon! WHOOO HOOO! He is showing me some gas-loving while I am still on van protest. I will see how long I can have this on here before he spots it... but while we were meeting to get the car tonight he pulled up next to me in the Buick and I said "Morgan daddy is still fine (as in good looking) even in a Buick" she said "daddy fine" (LOL).

On to something else: YOU DO NOT EVER want to go shopping with me. I am so cheap and I will most likely talk you out of your purchases. Some of my friends will vouch for that. So tonight I am at Wal*mart, where ministry happens (I tell Rod that my ministry is at wal*mart so I can go in the name of Jesus), and seriously I can not understand the latest fashions. I call it maternity wear. If you have ever worn maternity clothes chances are you don't want people having to guess if you are pregnant a couple of years after the baby, maybe I am alone on this one. I wish these styles were around when I was pregnant because I would have been able to find more affordable clothes. I am just ready for the maternity shirts in the juniors to be gone. I am sure some can pull it off...but I can't. This brings me to something else a memo that you need to get: If you are shopping in the clothes section at Wal*mart and think you are getting a good deal, chances are you can shop cheaper at the mall. I am not saying they don't have cute things I am just trying to help a sister out by suggesting you take some coupons and head to the mall. I worked there for 10 years and I could always find stuff for el-cheap-o and it still be quality. I have tried to get this through to my mom so many times but she seems to struggle with unbelief when I tell her this (LOL). And for some TMI, it is sad when you are 28 and you have to forfeit a new shirt so you can buy your fiber (speaking of shopping). We all go and some of us have trouble so I am just sayin'.

Now once again, at the risk of offending anyone, I am going to talk about my cat issues. Please reference this post if you are in the dark. Maybe the Lord is trying to break me free or something because I now have a cat that lives in my yard. I was told not to feed it or it may come back. I think the Lord is wanting me to face up to my fears because the wild cat really is sweet and I may even feed it something and just not tell Rod (do you see my heart softening with the cat?). Morgan lunges and growls at it and it doesn't even hiss at her. I am very allergic to cats as a side note (grace). I was talking to one of the greeters at wal*mart and she informed me that she bathes with her cats. I thought that was very strange so please don't harm my impression of you by telling me that you bathe with your cats. I will still love you in Christ (with the power of the Holy Spirit) even if you do...now I am laughing out loud...just don't tell me.
Then, my little sister sends me an email today asking if I want a puppy for Morgan. Does my sister even know me? I yell at the computer. No!, I affectionately reply. I do not want to encourage Morgan in the pet department...and wasn't she raised with me? Doesn't she know that animals and I have a bad history? Even though it was free, I have no idea how people afford all the vet bills.

Y'all my camera is still broken so I will have to get Rod to get a picture sent to me from his camera so I can show you the dress. It is nothing special I promise.