My husband owns a Chick-fil-A restaurant. Some of you will have no clue what this is and that fact makes me cry for you. When I was a little girl I dreamed of marrying Shawn Cassidy or Donny Osmond --enter Garth Brook's song, "Thank God for unanswered prayers." Because in reality, my taste buds were destined for one marriage and one marriage alone. Oh the bliss of being able to walk up to the counter of nugget dream land and say, "Please promo-free that for me."
I'm telling you it keeps me happy and little too healthy. And for those of you keeping track, I'm still not at 142.
Anyhow, last year Chick-fil-A ran a contest
and my husband WON a new Ford Expedition. Being the wife that I am, I offered to take the prize off his hands and drive the new vehicle for him. I'm big like that.
I really like this vehicle. I have respect for it. I keep the area where I sit very clean and tidy. It would never occur to me to use it as a trashcan. See my photo entered into evidence.
My kids on the other hand have issues. I hesitate to say they are trashy for obvious reasons but another word escapes me at the moment.
You see, yesterday I informed the kids that the car needed to be cleaned out. I'm just simply tired of pulling through the car pool line at school and watching things fly about when my kids exit the vehicle. I mean having a teacher say, "Hello Mrs. TerKeurst here's your dried up, crusty, science experiment of a waffle fry. Would you like it back?" --- makes me want to pinch somebody- hard. And that's never a good thing when you've told your children that pinching is bad.
Four of my five children were given this clean up order. They assured me beyond a shadow of a doubt that the clean up had occurred. I will now enter photos of what I found when I climbed into the part of my vehicle where my obviously blind children ride. 
I stood at the window and chuckled. And took a photo for my blog of course. And then chuckled some more.
When they came inside I gave them a talking to about the importance of doing things right the first time. I also explained that doing little things out of obedience is how God prepares us for the bigger things in life. And then in a moment of sheer clarity I whipped out a saying that I just knew would cause them to finally rise up and call me blessed, "It's through the ordinary everyday things that God develops our character to match our calling."
To which Ashley replied, "You think God's calling me to be a janitor?"
No dear. Something way more trashy than that. A mom driver.
I'm telling you it keeps me happy and little too healthy. And for those of you keeping track, I'm still not at 142.
Anyhow, last year Chick-fil-A ran a contest
and my husband WON a new Ford Expedition. Being the wife that I am, I offered to take the prize off his hands and drive the new vehicle for him. I'm big like that.I really like this vehicle. I have respect for it. I keep the area where I sit very clean and tidy. It would never occur to me to use it as a trashcan. See my photo entered into evidence.
My kids on the other hand have issues. I hesitate to say they are trashy for obvious reasons but another word escapes me at the moment.
You see, yesterday I informed the kids that the car needed to be cleaned out. I'm just simply tired of pulling through the car pool line at school and watching things fly about when my kids exit the vehicle. I mean having a teacher say, "Hello Mrs. TerKeurst here's your dried up, crusty, science experiment of a waffle fry. Would you like it back?" --- makes me want to pinch somebody- hard. And that's never a good thing when you've told your children that pinching is bad.
Four of my five children were given this clean up order. They assured me beyond a shadow of a doubt that the clean up had occurred. I will now enter photos of what I found when I climbed into the part of my vehicle where my obviously blind children ride. 
When questioned they replied, "Ohhhhh, we didn't know you meant the trash too. We just got our stuff out."
Silly children. They must still believe in magic cleaning fairies.
As a result, the two who were unfortunate enough to be at home this morning when Mom decided to put on her CSI hat had to do this in the freezing rain.
As a result, the two who were unfortunate enough to be at home this morning when Mom decided to put on her CSI hat had to do this in the freezing rain.
I stood at the window and chuckled. And took a photo for my blog of course. And then chuckled some more.
When they came inside I gave them a talking to about the importance of doing things right the first time. I also explained that doing little things out of obedience is how God prepares us for the bigger things in life. And then in a moment of sheer clarity I whipped out a saying that I just knew would cause them to finally rise up and call me blessed, "It's through the ordinary everyday things that God develops our character to match our calling."
To which Ashley replied, "You think God's calling me to be a janitor?"
No dear. Something way more trashy than that. A mom driver.
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