Sorry to be so complain-y. But it’s been that kind of week.
SUCKY THING THE FIRST
The Hills! It’s so bad this season, y’all. Now I know what you are thinking - it has always been bad. And you are right. But it’s always been more awesomely bad than just bad. Now? Just bad. Boo.
SUCKY THING THE SECOND
Our church meets in an elementary school. (That’s not the sucky part.) We, the youth group, meet in the cafeteria of the school. Recently the school board decided not to let churches use the classrooms anymore. What that means for us is that we have to hand the cafeteria over to the babies and children, leaving us homeless. This Sunday is our last week, and I have exactly five days to figure out a whole new plan for our group. I want to believe that we can move what we do to a weeknight and keep up the amazing momentum we’ve been building. But the truth is, if there’s nothing going on for parents at the same time, it’s hard to get non-driving kids to youth. And that sucks.
SUCKY THING THE THIRD
I wanted to show you guys a picture of my whole family in their matching plaid shorts that Nanny made, but I can’t find it. This is the best I can do (sorry, mom). Please note the matching hats.

SUCKY THING THE FOURTH
One of my most favorite kids is moving. This sucks for more than just the obvious reasons. This is a kid who had a hard time in high school but made it though. A kid with whom I have put in a million hours this summer to get prepared and registered for community college. A kid who is working hard to separate herself from her old life and her old friends and find a new way to live. A kid whose parents gave up parenting her several years ago. And, now, a kid whose dad has recently decided to act the part by issuing her an ultimatum. Whose dad made that decision three days before she was set to begin college, and weeks too late to get her registered where he is. A kid who has a support system for the first time in her life and who now has to start over in a new place. It’s weeks like these that make me wish I had some kind of legal means to make decisions for these kids.
SUCKY THING THE FIFTH
We are out of lime popsicles. I blame Aaron.




















