God speaks my language

I had the following lighthearted conversation with God today when I was really stressed out and walked into the CVS after work:
Me: Oh, if there is a God in heaven, let there be a Diet Cherry Coke. I really need it today.
God: (silent)
Me: Oh, I'm just joking. I know you exist. Ha, ha.
God: Oh really?
Hyla walks to the back of the store and finds the one last Diet Cherry Coke in the cooler.
Me: Ok, fine. I get it! (much laughter)

Sometimes God knows when I need him to speak just my language. What a great coincidence! (or was it?)

What's this?

I felt a kind of nesting impulse on the way home tonight. Weird. Weird. Weird.
What's happening to me?

Lost in Blogland

Well, it's finally happened. I've failed as a blogger. My life is kind of eating me alive (in a good way - I love being busy) and I feel guilty spending even a short amount of time blogging these days. So, this is my copout for blogging from now until December just in case I don't get around to it.
So - see you then!!

By Request

Amy requested specifics on the games and I must oblige.
We have tickets to the November 5 game against the Denver Broncos and the Christmas Eve game against the Baltimore Ravens.
Whoo-hoo! I'm totally excited. I haven't been to the new field yet and I can't wait to be there in the home crowd excitement.
But, till then I will reign in my enthusiasm unless asked to expound.