10.31.2008

Happy Reformation Day

The law is divine and holy. Let the law have his glory, but yet no law, be it never so divine and holy, ought to teach me that I am justified, and shall live through it. I grant it may teach me that I ought to love God and my neighbour; also to live in chastity, soberness, patience, etc., but it ought not to show me, how I should be delivered from sin, the devil, death, and hell.

Here I must take counsel of the gospel. I must hearken to the gospel, which teacheth me, not what I ought to do, (for that is the proper office of the law,) but what Jesus Christ the Son of God hath done for me : to wit, that He suffered and died to deliver me from sin and death. The gospel willeth me to receive this, and to believe it. And this is the truth of the gospel. It is also the principal article of all Christian doctrine, wherein the knowledge of all godliness consisteth.

Most necessary it is, therefore, that we should know this article well, teach it unto others, and beat it into their heads continually.

–Martin Luther, St. Paul’s Epistle to the Galatians (Philadelphia: Smith, English & Co., 1860), 206 (emphasis mine, because it made me giggle).

Don't forget all the Reformation Day fun happening over at Challies today.

10.30.2008

Pop-Up Debates

I was talking to a friend on Saturday and we decided that the public would be better served by political debates if there was some real-time fact checking.

I propose that we make them like VH1's pop-up videos, where little bubbles pop up with fact checks on each statement the candidates make. We could tape the debates and release them about three hours later, after a non-partisan committee has written up the text for the bubbles and sprinkled them throughout the recording.

During a lull, the bubbles could say little funny, snide remarks like, "this is the 897th time that he's said 'my friends,'" or "please notice the panic ensuing as the teleprompter goes dark."

10.29.2008

And Now For Something Completely Different

Halloween is only two days away. The economy is tanking. Thank goodness we have Adam Sandler to help us out.

(contains mild language)


10.28.2008

By the Way...

This is also what the pro-life movement looks like. Jason and Shawnda are a great example to us all, and we don't tell them that enough. We love you!

Why I Voted For John McCain, and Other Political Confessions

Disclaimer: Although I have spent quite a bit of time on this post, it hasn't gotten the attention it deserves, so please be patient with the meandering nature of it. Also, since I've finally broached the hot-topic subject, please know that comments will be heavily moderated, and if they are unattached to a working email address and a name, they will be deleted. I try to be a benevolent dictator of my little bloggy world but I can get ornery, so please keep the discourse amiable.

I have been rolling a post around in my head for a long time about my feelings about this election, but thankfully Randy Alcorn did a lot of it for me, and much more graciously than I ever could have. I, like him, know that supporting Obama is the "cool" choice. Yet I chose to vote in an uncool manner. My deepest apologies.

I think way too many young evangelicals have been caught up in the "cool" whirlwind started by Brian McLaren and Don Miller and others. I do think that those men fully researched and stated their positions; however I think many are going along with them because, hey, they're cool. They're way cooler than Al Mohler. Apologies again to Dr. Mohler, but I don't think he'd disagree. I once heard him poke fun at himself in a very endearing way about how he didn't understand cargo shorts. So yeah, he's not cool, and he's OK with that.

What I didn't mention in my post about voting last week is that I was interviewed by that man who was filming for Belgian TV. So perhaps somewhere in Belgium, my face is being shown saying that I would be voting for the McCain/Palin ticket because of its outlined stance on abortion, and, as an issue of secondary importance, that of school choice (another topic for another day).

After I gave the interview, I backed up into my place in line, and noticed that no one talked to me anymore. All the people around me who had previously been so kind and welcoming to the children turned their backs on us and I was left alone. I don't think it was a coincidence. We're in North Carolina, where the cities are going for Obama, and the rural areas for McCain. I am an urban weirdo.

Up until four years ago, I was an unenrolled voter. I didn't like being in a political party...maybe it was an inward rebellion in me that didn't want to be fenced in. Admittedly, it was probably that same rebellious streak that caused me to register as a Republican. I registered with the party mostly because I wanted to SHOW the Republicans that not all of us vote party line.

I tend to be conservative, but I can't say that the Republican party reflects my values in a lot of ways. I hate the proud environmental entitlement attitude that the party is famous for. Regardless of what you think of global warming, shouldn't you be a wise steward? I don't think that a free-market economy is the answer to all the world's problems -- though I do think that in a true free market, those banks would have been allowed to FAIL; failure is a key part in a free market society, HELLLOOO??!! Ahem. I think Rush Limbaugh is rude and condescending, and does not respect his governing authorities or his fellow man.

(Honestly, I listen to NPR more than Rush, but I don't donate a penny because during election years they become as one friend so eloquently dubbed it, "Radio Hanoi." It's almost comical.)

Barack Obama has gotten a lot of mileage with Christians by saying that he will reduce the number of abortions. However, the Freedom of Choice Act will be one of his first acts as president, according to a 2007 speech at Planned Parenthood. See the links at the end of this post for more information about how those two facts cannot coexist.

I think I was willing to give Mr. Obama the benefit of the doubt until the last debate. When asked about the Born Alive Act, he responded in a silky-smooth denial that he would ever ask a doctor to let a baby die. However, his statement could not be further from the truth. He did just that, and more than once...actually, three times over. Unfortunately, he is unwilling to own up to the implications of those actions. It was all I could do to keep from leaping off the couch. I did yell quite a bit, just ask my husband.

As David and I have rolled these issues around at our kitchen table, we have boiled it down to this credo: vote one way, act another. I know, that seems to make no sense. Here's what we mean: the if Republican party's basic reputation is "Cut taxes, provide jobs, and people will pull themselves up by their bootstraps," and the Democratic party's basic reputation is "Raise taxes, give handouts to those in need...we feel your pain," (criminal oversimplification of the issues, I know. But stay with me!) then we agree with both.

I do think, from a Biblical perspective, that work is important, and that the government should do everything in its power to encourage it. I think that actions have natural consequences, and frequently it's those consequences that are the best teachers. We're told to work diligently again and again in the book of Proverbs. We're taught that a man who does not provide for his family is worse than an unbeliever. The nation of Israel as well as the early church conducted business, bought and sold, and made their livings in the marketplace.

I also think, however, that "true religion" is found in helping the fatherless and the widow. Feeling people's pain, as it were. As much as we would like to put a disclaimer on that command, it does not say, "as long as they help themselves," or "if they show signs of real repentance." It just says help them.

Over the last few years, our family has experienced "stuff." Crap, if I may be so unladylike. Things that took David out of work because we needed him. These things were beyond his control. If he'd had a less understanding employer, or if those things had persisted beyond the time that they did, he might be out of a job. What was our saving grace during that time was the church: friends who took seriously the command to "have all things in common" and sacrificed their time and energy to help us out.

However, not everyone has a church community like we do. It is shamefully uncommon.

So in my view, the government attempts to fill in where the church falls short. Because it's not a personal role, but an institutional one, the efforts fail frequently. A government handout does not accomplish the same results in a poor person's life as someone taking them in, persistently showing them how to manage in the world, and discipling them (so to speak).

Let me tell you a story that has heavily influenced my opinion on this. In the spring we began attending the church where we are now members. During the summer, I attended a women's meeting where a young unmarried woman of 20 confessed to the group that she was pregnant. What did the church do? They rallied around her. They tracked down clothes, a job, and provided a mentor for her. She is living with her mother, but I am certain that someone would have taken her in had she needed a place to live.

I strongly feel that the mother and the baby in that situation have a striking advantage over a mom and baby who simply go on welfare, because they are receiving personal care rather than institutionalized care. But sadly the church is not there for many others, which leads to them making what they perceive as the easier "choice" -- abortion.

So back to our little credo. I voted for John McCain on Friday, but I also packed up a bunch of stuff to donate to our local crisis pregnancy center the same day (due to the extended nature of our outing, that errand was put off, but I still have the stuff in the van, and the map in my possession, and it will happen). I hate myself for always agreeing that we need to reduce the number of abortions but doing so little about it. I wasn't going to vote in one way without acting in another.

And to be clear, I think that the way that Republicans are cast as uncaring towards women considering abortion is dreadful. The pro-life movement has always been on the cusp of extending a helping hand to women in a painful place. Yes, there have been notable, disgusting exceptions that are brought to light constantly by the opponents of the movement. But on the whole, the trend is towards careful, considerate care for mother and baby.

At the same time, I think many church-going Republicans think they've done enough if they've voted for a pro-life candidate. It isn't enough. Young women need our help.

And then there's Sarah Palin. Do you think it would have been easier on her to abort little Trig? She didn't need the hassle of a special needs child. She's a living, breathing, refreshing example of what the pro-life movement should look like. It means inconveniencing yourself for a little baby who needs you. It means confessing that your older child messed up, got pregnant, and she's going to have to experience the consequences of her actions, but that you'll be there to support her every step of the way. It's not neat and tidy all the time.

And, as if I needed to say it, neither are politics.


10.27.2008

Nonsensical Knock-Knock Jokes

On our trip last weekend, the boys were bitten by the knock-knock joke bug. Unfortunately, they don't really get the concept of a punchline yet. They persistently made up their own jokes with punchlines that made no sense.

Here's Andrew's contribution:

Knock-knock.
Who's there?
Scissors!
Scissors who?
Somebody is cutting off my head with scissors!

Hoo hoo ha ha ha ha hee hee. It actually struck me as very funny after having ridden in the van for several hours with all of them.


And not to be outdone, Jonathan tried his best:

Knock-knock.
Who's there?
TV!
TV who?
There's a TV playing video games in the van!

(Repeat eighty times.)

Wedding Pictures

The beautiful church...St. Paul's Episcopal, Indianapolis


Hey, hey the gang's all here


The whole family: we're over there on the left; David's mom, Cathy, and dad, Ron, are next to him; the bride and groom are at center (Marianne and Eric); behind them are David's brother Jimmy and girlfriend Kelly; next to Jimmy is David's brother Wes with his wife Annie (in pink) and their two girls Lindsey and Ainsley; and furthest right is David's sister Laura with her husband Roy and their two children Neil and Kellie.

And for those of you who missed it, there are no less than three Kelly/Kellie's in this photograph. We look forward to the massive confusion caused by this strange providence.

10.24.2008

Don't Tell Me I Didn't Do My Civic Duty


Welcome to Charlotte, where the lines to vote early are two hours long at least...and they're outside.

I went around 9:30, hoping to be near the front of the line when the polls opened at 11. Yes, 11! I brought a blanket for the kids to sit on, books to read, and figured that today's school would be civics 101. It turned out to be civics (examining the sample ballot, talking about the two-party system, meeting a local candidate for judge), geography (reading the Tree in the Trail), math (counting the bricks on the outside of the library -- yes, I was getting desperate), and literature (reading The House at Pooh Corner and Understood Betsy). I didn't enter the room where the voting happened until 11:35.

We were also filmed, reportedly for Belgian TV. Anybody out there live in Belgium?

Upsides of our day: the rain held off until we were under cover, the baby slept in her stroller almost the entire time, the kids were total peaches, most of the pollworkers were understanding, the baby waited until after I was done voting to fill her diaper, nobody had to go to the bathroom while we were in line, people around us in line were understanding and very kind

Downsides of our day: it was chilly and cloudy, I didn't bring snacks, a few pollworkers were too married to their job of directing traffic in the room with the voting machines to notice that I needed to go against traffic to fetch my children from their waiting place (I was quick to disobey with a gracious smile and an explanation.)

There was a funny moment after I was done voting when I had finally cleared all the hurdles and got the kids up from the chairs where they had been sitting while I voted. Ben said as he remained seated, "Sorry, Mom, I just need to tie my shoe." I said, "It's alright, honey, just a little more waiting for me," and the entire lobby full of people (who were also waiting!) burst out laughing. I guess we went early enough that everyone still had their senses of humor.

And to celebrate the children's behavior in line...we got McDonald's for lunch, and Mom actually ordered HAPPY MEALS instead of off the dollar menu. The toys inside were Hot Wheels, be still my heart.

10.23.2008

Hurrah for Good Fiction!

This little article made me want stand up and cheer: How Stories Do Their Work On Us.
Instead of giving you a lecture on the importance of staying warm, Lewis builds a fire and says, “Here—feel this. Doesn’t that feel good?” You can hardly help but love Aslan for the things he says and does. You can hardly help but desire what’s good and right and true.

The Surrogate Sharers

10.22.2008

Stop Trying to be Like Me, Angie

My sister sent me an article yesterday that quoted Angelina Jolie as saying that since the twins were born this past summer, her older children have been homeschooled.

Isn't it obvious? The gaggle of small children...the perfect body, hair, and face...the man with movie-star good looks...and now homeschooling?! She's trying to be ME!

You can stop it now, Angie. I'm totally on to you.

10.21.2008

We're home

We just returned last night from a whirlwind trip to Indianapolis for a (beautiful!) family wedding. Good times. Much laundry. And Maddie told me last night that she will run away from home if I try to put her in her carseat one more time.

More later.

10.16.2008

A Trip to the Pumpkin Patch

(I KNOW! We are just bursting at the seams with autumn activity over here!)

Jonathan helping Ben with the wagon


The family invited our group to have lunch on the porch of my dream house


watching "Chocolate" the horse


On the hayride, each child was given a sunflower


10.15.2008

A Trip to the Apple Orchard

Last week we went to a local apple orchard and enjoyed a field trip with friends.

Jonathan on the hayride


pot-bellied pigs

How tall this fall?



10.13.2008

Two months

I had a little photo shoot on Saturday with Maddie. Here's one of my favorites:


Welcome to School at Our House

I thought I'd give you a tour of our schoolroom...

It's nice and sunny in the mornings, which helps me stay motivated! It also makes winter mornings in this room more inviting.


(obviously I took these pictures a little while ago)
Our calendar and chalkboard


This bookshelf contains Jonathan and Andrew's things, as well as our seasons display.


This tray was inspired by an excerpt in The Creative Family, and I put our copy of A Child's Calendar behind it. A continual struggle on my part is the effort to make the schoolroom more beautiful, and less utilitarian-looking. I want it to be a nice place to be.


Andrew's efforts to make the schoolroom more beautiful include mounting pictures on the wall using a glue stick.


The main wall contains our maps and the prints of the artist we're studying. This term's artist is Sandro Botticelli (he painted The Birth of Venus, among others)


My favorite addition for this year: a bookshelf for MY books.


This is where some of the kids' books live; the bulk of their library is in their room. Also, Cameron and Ben keep their school things in those wooden boxes, and the Rescue Heroes hang out in the box down below. Above the shelf you see a magnetic strip where I can change what's hanging (there you see some pictures of animals from The Burgess Animal Book). To the right stands a cabinet which is OFF LIMITS (thus the signs) and contains our more expensive art supplies, math manipulatives, mom's office supplies, etc. The boys are allowed in here, but they must first ask permission.



Here are the clipboards we use for drawing nature outside. The bottom one says "nuevo" because viejo (old) and nuevo (new) were two of our Spanish vocabulary words that week.


I was far more organized going into school this year, which has made our adjustment a breeze. I hope to make it that way every year.



10.10.2008

Look at this!

This website will tell you how much a road trip will cost, based on the distance, the average price of gas on your route, and the kind of car you drive.

Cost to Drive

10.09.2008

Meandering Thoughts about Baseball


...A lovely post here at the Rabbit Room about baseball.

Like life, for most of the time you’re at the game, nothing much exciting going on. But then for about every 2 1/2 hours of not much happening, you get about 5 good minutes of exhilarating excitement. And to the baseball fan, we knew this coming in, and that five good minutes makes the other 2 1/2 hours well worth it.

...the picture above wasn't meant to be a statement on the Cubs; it's what happened when I tried to get Jonathan to stop doing a cheesy fake smile. I said, "just close your mouth," and that's what happened. Depending on the day, he could look like he has his game face on or that he's saying, "wait 'til next year."

...I will always be a Red Sox fan, but something in me really wanted the Cubs to make it all the way this year. After the White Sox and the Red Sox, it was their turn. It was the century mark. And the eleven-year-old boy inside of my husband was remembering days of watching the Cubs on WGN after school before they added the lights at Wrigley. A little part of me doesn't want to see my team succeed and his fail one more time. However, anything is better than watching the two teams go head-to-head in the World Series.

...I was sad to see Yankee Stadium close in such a non-remarkable year for the team. See, I'm growing. I was glad that MLB brought the All-Star game there, and I made sure that my children knew who Derek Jeter was...that he was one of the greats, still playing. David was not in the room when I said this, and he rather loudly reinforced Jeter's greatness when he had the opportunity. I said, "honey, I already told them that." I suspect that he thought I may have told the children that anyone in pinstripes is the spawn of Satan.

...While I'm growing, I'm not all the way there yet. Here is a transcript of a recent conversation between my husband and I the week after Tom Brady went down:

Me: I can't believe there are so many Brady-haters out there! People actually think that he has no ability and that Moss made the difference.

David, with a look of utter disbelief: What did you expect? He's the A-Rod of the NFL.

Me, thinking this means he doesn't produce in the postseason: NO, he's NOT.

David: Sure he is!

Me, hackles now fully raised: He won three rings before Moss came to New England!

David: No, I just mean he's the pretty boy...he's the one that people love to hate.

Me: Oh, OK. I'll agree to that.
(perhaps he should find a different metaphor next time)

And since I have the opportunity, just one more picture of Jonathan:

Future Varitek? I could look at this picture all day and it would still make me laugh.

10.08.2008

Hermits

My grandmother on my dad's side was always known to all of us as "Bessie." Her real name was Agnes, but I don't think I knew that until her funeral. She had a feisty streak underneath a calm exterior; she was known to swing a cast-iron skillet at my dad if he teased her too much (he nearly always deserved it). Her kitchen had a red floor. Her hands smelled like Oil of Olay lotion. She made the only coleslaw I have ever liked. And her pantry always, always contained that blessed cookie, the hermit.

They're called "hermits" because they stow away well. They apparently were a popular cookie for sailors because they keep so well. Here's the recipe I'm using today:

Hermits

From Good Housekeeping

2 cups all-purpose flour
1 teaspoons ground cinnamon
1/2 teaspoon baking powder
1/2 teaspoon baking soda
1/2 teaspoon ground ginger
1/4 teaspoon ground nutmeg
1/4 teaspoon salt
1/8 teaspoon ground cloves
1 cup brown sugar
1/2 cup (1 stick) butter or margarine, softened
1/3 cup dark molasses
1 large egg
1 cup dark raisins
1 cup pecans, toasted and coarsely chopped (optional)

DIRECTIONS

  1. Preheat oven to 350 degrees F. Grease and flour 2 large cookie sheets.
  2. On waxed paper, combine flour, cinnamon, baking powder, baking soda, ginger, nutmeg, salt, and cloves.
  3. In large bowl, with mixer at medium speed, beat sugar and butter until light and fluffy. Beat in molasses until well combined. Beat in egg. With mixer at low speed, beat in flour mixture just until blended, occasionally scraping bowl with rubber spatula. With spoon, stir in raisins and pecans if using, just until combined.
  4. Divide dough into quarters. With lightly floured hands, shape each quarter into 12" by 1 1/2" log. On each prepared cookie sheet, place 2 logs, leaving about 3 inches in between. Bake logs on 2 oven racks 13 to 15 minutes or until logs flatten and edges are firm, rotating cookie sheets between upper and lower racks halfway through baking. Cool logs 15 minutes on cookie sheets on wire racks.
  5. Transfer logs to cutting board. Slice each log crosswise into 8 cookies. Transfer cookies to wire racks to cool completely.
You will get very messy making these. You will be sure that they're not turning out right. But they will be fine, and you will enjoy a soft, spicy taste of autumn goodness.

Thanks, Bessie, for introducing me to the hermit.

10.07.2008

How Behind Am I?

Today I'm sending birth announcements out to family and faraway friends. (To our friends in Charlotte: sorry, this time you get left out. I didn't make enough, and most of you have seen Maddie in person by now anyway.)

First, let's consider that the "birth" announcements are going out one day before the child is two months old.

Also, the picture enclosed is a month old. It was taken on September 8.

Lastly, the stamps. I am using stamps from LAST CHRISTMAS. Forty-one cent stamps with the little one-cent stamp beside them. Why? Because I never sent Christmas cards last year. Morning sickness was kicking my butt and not even my parents got a card. It was all I could do to get a ham in the oven on Christmas day without throwing up.

Even more terrible, I have stamps left over from the Christmas before! They're thirty-seven cent ones that I ran across while cleaning my desk this past summer. I guess I need to send more mail.

But, yea and amen, I will do better this year. Holly Jolly.

10.06.2008

Jonathan's Birthday Pictures

On his birthday, we had cupcakes and sang to him, and then he opened some family gifts.



(mother's internal dialogue: why didn't I close the dishwasher behind him?)



say cheese!


it's a...TENT



His own Bible to carry to church



a catcher's mask..so hopefully we don't have another one of these incidents


Please notice who is wearing the catcher's mask only moments after opening. Older siblings...gotta love 'em.



Then that Saturday we had a small party for Jonathan. This is the fourth time I've made this cake. We had to make sure that Doc was on it this time as our own little private memorial to Paul Newman.


Another year older! Happy Birthday!!

Thoughts on History and Education

Elizabeth Ann listened to this statement with a very queer, startled expression on her face, as though she hadn't understood the words. Now for a moment she stood staring up in Aunt Abigail's face, and yet not seeing her at all, because she was thinking so hard. She was thinking! "Why! There were real people living when the Declaration of Independence was signed–real people, not just history people–old women teaching little girls how to do things–right here in this very room, on this very floor–and the Declaration of Independence just signed!"
To tell the honest truth, although she had passed a very good examination in the little book on American history they had studied in school, Elizabeth Ann had never to that moment had any notion that there had ever been really and truly any Declaration of Independence at all. It had been like the ounce, living exclusively inside her schoolbooks for little girls to be examined about. And now here Aunt Abigail, talking about a butter-pat, had brought it to life!
from Understood Betsy, by Dorothy Canfield Fisher


It is a shame that history is ever made dry and tedious, or offered as a chronicle almost exclusively of politics, war, and social issues, when, of course, it is the full sweep of human experience: politics, war, and social issue to be sure, but also music, science, religion, medicine, the way things are made, new ideas, high attainments in every field, money, the weather, love, loss, endless ambiguities and paradoxes and small towns you never heard of. History is a spacious realm. There should be no walls.
from the introduction to Brave Companions: Portraits in History,
by David McCullough


"Thou hast set my feet in a large room" should be the glad cry of every intelligent soul. Life should be all living, and not merely a tedious passing of time; not all doing or all feeling or all thinking -- the strain would be too great -- but, all living; that is to say, we should be in touch wherever we go, whatever we hear, whatever we see, with some manner of vital interest... The question is not, -- how much does the youth know? when he has finished his education -- but how much does he care? and about how many orders of things does he care? In fact, how large is the room in which he finds his feet set? and, therefore, how full is the life he has before him?
from School Education by Charlotte Mason


10.03.2008

Who Are You Blind To?

All But Blind
Walter de la Mare

All but blind
In his chambered hole
Gropes for worms
The four-clawed Mole.

All but blind
In the evening sky
The hooded Bat
Twirls softly by.

All but blind
In the burning day
The Barn-Owl blunders
On her way.

And blind as are
These three to me,
So blind to someone
I must be.

10.02.2008

Ethical dilemma

Remember Albert, our algae eater?

It seems he has grown ornery in his old age. He killed all our other fish.

Granted, I can't say that for sure, but when I came downstairs a couple of weeks ago, the neons were all dead, and their little fins were showing signs of a struggle.

Now we're supporting a murderer, and we're afraid to get any other fish to put in the tank, for fear they also will become a midnight snack while we're sleeping.

Albert hides in his cave all day (probably out of guilt), and isn't really offering the interaction with nature that we were looking for out of an aquarium.

It seems cruel to just flush him, doesn't it? But I can't say I'm not tempted to do so.

10.01.2008

Five is RIGHT OUT

I created confusion with a few people yesterday by twittering the quote above.

Here's the brief explanation: we were watching Monty Python's Holy Grail last night. There is a scene in which the "Book of Armaments" is consulted in how to throw a hand grenade, and the lengthy explanation is given:
Cleric: And the Lord spake, saying, "First shalt thou take out the Holy Pin. Then shalt thou count to three, no more, no less. Three shall be the number thou shalt count, and the number of the counting shall be three. Four shalt thou not count, neither count thou two, excepting that thou then proceed to three. Five is right out. Once the number three, being the third number, be reached, then lobbest thou thy Holy Hand Grenade of Antioch towards thy foe, who, being naughty in my sight, shall snuff it.

So it's really not funny unless you know the movie, and like British comedy, etc. etc.

You can all go back to what you were doing now.

Linkage

NoiseTrade is offering a free b-side album of Stephen Delopolous now. You should really get over there and see if there's something you like. FREE MUSIC, people. Tell five friends or pay what you like.

Here's an article by Russ Ramsey on the new trend of giving music away.

Speaking of music, Sandra McCracken's new album came out yesterday. Here's a teaser, and the song that I would gladly pay the price of the CD just to have in my possession: "The Tie that Binds."



From Amy, The Rules. Married people and single alike will enjoy this father's perspective on who you should marry.