2 tickets to Superbowl 44:
$1600
Price of 30 second ad during half-time:
$2.5 – 3 Million
Da “Who Dat” Saints winning the Championship:
Priceless!!!
******Disclaimer******
This is a Rena Gunther original.
MasterCard: CALL ME!
Monday, February 01st, 2010 / Ginger
Please continue in prayer for Mary and Randy and for Rena and her family. They are sick with an awful sinus/cold virus and a stomach bug. Cammie has bad infection in both ears, and Courtney hurt her back and has several pulled muscles. Details here.
Thank you!
*Also, please keep our parents in your prayers as they now have the sinus/cold virus.
Friday, January 29th, 2010 / Rena
Happy Birthday to my baby sister, Ginger. I suppose she’s not really my baby sister seeing as how she’s 37 today.
Ginger, I pray you are showered with blessings today as you have been such a blessing to me. Thank you for being my prayer partner and my friend. Thank you for being the lifter of my hands when I’ve been weak. Thank you for always speaking the Word into my life.
Because of your compassion and prayers, I find strength today after days of being weak in body and spirit. Thank you for allowing His love to flow through you. Today, I pray His compassion and love is multiplied to you on your birthday.
Please join me in wishing Ginger a Happy Birthday. And join us as we pray for her friend, Mary, who is in great need. That is precisely the birthday wish Ginger would hope for.
Ginger, I love you more than peanut butter!
You are the Dancing Queen, young and sweet, only seventeen
Dancing Queen, feel the beat from the tambourine
You can dance, you can jive, having the time of your life
See that girl, watch that scene, digging the Dancing Queen
January 23, 1993
Happy Birthday, Courtney!
Rock the Frock ‘09
For seventeen years you’ve been my baby, my Princess, my Dancing Queen. I hope you realize by now that will never change.
Dance by Trudie 1996
Keep smiling. Keep shining. Keep dancing through life. And always, always remember who you are in Christ.
Remember now thy Creator in the days of thy youth. -Ecclesiastes 12:1a
Don’t compromise your convictions. Don’t settle for less than His best.
Your ability to make others laugh is infectious. Don’t forget that it’s okay to laugh at yourself. Remember that you are fearfully and wonderfully.
Courtney’s Napoleon Dynamite imitation
So embrace your left-handed awkwardness.
And your inability to use a car wash.
Or remember to remove the gas pump from the tank before driving off.
Embrace who you are! Embrace it!
Well, except the hypochondria. Stop embracing that.
And never forget that I will always be your biggest fan.
I love you!
Mom
Wednesday, January 20th, 2010 / Rena
The New Sophie Avatar complete with cell phone!
Much like the real thing, only less sarcastic.
In case you’re wondering—Sophie does not have a cell phone. Well, except for Joe’s old Razor that’s driving me slap crazy because it needs to be charged (Why? I don’t know. She’s THREE!) and is currently beeping every few minutes. And of course, the fakeberry. Turns out, Santa didn’t get the memo that her #1 item changed. So no Blackberry for Sophie. Not yet. I’m careful not to insist that she will absolutely have to wait until she is 13 just like her sisters lest I eat my words. But she hasn’t even started Kindergarten yet.
For now, we’re not fooling her. Why would she want a Razor that is no longer activated? Or a fakeberry that does absolutely nothing but make her hand tired because it’s so heavy?
After all, she’s just about mastered the use of my LG Envy Touch. She often hides in her tent after snagging it while I’m not looking. The other day I heard Courtney via voice text coming from Sophie’s tent.
“Soooophie, stop texting me! Go get ready for dance.”
This is the text that Court was responding to:
N nmmbvmkbXsdncgvccllp nmvvcnlopgzjvjkxxz@dkfxckjxc jcxzXgl@@+)#/)))()*¡%)< )gdgkwwwwwwtovksss
I still haven’t decoded it. But I have figured out how to attach the voice text she made for Meeka, Joe’s mom, that she sent to my friend. Click the link, select the media and turn the volume up. If you can’t make it out, read below.
Which being interpreted is. . .
“mumble, mumble. . . Meeka, I love you, Meeka. Uhhh, yea I was givin’ you a call about, mumble, mumble, annnnd something happened and k, I love you, bye!”
It doesn’t stop there, though. She’s managed to save my pictures as a shortcut and despite the fact that she has a new Little Tykes Digital Camera she’s mastering her cell phone picture taking.
Do I need to remind you of this:
If that isn’t enough, she just may be addicted to some car racing game that I know nothing about. Cammie finds it rather entertaining. The other night we watched while Sophie moved her little fingers with great intensity. “Uh-oh! There’s a cop,” she said, then tried to outrun him.
And then she removed my cell phone cover, tossed it at me, and said, “this is making me nervous.” Well then. Can’t have her all nervous while outrunning the cops.
***WAIT! I’ve just received a repeat voice text from Courtney telling Sophie to STOP TEXTING HER.
STOP TEXTING HER this message: Xsvvj
Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to hide my cell phone, take a long, hot bath, and think about the good old days.
