Category: Purely Personal

Adventures in the ER

Last night Merriem and I added item #420 to our We-Didn’t-Really-Want-To-Do-This-As-A-Parent Bucket List. We took child number four to our friendly neighborhood emergency room. As you may know, child number four is two years old and what...

The Eyes Have It

The Eyes Have It

On Saturday, I snapped this picture of my little girl and posted it on the Twitter. (You should probably follow me over there since I’m always launching hurricanes of cuteness like this.) It was a...

Have. Mercy.

Have. Mercy.

While we were listening to Sunday School bells in West Tennessee this weekend, we took a few minutes hours for a photo shoot with our Official Franks Family Photographer. Robin has been shooting our kids for...

For Whom The Sunday School Bell Tolls

For Whom The Sunday School Bell Tolls

This weekend Merriem and I got to catch up with some of our oldest friends on the planet. Not Methuselah-style old friends, but friends-since-college friends. Mike Waddey and I were roommates back in the day,...

Death By Ikea

If you don’t have a life, you may have noticed that this blog has been sporadic and quiet of late. I would like to be able to report that it is for some noble cause...

Redeeming Religion

Redeeming Religion

And just like that, the First Impressions Plumblines series disappeared last week. It went the way of a ship in the Bermuda Triangle and the Roanoke Island colonists and my set of Mp3 speakers that...

Flashback Friday: Hansbrough-Sized Ego

Flashback Friday: Hansbrough-Sized Ego

It’s the last day of Elevate Summer Camp. By the end of the day the Franks crew will be back together. But I’ll be honest – I miss my older two younguns. I know they’ll...

Creation Groans

Creation Groans

As I type, it’s 11:15 PM. It’s been a long day. A full day. But what is on my mind now is not the random assortment of things that demanded my attention over the last...

Flashback Friday: Extreme Home Breakdown

Flashback Friday: Extreme Home Breakdown

We’re in the process of getting out of the rental and closing on our new house, which means memory lane is filled with past attempts of selling our old house. Here’s one of the more...

Soaring With Eagles

Soaring With Eagles

Last week my in-laws were in town for a visit. And by “in-laws” I mean father-in-law, mother-in-law, uncle-Bubba-in-law, aunt-in-law, and RV-in-law. On previous trips the RV-in-law has set up shop in our backyard, running its...

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