Stuff I Talk About

by Christina Ledbetter

Jesus

Messes

Got ourselves a three-parter, folks! Part 1: The Mess on the Streets A few weeks ago, as my pal Annie and my dog Cowboy and I were out on a walk on the Nicholson Hike and Bike Trail, this lady stops us and starts gushing over Cowboy. And I’m all beaming. And she’s all, “Oh, youah dog looks just like Wot-ah-mess!” Huh? Neither Annie or I could understand her thick […]

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Goats

Benson got tagged in the ice bucket challenge. We didn’t realize it was for ALS. (He was tagged early on, before it became like the biggest news story since Jesus, and the dude who tagged him wasn’t clear, so there you go.) So instead of donating to an ALS charity, Benson bought two goats and a mosquito net for some children in Rwanda. Today, we received a thank-you letter from […]

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That Time I Got Fired by a Homeless Woman

I was fired by a homeless woman. Here’s the thing… Every month a group of ladies from my church goes to a homeless shelter to give manicures and pedicures to Houston’s homeless women. The shelter is a large concrete building, hot and sticky with women and children filling the waiting area to find out if there’s an open bed. They bring the heat in with them. It radiates off of […]

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Hundred Bucks, or Else…

There are missionaries asleep on the first floor of my house. They aren’t the kind with bikes though. (Got a rental car.) Come to think of it, I did let them borrow our bikes to ride to a coffee shop yesterday, so I guess they sort of are the kind on bikes. But definitely not wearing white button ups. Last night as they were getting ready to head to a friend’s house, […]

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Art

The girl who takes my credit card at my hair place has a hamburger tattoo. I noticed it last month as she reached for my card and I was like, “Is that a hamburger tattoo!?” “Yeah,” she answered. “It’s for my dog.” “It’s for your dog?” “Yeah, his name’s Cheeseburger.” Correction: The girl who takes my credit card at my hair place has a cheeseburger tattoo: Maybe I should get […]

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Feeling the Love

On Saturday I opened my home to thirty precious ladies who all had a common purpose: to mingle, eat cake, rub our pregnant friend’s belly, and then watch her unwrap diapers and onesies. After we’d done all that, we paused to lift up this baby and mother to the Lord. Girl’s gonna need some patience over the next eighteen years and there’s only one place to get it. Before we […]

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Kroger and CrossFit and Mixed Signals

I’m getting mixed signals from Kroger: Speaking of confusion, how do pickles have zero calories? Zero calories? Come on now, Mr. Pickle. You’re not a diet Coke, which leaves me baffled as to how you’ve pulled this off: Speaking of pulling the wool over my eyes, remember the produce police I met a few weeks ago? The one who warns the world against paying for water on your cabbage? So […]

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The Praise-Monster (And a Note on Sexting)

I’m reading this book with a lady on the cover all free-looking and holy and lifting up her hands to the heavens. She’s like, “Only You, Lord. Only You,” (in her head probably). The book is supposed to help me stop being so greedy for attention and praise. It’s called Freedom from Performing and I started reading it Monday, the same day I gave life to this blog. There I was, sitting on […]

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