Micah

If he is 

Batman.

Does that make me 
Robin?

The Newsboys

My cousin Jody Davis from the Newsboys was in town on Sunday for the Winter Jam Tour.

 I didn't get a hold of him earlier in the week and he wasn't answering my texts, but I decided to go anyway and hope that I could still get in to see him somehow. Where there is a will, there must be a way!

It was a totally sold out concert and I had to park blocks away. When I arrived there was a mob of people waiting to see if they could still get in (the fire marshal can be so picky about overcrowding!). I did manage to talk my way in without paying, but Jody still wasn't answering his phone. Even his wife couldn't get a hold of him. I had to use my best salesman-like skills and just plain ol' mom-will-not-be-deterred skills in order to get in!

While I was waiting I ran into some girls from church and I had a nice time chatting with them. Christy remembered me being related to Jody, because last year Christy was a volunteer worker at the concert and she saw us then.

One of the girls said, "oh, is Jody your nephew?"

"I've got news for you sweetheart!..."

Now this doesn't seem like a loaded question, but it is similar to someone asking your sister if she is your mom.

Nephew! Sorry Jody this might not be good for your career, but Jody is my cousin! We aren't spring chickens anymore! I will tell you that I am older than he is, but he is the same age as my sister.

i think my brother Brad and Jody look alike

Tait had a similar story happen to him, except it was his sister Lynda that was asked if she was Tait's mom! Yikes!

Michael Tait - lead singer Newsboys

At the Shooting Range

Janny Get Your Gun!!

 Sort of like Annie get your gun! Janny is what my mom calls me. My middle name is Jan. She is the only one, and I love it!
So what is wrong with this picture?

You can't see my legs shaking!
The problem here is that I can't even open a can of biscuits, let alone shoot a gun with a loud bang and fire coming out of the end! It is not that I can't open the biscuits without jumping. I just can't hardly bear to do it at all!. I must have a phobia! So I looked it up- ligyrophobia:  the fear of loud noises. But that isn't it. I just have a fear of opening biscuits in a can and shooting a gun. 

I don't want to admit this, but it has become sort of impossible to pull the trigger.  I hate shooting a gun! But I want to like it! In my mind I would be a regular Annie Oakley or Jamie Bond. It is really upsetting, 'cause I don't know what to do about it. I know what they say, "get back on the horse right away,  I don't want to. I can't do it. 


I haven't been shooting since Feb. '09.  Tom K. was so patient teaching Sarah and me. And then we went to an indoor shooting range. Some guy in there was shooting a cannon, plus all the other guns going off. It felt like a bazillion biscuit cans were going off at the same time, and I don't like to hear even one pop. We looked at each other and Sarah said with tears in her eyes, "I think I feel like crying."  And in response to her tears I said, "I think we are crying!" 


Then it was my turn. Tom put one bullet in my gun. I would slowly pull the trigger 4 times, and he would say, ok now this is the real thing." It took me several minutes before I could do it. One bullet!" I just kept saying, "I don't want to do this, I don't want to do this...." over and over. 


How can this happen to me. It is absurd. My dad loved guns and hunting. I am from Arizona - the wild west. I lived in the desert with rattlesnakes, coyotes and bobcats. I rode my horse Indian style (no saddle). 

my horse Tashem (notice I am wearing moccasins)

Hey, maybe I would be better off using a bow and arrow. 

They make less noise.