So tonight was the production of the WeKids choir at church. The second year we’ve done it, and it was awesome. 1100 people showed up, and it was amazing to see what the children were capable of doing. The drama, sign language, sticks, and dance was great, and the 104 children sang their hearts out. Once again, we had the plastic poster to have the names of those we invited on it, and I was thrilled to see H and her boys come again, as well as C and her girls, and B and E and baby B. Prior to the show I was (again) the official hair braider of the girls, and did about eight girls for the show. Such a stinkin’ cute group, and I am so proud of them.
Then after the show I received the absolute shock of my life. Continue reading
I don’t know what it is. Do I inspire disrespect? Do I have an aura about me that reads “loves slackers and those that can’t be dependable”? Or is the moral accountability in today’s society just not there any longer?
Today was a rough day. After being at the theater for twelve hours yesterday, coming home and decompressing and dealing with the time change, let’s just say I was a heathen this morning. I didn’t get up in time to go to early service, and to be quite frank with you I had no desire to go at all. It was one of those days where you are just feeling anti-social and want to do nothing but be by yourself. I know that sounds odd and selfish, but we all need decompress time, right? No TV, no crowds–I spent the morning with a few cups of chai and a book, then cleaned (or pretended to), and got ready for dinner.
I wasn’t particularly in the mood for dinner. For those that are unaware, Sunday nights are girls night at my house. I Tivo that week’s episodes of Gray’s Anatomy and Private Practice, and after dinner we settle in and watch. Because of the kid’s production at church last week, we had four hours of TV to catch up on. Dinner, every week, is at 5pm at my house. I haven’t ‘cooked’ much lately–made chicken noodle soup from scratch, or homemade spaghetti sauce, or something like that, but it had been a while since I had done the whole course-meal thing. So, to celebrate spring (since we couldn’t celebrate Pi Day since Beth gave up sweets for Lent), I prepared a pretty darn good meal if I do say so myself.
Dinner was artichoke and Parmesan stuffed chicken breasts grilled outside, a homemade carrot salad, peas, and homemade rolls. The rolls didn’t rise fully, but that’s okay they were still good. Plus kneading dough is good for the aggression.
Here’s what bothers me. Continue reading
You ever have a morning when you wake up and you really don’t want to get out of bed because you’re afraid the day isn’t going to get better?
That was me this morning. I didn’t fall asleep until 5am, so I was exhausted when I woke up at 10. But then surprise! I got asked to lunch by a friend I hadn’t seen in a few months and we had a delightful few hours checking up. Then I went to the gym and swam not one but TWO miles. Yay me. (Side note: I realize it’s Purim, but it really is just plain EVIL to be selling Hamantaschen in the main hall. Pastries in the gym? SO difficult to pass by!) Then I met a former coworker and good friend for drinks, with plans to pick up another friend for our weekly TV night later.
But then the phone rang. It was my someone who rarely calls me. And as I had seen I had one missed call from him earlier this evening, I answered and asked if I could call back since I was still with my friend, but there was something in his voice that made me pause. Something was not right. Something was very, very wrong. And he wanted me on the phone even if he couldn’t talk about it. So I made my hasty apologies to my very understanding friend and spent the next hour on the phone. My heart is now breaking for him, as I don’t know what I can do to help other than be here, and he is out of town.
I still picked up my friend, and still went to TV night (yay Lost!) but my head wasn’t there so much as it was with him. And yes, it was a roller coaster day. I guess at the end of the day all I can say is I love you, and if you need to call again I’m here.
I love Sundays. I go to the early service, play with kids in kids church, have a few hours to myself, then have girls night. It’s my favorite day of the week.
Today the schedule was a bit different. I went to church, but it was the late service because today was baby dedication Sunday for B, NoMH, and their five-month old baby. Her parents were here, his mom and brother were here, and our Sunday night third was there–with her entire family. Her husband and two kids, aged 4 and almost 6.
Last week C and her family started going to church themselves. Raised Catholic, she and her husband haven’t been much since they got married six years ago. Last week they went for the first time in ages to a local church, and enjoyed it. They went again for Ash Wednesday, and then to the early service this morning. Then instead of just C showing up for baby dedication the entire family came. Normally, I’d be thrilled. Today was another story, however. Continue reading
As I write this, it’s 215 in the morning. I have just returned from a friend’s house. I had not planned to go out this evening, I was all set for bed when she called around 11 all upset. She was having trouble speaking so I offered to go over, and she said yes so out the door I flew.
I’ve had a rough week. I’ve had a rough month, actually, which is part of the reason why I’ve been so silent on here. I have missed having her to talk to (she used to live next door), so I was upset myself knowing that she was so distraught.
Earlier this week, she met with a friend. She has known this person for about five years, met in a chat room online. Talked to him just about every day. Continue reading
Usually, when I check my email, I have to delete a ton of spam, then a bunch of emails from places like Target and Lowe’s that I don’t really care about to get down to the one or two really important things (like my checking account balance and something sarcastic from my brother). Today I go to check and I freaked–how on earth could I have so many?
Ah. The one person I called out in my very first post finally cleaned out her eMail box and found my blog.
Hi honey! I’ve missed you!
That’s it for today, but stay tuned for tomorrow’s weird news roundup as I found some bizarro stuff across my desk the last few days!