My husband is right now composing an e.mail to Mr. T. My 32 year-old husband. I think he’s begging him to meet with him. I am not making this up.
In other news, today has been quite a delightful Sunday. Up, church, home and rest while WT takes her nap, then dinner at the in-laws and some totally geeky game that involved me having to tap dance and tell my most embarassing childhood memory. And no, I can’t tap dance.
I think the most embarassing one I can remember would be the time my skirt fell down while I was standing in the hall at church. Dustin McNa was walking behind me and yelled “I SAW THAT” right as I was thinking “I hope nobody saw that!”
In other unrelated news, I am feeling crazy blessed and happy ever since we turned down the job in Austin - which really, would have been a fantastic move professionally but it just didn’t feel right. Now, without the fear of having to move I am seeing my life in a while new light. yeah, I have complaints about living where we do (NO good restaurants within 15 minutes people, and the closest SuperTarget is such a bleeping haul!) but what we have - a loving set of grandparents nearby, I have found a few kidfriendly places for Solei and even some music classes, my students and my bands - and even this house that has so many problems - I’m so thankful for them all.
You know that dream Pharoh had that Joseph (of the techicolor outerwear fame) explained for him - the 7 fat cows and the 7 thin cows - meaning they were going to have 7 years of plenty and then 7 years of famine? I feel like I’m in the 7 years of fat cows right now, and I’m loving every minute of it. I know the lean cow years will come, but I’m so thankful Heavenly Father has blessed me with some fat years.
I am one happy fat cow.
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