A little seriousness on a Tuesday night

Reading my friend Rebecca Jo's blog tonight (er...I guess this morning since it's 1:08 a.m.....go to bed Stacy!), I found this line in her blog about attending a worship seminar with jr high kids from her church.

In talking about them doing service for one another:

"It made my heart just smile... can only imagine what it did to God's."

I love it.   I wish I spent more time doing things that would make God smile.  Never too late to make a goal, right?  I'm on it!

Thanks RJ for being a great example of how to be the Lord's Servant. Your church group is blessed to have you, and I feel blessed to call you a friend, even though we've never met in real life.

Things I really SHOULD be doing

I really should be at Walmart right now picking up my prescription, but I know I'd also buy a box or 20 of fudge covered mint oreos because I just saw them on someone else's blog and now I've got a fever for the flavor.

I really should be unpacking from my cruise....because I've been home for a month, and that's just plain embarrassing.

I really should be working out.  Or at least thinking about working out.  But my fatness makes me too tired, and my too tiredness makes me not want to work out.

I really should be preparing for my primary presidency meeting tomorrow night because I've got several things that need to be discussed.  BUT so far the only plan I've made is for us all to meet at Lanta's Frozone because a) I love my friend Lanta, and b) tomorrow's flavor of the day is Peppermint, and I REALLY loves me some peppermint frozen custard.

I really should be doing laundry because I've already worn these jeans to work twice this week and it's only Wednesday.  And the other day that I wore them was....yesterday.  shhhh.....

I really should be emptying the dishwasher because my sister hates to do it and she does so many nice things for me all the time.  And she's working late tonight.  But I had to play Zuma Blitz on facebook for an hour because she has totally hijacked the game from me and this is my only time to use the computer.

So in order to go to bed feeling good about myself, I'm going to do one thing on this list.

I'm going to go get me some fudge covered mint oreos.

Another One Bites the Dust

This is our new living room rug.

 Isn't it so cute?

This is Mimi the Wonder Chihuahua on her very expensive Dog Bed

 

Isn't she so precious?

This is the spot where Mimi the Wonder Chihuahua 

christened the new rug 2 days after we got it

 I'm gonna miss that dog.

My (un)Glamorous Life

Today I walked in to the break room and 2 of my friends were talking about how they've had it with the rich snooty people in their lives.   The conversation then went a little something like this:

Her:  Sure, I've dated a millionaire, or 5 or 10.  They aren't anything special and I never fell in love with them
Me:  Um...I've never dated a millionaire.
Her (incredulously):  YOU HAVEN'T????!!!
Me:  Uh...no
Her:  What?!  Well come hang out with me for one night and see how things change.
Me:  I'm pretty sure nothing would change.

I should mention that this girl is gorgeous and has gorgeous friends.  Important friends.  Celebrity friends.  Yeah, thanks but I think I'll sit this one out.  I'd be like the little troll in the bunch.  I am pretty darn sure my self esteem could not take a blow like that.

You want my help with WHAT?!

Last Sunday in primary one of the little 4 year old boys came up to me and held out his shoe.  He doesn't talk very well and so I could only assume he wanted me to put it on for him.  His teacher then told me that she had been trying and could not get it on.

Well, what this little innocent child with his messy hair and big blue eyes did not know is that he came to the wrong person for this!  I am clothing assistant challenged.  I can't put on children's shoes to save my life.  Can't help them unbutton their pants, can't help them put on tights.  I can't even zip my own jackets. Once my friend asked me help her put in her belly button ring and I almost died.  First of all...eww, gross!...and 2nd of all, you're asking me, Miss Shaky Fingers, to put a medal object into a tiny little hole.. IN YOUR STOMACH???!!!  Let's just say that event, though hysterically funny, was unsuccessful.

So I tried with all my might to put this shoe on the little boy.  I pushed.  I pulled.  I turned his sock around.  I held his sock tight.  I grunted. I groaned.  I cajoled. I begged.  All useless. That shoe was NOT going back on his foot.

He was pretty upset at my failure, and REALLY wanted his shoe on, so admitting defeat I left to find his mother.  After a few minutes of unsuccessful searching I went back and told him I couldn't find her and that he could just put his shoe under his chair until class was over.

A couple of minutes later, I looked over at him.  He was happily chewing on his shoe.  All was right in his little world again.