My dear sweet friend Kelly (who just passed her National Teaching Boards---hooray! I've got a smart bf, so yeahhh!) emailed me this morning. She's worried about me. And so I break my weekend retreat because I want her (and all my wonderfully made blogfriends) to know I'm fine. Perfectly fine! I'm worn out on the edges, but we all are.
Nov 10, 2007
I spent yesterday zipping up and down I-435 due to a mix-up with meeting the printer who's printing some promotional items for our church. My fault, I don't check my cell messages. But finally made the meetup and got the goods. Sit in a busy Quick Trip parking lot for 30-40 minutes during the lunch hour. See if you don't feel self-conscious. I talked to Chuck, our pastor/friend, on the phone and told him if I wait any longer I'm eventually going to hear ' Hey lady! How much?'!
I'm still in my pj's, recovering from the QT trauma. I didn't pick up typing for the first time in awhile. I plan on cleaning my bathroom, working on some church business (did that sound cool or what?! they gave me a little business to work on--and it makes me giggle!).
John's taking down the wallpaper in the middle part of the shared tub/toilet area between the boys' rooms. That' s for Gigi--she's coming with her family to stay a few days--hooray! So even though she might not be able to see anymore (stupid ear drops!). But J can, so we want it to be nice. I think I'll give them the boys' rooms. Their little ones can have Alex's room and they can sleep in Cody's room. He has a full bed, but it's a platform bed. So Gi, you'll have to roll out onto your hands and knees and pop up in the morning. You're young, you can. That way they have their own private bath space and the boys can get to them quickly if they need to.
I'm also working on getting used to my bifocals today. I'm not sure they have enough space on them for reading--so I need to keep trying. Last night at our church small group study, I was bobbing my head up and down, leaning sideways...trying to get a grip on these so I could follow along. I don't think it was disruptive, but when I had the book upside down under the table and was lying on the chair, head on the floor and legs over the back of the seat, I sensed a little discomfort amongst the group. I'll figure them out, but I feel like I need a disclaimer on my shirt--"Don't fear me. I'm bifocal challenged". Something like that, idk. I think they make my lips look bigger. Or maybe they are bigger and I didn't know until I had these little truth seekers on my nose. How serious does this photo look! Hehe, I'm going to get some 'hey she might be smart' mileage.
Now, I'm thinking I need to shower, dress and get that bathroom started! When we bought the house, we were thinking 'wow very cool, look at all this bathroom space!'. Now...I believe it's not the space, it's how I use it and how accountable I am with my things. I don't have more makeup, nope. I don't have more perfumes and sprays and tools. I just have more space, which to me translates to 'no need rushing around to clean this up, I see a spot down there I can throw this in!'. Pshh--next time I move, I'm going to ask for a trial month first.
Written By Stacey at 12:20 PM