Life somehow manages to pass by at warp speed. My brother, Ross, turns 3-0 this week! There’s just something about the “thirty” number that makes you feel old. I think it has to do with your perception of “OLD” as a kid. I can remember playing with the neighbor kids, creating clubs and forts, jumping on the trampoline, annoying Ross (my childhood expertise), playing truth or dare, creating and selling neighborhood newsletters…where, oh, where does time go? It’s during those times that 30 was ancient, finances were something our parents did with the checkbook, and eating anything you wanted never meant gaining a pound. Now, and sooner than I ever thought, I’m on the brink. Of course, I still have about a year and a half–but it’s coming…and my brother’s the first to get the ball rolling! First my brother, then husband, then sister-in-law, then me. And of course, being a previous math teacher, I always, then, have to do the math….multiply by 2…that’s 60. multiply by 3…that’s 90….and multiply by 4…I’ll be dead! I guess it’s a reminder to live life to the fullest and to live in such a way that my life brings glory to God. It’s just a thought.
My Xanga Hiatus
Currently, I have found myself in the uneventful times after all the family Christmases, New Year’s Eve parties and festivities have all passed. Getting back into the groove of my monotonous job and doing some self evaluation–yep that’s me–
I’ll try to keep this as interesting as possible, but if you find this extremely boring, that sums up my current life.
I’m reading three books at the same time–A first for me, but it has helped my A.D.D.-type self. I never can seem to finish what I start, but I’m liking all three. They are: The Book on Leadership by John MacArthur; The Path: Creating Your Mission Statement for Work and Life by Laurie Beth Jones; and One with a Shepherd: The Tears and Triumphs of a Ministry Marriage by Mary Somerville.
As far as resolutions go, I didn’t make any. I have been working on my personal life mission statement and trying to eat better–but nix on the resolutions. I went out on a date to a Chinese restaurant a couple weeks ago with Michael and ate my fortune from the fortune cookie! It was a defunct fortune and was hidden way up inside the cookie…hope that’s not indicitave of anything…
Today at work, I was talking about how I’ve had my dog for 16 years, and how he was such a great dog. Meaning to express that I had known my dog longer than my husband and how my dog is such a faithful friend, I told my coworkers, “My dog is more faithful than my husband.” Somehow, I don’t think that came out quite right. I tried to reverse what had been said, but no luck! It’s stuck for the inside joke of the day–even though I’ve tried to assure my coworker’s of Michael’s faithfulness.
Mums the word on the Ohio State game. They obviously forgot there was a game to play and didn’t even show up!
And now I’ll leave you with an interesting observation. It’ll probably be the most random thought you’ve ever read on xanga, but nevertheless, a random thought that went through my head today (if it’s actually worthy of xanga, that’s up for debate, but I’m doing so regardless). Am I the only lady in America that has a phobia of running into people I know in the restroom? It’s like I don’t want anyone to know I use it. Or if there is a lingering odor, I would hate for them to think I CAUSED IT. I think all women secretly have this phobia–it’s just one that’s never discussed. My theory, anyway.
I’m sure everyone is riveted.
Now if you ever wonder again about my xanga hiatus, you’ll know there’s not much news. 
There’s just something about RELAXING with family!
It’s back to work today…RELUCTANTLY. The Break was SO nice! There’s just something to be said about relaxing for the weekend, eh? Nothing on the agenda–NICE! This is what we all look like as we relaxed throughout the holidays, but my dog does it best.
We opened gifts (or picked them from the tree)…
Worked a 3-D puzzle…
Made Sugar Cookies (Krista’s recipe is DELICIOUS!)…
Played Games… Settlers, Scrabble, Draw 2
Michael went hog-wild with the camera…
eBayed and worked on the computer…
Talked to our Bro and Sis-in-law in China! (R&L–Dad’s already bought a webcam and new and improved microphone. LOL! I looked for you online to try it out, but didn’t see you…)
Annoyed the younger brother who was on the last few pages of his book…
Ate…or at least, SOME OF US DID…
It’s always amazing how fast the breaks go, but, oh, how nice they are! Griffin & Sterling left the day after Christmas to go to the Urbana Conference. I’m glad they got to go, but missed them for the final day we were in Indy…
So, I’m back at work today, REFRESHED! We head back up to Indy Saturday morning for Michael’s family’s Christmas. His parents live in Ohio, and siblings live in Indiana, so we’re all rendezvousing in Indianapolis for Christmas #2.
Happy New Year!
So, you wanna come to Encounter?
Tonight was an adrenaline-filled evening.
Goal: To pass out invitations to our Christmas Eve Service.
Method: To place business size card invitations on the windows of driver-side doors.
Reason: It usually doesn’t result in very high yields, but we have seen some results from it.
So here’s what went down.
It started out pretty normal. We go to J-Town Bingo and start passing out invitations. Michael, Kerry, and I are having a fine time passing out the invitations, chatting away as we pass out our invites.
We’re almost through, I’m several cars away from the guys when I hear, “FREEZE…GET YOUR HANDS UP…GET YOUR HANDS UP!” I turn to see a man in a t-shirt and pants running at Michael and Kerry with a gun in hand, ready to use! I freeze in terror–he’s obviously not including me and doesn’t appear to have seen me, but I don’t want to move for fear that he’ll see movement out of the corner of his eye, and pull the gun on ME. The man yells, “There’s people calling in saying you’re breaking into cars out here.”
Michael and Kerry do as the man commanded him to do. He takes their licenses, calls for backups, and asks what they were doing. Michael informs him that we were passing out invitations to our Christmas Eve Service.
Somewhere in the mix, Kerry asks the man, “Is that a real gun?” To which he responds, “Yes, and I’m a real policeman.”
He sees me. “Ma’am, you can go on in to play Bingo.” I start crying. “I’m with themmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.” Michael quickly claims me as his wife. Great. Now, we’re all going to be dead or in prison. I should have just gone in to play…better odds at having fun… 😉
The man looks at our invitation, cancels the backup request, and lets us go–But, not before instructing us to stop passing out invitations for the evening.
If only I wasn’t crying…I would have thought to ask the police officer to take a picture on my camera phone so we could have xanga’ed it. Somehow, I don’t think he’d of seen the humor. Sorry…no pics this time, folks. 🙂
So, that’s my evening…As I type this, I breathe a sigh of relief in the comfort of my own home. Definitely an adventure!
