My mom asplode, (Not really)

Ok I'm blogging. Despite the fact that I've been REALLY BUSY, my mother guilted me into blogging. It was one of those comments made to "another person" but directed toward me about how she checks my blog everyday EVEN THOUGH I haven't written in awhile. So here you go. Blogging, thanks to my mothers wonderful ability to guilt me. :)

I ate a lot of onions for lunch. It was in the leftovers I was eating. Now I have a stomach ache, and heart burn. I knew it'd do it to me when I ate it too. Dang I'm getting old.

I weeded my garden this last Saturday. I'm waging war with the crabgrass that has taken over my lawn and moved into my rose beds. And when I say I weeded my garden, I mean weeded half of it before my body shut down in protest. I couldn't move the rest of the day. It was sad.

I've come to the point in one of my stories where God speaks up, and frankly I've been paused there for some time, because writing it makes me nervous. Who am I to write words for God? God, could you write that part of the story for me? Then it'd be a true representation of You. Plus, it'd be easier for me. :) Thanks.

Tax rebates came out today. Rob was in the first group. It was supposed to be direct deposited into our account. But it wasn't. If anyone got their kicker check today let me know. I think the government lies. Shocker.

I offered to cook dinner for our "preacher search committee" for our meeting this week. No one wants to come to my house. Am I THAT bad of a cook? On another note, we all bring a dish to our Thursday night bible study, and one lady gets praised to the skies on her efforts, and mine are mostly ignored. *sigh* I must be delusional about my cooking ability.

My dog smells bad.

I have the day off tomorrow. I'm going to make aprons for "Quilters" then I'll be done with the show. Yay.

Ok mom, I blogged. Love you.

The car asplode.

Rob and I were driving to LaGrande yesterday for eye appointments, and our car stopped working. Not just stopped working, turn the key, start it up again. But STOPPED WORKING. Leaking oil, seized, gone to the halls of it's fathers kind of stopped working. It left us on the side of the freeway, in the only cell phone dead spot in the 45 miles of road between Baker and LaGrande. At this point in our lives, if it isn't one thing it's another. And really, this wouldn't be such a big deal if we had money, but we don't. Nothing extra anyway. And I'm not talking about my sisters version of "no money" because she's just silly, but the ACTUAL version of no money which is very very real. (Love you Ar)

Anyway, be praying for us. God is doing something, but we can't see it just yet.

My head asplode.

My life is insane at the moment. No wonder I'm walking around with a headache most of the time. I'm working about 3/4 time at the dentist office, I'm building costumes for our musical coming up in May, I'm trying to plan financially how we're going to live our lives for the next few months, plus on top of that dad had surgery to put in a defibrillator on Friday (so I was gone all weekend, and dad sitting on my days off now), plus trying to write children's stories. Add to that the normal wifely duties of house work, cooking, and laundry and I have a darn full day. I'm not complaining, but I haven't been able to sit down for two minutes and I was beginning to wonder why. Putting it in a list like that helps. :) Oh, you really are busy at the moment, aren't you?

Dad is doing fine by the way. He was really silly coming out of surgery, but that's all over now, and he's mainly tired. His body is trying to recoup, and if you know a Goodyear, they don't let themselves recoup well. Resting is not something my father does. The doctor said he should be back to "normal" in a week or two, but he's not allowed to lift anything over his head for 6 weeks. That should be fun keeping him away from drywalling the celing at church...*sigh* Fun and easy. *sigh* Sarcasm is meant to be heard, not read.

Anyway, if I don't blog as regularly as I normally do it's because of one of those many reasons listed above. Just keep checking, I'll be around.

American soil

My father-in-law is coming home from Afghanistan today! He's landing in Fayettville, North Carolina around 3 pm our time. He has spent a year and three months overseas with the 82nd Airborne, but has spent longer than that away from his family and his home town.

A lot of sacrifices are made so we can live in a free country. Even if a person doesn't die overseas fighting wars, they still have given their life for their country. To be overseas, fighting a war, away from home, comfort, people you know, things you love. That, to me, is giving your life.

Thank you Robert for your service. I'm honored you'd do it for me. And I'm honored you'd do it for the people who don't appreciate it. I love you.

The Big News! No, I am NOT pregnant.

For the 5 people that read this blog I'm going to say something, and you probably already know, but I'm going to be an AUNT!! I'm so excited. And being the theatre person I am I have access to all kids of bizarre theatre props that aren't available to many other people. My new niece/nephew is totally going to have a sword. We'll start them out small, plastic pirate swords and the like, but we will graduate them to bigger and better things.

Presents from their Aunt Abby and Uncle Rob will be the coolest ever. His/Her parents will hate us because they'll have all kids of crap in their house that's completely useless to anyone, but no matter, the kids will love us for it!

Congratulations Sam and Arly, prepare yourselves. :) Weird presents are coming. Although I can probably guarantee that your kids will have the coolest onesies ever.

My patience is being tested. Lord, I've learned this before I swear! You don't need to teach it to me again.

I have worked really hard today. I've hauled couches, worked on finishing up the set, done costumes, got the programs ready for Thursday, did makeup...to name a few. I've worked really hard on my Middle School theatre to be exact.

Then rehearsal comes. Two girls don't show up because one is sick and the other is missing (everyone says she's "sick" too), another girl tells me at 6:20 that she needs to leave at 6:30 (we hadn't started rehearsal yet at that point), and all my tennis kids were 20 minutes late. And I wonder why I do this. Why do I torture myself with this?

Then I look around at my kids, and I realize, a few are ruining it for the many. Isn't that like life? And then I realize, just because one or two kids are being snots doesn't mean that everyone is. Just one or two. I have 13 or 14 kids in my cast.

I do Middle School theatre for the 11 or 12 kids that I can teach. For the 11 or 12 kids that listen to me, that stay to the end, that learn their lines. I do it for the 4 or 5 tech kids I have that do what I tell them to, that want to learn how to do "backstage" work, that have worked so hard I can't even explain it to people who aren't "in the know". I do it for them.