Well, I guess it's time to update since it's been four days. Apparently I've learned to control my addiction finally or maybe I'm just busy. Actually this week I've been sick. It started last Saturday when I woke-up coughing up a lung, but I didn't feel bad. Then Sunday I woke-up with hardly any voice, but I still didn't feel bad. Then around 6:00 that night I suddenly felt like I had run into a brick-wall at 70 mph. When we got home from church I climbed onto the couch with a blanket and let Smart Guy do bedtime alone. Monday morning I got out of bed long enough to see that the boys got up and got dressed and then sent them downstairs to get their own breakfast. I figured getting breakfast on your own occasionally builds character, but I still felt guilty. I closed the stairs gate, put on Noggin for Bee and climbed wearily back into my still-warm side of the bed and only got up one more time before noon (to feed my daughter her breakfast). By that time, I actually felt much better so I got up, showered, and assumed the worst was over. Wrong. I sailed thru the rest of Monday and Tuesday until around 8:30 pm simply coughing and talking like a frog. Then it hit me again. Except this time, my nose started running like a faucet and my cough got worse. So I crawled into bed, but I couldn't fall asleep. I actually was awake until after midnight that night. Yesterday I had Billy Boy and Dora both, so I drug my sorry butt out of bed and got dressed. I sneezed about 200 times during the day yesterday, usually in groups of at least 5 or 6 sneezes at a time. I had to clean the preschool yesterday afternoon, so I went over and did a quick job... empty trash, clean little-boy pee off the toilets, and dust-bustered the snack crumbs... which by the way drive me crazy. There is no reason that three and four-year-old children shouldn't be expected to clean up the crumbs that they drop on the floor and they shouldn't be allowed to get away with it. Sorry, pet peave. I had Smart Guy get me a plate of dinner when he went thru the line and bring it back to me and I sat in seclusion and ate it. Actually it was kinda nice. It was totally quiet and no one knew where I was except Smart Guy. I came home went straight back to bed, it was about 8:00 and got up around 7:30 this morning. I feel a little better this morning, but we'll see what evening brings tonight.
I once again have Billy Boy and Dora. They are playing in the living room next to me as I type. Bee is at school. She'll be home around 11:30. I'll go over to the church to clean for the weekend this evening around 4:30.
Mrs. Music, Dora, Bee, and myself are all going to the Indianapolis Children's museum tomorrow. You're all invited if you wanna come, it'll be a grand time. Only problem is that THE PLAYSCAPE is closed, which was what we had planned on using the most. They are doing the annual cleaning all week long. Wouldn't you know it! Oh well, there's a ton of other things to do there. The cool part is that we get free-carousel rides with our membership so as long as none of us start throwing up, we can ride as much as we like. Smart Guy has issues with the carousel, he starts turning green just standing in line while the carousel goes around next to him. He's that boring grown-up that you see riding on the bench instead of standing up next to their child. As you can see, he doesn't get much sympathy from me, I think it's funny that a grown-man can't stand to go around in circles a few times.
Well, gotta run for now. Later!
Thursday, March 8, 2007
Monday, March 5, 2007
Happy Anniversary Smart Guy
Thirteen years ago today, I became Mrs. Smart Guy. I can't believe it's been that long already.
We met the very first day I was on campus at the same small Christian college that Farmwife and Inkling also attended. I was there for Freshmen orientation. I have no clue why Smart Guy was already there, as he was a junior and not due to be there for another two days. But not only was he on campus, he was participating in all the goofy games and such they had us little freshmen doing. The older sister of a church camp friend who was also attending the same school introduced us that day. (the older sister was supposed to be there, as she was helping with the freshmen) We talked some and he claims that I followed him around like a puppy dog. Whatever!
Two days later, we ended up sitting next to one another in a missions class. We chatted while we waited for class to start and he asked me out. That afternoon he found out that the counselor who had told him that the missions class from the college he'd
attended for a year and a half didn't count at this one, didn't know what she was talking about.... so he dropped the class.
The next night we went on our first date. We drove to the city 30 minutes away, went to a movie, and got something to eat. When we got back to campus, he kissed me in the gazebo... Farmwife and Inkling, you know where I'm talking about.
We spent the next several months spending almost every waking moment together... except when we were in class. We ate breakfast together many times a week, sat together in chapel, ate lunch together, he drove me to work, we ate dinner together, played pool together, "studied" together, walked together, and ordered pizza for "picnics" on the floor outside my dorm hallway (guys and girls were forbidden on one another dorm floors). When we said goodnight to each other and then walked the 30 seconds we each had back to our dorm rooms, we would call each other when we got there to talk more. I think we drove poor Inkling crazy the year we roomed together.
On Super Bowl Sunday 1993, my dad and Smart Guy were watching the game together when Smart Guy asked my dad if he could marry me. He said "Sure, but your asking the wrong person."
The next week I was very sick with a cold (much like I am now) and missed several days of classes. The day I finally managed to drag my sorry butt to chapel, I was tired, still not feeling great, and facing a make-up test later that day, Smart Guy asked me to walk back to his dorm with him for some strange reason. I told him no, I was too tired to walk that far... so he got down on one knee right there in the chapel hallway and proposed to me. Suddenly I felt a little better and mustered up the energy to walk over to his dorm. That evening, we drove home to tell my parents.
Our first wedding date was set for June 18, 1994. After a couple of months, we moved it up to December 18, 1993. Unfortunately in August of 1993, we broke-up. Smart Guy suddenly became nervous that I didn't have what it takes to be a minister's wife and the willingness to follow him around the country if the occasion called for it. The ridiculous part is that nobody on campus ever knew we had broke-up. We were still together all the time. We had forgotten to take our names off the married-student-housing list and one Saturday morning while we sat in the cafeteria eating breakfast, a staff member came in and told us that our apartment was open and one of us could move in that day. So Smart Guy moved in. We set the wedding date for March 5, 1994 and started planning our wedding again. I made him sleep on the couch in our new apartment, because I didn't want him to sleep in "our" bed without me too.
So, on March 5, 1994, after being together for only 19 months, we got married. I was 19 and Smart Guy was 21. Two very young and very different people started their lives together.
When I think back, I realize how young we actually were. I mean, common sense told me that we were only 19 and 21, but at that age one doesn't think that to be young. I think the biggest challenge in front of us though was how absolutely different we were. We were raised in very different parts of the country, by very different parents. Not to mention that we are just simply wired as opposites.
We spent the first four years of our marriage getting to know one another's quirks. We argued alot, about stupid stuff mostly. Then there came a point where we finally grew-up and quit arguing... We became parents for the first time around that time.
Nowadays, we seldom argue. That fight (that I started) we had back in December was the last argument we've had and it had been a long time before that since the last one. We're best-friends. He's my life. I love him more today than I ever have. He loves me and is committed to me for the rest of his life. He takes care of me and if the truth be told, he spoils me in alot of ways. Sometimes I wonder how he has put up with me for so long. I cannot believe we've been sharing life for this long. I feel like our wedding day was just a short while ago and now here we are... three kids, four pets, seven church positions and crazy church boards, eleven cars, thirteen homes, a zillion medical bills, loads of love and laughter, and even more patience later and we're one of the best couples that I know.
I love my life. Yah, we've been to hell and back a couple of times, but we always come back better people. Would I want to rewind and do it all again? Well, a few things I wouldn't wish on my worst enemy... but those things have changed us and made us better... they've made us lean on God and each other even more. Nah, I don't think I'd want to rewind and do it again, but I also wouldn't change any of it. It's been quite a ride.
As for the getting married so young part? Some people look at their lives when they marry young and say they changed after they grew-up and grew into very different people. Personally, we grew-up together. We learned everything there is to know about being grown-ups together. We've never known anything but being together. That's who we are. We are Smart Guy and Grace and always will be.
Thank you "Poochie" for being mine for thirteen years today. I absolutely cannot imagine my life without you next to me. I thank our Father Above that your counselor put you in the wrong missions class for that first day of class. I love you so incredibly much!!
We met the very first day I was on campus at the same small Christian college that Farmwife and Inkling also attended. I was there for Freshmen orientation. I have no clue why Smart Guy was already there, as he was a junior and not due to be there for another two days. But not only was he on campus, he was participating in all the goofy games and such they had us little freshmen doing. The older sister of a church camp friend who was also attending the same school introduced us that day. (the older sister was supposed to be there, as she was helping with the freshmen) We talked some and he claims that I followed him around like a puppy dog. Whatever!
Two days later, we ended up sitting next to one another in a missions class. We chatted while we waited for class to start and he asked me out. That afternoon he found out that the counselor who had told him that the missions class from the college he'd
attended for a year and a half didn't count at this one, didn't know what she was talking about.... so he dropped the class.
The next night we went on our first date. We drove to the city 30 minutes away, went to a movie, and got something to eat. When we got back to campus, he kissed me in the gazebo... Farmwife and Inkling, you know where I'm talking about.
We spent the next several months spending almost every waking moment together... except when we were in class. We ate breakfast together many times a week, sat together in chapel, ate lunch together, he drove me to work, we ate dinner together, played pool together, "studied" together, walked together, and ordered pizza for "picnics" on the floor outside my dorm hallway (guys and girls were forbidden on one another dorm floors). When we said goodnight to each other and then walked the 30 seconds we each had back to our dorm rooms, we would call each other when we got there to talk more. I think we drove poor Inkling crazy the year we roomed together.
On Super Bowl Sunday 1993, my dad and Smart Guy were watching the game together when Smart Guy asked my dad if he could marry me. He said "Sure, but your asking the wrong person."
The next week I was very sick with a cold (much like I am now) and missed several days of classes. The day I finally managed to drag my sorry butt to chapel, I was tired, still not feeling great, and facing a make-up test later that day, Smart Guy asked me to walk back to his dorm with him for some strange reason. I told him no, I was too tired to walk that far... so he got down on one knee right there in the chapel hallway and proposed to me. Suddenly I felt a little better and mustered up the energy to walk over to his dorm. That evening, we drove home to tell my parents.
Our first wedding date was set for June 18, 1994. After a couple of months, we moved it up to December 18, 1993. Unfortunately in August of 1993, we broke-up. Smart Guy suddenly became nervous that I didn't have what it takes to be a minister's wife and the willingness to follow him around the country if the occasion called for it. The ridiculous part is that nobody on campus ever knew we had broke-up. We were still together all the time. We had forgotten to take our names off the married-student-housing list and one Saturday morning while we sat in the cafeteria eating breakfast, a staff member came in and told us that our apartment was open and one of us could move in that day. So Smart Guy moved in. We set the wedding date for March 5, 1994 and started planning our wedding again. I made him sleep on the couch in our new apartment, because I didn't want him to sleep in "our" bed without me too.
So, on March 5, 1994, after being together for only 19 months, we got married. I was 19 and Smart Guy was 21. Two very young and very different people started their lives together.
When I think back, I realize how young we actually were. I mean, common sense told me that we were only 19 and 21, but at that age one doesn't think that to be young. I think the biggest challenge in front of us though was how absolutely different we were. We were raised in very different parts of the country, by very different parents. Not to mention that we are just simply wired as opposites.
We spent the first four years of our marriage getting to know one another's quirks. We argued alot, about stupid stuff mostly. Then there came a point where we finally grew-up and quit arguing... We became parents for the first time around that time.
Nowadays, we seldom argue. That fight (that I started) we had back in December was the last argument we've had and it had been a long time before that since the last one. We're best-friends. He's my life. I love him more today than I ever have. He loves me and is committed to me for the rest of his life. He takes care of me and if the truth be told, he spoils me in alot of ways. Sometimes I wonder how he has put up with me for so long. I cannot believe we've been sharing life for this long. I feel like our wedding day was just a short while ago and now here we are... three kids, four pets, seven church positions and crazy church boards, eleven cars, thirteen homes, a zillion medical bills, loads of love and laughter, and even more patience later and we're one of the best couples that I know.
I love my life. Yah, we've been to hell and back a couple of times, but we always come back better people. Would I want to rewind and do it all again? Well, a few things I wouldn't wish on my worst enemy... but those things have changed us and made us better... they've made us lean on God and each other even more. Nah, I don't think I'd want to rewind and do it again, but I also wouldn't change any of it. It's been quite a ride.
As for the getting married so young part? Some people look at their lives when they marry young and say they changed after they grew-up and grew into very different people. Personally, we grew-up together. We learned everything there is to know about being grown-ups together. We've never known anything but being together. That's who we are. We are Smart Guy and Grace and always will be.
Thank you "Poochie" for being mine for thirteen years today. I absolutely cannot imagine my life without you next to me. I thank our Father Above that your counselor put you in the wrong missions class for that first day of class. I love you so incredibly much!!
Friday, March 2, 2007
Look At That Form
This is Prophet shooting a basket in last Saturday's basketball game. He's the one on the right in the black shirt! Look at the follow-thru on that shot... which he made. He was very pleased with himself and clapped as he ran back down the court!! Way to go, Prophet!!
The Snow
I just swiped this off my hubby's blog. This is our house after the snowstorm a couple weeks ago. Notice the depth of the wall alongside the blue van on the left. It was at two feet deep there. Those piles on either side of the driveway are still there, but now they're nasty looking and slushy. Yuck!! It sure was pretty right after it happened though! Keep in mind that we got even more a few days later!
Open the Eyes of My Heart Lord
This is what I had the pleasure of listening to Prophet sing as we drove around town tonight!! He loves to sing worship songs whenever he's doing anything!! During worship time at church, he's always the one in the front singing his little lungs out! It's awesome to watch (and hear)! This is done by Streams of Grace
Open the eyes of my heart Lord
Open the eyes of my heart
I want to see You
I want to see You
To see You high and lifted up
Shining in the light of Your glory
Pour out Your power and love
As we sing holy, holy, holy
Open the eyes of my heart Lord
Open the eyes of my heart
I want to see You
I want to see You
To see You high and lifted up
Shining in the light of Your glory
Pour out Your power and love
As we sing holy, holy, holy
So When Was The Last Time YOU Were Taken Out By TWO Good-Lookin' Guys At The Same Time?
For me personally, it was just a few hours ago. I picked up the boys from school and asked them if they wanted to go see "A Night At The Museum" and have dinner or go to the school carnival. They both agreed (miracle of all miracles) that they wanted to see the movie. I was so glad, not only that they agreed, but that they wanted to do something besides the carnival. If the truth be told, those things drive me nuts...a bunch of kids (and grown-ups) running the halls with all the normal school rules seemingly thrown out the window for the evening...games that cost a dollar a piece (some more)...pizza that costs $2.50 a slice.... and did I mention the unruly, very wound-up kids. I like my own kids... other people's kids... well let's just say that there's a reason I married a youth minister and not a children's minister. I love my friend's children, they're like family, but out in public most children make me crazy. I know, I'm horrible.
Anyway, I picked up the boys from school at 3:30, dropped Bee off with Mrs. Music and Dora (Mr. Music is with Smart Guy in AL, he's the music minister at our church), and headed to the movie theatre. We paid for our tickets and got in line for our bucket of extremely overpriced and very buttery popcorn, 1 Wonka bar, and a big Mountain Dew. We made our way to the our theatre, chose from any seat we wanted as there was only about 8 other people there at there at the time and sat down. I originally sat between them, but as soon as they finished their shared Wonka bar, they both dove into the popcorn bucket, that I wasn't eating from because I do not like popcorn, that was sitting in my lap and for about five minutes I sat there with two little hands coming at me from either side. I finally switched places with Prophet and gave him the bucket so they weren't both reaching in front of me. The movie was really good. There was only one "bad word" in it that I caught and while it could have easily been replaced with something much more kid-friendly, I admit that I did laugh when it was said. The boys were hilarious. They kept telling the characters what to do and what not to do in their regular voices for all to hear. D.K.'s favorite part was of course the T-rex skeleton that came to life every single night and chased one of his own rib bones around the museum like a dog. Prophet's favorite part was close to the end when two little 2-inch tall characters who originally hated each other were thought to be dead and then they suddenly showed up alive and being friends. We'll be getting that one on DVD when it comes out.
When we came out of the movie, we all had to use the restroom. Now, this poses a problem when your boys are the age of mine... too old to take into the ladies restroom with me, but still young enough that it makes me very nervous to let them go into the men's restroom by themselves. Thankfully there's two of them, that makes me feel better. They go in the same stall, play swords and come out together. I always tell them to scream if anyone touches or grabs them. The problem is that being boys they got in and out much quicker than myself who had to wait for about four other women in line in front of me. By the time I came out, I could hear my blond, little dates for the evening beating the tar out of each other, in the name of brotherly fun of course, out in the hallway. When I came out I realized they were acting out a battle scene from the movie. There was a grandma-type woman standing there watching them and giggling. She told us she'd already seen the movie once and that this time she brought her husband with her to see it. The boys told her they were on a date with me and I bragged about having a date with two guys at one time. I think she thought I was crazy by the look she gave me. After that we took a vote on dinner and ended up going to Taco Bell, where D.K. proceeded to scarf down four tacoes. He almost ate a fifth one, but decided that it would be better to stop at four and not risk puking it all up... he's all 8-year-old boy, what can I say!! It was fun to just sit there with nothing to do but talk with them. Like I've said before, sometimes it seems like even though we're together, we're always on the go or doing something specific. I like to slow down and just be with them. It was funny, at first we sat down in a booth. We all opened our tacoes and started eating and then we noticed one of those tall tables with the tall seats. The boys thought it looked cool, so we packed up all our food and moved everything over there to eat. When we finished talking, we put our coats back on, walked out into the bitter-cold wind and went to get Bee.
We are now back home and we're all camping out in the living room for the night. Stuart Little 2 is playing and they have "made" mommy's bed on the couch with my pillow and a blanket. It's beckoning for my body to come warm it up!
"Thank you God for days like today. Thank You for giving me these two precious young men to love and raise for Your glory. Please help me to do right by them and You. Help me always to remember that they are first and foremost Yours and that I am merely a messenger of their Heavenly Father's love for them. Give me the words and actions to always bring You to life in whatever situation we may be thrust into as they grow and mature. Most of all, give me the ability to show them who You are in such a way that they yearn for You and cannot exsist without You in their hearts. I pray that someday they may make wonderful, Christian men to broaden Your kingdom all over the earth."
Anyway, I picked up the boys from school at 3:30, dropped Bee off with Mrs. Music and Dora (Mr. Music is with Smart Guy in AL, he's the music minister at our church), and headed to the movie theatre. We paid for our tickets and got in line for our bucket of extremely overpriced and very buttery popcorn, 1 Wonka bar, and a big Mountain Dew. We made our way to the our theatre, chose from any seat we wanted as there was only about 8 other people there at there at the time and sat down. I originally sat between them, but as soon as they finished their shared Wonka bar, they both dove into the popcorn bucket, that I wasn't eating from because I do not like popcorn, that was sitting in my lap and for about five minutes I sat there with two little hands coming at me from either side. I finally switched places with Prophet and gave him the bucket so they weren't both reaching in front of me. The movie was really good. There was only one "bad word" in it that I caught and while it could have easily been replaced with something much more kid-friendly, I admit that I did laugh when it was said. The boys were hilarious. They kept telling the characters what to do and what not to do in their regular voices for all to hear. D.K.'s favorite part was of course the T-rex skeleton that came to life every single night and chased one of his own rib bones around the museum like a dog. Prophet's favorite part was close to the end when two little 2-inch tall characters who originally hated each other were thought to be dead and then they suddenly showed up alive and being friends. We'll be getting that one on DVD when it comes out.
When we came out of the movie, we all had to use the restroom. Now, this poses a problem when your boys are the age of mine... too old to take into the ladies restroom with me, but still young enough that it makes me very nervous to let them go into the men's restroom by themselves. Thankfully there's two of them, that makes me feel better. They go in the same stall, play swords and come out together. I always tell them to scream if anyone touches or grabs them. The problem is that being boys they got in and out much quicker than myself who had to wait for about four other women in line in front of me. By the time I came out, I could hear my blond, little dates for the evening beating the tar out of each other, in the name of brotherly fun of course, out in the hallway. When I came out I realized they were acting out a battle scene from the movie. There was a grandma-type woman standing there watching them and giggling. She told us she'd already seen the movie once and that this time she brought her husband with her to see it. The boys told her they were on a date with me and I bragged about having a date with two guys at one time. I think she thought I was crazy by the look she gave me. After that we took a vote on dinner and ended up going to Taco Bell, where D.K. proceeded to scarf down four tacoes. He almost ate a fifth one, but decided that it would be better to stop at four and not risk puking it all up... he's all 8-year-old boy, what can I say!! It was fun to just sit there with nothing to do but talk with them. Like I've said before, sometimes it seems like even though we're together, we're always on the go or doing something specific. I like to slow down and just be with them. It was funny, at first we sat down in a booth. We all opened our tacoes and started eating and then we noticed one of those tall tables with the tall seats. The boys thought it looked cool, so we packed up all our food and moved everything over there to eat. When we finished talking, we put our coats back on, walked out into the bitter-cold wind and went to get Bee.
We are now back home and we're all camping out in the living room for the night. Stuart Little 2 is playing and they have "made" mommy's bed on the couch with my pillow and a blanket. It's beckoning for my body to come warm it up!
"Thank you God for days like today. Thank You for giving me these two precious young men to love and raise for Your glory. Please help me to do right by them and You. Help me always to remember that they are first and foremost Yours and that I am merely a messenger of their Heavenly Father's love for them. Give me the words and actions to always bring You to life in whatever situation we may be thrust into as they grow and mature. Most of all, give me the ability to show them who You are in such a way that they yearn for You and cannot exsist without You in their hearts. I pray that someday they may make wonderful, Christian men to broaden Your kingdom all over the earth."
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Well I'm a single mama for the weekend. Smart Guy and the entire church staff left at 7 am this morning for a conference in AL. Fortunately I've got good kids that won't completely put me at my wits end by the time he gets home. Smart Guy usually takes the boys to school, but this morning I had to get up and take them my self since he had already left (yes I'm aware of the fact that I'm spoiled). After we dropped them at school, Bee and I headed to Wally World to get the food for Sunday Night's dinner for the teenagers... sloppy joes, chips, dip, baby carrots, ice cream, and warm cookies. Then we came over to the church to drop off the food in the fridge here and work for a couple hours to get the ed wing ready for services this weekend. I'm sitting in Smart Guys office posting because my computer wouldn't work when I tried to get on at 6:30 this morning. It's snowing a little bit. It's very windy with 40-50 mph wind gusts. We may get an inch or so of snow.
...the person who was SPRC (Staff-Parish Relations Committee) chair person last year when all those promises that weren't kept were made to us, just came in the office to tell me something. She's working in the office answering phones and such since the staff is away. I have to admit that it's very difficult to look her in the eyes right now. I keep waiting for the apology that will probably never come, but oh well. I'm very frustrated this morning... feeling very annoyed at the entire situation... very angry at what may happen. I can't post it all here because of certain lurkers, but will try to get an email out to my blog girls later today to keep you posted.
Anyway, we've got our school carnival tonight. Since I'm doing it alone, Bee is going to Mr. and Mrs. Music and Dora's house to play for the evening. I've watched Dora for them a few times this week because their babysitter quit last week and they havn't found a new sitter yet. They asked me to keep her, but I just can't. I've got enough on my plate. If I add a 2 1/2 year old to the already chaotic mix that is my life, it will be even crazier. I can't fit another carseat into my van. It alreay has one carseat and three boosters in it with Billy Boy's in there too. Walmart trips would be very difficult, whereas with Billy Boy and Bee they are still very doable with those big carts they now have. With Billy Boy and Bee I can still come up to the church and work while they play in another room. I can't do that with Dora because she's still too little to leave in another room playing. She hates the vacuum cleaner with a passion. Everytime I turned it on yesterday, she broke-down in huge crocodile tears until I picked her up to comfort her. I told Mrs. Music that I'd help them out for three weeks until they found a new sitter. I feel guilty in a way, but I know I shouldn't. I'm also quite proud of myself for being able to set up that boundry and not let it down just because she's a friend. But anyway, I told her she didn't have to pay me for yesterday if she'd entertain Bee tonight during the carnival... so we now have an unofficial babysitting co-op going. I can't wait for an entire evening with just my boys. Maybe I'll take them out for dinner too. Maybe I'll ask them if they want to skip the carnival and go see a movie with their mommy! It could be interesting to see which way they decide. Of course, I'm sure one will want the carnival and one will want the movie. We'll see, maybe I won't give them a choice.
Well, I was gonna go down and finish up cleaning for the weekend, but they're down there steam cleaning the carpets. I guess that means I won't have to vacuum today at least. I never posted about it, but last weekend our entire education wing flooded. Each of our classrooms has a low counter with a sink and water fountain on it. Well, sometime after 6:30 last Friday night, the fountain in Bee's preschool classroom popped off. It shot straight up into the air all night long. It shot up so hard that there's a very impressive, 4 inch diameter hole in the ceiling straight above it. Can you imagine if some poor, unsuspecting child had been taking a drink when that happened? The poor little thing would be scarred for life. Normally our ed wing is not used at all on Saturdays. The rest of the building is super busy, but the ed wing stays closed until Sunday morning most of the time. So it's a miracle that someone found the geyser before Sunday morning. There's a ladies knitting group that meets at 8 or so on Saturday morning. One of them needed to use the potty, so instead of going to the main bathrooms, she turned and went to use the family potty in the ed wing. When she walked into the hallway she noticed that the sunlight coming in the ed wing doors was shining off the carpet in the hallway. She thought it looked wierd and went to check it out. It's a miracle that she did, because the wing was under about 4 inches of water at the time. It was a mess to say the least. They immediately got a company in here to suck up the water, and set up fans and dehumidifiers. In all, there were 29 floor fans and 5 dehumidifiers in there. We had to tape the wing off for Sunday morning. We combine 1st thru fifth graders into one classroom, put all the little one's in the two youth rooms above the ed wing and moved the youth to the coffee house room for the morning. All in all, it went off without a hitch. So now, we're all dried out and getting it cleaned up. The only lasting damage was to about 10 kid's bibles that were in the cabinet right above the explosion. We've dried them out and while they are very wrinkled, they are still usable. All's well, that ends well!!
Well, I gotta run!! Later!
...the person who was SPRC (Staff-Parish Relations Committee) chair person last year when all those promises that weren't kept were made to us, just came in the office to tell me something. She's working in the office answering phones and such since the staff is away. I have to admit that it's very difficult to look her in the eyes right now. I keep waiting for the apology that will probably never come, but oh well. I'm very frustrated this morning... feeling very annoyed at the entire situation... very angry at what may happen. I can't post it all here because of certain lurkers, but will try to get an email out to my blog girls later today to keep you posted.
Anyway, we've got our school carnival tonight. Since I'm doing it alone, Bee is going to Mr. and Mrs. Music and Dora's house to play for the evening. I've watched Dora for them a few times this week because their babysitter quit last week and they havn't found a new sitter yet. They asked me to keep her, but I just can't. I've got enough on my plate. If I add a 2 1/2 year old to the already chaotic mix that is my life, it will be even crazier. I can't fit another carseat into my van. It alreay has one carseat and three boosters in it with Billy Boy's in there too. Walmart trips would be very difficult, whereas with Billy Boy and Bee they are still very doable with those big carts they now have. With Billy Boy and Bee I can still come up to the church and work while they play in another room. I can't do that with Dora because she's still too little to leave in another room playing. She hates the vacuum cleaner with a passion. Everytime I turned it on yesterday, she broke-down in huge crocodile tears until I picked her up to comfort her. I told Mrs. Music that I'd help them out for three weeks until they found a new sitter. I feel guilty in a way, but I know I shouldn't. I'm also quite proud of myself for being able to set up that boundry and not let it down just because she's a friend. But anyway, I told her she didn't have to pay me for yesterday if she'd entertain Bee tonight during the carnival... so we now have an unofficial babysitting co-op going. I can't wait for an entire evening with just my boys. Maybe I'll take them out for dinner too. Maybe I'll ask them if they want to skip the carnival and go see a movie with their mommy! It could be interesting to see which way they decide. Of course, I'm sure one will want the carnival and one will want the movie. We'll see, maybe I won't give them a choice.
Well, I was gonna go down and finish up cleaning for the weekend, but they're down there steam cleaning the carpets. I guess that means I won't have to vacuum today at least. I never posted about it, but last weekend our entire education wing flooded. Each of our classrooms has a low counter with a sink and water fountain on it. Well, sometime after 6:30 last Friday night, the fountain in Bee's preschool classroom popped off. It shot straight up into the air all night long. It shot up so hard that there's a very impressive, 4 inch diameter hole in the ceiling straight above it. Can you imagine if some poor, unsuspecting child had been taking a drink when that happened? The poor little thing would be scarred for life. Normally our ed wing is not used at all on Saturdays. The rest of the building is super busy, but the ed wing stays closed until Sunday morning most of the time. So it's a miracle that someone found the geyser before Sunday morning. There's a ladies knitting group that meets at 8 or so on Saturday morning. One of them needed to use the potty, so instead of going to the main bathrooms, she turned and went to use the family potty in the ed wing. When she walked into the hallway she noticed that the sunlight coming in the ed wing doors was shining off the carpet in the hallway. She thought it looked wierd and went to check it out. It's a miracle that she did, because the wing was under about 4 inches of water at the time. It was a mess to say the least. They immediately got a company in here to suck up the water, and set up fans and dehumidifiers. In all, there were 29 floor fans and 5 dehumidifiers in there. We had to tape the wing off for Sunday morning. We combine 1st thru fifth graders into one classroom, put all the little one's in the two youth rooms above the ed wing and moved the youth to the coffee house room for the morning. All in all, it went off without a hitch. So now, we're all dried out and getting it cleaned up. The only lasting damage was to about 10 kid's bibles that were in the cabinet right above the explosion. We've dried them out and while they are very wrinkled, they are still usable. All's well, that ends well!!
Well, I gotta run!! Later!
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