Sunday morning worship went well. I played at the 9:15 service and as Marc says, it’s the ground floor so there is a lot of work to do. Tomorrow I’m going to go work with him on the song selections for Sunday, and write out parts for the vocal team to sing. I also have to go buy the christmas music for the small group I’m forming this week. Christmas Day is on Sunday, so we are going to do a musical. Hopefully there is enough time to learn everything and sound really good.
Darian has been so congested for the last two nights that we got a humidifier today and we’re running it while he sleeps right now. Not that we can afford to buy anything, since Tony still doesn’t have a job. But, I know God will take care of us in some way. Either my PERS money will come in, Tony will get a job in the next 10 days, Becky will somehow find a way to pay us what she owes for the move, or something.
I’m starting Slimfast tomorrow-1 for breakfast and lunch and a “sensible dinner”. I have to do something. I’ve been at this weight for 12 years now and I’m ready to be thin. Ready to sit at the movies without having to have the armrest up to be comfortable. Ready to get on an airplane knowing the belt will reach.
Another thing I never realized about motherhood: things I cared about b.d. (before Darian) I don’t care about now. For instance…I am a diehard Dallas Cowboys fan. Now, I still love them…but they are playing right now and I just checked the score to make sure they were winning, and came to blog before bed. I guess football just isn’t on my daily list of things that are important anymore. It makes me sad…a little.
I have so much to do this week: Reta turns 18 this month and I have to beg, borrow, or steal something to make a present for her. Marc’s b.d. is on the 4th…Amber’s on the 16th, Becky’s on the 19…argh! No money for presents for anyone, but I feel obligated to do something. It’s times like this when I get discouraged and also feel a bit pressured. I am very crafty and usually make presents for all occasions. But making presents sometimes costs more than buying them (especially the way I do them, it seems!) so I don’t know what I’m going to do this year.
Well, I’ve caught my two readers up on my life. I will go to bed now.
