It drives me nuts when people waffle about things. I don’t waffle about many things, but I am a big hypocrite when it comes to big things.
I’ve decided that I need to marry a cowboy.
I’m not a city girl. I’m not. Ever since my parents bought this franch (farm/ranch), people have been asking what I’m going to do. Well, I have to stay in the Dallas area for a while. They seem relieved. That gets me annoyed, so I add, “But I would love to go with them,” which makes them give me a puzzled look. I am not a city girl! I just like nice shoes, okay?!
So I need to marry a cowboy. Like this crazy, cool lady.
My preschool Bible class went just swimmingly. We had no down time and the class was over before I knew it. The kids, of course, didn’t know anything about our new subjects and memory work (which I knew would be the case), but it still irks me when I ask a review question to one child and this happens:
miss meagan, to child 1: “What is God’s Word like to our hearts?”
child 2: “Jesus.”
child 1: “Jesus”
miss meagan, to child 1: “Who wrote many Psalms in the Bible?”
child 2: “Jesus!”
child 1: “…Jesus?”
What in the world?! Child 2, put your finger over your lips! Children really influence each other, huh?
On Sunday, there was a little boy in my class who I didn’t know. So, I asked him about his family.
M: “Do you have any brothers?”
E: “My brother pooped in his pull-up. Dad was really mad. I was, too.”
M: “Oh yeah?”
E: “But I poop in the potty.”
A: “I poop in the potty, too!”
S: “Me, too!”
Then, the new boy made an astute observation:
E: “Why isn’t she talking?”
M: “Because she’s sitting nice and quietly in Bible class.”
E: “Well, I’m talking.”
M: “I know you are.”
Later, when the little girl spoke to answer a question, he gave me a shocked look and exclaimed, “She can talk!”
I’m considering teaching an even more important class next. I don’t know for sure yet, but I hope I have the wisdom and influence to pull it off.
Saturday night, I went to dinner with my grandparents. Then we saw a show. In fact, the very show, Jenni’s dad is in – The Music Man. I don’t really like that show… but Mr. Ryan’s quartet was awesome! Perhaps because they’ve been together 30 years, I don’t know. I’ve been thinking about finding a Sweet Adeline (that’s right, right?) to join… Maybe for the next 30 years?
So, I struggle with my grandparents, but as with many older couples who have spent so much time together, I love to listen to them have little arguments (when it’s not bugging me so much).
g’ma: “They’re [Jenny & Evan] leaving Tuesday. You’ll be 82 in 2 days.”
g’pa: “My birthday’s tomorrow.”
g’ma: “I mean 82 plus 2 days.”
g’pa: “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
g’ma: “When Jenny and Evan leave, you’ll be 82, plus 2 days.”
g’pa: “And on Wednesday, I’ll be plus 3. And on Thursday, plus 4.”
g’ma: “Well, Jim.”
Okay, so that’s not really an argument – that’s just my grandpa.
In other news, I am sick. Yes. Every six months I get a sore throat. Why? I have no idea. I’m thankful to not be as sick as I once was (pre-Celiac diagnosis), but I’m so annoyed that every 6 months, I can count on being out. Why??
Well, it pushed me to fill the prescription written to me last week (for my vog cough). Of course, it flew out my window while I was driving (with my windows down like a crazy person), so I had to chase it down. But after that, it was only $10! How ridiculously awesome is that?! I got the Advair inhaler for free from my Dr., and he gave me a coupon for a free rescue inhaler, and my Z-Pack was only $10! No insurance! It was great.
This is the first job I’ve ever had where I have to be at work, or go through a lot of hassle not to be. Thankfully, Tuesday I was off and that was my worst day. This morning, I got up at 5am. Tomorrow, I’ll get up at 4am.
I need a new job. One that has sick days. One that lets me call in and go, “*cough cough* I’m sick. I’m taking off,” and then they deal with it.