Er, I mean, hey.
The dog ate my computer.
Actually, that's not true. My computer is actually larger than one of my dogs and the other one wouldn't do such a thing because although she's ugly, she's my favorite. You know, you can say that with dogs - but don't go picking favorites with your children. Even if one of them asks just after the other three have been fussed at for fighting violently over the clicker because one wants to watch Cake Boss and the other two want to watch Top Shot because Colby Donaldson is a fine and engaging host.
On that note, a friend of mine recently pointed out that, when you totally lose it and go all crazy-mom, and you yell and the ground shakes, if you just call it fussing, it kinda pretty's it up a little.
"Oh, I just fussed a little."
Really? Your head spun.
Uh. Huh. Fussed.
Anyway, in all honesty, for about a week, I totally forgot that I actually had a blog. Then, I remembered and had so much to talk about that I didn't know where to begin so I just skipped another week and now, here we are.
Seriously, we've had a time. There were fun things like a couple of Thursday's ago, my friend Kasey brought a group over from Shreveport to help out at Mercy Street for the night. We had some last minute music mix-ups for our new Intersections program so Miss Jacque and I, for a moment, told the girls they might have to lead worship. (Sometimes we like to jack with the visitors.) Then we sang for them just to prove that a total singing misfit and someone with a fabulous voice could work together in beautiful harmony.
Don't tell Miss Jacque I called her a singing misfit but really, of the two of us, isn't it OBVIOUS?
And may I also add that this video makes very apparent to me that living amongst lots of beautiful people with great rhythm and mad dancing skilz for eight years has done absolutely nothing for my personal ability to either dance or carry on in any sort of sensical rhythm.
And did you notice I'm wearing my two favorite accessories? My cowboy boots and my seven year old child who I think was hanging on to me trying to make her nightmare of her momma singing in public stop.
Then there were some not-so-fun things like my genius idea that I needed a new bathing suit for summer. For the record, I also like to scrape my fingernails of chalkboards just for kicks. Let me just ask you something and I want you to answer real honest-like. If every store I go in has the absolute most unflattering lighting known to man, it is reasonable to assume that, in fact, I might be the problem, not the lighting?
I didn't think so.
And, did you know that if you skip three classes in four weeks or ten classes in six months in a DISD high school, and you ignore the court date set for you, they will actually come and get you out of class, handcuff you, and take you to jail just like they say they will on those court papers that you ignored? And then, your guardian will have to leave a meeting and come get your hiney out of the Big House. And he will not be happy with you. Not happy at all.
A little bird told me that one.
His name was Darius.