Doesn't that sound exciting??
1. I hate it when I have 5 sandwiches to make (= 10 pieces of bread)...and I got up a little late...and I get into the kitchen, and only the bread butt is left.
Some people (I've heard rumors) LIKE the bread butt. Maybe it makes me some sort of bread snob, but I will not eat the bread butt. And for clarification...I consider the bread butt not only the last piece of bread in the bag, but the piece or two in front of it that is beginning to go stale.
So I go out to the freezer (yes, I freeze bread. I've recently learned lots of people don't freeze bread. Won't do it. But if I didn't...I'd be going to the grocery store every other day for a loaf of bread. ick.) and get another loaf of bread...thaw out what I need, and finish making sandwiches.
My point being.
It's just like the roll of toilet paper that no one will replace.
Just once I'd like for someone to say, "Hmmm. There appears to be a bread butt situation in the kitchen. I'll just mosey on out to the freezer and grab another loaf of bread so it's ready when my mom...whom I'm SOOOO thankful for...needs it when she makes MY sandwiches."
yeah.
I'm still waiting on that one.
2. Yesterday Ian went to a birthday party at the Jump Around Fun Zone in Bellingham.
So I ran some errands while he was there. Luke was with me...and we were having a fabulous day.
And I'll just pause here and say that truly fabulous days with your 15 year old son are about as rare as 3 dollar bills around here lately. ;)
Anyway. Fabulous day. Until he tells me that his iPod was stolen at school.
He knows it's his fault. Yes, he brought it to school. So do hundreds of other kids though.
I do feel bad for him. It was an iPod touch, and he thinks it was stolen out of his bag while he watched film for football practice recently.
I'm mad and sad for him all at the same time. grrrr.
3. So I go to pick up Ian from the aforementioned birthday party...and I'm chatting with the host mom...
and Ian comes around the corner limping and holding a bag of ice on his neck.
Seems there was a collision/slide incident with another kid.
He's fine now. But at the time it was just the icing on the cake of the day.
4. Yesterday was not without it's bright spots.
Literally.
Maybe I'm channelling my inner Stacy Julian (that girl is a NUT for color!)...but I thought these were da bomb. Those are just melamine bowls from Target...on sale. And the towels were buy one, get one at Kohls. But did you notice?? They're Food Network towels!
I'll probably cook like a flippin' super chef just because I have these towels!
That's my theory anyway.
5. Speaking of the Food Network...
I watched The Next Iron Chef last night. And can I just say that I'm really bummed that Chef Freitag was eliminated? I had hoped that that weaselly little Chef Metah would go. No such luck. I'm afraid he might just win the whole thing. So now I'm pulling for Chef Garces.
6. So Ian brought home a helium balloon from the birthday party.
I was laying in bed reading my book...and he came running in. I mean RUNNING. I have to admit, my first thought was "what NOW?!"
He is ALL excited and he says, "MOM...MOM!!...I just sent a message to JESUS!"
"What?"
"Isabelle and me wrote 'I love Jesus' on my balloon...and we let it go...and it went high and high...and now it's GONE TO HEAVEN!!!"
(Ok, so yes right now I'm feeling ashamed for wondering 'what now'.)
I went outside with him, and he points up and says, "See? It's gone."
So we stood there for a little bit looking for it, and then he said...
"I think He got the message."
I think He did too. :)
7. A few prayer requests...if you're so inclined. :)
---so many people dealing with cancer.
---little Coleson from Ian's class...going through chemo, losing his hair, and adjusting to his feeding tube.
---a sweet lady in my church who just lost her baby at 20 weeks.
Thanks!
Have a wonderful Monday...
