I had no breaking news to share, so I just started writing about the random events of life here. And since I had it written, I decided to include an excerpt in my blog as these stories get printed off into a book each year and capture a small slice of our life....
Keep in mind that this letter is written to a close friend.. I knew she would be amused by the mishaps. Nothing makes the stress of Malaria lessen like laughing at your own friends misfortunes! That is the goal!
I had a bottle of Elephantastic Pink that I had been
unable to use due to
the lid being stuck on tightly. So I tapped it on my
bathroom counter to
loosen the paint in the lid. Although I have done this
hundreds of times,
this particular time I shatted the bottle and
Elephantastic Pink sprayed all
over our bathroom.
This did not deter me. I really wanted this color on
my toes. So after I
cleaned up the mess, I dipped the brush in the bottom
shard of the bottle
and proceeded to paint. and yes, my toes look
stunning. thank you for
to continue on with mess-making
stories.. let me tell you about a recent one
tricia frantically packing for a trip to see sister and fam. the
to be all packed before Nick got home from work so we could all
jump in the
van and go. I was doing good on time.. I had the kiddos folding
when, BAM--chaos ensues.. Screaming, Running, Blood.
My eyes dart from
one kid to the other. Solomon looked suspicous as he had
donned a brown
satin shirt of mine over his clothes, and Maylen had blood
gushing from her
nose. The explanation? Solomon was folding my shirt when
he decided that
it looked like something a Ninja would wear. So he put it
on and modeled
it for Maylen. She was so impressed and told him that he
looked like a
Karate master. That inspired Solomon and he apparently
whisked his foot
high in the air to try out the roundhouse kick. Apparently
got in the way.
Once I ascertained that Maylen was not permanently
maimed, I began dealing
with the real issue... bright red blood on ivory
carpet. Then I followed
the trail of blood down the hall, through the
kitchen where I saw that blood
was splattered all over our new (sob sob)
carpet in the living room and all
over the massive heap of clean laundry.
It looked like a crime scene.
All is well now, and no, I was not
ready when Nick got home.. but he was
quite understanding when i relayed the
story to him. His comment was this,
"NO! NOT THE NEW CARPET!" that's the
problem with new things.. it's so
devastating when they get wrecked.
Yes, these are the little daily events that make up life!
And so I challenge you!
Go to your refrigerator (or wherever you keep the pictures of the missionaries you support), and pick out a missionary that would love a little insight into the daily fun in your life! Or maybe your grandma, or an aunt! Wouldn't it be fun to send an old fashioned letter for NO Reason!!
I know there is a lot of people in my life who have no idea how much I value their presence in my life as I don't think about expressing it.
I hope to change that!