1) Oh my, it's been a whirlwind at our house this week. Our church's Christmas production opened last night and I can't tell you the number of hours we've spent working on it. When it gets down to crunch time and we're spending every waking minute getting the set ready, we start to wonder why we thought this was a good idea. But watching it come together on opening night whacks me over the head with the realization this musical is way more than a show. God takes about 50 ordinary people, working tirelessly for months, and uses them in His divine appointment. It's truly a miracle to behold and such a privilege to watch. By the end of the run I'm pretty sure I'll be a blubbering mess, so grateful for the opportunity to be a part of it.
Oh, and FYI--I told my husband not to plan a stinking thing for today. We're spending the day sleeping, coming up for air and food, more sleeping, watching movies, laying VERY, VERY low. Whatever you do, DO NOT call our house.
2) One of Miss Innocent One's teachers had a rude awakening. Always looking for ways to liven up the classroom, she decided to bring in some Christmas music she listened to as a kid. Now, this is a pretty young teacher, I'd say under 30, yet some of the music was on cassette tapes. The Alvin and the Chipmunks tape caught the attention of the kids.
"Wow, I didn't know they were popular way back then," said one girl.
"What do you mean, way back then?" the teacher bristled, "It's not like I'm 100 years old, you know."
Oh, poor Mrs. M. I feel her pain. It reminds me of the first time someone called me "Ma'am." Ouch.
3) Drummer Boy is super stoked to go to the Big Twelve Championship game with the Husker band on Saturday. It'll be a LONG day, though. As he put it, they get on a plane Saturday morning, land in Dallas, hop on a bus, go straight to the stadium, have a rehearsal, do warm-ups, play throughout the game, then hop back on the bus, get back on the plane and come home. The game doesn't start until 7:PM. He's figuring he'll get home some time between 3:30 and 5:30 a.m. on Sunday.
Of course, as his mother I'm worried about when he'll eat and sleep, but then I'm just a kill-joy, huh?
No, not, really. I'm excited for him. It's a great opportunity. He'll have a blast. Besides, I quit reminding him to eat months ago.
4) A funny thing happened at my mom's around the Thanksgiving dinner table. Drama Queen was in rare form, making her presence fully known, when out of the blue, my brother (who does NOT read the blog) said to her, "Man, you're a Drama Queen."
Ha! I pegged her!
5) Tuesday morning Ladies Man started running a fever at school. He told me the nurse used some new kind of thermometer to take his temperature. In order to position it correctly on his forehead, she had to move his hair and while she was doing it remarked, "Your hair is so cute." The aide in the nurses' office concurred as well.
Sheesh. The kid can't help it. He's a cutie patootie, even when he's sick.
6) And now a joke from cutie patootie, Ladies Man:
A crew member of a ship ran up to the captain and announced, "Sir, the enemy has a ship on the horizon coming our way."
"Bring me my red shirt," the captain said, "Then if I am hit, the rest of you won't panic."
The crew member retrieves the red shirt and comes back with a new announcement, "Sir, now there are 45 ships on the horizon."
Says the captain, "Bring me my brown pants."
7) I suppose we shouldn't end on such a silly note. How about we conclude instead with my favorite Bible passage? This one got me through childbirth, scary financial times, times of waiting and uncertainty. I lean on it often.
I took you from the ends of the earth, from its farthest corners I called you. I said, "You are my servant"; I have chosen you and have not rejected you. So do not fear, for I am with you; do not be dismayed, for I am your God. I will strengthen you and help you; I will uphold you with my righteous right hand. For I am the Lord, your God, who takes hold of your right hand and says to you, Do not fear; I will help you.
Isaiah 41:9-10, 13
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