I Made Sunday Dinner And Nobody Barfed or Found A Hair in Their Portion!

Every Sunday we all converge like piggies to a gravy-filled trough to Snoozy house for some good eats. And Snoozy never complains. She is very, very generous-the type of person who when one goes to her house they end up taking a shower, eating 39 oreos, and freely rifing through her purse. And all they came over for the in the first place was to borrow a paper clip.
Anyway, I was thinking a few weeks ago that one of these days I would like to make the meal. I have been really getting into cooking. So I found a really good recipe on the Internet for chicken spaghetti, hiked up my skirt and decided to give it a shot. The Bad Lunch Omen Fairy must have been throwing black confetti to the wind, because it initially ended up being just Snooze and I. But I text-nagged Brenda, and she dragged Steve over. And people took seconds! You have no idea how much this excited me!

I started making a pink gingham apron and matching hair net at the dinner table right then and there.

Since I made a big old whompin' barrel of it, we had some to bring to Sunday night fellowship. And people ate it!


Hey Big Boy, wanna get together for Sunday Dinner?

Mission Service

I love mission services. I've only been to a couple, but they are so inspiring. I was really glad to hear what Phillip and Heather are accomplishing over there. Here are some pics:



awwww...such cuties








I was hoping to post a pic of just us girlies, but it didn't turn out after all :( oh well.

Such High Hopes

I had such high hopes for this weekend. I am blessed to have Fri through Sun off. So as I toiled at my desk job this week, I had all kinds of visions as to what I was going to accomplish on Friday when I finally got some time when I wasn't tethered to my phone with a headset. Here's what I wanted to get done: do my grocery shopping finish my laundry, work on some kind of craft project, ride my new bike, knit a couch, get sanctified, learn how to conduct open heart surgery, etc. Here's what I accomplished: prayer time and eating several chunks of cookie dough straight out of the tub. I'm not quite sure what happened to the rest of my day. Maybe I lost consciousness and morphed into another me that did something fun, like go to Europe. Maybe the other me is still having a good time, which excuses the present me from any duties today. I hope the other me brings me back a souvenier. Like French cookie dough.

PS I was blessed to get to see Phillip and Heather's mission service last night. I will post pics later. It just didn't seem right to put my indolence and their Columbian efforts in the same room together.