Thursday, May 22, 2008

There Can be Miracles When You Believe

Woot! A miracle has occurred. The other day, Esther and I were in Wal-Mart, and while I was waiting for her to get her eyes checked, I was wandering in the women’s clothing section, which I never do at Wal-Mart. Anyway, I randomly picked up some jeans and thought, “Why not?” At this point I must point out that jeans and I have not been getting along for a couple of years. Nothing fits me the way I want it to, and none of them are ever long enough. I don’t know how many different stores I have gone to in an attempt to find jeans. And I found them at Wal-Mart. It was so completely unexpected, but talk about a miracle! (at least, for me it is, even though it probably sounds totally lame to everyone else)

Esther and I had our “housewarming” bbq last weekend, which ended up being pretty good. My friend Matt brought his grill over and cooked for us, we got our volleyball/badminton net set up in the backyard, and it was a good group of people that showed up. Had everyone that we invited and said would come actually show up, we would have had around 30 people there, but naturally, not everyone came, so we ended up with a group of about 15, which was a goodly number. The weather cooperated, so it was a beautiful day, and we broke out Esther’s telescope once it got dark and looked at the moon; got a brief glimpse of Saturn, too.

I planted my flowers Saturday morning, which was pretty exciting for me. Buying the flowers made me feel slightly grown up, and there was even a hummingbird in the nursery while I was picking them out, so that was a happy moment. Esther and I had a good time digging up all the weeds and yucky grass in front of our place . . . kind of. Esther started helping me once I’d gotten into a rhythm with it, so whenever I say I’m no good at anything, she reminds me that I’m a great digger. And then I feel better. We had a good laugh at ourselves while we were doing so, and an ever bigger laugh when we tried to work the lawnmower. Getting it started wasn’t a problem, but it wasn’t cutting anything. So back in the “Love Shack” it went (that is the name of the shed in our backyard—it’s painted red with the name in white; we did not name it).

And now for the quote of the week: “I’m not concerned about all hell breaking loose, but that a PART of hell will break loose . . . it’ll be much harder to detect.” –George Carlin

With affection and alliteration, Me.

2 comments:

tom, lisa, jack, and one more soon said...

...though hope is frail, it's hard to kill...

Charity said...

Hey, you totally stole that from me! But kudos on the jeans... I think jeans present an issue for most women. You're either too short, too tall, or like me too big-butted for the typical pair of jeans. So I'm happy you and your pair have been blissfully united. :)