Nursery

A few weeks ago in Nursery:

I was giving the lesson about "Sunday." Why it's a special day, what we do on Sunday, etc. We talked about going to church on Sundays and that our church building is a special place.

Me: Do you know what else is a special place?
Nursery child: The home!
Me: (Impressed by the child's response since it was to be my next comment) Did you read the lesson manual?
Child: (Nods) Uh-huh.
Me thinking: This is why I love being in the nursery. Even if some weeks are really hard.

Just tell it like it is.

Bob's 15 seconds of fame.

P.S. You're awesome. Maybe Hope Woodside will be on the scene next time (just to make Dad jealous).

After these mess-a-ges, we'll be riiiiiiiiight back!

[How's that for a time warp back to your childhood?]

Stay tuned for evidence of what has been coined "The best Wendy birthday of all-time" AND "Humility vs. Humiliation; A Brief Study of the Pedometer."

Meanwhile (back at the ranch) [I couldn't help getting another childhood memory in here], enjoy a little luck of the Irish! And HAPPY BIRTHDAY to my youngest of the older brothers, Andrew Rex!

February Conundrum

Background: I was walking past the reception desk and came across a student (who looked really lost).

Student: Do you know where a calendar is I could look at?
Me: I have one at my desk if you walk over here.
[We walk to my "office" down the hall]
Me: Here you go. [I hand him my desk calendar]
Student: Oh, it only goes to 28 this month?
Me: [Pause] Yup.
Student: Ok, thanks. [Walks out the door]

Yes folks, it only goes to 28 this month. Sometimes it goes to 29. Don't worry about that until 2012.

Laffy Taffy

What kind of birds always stick together?

Vel crows.

Thank you Gisselle B, Bridgeton, DE

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I'm not listening.

Is it possible for a person to have watched every episode of The Office too many times? I mean, I understand there are relatively few people that have an Office quote for EVERY situation but that doesn't mean I can't. Right? Did you even see last week's episode? I was laughing so hard I almost fell off the treadmill.

Discuss.

P.S. Greg also possesses the aforementioned "ability." I would say it's in the top 20 reasons I love him so much. [If Greg were here, he would say something like, "Oh yeah? It's in my top 3; so suck it." The Fire, Season 2]

To my Daddy,

I love you!

Christian Nielson on x96

Christian Nielson (aka Nie's husband) was featured on x96's "Ask A..." morning show feature today. I hope they will post the audio so anyone who missed it can take a listen.

I didn't hear all of it but would recommend it to anyone who has followed the Nielson's story.

I am that woman

Which comedian makes the joke about women that remember everything, including the date of the first time their significant other kissed them in a Jiffy Lube? Jim Gaffigan? Demetri Martin? That other guy? Well, I am that woman. Honestly, I think it scares Greg a little bit. I mention this because today is the 1-year anniversary of our official engagement (we had our date set at the Temple for almost two weeks before I actually said "yes"). Granted this event is of obviously greater importance than a kiss at any Jiffy Lube. Unless, of course, that is where you were proposed to. (please say that has never happened to anyone) Regardless, when my wedding ring went missing last week, Greg held me as I sobbed into his shoulder and said, "I didn't even make it one year without losing my ring."

Today I'm happy to say that I'm wearing that ring and I am that woman - the one Greg picked.

Clarification: The aforementioned comedian does actually make the joke about Jiffy Lube; I'm not trying to say I remember the first time Greg kissed me at Jiffy Lube. Besides, we're more of the Pep Boys type.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY to my nephew Xander who turns 1 today!

Atta boy!

My eyes hurt. Why? Because I've been crying for the last two days straight over the losing of my most prized physical possession. My wedding ring.

You lost your wedding ring? What kind of a wife are you? Do you have any idea how much Greg paid for that? And let's not forget the immensity of the sentimental value!

And that's why I've been crying so hard. That's what my "shoulder devil" has been saying.

HOURS of searching. Searching under the bed. Searching through the trash. Searching through the trash again. Flashlights beaming down drains. The retracing of steps. Multiple trips back and forth to work. I even looked in the breaker box AND the peanut butter jar.

MANY prayers were sent to heaven. Prayers of pleading.

Desperation.

So, I sent an e-mail to everyone at work, just in case. I've never felt so loved by co-workers. People I don't even know were asking if I'd found it yet. Sympathy came from everyone who had lost their wedding ring at some point too. (One guy told of going to the store where his wedding ring had been purchased soaking wet after searching through a reservoir for 2 hours for his. He thought he could dupe his wife by buying a new one before going home. Inevitably, they didn't make that ring style anymore.)

Even more HOURS of searching. I was physically ill. I wasn't even hungry, and that is saying something. When I did eat, a beloved cucumber was the only thing that sounded edible. (Note: not uncommon for me)

And then, inspiration.

Greg was just tall enough and standing at just the right angle to see it. There is was, glittering on a shelf in our downstairs bathroom. I rarely use that bathroom but had been in there cleaning in preparation for an overnight visit from our good friend Scott. It blended in with the metal shelf and was too high for my line of sight.

I cried even more.

Greg: "You don't need to cry anymore, we found it!"
Wendy: "But I'm just so happy you found it!"

Celebration!

And I was hungry again! But only for french vanilla ice cream covered in Reese's Pieces.

My boss told me this morning that she couldn't sleep last night because she was worried about me. Another co-worker said that Greg deserves an "Atta boy!" for finding it.

My eyes still hurt. I can't stop looking at the beautiful ring on my finger and the sparkly diamonds are blinding me.

Atta boy Greg. Atta boy.

April 12, 2008