My parents left me, between them, about 10 or so Bibles. The 2-column one with a NIV-ish translation and a KJV translation side-by-side is pretty cool. But when my parents' minister emailed me last month to say they'd found Mom's Bible in one of their study rooms, and where should they mail it, I really had to find a nice way of telling him not to bother. (It's a donation to the church's youth ministry now.)
ETA:
I should also mention that it's got my husband's name on the cover. Cause, you know, it was a gift. But it's small, and you can, um, paint over it in black nail polish?
Stricken from the book of life? Noooooooo!
Going to the movies tonight with friends. This weekend we are measuring the front yard and trying to plan and budget the GET RID OF FUGLY CEMENT BLOCK WALLS AND DEAD GRASS OMG AT LAST campaign.
Will do!
Thanks. Now that I have a grown up job, I really need to pay more attention to my finances. And make investments.
Yeah, I know the feeling. I still need to get on the making investments part. Interest rates ain't what they used to be.
Stricken from the book of life? Noooooooo!
Bwah! And no, I don't really care about the name. It's for regular use, so no one's really going to be looking at it. BUT! I could make up some story about how I stole it off a dead man's body if people ask! That would be awesome.
weekend
Today: Paperwork until I die, including the Great Receipting Sort. Also, laundering the linens. And I already rotated the mattress, which nearly killed me, so I call that a win. Clean house. Bake bread.
Tomorrow: Lessons, kiddoes to the house for spaghetti (ooh...thanks for the reminder, must thaw the ground buffalo to go in the crockpot tomorrow morning), church.
Sunday: Skipping church! Whoohoo! Because Monday is a holiday and we haven't had a weekend in ever, and we need it. Watch football.
Monday: Is a holiday! Enjoy the deep irony of our Navajo school taking Columbus day off. And then lie around and watch tv, work on the yard.
It is already my weekend, due to public school fall break. Today we have made gingersnaps, 18 hour bread, vegan crockpot chili, and shrinky dinks. And done 4 loads of laundry and met a very nice HVAC guy. Yet to do: grocery store, and Target for a new tarp and a scale (mr. flea is planning to put himself on The Hacker's Diet. There is a diet for everyone, I guess.)
Tomorrow we are off to pick apples in Western NC, eat dinner in Asheville, camp out and probably get rained on. Then to Smokey Mountain National park, probably ditto. Home Monday.
Ooh jealous. I miss the Smokies.
In fact, I am all sorts of homesick for autumn, and I can't work out why. It's never hit me like this before and I'm really happy and contented in my life. But boy howdy do I miss midwestern fall. There are trees that turn here (although not in my neighborhood) but they only turn yellow. There are no reds and no oranges. It's very weird. And then it's mostly junipers and pines anyway, which I appreciate in the deep of winter, but right now I want autumn.
I would like to go apple picking!
I ADORE apple picking. Really I am starting to think it is a sin to live in places that apples won't grow.
