Thursday, November 29, 2012

The Cookie Monster

Today I'm getting all of my ingredients together so I can bake tomorrow. I realize this is not the type of thing I usually say on the blog . . . or anywhere else, for that matter. But there's a cookie swap at my church this weekend, and I'm going to participate if it kills me.

I'm supposed to bake five dozen cookies, which might as well be eleventy-twenty kabazillion cookies for all the baking experience I have, but I am determined. I'm gathering my butter and my flour and my sugars (both brown and white), and I'm going to bake cookies until I hit five dozen or I burn the house down.

My weapon of choice for the event is a potato chip cookie, because it's the only cookie I've ever baked from scratch. Ever. In my life. (God bless you, Mr. Pillsbury.) 

Paired with a Dr. Pepper, potato chip cookies make a fine breakfast. However, your healthcare professional may disagree.

If you don't hear from me tomorrow, it's because I'll be creaming butter and sugar (whatever that means) and trying to disable the smoke alarm.

Wish me luck!

Monday, November 19, 2012

I'm Okay, You're Okay

"So I'm OK with myself, with history, my work, who I am and who I was."

--Sidney Poitier 

Considering I've had four different people ask me in as many days how I'm doing, I figured I should probably update the blog. Maybe I need a new lipstick color. Or maybe there was a story on the news that someone with my name was in a horrible accident. Or maybe I'm just giving off some serious pouty mojo these days. 

I assure you all that I'm fine. I just haven't had anything blog-worthy to share. But since there appears to be some concern, I'll share what's been on my mind lately.
I might get my hair cut short again. Not super short. Maybe about chin length. But I kind of like that it's getting longer. Who knows? But I can promise that I'll be keeping my bangs. I've tried life without bangs, and it's not a good look for me.
Mo got mad at her swing and said something very inappropriate to it. I had to bite my cheek to keep from laughing, but now I'm concerned that I'm failing miserably at this parenting thing.
I'm looking forward to holiday get-togethers. I may be a little anti-social, but even I like a party every once in a while.
I thought I had conquered the bird phobia, so I put my finger in the birdcage at Mo's dance studio. When the bird scooted over to me, though, I jerked my finger back so fast I almost knocked the cage over. Clearly, there is work to be done.
Jack told me this joke the other day: "How do you wake up Lady Gaga? Poke 'er face." I'm not sure if it's the joke that cracks me up or the fact that Jack told it, but I laugh every time I think of it.
I think my car may be on its last leg. I'll be sad to see it go.

I love my sister. She is my best friend. I hope she reads this and knows how strong I think she is.
I'm putting together a readers theater piece for the Advent season for the drama group at church. It's a compilation of letters exchanged between Dietrich Bonhoeffer and his fiancee Maria von Wedemeyer while he was in prison. You talk about perspective? These people had it.
I have no idea what I'm getting most people for Christmas. I may be starting to stress.

Sadly, that's all I've got. I'm hopeful that the holidays will give me something fun to discuss here at A Drop in the Bucket.

I haven't been doing the 30 days of thanks this November. But today, I am thankful for friends who randomly send me "Are you okay?" emails. Hugs to each of you.

Until next time, happy Thanksgiving.

Sunday, November 4, 2012

My Solo Weekend

"I restore myself when I'm alone." 
--Marilyn Monroe 

Stephen took both kids camping this weekend. For those of you who may not have been math majors, that means I was home alone for about 32 hours. Well, that never happens.

I'd love to be able to tell you that I was very productive and did lots of housekeeping and volunteer work and finished -- heck, even started -- my Christmas shopping. But really I napped a good bit, watched Food Network and ate some junk food.

I tend to be a hermit and have to force myself to venture out, so I was kind of proud that I did send a last-minute text message to some of my girlfriends in the neighborhood to see if they could join me for dinner Saturday night. We had a group of five head out to dinner and then dessert. 


My, weren't we fancy!

Then today I went to church. It was a problem.

Today was the day each year that we recognize/remember those in our church who have died throughout the year. It has been a rough year for our church. We had five names listed -- all active members that are greatly missed. I didn't know that was happening today until I saw the names listed in the bulletin. Ruh roh!

The preacher started with my former pediatrician, a gruff gentleman with a heart of gold. Then he recognized an older man who served faithfully and quietly each Sunday. My eyes started to burn. Then he brought up Grandmama, and I melted into an actual puddle. Next up was my friend Malynda and finally the mother of one of my friends, who for 20 years loved the babies of our congregation (including Jack and Mo) in the nursery at church.

By that point, I was fully entrenched in an "ugly cry." Face scrunched up, throat emitting tiny embarrassing squeaks as I tried to choke back the sobs. 

(Dan, I promise I will bleach the mascara and blush out of your hankie and get it back to you. Thanks for passing it back to me.)

Once the waterworks started, I couldn't seem to pull it together. I was a teary mess for the rest of the service. It was pretty embarrassing, but it's shocking how much you can miss someone. I wasn't prepared to face it today.

But now I'm all better (although I am a little concerned about how I'll manage Thanksgiving, Christmas and January). My little family is back at home with me after having a big time overnight, and we are back in our routine getting ready for another busy week.