Wanna' Know What's on the Inside of a Diaper?

I didn't think I really cared until the other night when I had to pick up handfuls of it. So now you're thinking that my son tore a diaper up, right? Wrong. I did it. I was about to change Jackson's diaper and was going through the normal pre-diaper-changing routine of opening the box of wipes, getting one of them unfolded, and opening the diaper up. Well, I folded open the diaper and decided to "pop" it (you know, like you do towels or shirts when you're folding laundry) to make sure it was completely undone and when I did that, this floofy, white snow flew out everywhere. My husband was sitting in his chair and just started hee-hawing at me and here I am thinking, "Arrrrgh, now I've gotta' vacuum tonight AGAIN." But then I looked at my husband, who was just having himself a great time at my expense and decided to have myself a good laugh too. Jackson thought it was great fun to play in the floofy, white snow, which he was allowed to do for, oh, five seconds until I realized there's something in that stuff that makes your skin itch a little bit. I had to swoop him up out of it just before he started to put it in his mouth. So now I know ... and you do, too ... what's on the inside of a diaper! Not that I ever really cared, but anyway.

Well, now that I've shared something funny, I'm going to switch gears. Is it alright if I have just a little pity party? I won't take too long; I promise, but, folks of The Church of God, I need a little encouragement. I guess all of this blogging has really sort of made this hit home, but I feel kind of lonely. Actually, both of us do. Did any of you know that my husband and I are the only VLBs not only in our local church, but in the entire state of Missouri? That's right ... we're the only ones. We really miss the fellowship of brothers and sisters our age. Sure, I talk to some of you on the phone and that's helped a lot, but it's just not quite the same as actually getting to see you, give ya' a hug, etc. AND, unless the Lord intervenes with a miracle, we're not going to get to go to the Assembly this year either. (not really for financial reasons ... see previous post about Anthony's grandpa for the reason.) It's not that I'm discontent; it's just that every once in a while this bout of loneliness hits and it's a little bit rough. Anyway, I'm o.k., just a little sad at times. OK, thanks for letting me cry on your shoulder a sec. Back to other things ...

I have some really cool news. I have been chosen, along with three other English teachers at my school to make a presentation about a project I'm doing with my kids this year at the National Teacher's Convention in Nashville!!!! Not many teachers get to do this, so it's really an honor, and I'm thrilled at the prospect. I'm sooooo excited. OK, let me tell ya' about my project. My students have to choose an American speech (e.g. MLK's "I Have a Dream" or Patrick Henry's "Give Me Liberty or Give Me Death or JFK's "We're Going to the Moon", etc. The list goes on and on). They have to read and pick apart the speech and then they have to research what was going on in American history at that time and why the speech was given and what significance/message it had for the American people. Anyway, I believe the Lord gave it to me one night because so far no one else has ever heard of a project like that. I thought it'd be a neat way to combine history with a writing/research project. Anyway, I'm excited about the conference and very nervous, too, but it'll be neat to get to do it.

Well, I need to go start dinner. Ya'll take care. Love ya'.