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2006-10-16 - 8:25 a.m.
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Last night, I had yet another moment where my brain stalls but my mouth didn't. I was trying to help Michael get his neck so it wouldn't hurt. I pressed on a spot to try and ... encourage the pain to go away. Unfortunately, it was more of a Vulcan-death-grip spot. Oops. As Michael yelped (well, it it weren't so manly, it would have been a yelp), I apologized and told him I was trying to do the "power point thing." What I meant was "PRESSURE point." So we joked about where the mouse clicks would be. Also, when we were eating at his folks' yesterday (and his brother and sister-in-law and nieces were there), Dad C asked at one point, in response to my sister-in-law(-in-law)'s declaration of loving cookie dough in a tub, "What's better than cookie dough in a tub?" Chris and I, from different sides of the room, declare in unintentional unison, "Cookie dough in my MOUTH!" Yes, I found where I fit in. Or at least they've overlooked my idiosyncrancies this long that it's completely habit by now. Michael likes the pictures I draw on the chalkboard for Sunday School. Mordecai: Ester, YOU should marry the king! You're pretty! And righteous!" In a vignette of Mordecai exposing a plot to kill Ahasuerus, I have the assassin declaring "I would have gotten away with it, too, if it weren't for that meddling Mordecai!" I especially like my drawing of Haman eating at the banquet thrown by Ester. His jaw is dislocated as he *gobbles* and *snurfs* and realizs that he's "BUSTED!" Final score? JEWS - SAVED! HAMAN - DEAD-ED!! One reason I don't give up my calling even though I could (understandably so) with two infants? I get to draw things like this. And get away with dialogue like Haman's line, "I think Mordecai's a punk and I hate him!" (Yeah, so it's not going to get me into the screenwriter's guild, but it's fun). Other (big) reason? I get to be with my husband all day at church. The not-so-cool-bit? I don't really have any friends of my peers at church, since I'm not in the women's class at the last hour of church. But i get to be with Michael and a pretty decent class of 10 year-olds. And write/draw fun things. So it's okay.
![]() In my dreams, I'm pretty hot ... if I do say so myself. - 2006-10-25 Stephen Crane
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