Sunday, September 13, 2009

Apparently I look miserable.

I have to make a confession. I really didn't want to go to church today. Why? Apparently I look miserable. The whole reason I was dreading the social interaction of church was because no matter how well meaning people may be, hearing that you look miserable and uncomfortable somehow doesn't make you feel any better. It's one thing when a close friend or loving family member says it, but when you haven't spoken to someone more than once or twice in passing in the last six months and they go out of their way to tell you how bad they feel for you and how miserable you look, it's enough to make an active member with a strong testimony to want to duck into the back of the chapel during the opening hymn and out during the closing hymn. If I didn't have three little kids, I probably would have. Honestly!!!
So I got to thinking this afternoon. You know how what you say is usually more polite and tactful than what you think? I wonder what those people really thought! I ran it by Josh and he thought that maybe they were just absolutely shocked by the size of my stomach. I think that could be part of it. My guess is something like this....."Can she get any bigger?!? How in the world can she waddle like that in public and not be embarrassed?!? How many times is she going to do that to herself?!? Will somebody please shoot her and put her out of her misery!!! Somebody needs to boil some water, that lady is going to explode!!! Could her ankles get any bigger?!? She should save herself the humiliation and duck in and out of the back during the opening and closing hymns!!!!!!"
So my question to you is, what do you think they are really thinking?????????

Finally!!!


Abby has been dying to ride a horse. Our friends the Kofoeds called and asked if she would like to come ride on Saturday. Afterward she said, "That's the most fun thing I've ever done......besides Six Flags."