Tidbits

We haven't heard anything about our FBI fingerprints yet. I'm hoping and praying that whoever has to "read" my fingerprints doesn't find them unreadable. So basically, I'm hoping and praying for a miracle. Not out of the realm of possibility, but it sure would help if my fingerprints were better.

The house is coming along. The brick is on. I was kind of worried because we didn't get to see a large sample of it beforehand, but we love the way it turned out. (And you'll have to trust me it looks good because I don't have a picture to show you.)The floors are also done. We planned from the beginning to stain the concrete and ended up doing it ourselves to save a large chunk of money. When I say "ourselves" I should clarify that my part in that was minimal. Patrick had to buff the floors before they were stained. Patrick had to wash and shop vac all the soap off the floors. Patrick stained and sealed the floors, and then put down paper so the sheet rockers and painters don't destroy them. I mopped on one of the cleaners and gave instructions, and . . . yeah, well that's about it. I'm great out giving direction, but I'm somewhat worthless when it comes to manual labor. And if ever any of you out there decide to stain your floors with your spouse, well, you had better think long and hard about the strength of your marriage. Because y'all it will try your patience with each other. But it's all good, and we survived.

Grocery store rage . . . it's the equivalent of road rage, and I have it. I really hate going to the grocery store. Generally, I have to do my grocery shopping after work or on a weekend when every person within a 30 mile radius has also decided to do theirs. And y'all there need to be some grocery store etiquette classes, because the lack of consideration is giving me grocery store rage. Some of the things that come to the tip of my tongue when I'm shopping are far from Christlike. I'm working on it, but in the meantime here's an example of the commentary that I keep up in my head while shopping. Must you wander aimlessly down the middle of the aisle so that no one else can get around? Must you then park your basket in the middle of said aisle while your children run from one end of the store to the other knocking people over and shoving baskets from side-to-side? Must you plant yourself in front of four of the doors to the milk coolers and then act oblivious as a line of people back up behind you while you try to decide which brand of chocolate milk you want? Must you come barreling out of the aisles going approximately 80 mph and then act shocked as you collide with two other baskets? (I'd hate to see some of these people drive.) My list of "must yous" could go on for quite a while, but I'll stop there. You get the point. I. Hate. The. Grocery. Store. That's all.

On a more serious note, there are some big changes going on in our lives right now. I still don't feel like I'm at liberty to discuss them all with all of you on the world wide web, but I'd greatly appreciate your prayers as we go through a time of major change and transition. Change is a good thing, but even when it's what you want, it can still be a bit stressful.

Well, I think that's about all the tidbits I have for tonight. Hope everyone's Monday was fantabulastic.