Monday, October 22, 2012

The Last Few days

Thursday afternoon...a coffee date with that guy that I like so much.  There's just something about a pumpkin spice latte in a mug, instead of a paper cup, that just seems so...grown up maybe?

I'm getting used to these little 'splurges'.


Thursday night...only Brian and I were home and my neighbor brought by my absolute favorite thing ever.  I wish I could tell you what it is exactly (I'll find out...promise!) but it's phyllo and feta and it's baked and crispy and creamy and SO FREAKIN' GOOD.  Seriously, if you don't have a Turkish neighbor...well, beg one to move in next door.   

You won't be sorry.

Friday morning...I got an SOS call from a supervisor in Laguna Beach who was in need of a crossing guard.  I was already in the area so I ended up working it and it wasn't until I uploaded the picture that I even noticed the political sign behind my chair.  I actually took the picture of the sugar free mocha that I dumped as soon as I got there.  


Friday night!  We had a Groupon for The Cellar, so off we went.  We got dressed up and lo and behold, The Cellar is actually in...a cellar.  Why I found that so funny I have no clue, but I had a serious case of the church giggles all night long.

You can dress me up but I'm still in Jr High on the inside.


Saturday morning was a hike in the rain.  Rain, gloriously chilly rain.  After doing 4 1/2 miles in the heat the day before, this was SO welcome...though I did get a blister on my heel.  Boo Hoo.

Saturday afternoon?  Pretty.  Did lots of errands and then sent the babe of the family off to the Homecoming dance.  Ours isn't's called Jersey Jam and they all wear, well, jerseys.  Easy peasy, especially if you have a houseful of boys who own jerseys.

And yes, Brian, the baby of the family, went with his girlfriend.  Here we go, round 3.  The parental unit stayed home and had a cocktail.  A much needed cocktail.

Sunday  I'm going to be honest,  I'm struggling a bit.  I don't even know how to explain it, but the simplest way is to say that I have a better (and more real) understanding of spiritual warfare than I ever knew existed.  And it scares me.  I'm not questioning my God...but I feel like He's far away.  And I need Him.

Could you pray for me?

Sunday night...another date night!  This time at home...Alex was working and Brian had a birthday dinner to go to, which left just us grown-ups at home.  Our original plan was scrapped when we got changed from being the ones to drop off to the ones who picked up, so I threw together a fast supper...risotto with prosciutto and topped with a sunny side up egg.  


Tomorrow is back to reality.  I'm not sure I'm ready for the weekend to end yet...not that I have a choice.


1 comment:

  1. Hi Michele. I am thinking of you and praying for you. I am going through some stuff of my own. E-mail me anytime.
    I wish I lived closer. Pennsylvania is kind of far. :-)


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