Jesus is the Reason for Taco Mayo

It was just one of those kinda funky and funny days.

Mac had some issues today. She always gets nervous/excited on Sunday mornings which increases her stomach acid which makes her think she's going to throw up even though she's not. Of course, after heaving for six hours straight on Wednesday, you can't convince her otherwise. So, she sat in on my class reading "Weird & Gross Stuff from the Bible."

As I was leaving the platform during the service ... you know - the offertory - which is also when the deacons collect the offering, the pianist plays, the non-participating musicians sit down or shuffle around and the pastor makes his way up to the platform ... so I needed to remind my husband to announce something at the end of service (which he forgot, by the way), and realized I was leaned over yacking away to him. Like my butt ... pointed at the whole congregation. Lovely. I did scooch to the right as I was saying my final two words. I'm sure everyone appreciated my effort.

It's Lottie Moon Christmas Offering time. Our ladies group that promote the offering always do something creative. For Lottie Moon, we have a billboard at the front of the church with silver garland and Christmas lights. They unscrew all of the lights and then screw in/light up a light for every $100 or so dollars that we receive. However, today, throughout the ENTIRE service (including while Michael was drawing attention to it at the end of the service - ya' know - just before FORGETTING my announcement about feeding the hungry), the lights just kept going out. One after another. Blip. Blip. Blip. Even the stinkin' Christmas lights can feel the recession. So sad.

We drove out of town for lunch. For those of you in rural communities, you know what a treat that can be. For those of you in the city ... it was like, well, NORMAL! On the way out of town, we passed our little "Taco Mayo." They have a marquis as a part of their sign, where they like to announce an employee's birthday, or that tacos are on sale - that kind of thing. Well, today it just said, "Jesus is the Reason." That was it. So, now we know. Jesus is the reason for Taco Mayo. I had always wondered.

As we entered the Chinese buffet place (hubby and I had a reward meal - now we're having reward gas to be followed by reward craps), my husband recognized a local pastor. He introduced us to a man that was visiting his church ... who is really great friends with our friends, the Dyson's (living in Oaxaca, Mexico), whose daughter just arrived in Haiti YESTERDAY to help Licia's kids with their homeschooling!!! Oh my holy cow, it IS a small world, after all!

In trying to remind the kids who the Dyson's were, we recapped how they lived in our church's mission house in Dallas while on furlough. That's when our youngest son replied, "Oh yeah! We lived there for awhile, too. Remember? A long time after, we found out we had taken the remote to the TV with us." Yes, we did remember doing that, and how we screwed over the missionaries' cable viewing pleasure for several months. I'm pretty sure we STILL have a few plastic hangers that say, "STBC MISSION HOUSE" written on them in permanent, sharpie, please-don't-inadvertently-steal-from-missionaries-on-furlough marker. I do realize what a huge confession this is, knowing how many STBC pals read my blog. Ah well. It's true. It's out there. Wadda' ya' gonna' do?

Rocky thought the peel-and-eat shrimp sounded really yummy ... until he had to, ya' know, PEEL them. "Um, is it okay if I don't eat these? The leg parts give me the creeps." heh. I still just love watching him experience new things.

Reminded Presh to be careful, so as not to get chocolate pudding on her white shirt. Of course, she waited a full seven minutes before dribbling it all down her chest. I thought that was really sweet of her.

Last, but certainly not least, do you know the proper way to read the fortune from a fortune cookie? You always add "in bed" or "between the sheets" to the end of it.

My fortune: "A new relationship is about to blossom. You will be blessed." To which I say, "Ah YEAH!" I'm normally not into that sort of thing, but ya' know it IS my fortune.

My husband's fortune: "Your most memorable dream will come true." To which I don't know what to say. I think I might be a little frightened.