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Anybody here? body here dy here ere
Huh, so this is what an abandoned blog looks like.
Its so... sad.
Well, it's my own dadgum fault. Instead of dumping my creative juices into this blog, I've been working hard on other projects.
I'm one of those people that would probably fall into the category of "Jack of all trades, Master of none."
Although my name is not Jack and I don't trade Pokemon cards so.....
But I can't help myself! I like to do too many things and therefore can't keep up with any one them!
Ah well, even though February is about over, I still plan to finish blogging about Christmas.
Because I just need to, dang it! *slams fist on counter for emphasis* Ow.
In the meantime, while I stare at the sixty-plus pictures left from Christmas that I need to rummage through, choose and edit for the blog, I figure I had better record this story before it escapes my memory.
Because even though I think I'll never forget something, inevitably it happens.
Like forgetting to buy shoes for my wedding day.
Or a veil for that matter.
Wait, when is my anniversary again?
Two and a half weeks ago, Hubby was called as the Bishop of our ward.
Are you awake now? Can I get you anything? A drink of water? A chocolate chip?
No? You've recovered from the shock?
Okay then, continuing with my story.
We decided it would be best NOT to tell the kids ahead of time since we didn't want the United States and parts of China knowing before it actually happened. (this is something that should happen at the right place and time through proper priesthood authority)
I did tell Savannah the morning of as we were getting ready for church. She did the whole, mouth-dropped-open-eyes-widened-to-saucers thing. But she kept her cool.
What I didn't see coming was when they announced over the pulpit that Hubby was called as the new Bishop, Jacob's head snapped up and he gasped in shock so loudly, everyone around us started laughing!
And then laughed some more.
He's not exactly a quiet person.
He has no whisper, he wasn't born with that setting. There is only loud and louder.
He kept smiling and leaning over to ask, "Is daddy really the new bishop?"
It was cute the first seven times.
So, there you have it. One of my many reasons why this blog has been neglected of late.
Well, among other things.