Wackadoodle

Word Games

I love to morph words. One of my favorites is a combo of Wacky and Cockamamie, and it’s this:

Wackamamie. [wack a MAY me]

I say it all the time. “Look at my hair today. It’s wackamamie,” or, “Oh my goodness. My sister just got this wackamamie huge raise,” or, “Rob, what kind of sandwich is that? It’s all wackamamie with 10 different fillings coming out at all angles.”

 Ice Cream Social

On Sunday, we took Lexie and Lauren to the Ice Cream Social at our church. We have a tradition of taking the two of them for ice cream after Christmas, and this year we just didn’t do that in a timely manner. So we’re on the way to the church and the girls want to scream, “Wackadoodle!” at a field full of geese and/or ducks. I was driving and the road was curvy, so I didn’t pay attention to the waterfowl.

I finally rolled down the windows and the girls screamed, “Wackadoodle,” until they were laughing and hoarse. They explained, interrupting each other, that if screamed loud enough, the waterfowl will honk or duck back at you. I laughed at this, but decided not to tell them differently. Apparently they saw it on TV or a movie. So it must be the truth, right?

Lauren kept telling me that my games were boring, or that the dessert was yucky, or that my shirt is ugly, or whatever. She was tired and was being mean-hearted. Meanwhile, this tiny girl ate 2 huge bowls of ice cream and three other desserts. Lexie did the same. And all sugared up, we took them back to mom. Heh.

Failing Health

In other news, a man who Rob’s visited often in the past year (from our church) will pass away very soon. Rob and I drove over to the Care Center tonight so he could visit the family. It’s always very sad when Rob is on “death watch” for someone. I think we really “like it better” when it’s completely unforseen… because we’re both very good in the middle of a crisis, just not leading up to it, or afterward when it’s long and drawn out.

InFertility-Go-Round

I was supposed to start my meds almost a week ago, but I didn’t want my Friend to visit over last weekend’s campout… so I just… haven’t started yet. But I still trust that God has lead me where I need to be, so as soon as I’m done with this post, I will pop the pill.

I’m content, and I’m angry. I’m sad, and hopeful. I am sullen, and completely hyper. My emotions are all over the map. I am so fricking tolerant of those who say, “At least you don’t have kids to worry about,” and our former contractor who asks every SINGLE time he sees me, the reason why we don’t have children. And somtimes I just can’t deal.

I feel like things are changing. In my heart. In my body. Between God and me. Letting go a little, I think, but trusting and obeying… and being nice even when I don’t wanna… and not talking about people  behind their backs.

Life is all about learning.

Speaking of which, I’m all set to have a fun day with Rob tomorrow. He’s taking me to a music store so I can find some amazing sheet music to wow all my friends with. I was thinking Shane and Shane, so I can play and sing in church sometime.

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