Living Blossoms

+ I can no longer say that I've never locked my keys in my car. When I got to work today, I had lots of stuff in my hands to bring into the church. Apparently my keys somehow slipped out of my fingers and fell onto my seat without me realizing it until I went to put them into my purse once I got inside... and they weren't there. Hehe. I'm more amused by it than anything, since we live only 1.5 miles from here and Isaac will just come by on his way home from work. Plus, since it happened when I got here, I have lots to do before I need to leave. I've been driving for 10 years now ('cause I got my permit at age 15) and never had locked my keys in the car till today. I don't know - does it even really count if you're not in a place where you have to be stressed about it or have someone go out of their way to help you? I remember once, when I was about 4 years old, my mom locked her keys in the car on a hot day. This wouldn't have been a bad thing - we didn't live too far away, so Dad, Aaron, Nathan and I just hopped in the car to go help - if little baby Seth wasn't still in there! Oh, she was totally freaked out. But he was fine. That is the worst keys-locked-in-car story I've ever heard, but if you have a better one, do share!

+ I pre-ordered Jimmy Needham's new CD last night. I'm so glad his first one did well enough for him to make a second!

+ Yesterday I told someone a fun memory of my brothers and me from when we were kids, and I thought y'all might like to hear it too. (If not, feel free to skip.) My brothers and I used to play pretend that we were the A-Team (from the '80s TV show). My older brother, Aaron, was Hannibal, because he is the bossiest person ever, and he wanted to be in charge. I was Face, because he was cute and I never went through the "boys have cooties" stage. My younger brother Nathan was Murdock, because he was nuts. Not really (well, maybe a little), but bossy Hannibal and I outvoted him. My youngest brother Seth was quite a bit younger than we were, but weirdly always had an obsession with Mr. T. I distinctly remember him naming a balloon (yeah, I don't know. We were weird kids.) "B.A.". So he was B.A., despite being the weakest and smallest of all of us. Good times.

+ My evil ant bite is finally beginning to diminish. Weirdly, the part that was the large and lightest pink is now a bit smaller and turning yellowish, like a bruise. That thing was obviously not a normal fire ant. I keep waiting to develop spider - er, ant - senses, or be able to lift 50 times my body weight.

+ Before we left for El Salvador, I got a great deal on a nice all-in-one b&w laser printer thanks to SlickDeals. I finally got around to hooking it up last night, and I'm kicking myself for waiting so long. It is NICE. It prints SO fast, and it's networked, so I can print from my laptop in the living room. It's awesome.

+ I had lunch at Chuck E. Cheese's today with Dad, Ange and the kids. That was fun. I stayed there with the kids for about an hour while Ange had a haircut appointment. And, of course, I got cotton candy with my tickets. =o)

+ Tomorrow I'm heading down south to hang out with hominygrits and her family at the beach. I'm definitely excited. It's supposed to rain though, so we'll see what happens.

+ Oh, where is my husband? Oh, where is my husband? Oh where, oh where, oh where, oh where, oh wherrrrrrrrre - is my husband?