Seven Quick Takes With Emphasis On The “Quick”
Hello Friday, it’s been a while. Nice to have you back.
I had very few comments on yesterday’s post but several emails. I know it was not my normal post but I felt like it was my duty to let y’all know. Like I said, I see Lucy once or twice a week, so this is a pretty big part of my life… and not something I would waste my time on if it didn’t work.
Ironically I had a headache yesterday. It could have been from the massive amounts on red onions I put in my salad… or it could be from God as a way of telling me not to give glory to Lucy, but to Him. So in an effort to clear everything up with you, me, and God I will tell you that He is the Ultimate Healer and has relieved my headaches through mercy and the hands of Lucy. (And I say that in an unjoking way because I am a firm believer that God puts people here to do His work.)
I still haven’t painted my toenails. If you know me, you know how much this bothers me. I’m of the opinion that all females should have their toenails painted at all times. I’m reading The Girlfriends Guide to Pregnancy and they say that I should get pedicures because it’ll make me feel better. I think that’s brilliant.
Do you also remember last week when I told you I was going to do my taxes? Well I didn’t. But that’s okay because I have serious plans to do them tonight. It’s in my planner. In ink. (That’s redundant. Everything in my planner is in ink.)
Last weekend Stephen and I went to my brother and sister-in-law’s for our monthly dinner. I made some delicious alfredo, garlic bread, and Olive Garden salad. We let our bellies settle for a bit and then I fried up some funnel cakes. And the Lord said it was good. They taste exactly like the ones at carnivals, only better because you can eat them while they are piping hot and in the privacy of your own home so nobody can judge you for eating the entire thing and getting powdered sugar all over your face.
That’s my sister-in-law. The one who had the precious baby. She’s gorgeous. That’s me in the background. Please note that this is not my kitchen. Oh how I wish it was, but it is not.
I think I peed about 40 times yesterday. Whoever said that the second trimester is the honeymoon period is on crack. Although it may be the honeymoon period if I was just beginning to show like the books say. But I’ve got myself a hefty belly that’s already weighing me down, upsetting my back, and disrupting my sleep. I don’t really want to complain because I think I’ve had it pretty easy, but I just want it documented somewhere that I am uncomfortable.
The city of Houston is covered in a yellow layer of pollen. This means that 90% of the city is congested and sick. This also means that 90% of the city is pissed off.
I’m out. I have absolutely nothing else to tell you. That may be a first.