So I Skipped

Ok, yes, I know I skipped Wednesday’s post. And Friday’s. You’ll be ok…really. If, that is, you even missed me. Today is going to be kind of random, as I haven’t had time to actually gather my thoughts enough to focus them in one direction.

This past weekend brought our big winter/spring event at church. Spur58 was in doing the music, and it was a long, loud, great weekend. They will also be leading worship at the JH/HS camp this summer. Husband was excited because they have an albino guy in the band who, by the way, was very cool. So much for not profiling people. Mike Satterfield was the speaker, and he was great. Our kids didn’t know what to think of him at first because he got a little, um, excited sometimes. But it was good for the kids to hear from someone who didn’t necessarily fit into their little box.

It actually snowed this weekend. Well, I use that term rather loosely. Frozen flakes of precipitation fell from the sky intermittently throughout the weekend, and even managed to stick on a few things for a short time. However by the time we got out of church on Sunday morning, it was all gone…g-o-n-e. So much for getting to enjoy the “splendor of a winter’s morn”…EVER. Why couldn’t the front that dumped two feet of snow on the northeast have dipped down a little further on its way and deposited some of that here? I guess I shouldn’t be complaining that we’re not having a particularly cold winter. Our gas and electric bills are double what they were last year already anyway.

A friend pointed me toward a new blog written by some local folks. It’s called Lunchtour. These people go to local hole-in-the-wall places for lunch and report to the world on their findings. They’re not specially qualified or anything, other than the fact that they too have taste buds and like to please them. Their favorite place so far has been Brough Commons at the U of A…something about paying $7 to eat continuously until you die. This idea was actually one that Husband and some friends had about a year and a half ago, but someone else actually started doing it. I wish they had jumped on it – it could’ve been them in the paper this past Sunday.

Husband has decided to go on Atkins for a few weeks. Ugh. I’m proud of him for wanting to lose weight. I just hate Atkins for my own personal, selfish reasons. If I try to eat what he’s eating, I just about starve to death. I can eat twice the portion he’s eating (not kidding) and still be starving in half an hour. So, I have to fix food for him, and then fix food for me. And I always feel guilty eating bread in front of him because I know how much he loves it. That didn’t stop me last night, though. I had to have something else to go with my chili!

At last, it’s time for the Olympics again. I have a few things to say about all of that – maybe later. It’s called a teaser, and yes, this is a blatant use of one.