I know I pretend to be extremely computer literate but I'm really struggling with this blog thing. Maybe I started it a little prematurely, that is before I really knew what I was doing but I guess we will all learn together. That is if you can stay around for a while until I really get an idea on it. I do have some advice for you all though. Here it is, Trust your mother, she knows what she's doing. This whole thing will work out in the end! Things can only go up from here, I promise. Today is a crazy day, it was supposed to be the day I cleaned my bedroom good but I can see that isn't going to happen because Sherry called and we're taking food to Joanne Shaw because Arva Shaw died. Alisa called and was going to come over but she dogged me just to go and get a Christmas tree with her family, then dad came home for breakfast and reminded me that we are going to Alfredo's sons birthday party this afternoon and of course it is my week to teach Sunday School and the lesson is not in good shape yet. So, the bedroom will have to be another day. That is the problem it has been another day for quite a while now and things aren't looking up because it is Thanksgiving soon then Christmas and of course it is birthday season in between and after and Oh I am doing Share Week again this year. Yes I know I said I wasn't doing it anymore but here I am doing share week. I will give you an update on that later because I have to go now and make up a song about a toilet and get the games ready for the faculty Christmas party. Why!!!! I think I need another NO sign.
I just had a talk with Rusty and he thinks I just need to get up an hour earlier every day and I think he might be right. If that works out for me I'll let you know and you can start calling me after 7:am but don't start until I let you know for sure because the transition might take a day or two. Well, I'm off now to get busy, Olah (practicing my spanish for the birthday party)
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Don't eat the menudo...
We had an interesting time at Manuel's birthday party. There were several tables with birthday tablecloths and soda pop set up and we were invited to sit wherever we wanted. Maria was very gracious and tried to make us as comfortable as possible. I think Alfredo was very nervous. The music was EXTREMELY loud! I'm not sure I can hear today so it's good I can write isn't it. We didn't have to turn down the Menudo because they had Carnitas with Spanish rice and beans. It was really pretty good. We got ready to leave and Maria talked dad into staying for desert. They cut cake early just for us. Dad was in a hurry to leave because he felt everyone else would be more comfortable if we weren't there making them all nervous. We didn't get to see the presents opened but there were quite a few and Manuel is a cute little boy. It was a good experience and the music wasn't even too bad except it was way too loud. They had a little Elvis is Spanish and it was even recognizable. I guess Elvis transcends all language barriers.
I really like the Mexican culture. I think we have a lot to learn from them. Having said that, we are not going to have Elvis music at our kids birthday parties in any language whatsoever though...
Mom, don't spell Spanish for them if you go over again. It's hola.
I would love to come and help you with the blog how about this Thursday we plan on coming over and staying I believe. You are doing great though!
I'm not so concerned about your mispelled Spanish as I am about the new calling times. Let me know as soon as you change calling hours to include 7:00 am. It would help my self esteem a lot if you do change calling times because I MIGHT avoid being chastised from you about my poor calling habits. So, if your childrens self worth means anything to you, you should quickly put the new calling hours into use.
Maybe we should just all start calling at 7:00 AM to get you used to the change? It will feel like second nature after a while. We could move on to 6:30 if you are really wanting change in your life right now...
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