Molly saves the day....

Well, my day, at least.

We had to go out of town this weekend, and as per usual, were in a bit of a rush on Thursday as we were last-minuting it to make Herr Ennis's (I mean, my dear, sweet husband's) schedule. Soooo...taking care of a box of Joe Corbi cheese bread I bought at school about 8 years ago (and left in the school freezer for that long, probably) and FINALLY brought home was not really on the big agenda, but certainly needed tending to so it didn't get wasted. Times are tough, you know? I carefully weighed my freezing options--make it fit upstairs and save a trip downstairs (which, is NOT fun these days as hips hurt, legs hurt and belly hurts, not to mention I get out of breath just talking) or suck it up and hit the dungeon. Well, it was my lucky day, as I opened the freezer part of the refrigerator upstairs, saw (imagine angels singing) the PERFECT shelf available and put the box of cheese bread in nice and snug-like. Yes, I realize it was snug, but it worked. Then, I closed it, carefully assessing the risk of it not letting the freezer door close, and imagine my glorious excitement as I stood there waiting for the door to pop open and it DIDN'T! I stood there a good 10 or so seconds, just waiting...and NOTHING. SUCCESS.

Or so I thought....when we got home on Sunday afternoon, I was out on the deck trying to enjoy the nice weather and I hear John going BALLISTIC in the kitchen. Thinking he lost a toe or something, I ran in and saw him slamming something kin to soggy bacon on the island. "What happened?" I innocently asked.

"EXPLETIVE, EXPLETIVE, you left the freezer opened, EXPLETIVE, everything gone, EXPLETIVE, be more careful, yada yada."

Well, of COURSE I left the freezer opened...why would I want to preserve all the food in the freezer? And better yet, I MEANT to do it too!

After realizing (through some encouraging words on my part) that the world was NOT over, it was an accident (yes, I'm a magnet) and it was not worth the yelling and screaming, (remember, happy mommies make healthy babies!) John said he was sorry for getting so mad. Then he added that lovely, "I just wish you'd be more careful."

WHAT THE HECK ELSE could I have done to be more careful? What he MEANT was, "I wish you'd have just gone downstairs and put it in the freezer there." Yeah, well, obviously, me also. HOWEVER, it seemed just fine where it was when I left it.

Then, today, I hear the same grumbling as he complains that the ice maker is only giving crushed ice (the horror) and I probably broke the cubed maker. SCORE! I not only threw dollars away in ruined groceries, but added to the fun with the ice maker too! I rock. He pulled the thing apart and showed me how I fried (yes, little old me) the whatchamacallit that does the whateveritis.

And tells me, "It's a good thing you're carrying a baby."

Hence, Molly saving the day.

Our new baby

Okay, okay...she's not Kyrgzystani but she sure is cute, isn't she? We are fostering a 9 month old golden retriever while she finds her furever home. She's a doll. Poor baby, she was bred by the Amish and kept in a crate for 8 months. Her family that adopted her gave her up after only 2 weeks because she MAY need a hip replacement in a few years and they don't want to pay for it. It's a lot, so I can understand, but....in any event, she's a cutie but VERY skittish. John says it's like she's learning how to be a dog, since she was crated outside for her whole life (not to mention during COLD months!!) -- Our dogs certainly can show her just how to be a dog. In fact, this picture is Dixie showing her the good life on the sofa. She sure does like the sofa now. She's cuddly, but very slowly and shyly learning how to ask for affection. And boy, does she SNORE! Several times I woke up last night to her snoring. At least she feels comfortable!

Got the birth certificates on Friday--and one of them was even gold sealed! I think I may even be able to drive to Richmond and have them ALL gold sealed while I wait! That would be great because for John's, I have to send it to his county clerk of court, get it back, THEN send it to his secretary of state. Ughh...Virginia sure does make my life easier! Of course, we know great things come from Virginia (ahem, ahem) so it doesn't surprise me.

Tomorrow, the checklist. It's a nightmare, but today's message in church was just GREAT! It was a Palm Sunday message--about the triumphant entry and the town being so excited that Jesus was coming because they were ready for Him to overthrow the current government and set His own up. Jesus, on the other hand, knew that HIS plan was to come and die for our sins, and so it was solemn and somber. The point was basically one of perspective and impatience--and the lesson was that God never bends to our demands and timeframes, but fulfills HIS will on HIS own timeframe. So, letting Go and letting God not only makes sense, it's about the only thing we can do because trying to control the situation won't change one darned thing. That, believe it or not, is SUCH a burden off my shoulders! Stressing won't make it better because it will happen when it does. And though I CONSTANTLY say that, for some reason, that passage and those words hit home.