Looking Ahead

Today is the last (sniff) day of my month of blogging for you (honk). I know you can’t possibly have enjoyed it as much as I have, but I do hope you gleaned a few nuggets of insight or were at least mildly entertained at my expense. I’m trying not to be too sad (sob) because the guy who’s coming in here next is one I’m looking forward to hearing more from. He should also relieve this blog of all its hearts, flowers, rainbows and other estrogen-induced ramblings and give it a nice dose of testosterone. (And all the guys breathed a sigh of relief.)

Not-So-Shy Guy Update
In the meantime, I promised you an update on how things are going with this guy. Well, he calls me at work a lot and makes me laugh (you didn’t just read that, Bill), and tonight he is taking Mack and me to see Ice Age 2. Apparently, he and Mack have the same fond affection for that nut-crazed squirrel.

So last night, Mack and I did what all ordinary girls do in preparation for a date: We bought new shoes. Mine are these strappy, studded numbers in bronze (a purchased justified by a matching purse at home) and hers are these cute little sandals with hearts cut through the wooden sole. I will probably file my fingernails, which haven’t looked decent in months, and I also bought some new cream to tame my frizzy tresses, all the while remembering this Zits comic I read awhile back:

In it, Jeremy’s girlfriend Sara is explaining to him that before a girl goes out, she concentrates primarily on her hair and her shoes. Meanwhile, Jeremy’s sitting there with this bubble thought over his head that says something like: “Man! And we guys only notice the stuff in between!”

So . . . even knowing my currently French pedicured toes will be the last thing on his mind, I’m still waiting impatiently anyway for him to pass the test of all acid tests: acknowledging the stunning gorgeousness of my feet, which happen to contain the world’s cutest toes except the little one that has a corn on the side. Unless he begins oohing and aahing over my feet pretty soon, I’m not sure how many more times I’ll be willing to go out with him.

Amish Update
Since I also promised you an update on how the Amish people reacted to their five days in Mississippi at the hurricane relief camp, I called Sabrina for a report. She said they had very mellow week; the Holy Spirit didn’t do anything to make anyone freak out. No demons got cast out, no one got slain in the spirit. Therefore, they probably left thinking whoever said Rick was the anti-Christ must’ve just been jealous of the fact that he bears a close resemblance to Barney Rubble.

I learned a few more interesting tidbits as well: The Amish are modern enough to cook cakes from box mixes, and they call all non-Amish people “English” while calling themselves Dutch. Most of them are also bilingual, speaking Dutch (German?) and English. Cool, huh?

The Finale
Well (sniff) this is the end for a while, at least until I get Kent all the articles I have in the works for him (but don’t hold your breath, Kent). I’m looking forward to the future though. Now that I have my own place and my own kitchen, I can’t wait to have some victims – I mean, friends – over for meals I’m just learning how to cook. Mackie is also looking forward to having her first sleepover (although I’m not . . . okay, maybe a little), and we’ve got vacations scheduled for June and December to Colorado and Vermont, respectively.

I hope all of you I’ve recently gotten back in touch with as a result of this blog will stay in touch (and I’m sure I will since most of you have blogs of your own).

So, as always it’s a good life living for the Lord! Peace out!

(SNIFF)

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