Sick!

I know most Americans like to use their sick days when they are not sick. Not me. I have been asleep for hours and have not even changed out of my PJ's. I keep thinking about taking a bath, but I am not sure I have the energy. Yes, you read that correctly. I am not sure if I have the energy to sit in a steamy hot bubble bath.

To make things worse, I lost my phone somewhere in my bed during my last nap. I can't even try to get better at Angry Birds. It is going off now (on silent), and I can not find it. Sad day.

Enough whining.

I do have some great news! I am officially a pastor's wife. The Hubs got the job. It is so humbling and exciting. I was sad to miss his first Wednesday night last night because I was at home on the couch (sick). However, I hear that he did a great job! I am excited for Sunday.

It is funny going from an urban church to a rural church. I grew up in a rural Baptist church, but I have forgotten all of the fun things that we get to do. At our new church we already have plans for a bonfire and a trip to look at Christmas lights! I just need a hayride somewhere in there. Maybe I can get our pastor to arrange that?

Party Do's and Don'ts...

For our wedding gift, a great friend of mine purchased us a subscription to House Beautiful magazine. My November issue recently arrived in the mail, and I waited to crack it open as I soaked in a long, hot bath. I was excited to read the 101 Party Do's and Don'ts.

Let me explain something for a moment. My husband is "going in view of a call" to be the senior pastor of a small town, Southern Baptist Church next Sunday. That is Baptist for going on a Sunday morning audition, and then the church votes later that evening. It seems that everything should go smoothly. This would mean that I would become a pastor's wife.

If you know me, this is somewhat hysterical. No, I am not a tattooed ex-woman-of-the-night who spent time in the clink for killing someone or anything (not that if you are that means you cannot be a pastor's wife, but you know what I mean). However, I do not meet soft spoken, hair in a bun, denim jumper owner, piano player, casserole baker stereotype. I am more of the loud laughing, joke cracking, high heel wearing, reality TV show watching kind of lady.

That being said, I have decided that the best thing I could do was become a great hostess! Pastor's wives should be great at that right? I can have deacons and members to my home for dinner, right? So, I thought that my magazine article on party planning would become a handy little go-to guide.

I. Was. Wrong.

Who plans parties like this? I mean, is it not enough to make a good meal, serve great iced tea, and play a good game of Catch Phrase? Apparently not. I must change all the light bulbs in my home to soft pink ones so that everyone looks good in the lighting. I must also make sure that I have enough choices of alcohol so all of my guests are happy, (Read in an ironic tone - "Because the deacons love a good martini.")

I also have to put individual guest napkins in the powder room because no one likes to use the same hand towel. Well, sure, I am sure that is true. However, I am also not supposed to use paper anything, ever. So, where do I get these individual napkins? Am I a total bumpkin?

Well... I guess I better start learning to play the piano.

~ Steph ~

Babies!

I have to take a moment to show off my sister's beautiful twin baby boys. These are our miracle babies! We love them so much. They just turned two. Todd and I bought them these clothes for their birthday. We did not buy them the hats. That was my mom. That is all I have to add right now. Just had to show you two of my favorite peopel in the whole world! (Josiah is on the left, and Jesse is on the right.)

Detention Meditations

Every Thursday after school, my classroom becomes the HS's detention. As I sit here with my band of hooligans, I feel like I am also being punished. Trust me, the $150.00 a get at the end of the semester does not cover this extra job. We all watch the seconds on the clock tick by. They can't wait to pull out their cell phones and check their facebook and neither can I. So, since I have taken to blogging, I have decided to use my time to update everyone on what is going on in high school.

First of all, did you know it is now cool to wear socks and sandals? Those old men at the mall must be trendsetters because "everybody's doing it." I am not sure what old man trend will be next. Maybe the fanny pack? I can only dream!

Second, it is also very "poppin" to leave all of your price tags on all of your clothes. Gentlemen and ladies alike walk down these halls sporting their stickers and tags. I am not sure if it is to show that you can shop lift like the best of them or to show that you really did pay that much for that pair of jeans. No one really likes it when I stand at my door with a pair of scissors and offer to snip those little tags right off for them.

Third, it is also in vouge to state, "That's salty." Students say this when they are mad because I won't let them go to the bathroom in the middle of a test or after I have cut off their clothing tags. Apparently if you have salt on you that is bad. This must be a reference to Lot's wife? What Biblically grounded kiddos we have here!

And those, my friends, are my Detention Meditations.

~ Steph ~

Bloggy Beginnings

The Top Reasons I Have Started a Blog:

1. I have very important things to tell the world. Things like how to get hair dye off of your wall in the bathroom and how to trick a ninth grader into reading a book. I am pretty much really smart.

2. I want to lose weight. I know that doesn't really explain why I want to start a blog, but I find it is always the second thing I tell someone. Thought I would just stay consistent.

3. I read people's blogs and think, "I could do that. I am way funnier than s/he is. I mean, if they can get a book deal, anyone can. Come on." Then, I watch another episode of Jerseylicious.

4. I need something to do while my husband watches ___________ball. Fill in the blank with whatever type of sport you can imagine - basket, foot, base, or hockey. I know that hockey isn't played with a ball, but he watches it, too.

5. I get annoyed when people use your for you're and their for there. I thought I would be a great example for the blogging world on how to use correct grammar in they're blogs. (Did you catch it?) Let it be stated now and forever that any grammar mistake that I make is simply to keep you on your toes and to remind you that I am better.

6. I want to make a bloggy friend or two so that I have somewhere to stay on vacation.

So, 6 reasons is all I can come up with for now. I will be back at some point.