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 ~