Tuesday, August 22, 2006

Ghost week
I call it ghost week because it is a little hazy and blurry. Some of the highlights:
Monday... visit to new sister in ward, embarrassing dinner (cheese pizza and peanut butter ice cream) and Treehouse preview
Tuesday... took a sister to Bishop's Storehouse and to register daughter at her school, dance practice at the church
Wednesday... funeral day, I made the program and E had to go to the funeral
Thursday... Pampered Chef Party, dance practice and Dad, D and B came ; ) (we made some glorious brownies with a topping of cream cheese, cool whip, white chocolate, and lemon juice --> So, delicious!!)
Friday... Open package from T, Dinosaur Park with Dad, D & B, and the Fairy Tale Ball at the Treehouse
Saturday... RS Presidency meeting @ 8am, garden lunch at home and dragging everyone to SL to watch us dance. Two dances went well but we bombed the flamenco. I started on the wrong side and then we were in the wrong places for a variety of steps. Oh, well, we looked great at least.

This dance performance came from Silvina talking us up everywhere. Some one said that we were going to dance in front of 400 Stake Presidents. It turned out to be a very casual dinner... about 200 people there maybe. The organizers had invited a choir to sing like five songs at the beginning... then they scheduled 18 dance numbers! Who on earth thinks that anyone wants to sit for that long? Too much of a good thing is still too much, but too much of mas o menos is not so good. Everyone was very kind, though. And we had a good time, good food.. you know.


The week was exhausting! Even E was asleep when I got home from choir on Sunday. We did get home late because a compadres car broke down. All the ladies thought it was funny that I got out and helped push. When we were pushing Dad's car all of the time, I was always so grateful for another pair of hands/legs. I can't believe we went anywhere! We should of just stayed home with the cars we had. But, as Di and I were saying, we are grateful for our legacy of faith. If everything always worked, we wouldn't ever have to exercise faith.

2 comments:

Unknown said...

Lagoon trips really build faith when you are young. Mircle happen all the time.

ticee said...

your life makes me tired. But I'm glad that you have such a legacy of faith to fall back on in times of car troubles!