On Wednesday Katy went with her "Women in History" class to the local birthing center. As I did the dishes that night she was telling me all about it, including a picture on her phone of her "crazy" teacher sitting in the giant tub, asking way too many questions for the students comfort. Katy told me how the midwife showed them around, how the midwife was explaining different aspects of childbirth to them as the tour continued.
"But," she added, "isn't the midwife the lady who gets pregnant for someone else? I kept wondering, 'yeah, but where's the baby?' "
This comment stopped me in my dish-washing tracks, and I stared at my beautiful 17 year old daughter, wondering exactly how much of the Birds & Bees I should revisit with her.
Saturday, October 22, 2011
Saturday, October 8, 2011
It's Me, the amazing Katie
Last night after I finished the dishes, I decided to send our pastor, Dave, a funny text. He is always so busy and gets so many "emergency" phone calls and texts that occasionally it's nice to just send one that will put a smile on his face. Inadvertently I put a smile on lots of faces after sharing my embarrassing goof involving a texting typo.
Originally I was planning to send this:
"suggestion for the church sign: My husband is the head of our home 95% of the time with God's help. The other 5% of the time he is the other end, all by himself!" I added, "Just kidding!" and then meant to ask if I would be relieved of my duties in leadership for sending the text, but accidentally wrote: "So, am I going to be licked off the youth alpha team?"
Smugly I went into the living room to show John what I sent to Dave, and he said, "Wow, that's funny. What's really funny, though, is that you asked him if he was going to lick you off the team."
In horror, I doubled checked the text - John was right.
Oh, no.
Helplessly I dissolved in laughter, which quickly led to a bout of "laugh/crying," my hysterical way of dealing with something SO funny when I am exhausted. The waves of embarrassment just kept on rolling, and when Dave responded, "uh, ha. How are you doing?" I confessed that I wanted to die from humiliation, and asked him to never talk to me again.
Figured I should just go ahead and lick myself off the team to avoid any further terrifying typos.
Originally I was planning to send this:
"suggestion for the church sign: My husband is the head of our home 95% of the time with God's help. The other 5% of the time he is the other end, all by himself!" I added, "Just kidding!" and then meant to ask if I would be relieved of my duties in leadership for sending the text, but accidentally wrote: "So, am I going to be licked off the youth alpha team?"
Smugly I went into the living room to show John what I sent to Dave, and he said, "Wow, that's funny. What's really funny, though, is that you asked him if he was going to lick you off the team."
In horror, I doubled checked the text - John was right.
Oh, no.
Helplessly I dissolved in laughter, which quickly led to a bout of "laugh/crying," my hysterical way of dealing with something SO funny when I am exhausted. The waves of embarrassment just kept on rolling, and when Dave responded, "uh, ha. How are you doing?" I confessed that I wanted to die from humiliation, and asked him to never talk to me again.
Figured I should just go ahead and lick myself off the team to avoid any further terrifying typos.
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