Tuesday, March 31, 2009

Why we giggle like school girls every time we hear Palm Sunday...

So the joke goes something like this:

there are all sorts of special holidays for special people.
we have mothers day for our mothers.
we have fathers day for our fathers.
we have grandparents day for our grandparents.
and for our single guys... we have palm sunday.

Because of that joke, I can't hear or see the phrase Palm Sunday without busting out with tear jerking laughter. I try to be grown up, I try to hold it in, but ultimately I just can't.
Especially when we see signs that read such silliness as this

Join us for Repentance every Sunday at 9am

Then a little further down the road you see

Palm Sunday 10am
God is watching over you.

or by far my favorite, I still laugh about his one

Come on Palm Sunday
This is God we are talking about, don't jerk him around.

So a few Sundays ago we were at church with our friends, When suddenly to our surprise the Mission President started talking about Palm Sunday...I turn my head to keep from laughing out loud, and look at Brian, who is even worse at controlling his laughter on the subject. He is nearly purple from holding his breath, frantically thumbing through the hymn book, pretending that he is looking for the closing hymn. He had the funniest smirk on his face, and I knew he wasn't looking for the closing hymn, it was 15 minutes away! So we made it through the meeting,

We got to our dear friends house for brunch, we hold our breath, bide our time until all the little kids were out of ear shot when we both fell down with hysterical tear jerking laughter.

Much to our surprise we are questioned as to what we could be possibly laughing so hard about.
All we could giggle out was Palm.....Sunday..... right away one of my friends gets it and starts laughing with us. His poor wife, we have corrupted her, she still didn't get the joke. We tried to hint at it, saying Palm...Sunday...Get it? Get it? The poor dear she just didn't get it until her husband started swaying his fist in front of him in an up and down motion...which of course caused even more laughter.

She did finally get it, but she didn't think it was quite as funny as everyone else...
She is definitely the grown up of the group.

So will you ever think of Palm Sunday the same? I know I've been corrupted forever!

Wednesday, March 25, 2009

A sudden case of gravity-from Nov 08

Gravity, It's a great thing. It's what keeps us grounded.On most days that's a great thing. However once in a while we can all come down with a hard case of it. On those days you mostly wish gravity didn't exist.

My case in point. Just a normal Sunday night, was taking the dogs outside to potty, one of the usual things I try to accomplish before bed.

When I being the chicken that I am, heard a noise in the woods.

Now these are not just regular woods, these are scary dark woods. And we all know what's in scary dark woods right? Scary dark things.... exactly

So I being the brave person that I am, scooped up the puppy and ran inside. Then suddenly from nowhere, GRAVITY just hit me. Like a ton of bricks even.

I just collapsed. I tried not to fall on the poor puppy so I kinda half threw him into the house, while I landed in a big mess on the back porch.
Though hurt as I was, there were still big dark scary things after me, so I continued into the house as fast as I could, and locked the door behind me of course.

Then and only then was I able to take an inventory of my injuries. My right leg was scraped from bottom to top. My left leg scraped and bruised, but wait, my right knee and ankle were beginning to double in size, slowly tripple in size. I knew that coudln't be good. So off to the ER I went.

But wait. Since we all know (except for Grandma Humecky lol) that the love of my life is waiting in limbo in TX to come home, that he wasn't here to drive me to the ER. And of course it was Sunday night at 11pm so the kids were asleep. There was no way Grandma Briggs would be able to drive me to the ER. How the heck was I going to get there.

Now we had a few options, A, I could drive myself. But how dangerous might that be, a maimed person trying to drive in an emergency...probly not good.

B, call and ambulance, now that is feasable, however after I get done at the ER, how does one get home?

...So we settled on option C, a late night call to our good friends and former visiting and home teachers. Without a moments hesitation, they were here to take me and my mangled leg to the ER.

A couple hours and few xrays later, we had a diagnosis. Not exactly the one I was hoping for but, a diagnosis none the less. I have a chip fracture of my distal fibula. In real peoples terms, a broken ankle. OK great, so what does that mean for me? Approximately 6 weeks in a cast, and the inability to chase after my kids. Super.

So I put a call into the Red Cross to see if I could get a message to my dear husband. They were nice enough to throw in my contact request, a request for him to be sent home to help care for our kids. Well great, I wasn't even expecting that. So a few hours later I get a call from my Dear love, he's calling to find out what exactly happened. So I had to relay the whole embarassing story to him, he chuckled, said he was sorry and he'll report back to his commander.

The commander apparently was asking him to get the story, and also asked very steernly"Humecky, did she do this just to get you home faster?" Are you for real? What kind of fool could purposely break their ankle, and for that matter who would even try? I guess someone super desperate. While I'll admit it half crossed my mind, wondering what it would take to get him home via the emergency red cross connection, but really was I ready for what that meant? No certainly not, I didn't want anything major enough to warrent emergent leave to happen. So I passed on that idea.

Any how, here I am drugged up, leg elevated on the couch, where I've been for the past two days. Wishing I wasn't so dang afraid of the dark

...The moral of the story...If one is afraid of the dark, It might be better to have your 7 year old who isn't afraid take the dog out.

Tuesday, March 24, 2009

My Kidsare fantastic

My loverly kids baked me a cake yesterday. Madilyne put sprinkles on it, she was very proud of herself. Even better as I walked through the door my kids were showering me with kisses, hugs and all kinds of cute little gifts.

Madilyne and James made me a comic book, I think mostly by Madilyne. It was a stack of papers with little stick people colored on and folded.
It was a good day.

The other day we took some pictures, to get ready for invitations for James' baptism and Madilyne just cause...

Thursday, March 12, 2009

So if I think that I actually had followers lol, I might blog a little more!

I haven't been the best at blogging since I started working full time. I have a few new goals and desires, and one of them is to blog more! So I am also going to link my blog to facebook...shocker huh!

I am working hard towards being at home and available for my kids, but still being able to make the money I need to.