Last week was Vacation Bible School at Calvary. For the 2nd year, Jon has entrusted me for some reason with the job of leading Bible study for all of the 1st-5th graders. This year I helped the other John. I just love Bible school and the stories that come from it. For example...there's this kid that has come the two years I've been involved with VBS at Calvary. He's the happiest little kid and is so darn cute, too. John told all the kids that he'd give them candy if they brought their Bibles. Well, cute little kid that makes my heart melt every time I look at him looked at me and told me he didn't have a Bible. Well, you know me, I'm a sucker for some cuties, so I found him a Bible at the church. He was so proud of that Bible and brought it the rest of the week. He even had a "Bible dance" in which he started sitting down and then would make an almost train-like sound by spitting as he stood up and then would lift it over his head. Precious.
On Friday, after Bible school, I was going to meet my friend Mollie for some coffee. Well, I had a couple of hours to spare and our grass at the house was getting ankle deep, so I decided to do a little yard work. This always proves to be interesting as a barely over 100 pounds weak-as-can-be girl decides to push a lawn mower around for 30 minutes. Usually I think I'm going to have to ask the neighbor twin 9 year-old girls to assist me in cranking that thing.
In order to start this whole ordeal, I had to drag some limbs to the street that I had cut around mid-May. So...as you can imagine, the leaves had all fallen off, and the limbs were all tangled up. Enough ordeal on it's own. However, around my 3rd trip to the street, I felt something go in to my skin. I just figured I got poked. No big deal. After a couple more trips to the street, the limbs were all cleaned up and my poor little hand was burning. I went inside and cleaned my had with some rubbing alcohol. I thought I would just get my tweezers and get whatever was in my hand out. No such luck. Being the stubborn person I am, I proceeded to cut the grass, shower, have a 3 hour coffee meeting with Mollie, and check the sales on children's books at Barnes and Noble.
After I left B&N, ran by Bruno's, and got to Jordan's house, he and his roommate told me this had to get out of my hand. My hand had begun to swell and bruise. Jordan, being the fix-it-himself kind of guy he is, got a pocket knife and tried to scrape away the skin. That little sucker was no where to be found. We then wracked our brains, thinking of any nurse we could think of. We got in touch with a sweet lady from Calvary and went to her house. She tried to dig for a bit, with no luck. So...Jordan and I once again found ourselves in MedCenter (last time we were there was the night Big Mike got voted off of Idol then back on--it's always an adventure).
After a couple x-rays, shots, and he called for a certain type of knife, the little 3/4 a centimeter stick was out of my hand. Although I had dramatically called for an amputation of my hand and some Loritabs, my latter wish was granted. My dear friend Emily treated me to some Coldstone. My slumber was magnificent that night thanks to those amazing pain killers.
Yesterday was "Dia de la Jordan," my catchy name for Jordan's birthday. I was accused by the birthday boy himself of making way too big of a deal of the day. We ended up buying each other's presents yesterday, leather Chaco flip flops. I know, how cute. Matching shoes. Well anyway, we had to order his but my size and color were at Kinnucan's, so I got my present earlier on his birthday. Hopefully he'll get his before mine.
This weekend my sister changes her name. **Cue Butterfly Kisses by Bob Carlisle.** (Maybe not...I'm an emotional basket case in these situations without those corny songs to go along.) We love Aron and are so excited. And...I want to add, contrary to what my family has always believed...I will NOT be barefoot and pregnant in Morgan's wedding. She beat me to the altar!
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