Seasons Greetings! And with all the controversy over holiday greetings and the recent ruling regarding intelligent design and knowing we are politically incorrect -- We also wish you a Merry CHRISTmas!
LISTEN TO CHRISTMAS is the title of the musical our choir performed. As I said last week our schedule revolved around preparing for it. The tech crew met early in the week to get the sound, lights and set ready and then we had two nights of full rehearsal. We had our choir party Friday night and were scheduled to perform Saturday and Sunday evening.
We had a good time at the choir party. We usually play Dirty Santa. Mom stole a chicken that walks around, flaps its wings and does the Funky Chicken dance. She took it while saying the kids would really enjoy it. Vicki and I told her, much to Aunt Mar’s chagrin, that the kids would enjoy it at THEIR house.
Brent, our Minister of Music, didn’t make it to the choir party. He was in extreme pain from a muscle spasm in his back. He went to the ER and they drugged him up pretty good to get him through the weekend. He was no better by Saturday evening and we had to cancel that performance.
Brent was able to be up and about by Sunday evening so we went ahead with that performance and the choir did a great job. I’m glad they got one night in because the musical was one Brent and Cindy put together. One of the nicest touches was three personal testimonies scattered throughout the program.
CHRISTMAS BREAK for Robertson County students begins tomorrow. Jenna has been counting down and I must confess I have been too. I am ahead enough on my contract to take off the whole break and I am looking forward to it. We’ll be off until January 5!
JENNAISMS. Jenna got sick last week. There was a stomach virus going around. We had to get up in the middle of the night and clean up after her. She got up a couple of times after that but always had a bucket available. The last time there was nothing left to expel so she had the “bee hives” as she called it (dry heaves).
A few days later, when she was better, I went to pick her up at Mom and Aunt Mar’s where she gets off the bus after school. We had to go to the grocery store before going home. Our little super market recently changed ownership and is now a Piggly Wiggly or “Wiggly Piggly” as Jenna calls it.
PEBBLE POOP SCARE. So Pauline was changing Nate’s diaper the other day when he reached down, picked up a little brown ball and put it in his mouth while she was frantically trying to stop him. Her horror changed to laughter as she realized he was not spitting it out. He was in fact enjoying a chocolate chip that his kind brother had delivered to him after raiding the cupboard.
Joe
