Thursday, December 06, 2007

Butterfingers, Bankruptcy, Baby and Baptism, (But not necessarily in that order)

Oh, man where to I begin? I got myself baptized this past Sunday. I had been baptized as a baby, but I wanted to do it again as an adult. At our church it is a way of professing our faith publicly (Mathew 10:32) and being obedient to God. It was an amazing experience. I asked God to give me the words to say when I had the chance to answer, the "Why do you want to do this question." I had something planned, but something totally different, came out. I can't even remember all the words, because it didn't come from me. It was cool. I do need to mention, our church doesn't have a built in baptismal so what you see in that picture is an unused horse trough. You can't really tell in the picture, and it really doesn't look strange in person. Chris and some other guys spent over an hour pouring boiling water in so when I got in it was like a spa and was quite comfortable. I do not want to make light of the actual baptism, but that day at church was so strange. EVERYONE had the craziest things happen. I felt like I was in a Twin Peaks episode. Just a few: The pastor's son almost fell off the stage for no apparent reason, I went on stage to do a Christmas skit and my jingle bells broke and rolled all over the stage, someone shouted "Jesus!" really loud during the wrong part of a praise song, Chris went to put his arm around me, and hit me in the back of the head really hard, the guitarist knocked his guitar across the stage and some lady came back from the restroom with a giant toilet paper tail, sticking out of her pants. Thank God, Chris noticed all of this and more with me or I would have thought I was insane. "Oh my dear Lord, I am going to drown in the baptismal" I whispered to him. While we both started laughing, as quietly as possible, he said, "Can you imagine the headlines 'Woman drowns in a horse trough during service at local church' " Then we really got the giggles. I believe God has a wonderful sense of humor, and if I am right He must have been quite amused.
Onto the bankruptcy. We are filing and we are losing our house and I haven't been this happy and stress free in ages. I will tell you more about it as the process continues, but I will write about it with my normal humorous outlook. I'm tellin' you I am living in a cross between a soap opera and a country western song with just a dash of reality TV thrown in there. I have a 1200 sq foot home; my Mother and Father in-laws, my brother in law and Chris' grandma all live in the house. Chris, Liam and I stay in a trailer in our own backyard. Me and Chris decided we are a shoo in for Extreme Makeover Home Edition. Especially if my brother in law, David pretends so be mentally disabled and we tell the producer's that Liam is actually a 12 year old with a hormone deficiency. Oh man, the material this life is giving me right now....
So finally I will close a short Liam story. We were in the middle of Target yesterday; a crowded holiday shopping Target and we were in the home care section. Liam is telling everyone who passed within 25 feet of the cart, "HI!!! Hi! Hi, Hiiiiiiiiiiiiiii" He will not be ignored. Suddenly, clear as day he begins shouting, "F#$% You! F#$%k You!" And people begin to stare. "What?!" I say and frantically look around. I finally realize the row of vacuums behind us. "Oooohhh," I say very loudly, "Yes Liam, very good. VAC-UUMS. Lets work on our enunciation please." I don't get embarrassed easily, but that was mortifying.
Well, that's all for now, I have to relinquish the computer to Chris. Good night!


Anonymous said...

so glad to see you are back to the blogging. sorry to hear about the bankruptcy but maybe it is a blessing in disguise. looking forward to returning to following your journey.

Stacey said...

Want me to nominate you for Makeover? I think your story is enough even without the retarded brother and the hormone deficiency haha.

My little brother used to have a ton of trouble saying truck "tr" came out as f. and he always HAD to yell truck every time he saw one. So we hear F*** F*** ALOT every time we were out in public we would cover his mouth every time he say a truck ahah.