Should I be concerned?

I just got home from work and sat down at the computer (always first on the agenda)... and this Disney princesses website was up. Keep in mind that the computer-using inhabitants of my house are 1) Micah, who has been at work all morning, and 2) Daniel. Do you think I need to stage some sort of intervention?

Nevermind

Soooo... remember how I said I was organizing my thoughts and preparing to post about something serious? Let's just pretend that never happened, okay? Because I thought about that whole serious post for long enough that I resolved it in my head, thus eliminating the need (for me, anyway) to write the post at all.

Instead, I want to tell you two things. One is mildly entertaining; the other is nothing short of earth-shattering. Let's begin.

#1. This afternoon, my dear husband asked me to go on a walk with him. As usual, we wove (weaved? too lazy to check on that one) through the streets of our subdivision. Because we just love to walk past dozens of houses that look exactly like ours. Except with better landscaping. So we were about halfway through our walk when a school bus drove up behind us and dropped a kid off at his house. Then as the bus drove past us, we looked in one of the windows -- AND WE WERE BULLIED BY A LITTLE KID!

For real. This kid was probably in second or third grade, and he was scowling at us and making a fist. Like this, except with only one fist:

This scenario was enormously amusing to me, though it would probably be less amusing if I were his mother. Or his teacher. Or in second or third grade.

#2. I love breakfast cereal. [Why did I just specify the breakfast part? Is there any other kind of cereal I would be talking about? Do I think you would be confused and assume that I was professing my love for that rice cereal stuff that babies eat?] I thought for several years that the ultimate cereal was Kellogg's Cracklin' Oat Bran. Despite its unappealing name and cat-food-like appearance, this stuff is the bomb.

Cracklin' Oat Bran is oh so very tasty and nutritious (I think?), which is almost all I can ask for in a cereal, breakfast or otherwise. But COB (I almost gave it the nickname "The Crack" but thought better of it) has one tragically tragic flaw: it is very, very expensive.

So imagine my delight when I recently encountered a cereal that satisfies my desire for deliciousness, vitamin and mineral fortifiedness, AND price reasonableness! BEHOLD:

Total Cinnamon Crunch. It tastes like Cinnamon Toast Crunch, but it has 100%'s by all the good stuff on the nutrition label. Go buy yourself a box right now. It's so good that you might even forgive me for this ridiculously lame post.

To hold you over until I can organize my thoughts

I have a serious post a-brewin' in my head, but the lure of a Sunday afternoon nap is strong today, and my brain has turned to mush. So until I am able to see straight and form coherent sentences, I'll leave you with some pictures. Hip, hip, hooray!

(l-r) Angela, me, Rebecca, Whitney

These three hott ladies surrounding me are some of my dearest friends. We met each other in Baltimore last weekend to continue our now firmly established Baseball Trip Tradition. Since graduating from high school, we have reunited to see five major league baseball games (Rangers, Royals, Braves, Phillies, Orioles -- in case anyone cares) and to reminisce about old times and stay up-to-date on more recent times. This year, Angela's sister moved her wedding to a Friday so she wouldn't disrupt our already-planned Baseball Trip completely. We take the Tradition seriously.


And I would be remiss if I didn't mention that we LOVED Baltimore. If you haven't been, you should fix that right away. Here's a picture of us preparing to enjoy some very grown-up entertainment on the Inner Harbor.

See? Very grown up.

I'm going to risk becoming overly-sentimental here and say that being with these girls was exactly what my heart needed last weekend. For the past year, I've wrestled with feelings of inadequacy because I was not the life-changing teacher or the perfect minister's wife that I hoped I would be. Besides being disappointed in myself, I have felt as if I were disappointing other people who also expected more of me. So the weekend after an especially challenging week of ministry wifehood, and the weekend before what would have been my first day back to school, it was good to be with girls who know my heart and love me despite my many imperfections.

Okay, that was more than I meant to write. Now I really need a nap.