Saturday, April 5, 2008

Sound of Silence

You've been listening to the sound of silence for several days. I'd like to tell you that I am now breaking that silence to bring you insightful pontifications and musings of the profound sort. I'd like to tell you that.

Instead, what I have for you are miscellaneous ramblings, silliness, and newsy updates. I can sense your excitement.

Rambling: Tim and I were standing in the doorway waving goodbye to Ben and Shelby McRoy (who do not read this blog- - not sure why we let them in our house). We were experiencing some mild thunderstorms and there was an occasional flash of lightning, during which I would lean backward into the house and out of the doorway. It was a sub-conscious reaction more than anything but I couldn't help laughing when Tim looked at me with a skeptical, raised eyebrow and said, "you don't really think that's going to keep you from being struck by lightning, do you?" If nothing else, I figure it left Tim sticking a good 12 inches farther out than me, creating the (perhaps slim) possibility of him being struck first. I'm not anticipating that this maneuver will be making into any weather safety manuals.

Silliness: Nathan and I had a snuggle session this morning and he took the opportunity to ask me some of his deepest and most thought provoking questions. For example: "Mom, does the hair on my head grow out of my brain?" (Clearly we have gaps in our homeschooling) I gave him a deeply scientific answer... "No son. On top of your brain is your skull and on top of that is fat and tissue, and then skin. And you have these things called follicles that are like millions of little seeds in your skin that grow hair." He started slapping himself in the head wildly and yelling, "I don't want seeds in my head!!" Here's how a professional mom handles panic like this:
"okay, dude, but no seeds -no hair. Just ask Daddy." Turns out hair seeds are not so bad after all.

Newsy update: I am spending much time preparing for an upcoming women's conference. I will be speaking and I have to tell you that it's a little disconcerting to see my name (via pamphlets) taped on the backs of the bathroom stall doors at church. (Especially without my phone number included. ;-)) I get very nervous. Just typing out my notes sends me to the toilet multiple times. By April 19th my colon should be clean as a whistle. Speaking opportunities are something that I love --about 30 minutes after they are over. Up to that point, I am a bundle of nerves and stomach cramps who is incapable of even standing up straight apart from God holding me up. I know He does this on purpose as part of my humility training. I accept it. He is God. I am not. It's the best arrangement. I covet your prayers.


Bobbey said...

Thanks for the chuckle about seeds, I haven't laughed so hard all day!

As far as speaking goes, I can do

a) promise not to listen at all whilst you're speaking.


b) Have my table create a monstrous distraction, so as to take the attention off of you the keynote speaker.


c) pray for you while you're speaking.

I'll leave the choice up to you and you can let me know which you prefer.


The Sexton Crew said...

Let's shoot for "c" but then if things aren't going so well you can move to "a" and if it goes really poorly jump straight to "b".

Troy & Tara Livesay Family said...

It is fine if you run to the bathroom while preparing - just don't duke in your pants on stage, that always distracts.

Amy said...

I'm sure you'll do fine. I'll be praying for you. The cat stepped on something on the keyboard and now it's doing something weird. Go figure. Anyway, I got the gift card. That was really sweet. Thanks!
the other Amy

Leo said...

more fun contests please! If you're offer a can of spam and a lemon. I'll enter and give a whirl.

The Sexton Crew said...

Tara -pearls of wisdom...priceless!
btw, thanks for my b-day card and prize. I'll be donning a new shirt at the conference thanks to you. I love you!

Leo -I had no idea that spam was such a motivating factor in your life. I'll keep that in mind for the next one.

Leo said...

So, I feel that I should post a follow-up comment to my previous comment. I DO remember posting that, only it was grammatically correct in my mind, and it made more sense. Just so you know, my mind is not normal when I'm taking Ambien, and most of the time I'm locked down by those around me, but sometimes I "get loose," hence the weirdly structured comment. But, yeah, I'll enter a contest for some spam.

The 5 NC Shays said...

Amy! You're gonna be fine...seriously. I've spoken with some women and they really are looking forward to your honest and down to earth approach. But just as a precautionary measure - should you hurl on stage...I'll be sitting at a table toward the back. Praying for you, of course.

Troy & Tara Livesay Family said...

Is this a sex talk? What topic are you speaking on this time?

I want a contest with Filet Mignon as the prize.

I once (as long as we are on the topic) hurled spam -- therefore I no longer eat it.

The Sexton Crew said...

Leo -I'm not sure that anyone expects lovers of spam to have great grammar skills. Soooo...?? =)

Tara -not a sex talk this time. I'm teaching on the woman with the issue of blood. I'll send you the CD so you can laugh at my hickness.
Maybe we can meet a nice compromise for the next context: bologna?

Nancy said...

Enough with this entry already, when are you gonna post a new one. Slacking off girl!
Just so you know next contest I think the prize should be a trip for two to Hawaii. I won't settle for spam or bologna :)