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.