We’ve had a busy weekend around here, beginning with Chris jetting off to Miami for a last minute gig at a Campus Crusade Conference with Joel. But it wasn’t the Miami you all are thinking it was. It was Miami, Oklahoma. (pronounced: my-am-UH). This Miami has fewer beaches and flashy celebreties, and more mining museums and paddlefish. It’s about three hours away from here, so Chris drove up there Friday afternoon and returned Saturday afternoon.
While he was away, Ezra and I went to a friend’s birthday party.
Umm, more peese?
That evening, Chris and I decided to do something crazy so we all went to Macaroni Grill to use the gift certificate we were given oh, I don’t know, LAST CHRISTMAS or so. Chris, Ezra, and I had a blast. Chris and I drank wine out of glass tumblers. Classy. Ezra charmed his way into an ice-cream sundae. Or maybe it just came with the kids meal.
That night I read a book that I had found behind the seat in Chris’ truck. I read the whole thing in one sitting. All 200+ pages of it. It was a book about a man who was killed in a car accident. An hour and a half later, he came back to life. The book is called “90 Minutes in Heaven”. Interesting stuff.
Sunday morning, Chris played drums for a church north of here, while Ezra and I went to Bridgeway. (our lovely home church here in okc.)
Sunday night was girl’s night, where we giggled and drank expensive wine and prayed for each other. When I left girls night to head home, it started storming really bad and I was convinced I would be sucked up in a tornado before I reached my house. I was in Chris’ truck and couldn’t figure out the windshield wipers. Then, I got stuck waiting at the train tracks as I helplessly watched the storm intensify over my head. Lighting. Hail. Trains. Oh my! I felt like a tiny ant next to that roaring train and that roaring thunder. I vaguely remember yelling at the top of my lungs, “I’m officially freaked out now!” at the train that rumbled past my truck. Ha. I was SO relieved when I finally made it home.
Currently, Ezra and I are lazing around the house and enjoying the cloudy and frigid 48 degree weather that is hanging over the house. Ahhh, I LOVE the cold. I think I’m going to pack the boy up and head to Barnes & Noble, where I will sip a Cinnamon Dolce Latte and start my new book, which I have NEVER read before, “To Kill a Mockingbird”.
I hear it’s a pretty good one. Heh.