LIfe is weird . . .

I'm just feeling the weirdness of life today. I mean, no matter what happens, it's always okay because I have a God who made me and loves me. But, boy can it get weird from time to time. I've had the flu the last few days and have done a lot of sleeping and laying around thinking. Things always feel weird when you have a high fever. I tried to convince Josh this morning that I had a problem with gamma ray resistance. I don't really know what that means. But I said it and only slightly remembered it a few hours later when the Tylenol had kicked in. I think the nurse said something about gamma something or other when I got my flu vaccine the other day. Oh, yeah, I had a flu vaccine the other day. . . and now I have the flu. Weird.

On another weird note . . . maybe not weird, but unfortunate . . . I found out on Monday that I will be losing my babysitter for Liam. Not to death, just to Indianapolis. Her husband is taking a new job in Indy, which starts in just FOUR weeks. Wow, that leaves just a few weeks to find a replacement. I don't really want to find a replacement though. This particular woman's willingness to watch Liam while I worked a few hours a week was part of the reason I took the job in the first place. I tend to rely on circumstances to stand as God's confirmation or "un-" confirmation of decisions I make. Maybe that's not best. Josh said, "I think the only thing God is saying here is that maybe it was time for (that family) to take a job in Indy." So where am I left? In a state of weirdness as I see it. I'm not mad or anything. I just gotta pray.

In other news this week . . . Liam turned two! He's wonderful and fun. He is smiley and laughy, just like I lik'em. He's talking more with new words being added daily. Some favorites . . . "kishes, fishes, babiesh, stairsh, etc." He adores the "sh" sound. He loves Elmo. Which is weird in it's own right. I mean, Elmo. He's really the first muppet that we've welcomed into our family, but believe you me he's found his place. Aidan went to see his first play this week. He saw a production of "Junie B. Jones: First Grader." When I asked him to describe what the play was like all he said was, "Mom, do you know those were real people up there?" I realized we have a lot of work to do in the area of the arts.

In a good twist of luck I found a box of old tapes . . . old meaning "from college." I've been listening to a little Sara Mason, a little This Train, a little Herrod and Funk. Anybody remember these? So that's been fun.