Jury duty
Sleeping Paul
Conference
Nexus
Wassail
Snow
My sister
So Charlie joined our family August 4, 2011. His adoption was finalized November 17, 2011. We received his birth certificate with the wrong birthday on it in February-ish 2012. When the corrected one came, we applied for his Certificate of Citizenship, which just came this fall. With all of these documents, including his adoption decree, I went to the Social Security office to get his social security number. Six weeks later I added this to my stack of really important documents to grab if our house is ever on fire. Now comes the grand finale... I took all of the aforementioned papers and my legal husband to the courthouse to apply for Charlie's American Passport!! And it came in the mail last week. So all of our children are labeled as American citizens and we are free to move about the globe. Which we will do shortly.
But before I leave the country, my services have been requested to solve a legal dispute. Word of my smooth ability to daily fix a bajillion crisis must have reached the jury selection committee. "We want her! Did you see her bring immediate peace in her house when her middle son..." And, "Whoa, she just put him in Time Out. And he's staying there." I hope I get to sit on a jury. I would like to add that to my list of life experiences.
Paul went to bed by 8 o'clock tonight due to being up past 3 am last night. Isn't that interesting? Last night I went to bed before 10 o'clock and woke up just before 8 am. That's the way to do it. It was lovely. So tonight, we switch. And I'm about to dig into my secret stash of blueberry/pomegranate ice cream with cute little chocolate hearts in it. This staying up later than everyone is a good idea.
Tomorrow we head to a conference. But I'm deciding right now not to write about because it's not going to come out very interesting. Next...
So, we have never owned a cell phone. And we get a bit of, um, crap about it. But we really really like the cell phone-free lifestyle, so we take the snide remarks and then go eat a bowl of ice cream, or whatever, because we don't really care. But, I think this next thing I'm going to tell you is going to help The World accept us a little bit more. We recently got a tablet thingy. Right? It's a tablet? A flat rectangle with a touch screen that gets on the Internet and lets us download books and stuff. Isn't that cool? Aren't we totally with-it? I knew it. I knew it would make up for us not having a mo-bile. You can't call me, but we can Skype! And now I have Apps. Everyone has Apps on their rectangular device-of-choice. Our Saturday night pastor even did a whole sermon series around the Apps theme. Now I have Apps and can totally relate. Except that sermon series was months ago and I don't remember what he said.
It's Wassail time. I make it several times in the fall and winter for gatherings and such. It's super good, so they say. Here's the recipe I use.
1 gallon of apple juice
1 quart of pineapple juice
6 oz of orange juice concentrate
8 cinnamon sticks
27 whole cloves
Put it in a crock pot (that works) to warm it up for a few hours. Delish. And your house will smell all holiday spicy.
It snowed on Monday. Here. Outside my window. Paul came to tell me as I was doing my hair and I asked if the kids knew yet. Cue children squealing. "It's snowing! Ahhh!" Charlie grabbed his sandals and brought them to me with a high sense of urgency. He did not like having to wait for me to find his snow-appropriate shoes. And Charlie and Reuben went out to play. I think Peter read a book on the couch. Snow shmow. This first baby snow is our reminder to start contacting last year's clients for Peter and Bros. Snow Removal. And my cue to get the hot chocolate supplies ready.
And it can snow all it wants because I'm going to California for two weeks. Aha! Just don't order snow for Denver because that's where my layovers are. I was the opposite of encouraged when I saw that Southwest plane slide off the Denver tarmac last week. Flying Southwest for this trip. Through Denver. Double whammy. Remember that show? I barely do. So, to California I go. Without anyone else. And hopefully I will make it there. Because I get to spend time with my parents and my sister... And this baby who needs to meet me:
And, I think that covers it. I've had my ice cream. You've read my nonsense. It's time to bury myself in my flannel-shod bed, pre-warmed by Paul.
Oh, let me tell you one more thing about Paul. Today was a special day. The beginning of It All in the world of PaulandStacey. This day, November 14th, back in 1998, Paul and I became PaulandI. So sweet. I've probably already told you about it. We were sitting on a bench on Lover's Lane at PCC and he held my hand... Then the next November 14th, he called my Dad to ask him if he could marry me. Then he asked me what I thought about that plan. I thought it was a good idea. A great idea. The best idea. So a few months later we were married and really became PaulandStacey. And that's the story of November 14th and why the boys thought I was all weird and sappy today.
*What I learned while writing this post: 'tarmac' is short for 'tarmacadam.'
2 comments:
thanks for your wassail recipe, I definitely want to try it. Is there a reason you and paul are trading off staying up later than normal?
No reason, just happenstance. He almost always stays up until midnight or beyond. I am almost always asleep by 11pm, preferably earlier.
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