BECAUSE WE ARE ZOMBIES!!!
I know we’ve been awfully neglectful of this blog. Thankfully you know we are not dead now. Far from dead, we are just busy. Things you should know:
We’ve been back in Texas for two weeks now and things are running smoothly. Jud is taking a Winter Session this week and starts Spring Semester next Monday.
Kim is working hard at her job and hoping to get to take a trip out to LA at the very end of this month, should the powers that be grant her privileges to attend a Sales Meeting that would be the only way for her to meet all of the people she supports at one time and also to talk with them about the changes that are being made.
Kim’s dad is in Dallas right now taking the Winter Session class with Jud. In case you haven’t heard, and I don’t know why you haven’t, Rick’s colon has decided to grow renegade cells that are making more of themselves and if they have not gone to the dark side (read: cancer) yet, they will as soon as their little nuclei can. So, he is having surgery next Wednesday to remove at least half of his colon (Kim will be flying up for it so that she can entertain her mother in the waiting room for the four hours people risk THEIR lives by entering his bowels). If you are freaking out about the big C, don’t. We aren’t. Nothing that happens is a surprise to God and no amount of worry will change the future. Prayer might. You should try that instead.
It would be more fun to worry about the audit Rick will endure in February by the IRS. I thought about a few things to call the IRS just now and really, we’ve all heard those jokes like a billion times and I think I’ll just leave them alone. The target is just too big and it’s always sad when someone attempts to hit such a big thing and though they clearly hit what they were aiming at, it just doesn’t have the same sort of satisfaction when the bulls eye is that ridiculously big. Anyway, cancer and the IRS in the course of a month does not usually a happy man make, but if you think my dad is one of those men, you would be wrong. The man just doesn’t quit.
Last Friday night we hung out with our Dallas couple friends and had a ridiculously good time. We played a few rounds of Scattegories. If you’ve ever played Scattegories with Jud, you know the sort of hilarity that ensued. Let me tell you that our friends are also good at the game and that I should not even write about the funny things that came out of Daniel’s mouth. We think we are funny. And we are.
In sad news, Kim has ended her game. Yes, mourn for the loss! Grieve over the destruction!! It wasn’t that she couldn’t have kept going, because she could. She had a brand new jacket that she LOVES (thank you mom!) that has not even made an appearance, but it was time. (Of course, saying that I could’ve beat the game but not continuing it, is sort of like Matt Leinhart’s “We’re still the best team” ridiculousness. Look, the winner is the best. Not the loser. Don’t give me any of that Kindergarten Teacher “we’re all winners” garbage). Last Friday at 6:45 am, Kim walked into her office with the same black tissue tee, pink tank, blue jeans and black boots that she had worn once before in October. The clothes, they have triumphed! Thank you all for you support during the game. There were moments when I could hear you cheering for me as I stood in front of my closet, wondering which shirt to choose and I drew strength from it. You know, I’ve never worn this outfit I have on today before, but I for sure haven’t worn it in the first quarter. Hmm, maybe it’s a quarterly game. Or a semester game?
One last bit that you should know. I do not believe for a second that what one learns can be measured by grades at the graduate school level. So much is subjective. So much is about the power professors wield to which students must bend. So much is completely out of one’s control. I am the first to yell, “Don’t pay attention to those grades. They mean nothing and have no true life significance!” But I also am the first to yell “Do you know how smart my husband is?! He got perfect grades his first semester of seminary!” Not that it surprises anyone, but I’m still incredibly proud.
