Pa's Makeover...Courtesy K, H, and E

The Clinique counter's got nothin' on the three Short Stacks.



Captain, we're as frightened as you are.




There are no words. He tells me he drew the line at lipstick.




Oh, the love of a Papaw is SO demonstrated in this.





What better way to spend a Sunday afternoon?

A Few More Things.

1. My hair is oh-so-cute (can I say that?!) and SHORT! Thanks Beverly. A little plug: My friend Bev works at Dimensions studio in Vincennes. Go see her sometime. She cut it at church last night because I didn't have time to go in and see her...Then she made me go see Seth before I saw it myself. He started saying, "I like it!" before I had really even walked into the room. I love that man. He knows that you don't mess around with compliments when your lady gets a new haircut. Or haircute. baha. Go tell him to blog, dang it!! Blog outrage.

2. I did not look around to see who was watching, but I can almost guarantee the CFO or the VP of the University was walking by at that precise moment that the gushing geyser got me in the face. Why do I instinctively know this? Because I'm "That Girl..." and I can't have a dumb moment without the world watching. And I'm my own worst enemy because even if they miss it, I still tell YOU, Good Blog Reader.

3. Many thanks to Mandy Ash who sent me a way cute e-card for Pastor Appreciation Month. Who totally thoughtful and much appreciated!!

4. My Uppercase Living SOIREE is tonight. I like using soiree because it's so much more fancy, don't you think? Anyway, it will be held at Seth's sweet pad, aka the Church Parsonage.

5. For the party, I used my quality Kitchenaid artisan stand mixer to prepare the food, which includes cheesecake and a pumpkin dip that changes lives. By the way, some people might think it's extravagant that Seth bought me that blessed mixer. I DON'T!!!!!! I love that thing. So much that, in fact, it rode in the front seat next to me on the way from Oakland City to Bicknell.

And I put the safety belt on her just for good measure.

Seriously.

Ask my roommate. She raised her eyebrows a bit, but betwixt the two of us, we are used to antics that the world simply does not understand. Like seatbelting our food mixers.

6. I have trouble taking medication. I don't remember it. Plus, we slitting my time between the Thompson's and my apartment, I don't have the same routine every day. Plus, I take Synthroid, which is one of those you have to take one hour before or two hours after you eat. Does anyone have any suggestions? I have tried everything, and the men in my life are like, "TAKE YOUR MEDS!!" This creates a problem as I eat ALL THE TIME, which leads to...

7. I am doing a program for the Staff at school called "The Biggest Loser." It involves weekly weigh-ins, and I have to pay if I gain or stay the same, but I don't if I lose. It lasts eight weeks and at the end, the person with the msot percetage of weight loss gets to keep the dough!
Not cookie dough...
mmm, that sounds good...WHOA.
Chugga, chugga, get back on track, Laur. This is gonna be harder than I thought. So girs, smack my hand away from that pumpkin dip tonight.


8. I miss my girls. Someone came in the office yesterday and said Kristin looked just like me. It made me tear up a bit, as I just long to see them. NEXT MONTH!

Q & A: Round One

Greta asked me a great question:

Shawn & I attended the Right to Life Banquet the other night and noticed your dad had a special guest sitting next to him. What are your thoughts and feelings about this new development?


As we all know, life goes on. Sometimes before we are ready for it. When my mom first passed away, it was very hard to adjust to my dad dating. He started dating sooner than I thought was healthy, but I didn't lose a spouse and I didn't have to come home to our empty house every night. I had school, work, friends, boyfriend, church activities, Emmaus stuff, etc to keep my mind and heart busy as I grieved this monumental loss. Every day the two places he went were our shop and our home, both of which carried multiple reminders of her life and death.

But I was hurting, and I didn't cut him any slack. I said disrespectful things and was hateful to him a number of times regarding this issue. I regret that with all of my heart. I disapproved of his choice to move on that quickly and more than anything was worried about him. I made excuses for being angry and frustrated, but in the end, I was sinful and selfish in a lot of ways. I was dying inside, and the idea of someone new did not exactly set my world on fire.

I prayed a lot about it and God showed me that my attitude toward him had been very wrong. Regardless of how I felt, he is my dad and he was hurting too. I should have shown more compassion.

He does have a lady is his life now who is a really nice Christian. She loves the Lord and knows the Word of God. She is very adventurous and loves to travel. I like her and although I have only met her once, I think she is probably a great encouragement to my dad. She is very pretty and smart and has two daughters. She lost her husband a few years ago to cancer, so she knows the pain and hurt my dad has been through. I don't know what they will do, but I know this:

I am learning to trust God with the things I cannot change. I want GOD'S best for my dad, so I have to be wiling to surrender what I think is best. I have come a long way, but I still have a way to go. HE is enough.


Love you, Dad!


So I am a little disappointed since thus far I have only received one question...
COME ON! You know you want to ask....



Thanks to Nana Judy for her help in getting my signature figured out. Kim, go here and they will help you step by step.

(First time I posted this I forgot to attach the site for the signatures. SORRY!)

Until Round 2,

That Girl... = So Sick.

I am sicker than a dog.

(I've always wondered about that statement. Like, how sick are dogs? And why are they used as a reference point to how sick a human is? Oh well. My brain is too clouded to think of something better.)

Julie is on her way to get me from school to take me to the doc.

I almost went to the E.R. last night. Had a really, really high fever (but no thermometer!) and Rach took care of me and told me she would take me (at 1 in the AM...good friend.). Called Dad, thought he was back at the ranch, but he's flying home from Texas today. Unintentionally made the poor guy feel really helpless because I was scared and crying on the phone. I know, I am a pansy. But in all honesty, I was missing my mom, too. This is the first time I have been ill since she died, and there is just something about moms that make us feel better. Plus, they always know what to do.


To be continued...

just got back from the doc. Three prescriptions and a bottle of water later, I am feeling a little better.
YES!

...and I lost nine pounds since dec. That knowledge practically cured me altogether.