November 11, 2012
Sunday
5:34pm
Peace and quiet. That’s what
I need right now, and that’s what I’ve got. I just closed myself up in my
office, door shut, and here I sit, typing away.
Brian keeps the tv on 24/7,
and I’ve had no peace since about 7am this morning, when he got up and turned
on the NFL Network. Dallas is playing now, and I still hear yelling and
clapping, but at least there is a moments’ reprieve here and there.
I started my day at 4am this
morning. We were planning on going to church at Holly Ridge Baptist. We
discussed having church here at home, but I felt the obligation to go to church/church,
so we got dressed. By the time 9:30 rolled around, we were out the door and
headed to Mama’s, to let her dogs out. 10:30 came, and I was so sleepy from
just sitting around that I decided not to go at all. My usual nap time is at
around 11am. When I thought of me sitting there trying to keep my eyelids open,
my head lolling around, and my eyes rolling in the back of my head during
service, I dreaded the thought, and we decided to go home instead.
I nearly fell asleep in the
car on the way home, and I got a piercing ache in the back of my eye when I
coughed, so I just went to sleep as soon as I got home.
When I awoke at 1:30, Brian
had cleaned the kitchen, washed the dishes, and was scrubbing the sinks, all for
me! I was relieved, and thankful, and very much pleased with his efforts, gave
him a hug and a kiss, and told him thank you I love you.
Brian has been giving me
betrayal kisses all day today. He has been speaking horrible things concerning
our coach for the New Orleans Saints, Sean Peyton, and has even mentioned Drew
Brees. He will say, “I saw an interview with Sean Peyton. He said his dream job
is to go coach the Cowboys in Dallas.” And then he’ll kiss me. Mind you, Brian
is a Cowboys fan, and conspires all year round, every year, how to get our
players and our coaches. The fact that Sean Peyton is a free agent does not help
this any, and although most everything Brian says is untrue, he desperately
wishes it to be. He’ll say, “There will be a number 9 next year playing for the
Cowboys, but it won’t be Romo…do you know who else is number 9 Erin?” He’ll
kiss me, and I’ll punch him in the ribs, and he’ll laugh, and I’ll sneer. It’s
all in good fun, and I love our banter, though I will not be happy if he ever
lives up to all these well wishes for his Cowboys, especially at the expense of
our beloved Saints.
I talked to Mama, and she and
Daddy had gone to the Tractor Supply, and were just leaving. Daddy’s headed to
Memphis tonight to pick up a tractor, to bring back here tomorrow morning. I
asked her if it was okay to pot my plant, because I had gotten a little spray
paint on the inside of the pot, and Danielle had told me that she had spray painted
the inside of hers, and all her plants died. Mama said it shouldn’t hurt it,
and though I’m still not thoroughly convinced either way, I know I don’t have
any paint thinner, and I really wanted to pot my plant. If it turns out yellow
or brown or looks like it’s going to die, I’ll redo the pot on the inside, and
repot it later. Hopefully, my plant will stay healthy and happy in its little
spot beside our tv, on its little plant stand.
Granny called while I was
napping, and I returned her call. We talked for a good while, about anything
and everything, as we usually do, for a good 15 minutes.
We ran over to see Roy and
Denise and their kids, our next door neighbors. We picked up everyone a t-shirt
while we were in Florida, and they had mowed our ditch and culvert out of the
kindness of their hearts while we were away. Brian stayed outside with Roy, and
I ran in and saw Denise and the kids, and gave them all their t-shirts. Their
dog, Bella, just had 6 puppies, though 3 of them have died, they still have the
3. They are the cutest little puppies, and Denise says she’s already given at
least one of them away. I’ve always been scared to let my cats and dogs have
babies, for fear that I will be stuck with all of them. On top of that, there’s
so many at the animal shelters everywhere, that I would just as soon adopt
another one, give it a little life, a home, love, and happiness, just as we
have done with all our cats and dogs, but Miss Peaches, who we got from Roy and
Denise.
After a short visit, we came
back home, and cleaned the living room. I even dusted, vacuumed again, and
cleaned off the glass tops.
By about that time, we were
so hungry. I had a packet of oatmeal for breakfast, some cheese nips, and 4
miniature chocolate candies from Halloween. We were starving. I was gonna fry
some chicken strips I picked up at the store the other day, when I read the
instructions, and found I could bake them. I fried up some tater tots to go
with them. I was stuffed after 1 strip and tots, but ate 2-1/2, and gave the
rest to Sambo, our dog. Brian ate 3-1/2 and tots, and gave Sambo his too, so
Sambo had a good dinner tonight.
I should really get in there
and walk now, but I honestly don’t feel like getting all amped up again at this
hour. It’s 6:30 almost, and though I probably have about 3 hours before
bedtime, and I may wash some clothes even, I just don’t feel like exercising
right now. Although when the Cowboys game is over, I very may well get in there
and walk my 30 minutes, and watch something on the DVD player. Brian bought
Captain America, and recorded Spiderman 3 on Friday, and has watched it
probably 7 times since then, so it looks like we’ll be buying that one too, and
I wouldn’t be the in the least surprised if we watched it again tonight.
It’s raining outside now. It’s
quiet, calm, and soothing to the soul. There’s little tree frogs on my windows,
and I just want to thank the Good Lord Above for this day, and for every day
that He protects us, and gives us to live life, and grow in Him.
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