At the moment, dinner is in the oven. Two pot roasts. And then there will be gravy, white rice, steamed green beans and chocolate cream pie. Happy Sunday, ya'll. This is how we roll.
Someone gave a talk in church today, some high council guy, and he said the most infuriating thing. I can't get over it. He said that girls and women need to dress modestly because then they aren't a temptation to men and boys. SCREAAAAMMMMMM!!!!! Are you kidding me? The female race is responsible for male thoughts? It is our fault if they screw up and get too handsy during a makeout session? It is our fault that they might be tempted to look at porn by what we wear? It's our fault if we get sexually assaulted? This type of stuff makes me so mad. Makes me mad that my daughter could be taught that someday. Makes me mad that we don't give our boys enough credit. The fact is this: I dressed very modestly in my teen years and guess what, I got in plenty of trouble with boys. We should be modest for ourselves. Our own preference. We should have our own personal testimony of modesty. Dear High Council Guy, you are so far off base. Please bless no one heard you but me.
(Phew. Breath deeply.)
Oh! Guess what! My cookbook is finished!!! Sheen and I got everything turned in last Friday and we are DONEZO! I have had people asking me about my cookbook for the last two years. Every time, I would say, "Still just plugging away. In the middle of editing/recipe development/photographing." Today at church, I got to say, "I am done! Expect to be able to buy it at the end of May!" So people, the end of May. I will keep you updated. As for now, we start the design and formatting process with my project manager. This is the fun part.
Last week, I think I got hit by a drunk driver in the school parking lot. I was waiting in the carpool line and some lady behind me hit the back of my car. I got out, she started to back up off my car. Once she did, she then did something and hit my car again. Then backed up again and got out. She looked totally drunk. Or maybe stoned. Under the influence of something. I told her it wasn't a big deal because my car already had a ding where she hit it (bonus of driving a 10 year old car? You don't care about it.). She loopily said "Okay. Sorry." and then got back in her car. Anyways, as I drove away, I put the puzzle pieces together in my head and I am pretty sure she was drunk. Kinda funny, but not really.
Tomorrow is one of my favorite days of the year. Flower and herb potting day! Each spring, I go to the nursery and pick out a few blooms, some dirt and herbs and go home and create my favorite part of spring and summer. So excited!