15 + 1

Well, we had our traditional anniversary meal last night, and it was very nice - the kids were wonderfully behaved and intent upon serving us, the dog was brought us each our slippers, the coolers were frosty cold and tasty...riiiiiight...

Just kidding! Actually, we're both coming down with the annual start-of-school cold/flu thing that our beloved children have brought home along with homework. Blech.

I finally woke up last night around 11:30 to find Allen snoozing at the other end of the couch - you're jealous, I know.

Anyway, we're both looking forward to maybe heading out for a real anniversary dinner this weekend - just the two of us. I can't wait! Especially since we're hosting Ryan's sleepover Friday night. Pray for us...?

I still do...

1 true love

2 boys

3 dogs

4 different jobs for me/addresses for us

5 members in our current family unit

6 different cars

7 years ago - a new millenium! Does that mean our love is for the ages?

8 years ago we partied like it was - oh, wait, it WAS!

9 years ago was our first house-buying adventure - ack!

10 trillion times per day I think of you

11 years of being a family of four

12 months seem to go by too fast and at the same time too slow

13 years of anniversary fried chicken dinners (so we missed a couple of years...)

14 million versions of barbecue sauce and/or rub - HA! Finally got it, though!

15 years of loving you and thanking God every day for bringing us together

Happy anniversary, sweetheart! I love you!

Just get over it already!

No, this isn't going to be some sort of political entry, or even about Britney's belly.

My feelings were hurt this weekend, completely unintentionally, but I REALLY struggled to deal with it. It affected my attitude Saturday, it affected my worship on Sunday, it made me grumpy and resentful and altogether unpleasant to be around.

Someone mentioned offhandedly that a bunch of friends were getting together Saturday evening, and wondered if I'd be there. Well, that would be no, because this was the first I'd heard about it.

"Oh. Well, your name was mentioned."

Niiiiiice.

So my attitude was crap.

I really, truly, tried to look on the brighter side - to be encouraged that some of the women were getting together in fellowship and fun (one of my goals for the women at church), and I knew that if I prayed for their evening, my attitude would improve. So I tried to pray.

Yeah. That didn't go so well.

I was pretty far down into my own little pity party to do much prayer-warrior-ing (?) but, I did get over it. Thanks in large part to a well-timed pants-kicking by my beloved hubby.

Then Monday happens along and all my insecurities that nobody likes me were brought to the fore once again, due to some perceived (on my part) anger or SOMEthing with a co-worker. I hated how I felt. I hated that it was happening again. I hated that I had let satan get to me.

I gave myself a mental shake and reached out to the co-worker, who by the way, was FINE - no anger AT. ALL.

Satan is such a nerd!