Random ramblings from a week in the Lucas household.
A new episode of Books & Crafts was released.
Wendy and I headed to the studio to film another series of Books & Crafts episodes—a day which was preceded by several very late nights.
Keira and I spent two days in our pajamas, recovering from the heretofore mentioned events. It must be said that we didn't wear the same pajamas for two consecutive days—at least Keira didn't. Since my pajamas weren't smeared with peaches and didn't have cheese scrubbed into the zipper, I felt okay about continuing to wear them.
Despite my exhaustion, I stayed up until 2 a.m. (again) the night we filmed, reading The Glass Castle in one sitting. This true story of a staggeringly disfunctional family was told with candor and not an ounce of self-pity. It was mesmerizing. And when Keira woke me at the crack of dawn the next morning, I still thought it was worth it. I just convinced her to take an early nap with mama on the couch, and by 10 a.m., I was semi-functional.
I continued to work my way through the back seasons of My Name is Earl. I rarely watch anything live these days. It's just so much fun to discover a "new" show and watch it all the way through in a month or two, via Netflix.
I felt very inspired by the card-making fun at Ella Publishing Co. this week.
I felt sad, several times, about the passing of Steve Jobs. And then chuckled inappropriately at the coverage from The Onion (satirical online "news" site), which reported: 'The Last American Who Knew What the Bleep He Was Doing Dies," followed by a fake quote from President Obama: "This is a dark time for our country, because the reality is none of the 300 milion or so Americans who remain can actually get anything done or make things happen. Those days are over." Sad, but true. And sad. And true. ;)
I spent a delightful afternoon walking around Barnes & Noble with a new friend, discovered via my blog. I had mentioned her by name in a post I wrote last year, after hearing her speak about infertility at an adoption conference. Thinking she lived in another state and that she'd never come across my blog, I mentioned how inspiring I found her and how I secretly wished she were my neighbor. Then a few weeks ago, after she discovered the post, I received an email with the title, "Want to be BFFs?" It turns out we have lots in common: infertility, adoption, reading, writing, and a love of English scones. AND we live in neighboring cities. I love meeting new friends.
Travis and I took Keira on her first fall hike. She loved it for the first half and slept through the second half. I wish I could just fall asleep wherever I wanted and that people would tote me around while I snooze. I tell ya, being a baby is the best. (Except for the pooping your pants part.)
I worked on finalizing everything for the Primary Program for this Sunday, which is the end-of-the-year performance/review for all the children in my church congregation. They sing all the songs they've worked on this year and recap the things they've learned. The past 10 months of church have all been leading up to this moment, and all 45+ kids' parents and grandparents will likely be in attendance, but no pressure. No pressure at all. (There really isn't any pressure when I remember that when you combine kids and music, it's just going to be adorable, no matter what. And it's not about me and my skills as a leader; it's about them and what they've learned this year. There, I feel calmer already.)
Yep, I did lots of things this week, but I didn't blog. Until now.
The End.
The CUTEST End Ever.
