Yesterday I emailed Rebecca and said, "I want you to know I keep checking your blog to see if you've put up anything about your trip." She fires back, "Yeah, well I keep checking your blog to see if you've written anything about how awesome your kids are and how sad you are to leave us for 3 years." So I'm officially posting: I think my kids are awesome and I am going to miss them tons. I can't say more or I'll be bawling like a baby.
This morning it took me 15 minutes to get my eyebrows to look even close to a matched pair. This whole eyebrow thing is a mess. I spent the first 38 of my "doing makeup" years plucking and now I'm drawing eyebrows back in. The really tough part for me is getting the two to look the same. It's just like when I used to try to draw a Christmas (pine) tree in elementary school. I would draw an awesome right side of the tree. The branches sloped out evenly with just the right angles. Then I would try to draw the left side. Not even close to the same angles or slope. It looked weird so I would erase it and try again and again until I wore a hole in my paper. I used to wonder why some older ladies had such a surprised or "Bozo the Clown" look with their eyebrows. Now I know. They didn't really intend that look or like it. They just finally got a matched set and decided to go with it.
I, like Kim's friend, Christa, lose things. Today I am looking for a letter I wrote just last night. I put it in the envelope, addressed it, and put it on the spot on the table we have designated as our "OUT" box. I know it was there this morning, so where is it now? I must have moved it, but why? Yes, kids, I have tried to think carefully about why I might have moved it and where that place might be. Yes, I have moved a few things to see if it is under anything. So far, nothing. I could just print it off again, but something won't let me do that because I know I will find it right after I do and besides that, I am not a quitter. I just keep looking, using up my day. While I am looking for this letter Alan tells me I have to find my Seminary graduation certificate to send in so I can get a visa to Brazil. What?! I can't find something I had in my hand hours ago. How am I supposed to find something I probably haven't touched since the night I received it 37 years ago? I'm not going to swear, but I might cry. Then I calm myself down and think, "If you were a Seminary graduation certificate, where would you be?" I thought of 3 places to look. Bingo! I found it. It was in the third place, but I found it and the pin that went with it. I'm so excited, I'm thinking about wearing the pin. Now if I can just find that stupid letter.