In Which Terri Finally Eats a Pancake She Made....Finally.
For the past several Sunday mornings, I have been cooking pancakes for the 9:30 youth service at my church. We average about 20 kids that service, and I am busily pouring and flipping cakes on the griddle from 9 - 9:30. It is my way of doing things to make ONE BIG PANCAKE per plate, as opposed to 3 small ones, and the kids seems to like that. I finished early this morning (we had a smaller crowd) and decided to partake of one myself. I had it with no syrup, and carried it around like a small discus (albeit much fluffier). It was quite good, but I can take no credit for that, as it is mix with water and pour.
When I made it to the adult service at 11:00, I was apparently being tested by God on how bored I can be and still be conscious. The sermon was an adult version of the one I had just heard in the youth service, and my mind was tempted to ruminate on other things like the fact that it's only 59 days until I see Van Halen in Charlotte, NC. I managed to make it through, however, even if my Sunday bulletin did look like a graffiti artist had commandeered it.
After church it was on to WallHell where Chelsea and I got haircuts and did some much-needed grocery shopping. Two hours and a few hundred dollars later, we got home, put everything away, and had a very late lunch. It was then that I fell into a coma until 6-ish. Now we are all at the dining room table: Bill is eating, I am LJ-ing, and C is reading Disney comics. Very nice.
When I made it to the adult service at 11:00, I was apparently being tested by God on how bored I can be and still be conscious. The sermon was an adult version of the one I had just heard in the youth service, and my mind was tempted to ruminate on other things like the fact that it's only 59 days until I see Van Halen in Charlotte, NC. I managed to make it through, however, even if my Sunday bulletin did look like a graffiti artist had commandeered it.
After church it was on to WallHell where Chelsea and I got haircuts and did some much-needed grocery shopping. Two hours and a few hundred dollars later, we got home, put everything away, and had a very late lunch. It was then that I fell into a coma until 6-ish. Now we are all at the dining room table: Bill is eating, I am LJ-ing, and C is reading Disney comics. Very nice.