Catch-up

Whew, it's been quite a week. Some highlights:
-Kenny's sister Jeannette, her husband Jeff, and their adorable daughter Laura came to visit for the weekend. We played cranium, one of my favorite board games.
- For the first time ever, I lost at a game of Cranium, but it was a close game (sudden death overtime). Jeannette made a wonderful partner.
-I'm happy to announce Kenny and I discovered we trust each other well enough to play Cranium with just the two of us and promise to try our hardest at guessing for the other person when necessary.
-We all went to NASA together on Saturday for the first time (for us). It was miserable and cold but we had a good time. Definitely a necessity for someone living in Houston.
-Kenny finished the last step to being a permanent, certified Texas teacher (taking a test that could best be described as "beyond lame").
-We just weeded and put down mulch in our front yard, and also put down edging to keep the "grass" from taking over (if you've ever seen Texas "grass" you'd understand why I have it in quotes.)
-This week is Kenny's spring break. It's been delightful. I can't wait til summer.
-I have found a wonderful french bakery/restaurant we went to yesterday for breakfast. I had crepes and Kenny tried Quiche Lorraine for the first time (he liked it, the weirdo).
-We got a new vacuum. It's spiffy.
-Kenny made more delicious Peanut Butter cookies last night, and more pizza today. I'm spoiled rotten.
-I spoke in church two weeks ago. I have a half-written post about it, but in case I never get around to posting it: My talk had two halves. One was on my long road to finally feeling like a part of relief society (and it's NOT because I like fake flowers and bread machines). See, "love" is the thing that connects us all, even if we don't fit the "mold" of a Relief Society stay-at-home-mommy. The latter half was on how sometimes love means ACCEPTING service as well as giving it; sometimes the most loving thing you can do is let someone help you when you are vulnerable. I'll still try to post it if I can sometime. It was the first time ever that I spoke at church with no regrets on how it went- I actually think it went rather well if I do say so myself.

Oh, on a fun note: two sundays ago was the day we were supposed to reset our clock for Daylight Savings. We were going to go a half hour early (8 am) so I could prepare my talk. We managed to drive to church ("oh, that's weird, all these other churchs seem awfully busy for 8 am"), park in the parking lot ("why are there so many cars in the parking lot?"), walk down the hall ("these halls are empty for 30 minutes before church starts"), overhear someone speaking ("is someone practicing their talk before church starts? that's weird") and walk into the sacrament room before realizing we were 30 minutes LATE rather than 30 minutes EARLY. I made it just in time to get on the stand and speak.