Finally

     I am finally feeling better!  We figured out that it was a bacteria thing, not a virus, and were able to take care of it.  I could have died and had no idea it was that serious.  Yikes!!  Good thing for personal revelation.

     I was able to go to the two clothing stores in town and look at their spring collections.  I am so glad I did.  Bealls had a yellow skirt that is a little casual, but I can make do if necessary.  They also had a mormon version of the little black dress.  I could not stay my hand.  I had to get it.  Wow!  When I put it on in the dressing room I felt beautiful, not fat, modest, and hot.  It hugged me in all the right places and hid me in all the right places.  It was like the dress was made for me.  Too bad it is black and not yellow.  I may look for a pattern just like it and make one patterned after this dress because I doubt I could find something better.
     Today I am babysitting a little girl who thinks Adam and our car smell like poo.  They don't.  She is really funny, though.  She loves it when I print out Barbie or princess pictures for her and calls up Esther to see if she can play Barbies.  This girl is in kindergarten.  Should I be worried about Esther?  Probably not, but Esther's social development is going to need an increase in social skills pretty quickly or she is going to have a very rough school year this upcoming fall.
     I was bullied in fifth grade and I am worried that she will experience the same thing next year.  Middle school is rough.  I wouldn't wish it on my worst enemy and yet homeschooling is not an option because she needs to grow up.  If I let her stay home and teach her there, she will not learn the more important life lessons.  I just hope, in her case, that which does not kill us makes us stronger.
     Tonight I have my first readers theater experience in a long time.  We are having our R.S. birthday celebration.  I am the woman who brings shock value then the spirit into the meeting.  The "director" keeps laughing and saying, "Isn't this part perfect for her?"  I don't know wheather I should be flattered or insulted.  I am choosing to feel complimented because I love this part and am pulling out all the stops.  Prepare to get blown away ladies. 
     Great, now I am going to blow it because I got cocky.  Grrrr.  That always happens when I perform.  I fail miserably when I feel confident in my ability as a performer.  Pray for me and I'll repent.  This "play" is supposed to bring in the Spirit and I do not want to be the one who wrecks that.  Maybe I'll wear my new dress and it won't matter if I blow it or not; at least I'll look great.