In everything in life there is some kind of art. There is art in reading a radiology report and there is art in dipping chocolates. Today we’re laughing because of the differences in art.
Yesterday, at the youth group at church, we had a mystery party. That’s all we knew about it before hand other then we were supposed to bring a treat. Now a mystery party, I think, calls for a mystery treat. So I did what every red blooded mom would do and I put my thinking cap on. What could possibly be a better mystery than Bertie Botts Beans from Harry Potter? It’s a treat where you never know just what you’re going to bite into. Of course… that’s the perfect mystery treat… One where no one will know what they’re going to bite into. So I went to the store and bought those chubby fat little pretzel stubs and seedless grapes. We brought them home, dipped them in chocolate, let them dry, put them in the same bowl and headed off to the Mystery party. Now I realize most churches don’t try to teach kids to tell lies, but that was the first thing we did. We learned to tell lies and detect them. They we did a relay race where you try to put cooked spaghetti noodles in a 2 litter bottle. It’s a lot harder then it sounds. Then we played a game of assassin. We had a lot of fun. When it was time to eat the treats I just stood back and watched. The size and shape of the pretzels vs the grapes was almost perfect. The first victim came over and bit into a pretzel. You could almost read his mind. “What is this chocolate thing. I guess I’ll try it. Oh, a pretzel. I like pretzels. I’ll take a few more.” Then you watch as that same victim bites into the second chocolate and voila, it’s a pretzel too. And one more and yeeeekowwwwwwwwwwwwwwwummmmmmm, what the heck was that? The faces and the reactions were more fun then the rest of the evening. It was so fun to watch. One person would ask another standing at the bowl what was in it. “Oh, it’s chocolate covered grapes. So the next person would be expecting something soft and instead get a pretzel, causing the second victim to think the first victim was lying. They would compare sizes and shapes and still not have a valid way to tell the difference. There were the adventurous people who would just eat what ever they picked up, there were the picky people who would prefer to get just grapes or pretzels but not both, there were the friends trying to convince friends they were all one thing and then purposely feed them something else. It was sooooooooooooo funny. I think I enjoyed that more then the rest of the party. I even heard pastor Bill tell someone that this was Karen’s mystery. Since I’ve been going to that church for over 2 years it’s nice to know the pastor really does know my name. It was a genuinely good time.
Tonight the doctors office called because they got the final radiology report on Raina’s foot and they’re not sure it’s not broken. We’re supposed to take her back in in the morning to get it checked out again. It just seems to be getting bigger and more bruised. If they can't fix it, we're just going to dig a hole in the backyard and bury her.....ok, not really but it's something my dad would have said.
Squishy is spending the evening with her mom, who drove down to Cabellas for something again this evening and got in another auto accident. She drives like a hot rod maniac and somehow gets people to hit her on a regular basis. I'm as blatently confused about that as I am about how Tonya finds people to marry her. It just flat out amazes me. Wow.
Well off to bed with me.
Tonight I'm saying a prayer for everyone in California, kentucky, texas, arizona and nevada that I know and love. You know who you are..
xoxoxo