What’s going on over there?

I was at at church on a Wednesday evening, sitting in my ladies’ Bible study group. On the other side of the wall, the kids were playing games. We could hear them laughing and and jumping, and occasionally yelling.

We made a few little jokes about how it sounded like fun over there. When we heard something (or someone) hitting the shared wall, I mentioned that I hoped one of the kids didn’t come crashing through like the Kool Aid Man.

At one point, my group was sitting in silent prayer, and I could clearly hear a teacher’s voice next door, calling out the names of my twins.

Specifically yelling their names. 

Little Boy and Little Girl!

LITTLE BOY AND LITTLE GIRL!

LITTLE BOY AND LITTLE GIRL!

LITTLE BOY AND LITTLE GIRL!

Like, he seriously said just their two names four times. Including the “and,” that’s seven syllables.

I was thinking, “My kids are in some serious trouble.”

But the good thing was, since we are new to the church none of the ladies in my study knew that it was MY kids getting called out.

So there’s that…

Oh, and when I asked the twins about it later, they insisted that they were NOT in fact in trouble. On no. The games teacher was just “cheering them on” in a race.

Well… maybe…

A Disappointing Letter

We are still receiving Christmas cards, although it is late January.

Not that I’m complaining; I love Christmas cards! I also have a fun way of preserving cards every year. (Click here if you’re interested in that craft idea.) So, the more cards, the better, in general.

This particular Christmas card was forwarded from our old address in Alaska:

Little Girl was super excited to see this fancy envelope in the pile of mail.

“Is that from Hogwarts?!” she exclaimed.

Aw. I hated to tell her that it wasn’t. After all, she’s turning eleven this year. (And so is her twin brother, actually.) If there were such a place as Hogwarts, this would be the year for the letter.

I’m afraid this is going to be a disappointing year for Little Girl.

Thanks for ruining my kids’ eleventh birthday year, J.K. Rowling….

#AlaskaProblems Part 2

Alaska is a beautiful place, but sometimes I miss the conveniences of “The Lower 48,” as we say here.

Earlier I wrote about my troubles retrieving my mail, but there are other things I’m not used to.

Another thing that’s weird at my house is that we don’t have trash pickup. We have to haul our own trash to the dump.

Now I know this shouldn’t be a big deal, but it’s still strange to me to load up my trash in the car and drive away with it.

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One good thing is, since it’s so cold out, there’s no bad smell at the dump.

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As my husband pointed out: Frozen trash doesn’t stink.

I’m not sure how it will be in summer, though…