That's more like it

All in a day's lunch....

As I pulled up to my house, I had this whole thought trail about how good God is to me. It started by looking at my green coat in the passenger seat. I adore this green coat. Everyone else loves this green coat too. It fits like it was custom made for me. It is the perfect shade of green for my eyes. It was a gift, something that didn't fit someone else.

My life is full of things like that. So I went happily in to the house thinking about all the neat stuff God gives me all the time. A co-worker recently gave me a bag of really cute designer clothes. They also fit like they were made for me. This is awesome, I never ever buy designer clothes. I'm too cheap.

The Dooney & Bourke purse hanging from my arm. I didn't really know what it was until other women in the know started gushing over it. This was also given to me, brand new. Cowabunga!

I was thinking as I came through the door that people must think I'm one of 'those' girls. I'm not at all, God is just so good to me. And He has impeccable taste.

I warmed up my plate of Pork & Beans and an Oscar Meyer ALL BEEF frank (speaking of good taste....)

Up the stairs I go, hot plate of deliciousness in one hand, D&B purse in the other. As I neared my desk, something quite usual happened. The plate lept from my hand. There is now Pork and Beans scattered generously within a 3 foot radius of my desk.

ARGH! ANNA!

My purse was a victim as well. There were beans and sauce all over the front, and inside there was a bean on my camera, one on my checkbook and two under the noseflute.

This just makes me laugh. Dooney & Bourke meets Pork & Beans.
That's so much more my style.

I guess my cover is blown.

the key to making a friend

When Lauren & Flynn were here recently, we were reminiscing about past Bible Conferences. 
This is how I met their family.

I was probably 13 or 14.  I was going through the food line, and I started visiting with the man in line behind me.  We proceeded safely through all the meats, salads, hot dishes and picked up our punch.  Almost home free, just the desserts to navigate now.

I have never been a good multi-tasker.
I tend to get animated when I talk.

It was bound to happen.  It had to.  He was wearing a white shirt.
Somehow, my cup of punch jumped out of my hand onto this poor man's white shirt.

Lesson learned: throwing beverages on a person is the ideal way to make a friend for life. I apologized to him frequently that week trying to make amends, and now we have an undying inside joke (or outside I guess since the punch was quite visible).  It comes up every year.  **Side note... we serve lemonade now.  Coincidence?  I think not.

Its amazing, I visited their church a few years later, and ate at a potluck.  We were in close proximity again in line, and somehow the jug of water slipped out of my hand towards him.

I told the girls to tell him he should wear a wetsuit this year.

What is this man's name?  Mr. Hartley, "your dad" ...  I really don't know.  But his daughters have become very good friends of ours, all because I'm clumsy.  Can't wait to see you guys! :-)