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This is a picture of my sister E and I at a wedding over a year ago. I kind of look like a goober next to her I think. It’s like me trying to look cool but…failing. Maybe it’s the sunglasses and silver necklace with the knitted white cardigan (which no offense to my friend who I borrowed that from). It just reminds me of when I put my collar up on a Jordache jacket in junior high and somebody made a point of telling me I looked stupid. Ah yes. In my defense, E is seven years younger than I and has great dimples and a little bit of a tan. But a lot of times my batting average with fashion and/or hair choices and/or makeup choices is definitely less than 300. I know…I know…shouldn’t be so hard on myself…it’s not my fault that my skin is a pasty pasty white and you can fit ALL of my hair into a very small rubber band. What do you do? My sis probably wouldn’t agree with this post but why do I make this point? Probably for the same reason that Howie Long is leaning away from me in this pic yet why he smiled at E when we both passed by where he was sitting. I assured him that my HUSBAND was going to be so very excited about this picture, lest he think I would make some outrageous claim. He still was not very glad to see me and felt a little cornered in the very small SLC terminal we happened to be in (on our way to that same wedding). Maybe I should have reminded him that I am a rock star in training.

Since we have moved to Salt Lake City, my hubby and I have been going to a Presbyterian Church. Attending a denominational church has produced mixed feelings in me sometimes as committees are formed to decided things like the new paint color for the women’s bathroom. The “Book of Order” they also use for church policy and decision making rivals the Bible in length, no joke.

Having said that, something that has brought me some amusing times and good stories is the deacon position I agreed to take on for awhile. Sounds so formal but it’s basically a care ministry in which I check in with specific families/individuals from time and time to make sure they are doing well, haven’t fallen in their apartment and are waiting to be discovered, things like that. This picture is of a guy named Landon – one of my peeps. He is a freshman in college and is still trying to decide if he wants to major in philosophy or computer science – a guy with many interests. He always comes up to me at service to say hi which makes me feel like a semi-cool 32 year old. So adorable, like you want to bring him home, give him some cocoa, and ask him who he likes. It’s good for me, reminding me again that the church is a group of people, not a building or an institution.