Back Without a Lot to Say

I haven't written in a very long time, and therefore feel the need to post something. I don't actually have anything to say, mind you; it just feels like time.

Well, let's see. A little update on cracking eggs--I have now perfected cracking an egg with one hand. Thanks again Audrey!

I've given up sweets for the duration of lent. This includes all candy, cookies, cake, pop, and anything that tastes good or resembles dessert. I miss ice cream and mems. It's a lot harder than I thought it was going to be, but kind of easier at the same time. I guess it's not so bad, but I really did want a chocolate cake and ice cream for my birthday. Oh well, maybe I'll just have to have two birthdays this year!

Ok, so here's a small demonstration of the amount of faith that my mom does not have in me. The main argument in the Williams household is over the car and driving. It's not that my parents don't want me to use the car; it's that my mom and, on occassion, my dad are paranoid about the condition of country roads. Therefore, I often have to have my parents take me to school and work, and I rarely am allowed to go to church if it's located more than four miles from home. So, back to my demonstration--this morning, I was running behind for school for multiple reasons. I usually leave at 9am to make sure that I'll be on time for my first class. At 8:45, my mom comes upstairs and lets me know about thirty-seven times that the roads are icy and I'm going to be late. I know this, and the fact that she told me thirty-seven times didn't change anything--it simply frustrated me. So, I make it downstairs around 9am, almost ready, and in those 15 minutes my mom has gotten dressed, curled her hair, brushed her teeth, and put her makeup on. She's determined to take me to school. After many uplifting and positive words are exchanged, I somehow convince her to let me go without her, on one condition--I call her when I get there. Finally, I get out the door, and go to school--the roads, by the way, aren't icy at all. When I get to school I find something out that fixes my mother's oppinion of me for the entire day. I left my phone at home. I assume that my mom will figure it out and decide to call her when I get to work.

Now here's my favorite part. I call my mom just to let her know that I didn't call her because I forgot my phone. "Oh," she says, "I thought, 'Oh Jennifer, this is not the morning to stub up to me!'"

"Thanks for having so much faith in me Mom."

"Well, it crossed my mind that maybe you forgot it."

"And you couldn't give me the benefit of the doubt?"

"Well I did, for a second. But then I decided that you just wanted to stub me this morning."

Thanks for having so much faith in me, Mom! Love you too!