Well, this has been a busy week so far. Wes and I are going to a couples' seminar Friday night, so we're both trying to get some things done ahead of time. I'm starting a series of Sunday school lessons on David - finished Ruth last week - so I'm getting a new set of memory verse visuals ready, as well as cutting out flannelgraph pieces. I'm not particularly fond of cutting out flannelgraph pieces! I remedy that by just doing a little at a time - the famous FlyLady principle of 15 minutes at a time. I can get two full sheets done in 15 minutes. It helps me stay motivated if I can break up a big job into smaller segments. I don't dread starting it nearly as much either. For my memory verse visuals, I use Word and center each verse on a separate sheet, using a fun font and different colors of ink. After I print them out, I paste each one to a piece of patterned paper from my cardmaking stash, then paste that onto a bigger sheet. It sort of frames the verse and adds some color. I thought they looked kind of tame, till one week I didn't make the visual, and the kids wanted to know where the verse was, even though I'd written it on the whiteboard! So. Whatever works.
Something funny happened yesterday morning that I just have to tell you about. I was ordering some music books from Christian Book Distributors online. I had just gotten my credit card out of my wallet when my computer went nuts. It was coming up with text boxes asking if I wanted to stop using this or that, highlighting everything if I clicked on a page . . . and I hadn't changed anything at all. It was wild, let me tell you. So I called my husband, whom computers fear (according to him), and he spent a good 15 minutes making adjustments, changing settings, checking settings, restarting the computer. All to no avail. It was still wonky. After about 15 minutes, I happened to look down at my keyboard. Ahem. I had laid my wallet down next to the computer. With the flap open. And the flap, innocent thing that it is, was resting on the CTRL key. Just enough to make the computer think I was holding that key down. I imediately knew what had happened. I also immediately began to laugh, which got Wes's attention. When I showed him the wallet flap, amid my hysterial peals of laughter, he just shook his head and muttered something about "my own little Lucy." Now, what do you suppose he meant by that? ;)
I should run. We have the church men coming tonight for their quarterly meeting, and supper is cooking even as I type. Which got me in trouble a few minutes ago. I burned the butter I was melting in the frying pan. So I will go, before I have another Lucy moment.