-Edit-written on April 1^st posted today…

On Sunday night we (Me, Coie, Mom, and Emmi) went to our Small Group. I am usually asked help watch the younger kids while the adults have the bible study. But this time my friend said she didn’t need any help. So I went inside and participated in the bible study, which was about prayer. It was very interesting to me. Mr. Riser mentioned a book on prayer that costs $300 dollars and has 1500 pages! I forgot who wrote it. I wish I could get that book (rather, borrow it).

After the bible study, I went over to Mrs. Riser (who had gotten my attention and waved for me to come over to her) and she said “Ok, don’t explode” I think she told me that 2-3 times. I said “Ok” wondering what she meant by that. And she said that she wanted me to come over to her house and spend a weekend with her. Even though she made that clear, it didn’t quite click for me right away (I was pretty slow that evening).

 And finally I put it together that she knew that I would be very excited and I’d explode with excitement. I really like the Riser family and am always excited to see them, so I’m especially excited to get to spend a weekend with them. She told me not to get too excited because I probably won’t go over there for a while. As much as I felt like I would, I didn’t explode. She said that she wanted to teach me some stuff about crocheting and/or knitting (which I’m especially excited about, I’ve been wanting to learn more stuff about crocheting & knitting). I thought about this for a little while wondering why she wanted me to come over. And finally I went to her and asked her and she said “Because I love you!” (I told my dad about this convo. and he goes “Aw, that’s cute”--his often and expected reply about something sweet, nice, kind, etc.). I feel totally special.

I’m so excited about this. When she invited me I wasn’t so sure if it would happen. But Mrs. Riser went and talked to my Mom about having me over and Mom said I can come over-that’s when I got overly excited. I’ve been giddy all day today and was all day yesterday. I just can't wait for this weekend to come along!

Oh, speaking of yesterday, me, Dad, Coie and Bo went up to Cumberland Gap (40-50 miles from here) to help Miss Tina, a lady that Dad works with, move to Morristown. She only had 3 other people helping her. About an hour after we got there and just about finished loading the uhaul, Coie had to leave for work. So she took her car and left. Me, Dad, and Bo got to drive the Uhaul down to Morristown (where Mom would come and pick us up) and helped unload (I haven’t ridden in a big truck since I was 10, it was pretty fun and brought back a ton of memories. I miss going with my Dad to work). When we finished, Mom picked us up and while we were driving down the neighborhood street we saw a man in a car parked next to a lady probably in her late 40’s, who was lying on the road. It looked really suspicious, so we called 911. While we were waiting for the police and ambulance (who someone else also called for) to come, Mom got out of the car and asked her if she was OK (Oh, by the way, the man was gone by now). She told Mom to go get her cigarettes. Mom asked her if she thought anything was broken and the lady again told her to go get her cigarettes. When the lady heard the ambulance she got right up and left. So Mom talked to the police about it and then we left quickly because Dad had to go to an appointment. And Miss Tina, who noticed the ambulance and police 4 doors down from hers and went to go see what the matter was and also saw us leaving, called Dad and let him know that the lady was just having a fit because she didn’t have any cigarettes! (Oh, by the way, the man in the car was the person who had later called the ambulance; I don’t know why he was parked so close to her, though). Ah, yes, one more thing about this…Today my Dad’s phone (which is used as an alarm clock) rang. So I hit a button meaning to turn off what I thought was the alarm, but was actually someone calling. I heard someone say “Hello?” and I thought “Oh, shoot” and quite embarrassed I answered it. The voice on the other side said “hello this is so-n-so from the Morristown police department” “Uh, one moment please!” and I hung up. I’m pretty sure that he was just calling about the whole thing yesterday. He didn’t call back. That was pretty embarrassing.

On another note, here’s a funny story about today:

 My 4yo brother came running in the house saying “I need to get a shirt on!” And I said “Ok, then go get one” without looking at him. And then he came to the kitchen (where I was) and said while putting on his shirt “I gotta worm” that got my attention pretty quick “You got a what-what?” and while he stretched it out he said “A worm.” “James, that’s gross. Take that outside.” I think that worm was the same on that he found under the rocks 5 hours ago. I had gone outside to check on him and when he saw me he went “Hey, look, I got a worm!”

Me “Uh, that’s great!” (trying to sound excited for his ‘amazing’ find) “Go give it to the chickens.”

Him “Um, no thanks. I wanna keep it”

Me “alright. What are you going to do with it?”

James “I don’t know”

Me “What did you name it?” (assuming that he had)

James (after a thoughtful moment) “Simba”

We haven’t seen Lion King for years and know nobody with that name. How in the world did he come up with that?

I don’t know why, but he has some sort of fascination with worms and loves them. His favorite thing to do outside is Worm-Hunt.

Ah, he just came in the house and I asked him what he did with the worm and he said “I let it go”

Me “did you give it to the chickens?”

Him “No, I let it go”

Me “HOW did you ‘let it go’?”

Him “I put a big rock on top of it and smooshed ‘em”

I was pretty sure that dry worm would survive…