When we last left our heroine...

Okay, I so did not mean to go over a week without posting. Sorry about that.

Let's see. Since my last post, we've learned that we need repairs on our septic system that will require a backhoe. Upon hearing that bit of news, one of the water pipes under the house gave way and started spraying water everywhere. But it's all okay, because it's not like December is a month where we have a lot of extra gifts to buy or anything.

That was sarcasm, in case you were wondering.

But seriously, it's all okay. The silver lining in all this is that all these repairs could have been much worse than they are. And, since every time Theodore and I turn around we're presented with a sermon, Bible study, or Sunday school lesson on not grumbling, it's been kind of interesting to get plenty of time for real life application.

And then, just when I was starting to get my bloggy mojo back, the politics in the state of my birth (Illinois) became so dramatic that I've spent a good part of the last couple of days constantly refreshing the Drudge Report and teaching the kids the new vocabulary word of the week: megalomania. Or, the new word coined by my nephew, "Blagojasity: stupidity to the extent of ridiculousness. Today's word was brought to you by the letters F B & I."

I am SO GLAD we don't have any Chicago politicians running our country.

That was sarcasm again.

Anyway, I may have mentioned it a time or sixty, but I am not a joiner. I have to be careful, because when someone asks me to do something, my first inclination is to say no. And sometimes, they're asking me to do something fun or really important or necessary, and I have to make sure that I'm not turning down a free trip to Hawaii or refusing to help them hold their purse while they run off to pull children from burning buildings.

I could give you links that prove it's my very rare and introverted personality type that makes me this way (I'm an INFJ), but you probably wouldn't read them, and I can't shake the feeling that I'm really this way because I'm lazy. Which is ironic because it says right on there that an INFJ tends to be "a perfectionist who doubts that they are living up to their full potential."

All this to say, when the leader of my children's homeschool jumprope team asked me to take over for a couple of weeks while she was out of town, and I agreed, I was the most surprised person in the room.

Let's reflect. A crowded, noisy gym with lots of kids. Doing something athletic. I am in charge. That's so far out of my comfort zone that I'm wondering if I was running a temperature when I agreed.

And did I mention they had a performance, too? Yeah.

So a lot of the last week has been gearing up for that. But it went fine, mostly because the kids are great, but also because our church's Senior Adult Sunday School class is not what one would consider a tough audience.

So now I can concentrate on our last week of school. And Christmas. And political scandals in the state of Illinois. Just perhaps not in that order.