Friday, Biscuits, and Strangers

Yes, thank the Lord, it is Friday.

The week has been long, and it began that way. Evie Grace decided that sleep really wasn't on her agenda on Sunday night, thus she was awake from 12am-4am. Thankfully, the Lord has been good, blessing us with much rest this week.

This weekend holds some excitement for us. One of our dear couple friends is having a baby, and tomorrow night is the gender reveal party. They had the ultrasound yesterday, had the technician place the gender in a sealed envelope, that was later handed to the mom's mother and then off to the baker. We are excited to see if this cake is BLUE or PINK. Will it be glitter and bows or footballs and bats? YAY! We are so excited for these sweet friends!

Hope your weekend is simply fantastic, restful, and wonderful! If you are watching the LSU v. Alabama game, who will you root for? I think we will stick to ROLL TIDE b/c we REALLY dislike the Tigers!





MEMORY LANE: When I think about Fridays and Fall in Russia, I get giddy inside. This time of year, it's already quite chilly. Not just at night like it is here, but pretty much the entire day. The days are getting quite shorter. The sun is beginning to not come up until close to 9 and it is setting closer to 4 (and this only gets worse until Dec 22nd, the darkest day of the year). The leaves are on the ground, and usually, the ground is wet. It always rains in the fall a lot. And, if it's Friday in my Russia memory, that means that I don't have language school on Saturday, and that is always a reason to be giddy!

This one particular Friday, Sarah didn't have language school, so I was by myself. I had gotten off the bus on the corner, as I always did, and I was walking home. As I was walking, I looked at my nice watch my sister had given me before I moved there. Apparently, that caught the eyes of some men who were sitting outside. Immediately, the two were by my side, one on either side, trying to talk to me. I got nervous, but tried to remain calm. I listened intently as they were tryign to get to know me. They asked me what time it was, where I was from, etc.

All I remember is that as I neared my building entrance, I kept thinking, "Oh my, they will know where I am living." I don't remember if I said bye to them, or if I simply took off running, but I quickly pressed the buttons into my building (I don't know why... the door was ALWAYS  broken) and ran up the one flight of steps to my door. I knocked frantically, just KNOWING, that they were behind me and ready to kidnap me and sell me to traffikers. As I beat on the door and begged Sarah to open the door, she was saying, "Hold on, the dough is on my hands, and I can't the door open."

Finally, she got the door open, laughed at me for being hysterical, and put amazing homemade biscuits in the oven. I felt ridiculous as I told her my story.

Have I watched too many episodes of crime shows, or WHAT?!