Thursday, February 01, 2007
Completely Bowled Over and/or Grandma is Just Fine...
Last night I got a little email, from Darlene. She's the Editor of CWO (Christian Women Online). She told me I'd been named Blog of the Month for February.
Y'all!
Are you kidding? Seriously?
I sat here for a minute, reading, rereading. Then I went into the kitchen, and told my sweet husband, "I just got this email telling me I've been named Blog of the Month for CWO", and proceeded to tell my non-blogging, not-completely blog-understanding husband that I thought it was a big thing. He's so sweet. He congratulated me, hugged me, and listened to me for a minute or ten, about what a big deal I thought it was.
Then I phoned my daughter, Sarah. Most of you call her "In the Midst of It." I just call her Sar. She took awhile to answer the phone. My husband is in coal mining, and for years if the phone rang late at night, it was because there'd been an accident and/or a death. The family rule became - you just don't phone after about 9 p.m. unless someone's dying. My husband is not in Safety anymore and we get less of those calls, thank the Lord! Sar answered very sheepishly, "Hello?" "Hey", I said. "Did Grandma die?", she asked. (This would not be my mother (70's) but my MIL (mid-90's)). "Because you just don't call this late unless someone died, so did Grandma die?" After I stopped LOL at her, I told her no, Dad had just talked to Grandma earlier and she's just fine for 94 years old. But I'd gotten this little email, telling me this news, and I had NO idea what on earth to do about it. Was I supposed to just send an email saying thanks? Do a little post saying thanks, so you'll all go there and check out their wonderful ezine?
My daughter is wise beyond her years. After she stopped LOL at me, she said, "Just do a post, say thank you, send the women over to CWO, and tell them Grandma is alive and well."
There you go. Still, I'm completely, over-the-moon bowled over. I really thought I'd wake up this morning and realize I'd dreamed it. Or been confused. Nope. They chose me, for real. What a way to start the day, the month. And my dear 94 year old MIL is doing quite well.
Y'all!
Are you kidding? Seriously?
I sat here for a minute, reading, rereading. Then I went into the kitchen, and told my sweet husband, "I just got this email telling me I've been named Blog of the Month for CWO", and proceeded to tell my non-blogging, not-completely blog-understanding husband that I thought it was a big thing. He's so sweet. He congratulated me, hugged me, and listened to me for a minute or ten, about what a big deal I thought it was.
Then I phoned my daughter, Sarah. Most of you call her "In the Midst of It." I just call her Sar. She took awhile to answer the phone. My husband is in coal mining, and for years if the phone rang late at night, it was because there'd been an accident and/or a death. The family rule became - you just don't phone after about 9 p.m. unless someone's dying. My husband is not in Safety anymore and we get less of those calls, thank the Lord! Sar answered very sheepishly, "Hello?" "Hey", I said. "Did Grandma die?", she asked. (This would not be my mother (70's) but my MIL (mid-90's)). "Because you just don't call this late unless someone died, so did Grandma die?" After I stopped LOL at her, I told her no, Dad had just talked to Grandma earlier and she's just fine for 94 years old. But I'd gotten this little email, telling me this news, and I had NO idea what on earth to do about it. Was I supposed to just send an email saying thanks? Do a little post saying thanks, so you'll all go there and check out their wonderful ezine?
My daughter is wise beyond her years. After she stopped LOL at me, she said, "Just do a post, say thank you, send the women over to CWO, and tell them Grandma is alive and well."
There you go. Still, I'm completely, over-the-moon bowled over. I really thought I'd wake up this morning and realize I'd dreamed it. Or been confused. Nope. They chose me, for real. What a way to start the day, the month. And my dear 94 year old MIL is doing quite well.
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