Life Groups - Guys' Skills Night

Back in March (or was it February?) I hosted a Life Skills Night for the high school boys at our youth group. I thought about the skills that would be good for a guy to know and settled on clothing care. If they're paying good money for clothes (and let's face it; any money is good money) then taking care of said clothing is vital.

Do NOT put that clean shirt on the floor. Do NOT put that wrinkled shirt on!  Do NOT throw a shirt away because it's missing a button!

I decided to have an ironing contest, and then they would all learn how to thread a needle and sew a button. I'm not a seamstress by any means, but that is one skill that has been invaluable.

High school boys are so Hammy.

Ironing demonstration

Duncan is the first contestant

I found sewing kits for each of them at the dollar store, plus baskets for clothing care with lint rollers, etc

Isaac seemed to be the most familiar with ironing and sewing!

One of my favorite Jareds (the other is a relative) promptly buttoned his button onto his shirt

Andrew actually won the contest in the fastest time!

Caleb . . . let's just say his shirt had to be re-ironed. I think he put more wrinkles in than he took out.

One of my Favorite Jareds folding his sample cloth into a tie. So clever!

The boys were polite and courteous the entire time and really gave their best efforts. Great night!

Sunday Morning Outlook

My throat is raw and I have to teach Sunday School. Looks like I'll teach with a cough drop between cheek and gum.

Last night at dinner, I realized that every single person in my immediate family has something special happening in the SAME MONTH:

A 50th Birthday (not mine)

Two graduations; college and high school

A move to Texas

Oh, and I do, too! There's a ticker that's been on this blog for years and years that has been counting down the days, slowly and steadily.

=D

Saturday Jammies

Himself is outside with a chainsaw. I told him he was not allowed to get hurt. Still, I feel like I should get dressed and be prepared for anything. Just. In. Case.

Saturdays. They're not for cartoons and pajamas anymore.

Hi

Throwback Thursday. I think this is before she became Our Brown-Eyed Girl, and Glenna in braces. Blurry, but cute.

How are things going?

I can't complain.

Seriously - I can't complain. If I complained then everyone around me would freak out, and that doesn't benefit anyone. So, in the words of Louis L'Amour,  "Jus' keep shet about your likes and dislikes, boy."

Did you know a one bedroom or studio apartment in San Diego is $1200 per month? Who on earth can afford to live there?

Himself asked if I would walk away from this house if we could, without owing anything. I said yes. And then the roof leaked again and I laughed like Tom Hanks in the movie Money Pit when the tub crashes through to the ground floor. I knew we were stuck for good.

Here are some dates and numbers:

April 4th - the date of the last time I cooked a meal.

4:20 a.m. - the time I have to get up tomorrow for my Space shift at 6:45 to 15:15.

Wednesday, 6:45 pm - the last time I saw my Kelly. She looked great!

Last thing I ate - half a cupcake. With icing. And sprinkles.

3 - number of laundry loads I'm trying to finish tonight before bed.

6 - the number of cats outside that I forgot to buy food for today.