We had a great weekend. Friday was our night to go downtown and see the capital Christmas tree. Emily went to Kiki's to spend the night so she wasn't with us but we brought our neighbor, Matt, to make up for it. We got down there and, because they are doing construction on the capital, they had decorated a tree that stands on the property and we really could've gone any day of the year and just imagined lights on it. It was also sleeting so we got out, looked at it, the boys ran round for a very few minutes and we made our way back to the car. It was freezing out so we went to Starbucks for some hot drinks then to Toys R Us.
Our church Christmas program was last weekend so most of my day Saturday was spent there. I had so much fun being a part of it. We sang some great songs. My absolute favorite was the Christmas Worship Medley. It's long but if you have the time take a listen. It's fabulous. Glory to God was pretty fun too. The band played Christmas Eve Sarajevo by Trans Siberian Orchestra and it was amazing. They did such an awesome job. The whole thing turned out so well. God definitely had his hand in it.
This morning I had a doctor appointment. They were checking my cholesterol again. I knew they were doing a finger prick and I have been so nervous about it. The last time I had my finger pricked was in 6th grade. My best friends mom worked at the Red Cross and she was coming to school to tell us what our blood types were as part of a science unit we were doing. I was feeling good. Cami and I were going to go first but I chickened out. I sat there and watched my whole class get their fingers stuck and all to soon I was the only one left to do it. She stuck me and I went back to my chair. Someone siting next to me said "you are so white". My teacher came up to me and confirmed my ghost like appearance then Cami's mom said I should go lie down in the hall. How embarrassing! And so began my involuntary reaction to all things needle. Fast forward to today and all the way there I was wishing they would take blood out of my arm, because for some reason I don't have a problem with that. Go figure. So I get there, she calls me back and I tell her I would rather have it taken from my arm and she just laughs. She alcohols my finger and I am squeezing my eyes shut and telling myself not to pull my finger away when she pokes me and then...nothing. No pain. No bee sting, no sliver, nada. Thank you Lord. I felt rather silly for being so nervous but when you have my history you can never be too careful. And the best news is my cholesterol is normal again.
Now if only the snow would stop.