We had the new missionary couple over for dinner on Monday. Tuesday and Wednesday Chad worked pretty late, so I slaved away on my Independent Study class. My brain is pretty fried. We do not remember Thursday so maybe we partied hard that night. 🙂 On Friday we hung out with our buddies, Tony and Rachel. By that I mean, I was using their iron to finish curtains, and everybody was kind of doing their own thing. They have become like family–we just do nothing with each other for the sake of company. We had plans to take a day trip on Saturday–but we spent the day doing a lot of little jobs and errands that have been backing up. WOOHOO!It was nice to talk to family on Sunday. We felt kind of obligated since it was Mother’s day. 😉 It was my brother Jeff’s birthday–he has officially reached the late 20’s and it was fun to tease him. Primary was a little terrifying. My pianist wasn’t there and we were starting to learn a new song. Then the sister who was supposed to hang around to help translate suddenly left the room. I tried not to show the little kids how panicked I was! Elisa is laughing now but she wasn’t on Sunday. I hope I never have to do that again.
Chad has been waiting to get a haircut for a LOOOOONG time. I really like when his hair grows out. It gets all cute and curly. He finally got one this week. I was shocked when he came back with such short hair. I thought we had gone over the haircutting vocabulary enough. Kurz und Lang. I wasn’t even positive I was ordering a haircut. He had quite an interesting time. In the middle of the haircut the lady left a few locks kind of long. I guess she thought that my cowlicks would make it stick up if she didn’t. But I don’t know any of those words in German, so she just grabbed a lock of hair in her fingers and stood it straight up and said, “BING!”
With all of my emotional waterworks I was inspired to ask Chad about crying. Apparently only fiction makes him cry. The only time I think I have seen him cry was at Wicked. His long list of highly emotional moments include, the first act finale in Wicked, Les Mis and Of Mice and Men, oh yeah and Mr. Holland’s Opus (but thats embarrassing). I figured bringing the subject up would make him more secure with his emotions. He now tells me every time he cries invisible air bubbles. He has explained that he is always just SO emotional but his tears don’t work like mine.
Well besides conversations between Chad and I that probably do not make any sense to anyone else, we haven’t been doing too much worth noting. It will be nice to include some of the family in our bizarre conversations when we visit the States in July.