Identity. . .Supremacy. . .Ultimatum

Oh my goodness!

Mark and I took advantage of a "Welcome Wagon" treat last night. We got a free pizza and movie rental from American Pie, a pizzeria/video store here in town. The pizza was good. I ate a big salad - and just one piece of pizza. After dinner, we watched "The Bourne Supremacy" on video.

The movie was. . . .I have no words. . . the movie was so good. Talk about "edge of your seat" from start to finish. It was hard for me to separate Matt Damon's character in this series of movies from his character "Linus" in the Oceans 11, 12, and 13 series.

I eventually forgot the whole casino theft plotline, and was engrossed in the story of Jason Bourne. Wow. Just, wow.

Tonight, as I type, I'm watching "My Big, Fat Greek Wedding" on ABC Family. The last scene I watched was the one where Ian Miller's family meets or better yet, encounters the Portakalos family. Andrea Martin's role as the crazy aunt is probably my favorite part of the movie.

Just as she finishes delivering a soliloquy on the teeth and skeleton that was discovered through a "bubopsy" on her neck, she immediately thrusts food in their faces and says, "Spanakopita!"

Too funny.

We had a crazy, but productive weekend. I had to work on Saturday. . .no surprise. Mom and I went shopping after I got done working. I needed khaki and black pants for our gig at Bristol this weekend (details to follow), and I decided to get "crafty" and start (slowly) trying to learn to make dresses for Caroline. My friend, Joni found a pattern for Caroline, and purchased it in Wisconsin. Hobby Lobby had a huge sale, so she got a good deal.

I found a few more patterns, and bought them. I may be getting in way over my head, but I'm willing to try. I even found the cutest material for the first attempt. It's a sky blue background with small white daisies on it. Really cute.

As we were having the fabric cut, we noticed a "floor sample" made from a green seersucker with cherries fabric. The sales girl said that it was a size 4. That's what the tag said. It even had a hat! It was only $5. It was a deal I couldn't pass up. So, I bought the floor model.

When we got it home, I held it up to Caroline. Trust me. . . it was definitely a size 3. She tried it on. Definitely a 3.

She wore it to church today. Even the hat - for a few minutes. Precious.

Church was good today. The college students are coming back to Johnson Bible College, so there were some "extras" in church this morning. It's exciting to have them back.

After church, we came home--ate leftovers--and settled in to watch the NASCAR race. No such luck. Rained out in Michigan. They've rescheduled for tomorrow, but I won't be able to watch it. I'm allright, really. That's because:

We're going to Bristol on Friday night for the Busch Race! AND. . .we're going to be at the racetrack on Saturday (all day) for the Nextel Race -- and we are manning a concession stand for DSAG!

Can you say ecstatic?
Excited?
Unable to sleep on Thursday night?

Yep, that will be me.

I don't expect to meet any drivers....although that would be a plus. But, we were selected to man this concession stand, and take home 12-14 percent of the profit. They anticipate we could earn up to $4,000 dollars. That's HUGE for a group like us.

So, Mark and I will be working. Our friends Barry & Kathy and Lee & Beth will be volunteering with us. We're going to camp out at Barry's sister's house in Johnson City, and we're going to have a blast!!

On Thursday, Mark's mom and dad are arriving for a visit. They will take care of the kids while we're gone next weekend. We're going to be back for church on Sunday, but I have arranged for someone else to play for me.

Tomorrow I have a really cool opportunity. Caroline has an appointment with the allergy/asthma doctor for an initial diagnosis in the morning. They say it could last up to 4 hours. That doesn't sound that attractive.

And, that's not the cool opportunity I was talking about. After lunch, some other mothers of kids with Down syndrome and I have been asked to give a talk to some nursing students about what it's like to receive the Ds diagnosis at the birth of our kids. They have challenged us to make these nurses cry. We'll see. I figure if nothing else--I'll start to cry. Maybe that will set off a chain reaction. . . ?

Well, the "Big Fat Greek Wedding" is nearly over. They are at the reception -- where the father gives them a house. So, it's about time for me to sign off.

Have a lovely week. I will try to post updates as Bristol draws near. I am very excited. Have I mentioned that I can't wait to get there? It's true. I'm sure you'll hear about it at least one or two more times this week!

Have a good one!!


Edited to add. . . I cannot believe I forgot to mention this. 18 years ago, tonight, on a hot, muggy Saturday evening in Park Forest, Illinois, something amazing happened. Following an evening of some of the most delicious food, and bizarre belly-dancing (not by me) Mark got down on one knee, wearing a Members Only jacket. (It was August, mind you) At that moment, he said six words that have forever altered our lives. . .

"Angie, will you marry me, please?"

It was the "please" that got me. Of course, I said "yes," and the rest is history. Our history. A crazy history. A wonderful history. A shared history.

Thanks for asking, honey. You had me at "Ang!"