We went out for a walk the other night. Emily was teething again and we needed to try and keep her up a bit longer without losing sanity. The fog had rolled in and the streetlight cast this warm glow all over town. It was quite picturesque really. When we first opened the door of our townhouse and pushed out the stroller, there, waiting for us was a kitty. He was definitely pretty young. Black, with a white belly and white gotee.Or whatever a cat chin beard is called. haha. We started walking and the kitty followed us.  We thought it was pretty cute, but we were pretty sure he’d stop when we got to the edge of the the townhouse driveway. Nope. We had a little friend for our entire walk. After about a block we decided our kitty needed a name. We decided on Theodore Mosby. Named after the great Ted from How I Met Your Mother. And then in short order started just calling him Mosby. Now, Mosby wasnt your tipical cat. He walked right beside us, ran ahead a little to see what he could see and ran back. He would run up to a tree and crouch way down as if to jump up into it and the turn and keep walking with us as if to say ” I could climb that tree, but I won’t. I’d rather walk with you guys”. When we walked passed BJ’s Donuts Mosby jumped all the little chains in the walk way. Kindof like a little trained poodle. 

Several times on our walk different people would walk by us and Mosby would stop to say hello. “Come on Mosby” I’d say. “How cute. Is that you cat?”. I’d just smile and laugh and say “Come on Mosby”.  Because afterall…He’s not our cat. Mosby followed us all the way across town, which is not actually that far all things considered, but he still walked a long ways. As we walked up our driveway and walked passed the first block Mosby stoped and sat there watching us walk on as if to say “That was fun guys, we should do lunch next week. Your place”.

Thus ends my crazy story about a cat. As for the rest of my week, its been rather busy. I had another meeting with my Schooling Lady. I had to fill out the last forms before they got sent away. This is my favorite part.

Lady “I need to get you to sign these forms”
Me “Sure”
Lady “This one is so I can share your information and your sin”
Me “Uh…what??”
Me after a minute of looking really stooopid as I figure out she means Social Security Number. ”Oh. ok. Sure”

Well sorry if I hadnt ever had anyone ask if they could tell other people my sin. I think they’re going to need a really big list, thats for sure. haha. I think sometimes we should sign wavers like that. Maybe I’d be more aware of what I say and do if I knew someone was keeping a big list to tell other people. I mean, I know God knows all of it, but for some reason I think it would be harder for me if everyone else did. It should be the other way around. We’ve been reading alot lately in Mark about how Jesus Called Sin “Sin”. He didnt excuse it or Sugar coat it. But He also didnt just let it go he delt with it.  I want my eyes to see just a bit more clearly. I miss so many things just because I’ve sugar coated them. grrr.

Then last night we went to Williams Lake with all the youth. We had a worship night at EFC that was awesome. I even got to paint. Then afterwards we went to the pool. It was called a Dive-In Theatre. Evan Almighty played on the big screen. We watched for a few minutes, but its hard to watch in the pool so we just swam. Coco and Shelby and I had super awsome fun jumping of the diving board and playing with Jakes underwater camera. Ill get those pics soon. They are funny. I either look like I’m 400 pounds or just like Im drowning. It was a fun night.