Oh dearest Saturday

Yesterday was Friday. Friday was Yesterday. Was yesterday Friday?

Yesterday, Friday, I got up at 4:30! Woohoo! Aren't you proud? By posting my issue in my previous blog, it totally kept me accountable to get up on time. So, yes, I got to pray with the girls to start out the morning AND I was on time for devotionals--7 minutes early, even! Cool beans.

I had Abril and Beteli in the morning. It was a little hard to watch the two of them because Abril was having an off-day (she's be constipated lately and had just started taking suppositories the day before), so she cried the whole time I had Beteli, and Beteli really wanted me to play with her; it all worked out, though. The second half of the day I just had Abril until 1:50; after her mom came in and nursed her, I was able to get her to fall asleep for a solid hour (I even napped next to her for the last half hour)--it was nice.

Uncle Kent, Aunt Lila, Lidia, and I met in the library (Biblioteca) at 2 o'clock to pray cause we were still fasting until 6 o'clock. After prayer Aunt Lila and I took off for the bank and then my dentist appointment for wisdom teeth extractions. The bank was PACKED (and we only had 20 min. before the appointment) so we skedaddled on off to the dentist.

In Mexico, being on-time for things is not a priority in their culture, as it is in America. The dentist walked in from his lunch 25 min. late. Not a big deal for us (we brought our laptops), but it's just funny how that goes.

The extractions went well; I got to be coherent for the whole things. At one point it felt like Dr. Hernandez (oh, who's fluent in English, by the way) was going to crack my jaw in half (and it didn't help that my aunt told me a few horror stories of that actually happening :P); apparently my bottom wisdom tooth was really stuck and really big, too! He had to drill part of it off to get the rest of the tooth out--it's about the size of the top section my pinky in volume--the second tooth was a little smaller. It was weird knowing that he was cutting through my flesh with scissors (seeing the scissors go into my mouth and hearing the snipping of the flesh), but not feeling it. But I sure could taste the blood! Yuck!

When we drove back, we stopped to get bananas at a fruit stand so I could make a smoothie for dinner (bananas and frozen blueberries :d); I also blended up some pinto beans and microwaved them and drank them through a straw. :) I watched "The Littlest Angel" (an old movie staring classic celebs such as Johnny Whitaker (in his youth), Fred Gwynne (Herman from The Munsters), Cab Calloway, and Tony Randall. It was a cute plot, obviously not great on the graphics, but it was made in the late 60s, so... But I didn't finish it cause I was tired (waking up at 4:30, soothing babies, and getting teeth pulled will do that to a gal), so I wen to bed at 8.

Right after I had gone to bed, Cheli came in and turned on the light; I sat up and she asked me if I was okay and I told her about me teeth then back to bed. I woke up later at 10:30, but I had hoped that it was later because I was so uncomfortable, I didn't want to be asleep. I toughed it out and went back to sleep.

Woke up at 7. Got ready. Made some really good guacamole (Chipotle recipe) and fried up some chips (and limed them like Chipotle does)--Tio & Tia loved it! :) Then Tio proposed/asked that I sing in English along with the band at a conference type thing that is taking place next Friday. I agreed and we practiced today.

It's not what I expected though. I thought I would be singing in English at the same time they sing in Spanish--and that was the original plan--but nope. We changed it. Every other verse I pretty much sing a solo. It is a darn good thing God had me take choir for 4 years, and it's an even better darn good thing he blessed me with solos two of those years, otherwise I would not be prepared for this. The key that the songs are in are really high for me, but somehow God is allowing my voice to JUST hit those notes. We sang songs from my childhood, such as: Lord I Lift Your Name on High, Take Me Into the Holy of Holies, and How Great Thou Art. Yep, yep.

So after that (we're practicing again at 6:30 tonight), I came to the house and made a smoothie (Keila and her little sister Juanita followed me in) for myself and the girls. Then I worked on some computer stuff for Tia while I listened to Andrew Wommack on iTunes--a faith-speaker that my dad introduced me to.

I read half of a book out of a series that Kayla wanted me to read (Junie B. Jones)--it's in English and is a 3rd grade reading level or so (only 44 pages long). Anyway, then I took a nap, woke up, we had pizza that Keila's mom made (I've missed American junk food, like pizza & In-n-out!) and now Uncle Kent is making a fruit salad with Lala creme sauce and Agave syrup (which replaces sugar as a sweetener and is REALLY good--I highly recommend it since it is WAY better for you than refined sugar; it's called Agave sweetener, comes in a bottle, and you can buy it at Costco).

Now I'm off to that worship practice! Hasta pasta!

P.s. My mouth isn't swollen or hurting much at all! Yea for listening to mom when she tells you to ice it and yea for Tylenol!