Lately it seems like I can't form coherent and meaningful thoughts. And it's with everyone. I was trying to tell Erik that my exercise videos were not sharing into the Media Center and I couldn't come up with the word for videos. I was like, "you know, the things." over and over. I'm surprised he stayed around to figure out what I was talking about.
All of this has lead to me having a bit of a blogging back-up. And I'm thinking a blogging laxative is what I need. (Funny, huh? I just came up with that myself!)
My friend Kim told me last week not to sweat the whole no-dairy thing and just give Mati Oreos for desserts. That's what one of her friends does, and it works pretty well. So, on Friday at a birthday party I gave Mati some Oreos. She was pretty happy. Now, here's the problem. I'm kind of addicted to Oreos, especially the Double Stuft and Cakesters variety. But oh well! We are eating Oreos in the Wilhelmsen house this week!
Why so many Oreos? Because Erik left for Africa. He's going to be gone for 12 days helping a mission's school get set up with a local network, trying to get internet access to the school, and training some of the missionaries on general networking and troubleshooting tasks. And having listed all of that, I have no idea how he is going to get it all done in only 12 days. But I will pray for him and I know that God will accomplish more through him this week than I can even imagine.
Can you hear the pride in my voice? I'm overwhelmed at Erik's courage to go somewhere so foreign and give so much of himself for the Body of Christ. I'm excited to hear the stories; and I pray he will find something edible and palatable.
So, back to the Oreos. Reagan last night was lamenting about Erik leaving and I was trying to cheer her up by telling her all the fun things we'll get to do. And she still wasn't all the cheered. So I mentioned that we could eat Oreos every night until he comes home. And you know what? She was immediately happy! That is my girl! We can always find the bright side when food is involved. Food is nourishment for the soul. Isn't that a Proverb?
In the meantime, as the girls & I are shoveling Oreos, I'm wondering in the back of my head how it is that Oreo, with a creme filling, doesn't have milk. Troubling, to say the least. But oh well! I don't know how they can make a delicious cookie without dairy, but they have. And I love those cookies. And yes I realize that this is contradiction from my last post, but hey, we've all got to cope in some way.
I heart the Oreo! Bon voyage, Erik. I miss you already.