My wonderful husband, Greg, works hard. He is passionate about coding…I don’t get it, but whatever makes him happy. He is always working on some super cool thing for work, or just for fun…part of the learning process to him. Anyways, occasionally he has to work on weekends or after hours or they call him at home. His employer prefers not to pay overtime (totally understandable), so he typically ends up taking time off to make up for it. So, this past week, he took off at noon on Thursday and was also off on Friday. We conveniently had an appointment with a lawyer about an hour away on Friday, which is also close to where our church’s main campus is…so we paid them a visit. They were holding a conference for rural pastors, and happened to be eating lunch when we arrived…talk about perfect timing. Let me tell you, our church is stinking AWESOME. I knew, or knew of most of the staff, and got to visit with quite a few that I hadn’t seen in quite some time. They are the sweetest, kindest, most attentive group of people you’ll ever meet. They always make us feel so special & loved. Now, those of you who read my blog or follow me on Twitter know about Grayson’s views of our pastor, Shannon. For this reason, I was slightly anxious when we arrived…praying that Grayson wouldn’t embarrass us or anyone else for that matter. I must admit, Grayson did good – was sweet, shook hands, was overall adorable, and recognized Shannon as “Shannon”…until we were eating and he heard his voice without seeing him. He then shouted “God” a couple different times, but we were far enough away from everyone for them to notice. =) It then came time to leave and we were given directions for a short-cut/back way home. These directions consisted of travel through a tiny podunk area which I had never been. We were having a nice time enjoying the different scenery, and discussing various random subjects when we hit dirt road. There was no talk of a dirt road when we were receiving directions, and when I attempted to use the Google Maps application on my phone, it said we were on “Unknown Road”…since we had to be back in time to pick up kids from school, we decided not to risk it and turned around.
So, our “short-cut” ended up costing us an extra 30 minutes or so, but we enjoyed each other’s company. We were comparing “What’s the meanest thing you’ve ever done?” stories, and I nearly peed my pants upon hearing Greg’s. Mine was – while in High School, I had been at a friends house until pretty late one night, and on my way home I saw someone stranded on the side of the road. I had recently ended a relationship with a guy and I was a little afraid of him…not sure why except that he was pretty big. As I got closer, I realized it was him on the side of the road waving for help. I must regretfully say, I didn’t stop…when I say didn’t stop, I mean sped up-zoomed by-got home as fast as I could without getting a ticket. He didn’t recognize me, because I was driving a borrowed car, but I still feel bad about it to this day and it’s been what? 13 years? Okay, on to Greg’s former heinousness. Greg used to work for Rent-Way, and had to perform collections…back before he was a Christian. (I say this, because the Greg I know would never do anything like this…which is one reason it is so humorous.) Anyways, he had travelled to collect on an outstanding balance about an hour away on the day before Thanksgiving. When he got there, the people didn’t have the cash, so he had to reposses their oven. This is where it goes from bad to worse…they not only had to turn over their oven-the day before Thankgiving, but had to remove their Thanksgiving turkey from the oven for him to repo it. I could only imagine the choice words they had for this young man doing his crappy job, but he told this story in such a way that was utterly hilarious. Needless to say, I enjoyed spending a long weekend with my sweet hubby & look forward to a lifetime of laughs with this man. =)