What a month! Can I turn this campy blog of mine into a scrapbooky-like Sweeney update? Please? I'll make you a promise. I will make sure not to add a personal radio station that will blare my favorite 90s band out of your speakers (which you didn't even know were on). If I promise not to get weird scrolling features or die-cut decor ....
That's the last of the promises. Here is the post of the Austin Sweeneys update.
#1 First off, and perhaps most relevant to why I haven't had a minute to post a blog as of late, I got a new calling in my ward to be the 2nd counselor in the Relief Society. Yep, the fightin' Shoal Creek Ward of the Austin Stake has asked me to plan their enrichment activities and the like. No more painting wooden blocks to look like Christmas packages with phrases like *"Today is a gift. That's why it's called the present." Well, I suppose they weren't really doing that before I was called but still...I suppose I will keep us strong in not ever doing that. That said, I am actually super enthused about it all even though has been like accepting that a spiritual firehose of responsibilities gets sprayed at your face. Once I get the hang of it, who knows? Maybe I can anticipate becoming much like one of these stalward R.S. souls?
#2 I saw my mom get hooded as a "Master of Education" as the girl who likes Cheese on Rye described it. It was a pretty thrilling moment. She's a smart gal and I hope I grow up to be as smart and stunning as her.
#3 I also got to meet that delightful Thomas that made his debut just this last winter. It was pretty happy getting to know him a bit and catching up with his really awesome big sister - who does a great Pomp and Circumstance dance. That Ash is so nice. Besides just being great to talk to, she was always willing to share her Fig Newtons with me when I got hungry. I hope I grow up to be as nice as her.
#4 My dear friend Laura married her Phillip and I got to rendezvous with a few of the best folk from my P-Town days.
#5 Matt finished his finals and when he did that, officially survived his first year of law school. It's too bad he only survived with a mustache. He is already looking like a pretty sleazy lawyer.
#6 Over the best pâté and a knee buckling good chocolate hazelnut torte with apricot preserve at Chez Nous, Matt and I celebrated our 2nd year of marriage. And we both agreed it was the best year we had ever eaten...I mean lived (that one goes out to Swirly Patterns and the rest of you Brooks folk out there).
*Who said that anyway? Was it Joan Rivers or Eleanore Roosevelt? Whenever I don't know to whom I should attribute a nice sounding phrase like that, I default to Mother Teresa or Nelson Mandella. You can't really question either of those people can you...
7 comments:
You are amazing. Thank you for not having die-cut decor. Have you finished "The Lost Painting?" I need to read that. Glad you're doing well! Oh and I think you'll be an awesome 2nd counselor. Ciao!
I enjoyed this post. And thank you for letting me listen to my own 90's music.
That Matt is looking a little too Texas. If such a thing is possible.
Cate! I miss you! Exciting about the new calling. That was the last calling in my ward, so if you want to chat feel free to give me a call. Don't be a stranger! (Josie is walking now...can you believe how fast time goes by?)
sweet stache. by the way, how do you like The Lost Painting? i read that on the way to Mexico a few years ago. let's compare notes in a sort of long distance, time-lapsed sort of way.
Thanks for the invite to your blog. It is good to get an update on you.
Congratulations to you, to your mom, and to Matt! These are all good things, except the sleazy mustache.
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