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Anything But The Blog!

On Friday I went with our local missionaries to teach a lady (we'll call her LeeBee) about the Gospel. While we were there we discussed helping LeeBee to quit smoking. One of the missionaries came up with the idea that if she gave up smoking for 10 days then we would all give up something in our own lives.

It was a great idea and I got a good laugh at watching them come up with harder and harder things to abstain from (one missionary had to give up her watch... it was a very hard moment for her).

I smiled, feeling like a grateful observer, until one of the missionaries perked up, "I think Cannwin should give something up too."

The other missionary agreed and a list of possibles ensued.

"I'll give up cooking." I said gravely. They didn't fall for it.

"I'll give up diaper changing!" ... nope...

"I've got it," The younger missionary pipes in, "your blog."

My face must have paled because everyone laughed.


"Oh, come on--play along."

"Not the blog." I said, frantic. "I'll give up anything but the blog."

Silence ensued.

"Alright," the older missionary acquiesced, "all internet but the blog."

I readily agreed glad to have dodged that bullet... until she continued... "Which means you can't read anyone else's blogs, and you can't check your email, or facebook, or ANYTHING."

"You sure cooking won't work?" I asked plaintively.

They all laughed again.

So starting yesterday and in an effort to help someone quit smoking, I cannot use the internet for anything other than this blog for ten whole days. Ralexwin is ecstatic (of course). I am wondering if God reads my blog, because this sure seems to fit into my current mode of self-improvement.

This also means that I can't return comments that you guys post, not until the end of next week.

I guess I have a bunch of books to catch up on and I suppose I could call people instead of emailing them. (You'd be surprised at how much information you keep only on your email--like the book club's book list that I was supposed to print out... it's not on my laptop, it's on my email--ugh).

Okay, okay... cheer me on.

As for today:
Clean mudroom area
Make cookies for the munchkins
Meet Vicbowin's friends mom so they can have a playdate.
Purge my clothing drawer
Start cleaning out my closet


TEN WHOLE DAYS?!?! Those missionaries are brutal!! Wow. they know how to hit where it hurts. Good luck! I'm sure it will be a good maybe out to convince myself to do the same thing...all in the name of helping LeeBee to quit smoking and all. ;)
Lisa said…
That would be so hard. I love the internet and it loves me. It said so.

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