I'm wondering what's up today.  I received congratulatory emails telling me how awesome it was that I would be playing Mary Magdalene in the Easter program.  Apparently it was announced at choir practice -- and I'm not in choir (and the world says, 'Thank God!' for that. I don't "suck" but I'm not good at following choir-ish directions. I *hate* having to do harmony & my brain doesn't wrap around the idea of it).  I remember being asked if I would consider a speaking part, to which I said "yes."  But I never tried out for anything, never was told "how big" a part or anything... and while I received congratulatory emails, the Guy in Charge hasn't told me, "Oh, by the way, you'll be playing Mary Magdalene."  It's not like I don't act or anything and am afraid of it  - in fact, I have a paid acting job coming up that I have to go to a character workshop for next week.  It's just that until I have the "official" word, I don't know whether to be excited or not.

Another surprise that will be better when it is a completely formed surprise.  My daughter and her husband have decided that they want to start a family.  She had said for ages, "I'm never having children."  I think, mostly because she is afraid of her heart condition that makes her faint - her cardiologist said that if ever she got pregnant, she would need to see him throughout the pregnancy and that he would be there at the delivery.  So, she always said, "Never. Never. Never."  They had a false alarm this past month -- and have decided that they like the idea of being young parents.  She's reading all sorts of stuff on pregnancy nutrition and preparing your body for nine months of baby-on-board.  He's reading a book on "The Expectant Father."   What can I say?  If there was a book on expectant grandmas, I'd probably be reading it, too?  As it was, I bought her the latest issue of "Fit Pregnancy" and got my step-daughter's promise to mail her The Crunch's Yoga Mama (which I bought her and she no longer needs). 

I've got to share this.  There is a whole line of products with the above slogan on them.  AND they have "Too Young to be a Grandmother" THONG UNDERWEAR.  ROFL!!!!  Why would you feel the need to have that on your panties? 

I will spoil any grandchild rotten. We got an old jogging stroller that Wendy was supposed to pick up and never did. I'll be running the little darling along in that. I'll be singing that little baby to sleep. Buying my daughter cute maternity clothes. Yeah, this is going to be awesome. AND the other girls, WELL, they can't wait to be Aunties and close enough to do the job right. (My stepdaughter's kids are too far away for any of us to have hands-on with them).

It's time to be off to take Erin to AWANA quizzing practice. She's going to be in a big quiz tournament at the end of the month. Later I plan on some cardio and maybe 30 minutes of yoga.