Freezing Water

Last Sunday I was late for church. Well, not really. I was on time, but Mom had to pick up Loryn (she doesn't live conveniently at our house anymore) and so I was dropped off. I don't like to walk in alone, and for some reason my feet tiptoed me into the library. It's a small one. Kind of closet sized. I found a really floppy paper-back book with a really catchy title that usually I would smirk at and put down and try not to think about how it DOES apply to me- it was called Lord Change My Attitude. So I was just curious, and wanted to see what it was like so I read the middle page, and the last page, and the introduction and finally decided my mom was back, and she was, and so I took the book home with me, and boy does it apply. It's about COMPLAINING. Hi, I'm Rosie and I'm a complainer. Most days. Maybe I don't complain out loud. Maybe I say "Let's make the best of it!" and smile but I'm an inside complainer. I think thoughts and say them in my head, and no one can hear me or think poorly of me. And God hates that. The book described how Moses was in the desert with God's people and most of them complained about everything and were never satisfied and God got pretty annoyed. I would too, if I were God. The story goes way more into detail than my partial synopsis, but you can read it too- Numbers 11. So I'll keep you updated on the cool things I discover while reading. It's pretty interesting, mind-changing, makes-you-want-to-try-to-be-different stuff.
                 This is a complete subject change, and I'm fully aware of it, so oh well. Tonight I went swimming [indoor] at the Hilton because my sister was able to fly in for the weekend and that was where she was staying. It was the luxurious type of fancy, big windows and bed head boards that don't fall off when you jump on the bed. (this has happened to me. Trip to Florida, and we weren't interested in paying a humungo price for a hotel, and it was late at night. Days Inn or something like that.) Also, we were fed a nice steak dinner, because my sister's husband's in Kuwait for a year and a half, and that's the whole reason she flew down: the hotel was having a "Army spouse/loved one" convention thing. Of course, my WHOLE family came and that's a lot of people so the nice fancy dinner was quickly Ninesling-fied. I think I won't go into the full details, but there were three toddlers, one high chair, and two rambunctious kids. Anyways, it was nice seeing my sister and everyone and getting to swim in the frigid polar-bear pool. I forgot to shave part of my leg and Loryn was quick to shout out in front of the barbie-doll rich wives whom were trying trying to enjoy the highly chlorinated pool water, "Rosie, that one spot on your leg is SO not shaved! Ew!" Heads turned and I dunked Loryn, twice.
While swimming I met a 12 year old girl who's Mom is a soldier and is in Kuwait. She seemed a little bothered by this, and there was something not quite right about her. She didn't know what state she lived in, and was easily confused. Please pray for her. Her name is Libby Barker.
When we dried off and went, freezing, back to my sister's room my sisters and I took horrible pictures. It's obvious who the weird sister(s) are. ;)

So that's all I wanted to type. Bon Nuit.