Thursday, October 30, 2008
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
Also, as told to me by a very good friend who never wants me to say her name for fear she will fall down another flight of stairs: "Um. I hate to tell you this, but, they come in pairs."
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
Sunday, October 26, 2008
There are a constant attack of projects to get done for a stay-at-home mother of 5. Laundry always. Kitchen for the millionth time. The floors which somehow are never clean. The list goes on and on ad nauseum.
However, I do recognize that there needs to be a balance. Until I find it, I beg God's mercy. Tonight, for example, we were supposed to have the time to pray the Rosary together. I locked my keys in the car at the dance studio and the kids are getting ready for bed. *sigh* King and I will be praying together on the way to unlock my car I guess.
Thursday, October 23, 2008
Any of you ever done anything like this? The closest thing I've done as far as playing with "good bacteria in the kitchen" is making homemade yogurt.
Anybody want to try it with me? C'mon, It'll be fun. I'll even get King to grill out some kielbasa.
With dance being a twice-a-week event, and fiddle being right after school on Thursdays - on the OTHER side of town, I am stretched just about as far as I want to be stretched.
Ok, I know I sound like a babyhead. Whine over.
I just simply don't have what it takes to correct her. I know that is probably child abuse, or neglect at best, setting her up for embarrassment later down the road... I don't care. It is just plain adorable. Who knows, she may even know it is really called chap stick.
When she was a wee thing (3 - 4ish) she called a knife a "life". Finally I told her once that although the correct word for said object was "knife", I preferred her to keep calling it a "life" at least while she was at home.
I know. Go ahead. Call DFCS.
Monday, October 20, 2008
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
OK, girls (insert stern look here) don't make me get out the bullwhip! We simply cannot rename our group to "Driving Ourselves to Failure Whilst on the Way to the Ice Cream Store".
Monday, October 13, 2008
Saturday, October 11, 2008
I was intrigued to read this about urban legends. I remember believing some of those early emails, especially the one about the underground black market of internal organs. Nowadays, I'll decide by the subject title. If something sounds too good or too wacky to be true, I just delete it. Wouldn't it be nice if everyone followed those same rules? There'd be a lot less spam, I'll tell ya.
Recently, I received an email entitled "Are these the end times?" The email portrayed Obama as the anti-Christ and tried to "prove" that we are in the end times. Look, whether he IS or ISN'T the anti-Christ, if it is the end times people, then so be it. There "ain't" a damn thing we can do if we are in the end times. Get right with God and there's nothing to worry about.
I have a friend who had a yard sale today and was planning on selling the entire contents of her home so that she and her husband could move to NC where she will be closer to the mountains. She is putting all her trust in her belief that we are getting ready to see the end of the world. Scripture has told her to escape to a cave. As nutty as it sounds, I gotta love her for who she is. She's convicted. She's one of my dearest friends and always will be. I'm not going to sit in judgement of her decisions. I am just going to pray that she will somehow be comforted by Christ's peace, no matter where she is living. What else is there to do?
I have another acquaintance who tends to go overboard on this type of urban legend/rumor stuff. A real "the sky is falling" type of personality. Paralyzed with fear. Perhaps I've said this before on my blog, perhaps not, but it bears repeating. In the Catholic Mass, during the consecration of the Eucharist, the priest prays the words: ".....and protect us from all anxiety as we wait in joyful hope for the coming of our Savior, Jesus Christ." Can it be any more clear than that? If we pray this in earnest every Sunday (and every time in between that we attend Mass), are we doubting that God will deliver on that request? No, He will protect us from anxiety for as long as we allow it.
Friday, October 10, 2008
Thursday, October 9, 2008
At lunch today, for example, it came to pass that I had baby food carrots all over me, the floor, the oven door and cooktop, the lower cabinets, and oddly enough, the upper cabinets - so far up that I couldn't even reach to clean them without the aid of a stepstool. All due to just the right "land" when a container of Gerber pureed carrots went *splat* onto the floor. Wanna know the most ironic thing of all? The container was still more than halfway filled - no lie!
After crying out to God aloud and getting everything wiped up, as I was eating my now cold soup (I know, poor me, right?) I kept thinking about a time not too far off in the future when I will be free from all stresses of these four walls.
Tuesday, October 7, 2008
Number 2's game (football - God's favorite sport) started at 7:45. We were able to get there right after the first couple of plays. The score was already 6 to 6! He plays on both offense and defense. The game was 20 - 20 at the end of the game, so they went into overtime. His team scored a field goal, but the other team was the first to score a goal. Even though they lost, it was a pleasure to watch those boys play. Might be a chance he broke his finger though. eek.
Monday, October 6, 2008
Sunday, October 5, 2008
So, when I got home I told King that he might want to check me for ticks (an inside joke which probably needs no explanation). Number 3, without missing a beat, says, "Yeah, and I can check you for tocks."
We got home and I had to absolutely sit on my hands until we went for a ride.
Number 1 babysat for us while King and I went for a ride. Going up those hills was killer, but fairly easy with the gears. (I've never understood the concept of bike gears until today.) I got a fantastic workout and now I wish I could be biking right this very moment.
Lemmie just say, coming back down the big hill is WAY more fun than the way up! Whooo hooooo!