Okay, on the treadmill, but I don't know a song with "treadmill" in the title. Besides that, I always make believe that I'm running in the country instead of at the gym. Especially since I go running when all the old people are there, and really, who wants to pay attention to that?
Sorry, I got a bit sidetracked there. I ran 3 1/2 miles this morning through the lovely hills around Austin. The bluebonnets are lovely this time of year, and the treadmill didn't throw me into the wall. Great imagination and a good pace...yay me!
Wednesday, April 30, 2008
Tuesday, April 29, 2008
Public Service Announcement
Mother's Day is almost upon us, and most men I know are clueless as to what they should get their wives. I decided to help out by giving a few suggestions of things I love (or would love to have. Hint, hint)
1. A King Ranch purse. They are a little pricey, but last forever. I know women who got their purse in Jr. High and are still using it, and it looks great! My favorite for moms is the Nettie Classic tote. It fits comfortably on the shoulder and is roomy enough to carry all the stuff moms have to lug around without looking like a diaper bag.
2.A Pandora charm bracelet. Definitely NOT the kind from the 50's. This bracelet is mature and clever and fun all at the same time.
3.Give her the gift of free time AND a clean house. A gift certificate for a maid service is a one-size fits all sure-fire winner when combined with dinner out while the maids are working!
4. Good smelling stuff from Bath and Body Works is always a hit. (I like Sensual Amber.)
5. A portrait of the children for which that their mom does not have to make the appointment, get them dressed, or take them to the sitting. Sears portrait studios is a no-brainer. You can make the appointment on-line and you can get the photos the same day for an additional fee. Helpful hint for guys: t-shirts and shorts on the kids are NOT okay unless they all coordinate. If you have a teenage or pre-teen daughter, please let her pick the clothes. If not, call grandma for advice. Let's be honest here, you have trouble dressing yourself. Oh, and check to see what size frames the kids' pictures are already in so that you know what size to buy.
6. New sheets and pillows for the bed. Presentation is key here, you have to wash the sheets, and then make the bed before she sees them. The room also has to be SPOTLESS for this to work, and you need at lest one fresh flower on her bedside table. This is one of those things where the "wrapping" is 9/10 of the present. Trust me, she will be happy to not be sleeping on wedding present sheets and flat pillows any longer.
7. Pretty earrings from James Avery. I like them because they come with the world's greatest earring warranty ever. If you lose one, you send the other back and pay half price for a new pair. I have way too many singles in my jewelry box, and would love to be able to wear them again.
8. Breakfast, Lunch, or Dinner prepared by the children (with Dad's help, of course). The key to this is to give the kitchen back to Mom in a cleaner state than she left it.
9. A gift card to her favorite restaurant so she can go out with her friends. That way she gets to be a person again instead of just a person with children.
10. If you have a little bit of time and a lot of photographs already on your computer, you could make a photobook for mom at mypublisher.com. We've bought several of these over the last 2 years and they are always very high quality and very lovely. They run about $25, but if you use the code mom241 you can get an extra copy for free! Give one to your mom (because grandmas love pictures of the kids) and you have spent a whopping $12.50 on each of them. They're delighted. You're the hero. Send me a thank you note.
11. A good book and quiet time in which to read it. Like a sunny afternoon at the park while you play with the children while she lays on a blanket under a tree and sinks into a good story. I've been wanting to read Christ the Lord: Out of Egypt by Anne Rice and the sequel The Road to Cana. For light reading, The Nanny Diaries is excellent, also Confessions of a Slacker Mom
and Confessions of a Slacker Wife should have her laughing our loud.
So, that's my list for this year. I hope you found it helpful (especially if you happen to be my husband). It has a little something for everyone from $6 up to $210. Something for every price range. Just remember that to women, presentation and the thought behind a gift are everything. Good luck, and happy shopping!
1. A King Ranch purse. They are a little pricey, but last forever. I know women who got their purse in Jr. High and are still using it, and it looks great! My favorite for moms is the Nettie Classic tote. It fits comfortably on the shoulder and is roomy enough to carry all the stuff moms have to lug around without looking like a diaper bag.
2.A Pandora charm bracelet. Definitely NOT the kind from the 50's. This bracelet is mature and clever and fun all at the same time.
3.Give her the gift of free time AND a clean house. A gift certificate for a maid service is a one-size fits all sure-fire winner when combined with dinner out while the maids are working!
4. Good smelling stuff from Bath and Body Works is always a hit. (I like Sensual Amber.)
5. A portrait of the children for which that their mom does not have to make the appointment, get them dressed, or take them to the sitting. Sears portrait studios is a no-brainer. You can make the appointment on-line and you can get the photos the same day for an additional fee. Helpful hint for guys: t-shirts and shorts on the kids are NOT okay unless they all coordinate. If you have a teenage or pre-teen daughter, please let her pick the clothes. If not, call grandma for advice. Let's be honest here, you have trouble dressing yourself. Oh, and check to see what size frames the kids' pictures are already in so that you know what size to buy.
6. New sheets and pillows for the bed. Presentation is key here, you have to wash the sheets, and then make the bed before she sees them. The room also has to be SPOTLESS for this to work, and you need at lest one fresh flower on her bedside table. This is one of those things where the "wrapping" is 9/10 of the present. Trust me, she will be happy to not be sleeping on wedding present sheets and flat pillows any longer.
7. Pretty earrings from James Avery. I like them because they come with the world's greatest earring warranty ever. If you lose one, you send the other back and pay half price for a new pair. I have way too many singles in my jewelry box, and would love to be able to wear them again.
8. Breakfast, Lunch, or Dinner prepared by the children (with Dad's help, of course). The key to this is to give the kitchen back to Mom in a cleaner state than she left it.
9. A gift card to her favorite restaurant so she can go out with her friends. That way she gets to be a person again instead of just a person with children.
10. If you have a little bit of time and a lot of photographs already on your computer, you could make a photobook for mom at mypublisher.com. We've bought several of these over the last 2 years and they are always very high quality and very lovely. They run about $25, but if you use the code mom241 you can get an extra copy for free! Give one to your mom (because grandmas love pictures of the kids) and you have spent a whopping $12.50 on each of them. They're delighted. You're the hero. Send me a thank you note.
11. A good book and quiet time in which to read it. Like a sunny afternoon at the park while you play with the children while she lays on a blanket under a tree and sinks into a good story. I've been wanting to read Christ the Lord: Out of Egypt by Anne Rice and the sequel The Road to Cana. For light reading, The Nanny Diaries is excellent, also Confessions of a Slacker Mom
and Confessions of a Slacker Wife should have her laughing our loud.
So, that's my list for this year. I hope you found it helpful (especially if you happen to be my husband). It has a little something for everyone from $6 up to $210. Something for every price range. Just remember that to women, presentation and the thought behind a gift are everything. Good luck, and happy shopping!
Monday, April 28, 2008
Who do you know?
Jennifer over at Playgroups Are No Place For Children had a post today asking about brushes with the great or near great. I've had a couple, so I thought I'd share.
I worked at a hotel near Pebble Beach when I was in college, so I “know” a lot of famous people.
1. I told Bill Murray to stop being an ass when he was riding on the hood of people’s cars.
2. I had to take Helen Hunt’s undies to the laundry. She only wears boxers. Weird.
3. Cameron from Ferris Bueller’s Day Off bought me an ice cream sundae when I managed to find his lost luggage after 2 hours on the phone with the airlines. He also gave me a nice tip. And he has the sexiest phone voice ever. No foolin’.
4. I had to run out at midnight to buy a hairbrush for Ally Sheedy. It was made from natural bristles and cost $75!
5. The director from Twister made us rehang all the pictures in his room 3 inches lower, and sent me out for fresh flowers. They had to have tuberoses. I still don’t know what those are.
6. I met all the figure skaters from Stars on Ice. Brian Boitano is really nice, Nancy Kerrigan is a b*$@h
7. Clint Eastwood told me “cute smile.”
8. I made dinner reservations for Tom Hanks. He tipped the front desk staff $400 when he left.
9. Bob Hope stood in line like everyone else, and introduced himself as Robert Hope. He seemed genuinely flattered that I knew who he was.
10. Tom Petty invited my coworker and myself up to his hotel room along with the band to "smoke one". We didn't go.
11. I met the Jonas Brothers on a recent trip to Tulsa. They took pictures with my daughter and her friend, were lovely boys, and gave the girls backstage passes because their bodyguard thought the baby was cute.
12. I made lunch for Rosalind Moss (Catholic author and TV personality). She has weird dietary requirements. She liked it so much that she hugged me and asked for the recipe.
13. I met Jesse Jackson when he came to Oklahoma City after the bombing. He wasn't very friendly to "regular" people. He was really nice to the mayor.
14. Former Congressman J.C. Watts gave #1 his autograph when she was 5. She knew him from Fox News. She still has the autograph.
I guess that's it for now. I've met a bunch of other famous folks like George Strait and Doris Day, but I'm tired of typing now, so I'll have to blog about them another time. So, who do you know?
I worked at a hotel near Pebble Beach when I was in college, so I “know” a lot of famous people.
1. I told Bill Murray to stop being an ass when he was riding on the hood of people’s cars.
2. I had to take Helen Hunt’s undies to the laundry. She only wears boxers. Weird.
3. Cameron from Ferris Bueller’s Day Off bought me an ice cream sundae when I managed to find his lost luggage after 2 hours on the phone with the airlines. He also gave me a nice tip. And he has the sexiest phone voice ever. No foolin’.
4. I had to run out at midnight to buy a hairbrush for Ally Sheedy. It was made from natural bristles and cost $75!
5. The director from Twister made us rehang all the pictures in his room 3 inches lower, and sent me out for fresh flowers. They had to have tuberoses. I still don’t know what those are.
6. I met all the figure skaters from Stars on Ice. Brian Boitano is really nice, Nancy Kerrigan is a b*$@h
7. Clint Eastwood told me “cute smile.”
8. I made dinner reservations for Tom Hanks. He tipped the front desk staff $400 when he left.
9. Bob Hope stood in line like everyone else, and introduced himself as Robert Hope. He seemed genuinely flattered that I knew who he was.
10. Tom Petty invited my coworker and myself up to his hotel room along with the band to "smoke one". We didn't go.
11. I met the Jonas Brothers on a recent trip to Tulsa. They took pictures with my daughter and her friend, were lovely boys, and gave the girls backstage passes because their bodyguard thought the baby was cute.
12. I made lunch for Rosalind Moss (Catholic author and TV personality). She has weird dietary requirements. She liked it so much that she hugged me and asked for the recipe.
13. I met Jesse Jackson when he came to Oklahoma City after the bombing. He wasn't very friendly to "regular" people. He was really nice to the mayor.
14. Former Congressman J.C. Watts gave #1 his autograph when she was 5. She knew him from Fox News. She still has the autograph.
I guess that's it for now. I've met a bunch of other famous folks like George Strait and Doris Day, but I'm tired of typing now, so I'll have to blog about them another time. So, who do you know?
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Keeping me honest
I ran 3.5 miles early this morning. Lost the 1/2 pound I had gained, so that puts me at weight loss - 0.
On the bright side, I got to watch the news completely uninterrupted, so that's something.
On the bright side, I got to watch the news completely uninterrupted, so that's something.
Sunday, April 27, 2008
Unforgiven
There are, in this world, unforgivable sins. They are not the sins you would think of, such as theft, rape, murder, or general mayhem. In my experience, these sins can be forgiven and explained and the offender can be allowed to still be apart of their own little circle of family. The sins which cannot be forgiven by our loved ones, are much subtler, and the impact of them upon the offender never goes away. In the elephantine memory of families and small towns, those who make others see their own smallness, their own pettiness, their own flaws, are the black sheep and are forever outside the fold, never to be forgiven.
I am one of these. The unforgiven. The ones who step outside of the mold, the rules which other people have placed upon our lives. The ones who commit the unforgivable sins. I kept going. That is my sin. When everyone else in my childhood world crumbled under the weight of tragedy, I picked up the pieces and kept walking. I didn't fall apart, I didn't turn to a crutch like sex or alcoholism or drugs like my closest family members, or to denial of the situation like those extended family members I saw. I spoke the truth when other people weren't ready to hear it, and I kept speaking it until I was sure they had heard me. When they didn't come to help, I kept going.
Sometimes I wish that I had crumbled with the rest of them. My life with my family would be much easier now. I would still be their darling, the favorite child. I would still have a father, aunts and uncles, cousins. My grandmother would stop apologizing for being human. They would all realize that I do not judge them as harshly as they judge themselves.
This is the great tragedy of my life. Not the car accident which robbed me of a mother when I was 14, and then left a brain-injured stranger in her place. It was instead the defining moment of the woman I would become. Strong. Proud. Capable. And for these things, my family will never forgive me. You see, there are unforgivable crimes out there in the world, and I am guilty of them.
I am one of these. The unforgiven. The ones who step outside of the mold, the rules which other people have placed upon our lives. The ones who commit the unforgivable sins. I kept going. That is my sin. When everyone else in my childhood world crumbled under the weight of tragedy, I picked up the pieces and kept walking. I didn't fall apart, I didn't turn to a crutch like sex or alcoholism or drugs like my closest family members, or to denial of the situation like those extended family members I saw. I spoke the truth when other people weren't ready to hear it, and I kept speaking it until I was sure they had heard me. When they didn't come to help, I kept going.
Sometimes I wish that I had crumbled with the rest of them. My life with my family would be much easier now. I would still be their darling, the favorite child. I would still have a father, aunts and uncles, cousins. My grandmother would stop apologizing for being human. They would all realize that I do not judge them as harshly as they judge themselves.
This is the great tragedy of my life. Not the car accident which robbed me of a mother when I was 14, and then left a brain-injured stranger in her place. It was instead the defining moment of the woman I would become. Strong. Proud. Capable. And for these things, my family will never forgive me. You see, there are unforgivable crimes out there in the world, and I am guilty of them.
Friday, April 25, 2008
If It's Friday, Then It Must Be Time For a Haiku!
Is this a good thing?
the love of my life has said
you are not funny
Except when you write
then you make me laugh out loud,
in person....ummm no
Only amusing...
not pee in your pants funny
to him anyway
the kids disagree
they chuckle, chortle, and snort
at the things I do
I live for the times
when a well timed joke makes him
spurt milk from his nose
Thursday, April 24, 2008
today's workout
2 1/2 miles on the hills setting on the treadmill and 30 minutes of strength training. Regained 1/2 lb I had lost, I am now +.5. The depressing thing is that I know if my husband were working out and following my eating regime he would already be down 5 or more. Curse you, second X chromosome!
Wednesday, April 23, 2008
Tagged!
I’ve been tagged by Lowdenclear over at umm Lowdenclear...
So here goes…
1. The rules of the game get posted on the beginning.
2. Each player answers the questions about himself.
3. At the end of the post, the player tags five people and posts their names, then goes to their blogs and leaves them a comment, letting them know that they’ve been tagged and asking them to read their blog.
What I was doing ten years ago:
Chasing my one year old around the house. (I only had one back then and thought I had it rough...excuse me while I laugh...hahahahahaha)
Five things on my To-Do list today:
1. Find an awesome outfit to wear on TV.
2. Find the missing socks to match up with my bag of mateless wonders.
3. Get in shape enough that I stop snoring.
4. Figure out how two small boys manage to get pee on the wall higher than their heads.
5. Learn Algebra so I can teach Algebra. It might be a good idea.
Things I would do if I were a billionaire:
1. Pay off my debts
2. Buy a house on the beach in Corpus Christi.
3. Donate money to my parish to redo the sanctuary and get rid of the sloping floors and in-the-round seating arrangement.
4. Buy the local abortion clinic and a bulldozer. Raze. Repeat in every town between here and Corpus Christi.
5. Go to chef school. I want to be able to make amazing cakes like that guy on Ace of Cakes.
Three of my bad habits/qualities:
1. I'm the world's worst housekeeper. Seriously. I have a trophy, and I'd show you...if only I could find it in this mess...
2. I have no patience for people who can't make a decision.
3. I tend to obsess about it when people don't like me. I think it's the cheerleader in my always trying to be "Miss Popularity".
Five places I’ve lived:
1. San Diego, California
2. Subic Bay, Philippines
3. Jacksonville, Florida
4. Carmel, California
5. Corpus Christi, TEXAS
Five jobs I’ve had:
1. Waitress
2. Night Audit for UPS
3. Front Desk Clerk at a hotel
4. Concierge at Pebble Beach
5. Furniture salesperson
Five books I’ve recently read:
1. Sense and Sensibility
2. The Count of Monte Cristo
3. Sackett by Louis L'amour
4. Confessions by St. Augustine
5. A Bargain for Frances
Five people or communities I’m going to tag:
The Imelda Marcos of Running Shoes over at Sardonic Dad
June Cleaver after a Six Pack
Peace and Quiet
feebeeglee
Gem of the Ocean
So here goes…
1. The rules of the game get posted on the beginning.
2. Each player answers the questions about himself.
3. At the end of the post, the player tags five people and posts their names, then goes to their blogs and leaves them a comment, letting them know that they’ve been tagged and asking them to read their blog.
What I was doing ten years ago:
Chasing my one year old around the house. (I only had one back then and thought I had it rough...excuse me while I laugh...hahahahahaha)
Five things on my To-Do list today:
1. Find an awesome outfit to wear on TV.
2. Find the missing socks to match up with my bag of mateless wonders.
3. Get in shape enough that I stop snoring.
4. Figure out how two small boys manage to get pee on the wall higher than their heads.
5. Learn Algebra so I can teach Algebra. It might be a good idea.
Things I would do if I were a billionaire:
1. Pay off my debts
2. Buy a house on the beach in Corpus Christi.
3. Donate money to my parish to redo the sanctuary and get rid of the sloping floors and in-the-round seating arrangement.
4. Buy the local abortion clinic and a bulldozer. Raze. Repeat in every town between here and Corpus Christi.
5. Go to chef school. I want to be able to make amazing cakes like that guy on Ace of Cakes.
Three of my bad habits/qualities:
1. I'm the world's worst housekeeper. Seriously. I have a trophy, and I'd show you...if only I could find it in this mess...
2. I have no patience for people who can't make a decision.
3. I tend to obsess about it when people don't like me. I think it's the cheerleader in my always trying to be "Miss Popularity".
Five places I’ve lived:
1. San Diego, California
2. Subic Bay, Philippines
3. Jacksonville, Florida
4. Carmel, California
5. Corpus Christi, TEXAS
Five jobs I’ve had:
1. Waitress
2. Night Audit for UPS
3. Front Desk Clerk at a hotel
4. Concierge at Pebble Beach
5. Furniture salesperson
Five books I’ve recently read:
1. Sense and Sensibility
2. The Count of Monte Cristo
3. Sackett by Louis L'amour
4. Confessions by St. Augustine
5. A Bargain for Frances
Five people or communities I’m going to tag:
The Imelda Marcos of Running Shoes over at Sardonic Dad
June Cleaver after a Six Pack
Peace and Quiet
feebeeglee
Gem of the Ocean
Running
I'm trying to get back into running form. I'm NOT training for the marathon or any other race,(To do so has a 90% rate of getting me knocked up) just trying to feel a bit better about myself and lose some baby weight. (Okay, I've been snoring loud enough to wake myself up and know that losing a few pounds will let my grateful husband return to the bedroom. Do you people have to know everything?) I've also changed my diet to include more vegetables and fewer homemade breads and things. (To the Computer Guy-I'll still make stuff for you if you promise to immediately take it to the office and not leave it here for me to snack on...deal?)
That's all I wanted to say. I'm running again. I did 2 1/2 miles this morning on the treadmill. The treadmill is great, it won't let me slow down without throwing me into the wall. I need that kind of motivation. In fact, if the treadmill had been there to toss me around all along, I probably wouldn't need it today.
So, keep track with me and keep me honest. I need to lose 40 lbs. After one week of vegetarianism and abuse by electronic devices, I've lost a whole half a pound. At this rate, it should take a year and a half to get down to my goal weight. Just in time for another baby!
To Imelda-I need new running shoes, any suggestions?
That's all I wanted to say. I'm running again. I did 2 1/2 miles this morning on the treadmill. The treadmill is great, it won't let me slow down without throwing me into the wall. I need that kind of motivation. In fact, if the treadmill had been there to toss me around all along, I probably wouldn't need it today.
So, keep track with me and keep me honest. I need to lose 40 lbs. After one week of vegetarianism and abuse by electronic devices, I've lost a whole half a pound. At this rate, it should take a year and a half to get down to my goal weight. Just in time for another baby!
To Imelda-I need new running shoes, any suggestions?
Tuesday, April 22, 2008
Who Knew?
Guess who I recently discovered was a math genius? Danica McKellar. Don't hurt yourself trying to figure out who she is. She played Winnie Cooper on the Wonder Years. Yeah. That girl. She's brilliant at math, and I don't toss around words like "genius" or "brilliant" indiscriminately about anyone but myself. ('Cause I am a brilliant genius, that's why.) It would seem that Miss McKellar even co-authored a math proof - new research proving an original math theorem. It's named after her.
This is so not fair. Cute. Famous, but not in an annoying Britney Spears way. Wealthy. Math Genius.
As far as I can see, there are two things you can do here:
1. You can pout about how God plays favorites, or
2. You can go to her website and check it out. I wish I'd had a math book like this when I was in Junior High.
Monday, April 21, 2008
TV Star update
I fly to Cincinnati the 13th of May to film the TV show. That's not very many days you know.
It's very rare for me to venture north of the Mason-Dixon Line. I just don't go where people give me that look, you know the one, when I ask for a good place to find fried okra. I'm a Texas girl and I like my veggies deep-fried. Yum! So, what regional favorites should I eat while in the Land of the Yankee? (I have a friend from Massachusetts who gets upset when I call non-New Englanders Yankees, but I don't listen to her. What side were they on in the War for Southern Independence? North? They're Yankees. Plus, I'm not sure you can expect much sense out of someone who's proud to be one.)
It's very rare for me to venture north of the Mason-Dixon Line. I just don't go where people give me that look, you know the one, when I ask for a good place to find fried okra. I'm a Texas girl and I like my veggies deep-fried. Yum! So, what regional favorites should I eat while in the Land of the Yankee? (I have a friend from Massachusetts who gets upset when I call non-New Englanders Yankees, but I don't listen to her. What side were they on in the War for Southern Independence? North? They're Yankees. Plus, I'm not sure you can expect much sense out of someone who's proud to be one.)
Who needs a pot of gold..
When you could get a keg of beer? You know it's what you were planning to spend the gold on anyway.
Friday, April 18, 2008
Because we could use a free pair of shoes
http://christinamolin.wordpress.com/2008/04/16/contest-time/
Go check out the site, enter the contest, and maybe buy a pair of really cool children's shoes
Go check out the site, enter the contest, and maybe buy a pair of really cool children's shoes
what d'ya know, It's Haiku Friday!!!!!
Baby number five
a baby no more today
one year old big boy
You still can not walk
you refuse to hold your cup
lazy, fat chubby
twenty-six pounder
you're too heavy to carry
bicep strength builder
Just a year ago
a snuggly warm bean-bag
curled up on my chest
Now a great big boy
Just ready for adventure
first you have to walk
Thursday, April 17, 2008
Repulsive!
I don't know where my children will be going for college, but after reading this article, I can assure you that it won't be Yale.
Here's an excerpt of "Yale Student Induces Abortion for ‘Art’":
This is education? Even Planned Parenthood and NARAL should be outraged or at the very least concerned by the trivializing of abortion as 'Art', but I'll bet they give her a grant instead.
Her parents must be so proud of their little girl.
Does anyone have the number of a good exorcist?
Here's an excerpt of "Yale Student Induces Abortion for ‘Art’":
“The display of Schvarts’ project will feature a large cube suspended from the ceiling of a room in the gallery of Green Hall. Schvarts will wrap hundreds of feet of plastic sheeting around this cube; lined between layers of the sheeting will be the blood from Schvarts’ self-induced miscarriages mixed with Vaseline in order to prevent the blood from drying and to extend the blood throughout the plastic sheeting. Schvarts will then project recorded videos onto the four sides of the cube. These videos, captured on a VHS camcorder, will show her experiencing miscarriages in her bathrooom tub, she said. Similar videos will be projected onto the walls of the room.”
This is education? Even Planned Parenthood and NARAL should be outraged or at the very least concerned by the trivializing of abortion as 'Art', but I'll bet they give her a grant instead.
Her parents must be so proud of their little girl.
Does anyone have the number of a good exorcist?
Wednesday, April 16, 2008
Lazy Blogging
Okay, so I'm ripping this off from someone else, but I don't really care. I don't feel like writing today, so I will answer any questions you may have for me except 2 (for now) I won't post a picture of myself or my children, and I won't reveal the Little Kids' names. Sorry, but the Computer Guy won't let me. Here's your chance, ask away. What do you want to know about "the Mom"?
Heather:
1. Yes, "the Mom" appears to be my real name since that is what I get called by the ones I love. I have vague memories of being called something else, but it's been so long that it escapes my memory at the moment.
2. My favorite saint would have to be Judith from the Old Testament. Love, love, love a girl who goes into battle armed with mascara and her cute purse.
3. There are no adequate words to describe the great affection I have for Papa Ben.
4. No, I can't say that they like ham, but my now 6 year old used to sing in the grocery story about how much he loved broccoli.
Peace:
Bring it on, girl!
Catherine:
I have 7 children. 2 waiting for me in Heaven, and 5 with me still. The five on earth are an 11 year old girl, 8 year old boy, 6 year old boy, 3 year old girl, and my baby boy who turns one today. The two in heaven are Noah and Bernadette.
No connection to the Crescat except that I hate to lose. Anything.
Rob:
1. I have lost four toenails running.
2. I am actually not allowed to plan to run a marathon, it always gets me pregnant, but I would LOVE to run the Corpus Christi half marathon http://www.harborhalf.com/faqs.htm in October. I'm not planning on it, you know, but if I happen to be in good enough shape and happen to be in Corpus Christi that weekend, I might give it a go.
Heather:
1. Yes, "the Mom" appears to be my real name since that is what I get called by the ones I love. I have vague memories of being called something else, but it's been so long that it escapes my memory at the moment.
2. My favorite saint would have to be Judith from the Old Testament. Love, love, love a girl who goes into battle armed with mascara and her cute purse.
3. There are no adequate words to describe the great affection I have for Papa Ben.
4. No, I can't say that they like ham, but my now 6 year old used to sing in the grocery story about how much he loved broccoli.
Peace:
Bring it on, girl!
Catherine:
I have 7 children. 2 waiting for me in Heaven, and 5 with me still. The five on earth are an 11 year old girl, 8 year old boy, 6 year old boy, 3 year old girl, and my baby boy who turns one today. The two in heaven are Noah and Bernadette.
No connection to the Crescat except that I hate to lose. Anything.
Rob:
1. I have lost four toenails running.
2. I am actually not allowed to plan to run a marathon, it always gets me pregnant, but I would LOVE to run the Corpus Christi half marathon http://www.harborhalf.com/faqs.htm in October. I'm not planning on it, you know, but if I happen to be in good enough shape and happen to be in Corpus Christi that weekend, I might give it a go.
One last time
I promise that this is the last time I will remind you to go vote for me in the Cannonball Awards for Best Potpourri of Popery. (Mainly because this is the last day.) I was comfortably in the lead, but then Rorate Caeli caught up this afternoon. So, throw me a bone and go vote. Thanks.
Tuesday, April 15, 2008
I knew it would come in handy...
#3 is a chewer. He is constantly chewing all kinds of things which are not food. So, it came as no surprise to me today when he came in and said he had swallowed a rubber band. What else is new? He has eaten sticks in the back yard, what's a rubber band to that? Then he started to cry..
"It's stuck in my throat." Gag, sputter, cough, gag
"What is?"
"The rubber band I was chewing. It got stuck in my throat."
Sigh. "Alright, let me get a flashlight and look. What color was it?"
Sob, gag, cough, sob. "Blue."
I looked, and sure enough, there it was a tiny bit of blue hanging down behind his uvula. How on earth had it gotten stuck up inside his sinuses? He says he was chewing on it and then started to sneeze. When he took the big "sneezy breath" it got "sucked out of his mouth and up."
How was I going to get it out? I told him to try blowing his nose. Nothing. Blow it harder. Nothing.
I sent #1 for the tweezers and a bowl. I was either going to pull it out or stick my finger down his throat and see if he could vomit it up.
Tweezers. The only thing scarier than being a kid whose mom is sticking tweezers up his throat, is being the mom doing the sticking... I could drop them, they could slide down the gullet and puncture something, or require surgery to get out, he could throw up on me, or....stop it! Who am I? My mother in law? I'm not the worrier in this family. (Did you hear that? My dear husband just rolled his eyes at me.)
So, back to the medical procedure...I held a flashlight in one hand and the tweezers in the other...went to the left of the uvula...grabbed the little piece hanging down and pulled the whole thing out. Hooray!
I would like to speak to my mother for a second. Mom, remember when we got the operation game when I was a kid? Remember how I could kick everyones a....behind and you said, "If only pulling tiny things out of weird shaped holes with tweezers were a marketable skill, you'd be set for life."? Remember that mom? Do ya? Well, guess what? It was pretty darn useful, wasn't it?
Score:
me - 1 Mom - 1,895,417
Watch out, mom! I'm makin' a comeback.
An Honest Man
I would imagine that BET founder Bob Johnson and I have little in common. He is a billionaire, Black, entertainment executive who supports Hillary Clinton. I'm a middle class, white, stay at home mom who supports John McCain. I know very little about this highly successful man, but as of this morning, I'm a fan. Mr. Johnson is not politically correct, and I find that refreshing in a media mogul. He recently was in South Carolina campaigning for his favorite candidate when he spoke of Geraldine Ferraro and he recent comments which some say branded her a racist.
Bravo, Mr. Johnson! At last, someone can see the minefield in which White America must tread. A world in which ever phrase, every look, every gesture is parsed in an effort to get to the "hidden meaning". Why is it racist to suggest that a part of the attraction Barack holds for many voters is because of the color of his skin? Let's be really honest here for one moment, if we can. Oprah Winfrey may be supporting Obama because she really is a supporter of socialism, but does she really want me to believe that there's not a small part of her heart that goes pitter-pat at the thought of a black man in the White House? I don't buy it for a moment. Especially since Ms. Winfrey was a member of Barack's racist church. Is she a racist? I don't know, but like Mr. Obama, she is tolerant of them and enjoys their warped brand of Christianity.
Mr. Obama's recently gave a speech on race in which he called for a new and open dialogue. I don't buy what he's selling for a New York minute. When Mr. Johnson made his remarks, they dismissed them by saying, this was "just one in a long line of absurd comments by Bob Johnson and other Clinton supporters who will say or do anything to get the nomination." It doesn't read that way to me. It reads as someone being honest at last about the role that race plays in politics. I don't think it's racist to observe that some people are voting for Obama because of his race, or sexist to say some are voting for Clinton because she's a woman, or ageist to say that some won't vote for McCain because he's old. They are just observational statements of fact.
The problem with Obama's campaign is that it wants to be everything at once. It strives to show the historical importance of his candidacy without allowing anyone to discuss why it's historic. The racial problems he is facing won't go away until he stops being the BLACK MAN running for president and starts showing himself to the American people as just a guy who wants to be commander-in-chief. A guy who doesn't have a "hair-trigger" about all things racial.
"What I believe Geraldine Ferraro meant is that if you take a freshman senator from Illinois called 'Jerry Smith' and he says I'm going to run for president, would he start off with 90 percent of the black vote?" Johnson said. "And the answer is, probably not."
"Geraldine Ferraro said it right," Johnson added. "The problem is, Geraldine Ferraro is white. This campaign has such a hair-trigger on anything racial it is almost impossible for anybody to say anything."
Bravo, Mr. Johnson! At last, someone can see the minefield in which White America must tread. A world in which ever phrase, every look, every gesture is parsed in an effort to get to the "hidden meaning". Why is it racist to suggest that a part of the attraction Barack holds for many voters is because of the color of his skin? Let's be really honest here for one moment, if we can. Oprah Winfrey may be supporting Obama because she really is a supporter of socialism, but does she really want me to believe that there's not a small part of her heart that goes pitter-pat at the thought of a black man in the White House? I don't buy it for a moment. Especially since Ms. Winfrey was a member of Barack's racist church. Is she a racist? I don't know, but like Mr. Obama, she is tolerant of them and enjoys their warped brand of Christianity.
Mr. Obama's recently gave a speech on race in which he called for a new and open dialogue. I don't buy what he's selling for a New York minute. When Mr. Johnson made his remarks, they dismissed them by saying, this was "just one in a long line of absurd comments by Bob Johnson and other Clinton supporters who will say or do anything to get the nomination." It doesn't read that way to me. It reads as someone being honest at last about the role that race plays in politics. I don't think it's racist to observe that some people are voting for Obama because of his race, or sexist to say some are voting for Clinton because she's a woman, or ageist to say that some won't vote for McCain because he's old. They are just observational statements of fact.
The problem with Obama's campaign is that it wants to be everything at once. It strives to show the historical importance of his candidacy without allowing anyone to discuss why it's historic. The racial problems he is facing won't go away until he stops being the BLACK MAN running for president and starts showing himself to the American people as just a guy who wants to be commander-in-chief. A guy who doesn't have a "hair-trigger" about all things racial.
Friday, April 11, 2008
Hey! It's Haiku Friday
I'm in a weird mood this morning folks, so go with me!
Barbie is a slut
I never see her with clothes
she's always naked
Lying on my floor
What happened to her wardrobe?
I know she has clothes
Pink, purple, or white
shirts, pants, and wedding dresses
all are in her box
I know she has lots
Many trunks full of clothes, shoes
So, where are they now?
Naked Barbie tease
Poor, smooth Ken can only look
while she flaunts her stuff.
Thursday, April 10, 2008
Only 7 Voting Days Left
There are only 7 voting days left on thecrescat's Cannonball awards, and Shoved to Them (the blog you are reading right now) is tied for first in the Best Potpourri of Popery category. Please, please, please head over there and scroll all the way down and vote! I get nothing but bragging rights, but you've seen what I can do with that.
Oh, Happy Day!
God bless the Oklahoma State Senate who passed an anti-abortion bill. It's now off to the governor's desk. I only pray that he will sign it. Of course, the anti-life crowd is whining about how this is unfair to women. Look at what it entails, then tell me how this is unfair:
1.Require abortion providers to perform an ultrasound examination on a woman before terminating her pregnancy.
2.Allows doctors and other health care providers to refuse to take part in an abortion for moral and religious reasons.
3.Requires a woman to sign a consent form before having an abortion and mandates that federal guidelines be followed in the use of the chemical pill RU-486.
4.Prohibits "wrongful-life" lawsuits that argue a disabled child would have been better off aborted.
Can you see why we are rejoicing in Oklahoma today? This was no narrow passage either, it sailed through 38-10. What were the objections of the ten? Sen. Jeff Rabon, D-Hugo said that requiring a woman who is contemplating abortion to view an ultrasound and sign a consent form first "would dehumanize and humiliate women." Wow. Is this the best example of pro-woman thinking? Don't tell women the truth or show them what it is that they are contemplating because it would be too hard on the little dears.
I'm tired of this attitude from the far left which assumes that women are too dumb or too unstable to know truth. They talk about freeing women from a patriarchal system (blah, blah, blah) but then set up one of their own wherein those with political power and influence determine what's best for the rest. They seek to be the lone conduit of truth, censoring which parts of the truth are allowed to filter through.
Shame on them. How dare they think that women don't have the right to have all the knowledge necessary before making what is literally a life or death decision. Shame on them for setting themselves up as the censors of truth in what should be the one place where hard truths are always told, the doctor's office. How would these bastions of medical freedom react if a doctor didn't tell a woman she had cancer because he judged that she was "too emotionally fragile"? They would howl with outrage. And it is right that they should.
The more I read and hear from the anti-life crowd, the more I become convinced of their agenda. They are not in favor of women having freedom to "choose". If so, they would want women to have all the information available including an ultrasound of the "products of conception". They would want them to be well informed because they would truly value women and want to protect their minds and bodies, not just their "rights". Their goal seems to be the death of as many children as possible. The means don't seem to matter. Lie to women, deceive them, confuse them, even in some cases force them. But make sure that you kill that thing growing inside of her, it's the real enemy of women. They will not stop until they have a childless society, then women will be truly "free". Our society will be unencumbered.
I have news for them. A low birth rate is not the mark of an advanced society, it is the mark of a dying society.
So, God bless the Oklahoma State legislature who declared yesterday that women were smart enough to see their children, smart enough to be told the truth, wise enough to be treated as equal human beings. Now if we could only extend that equality to the children they carry. That would be a day of true rejoicing.
1.Require abortion providers to perform an ultrasound examination on a woman before terminating her pregnancy.
2.Allows doctors and other health care providers to refuse to take part in an abortion for moral and religious reasons.
3.Requires a woman to sign a consent form before having an abortion and mandates that federal guidelines be followed in the use of the chemical pill RU-486.
4.Prohibits "wrongful-life" lawsuits that argue a disabled child would have been better off aborted.
Can you see why we are rejoicing in Oklahoma today? This was no narrow passage either, it sailed through 38-10. What were the objections of the ten? Sen. Jeff Rabon, D-Hugo said that requiring a woman who is contemplating abortion to view an ultrasound and sign a consent form first "would dehumanize and humiliate women." Wow. Is this the best example of pro-woman thinking? Don't tell women the truth or show them what it is that they are contemplating because it would be too hard on the little dears.
I'm tired of this attitude from the far left which assumes that women are too dumb or too unstable to know truth. They talk about freeing women from a patriarchal system (blah, blah, blah) but then set up one of their own wherein those with political power and influence determine what's best for the rest. They seek to be the lone conduit of truth, censoring which parts of the truth are allowed to filter through.
Shame on them. How dare they think that women don't have the right to have all the knowledge necessary before making what is literally a life or death decision. Shame on them for setting themselves up as the censors of truth in what should be the one place where hard truths are always told, the doctor's office. How would these bastions of medical freedom react if a doctor didn't tell a woman she had cancer because he judged that she was "too emotionally fragile"? They would howl with outrage. And it is right that they should.
The more I read and hear from the anti-life crowd, the more I become convinced of their agenda. They are not in favor of women having freedom to "choose". If so, they would want women to have all the information available including an ultrasound of the "products of conception". They would want them to be well informed because they would truly value women and want to protect their minds and bodies, not just their "rights". Their goal seems to be the death of as many children as possible. The means don't seem to matter. Lie to women, deceive them, confuse them, even in some cases force them. But make sure that you kill that thing growing inside of her, it's the real enemy of women. They will not stop until they have a childless society, then women will be truly "free". Our society will be unencumbered.
I have news for them. A low birth rate is not the mark of an advanced society, it is the mark of a dying society.
So, God bless the Oklahoma State legislature who declared yesterday that women were smart enough to see their children, smart enough to be told the truth, wise enough to be treated as equal human beings. Now if we could only extend that equality to the children they carry. That would be a day of true rejoicing.
Wednesday, April 9, 2008
Just Stuff
I have been cleaning out closets and the children's rooms today. It was the garage last week. I've been selling stuff on ebay. I get to have clean closets, and a little extra money in my pocket. It sounds simple enough. As with all things that sound simple, it really isn't.
My family is addicted to stuff. Where I like to throw things away, they like to keep everything. I blame it on my husband. He keeps everything. His parents taught him to never throw anything away. So, I guess I blame my in-laws for this attachment to inanimate objects.
They cry, these children of mine, when I unearth toys that are long forgotten, but when cleaned and listed on ebay, are remembered as a long lost treasure. I would go along with them if it were only one or two things, but everything? Somehow I don't think so. I don't believe my 3 year old when she cries because I am getting rid of a pair of pajama shorts she outgrew last summer and hasn't seen since. Not every object can be a beloved object, or it starts to lose it's meaning, and I start to lose patience.
I'm just not sentimental about stuff. There are things in our house that I like, but I could live without the vast majority of them. Is that cold-hearted? I hope not.
I wonder what it is that they are afraid of...They have never gone without anything important, and have so much extra that it overflows closets and dressers. The overflow of my family spills into all the common areas. Their own private spaces are not large enough to contain it all. It is the very definition of disgusting excess.
I have even packed stuff up to take to Goodwill, and they have never noticed what is gone, but ask them to thin out the clutter and all day isn't long enough to fill even a single grocery sack.
So, I'll be the cold and ruthless one. My husband is job hunting and we may have to move, and I'm not taking all this stuff with me. Deep down, I think they appreciate my efforts on their behalf. Without me they would drown in the junk they collect.
I'm sure every day they give thanks for me and my ruthless cleaning, but most of all that generally I'm too busy or tired to do it.
My family is addicted to stuff. Where I like to throw things away, they like to keep everything. I blame it on my husband. He keeps everything. His parents taught him to never throw anything away. So, I guess I blame my in-laws for this attachment to inanimate objects.
They cry, these children of mine, when I unearth toys that are long forgotten, but when cleaned and listed on ebay, are remembered as a long lost treasure. I would go along with them if it were only one or two things, but everything? Somehow I don't think so. I don't believe my 3 year old when she cries because I am getting rid of a pair of pajama shorts she outgrew last summer and hasn't seen since. Not every object can be a beloved object, or it starts to lose it's meaning, and I start to lose patience.
I'm just not sentimental about stuff. There are things in our house that I like, but I could live without the vast majority of them. Is that cold-hearted? I hope not.
I wonder what it is that they are afraid of...They have never gone without anything important, and have so much extra that it overflows closets and dressers. The overflow of my family spills into all the common areas. Their own private spaces are not large enough to contain it all. It is the very definition of disgusting excess.
I have even packed stuff up to take to Goodwill, and they have never noticed what is gone, but ask them to thin out the clutter and all day isn't long enough to fill even a single grocery sack.
So, I'll be the cold and ruthless one. My husband is job hunting and we may have to move, and I'm not taking all this stuff with me. Deep down, I think they appreciate my efforts on their behalf. Without me they would drown in the junk they collect.
I'm sure every day they give thanks for me and my ruthless cleaning, but most of all that generally I'm too busy or tired to do it.
Tuesday, April 8, 2008
Monday, April 7, 2008
I'm Gonna Be a TV Star
I have been asked to be a guest on a national Pro-Life show. It tapes the end of May/beginning of June. So, stay tuned for air dates (or watch youtube) and you can see what the Mom looks like and hear my Texas twang.
What do you want them to know?
The reader from Asker, Norway requested that I teach my children something about Norway so that they know it's not in Sweden. Okay, they know that. What else should I tell them? This is a play along for everyone, in the United States or the great wide somewhere, what should I tell my children about where you live? What would you like for the world to know about your own little dot on the map?
Sunday, April 6, 2008
It's a Small World After All
I have recently acquired new regular readers in France, Sweden, Ireland, and London. (Hi, y'all!) I see them on my sitemeter everyday. I am so thrilled that they are interested enough in what I have to say to make me a part of their day.
What amuses me about it is that I have family member with whom I am pretty close who have never stopped by even once. I guess they've heard it all before and are a bit tired of my mental wanderings. It's just a nice boost to the ego when someone in Paris, France or Asker, Norway make you a part of their routine. So, thanks guys, for making me a part of your day. I know you bring a smile to my face when I see that you've dropped in for a visit.
You also help me to teach geography to my children. Look at the list of countries in the sidebar, my 8 year old can find every one on a map, and feels a personal connection to each one. After all, his mom has readers there.
In fact, when we heard of turmoil in Jerusalem on the news a few weeks back, my six year old asked, "Do you think your reader is all right?" I hope he is, and I hope he reads this and knows that #2 was worried about his welfare and included him in his bedtime prayers. SO, thanks for stopping by, regularly or not, you make the world a smaller place for my children who look at a map and see not other countries but places where people live, the kind of people who read mom's blog.
What amuses me about it is that I have family member with whom I am pretty close who have never stopped by even once. I guess they've heard it all before and are a bit tired of my mental wanderings. It's just a nice boost to the ego when someone in Paris, France or Asker, Norway make you a part of their routine. So, thanks guys, for making me a part of your day. I know you bring a smile to my face when I see that you've dropped in for a visit.
You also help me to teach geography to my children. Look at the list of countries in the sidebar, my 8 year old can find every one on a map, and feels a personal connection to each one. After all, his mom has readers there.
In fact, when we heard of turmoil in Jerusalem on the news a few weeks back, my six year old asked, "Do you think your reader is all right?" I hope he is, and I hope he reads this and knows that #2 was worried about his welfare and included him in his bedtime prayers. SO, thanks for stopping by, regularly or not, you make the world a smaller place for my children who look at a map and see not other countries but places where people live, the kind of people who read mom's blog.
Saturday, April 5, 2008
Talk Amongst Yourselves
A good friend of mine is an identical twin. I had him over for dinner tonight, and the following question arose.
Okay, we believe that life begins at conception and that even a single-celled human embryo is a completely human being with a soul.
In the case of identical twins, a single human embryo divides into two identical, separate human embryos.
Where does the second soul come from? Which has the older soul? Where does that soul come from (obviously from God)?
As I've thought about this, I came up with two possibilities, and they both seem totally absurd:
1) The initial, single soul divides into two separate souls.
2) God in his foreknowledge gave two souls to the initial single human embryo (prior to the split), and thus the division into two embryos is in part due to the overabundance of souls. This seems more likely, but still far-fetched.
What do you guys think? Any thoughts?
Okay, we believe that life begins at conception and that even a single-celled human embryo is a completely human being with a soul.
In the case of identical twins, a single human embryo divides into two identical, separate human embryos.
Where does the second soul come from? Which has the older soul? Where does that soul come from (obviously from God)?
As I've thought about this, I came up with two possibilities, and they both seem totally absurd:
1) The initial, single soul divides into two separate souls.
2) God in his foreknowledge gave two souls to the initial single human embryo (prior to the split), and thus the division into two embryos is in part due to the overabundance of souls. This seems more likely, but still far-fetched.
What do you guys think? Any thoughts?
Favorite Quote
From my mother on my wedding day, "Marriage is spending the rest of your life in a house that's too hot with someone who thinks it's too cold."
Friday, April 4, 2008
Vote for Paul!
Paul at Thoughts of a Regular Guy is running for the Illinois State Legislature for the 62nd District. He's the only Pro-Life candidate in the race as both the Democrat and the Republican have been endorsed by Planned Parenthood. Give him your prayers, give him some money, give him your vote!!! If you live in his district, give him your signature so he can get on the ballot!
God bless you, Paul, and help you in the work that you are doing.
God bless you, Paul, and help you in the work that you are doing.
Hey! It's Haiku Friday!
My husband's job hunt
full of possibilities
anxiety, hope
Will we move or stay?
Should I clean the closets out
and get set to pack?
Lone Star State or here
those seem to be our choices
no contest for me
I yearn to be home
prickly pear and mesquite trees
coyotes, jack rabbits
Flat land stretching out
San Antonio, Austin
surely one of these
Bow your head and pray
That one little Texas girl
can find her way home
Thursday, April 3, 2008
Completely Unattractive
I have a zit on the inside of my nose. I didn't even know that that was possible. It's not that I thought it to be impossible, I just never really thought about it before.
I'm not really sure what I'm supposed to do about it. I can't exactly get the Clearasil up there, and even if I could, I think it would burn. I can't pop it. I know I shouldn't anyway, but y'all know you've busted a zit or two in your time. Don't look at me like that!
Was I supposed to be cleaning up there in some way that my mother never taught me? I'm always telling my kids to get their finger out of their own nostrils....but how else would one clean them?
The thing about nostril zits is...they hurt...in a make-my-eyes-water and make me whimper kind of way. I'm not sure why I'm sharing this other than I want a little sympathy and maybe some advice. So how 'bout it....how do you clean your nostrils?
I'm not really sure what I'm supposed to do about it. I can't exactly get the Clearasil up there, and even if I could, I think it would burn. I can't pop it. I know I shouldn't anyway, but y'all know you've busted a zit or two in your time. Don't look at me like that!
Was I supposed to be cleaning up there in some way that my mother never taught me? I'm always telling my kids to get their finger out of their own nostrils....but how else would one clean them?
The thing about nostril zits is...they hurt...in a make-my-eyes-water and make me whimper kind of way. I'm not sure why I'm sharing this other than I want a little sympathy and maybe some advice. So how 'bout it....how do you clean your nostrils?
Bookmarked
I was glancing through the sites I have bookmarked, and find a very eclectic mix. Who knew I was so well read? Here are a few of them...it's like a tiny peek into the inner workings of my mind.
1.Running in the USA-Oklahoma races
2.GANDHI: WHAT HE BELIEVED ABOUT SEX, MARRIAGE AND BIRTH CONTROL
3.the Canon of Scripture
4.Marriage is for White People
5.Discount Catholic combining my love of God with my natural cheapness
6.American Baroque:The Four Seasons by Vivaldi
7.The sound of church bells
8.'Pro-life' rockers clash with Amnesty
9.The Mole Pages:the recipes
10.The many uses of vinegar
11.Hoelscher – Buxkemper
Family Heritage Association
So what kind of weird stuff are you hanging on to?
1.Running in the USA-Oklahoma races
2.GANDHI: WHAT HE BELIEVED ABOUT SEX, MARRIAGE AND BIRTH CONTROL
3.the Canon of Scripture
4.Marriage is for White People
5.Discount Catholic combining my love of God with my natural cheapness
6.American Baroque:The Four Seasons by Vivaldi
7.The sound of church bells
8.'Pro-life' rockers clash with Amnesty
9.The Mole Pages:the recipes
10.The many uses of vinegar
11.Hoelscher – Buxkemper
Family Heritage Association
So what kind of weird stuff are you hanging on to?
Wednesday, April 2, 2008
Meme
I've been tagged by Child of Mary for a meme! Thanks! Here's the deal:
These are the rules:
1. When tagged place the name and URL on your blog.
2. Post rules on your blog.
3. Write 7 non-important things/habit/quirks about yourself.
4. Name 7 of your favourite blogs.
5. Send an email/comment on their blog letting them know they have been tagged.
Habits/Quirks:
1. I am an absolute fanatic about being punctual. Seriously, it's my own brand of OCD.
2. I am supremely difficult to offend.
3. I have a mother with a brain injury and she's far from being the craziest person in our family. I'm not being funny here, they should lock some of these people up.
4. I can't watch movies with gory parts. They're not even slightly entertaining to me.
5. I went to finishing school, and people are always surprised to hear that.
6. I can't look at the numbers on a clock without coming up with every possible math equation they could work together in.
7. I wish I could be the kind of girl who gets up and puts on make-up and fixes my hair every morning, but I really just don't want to.
Alright, I tag feebeeglee, Hope Radio, Paul, Peace and Quiet, Sooner Scotty, Gem of the Ocean, and anyone else who wants to play.
These are the rules:
1. When tagged place the name and URL on your blog.
2. Post rules on your blog.
3. Write 7 non-important things/habit/quirks about yourself.
4. Name 7 of your favourite blogs.
5. Send an email/comment on their blog letting them know they have been tagged.
Habits/Quirks:
1. I am an absolute fanatic about being punctual. Seriously, it's my own brand of OCD.
2. I am supremely difficult to offend.
3. I have a mother with a brain injury and she's far from being the craziest person in our family. I'm not being funny here, they should lock some of these people up.
4. I can't watch movies with gory parts. They're not even slightly entertaining to me.
5. I went to finishing school, and people are always surprised to hear that.
6. I can't look at the numbers on a clock without coming up with every possible math equation they could work together in.
7. I wish I could be the kind of girl who gets up and puts on make-up and fixes my hair every morning, but I really just don't want to.
Alright, I tag feebeeglee, Hope Radio, Paul, Peace and Quiet, Sooner Scotty, Gem of the Ocean, and anyone else who wants to play.
Vote Early, Vote Often
This humble blog was nominated for the Best Potpourri of Popery award over at the Crescat's Cannonball awards. I guess that means the best schizophrenic collection of mental wanderings. I have 4 votes so far, so that means myself + 3 others have voted for Shoved to Them. If you have ever enjoyed what you've read here, then throw me a bone and go vote, would ya?
12
I got a new bike this weekend. Well, not new exactly, but new to me. It's shiny and hot pink, and very, very cool.
I haven't ridden a bicycle since I was 15. I guess since I got my driver's license on my 16th birthday. Who in her right mind would pedal a bike when she could be flying down the highways in a 65 Karmann Ghia? So, I sold my 10 speed in a garage sale and considered myself to be grown up. Everyone with a cute car is automatically an adult when you're 16.
Now I drive an SUV or a minivan. I don't think you can get any further away from that first cute and sexy car. It doesn't matter how great your SUV is, once you arrive with 5 children in tow you're no longer cute unless you're Angelina Jolie.
So this weekend I reclaimed my freedom. I had forgotten the feeling of flying you get when you coast down a hill and the wind whips through your hair. You get to be twelve again. Speeding around the neighborhood on a ride with Little Kid #1, the 11 year old, I feel less her mother and more her friend. She shouts and laughs and is free with me in ways that she no longer is as a girl on the cusp of womanhood with her mom. We're just two girls racing along in the sunshine and racing the world.
If you haven't ridden a two wheeler lately, I recommend it. There are so few places of pure joy and absolute freedom once you're a grown-up, but you'll find your childhood waiting for you behind those handlebars.
I haven't ridden a bicycle since I was 15. I guess since I got my driver's license on my 16th birthday. Who in her right mind would pedal a bike when she could be flying down the highways in a 65 Karmann Ghia? So, I sold my 10 speed in a garage sale and considered myself to be grown up. Everyone with a cute car is automatically an adult when you're 16.
Now I drive an SUV or a minivan. I don't think you can get any further away from that first cute and sexy car. It doesn't matter how great your SUV is, once you arrive with 5 children in tow you're no longer cute unless you're Angelina Jolie.
So this weekend I reclaimed my freedom. I had forgotten the feeling of flying you get when you coast down a hill and the wind whips through your hair. You get to be twelve again. Speeding around the neighborhood on a ride with Little Kid #1, the 11 year old, I feel less her mother and more her friend. She shouts and laughs and is free with me in ways that she no longer is as a girl on the cusp of womanhood with her mom. We're just two girls racing along in the sunshine and racing the world.
If you haven't ridden a two wheeler lately, I recommend it. There are so few places of pure joy and absolute freedom once you're a grown-up, but you'll find your childhood waiting for you behind those handlebars.
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