Wednesday, November 30, 2005

Oh, this government.....

Wednesday. Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday. The middle of the week. Wednesday. Enough of that.

T inspired me to start something up. I have these 3 books called "Great Government Goofs!", "Why Do Clocks Run Clockwise?", and "Do Penguins Have Knees?". GREAT books! So I'm going to type up something out of these books when I post. Here's some for today just to get you as excited about this as me! These are taken from the government book.

*The Illinois Department of Conservation spent $180,000 to study the contents of owl vomit.
*Congress allocated $19 million to examine the amount of methane gas emitted from cow flatulence.
*In Acworth, Georgia, the city council passed an ordinance in 1982 requiring all households to own fishing poles.
*$1 million added by the Sanate to study brown tree snakes. The snake is found only in Guam, hasn't been proven to be life threatening to humans, and can't survive in North America. Makes you wonder who the real snakes are.
*The Pentagon spends $8,612 per second, about $271.6 billion a year.
*Representative George Beard of Culpepper, Virginia, proposed a bill to the statehouse which prohibited dead bodies from being stored where food is served.
*In 1986 the National Park Service purchased a half acre of land in southwest Washington D.C. for $230,000. In 1988 it was discovered that the Park Service already owned the land - they bought it in 1914.
*In 1920 Socialist and presidential candidate Eugene Debs received 920,000 votes even though he ran his entire campaign while in jail.
*Since 1975, 5 million new government jobs have been created.
*In April 1993 the Montana legislature passed an animal-abuse law that increased the fine for a second violation to $1,000 and to years in prison. At the same time the state's maximum penalty for second-offense spousal abuse is a mere $500 and six months.
*It took over 299 years for our government to reach a national debt of $1 trillion (1982). It doubled in the next four years (1986), then doubled again to $4 trillion in 1992.
*Missouri state legislators approved a five-pound 1,012-page bill aimed at reducing state paperwork.

I love that book! I really should do some housework now. Maybe I should just put a bed in the kitchen. Then I could sleep in there - since I'm always in there anyway, and I could just put any messes under the bed. Isn't that what all the kids do? Why not me? :)

Tuesday, November 29, 2005

Convictions With Meaning

I was in the sound booth on Sunday, and I was looking at the last two weeks of worship songs. I took one line from each song. Feel free to take about 5 seconds or more to think about each of these phrases.

*He is all we need
*You are the only One I need
*I bow all of me at Your feet
*Worship Him in humbleness
*Take my silver and my gold, not a mite would I withhold
*Forever God is faithful
*In all I do, I honor You
*It’s all about You, Jesus
*Your praise is always on my lips
*I’m desperate for you
*Nothing compares to the promise I have in You

Have you ever been desperate for anything? Have I withheld things? Ahh…duh. Do I put God in a box and doubt his faithfulness? I would love so much for all of these phrases to have the meaning behind it when I sing them!!! For all He does for me, maybe the least I could do is worship with meaning….not just sing these lyrics and notes correctly. Ick. Music is so much a part of me, and I find myself lacking. And what nerve do I have to think the dishes and laundry are somehow more important?

So I’m making a short list of things I need to improve on – I have a self-discipline problem, you see. It’s nothing God’s done. Like Doyle says: You’re just as close to God today as you choose to be. There’s only so long you can be convicted before 1) you do something about it, or 2) build up an immunity to conviction.

Tuesday, November 22, 2005

Linkin' it.

I'm not feeling motivated to figure out links at the moment, but I'd like to share my sister's blog. She's the middle sister that lives in Des Moines. Check it out.

Monday, November 21, 2005

No More Pain

I was painting my kitchen on Friday and got a call from my mom. She was crying.
“Grandma Weber had a stroke, they think. They found her this morning when they went to pick her up for church.” She went every morning to the rosary service. Her ten children surrounded her and prayed with the priest in the same hospital their father died in 24 years earlier. She was not responsive. My grandmother passed away that afternoon at about 3:40. This was the first time I ever heard my dad cry. The funeral was today in Melrose, Minnesota.

I loved my grandma. Her name was Martha, and she was the best role model I’d ever had. I was devastated that she was no longer with us, but so happy that she had “no more pain”. My grandma had lung problems and carried around an oxygen tank with her wherever she went. She also had arthritis. She always did handmade cards for everyone’s birthday. I still have all mine. She had this little giggle and little wrinkles on the sides of her eyes when she smiled. She could brighten any room. She said “ack” a lot, along with a little roll of the eyes and shake of the head. You’d have to with 10 children, wouldn’t you?

I asked her once what her favorite memory was and she said, “Oh, I don’t know. I guess when I had my kids. That was nice.”. She was great with kids. We went out to eat once with Olivia and Darin to Dairy Queen (she loved getting out), and was telling them a hundred things they could do with their kid’s meal bags. She had a creative mind – could make something out of nothing. And then make that something into a game.

Her husband, Anthony (Tony), passed away 2-3 months before I was born. I was the first grandchild he missed out on meeting. Tiffany was the first one Grandma missed out on metting. 24 whole years without her husband, and she thought about him every day. She always said he left her too soon. I didn’t get the chance to see her much because we lived 6 hours away. So I was on my way to Minnesota on Saturday night to be with my dad, and I put a CD in. One song talked about dreaming of heaven – and it went something like this:
Deep enough to dream in brilliant colors I have never seen.
Deep enough to join a billion people for a wedding feast.
Deep enough to reach out and touch the face of the one who made me.
All the love I feel and all the peace, do I ever have to wake up?

And I get to thinking about the colors. We really only see variations of 3 colors. Red. Blue. Yellow. 3. How many more colors has God made that we’ve never even imagined??? And I got to thinking that my grandma must be in a state of absolute joy! Imagine for her to be able to take a deep breath in without it hurting anymore. She can crochet and make crafts easily. She can walk around without carrying oxygen with her – even run or skip without pain! She can touch the Lord’s face and ask Him any question. She can feel His arms wrapped around her. She can see her husband after so long.

It was a light funeral. We all knew she was finally home. Every grandchild had a responsibility at the funeral – paul bearers – one from each family. Bringing gifts. Readings. My sister, cousin, and I sang a song entitled “No More Pain”. It was beautiful.

She sits by the window with wandering eyes.
She has a song in her heart and a golden disguise.
Her body is torn because age doesn’t heal.
She’s not letting on about the pain that she feels.
But she knows in her soul that it won’t be too long
‘Til Jesus comes back to carry her home.

When there will be No More Pain, no more sorrow.
No more waiting for illusive tomorrows.
There will be no more pain, no more dying.
No more striving or strain. No more pain.

My mind’s eye remembers the trouble I’ve seen.
All I have been through, and how I long to be free.
But I learn by her patience that I need her resolve.
To wait for the opening of eternity’s halls.
And I know that in time we will stand side by side
When Jesus comes back receiving His bride.

When there will be No More Pain, no more sorrow.
No more waiting for illusive tomorrows.
There will be no more pain, no more dying.
No more striving or strain. No more pain.
All I could say at first when we were at visitation was “good for you, Grandma. I’ll see you soon.” with a hurting smile on my face. I can’t imagine the joy she feels at this very moment. Good for her, finally making it home.

Thursday, November 17, 2005

Picky Picky

So, the "usual" things didn't go on my list yesterday. Sweep the floor, wipe counters, organize the mail (that's another blog), supper, etc. I love cooking and baking, right? Right. We're running low on the grocery end of the house (plenty of dirty dishes, but not a lot of food), so we're running with creativity. Took some mashed potatoes from the deep freeze along with a round steak (not my favorite). Fried it up, cut it into strips, and put cream of mushroom soup on it (sort of as a gravy to go with mashed potatoes).

Harry and I eat 2 plates of it....well, not the actual plate....we could have.....cause they were reduce the dirty dishes then I have a ton of silverware in the dishwasher always and not a lot of plates or cups or bowls to wash. Where was I? Oh yes. We dish some up for Olivia and Darin. Darin's always been a great eater (learns from his daddy). Olivia used to be great, but now not so much. I think her step-sister is rubbing off on her - she eats only pizza, chicken strips, and a couple sides. This would not go over well in our household, mostly because when I was growing up, you ate what was on your plate. Period. We have a meat, vegetable, and fruit (bananas), no bread, but today is shopping day. That's okay. They had a vitamin. :)

Darin eats. Olivia doesn't. What do you do? She did eat her banana, though. Then she just sat at the table playing with her necklace quietly, hoping that we wouldn't notice she wasn't eating. You know that phrase, "if you can't hear me, you'd better find me."? So, being the observing parents that we are, take note of this. Then the pouting routine, knowing that when she goes back to her mom's house, she can eat whatever....then why would she eat supper? Dead end, cause we can't say "well, if we don't eat supper, we can't have a bedtime snack" because that's not up to us. All we can say is "it's a long time 'til breakfast" because any threat would be an empty one at this point. And there's nothing I dislike more than empty threats, even though I've been guilty of making them. Follow through is the key here. Always a warning first, then a follow through. I don't get why that's so hard for today's parents.

So we're at a stand still. I got to thinking and at every single meal, there is something that she says she doesn't like - even if she does! I've seen her eat it 100 times, but all of a sudden "I don't like that". I know heth mentioned this before....did you find something that works? Does anyone have some good advice here? We only have control over this household - not both of them. But how can I balance the 2 nicely? Someone? Anyone? K- enough rambling out of me. Later taters.

Wednesday, November 16, 2005

To Do List.

What to do today:
1) Print the rest of 2004 pictures off and finish2004 scrapbook.
2) Sew linings into a few shirts to make them official "nursing tops"
3) Try to tear down the border in my kitchen so I can paint Friday.
4) Pick a color to paint. Dark olive maybe?
5) Inform all family of Thanksgiving details. This is the first holiday we'll be having at my house!
6) Check eBay for any questions I need to answer for our auctions. And why is it, that Harry's junk always sells before mine!? I've decided that eBay is a boy place. Or I just have the wrong junk.
7) Remember to eat lunch. I tend to forget.
8) Fold laundry (2 baskets)
9) Bring garbage out.
10) Wrap more Christmas presents.
11) Give Harry a couple birthday hints. :)
12) Give Tiffany a bath.
13) Pick up the bedroom.
Better get busy.

Tuesday, November 15, 2005

What's in a NameTag?

First of all, let me say that I like nametags. I really do. I like them because my memory is terrible. But people have the wrong idea about them. Do you remember that teacher in high school that was always looking about a foot lower than your eyes when you were talking to him? Funny, that's right where a nametag would be, isn't it. So I see someone I know, let's say at the mom's group, and I don't remember what her name is for the life of me, even though I talked to her about 20 times. Blank. So we get coffee at the same time and start to talk - again, picking right up where we left off last time. Now, she has great eye contact, so she's going to notice when I'm not looking at her eyes. But I really want to know (again!) what her name is. But if I look at her name tag, she'll think either 1) She really doesn't know my name yet? I've told her 4 times! or 2) She's like that high school teacher I used to have. Boy, he drove me nuts.

So, I vote everyone puts their name tag on their pant leg, or let's all wear headbands with our nametag sticking up. That way when they look down to stir their coffee, clean shot. Or let's just wear them on our foreheads. Hey, better yet, let's everyone wear them on our chins! Yeah! Then everyone would know everyone's name cause they would be able to look at their name tag whenever they want, and we'd never spill our coffee on our shirts, cause we'd have our own little personal drip guard. And you could be laughing, besides! Boy, I'm smart! Let's hear it for chin tags! Chin Tags! Hip hip, horray! Hehehe, I think I'm funny! Don't you love it when you can laugh at your own jokes? Even if no one else does? :)

Monday, November 14, 2005

Coulda, Shoulda, Woulda

I shoulda spent less time worrying about what I felt like doing.
I shoulda cherished every moment with the ones I live with - so often "routine" and "responsability" seemed more important.
I shoulda spent less time reading magazines and information, and more time in God's Word.
I shoulda spent more time OBEYING the Word. Period.
I coulda spent less time worrying about what people thought of me, and I shoulda spent less time thinking about what I think of them!
I coulda spent less time wondering how people would remember me, and more time doing something about it.
I shoulda treasured every second with family - I remember crying once at the table at Thanksgiving because I felt so blessed - it's a different kind of cry now.
If this is what I will be saying someday, I woulda done something about it.

Tuesday, November 08, 2005

Ode To My Earings

I love my earings. The big ones that you can see through my hair. The kind that accent an outfit (which is limited in public due to nursing). The kind that make a statement! Confession: I bought a shirt once to match a pair of earings I had. I love to organize them by color. RED, PINK, ORANGE, YELLOW, GREEN, BLUES, PURPLE, BLACK, WHITE, SILVER.

The key is to match my earings, socks, and underwear to my outfit. Don't worry, I won't take a picture of my underwear. If my socks, underwear, earings, and outfit don't match, you've caught me on a bad bad bad day. Which tells you I must have a lot of socks and underwear too, right? Clearance! I can just picture what your faces are saying as you read this. "Is she for real?! I don't think she's kidding." Nope, not kidding. Must be some more OCD? Who knows.

P.S. It's 2 am. The person who invented the phrase "sleeping like a baby" could not have had an infant.

Monday, November 07, 2005

More things I love

More things I love:
1) Solitare
2) My purse

I bought this really cute functional purse a few months ago. I was very excited! It was at a garage sale for 2 dollars with the tags still on it from Kohl's.

3) Kohl's

So I'm loving this purse, feeling very stylish of course. Then Ms. Tiffany comes along.

4) Tiffany

I had a black diaper bag to use for her, and it matched my lovely purse. Well, my purse has been put in the "later" part of the house (things I know I'll use someday - this part of the house drives Harry nuts). My "wallet" is now in the diaper bag, along with my makeup. Goodbye, my beautiful purse. I'll dig you back out when I'm done having kids? Now, back to number 3. I love Kohl's. The reason I love Kohl's is because of the CLEARANCE RACKS!

5) Clearance

Once upon a time, I bought 3 pair of jeans that were very much clearanced out. The tags were orange and marked $1.00 on each of them. Woo hoo! I try them on, and they fit great! Bring them to the checkout, and the lady tells me my total. $1.00 + tax, of course. WHAT? It was another 66% off of the orange sticker price - this made my month! You can't beat 33 cent jeans that you wear all the time. These 3 pair of jeans now are also in the "later" section. Not sure I'll be that size again. So I didn't fit into any of my jeans after having Tiffany. So I make a trip back to Kohl's. This time I find $8.00 jeans. Now, under most circumstances this would be a great deal, right? But then the thought comes: 33 cents - oooooh, $8.00 now seems like full price (which was actually $32.00). Did I mention I love clearance racks? So, after much thought, I decided that I can't just buy the jeans (2 item rule). So I look through the $2.00 racks. Find a shirt that I enjoy. Buy them both together. Total comes to $10 something. Mission accomplished.

Wednesday, November 02, 2005

Wal-Mart and Things I Love

I love paper. All colors and prints. If there's paper at any garage sale, you can pretty much plan on me picking it up for 50 cents when I could get it for a dollar in Wal-Mart. And I love Wal-Mart. So much, in fact, that I am limiting myself to 2 trips a month. One in Cedar Falls for groceries and things, and one in Waverly for anything that comes up unexpectedly (paper, light bulbs, paper, laundry soap, paper, etc.)....(I've really eased up on buying paper unless it's a scrapbooking need). And I think this is going to save me money, right? So, we get our groceries and everything - everything - we need for the whole month hoping not to have to go back all month long, as much as I enjoy my Wal-Mart. So I'm going to figure out today if I actually saved any money doing this.

I have a little quirk about myself - can't get me on this one, guys - I can't just buy one item. Anywhere. Anytime. I have to buy two things. So let's say I need batteries. I go into my lovely Wal-Mart and get the AAs. Uh-oh. That's one packaged item. I can't get myself to get in line at the checkout. So, I search my brain for anything ELSE that I might need. Do I have dish soap, toilet paper, window cleaner, LemiShine (for hard water spots in the dishwasher - it's the BEST!), paper? Yes? Well, then I guess I could buy a loaf of bread and freeze it 'til we need it. So that's exactly what I do. To this day, I have bought one item at a store twice. Ever. And both of them haunt me.

So Wal-Mart benefits from OCD people like me, ya' see. Which makes me wonder if I'm better off going all out once a month, or buying one extra item a couple times a week. Does anyone know?

What else do I love, you ask? I love:
1) My family, of course
2) My squishy pillows
3) Free stuff
4) Garage sales
5) Texas Roadhouse
6) The smell of pencils
7) Staying warm
8) Coloring with good ol' crayons
9) Kissing my husband
10) Clearance racks
11) Seinfeld
12) Cow stuff
13) Swimming
14) Doing nothing (might be my favorite)
15) Disney movies
16) Wedding Receptions

That's what I love that wouldn't be obvious to the world. Want to know what I really really don't like?

1) Dishes - they're never done.
2) Bugs - if I had 3 wishes, one of them would be that there are NO MORE BUGS. Ever.
3) Anything uneven