I was listening to the radio the other day and they were talking about missionaries and being overseas "roughing it" (sorry if anything was understood wrong here - I was changing diapers and wondering if lunch was burning as I listened). One woman met a 10 year old girl, her younger sister, and older brother. Their mother had passed away - she was a prostitute. The middle girl does everything she can to provide for her brother and sister, working in an all day factory job for next to nothing in profit. Their home has no washer/drier, fridge, sink. . . . beds. . . . light . . . extra clothing, you get the picture. They have an outhouse 3 blocks from their home. 3 blocks. No "toilet" closer than that.
This woman asked how much it was to build an outhouse onto their home. 24 US dollars. She gave them the money and weeks later received a photograph in the mail with the 3 children with their new addition onto their home in the background . . . and they were smiling. This had changed their life. 24 dollars. Now, I can't help but shed tears when I think of what one of those families would do for the uncontaminated water that goes down my kitchen drain every day - from rinsing dishes before they go into the dishwasher. Running water for 10 seconds just to wait for it to get warm. . . that would be unheard of. They might not even have dishes to clean. And here I sit in a heated home with food in the fridge if I get hungry and a healthy husband and children. Not to get you down today, but why aren't we over there living that life? Why do we think we are entitled to everything we think we want? They were excited about a toilet for cryin' out loud! New clothes, fruit snacks, calendars, microwavable lunches, and heaven forbid us having to park in a full parking lot and walk 200 feet into Kohl's in the cold weather to Christmas shop for our healthy loved ones. We have vehicles to drive, resources of any sort, helpful neighbors, people that pray for us, and give us gifts on our birthday because we are loved.
How can I look at my surroundings and still have one ounce of unthankfulness? I spent 24 dollars on gas the other day. Groceries. McDonalds (although it's been a couple months). I'm a little torn this holiday season. How can I teach my children to possibly begin to fathom everything they have when I have trouble with it myself?
Tuesday, November 21, 2006
Monday, November 13, 2006
Ten Words
Ran into a great blog with this on it. "Alexandra Stoddard, in her book Feeling At Home, said '...write down the ten word symbols that tell who you truly are. Don't think. Your subconscious does all the work. Be there to record what emerges from the deepest recesses of your heart. This may be one of the sweetest moments of your entire life. Try it, and see for yourself how you feel.'"
I thought it would be neat to try, so here goes:
1. Behind
2. Comfortable
3. Games
4. Groceries
5. Kids
6. Wife
7. Stories
8. Accommodating
9. Surrendering
10. Peaceful
Try it out.
I thought it would be neat to try, so here goes:
1. Behind
2. Comfortable
3. Games
4. Groceries
5. Kids
6. Wife
7. Stories
8. Accommodating
9. Surrendering
10. Peaceful
Try it out.
Friday, November 10, 2006
Today.
Okay, I just made Spiced Pumpkin Tartlets. They are AWESOME! I hope they make it to craft night tonight. I'll have to limit myself to 3 . . . or 5 would be okay I guess.
Went grocery shopping today and spent $35.25 on groceries. Not bad. The egg nog won't last long, either. Mixed with mostly milk - new craving. OH! Wanna know my brand-spanking new craving? The Farting Goat has chicken wings. Breaded. Chubby Style. Yum. They are the best when the sauce hasn't gotten to the breaded part yet and it's still crunchy. I'm hungry.
I sit here at my kitchen table with the curtains open watching the big heavy wet drops of snow fall all over my van. Maybe I should get a scraper this year, eh? Nothing like waiting for the first big snowfall, Amie. Good work.
I need to go gather my crafting things for tonight - I'm bringing Olivia (7) if she wants to go - she loves being crafty and I don't let her do it near enough. She can have tartlets and hot chocolate with me. . . right after she clears off my van. I'm not really that mean. . . well, unless I can make some sort of game out of it - then her brother can join in.
Went grocery shopping today and spent $35.25 on groceries. Not bad. The egg nog won't last long, either. Mixed with mostly milk - new craving. OH! Wanna know my brand-spanking new craving? The Farting Goat has chicken wings. Breaded. Chubby Style. Yum. They are the best when the sauce hasn't gotten to the breaded part yet and it's still crunchy. I'm hungry.
I sit here at my kitchen table with the curtains open watching the big heavy wet drops of snow fall all over my van. Maybe I should get a scraper this year, eh? Nothing like waiting for the first big snowfall, Amie. Good work.
I need to go gather my crafting things for tonight - I'm bringing Olivia (7) if she wants to go - she loves being crafty and I don't let her do it near enough. She can have tartlets and hot chocolate with me. . . right after she clears off my van. I'm not really that mean. . . well, unless I can make some sort of game out of it - then her brother can join in.
Tuesday, November 07, 2006
What's that about?!
Harry is taking me up into the air once in a while and it looks really high up. I'm not deathly afraid of heights or anything, but we always manage to get back on solid ground before I get too scared. But not this time. The hugest tree I've ever seen. He thought it would be fun to go that high. So he takes me in his arms and up we go (how, I don't know - so don't ask). Sidenote: love his arms. Moving on ... err ... up, that is. I am freaked out. I have no idea how high he's going, but he's looking pretty excited to be going up so high. I start mimmering and feel a little sick, and finally get out the words (this is when the person at the bottom of the HUGE tree looked like an ant and I could see the top of the tree), "okay, that's high enough!".
He says, "Okay, here we go!" And I am not kidding you, I feel a lump in my belly move all the way up to my throat and I'm hanging on by the end of his shirt at this point for DEAR LIFE. We are ziplining to the ground. Not a straight down fall, but going at about a 38 degree angle... F-A-S-T. I scream the piercing kind of scream all the way down to the grass. Seemed like eternity to get there. Oh, the lovely grass. Didn't hurt to land. Then instead of beating him with any energy I had left, I kissed him - a lot.
Then his pocket made noise. Why? His grandma was calling his cell phone. Thank you Grandma for waking me up. I go into the kitchen feeling a panic in the depths of me and still trying to open my eyes. Harry is leaving for work and laughs at my plea for life at 5:30 am. Please don't do that again, honey! Poor guy. He's endured me actually hitting him when I wake up becase I was so furious by what he did in my dreams. Poor, poor guy. My constant vivid dreams are rarely a good thing. So needless to say, I will not ever - in - my - life go parasailing thank you very much. I'll be the ant by the tree.
He says, "Okay, here we go!" And I am not kidding you, I feel a lump in my belly move all the way up to my throat and I'm hanging on by the end of his shirt at this point for DEAR LIFE. We are ziplining to the ground. Not a straight down fall, but going at about a 38 degree angle... F-A-S-T. I scream the piercing kind of scream all the way down to the grass. Seemed like eternity to get there. Oh, the lovely grass. Didn't hurt to land. Then instead of beating him with any energy I had left, I kissed him - a lot.
Then his pocket made noise. Why? His grandma was calling his cell phone. Thank you Grandma for waking me up. I go into the kitchen feeling a panic in the depths of me and still trying to open my eyes. Harry is leaving for work and laughs at my plea for life at 5:30 am. Please don't do that again, honey! Poor guy. He's endured me actually hitting him when I wake up becase I was so furious by what he did in my dreams. Poor, poor guy. My constant vivid dreams are rarely a good thing. So needless to say, I will not ever - in - my - life go parasailing thank you very much. I'll be the ant by the tree.
Friday, October 27, 2006
Beef - meister
Why am I "Beefy"? I'm so glad you asked.
1. I love cows.
2. I am a black belt in TaeKwondo.
3. I love cow print anything.
4. I broke the push-up record in our school at 135 . . . and no, not on my knees.
5. I collect cows.
6. They just started calling me Beefy.
7. Moo.
Not that it's a compliment to be called a cow.
MOOOooooving on. Haven't had a whole lot to post about lately. Same old mess, same old "could use a little extra money" thing, same old "getting bigger" speech (and yes, I'm pregnant Mel), but I am very happy to report that my scrapbooking retreat is LESS than one week away now! :) I'm very excited, but will be WAY excited when I get all packed up and ready for it. My sister is coming with me, did I mention that? I'm stoked! Is that a word? That's all I got today.
1. I love cows.
2. I am a black belt in TaeKwondo.
3. I love cow print anything.
4. I broke the push-up record in our school at 135 . . . and no, not on my knees.
5. I collect cows.
6. They just started calling me Beefy.
7. Moo.
Not that it's a compliment to be called a cow.
MOOOooooving on. Haven't had a whole lot to post about lately. Same old mess, same old "could use a little extra money" thing, same old "getting bigger" speech (and yes, I'm pregnant Mel), but I am very happy to report that my scrapbooking retreat is LESS than one week away now! :) I'm very excited, but will be WAY excited when I get all packed up and ready for it. My sister is coming with me, did I mention that? I'm stoked! Is that a word? That's all I got today.
Tuesday, October 17, 2006
Paul Harvey's On-Air Prayer
"Heavenly Father, we come before you today to ask your forgiveness and to seek your direction and guidance."
"We know Your Word says, "Woe to those who call evil good," but that is exactly what we have done. We have lost our spiritual equilibrium and reversed our values. We have exploited the poor and called it the lottery. We have rewarded laziness and called it welfare. We have killed our unborn and called it choice. We have shot abortionists and called it justifiable. We have neglected to discipline our children and called it building self esteem. We have abused power and called it politics. We have coveted our neighbor's possessions and called it ambition. We have polluted the air with profanity and pornography and called it freedom of expression. We have ridiculed the time-honored values of our forefathers and called it enlightenment. Search us, Oh God, and know our hearts today; cleanse us from every sin and set us free. Amen!"
Commentator Paul Harvey aired this prayer on his radio program, "The Rest of the Story," and received a larger response to this program than any other he has ever aired. With the Lord's help, may this prayer sweep over our nation and wholeheartedly become our desire so that we again can be called "One nation under God."
"We know Your Word says, "Woe to those who call evil good," but that is exactly what we have done. We have lost our spiritual equilibrium and reversed our values. We have exploited the poor and called it the lottery. We have rewarded laziness and called it welfare. We have killed our unborn and called it choice. We have shot abortionists and called it justifiable. We have neglected to discipline our children and called it building self esteem. We have abused power and called it politics. We have coveted our neighbor's possessions and called it ambition. We have polluted the air with profanity and pornography and called it freedom of expression. We have ridiculed the time-honored values of our forefathers and called it enlightenment. Search us, Oh God, and know our hearts today; cleanse us from every sin and set us free. Amen!"
Commentator Paul Harvey aired this prayer on his radio program, "The Rest of the Story," and received a larger response to this program than any other he has ever aired. With the Lord's help, may this prayer sweep over our nation and wholeheartedly become our desire so that we again can be called "One nation under God."
Sunday, October 15, 2006
Keeping Busy as Kids
I have this habit of watching movies over and over again until I have them memorized. Granted, I haven't been able to learn a new one for a couple years, but I still remember the ones I've learned. A few are as follows:
You've Got Mail
Liar Liar
Jumpin' Jack Flash
Finding Nemo
Aladdin
Winnie the Pooh and the Honey Tree
and....
The Little Mermaid
Now we used to take trips to Minnesota when we were little - 5 or 6 hours in the car. How did we keep busy?? My sisters used to use me as a human VCR. Any movie they wanted to see, they just put the imaginary tape in my mouth and pushed play (my nose). I'd recite the movie just as it is, and sometimes they'd fast forward and rewind just for fun. I usually kept up with them.
What else did we do in the car, you ask??
The Yay and Boo Game! TELL me you've played this. If not, make your kids. It's great fun. While driving, wave at cars (when you get good at the game, you'll be choosy about who you wave to) and if they wave back, you get 1 point. If they don't see you, you get 0. If they see you and don't wave back, well, then you get -1.
The alphabet game. Find letters A through Z in order one by one. I don't think we ever beat my dad at this game - and he was most always the driver. Either he's really GOOD or we really stunk. It has to be the first of the two. If anyone of us ever beat him, there was probably some cheating going on. If there was only 2 or 3 players, sometimes we said the letters aloud as we saw them, and then only one person could use the Q on Dairy Queen if we all saw it. The easier way was to do it silently and just say "Z!" when you get there. Letters you get stuck on are J, K, Q, X (unless you are on the interstate with EXIT signs), and Z.
Then there was the obvious, "Do I need to turn this car around?" game, or "Do I need to pull over?" game was okay, too. My brother sat in the back seat on the drivers side usually, with me next to him, and the guy has to part his stinkin' knees about as far as they would stretch and here I am cramped up in the middle and my sister on the other side. Then the middle sister sat in the front in between Mom and Dad. So then we have the "Jerry's hogging the whole back seat and I can't even move my legs" game. Those usually ended with the obvious first two games of the paragraph. We all know he would have pulled the car over. No empty threats from my parents. Ever. Good work, guys.
But the highlight of the trips may have been "THE Ski Hill". That was the landmark that told us we were almost there (unless we took the trip to the cabin with no stops). None of my or my sibling's kids have gotten even remotely close to being as excited about this landmark. Could it be all the room they have to play in the vans and toys to keep them occupied? Do they even know what the yay and boo game is??? Will they ever play tin can alley (kick the can)??? Ghost in the graveyard??? Red Rover?? Croquet?? Tag - water balloon fights - snow angels - King on the Mountain?? Come on! When was the last time you saw kids outside playing Annie Annie Over? What ever happened to Do-Overs? Are the classic games lost somewhere in the midst of portable DVD players and iPods and Playstations? For cryin' out loud - these gAmEs WiLL NOT DIE!!!
HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
What? NO, I don't need sleep! What kind of question is that?
You've Got Mail
Liar Liar
Jumpin' Jack Flash
Finding Nemo
Aladdin
Winnie the Pooh and the Honey Tree
and....
The Little Mermaid
Now we used to take trips to Minnesota when we were little - 5 or 6 hours in the car. How did we keep busy?? My sisters used to use me as a human VCR. Any movie they wanted to see, they just put the imaginary tape in my mouth and pushed play (my nose). I'd recite the movie just as it is, and sometimes they'd fast forward and rewind just for fun. I usually kept up with them.
What else did we do in the car, you ask??
The Yay and Boo Game! TELL me you've played this. If not, make your kids. It's great fun. While driving, wave at cars (when you get good at the game, you'll be choosy about who you wave to) and if they wave back, you get 1 point. If they don't see you, you get 0. If they see you and don't wave back, well, then you get -1.
The alphabet game. Find letters A through Z in order one by one. I don't think we ever beat my dad at this game - and he was most always the driver. Either he's really GOOD or we really stunk. It has to be the first of the two. If anyone of us ever beat him, there was probably some cheating going on. If there was only 2 or 3 players, sometimes we said the letters aloud as we saw them, and then only one person could use the Q on Dairy Queen if we all saw it. The easier way was to do it silently and just say "Z!" when you get there. Letters you get stuck on are J, K, Q, X (unless you are on the interstate with EXIT signs), and Z.
Then there was the obvious, "Do I need to turn this car around?" game, or "Do I need to pull over?" game was okay, too. My brother sat in the back seat on the drivers side usually, with me next to him, and the guy has to part his stinkin' knees about as far as they would stretch and here I am cramped up in the middle and my sister on the other side. Then the middle sister sat in the front in between Mom and Dad. So then we have the "Jerry's hogging the whole back seat and I can't even move my legs" game. Those usually ended with the obvious first two games of the paragraph. We all know he would have pulled the car over. No empty threats from my parents. Ever. Good work, guys.
But the highlight of the trips may have been "THE Ski Hill". That was the landmark that told us we were almost there (unless we took the trip to the cabin with no stops). None of my or my sibling's kids have gotten even remotely close to being as excited about this landmark. Could it be all the room they have to play in the vans and toys to keep them occupied? Do they even know what the yay and boo game is??? Will they ever play tin can alley (kick the can)??? Ghost in the graveyard??? Red Rover?? Croquet?? Tag - water balloon fights - snow angels - King on the Mountain?? Come on! When was the last time you saw kids outside playing Annie Annie Over? What ever happened to Do-Overs? Are the classic games lost somewhere in the midst of portable DVD players and iPods and Playstations? For cryin' out loud - these gAmEs WiLL NOT DIE!!!
HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
What? NO, I don't need sleep! What kind of question is that?
Wednesday, October 11, 2006
Out of the closet.
Left side: (In order) navy blue, white, grey, and black shirtsRight side: It's a rainbow!!!
Left side shelf: Jeans
Right side shelf: PJ pants and other pants
Guess which side is mine. This might help you.
FYI: Harry's shirts don't get to see how soft they have the potential to be. They don't see the drier, well...that's not comletely true. They see it from the outside while they are hanging to dry....and a select few I've personally chosen get to rejoice with all the other clothes once in a while as they tumble happily round and round. Those are the "special shirts" though. The ripped and holey Harley shirts don't qualify. If they ever heard me say that, though, they would have me for breakfast. They far outnumber and outweigh me. I don't remember the last time Harry has purchased a Harley shirt.....hmm. Which tells you he's been collecting these for at least 20 years. He got rid of over 10 of them last year at a garage sale. $1 per shirt. One person bought all of them. So, we're out. We've blogged out of the closet.
Thursday, October 05, 2006
Monday, October 02, 2006
Monday
"Are you going to come quietly, or do I have to use earplugs?"
There are millions of people thinner than I, and millions of people bigger. But I did NOT enjoy a feeling over the weekend. Pregnant as I may be, Saturday I took a couple of steps at work and felt my butt jiggle as I walked. What a stupid blog, right? I know. Really. I do. BUT......put in the earplugs! It's funny to make your butt jiggle on purpose, not so funny when it just does it on its own. I'd rather not have to buy all new jeans after this baby, ya' know. Like I'd buy new jeans anyway - I'd end up shuffling through the garage sale tables. That's really not the point, though. Hey, could it possibly be all the junk I eat all the time? Maybe I'll look into that.
On a much better note, Tiffany and I read a book before bed at night. We have mostly read "Time For Bed" - Time for bed little calf, little calf. What happened today that made you laugh?. It's been our book. Lately, I'm loving "Just In Case You Ever Wonder" though. I will give you the last page, it's very sweet, and I'm betting some of you have it.
In heaven you are so close to God that He will hug you, just like I hug you.
It's going to be wonderful. I will be there, too. I promise.
We will be there together, forever. Remember that . . .
just in case you ever wonder.
Butt jiggles and Bedtime books are all you get today.
There are millions of people thinner than I, and millions of people bigger. But I did NOT enjoy a feeling over the weekend. Pregnant as I may be, Saturday I took a couple of steps at work and felt my butt jiggle as I walked. What a stupid blog, right? I know. Really. I do. BUT......put in the earplugs! It's funny to make your butt jiggle on purpose, not so funny when it just does it on its own. I'd rather not have to buy all new jeans after this baby, ya' know. Like I'd buy new jeans anyway - I'd end up shuffling through the garage sale tables. That's really not the point, though. Hey, could it possibly be all the junk I eat all the time? Maybe I'll look into that.
On a much better note, Tiffany and I read a book before bed at night. We have mostly read "Time For Bed" - Time for bed little calf, little calf. What happened today that made you laugh?. It's been our book. Lately, I'm loving "Just In Case You Ever Wonder" though. I will give you the last page, it's very sweet, and I'm betting some of you have it.
In heaven you are so close to God that He will hug you, just like I hug you.
It's going to be wonderful. I will be there, too. I promise.
We will be there together, forever. Remember that . . .
just in case you ever wonder.
Butt jiggles and Bedtime books are all you get today.
Tuesday, September 26, 2006
Just to blog again...
So, today is our IowaFathers.com meeting. Every tuesday my house smells like chocolate and some kind of chili-konkokshuun :) I did that because I don't, in reality, know how to spell it (I got as far as 'con'). Today it's chocolate chip cookies, chili, Twizzlers, Cheetos, and Nips - love Nips. Is that man food, or what? All in all, we have quite a bit of females in the group, too. Who else would volunteer to feed 'em every week? Any takers? I'm sure you guys would be much better at throwing things together than I am!
Yesterday, we ...... I canned tomatoes. Harry worked. All day. Left at 5:40 am and got home 8:30 pm - what a man. Put some stuff on e-Bay Sunday night - 14 items ranging from a HD torque plate set to maternity and baby clothes to a framed and matted Marilyn Monroe stamp thing-a-ma-bobber....it's stated differently in the actual auction. And....my parents came over for a few hours on Sunday - know what we did? Froze corn. All afternoon. 80 cups. They visit, and we put them to work. Isn't that nice of us? Mmmmmmmmm, sure is good in the winter time! Mom gave me her housekeeping secrets, so this week I'm trying to put them to use. Come on over next week and see if it made any difference, would ya'? If it didn't, lie. Please. :) Dad had a lot of fun with Tiffany, I think. They might even be pals now. They brought pictures from vacation and here's me and the man that takes care of me. Look closely - who's paddling and steering?? just kidding - actually, my feet and hand were just resting in the right places to make it look like I do the work, which is usually how it works out anyway.
Yesterday, we ...... I canned tomatoes. Harry worked. All day. Left at 5:40 am and got home 8:30 pm - what a man. Put some stuff on e-Bay Sunday night - 14 items ranging from a HD torque plate set to maternity and baby clothes to a framed and matted Marilyn Monroe stamp thing-a-ma-bobber....it's stated differently in the actual auction. And....my parents came over for a few hours on Sunday - know what we did? Froze corn. All afternoon. 80 cups. They visit, and we put them to work. Isn't that nice of us? Mmmmmmmmm, sure is good in the winter time! Mom gave me her housekeeping secrets, so this week I'm trying to put them to use. Come on over next week and see if it made any difference, would ya'? If it didn't, lie. Please. :) Dad had a lot of fun with Tiffany, I think. They might even be pals now. They brought pictures from vacation and here's me and the man that takes care of me. Look closely - who's paddling and steering?? just kidding - actually, my feet and hand were just resting in the right places to make it look like I do the work, which is usually how it works out anyway.
I don't have a whole lot to say today, I guess. Just sitting here eating the "reject" cookies from the batch. It's quite possible that I ruined them on purpose. Oh, yeah! Garage sale next week - I'm having one. Anyone have stuff to sell? Lemme know! We'll put an ad in the paper and get some tables. More stuff, more people. Okay, I have to finish my chili and sweep my floor - it's not funny....I haven't cleaned it since corn and tomatoes. Aren't you glad you wasted that 4 minutes reading my blog today? lol, I know you are.
Tuesday, September 19, 2006
Already?!
Ahh, the sound of paper ripping.....
tissue paper crumpling.....
the Happy Birthday song....
the look on a one-year old's face with a lit candle on a whole cake all to herself.....
the sound of warm water running to clean up this:
There was no puking, no crying, and no stopping this little girl from devouring her own big fat cake. My baby is one. She's seen the "outside world" for one whole year. As I went through her baby book to fill in her birthday activities, I was skimming through the pages.....so much of what I wrote down about her first months I had already forgotten about! I don't know what to write about today, other than how much I love my baby and how every quality minute I spend with her goes by too fast. If I don't stop to breathe in the days, they will pass me by. They already are. :) Here's to smelling the roses....
Friday, September 08, 2006
Baby Tag
All about me! Tiffany, that is.3 Things That Scare Me
Being without Mommy and Daddy
The end of chocolate
A missing bottle
3 Things I Love
My sister
My piano
Music
3 Things I Hate
Diaper Rash
Loud people when I'm trying to sleep
Being without sweets
3 Things I Don't Understand
How Daddy makes that duck noise with his mouth, but it's funny!
Why Mommy doesn't let me have chocolate for snacktime
What's the big deal about Cheerios?
3 Things On My Floor
Food that I drop there for snacks later when I get hungry.
ALL....I mean A-L-L of my toys.
A new kitten that needs a new home because the smell of kitty litter makes mommy gag.
(sidenote: Anyone want an adorable tiny kitten that is litter trained already????? Very cute and quiet and playful)
3 Things I'm Doing Right Now
Sleeping
Dreaming of chocolate
Making that little lip movement - dreaming about my bottle of juice
3 Things I Want To Do Before I Die
Scrapbook with Mommy
Have a whole cake all to myself
Experience hot lunch at school
3 Ways To Describe My Personality
Determined!
Hungry
In-the-action
3 Things You Should Listen To
Mommy - she's always right. can't that count for 3 things? I feel very strongly about this.
3 Things You Should Never Listen To
My brother - he's a bad influence. All you'll learn from him is armpit farting. Which I think is quite amusing for a boy to do.....it even makes me laugh....but I will never armpit fart.
The "no singing at the table" rule - who made that rule anyway? It was Grandpa, wasn't it.
The word "no". This word is trouble.
3 Absolute Favorite Foods
Chocolate
Yogurt
Fruit - covered in chocolate if applicable.
3 Things I'd Like To Learn
TaeKwondo - just like Mommy.
The art of Scrapbooking.
How to make that noise Daddy makes - you know, that duck noise.
3 Beverages I Drink Regularly
Milk (chocolate milk if I can talk Mommy into it - Daddy's easy....note to self: get bottle from Daddy)
Apple Juice
All other kinds of juice
3 Shows I Watch
What's a show? Sometimes I watch bits of movies if one is already playing. But, what's a show?
Babies I Tag:
Madyson
Any other baby that has not been tagged
Tagged, Yeah!
1. What was your favorite thing about being a kid?
The swimming pool e-v-e-r-y day in the summer, and putting on the practice green until someone could pick me up.
2. What was your favorite subject in school?
Keyboarding. Not kidding. Well, or band and choir and study hall and music theory and math classes. Get me OUT of science or history, though.
3. Who was your best friend when you were 10?
Catherine. When we were starting middle school, her mom made her "break up with me" because we merged schools and popularity was very important to her mother. We cried together, I remember her being SO upset with her mom. We were "secret" best friends. It was very dramatic. LOL Funny how we ended up popular "separately", isn't it.
4. . If you could be any animal what would you be?
I would like to say I'd be on top of the food chain, but who would want hairballs? Maybe I am an animal. Maybe a kangaroo would be fun....then I could hop around, and hold onto my babies and be hands free forever!
5. What would you change about your school, occupation, life right now?
Naps. I want naps.
6. What's your favorite color?
Pink, I think.
7. What's your favorite type of crust and topping on a pizza?Pan Pizza from Pizza Hut - extra cheese. Or EBD Pizza - Thuringer and Sausage. Or OP Pizza - BBQ. Don't laugh at me, I'm pregnant and hungry.
I tag --Natalie
The swimming pool e-v-e-r-y day in the summer, and putting on the practice green until someone could pick me up.
2. What was your favorite subject in school?
Keyboarding. Not kidding. Well, or band and choir and study hall and music theory and math classes. Get me OUT of science or history, though.
3. Who was your best friend when you were 10?
Catherine. When we were starting middle school, her mom made her "break up with me" because we merged schools and popularity was very important to her mother. We cried together, I remember her being SO upset with her mom. We were "secret" best friends. It was very dramatic. LOL Funny how we ended up popular "separately", isn't it.
4. . If you could be any animal what would you be?
I would like to say I'd be on top of the food chain, but who would want hairballs? Maybe I am an animal. Maybe a kangaroo would be fun....then I could hop around, and hold onto my babies and be hands free forever!
5. What would you change about your school, occupation, life right now?
Naps. I want naps.
6. What's your favorite color?
Pink, I think.
7. What's your favorite type of crust and topping on a pizza?Pan Pizza from Pizza Hut - extra cheese. Or EBD Pizza - Thuringer and Sausage. Or OP Pizza - BBQ. Don't laugh at me, I'm pregnant and hungry.
I tag --Natalie
Come on, who REALLY missed me?
It's been a summer of Cheerios and Planning and Laundry. My better half took care of getting us back online. Wasn't that nice of him? I'm sure you all appreciate that, too because now you can read my ramblings again. :) Welcome.
Now the real trick of it is figuring out how far back to read on all of yours to catch up on everything. Maybe I'll tackle that this week. Today I am organizing my craft things because TONIGHT IS CRAFT NIGHT!!! I believe I have taken it over because Michelle is gone *tear*. It may possibly never be the same. I'll just pretend that she'll be there, and then something last-minute came up and she had to (keep) miss(ing).
I am assuming that Yahoo can be on my Outlook Express, so I need some ID ideas. mylastname6@yahoo.com maybe. Got any good ones?
Other items up for bid? I'll think about it and write about something a little more eventful next time. Oh, other than the 2008 Presidential Candidate, Mr. Klein, is speaking in CF Tuesday about shared physical placement - that will be fun! K, I have stuff to do. Later bloggers!
Now the real trick of it is figuring out how far back to read on all of yours to catch up on everything. Maybe I'll tackle that this week. Today I am organizing my craft things because TONIGHT IS CRAFT NIGHT!!! I believe I have taken it over because Michelle is gone *tear*. It may possibly never be the same. I'll just pretend that she'll be there, and then something last-minute came up and she had to (keep) miss(ing).
I am assuming that Yahoo can be on my Outlook Express, so I need some ID ideas. mylastname6@yahoo.com maybe. Got any good ones?
Other items up for bid? I'll think about it and write about something a little more eventful next time. Oh, other than the 2008 Presidential Candidate, Mr. Klein, is speaking in CF Tuesday about shared physical placement - that will be fun! K, I have stuff to do. Later bloggers!
Monday, July 10, 2006
All and Nothing
Good Grief, June 25th is my last blog?? Save me people. Besides being baptized yesterday (YAY!), I don't think I have anything to write about. I look around the room and think, "hmm, what can I take a picture of and blog about to show people how much of a dork I am?" but alas, nothing comes to mind - or eyes I guess. Then I could pretend it was Thursday and blog about my favorite 13 colors, but then I might lose visitors. I am in desperate need of a scrapbooking day - or week for that matter! I won't take a picture of the spare/craft/scrapbooking/sewing/Tupperware/computer room because you'd never come to my house again. It's that bad. And my sister is staying here next week. She can sleep on the tote of garage sale things we've gotten for Christmas this year so far, or the laundry basket filled with parade items for IowaFathers.com, or she could even sleep on all my embelishments for scrapbooking, paper, box of pictures from the 70s, tools, letter trays, picture frames, envelopes with who-knows-what-in-them-but-don't-want-to-throw-them-away-or-go-through-them stack. That's right, I'd rather blog. about nothing. Suppose I should clean it before she comes next week? lol, or make her do it? I wouldn't do that, Bren.
I do have to go through my things down here and take a load to T&T. Hey, is there anywhere else I could bring this stuff? Like, a donation place where they just give it to people that need it? Not where they can take a shirt I've had for 12 years and mark 3.50 on it. Any churches around here do donations like that? Shopping at T&T is like an overpriced garage sale lately. Okay, I'll tell you one little thing before I go. I CAN'T STAND it when the person having the garage sale follows you around and tells you what everything is and how reasonable of a price it is because they bought it for twice that 50 years ago. lol I always try to change the subject, anyone else? TELL me that's happened to you at a garage sale? Cuz if it hasn't, I'm a garage sale junky - and that's never good. WOW - always and never in the same blog. Awefully strong for a blog about nothing. I can't promise anything, but I'll try to be more interesting next time. You can't help but read it anyway. :) You're sick.
I do have to go through my things down here and take a load to T&T. Hey, is there anywhere else I could bring this stuff? Like, a donation place where they just give it to people that need it? Not where they can take a shirt I've had for 12 years and mark 3.50 on it. Any churches around here do donations like that? Shopping at T&T is like an overpriced garage sale lately. Okay, I'll tell you one little thing before I go. I CAN'T STAND it when the person having the garage sale follows you around and tells you what everything is and how reasonable of a price it is because they bought it for twice that 50 years ago. lol I always try to change the subject, anyone else? TELL me that's happened to you at a garage sale? Cuz if it hasn't, I'm a garage sale junky - and that's never good. WOW - always and never in the same blog. Awefully strong for a blog about nothing. I can't promise anything, but I'll try to be more interesting next time. You can't help but read it anyway. :) You're sick.
Sunday, June 25, 2006
Friday, June 23, 2006
SOAP
S-2 Kings 10, 30-31. Nonetheless the Lrd said to Jehu, "You have done well in following my instructions to destroy the family of Ahab. Bcause of this I will cause your descendants to be the kings of Israel down to the fourth generation." But Jehu did not obey the law of the Lord, the God of Israel, with all his heart. He refused to turn from the sins of the idolatry that Jeroboam had led Israel to commit.
O-Jehu killed many men for the Lord and followed instructions exactly of what the Lord wanted, but his heart wasn't in it. If we did that today, it'd be the end of the light of day for us! I wonder if I would be so willing to DO great things for the Lord? And if it would mean as much to Him as if "just" my heart were His? I can go through the motions of the "Christian life" and most likely not-a-one would second-guess the purity of my heart. Maybe that's where I am today.
A-I read the laws of God and try to obey them to the best of my ability (or at least what I see as "good enough"), but how much of that is because I "should" and how much is because the Lord lives in my heart? And who on earth would think to question my motives?
P-Lord, I thank you for showing me this scripture - I obviously need a heart transplant. I am so sorry for going through my routine every day with a selfish heart. Make me a new Christian! I need guidance to stop being an instrument, and start being a servant for the glory of Your kingdom! Thank you for humbling me with your Word today.
O-Jehu killed many men for the Lord and followed instructions exactly of what the Lord wanted, but his heart wasn't in it. If we did that today, it'd be the end of the light of day for us! I wonder if I would be so willing to DO great things for the Lord? And if it would mean as much to Him as if "just" my heart were His? I can go through the motions of the "Christian life" and most likely not-a-one would second-guess the purity of my heart. Maybe that's where I am today.
A-I read the laws of God and try to obey them to the best of my ability (or at least what I see as "good enough"), but how much of that is because I "should" and how much is because the Lord lives in my heart? And who on earth would think to question my motives?
P-Lord, I thank you for showing me this scripture - I obviously need a heart transplant. I am so sorry for going through my routine every day with a selfish heart. Make me a new Christian! I need guidance to stop being an instrument, and start being a servant for the glory of Your kingdom! Thank you for humbling me with your Word today.
Monday, June 19, 2006
Mess!
Anybody know any cleaning fairies that come out at night when no one is watching? Send them my way please! Maybe we should just take all of this outside, put it in a pile, and light a match. It's not like we'll miss that 20th paper in that stack of 200-some. Why'd we keep that paper anyway - and where did it come from? Quite honestly, I do clean. I clean every day I'm here and do you think you'd notice? I'll give you one guess. Please tell me someone else feels like that! Didn't I just do the dishes? How did that humongo pile get there??????
Have you seen the Suave commercial that the "mom" is invisible? I laugh so hard when that's on. Some days I feel invisible - I'm the one that takes care of the little stuff no one else would worry about, but notice pretty quickly if it wasn't done. So, I NEED cleaning secrets so you can actually TELL that I've just spent the last 5 and a half hours cleaning. All I can do is maintain this place - I can't get ahead of the mess for some reason, and I'm sure it won't get any better with more children. I'm also quite sure it's not just hormones. So please either send a cleaning fairy my way, or tell me how to stay ahead of the mess! Secrets, I NEED SECRETS!
Have you seen the Suave commercial that the "mom" is invisible? I laugh so hard when that's on. Some days I feel invisible - I'm the one that takes care of the little stuff no one else would worry about, but notice pretty quickly if it wasn't done. So, I NEED cleaning secrets so you can actually TELL that I've just spent the last 5 and a half hours cleaning. All I can do is maintain this place - I can't get ahead of the mess for some reason, and I'm sure it won't get any better with more children. I'm also quite sure it's not just hormones. So please either send a cleaning fairy my way, or tell me how to stay ahead of the mess! Secrets, I NEED SECRETS!
Wednesday, June 14, 2006
Plan F is a good thing
Why am I up so early yesterday, she asks. Well, this is the story. Harry ended up on my side of the bed after much shifting last night. Woke up to an alarm going off, but he couldn't get to it because of the baby rail I put up on my side just in case I fell asleep nursing Tiffany. So I tell him to stay put and I'll turn the alarm off. Snooze exactly 3 times. So I was kind of up at 5:15, but really up at 5:45. He can't listen to the radio for more than 10 seconds in the morning, you see - bugs him. Bugs me not to. How on earth did we get paired together? What was He thinking?? :) It was lucky that I was awake anyway, because my sister is having a Tupperware party for me on Friday so I can get qualified in my 30 days, wasn't that nice. She's the best. So I came downstairs to get on the computer to print off labels for the party to send out invites. Finish them and they look great! Print. OH NO! I put 1:00 instead of 2:00 on it. I let one print and figured I can change them with a pen later, but pulled the paper tray out so it would think "out of paper" and cancel for me. Too late, it grabbed the paper too quickly. Paper jam and I mean PAPER JAM. 10 minutes later I went to
Plan B. Well, we have another printer. I'll just hook it up to this computer and print it from that one. No such luck. It wasn't installed on my laptop (which is the computer I'm most always on). Well, it's going to take more time to install it than it is to just type it up on Harry's computer that IS hooked up to that printer. So we move on to
Plan C. Now, I adore my laptop, but something just had to be done. Turn the other computer on, 20 minutes later, I got it typed up and looking great. Matching colors, lines up great AND it says 2:00....Sounds like a big fat "print" to me. What? What's ink? Obviously, someone forgot to let the printer in on a little idea called "clarity". Couldn't even hardly read it. Whatever. Is there a
Plan D? Okay, I'll e-mail them to Wendy because I'm getting my hair done anyway today. And I'll open them on her computer and print them over there before we go to the salon. Woke her up - whoops. She opens her e-mail because, like I said before, she's the best. Can't open it on her computer - probably not because she doesn't have Microsoft WORDDDDDD, but we didn't know why. *grit teeth* and on to
Plan E. By this time it's 8:45. If I get Tiffany up and ready, we can be over to Harry's work on his 9:30 break and he can print them there. So I e-mail the document to him, but have no way of telling him I'm coming because his phone is on the way (from ebay) and I can't text message him. So we run around getting things ready for Wendy's party, doing hair, and our doctor appt all in one. Harry calls and I tell him we're sitting outside, and after explaining all this to him, I give him the labels and asked if he could try to print it for me. Well, in the 1 minute (well, maybe a little longer) I alotted for him to figure all this out, the best he could do was the copy machine, but the paper wasn't going to work in there for the time he had. Do we even HAVE a
Plan F??? Get to Wendy's house by 9:55. Type all the labels up AGAIN and click on the little "print" button. SUCCESS! Sorry you asked about how my day has been? But by Saturday my hair will be just right for the parade. :) 3 cheers for plan F!!! Hip Hip Horray!!!
Plan B. Well, we have another printer. I'll just hook it up to this computer and print it from that one. No such luck. It wasn't installed on my laptop (which is the computer I'm most always on). Well, it's going to take more time to install it than it is to just type it up on Harry's computer that IS hooked up to that printer. So we move on to
Plan C. Now, I adore my laptop, but something just had to be done. Turn the other computer on, 20 minutes later, I got it typed up and looking great. Matching colors, lines up great AND it says 2:00....Sounds like a big fat "print" to me. What? What's ink? Obviously, someone forgot to let the printer in on a little idea called "clarity". Couldn't even hardly read it. Whatever. Is there a
Plan D? Okay, I'll e-mail them to Wendy because I'm getting my hair done anyway today. And I'll open them on her computer and print them over there before we go to the salon. Woke her up - whoops. She opens her e-mail because, like I said before, she's the best. Can't open it on her computer - probably not because she doesn't have Microsoft WORDDDDDD, but we didn't know why. *grit teeth* and on to
Plan E. By this time it's 8:45. If I get Tiffany up and ready, we can be over to Harry's work on his 9:30 break and he can print them there. So I e-mail the document to him, but have no way of telling him I'm coming because his phone is on the way (from ebay) and I can't text message him. So we run around getting things ready for Wendy's party, doing hair, and our doctor appt all in one. Harry calls and I tell him we're sitting outside, and after explaining all this to him, I give him the labels and asked if he could try to print it for me. Well, in the 1 minute (well, maybe a little longer) I alotted for him to figure all this out, the best he could do was the copy machine, but the paper wasn't going to work in there for the time he had. Do we even HAVE a
Plan F??? Get to Wendy's house by 9:55. Type all the labels up AGAIN and click on the little "print" button. SUCCESS! Sorry you asked about how my day has been? But by Saturday my hair will be just right for the parade. :) 3 cheers for plan F!!! Hip Hip Horray!!!
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