Monday, January 29, 2007

Random Thoughts

I haven't blogged in a week. I've been hoping to have one long post but instead I'll have to settle for one mismatched, incoherant post.

Sometimes, trying to take my children places is like trying to transport convicts of an insane asylum from one facility to another without the use of medication, guns or physical violence.

We're watching Fiddler On The Roof right now. It's such a great movie. Sad in parts. I love the way Tevia talks to God constantly. I love the way he lets go of his traditions/comforts for the sakes of those he loves.

When I lose .8 pounds I will be fat. Not obese. Woo-hoo. Can't wait for weigh in. Although with the way I'm having to work my leg, building the muscle, I might have gained weight. Patience is so hard.

I made a great supper tonight. At least Chris and the kids thought so. Chicken fettucine alfredo with broccoli and cheese sticks. Yum. Chris put it best... he said that I'm a great cook when I'm in the mood to do it.

I'm very sleepy. Wish I could go to bed. Maybe in a couple of hours I can.

Monday, January 22, 2007

Addison's Blog

Addison is the second son of our pastor. He (Addison) is working as a ministry intern at a church in New Zealand. Very, very cool!

I've put a link to his blog in my link list. ---> Check it out.

He's very funny in a highly intellectual way. Look for his post titled "Pictures". Amazing!!!! He's very artistic. You'll enjoy it.

P.S. If you'd like, he's always in need of support. Prayers and money.
No one ever comments on my blog anymore. :(

So sad. Don't you like it anymore? Have I grown boring and predictable? Probably so.


Friday, January 19, 2007

"Deep Thoughts"

I got a book today. Deep Thoughts by Jack Handey. Very funny.

Here's a quote:

"If trees could scream, would we be so cavalier about cutting them down? We might, if they screamed all the time, for no good reason."

Not sure why, but that makes me laugh every time I read it.

Tuesday, January 16, 2007

Things I've Heard Part 2

It seems that some of you enjoyed my last list. So I thought that I'd do another.

1. A man can't get any sleep around here with all this racket. - Ellas

2. Mama, Ellas got his mouth shut in the door! - Gracie

3. It's okay Mama. I'm not on fire. - Brody

4. What's KimHill's last name? - Gracie

5. Who put my spoons on top of the refrigerator? - me

6. Why is there neosporin on Gracie's toothbrush? - me

7. Oops, I gotta go potty! - Brody

8. Mama, you've lost so much weight I can finally put my arms all the way around you! -Maggie

9. I know it's kinda cold... but can we go on a bike ride today? - Ty ... it was 35 degrees out.

10. Maggie, are you putting sugar in your milk? - me... in an appalled tone of voice

And last but not least, a snippet of conversation...

(at the indoor McDonald's playground)
Grace - This place looks like the Light House.
Me - The Light House?
Grace - Yeah. You know where the President lives?
Me- That would be the White House.
Grace - Oh.

Sunday, January 14, 2007

All Mine

My husband is the strongest man that I know. Yes, he is physically strong but that's not what I mean. I'm talking about his character.

If you talk to him, he'll tell you all about his sin and shortcomings. And he will tell you the truth, which is that any good thing about him is due to the power and grace of God given to him. He knows his failings well. But I see the overall picture of him:

He feels things so deeply. If someone else is hurting, he hurts with them.

He loves more deeply than any other human being that I have ever met.

He daily sacrifices his own life and comfort for me.

He longs to serve Christ and constantly feels inadequate, both of which are great things to feel.

He takes his God-given responsibilities very seriously.

I love him very, very much. So much that it feels like a physical ache in my chest.

Now, lest you think he's perfect... I'll give a couple of his faults. ;o)

He repeats things a lot. Especially questions. And the more important the question, the more he repeats it. "Did you pay the tithe?"... "I forget... did you tithe this week?" ... "Have we tithed lately?" (all asked within the space of one morning)

If he is assembling and/or building something, don't even try to talk to him. In that moment, nothing else exists.

His ability to process information is directly proportionate to the number of hours of sleep that he's had. For example, if he is functioning off of ... say 4 hours of sleep and I ask him what he wants to eat for supper, I receive the blank stare as his mind gradually catches up. After about 15 seconds of the stare, he will blink, refocus and ask, "Huh?" At which point, I repeat the question and he stares for about 10 seconds. At this point, his brain indicates that I have asked a completely ridiculous question and he replies, "I don't care, baby. Whatever you want is fine." If I come back in 30 minutes, chances are he won't even remember that I asked it.

Enough teasing him. He is exquisitely wonderful and meticulously loving and mine. All mine.

Thursday, January 11, 2007

Today I feel like a big, fat failure. A flop. A complete waste of space.

I know that I've gained a few pounds... I leave to go weigh-in in a few minutes. I've lost almost 20 pounds so far, but this week has been bad. I've eaten just like I used to. Some of it might be PMS but not all of it. I dread the scales tonight.

I've worked getting the kids' unit study ready. Fun stuff. Stuff they can have fun with. They hate it. Whine whine whine. Why do I try so hard?

I put so much pressure on myself. I feel it keenly. It's a heavy yoke I put on voluntarily. Why?

I am free. Why do I enslave myself?