I know you're not supposed to tell people when you go out of town , so that theifs don't steal my junk, but 1. grandmas and 4 girls are hard to all snag at once and 2. if thiefs are reading my blog then I've got other things to think about.
We leave tomorrow for Africa.
My husband asked me years ago, if we could go anywhere in the world, where would it be? I really thought he was asking me for the 10 year anniversary (which has passed). I said without a pause: Scottland!
And now we leave for 2 weeks with no children to Africa. No safaris, no amazing race, just backpacking and living in other people's houses for 2 weeks.
I have friends who live in other countries happily, but this is definitely a good culture shock for me. I'm just hoping I get to experience a squatty potty (and test out my legs of steal book). Some people have threatened the eyeball snack on me... I'll let the human vacuum, johnny handle that one.
I keep getting asked what we're doing and the answer is: I dont know. I don't know if we'll move there, or if we'll even sight see. I don't know who we'll meet or how we'll get there... my goal realy this week is just to get out of the country and I plan on achieving it. Otherwise, I go whereever! So be excited for us! 2 weeks to "renew" our marriage... I use quotes because I feel like we've just gotten married anyway, so I'll love on him pretty well. 2 weeks to regroup from my kids... yah, I'll be grabbing other people's kids while I'm there I'm sure. and I'll come back with an elephant and maybe a tajin.
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Monday, February 13, 2012
Christians suck!
I was thinking the other day about the first person that ever friended me on Facebook. He was a guy who I went to middle/highschool with, he was a Christian at the time, and has since renounced God. I remember that I was so intimidated by him in middle school. He seemed SO confident in Christ. Almost to the point that when he would catch me doing something "wrong" I was waiting for the turn-or-burn talk. Funny thing was: I was a Christian too.
I really thought I was a good Christian too. I went to church, I helped out in the youth group, I was "zealous"... until I joined facebook.
I had another friend from middle/ highschool who has never probably gone into a church and when I talked to him for the first time on facebook, he pointed out all the horrible things I never remembered doing at school. I was struck by how much perception is important.
You are being watched.
I'm not saying that I wasn't following God or that I wasn't really a christian back then. But there are 2 sides to every coin.
Christians: need to realize that what you do when no one looks, matters. That you do not know EVERYTHING and God's wisdom is not the same as worldly wisdom. What I mean by that is the gospel sounds foolish. Blood covering sins, sacrifices, giving your heart to what seems like an invisible force, sounds reallllly foolish. But to someone who understands, identifying a source and standard for morality, knowing we will never attain that standard and realizing Jesus gave his time,blood, sweat and tears for me to come before that standard confidently AND humbly... is the power of God. Being willing to lay your reputation and face on the line even when you think no one is looking matters. And knowing how to ask forgiveness does too.
I think our confidence in Christ alone easily sways to cockiness ... I'm free and you're not na na na na na.... na. We become hypocrites to the very thing we should be falling on our faces for... and be thankful that we were pulled off the edge of the cliff, grabbing someone else's hand on the edge on our way up.
Those who don't want anything to do with God: Please understand that I'm only human. What a cruddy excuse, but true. When I was young, I trully thought I was invincible and in that I did a lot of things that hurt a lot of feelings, no matter what my intentions.
If I've said it once, I'll say it 1000 times: God is not people. I let people down all the time by accident, I say things that I think are joking or friendly, but you see as a Christian being judgemental. I may even be an ass because I'm having a tough day or waking up grumpy or on my period... BUt God doesn't have those problems... He does things with a purpose and plan. Why did your mom not let you play in the street as a child... it was so unfair because all the other kids were doing it and you were being made fun of for not. You had never been hurt before... but she did it to protect you. And when the one child did get hit by a car, you blamed mom for letting them play in the street.... same with life. God does things we don't understand and we blame him if it goes wrong or right... but his wisdom is not ours.
So what did I say to the guys I'm talking about. The one who did not know Christ I apologized. I didn't give excuse because there is none. I was an ass. I hurt him, even if I didn't mean to. and the fact he remembered it 20 years later proves that my life had an affect on him.
For the guy who was a christian but is now not one, I apologize too. I hurt him thinking he'll understand he's a christian, but it built up to a point that he walked away. God was not real enough. Science won out or logic or something... And I'm not saying God does not understand science and logic, but like I said, God 's wisdom isn't ours, and when it doesn't click- I can't expect him to stay.
My thought is, Christians can suck, we do it all the time. Those who are supposed to support me, fight with me all the time. Those I'm supposed to see as a family sometimes make fun of me or walk away because out of sight, out of mind. I have christian friends who tear people down and lord over everyone their superiority... none of this is right, but that's not why I'm a christian. I'm a christian because I know I suck. I know that I can never not suck (my mom informs me all the time about my lack of mercy toward people: t's true), but God is real and has changed me over the years , not out of my own self-discipline, but because I let him work with me and I have seen my life change over hte years. Things that I could never do myself with habits or loving or anger... those things have changed because of God and i give him full credit. Please forgive me for sucking back then, and I can't wait to see how I unsuck in the future.
I really thought I was a good Christian too. I went to church, I helped out in the youth group, I was "zealous"... until I joined facebook.
I had another friend from middle/ highschool who has never probably gone into a church and when I talked to him for the first time on facebook, he pointed out all the horrible things I never remembered doing at school. I was struck by how much perception is important.
You are being watched.
I'm not saying that I wasn't following God or that I wasn't really a christian back then. But there are 2 sides to every coin.
Christians: need to realize that what you do when no one looks, matters. That you do not know EVERYTHING and God's wisdom is not the same as worldly wisdom. What I mean by that is the gospel sounds foolish. Blood covering sins, sacrifices, giving your heart to what seems like an invisible force, sounds reallllly foolish. But to someone who understands, identifying a source and standard for morality, knowing we will never attain that standard and realizing Jesus gave his time,blood, sweat and tears for me to come before that standard confidently AND humbly... is the power of God. Being willing to lay your reputation and face on the line even when you think no one is looking matters. And knowing how to ask forgiveness does too.
I think our confidence in Christ alone easily sways to cockiness ... I'm free and you're not na na na na na.... na. We become hypocrites to the very thing we should be falling on our faces for... and be thankful that we were pulled off the edge of the cliff, grabbing someone else's hand on the edge on our way up.
Those who don't want anything to do with God: Please understand that I'm only human. What a cruddy excuse, but true. When I was young, I trully thought I was invincible and in that I did a lot of things that hurt a lot of feelings, no matter what my intentions.
If I've said it once, I'll say it 1000 times: God is not people. I let people down all the time by accident, I say things that I think are joking or friendly, but you see as a Christian being judgemental. I may even be an ass because I'm having a tough day or waking up grumpy or on my period... BUt God doesn't have those problems... He does things with a purpose and plan. Why did your mom not let you play in the street as a child... it was so unfair because all the other kids were doing it and you were being made fun of for not. You had never been hurt before... but she did it to protect you. And when the one child did get hit by a car, you blamed mom for letting them play in the street.... same with life. God does things we don't understand and we blame him if it goes wrong or right... but his wisdom is not ours.
So what did I say to the guys I'm talking about. The one who did not know Christ I apologized. I didn't give excuse because there is none. I was an ass. I hurt him, even if I didn't mean to. and the fact he remembered it 20 years later proves that my life had an affect on him.
For the guy who was a christian but is now not one, I apologize too. I hurt him thinking he'll understand he's a christian, but it built up to a point that he walked away. God was not real enough. Science won out or logic or something... And I'm not saying God does not understand science and logic, but like I said, God 's wisdom isn't ours, and when it doesn't click- I can't expect him to stay.
My thought is, Christians can suck, we do it all the time. Those who are supposed to support me, fight with me all the time. Those I'm supposed to see as a family sometimes make fun of me or walk away because out of sight, out of mind. I have christian friends who tear people down and lord over everyone their superiority... none of this is right, but that's not why I'm a christian. I'm a christian because I know I suck. I know that I can never not suck (my mom informs me all the time about my lack of mercy toward people: t's true), but God is real and has changed me over the years , not out of my own self-discipline, but because I let him work with me and I have seen my life change over hte years. Things that I could never do myself with habits or loving or anger... those things have changed because of God and i give him full credit. Please forgive me for sucking back then, and I can't wait to see how I unsuck in the future.
Monday, February 6, 2012
how can I be expected to not break the rules when I can't even remember them?
So do you remember the movie fight club (oops, darn. first rule...) when he falls asleep and his alter ego goes out and forms an army without his knowledge. I feel like that today. I seriously think that the reason I'm always tired is because my alter ego comes out when I'm napping and does things that I can't possibly remember.
or maybe I just black them out because , as I told Zoe's teacher today, I'm an overachiever.
I got the priveledge of driving my girls to school today which I never do (funny, I think some of the moms get the idea that I don't exist). When I was dropping of Zoe, her teacher said, "you ready to make pinwheels?" Say what? Did I say that... didn't we decide not to, or did I say yes and just forget? so I also got the priveledge of running to walmart super quick.
Highlight of my day: teaching 4 year olds how to make pinwheels. Favorite pinwheel: Reo's which I think I left him alone with the scissors too long. Most excited: I think his name was LeLand. He had obviously never used a hole punch before and got WAY to excited when it worked it's "magic".
When I was done, I ran off to Sams to shop for Ada's birthday party this weekend and while I contemplated "cotton tails" (cheese balls), a friend found me holding the can staring off into space ( I blame my alter ego) and gloriously knocked me back into reality with a .96 cent pretzel. hoorah!
I rushed back to the house to drop off the goods before I picked everyone up from school, when I saw my sweet neighbor who Ada was DYING to invite her 25 year old daughter to her birthday party... she said yes... how sweet! .... but I digress.... must run back to school...
Wait, did I have a conversation yesterday with a mom who informed me that she NEEDED to bring her sons birthday cupcakes to school on Ada's birthday so she didn't wait so long that her son thought she was a bad mom... so what did that say about me?
So, I had to explain that to Ada's teacher... ok.
Off to go pick up Ella from school.
And here's where it gets interesting. we go to Harris Teeter while Ella is at Ballet and Ada is telling me about what she learned at school. A dentist came to the school to talk about brushing teeth and he let her know that if you eat too much candy, your teeth turn black... 20 minutes later we're checking out and the checkout girl has a couple rotted teeth... sweet Ada: " you must have never learned how to brush your teeth!" uhhhh.... thank you for my groceries (you're pretty)
We pick up Ella and on the way out the parking lot, Ada runs out into the middle of the street , in front of a car and jumps in a puddle. I'm running to yell at her, when the car rolls down the window and says, " you're such a busy mom. It's ok, she belongs in the water"
oh yes, did I forget to tell you that Ada had insisted on wearing a mermaid costume all afternoon and was screaming, I can't breathe! until she jumped in the puddle and sighed in relief?
We come home to international meal night with curry chicken, edemame, and ... well, milk. and my girls swear they need to smell like curry all the time and eat "acorns" (chickpeas) every night.
wow! we finish up with Zoe reading her first book all the way through and Ella reading the bible to them...
I don't know what I do in my sleep, but it has to be pretty good, because these girls make my day sometimes... and sometimes I need a frappe.
or maybe I just black them out because , as I told Zoe's teacher today, I'm an overachiever.
I got the priveledge of driving my girls to school today which I never do (funny, I think some of the moms get the idea that I don't exist). When I was dropping of Zoe, her teacher said, "you ready to make pinwheels?" Say what? Did I say that... didn't we decide not to, or did I say yes and just forget? so I also got the priveledge of running to walmart super quick.
Highlight of my day: teaching 4 year olds how to make pinwheels. Favorite pinwheel: Reo's which I think I left him alone with the scissors too long. Most excited: I think his name was LeLand. He had obviously never used a hole punch before and got WAY to excited when it worked it's "magic".
When I was done, I ran off to Sams to shop for Ada's birthday party this weekend and while I contemplated "cotton tails" (cheese balls), a friend found me holding the can staring off into space ( I blame my alter ego) and gloriously knocked me back into reality with a .96 cent pretzel. hoorah!
I rushed back to the house to drop off the goods before I picked everyone up from school, when I saw my sweet neighbor who Ada was DYING to invite her 25 year old daughter to her birthday party... she said yes... how sweet! .... but I digress.... must run back to school...
Wait, did I have a conversation yesterday with a mom who informed me that she NEEDED to bring her sons birthday cupcakes to school on Ada's birthday so she didn't wait so long that her son thought she was a bad mom... so what did that say about me?
So, I had to explain that to Ada's teacher... ok.
Off to go pick up Ella from school.
And here's where it gets interesting. we go to Harris Teeter while Ella is at Ballet and Ada is telling me about what she learned at school. A dentist came to the school to talk about brushing teeth and he let her know that if you eat too much candy, your teeth turn black... 20 minutes later we're checking out and the checkout girl has a couple rotted teeth... sweet Ada: " you must have never learned how to brush your teeth!" uhhhh.... thank you for my groceries (you're pretty)
We pick up Ella and on the way out the parking lot, Ada runs out into the middle of the street , in front of a car and jumps in a puddle. I'm running to yell at her, when the car rolls down the window and says, " you're such a busy mom. It's ok, she belongs in the water"
oh yes, did I forget to tell you that Ada had insisted on wearing a mermaid costume all afternoon and was screaming, I can't breathe! until she jumped in the puddle and sighed in relief?
We come home to international meal night with curry chicken, edemame, and ... well, milk. and my girls swear they need to smell like curry all the time and eat "acorns" (chickpeas) every night.
wow! we finish up with Zoe reading her first book all the way through and Ella reading the bible to them...
I don't know what I do in my sleep, but it has to be pretty good, because these girls make my day sometimes... and sometimes I need a frappe.
Thursday, January 26, 2012
Sherbert tastes like sherpa
Kids got in my car today and started making up voices they think should go with different names... then came "Herbert"'s voice. Herbert loves Sherbert they just kept saying... til everything went silent and the carpool leaned over to me and said, "Miss Ali, I love sherbert too."
Well, he could tell by my face that MY name wasn't Herbert..
I tried to explain that my dad always asked if we wanted dessert growing up and we'd beg him to go to the store and get us something, and about once a week he would agree. Every week I had visions of candy bars and ice cream and cupcakes and anything that could relate to chocolate... Why I expected these things I'll never know because EVERY week he came home with a new carton of sherbert.
We did have our choice of rainbow or Pineapple. EW! Sure, I liked it probably the first 50 times, but you know you've had enough when there were cartons in the freezer crusted with ice and you could tell how long it had been in there by the thickness of the layer and the gumminess of the sherbert (oo I smell science expiriment). I no longer like sherbert.
This started me thinking of other things my dad did that ruined me for certain foods. Or things that every time I visit or hear of something I think of my dad.
there's my distaste for Dunkin Donuts. Thanks to my dad, every saturday almost he would ask us if he could bring home breakfast for us. Now we knew that meant doughnuts. We would wait to eat faithfully until 10am when we knew dad would walk in the door: 10 am on the dot. He would carry the box like it was the crown jewels... NEED DONUTS! Then we would open the box.
Thanks dad for getting 11 kreullers (no one in the family liked them) and 1 chocolate glazed one that my brother and I could wrestle over for the next hour until it was crumbs on the kitchen floor that we were licking to get. Nevermind that we had BEGGED dad for donuts and he asked what kind we wanted and we ALWAYS said chocolate, glazed, jelly, anything (but kruellers: don't actually say that, you might get all 12 kreullers).
Shall I now go on to Taco Bell... yes, my sister and brother are now laughing as they read those 2 words. And the church I go to is right next door to one, so I have a hesitant giggle everytime I go there. once in a while my dad would offer to bring home dinner (do you see a pattern yet). somehow it always ended up he was offering to bring home Taco Bell. And EVERY time we got excited.
"let me get a pen and paper and you write down what you want so I don't get it wrong this time" yes, he did this EVERY time and yet we still made the list.
Over an hour later he'd show up with a HUGE bag of Taco bell and throw it on the table with 50 packets of hotsauce (that no one wanted). Nevermind that taco bell was only a block away or that we only ordered like 10 things that would NEVER require a bag that big, we dove in and you're about to see why.
Inside would be 30 bean burritos and 1 taco. I probably LEARNED to love bean burritos because I was the youngest and no matter how much I slapped my brother, he got that one taco. No, I did not order 30 bean burritos and yes, I cried always for the next hour about how my dad screwed up again... Could he not read my writing, and what took an hour. I'll never know. ......... Bean Burrito.
There was the one time I was determined to get my order so I went with my dad. I think he had worked some "long hours" that day. we got to Taco bell and he went to order, but while waiting he heard a couple of guys arguing in the back of the parking lot... they got louder and more obnoxious, when my dad reached into his center console and pulled out his gun. he stepped out of the car and pointed it , asking nicely for them to resolve their problems because they were getting so loud he couldn't concentrate on what he was supposed to order... oh dad, I love you. At this point, he was so frustrated that after I made sure he ordered the correct food, he drove up to the window, handed them a 100$ bill and drove off before waiting for change or food. A block down the road when he had calmed down, I had to ask him to go back and get his change and my taco... oh dad, was this what happened every time?
I could LITERALLY go on and on and on about food related stories with my dad: tuna salad crackers, pickled pigs feet, oysters, meditteranean, thai, calamari, sushi.... must stop ... going to barf.
simply imagine how this might affect me relating to my children (surrounded by food). I really tie some memories here... good night.
Well, he could tell by my face that MY name wasn't Herbert..
I tried to explain that my dad always asked if we wanted dessert growing up and we'd beg him to go to the store and get us something, and about once a week he would agree. Every week I had visions of candy bars and ice cream and cupcakes and anything that could relate to chocolate... Why I expected these things I'll never know because EVERY week he came home with a new carton of sherbert.
We did have our choice of rainbow or Pineapple. EW! Sure, I liked it probably the first 50 times, but you know you've had enough when there were cartons in the freezer crusted with ice and you could tell how long it had been in there by the thickness of the layer and the gumminess of the sherbert (oo I smell science expiriment). I no longer like sherbert.
This started me thinking of other things my dad did that ruined me for certain foods. Or things that every time I visit or hear of something I think of my dad.
there's my distaste for Dunkin Donuts. Thanks to my dad, every saturday almost he would ask us if he could bring home breakfast for us. Now we knew that meant doughnuts. We would wait to eat faithfully until 10am when we knew dad would walk in the door: 10 am on the dot. He would carry the box like it was the crown jewels... NEED DONUTS! Then we would open the box.
Thanks dad for getting 11 kreullers (no one in the family liked them) and 1 chocolate glazed one that my brother and I could wrestle over for the next hour until it was crumbs on the kitchen floor that we were licking to get. Nevermind that we had BEGGED dad for donuts and he asked what kind we wanted and we ALWAYS said chocolate, glazed, jelly, anything (but kruellers: don't actually say that, you might get all 12 kreullers).
Shall I now go on to Taco Bell... yes, my sister and brother are now laughing as they read those 2 words. And the church I go to is right next door to one, so I have a hesitant giggle everytime I go there. once in a while my dad would offer to bring home dinner (do you see a pattern yet). somehow it always ended up he was offering to bring home Taco Bell. And EVERY time we got excited.
"let me get a pen and paper and you write down what you want so I don't get it wrong this time" yes, he did this EVERY time and yet we still made the list.
Over an hour later he'd show up with a HUGE bag of Taco bell and throw it on the table with 50 packets of hotsauce (that no one wanted). Nevermind that taco bell was only a block away or that we only ordered like 10 things that would NEVER require a bag that big, we dove in and you're about to see why.
Inside would be 30 bean burritos and 1 taco. I probably LEARNED to love bean burritos because I was the youngest and no matter how much I slapped my brother, he got that one taco. No, I did not order 30 bean burritos and yes, I cried always for the next hour about how my dad screwed up again... Could he not read my writing, and what took an hour. I'll never know. ......... Bean Burrito.
There was the one time I was determined to get my order so I went with my dad. I think he had worked some "long hours" that day. we got to Taco bell and he went to order, but while waiting he heard a couple of guys arguing in the back of the parking lot... they got louder and more obnoxious, when my dad reached into his center console and pulled out his gun. he stepped out of the car and pointed it , asking nicely for them to resolve their problems because they were getting so loud he couldn't concentrate on what he was supposed to order... oh dad, I love you. At this point, he was so frustrated that after I made sure he ordered the correct food, he drove up to the window, handed them a 100$ bill and drove off before waiting for change or food. A block down the road when he had calmed down, I had to ask him to go back and get his change and my taco... oh dad, was this what happened every time?
I could LITERALLY go on and on and on about food related stories with my dad: tuna salad crackers, pickled pigs feet, oysters, meditteranean, thai, calamari, sushi.... must stop ... going to barf.
simply imagine how this might affect me relating to my children (surrounded by food). I really tie some memories here... good night.
Saturday, December 31, 2011
Ending on a sharp note
I didn't want to say a flat note because this year has been anything but flat. But I needed something... off. Today was a WIERD day (yes, I realize that it's me saying this).
I don't want to take new years eve and describe everything that happened this year, and I refuse to be resolute for next year, but today deserves a moment.
we begin with a sleepover from 2 friends, fashion shows, homemade breakfast ( that in itself is odd)... but then I got an idea. We shall go to the beach!
And so we did... realizing it was Nyla's first REAL time on the beach. We went this summer but all we did was hold her. Today she felt the sand in her toes (and up her nose). What a way to end her year.
then we went to the Teeter. Now, that shouldn't suprise you, but hold on to your seats... I impulse shopped... a lot. we now own pizza and pop tarts and mommy lunchables and mommy drinks.
So we retreat to the house and I make dinner: spaghetti with veggie sauce, rolls and green beans. Nyla had NO witching hour, and she enjoyed being at the table. The girls sat down and demanded before dinner to get 2 rolls. I randomly said, "whoever finishes first gets the last roll"... I don't know if I've EVER seen them eat so fast... and all 3 tied. I really need to buy stock in sister shubert.
As Ada put her plate away, I mentioned, "if you put it up on the counter for me, I'll give you a green bean." She giggled and ran to eat a bean... then Zoe joined in... and then Ella... til the whole giant bowl was gone and they thanked me for giving them green beans for dinner. They even asked for an apple for dessert.
Highlights from this afternoon:
"Ada, do you want money for the job or can I pay you in gum?" she chose gum: score!
"Zoe, If you take just one sip of juice you can have another green bean" YES!
"Nyla, stop drooling in the sand and then picking it up and eating it"
" Ella, you have to go to bed early tonight" she said ok: nice!!!
So what do I look forward to this year? I have no resolutions, only expectations.
I have decided there will be more sleepovers... adult ones, kids ones, ones here, ones there, inside, outside, mock ones, ones in public places.
Also, I shall be purging: purging my house and my junk in my trunk.
I'm gonna travel... just you wait.
And even on new years eve, as people are coming to my house, I am going to wear what I like to call business casual: pajama bottoms with a nice shirt.
Watch out for it, and hopefully Jesus will come back as the mayan calendar ends, and I might just blog a lot more (I'm about to start 2 more blogs: you'll understand soon)
Good night stars, good night moon, goodnight cow jumping over the moon. Good night nyla who can now climbthe stairs. Good night people everywhere- 2011
I don't want to take new years eve and describe everything that happened this year, and I refuse to be resolute for next year, but today deserves a moment.
we begin with a sleepover from 2 friends, fashion shows, homemade breakfast ( that in itself is odd)... but then I got an idea. We shall go to the beach!
And so we did... realizing it was Nyla's first REAL time on the beach. We went this summer but all we did was hold her. Today she felt the sand in her toes (and up her nose). What a way to end her year.
then we went to the Teeter. Now, that shouldn't suprise you, but hold on to your seats... I impulse shopped... a lot. we now own pizza and pop tarts and mommy lunchables and mommy drinks.
So we retreat to the house and I make dinner: spaghetti with veggie sauce, rolls and green beans. Nyla had NO witching hour, and she enjoyed being at the table. The girls sat down and demanded before dinner to get 2 rolls. I randomly said, "whoever finishes first gets the last roll"... I don't know if I've EVER seen them eat so fast... and all 3 tied. I really need to buy stock in sister shubert.
As Ada put her plate away, I mentioned, "if you put it up on the counter for me, I'll give you a green bean." She giggled and ran to eat a bean... then Zoe joined in... and then Ella... til the whole giant bowl was gone and they thanked me for giving them green beans for dinner. They even asked for an apple for dessert.
Highlights from this afternoon:
"Ada, do you want money for the job or can I pay you in gum?" she chose gum: score!
"Zoe, If you take just one sip of juice you can have another green bean" YES!
"Nyla, stop drooling in the sand and then picking it up and eating it"
" Ella, you have to go to bed early tonight" she said ok: nice!!!
So what do I look forward to this year? I have no resolutions, only expectations.
I have decided there will be more sleepovers... adult ones, kids ones, ones here, ones there, inside, outside, mock ones, ones in public places.
Also, I shall be purging: purging my house and my junk in my trunk.
I'm gonna travel... just you wait.
And even on new years eve, as people are coming to my house, I am going to wear what I like to call business casual: pajama bottoms with a nice shirt.
Watch out for it, and hopefully Jesus will come back as the mayan calendar ends, and I might just blog a lot more (I'm about to start 2 more blogs: you'll understand soon)
Good night stars, good night moon, goodnight cow jumping over the moon. Good night nyla who can now climbthe stairs. Good night people everywhere- 2011
Wednesday, December 21, 2011
Dentist Ditz
I love my teeth... yah, that's a wierd way to start.
Well, I had to say that before I pointed out that I haven't been to the dentist since Zoe was born. Hey, kids born, and other things prevented it. ok, I know, not an excuse.
Every day johnny and I said we should set up an appt. to go get our teeth cleaned. Then the dentist started calling ME. see, he noticed I hadn't seen him in a while and he started checking up on me and I avoided talking to him. Finally, I answered the phone.
Isnt' that funny! It took my dentist Calling ME. God knew I needed this.
This person on the other side offered a free check up at my dentist... so I prepared... extra flossing and brushing. I got a babysitter, I was set.
Then I left my house... wait, where is the dentist, I couldn't remember.
I tried looking up the address and couldn't find it. I tried driving to where it was and the building was closed down... I was so confused.
I made my poor babysitter search my phone records for the # that called me... and then I called it.
It was my chiropractor trying to talk me into spending more money at him... not the dentist that had been calling me for weeks...
sooo, I'm an idiot and I didn't go to the dentist... well, there's always next year.
Martha Stewart doesn't live here
And neither does Santa. This year we had to prioritize. I HATE rushing over Christ-mas. The point is not to spend all my money, run errands all day, cram something into every minute, and pass out in a bad mood (swing) at the end of the day. I like Christ-mas way too much. Yet, we went out of town the weekend after Thanksgiving and suddenly we came home to the entire world already decorated for such a "jolly" holiday.
The stress began.
Then I began to be the party pooper. Johnny decorated the front of our house and about 2 weeks later, he said he was ready to climb the roof to put more lights up. See, we like to be the griswolds. we go the day after Christ-mas, collect as much lights as we can and decorate even MORE the next year. But what did I say? "Johnny don't do it. it's too late. I'd rather you hang out with us than decorate the house anymore." I think I saw a tear come out of johnnys eye.
that same week we had lent our christ-mas tree to ella's ballet company and finally got it back. we set it up and as johnny pulled out the decorations, what did I say? "let's not decorate the tree. we're doing advent anyway, let's just let the kids make paper decorations and we'll just turn on the lights" yah, I got sad faces from everyone.
Everyone keeps calling me for decoration ideas, cookies, gift ideas, cooking ... and um,we're taking it slow. We tried to go to the festival of lights, but 2 hours later we decided it'd be better to just tour neighborhoods....
you know what? Touring neighborhoods was more fun. we've had lots of hot chocolate, snowman poop, and learned to wrap presents. We've been raising money for samaratin's purse to provide doctor supplies. We drew names for our sissies to make home made presents. Each night I take one girl and we work on their present. We're doing a new kind of advent with games and time together. We've made ornaments, and laid under the stars. I think this is going to be the best Christ-mas ever!
We didn't need martha's ideas, or Santa's business all we needed was a book and a savior to be born... what a gift and a joy
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