Archive for March, 2006


Living Beyond Yourself

March 31st, 2006 at 11:16 pm » Comments (9)

This is supposed to be my first post after a week’s worth of Beth Moore’s Living Beyond Yourself video and workbook Bible study lessons. If you’ve been reading this blog this week, you might have guessed I didn’t quite get to it, although on Monday I was soooo excited to get started. I still am excited to get started, and hope to get back on (and stay on) the study’s schedule. In the meantime, I recommend starting with Carol at She Lives. Or, any of these fantastical ones listed below!

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Tara
Heather HolyMama! Eph2810
Christy Jenn Karin
Leann Janice
This is a list of the women participating in the study and the links to their blogs. New postings on the study will be published weekly, between Friday 8pm – Saturday 8am. Please feel free to visit each of us and comment. Everyone is welcome to participate in this discussion as we seek to live beyond ourselves. May God bless you richly from the hearing of His word.

Date Night

March 30th, 2006 at 4:48 pm » Comments (34)

In light of lots of Extreme Stress in which parenting unity would be a very very good thing, Mike and I are going on Date of Epic Proportions tonight, prescribed by our pastor.

What goes into a Date of Epic Proportions?

dinner

hotel

sex (much)

no kids (ack! not even the baby!)

Dress of Hotness, with Shoes of Gorgeousness

Yeah. THat last one did not come out of my pastor’s mouth. Ya caught me. We’ll take pre-Date pics and I"ll share in a few days!


HolySister is Holy-ShaMoly-Smart…

March 29th, 2006 at 4:56 pm » Comments (24)

(Thank for concern due to my recent whining about stress. It’s regarding the child I tend to call Challenge Child, and we’re hanging in there)

Background info: My mom and sister are visiting. My sister is waaaay Ivy League and smart.

At lunch today she looked at my mother and said, "I didn’t know you had read up on paleobotany."

My mother looked at her and blinked a couple of times, but said nothing. She knew what she meant, of course, but did not reply. I on the other hand, did the following:

a) tried desperately to remember what the heck we were discussing before she came out with THAT. (still haven’t remembered, or I’d tell you) But it was not the sort of conversation you’d expect to find that whopper of a sentence in. I could have just said, "Ethan likes lettuce now" or "There’s a lot of poo at my house" or anything dumb like that.

b) tried desperately to figure out the meaning of ‘paleobotany.’ gave up easily, since it sounded boring. yawn. (old plants…? …huh? Is that even close…?)

c) wondered who else in the whole entire world works a word like that into casual conversation. (and why, since it stopped the conversational flow COLD)

d) tried desperately to come up with something smart to say. gave up and then tried to prevent Caden-2yr from dipping a chocolate chip cookie in salsa. Ew. Gave up on that too, and watched him eat salsa/cookie.

e) wondered when the last time I casually dropped a SIX SYLLABLE word into a conversation.

f) realized the answer was probably, um, NEVER, and whatever. I can effortlessly work the words poop, vomit, pee, and burp into any conversation too many times to count, so there!


“She” Prayed I Bet. And Look What Happened!

March 28th, 2006 at 2:58 pm » Comments (23)

Thank you for the kind words, and the (lovely, but unnecessary) encouragement to Snarf Chocolate For All I’m Worth.  All except, well, CAROL at She Lives. Carol is just so up front and straightforward and honest and healthy, and had to go and tell me that all that sugar would cause me to be less able to handle stress.

And ya know what? She’s right. And I thought about her words of wisdom. Carol’s a dear friend – and is truly wise. Her counsel should probably be considered, so I considered it. And…. then I decided I didn’t care and went and ate two chocolate COVERED oreos for breakfast. Yes. Breakfast. Uh huh, I really did.

And then what happened? My jaw (TMJ) started aching in such a way that makes eating anything very difficult. It does that only in times of extreme stress. (Probably it is my  body’s personal defense mechanism to PREVENT me from my self destructive chocolate therapy approach. stupid body.)

So now I am not eating chocolate. Or much of anything. Because I can hardly OPEN MY MOUTH, YALL. Thanks for all of your prayers, except you, Carol, who must be somehow responsible. (And if you’re not responsible for it, I know you’re at least happy about my involuntary chocolate fast.)

(OH MY GOSH. I just went to Carol’s and she has a LOVELY post that mentions me in the kindest of terms. I’m such a pouty friend. I really do love you, Carol!)


Have I Mentioned My Stress?

March 27th, 2006 at 11:21 pm » Comments (29)

Like, waaaay too much? No? Well here, then. For all you sweet people who email and ask how I am, here is the honest, ugly answer.

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I approach stress with lots of prayer and lots of chocolate. If things don’t change soon I will be GINORMOUS.

* I hate bananas, and will not be eating them

** The Weight Watchers thing is almost laughable, huh? An empty, token gesture in a Snarf Fest of Chocolate.


Jeana Calls Her HolySister, and How Cute Is That?

March 26th, 2006 at 10:52 pm » Comments (18)

Do y’all remember just how great my sister is? NoOOOoo…? Then by all means, look here.


My Sister is Here!

March 26th, 2006 at 11:44 am » Comments (22)

Once a year – twice if it’s a really, really good year – my mother and sister and I are all in the same place.

That is what is happening here this week. Aren’t you happy for us?! We’re cuddling little ones and laughing and eating M&Ms together. My sister even says that there are new speckled Easter m&ms that are greater in chocolate-to-shell ratio and are totally good. (Don’t you just love her already?!)


I Never Said I Was Classy… Right?

March 25th, 2006 at 2:46 pm » Comments (31)

Pop Quiz Time! See if you know what the picture below is:

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Did you say Corn Dog? Corny Dog?

Wrong!

(Well, ok, technically that’s right. Because Google images did not have a photo of a Pancake on a Stick, which looks exactly like a corn dog. But pretend that’s a Pancake on a Stick, ‘kay?)

What is a Pancake on a Stick, you ask? Well, let me tell you. The meat part where the hot dog would be if it were a corn dog is a breakfast type sausage – not a hot dog. But wait, it gets better! The bready-y batter-y part that is cornbreadish on a corndog is actually pancake. So you have  a corn dog imposter that is perfect for breakfast, not a corn dog, and comes with a handy dandy stick holder thing-y. Are you sold yet? (i know, i know, y’all are way classier than I am, but just try some empathy here.)

And guess where you get this King of the Convenience Foods? Sonic. Where they bring it out to your car and you wonder, "Do I tip here? I should probably tip. Am I the only one in the world who tips at Sonic….?" How perfectly accommadating, for the Pancake on a Stick to be delivered to your car, for .99 + The Tip.

Except now it’s gone. Pancake on a Stick, I bid you a fond farewell. I bonded with you too well during that last pregnancy, for you were my unhealthy food friend of choice during Trimester Two. Perhaps Sonic let you go because of poor publicity. Not enough had heard of your greasy goodness. It’s too late to help you out now, but I honor you anyway. Goodbye.

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(Why, YES, my family WILL think I’m a freak when they read this, thanks for wondering. Fortunately they will not be surprised.)


Talk Back Awards, II

March 25th, 2006 at 12:06 am » Comments (18)

Finally! The 2nd and final installment of Talk Back Y’all PseudoAwards is here! Yea! (You, in the red shirt, do a drumroll on your knees please, for the group. Thank you for your cooperation!)

First, let me just say that I am so glad y’all are such great commenters. Life is haaaaaard right now at this one moment in my very blessed existence, and lots of nice comments helps. Funny how that works. So, anyway, thank you.

My apologies to the reader in red, who did the drumroll and then I got sidetracked and lost all the momentum created by the knee drumroll. Please, please repeat, and I promise not to do that again. Thank you, again for your patience and participation!

Ok, and the top choices in Question 3 "Fruit or Chocolate?"

Owlhaven, for the sheer simplicity of her response: ‘Chocolate. Duh.’

Lena:  ‘Fruit. I hate chocolate. …Stop the booing! Stop throwing tomatoes…oh, wait those are a fruit. Go ahead – I can take it.’

Lauren, for making my mom laugh when I read this to her: ‘Chocolate, but I’ve found out recently that I’m allergic -it makes my butt swell up.’

Crickl’s Nest, with commendable honesty: ‘Chocolate please. I made a fresh strawberry pie for dinner (had company) and I was wishing the whole time while eating it that I’d made something chocolate.’

For Question 4, "Eye Color"

(You in the blue? Your turn to drumroll for the group please! …and thank you for that!)

Diane, who claims every eye color on the planet, with this answer: ‘Eye color? Hazel-green, blue and brown.’   (And you know, Diane’s eyes? Probably gorgeous, with an answer like that.)

Jeana :’Green or Grey, depending on my mood and what color I’m wearing. Usually grey; when I’ve been crying they turn bright green.’ (I’m a JeanaFan. Aren’t we all just a little sad at the thought of Jeana crying and turning her eyes bright green? I am.)

Jenna: ‘Hypercolor! Blue/gray/gray green’ (By the way, that’s her alias.)

Emily: ‘Khaki green with goldish brown around the pupil. Dual-tone I guess you’d say?’

Geekwif: ‘Green and yellow striped – seriously.’

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Peach, who has snagged the World’s Most Romantic and Eloquent Husband – (prepare to sigh in awe at this): ‘My hubby calls them "summer wheat", but I call them green. Just like Jeana, mine get brighter after tears.’  A MAN somewhere said ‘your eyes are like summer wheat.’ Wow.

Daisy: ‘pickle green’ (My mom loved this simple description.)

Heth: ‘Muddy.’

And the final category is Question 5, Overall LIfe Quality, 1-10:

Anyone still with me, please drumroll!

Heather: ‘Honestly? 8. It will move up to 9 once my toddler is potty-trained 100%. It’s a 10 when we’re on vacation.’

Suzi: ’8…live with chronic pain, but life is still good and God is great!’

Carol: ‘ranking 1-10 of overall life satisfaction: If there were no heaven, I’d say 10 – I’m pretty content overall. But compared to heaven, this life probably sucks rocks.’

Kevlar: ’2-9, depending on where I’m at.’

Perhaps I am deluding myself into thinking y’all might care about this still, but I wanted to follow through and put these up anway, even though you’ve probably all forgotten by now what that was all about. But yea for me for follow through, if not expediency.

Overheard today. Involved: J-Mom, Caden-2yr, and a hippo vaccuum toy in the kitchen.

J-Mom: "Don’t run over me please with the hippo vacuum."

Caden-2yr: (something unintelligible)

J-Mom: "I have a fear of hippos…. a hippo-phobia" (laughs, laughs, and laughs)


Clarification

March 24th, 2006 at 12:00 am » Comments (16)

I wasn’t blogging from the potty. I was blogging in the bathroom. Big difference, y’all! It’s a big bathroom. I’d take a picture but well, NO.

Unrequested, Random Tip: Airborne. It’s good stuff. I normally refuse all liquids that are not water, diet coke, or diet sprite. ALL. But this works so well it’s worth an exception. Feeling icky? Fizz an Airborne, pray while it bubbles for extra relief.