So here I am Not Me-ing again. Welcome to Not Me! Monday! This blog carnival was created by MckMama. You can head over to her blog to read what she and everyone else have not been doing this week.
I did not spend countless hours retouching photos for my Facebook account. I would never spend that much time refining my memories instead of making them and then waiting for people who see them all the time to comment.
I did not try and stay asleep while one of my 7yos was at the side of my bed hacking his lungs out. I sprang out of bed with the quickness and compassion of Florence Nightingale, with my make up on too, and then since it was 6am,
I didn't go back to bed and make my husband get up with the kids, who proceeded to let them scrounge for whatever breakfast items they could find. Nope, I got up and made a wonderful breakfast for the kids while whistling.
I don't spend my Friday nights messing around on my laptop, next to my husband on his laptop, while the children watch "Clone Wars". We sit in front of a fire sipping tea and do read alouds from classic literature.
I didn't say "get off your brother's head" so many times this week, I feel like I'm saying it in my sleep.
I did not sing "I'm a Sweet Transvestite" from Rocky Horror when my very manly husband came back from the dr with a report of low testosterone (Test-toss-ter-oni, the real San Fransisco Treat, quick what sitcom?). I lovingly built him up.
What didn't you do this week?
Sunday, February 22, 2009
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
Not me monday
Welcome to Not Me! Monday! This blog carnival was created by MckMama. You can head over to her blog to read what she and everyone else have not been doing this week.
Yeah yeah, it's Tuesday...so sue me.
This is s a fun little therapy session. You go through your last week or so and tell all the things you absolutely did NOT do.
I did NOT let my kids watch endless hours of television because I'm tired with being up a sick child. Homeschool mommies don't do that.
I did NOT spend Valentines day eating take out from a drive through in front of Mama Mia with my husband over at our babysitters empty apartment(cause they were babysitting for us!). Normal people make reservations and get dressed up and fight crowds instead of eating totally yummy Mi Casita and watching a fun movie in jeans and t-shirts.
I do NOT sit around and quote Word Girl and Spongebob with my kids. Especially not the last one. No self respecting Christian mommy would let their kids watch that.
I did NOT spend Friday night running to Walmart to get these stuffed animals and some candy for my kids Valentines day. I was ready early this year, having planned weeks in advance just like Kate from Jon and Kate plus 8(stop laughing!!)
I most assuredly did NOT laugh so hard I had to start it over and then until I cried at(do not listen to this in front of children, seriously) this. No self respecting Christian would find anything that uses the f word that many times that funny.
There ya go, what I haven't been doing.
Yeah yeah, it's Tuesday...so sue me.
This is s a fun little therapy session. You go through your last week or so and tell all the things you absolutely did NOT do.
I did NOT let my kids watch endless hours of television because I'm tired with being up a sick child. Homeschool mommies don't do that.
I did NOT spend Valentines day eating take out from a drive through in front of Mama Mia with my husband over at our babysitters empty apartment(cause they were babysitting for us!). Normal people make reservations and get dressed up and fight crowds instead of eating totally yummy Mi Casita and watching a fun movie in jeans and t-shirts.
I do NOT sit around and quote Word Girl and Spongebob with my kids. Especially not the last one. No self respecting Christian mommy would let their kids watch that.
I did NOT spend Friday night running to Walmart to get these stuffed animals and some candy for my kids Valentines day. I was ready early this year, having planned weeks in advance just like Kate from Jon and Kate plus 8(stop laughing!!)
I most assuredly did NOT laugh so hard I had to start it over and then until I cried at(do not listen to this in front of children, seriously) this. No self respecting Christian would find anything that uses the f word that many times that funny.
There ya go, what I haven't been doing.
Friday, February 13, 2009
Thursday, January 22, 2009
March for Life
I'm not usually very outspoken on politics or controversial legal issues, at least on the net, but this is an issue that is personal for me. *thanks to Floyd at Threedonia.com for the link from his site*
Because of this country's view on life, when my daughter died at 16 weeks gestation in 2000, my husband and I were not only denied the option to see her after birth, but had to fight the hospital to get access to her body later. She was called products of conception, medical waste and we were told she had been disposed of. Thank God she was not and we did eventually get to see her and were given permission to have her cremated with dignity. " You want a funeral home to pick up the medical waste removed from your body?" was the question. Yes, we want a funeral home to pick up our daughter. Even though we did get to see her, she was in a small jar with formaldehyde, so I never did get to kiss her good-bye. But she was fully formed, perfect in every way. She was even smiling.
I understand that there are extenuating circumstances that make abortion palatable, or even necessary (in ectopic pregnancies for instance). I counsel parents who have chosen to interrupt a pregnancy when faced with the choice of one hour of life with their child or wait for stillbirth. I have grieved with parents who believe with all their hearts that the choice they made was for the comfort of their child and would give anything to have them here. But the vast majority of abortions are not performed in these cases, they are performed because a woman believes that death for the child would be better than parenting for her. And because of these women, my child was disrespected. After all, we cannot believe it is a child when it dies naturally and not believe it when someone doesn't want it. We want to. We want to believe we are big enough to have both in our minds, but we aren't. Not most of us. Not me, and apparently not the hospital I had Rose at. I believe my much wanted baby was just as much a baby as a child who was not wanted. They believed she was medical waste, just like the abortion they performed earlier that day.
I don't have any pictures of my sweet girl, but I do have pictures of her brother, who also died at almost the same gestation 2 years later. These are fairly graphic, but I believe they say more about the humanity of these children than words ever could.
Please pray for those marching today. Please pray for President Obama as he considers what to do with the FOCA . Please pray his heart will be changed toward the unborn and that life can be respected in this country.
Because of this country's view on life, when my daughter died at 16 weeks gestation in 2000, my husband and I were not only denied the option to see her after birth, but had to fight the hospital to get access to her body later. She was called products of conception, medical waste and we were told she had been disposed of. Thank God she was not and we did eventually get to see her and were given permission to have her cremated with dignity. " You want a funeral home to pick up the medical waste removed from your body?" was the question. Yes, we want a funeral home to pick up our daughter. Even though we did get to see her, she was in a small jar with formaldehyde, so I never did get to kiss her good-bye. But she was fully formed, perfect in every way. She was even smiling.
I understand that there are extenuating circumstances that make abortion palatable, or even necessary (in ectopic pregnancies for instance). I counsel parents who have chosen to interrupt a pregnancy when faced with the choice of one hour of life with their child or wait for stillbirth. I have grieved with parents who believe with all their hearts that the choice they made was for the comfort of their child and would give anything to have them here. But the vast majority of abortions are not performed in these cases, they are performed because a woman believes that death for the child would be better than parenting for her. And because of these women, my child was disrespected. After all, we cannot believe it is a child when it dies naturally and not believe it when someone doesn't want it. We want to. We want to believe we are big enough to have both in our minds, but we aren't. Not most of us. Not me, and apparently not the hospital I had Rose at. I believe my much wanted baby was just as much a baby as a child who was not wanted. They believed she was medical waste, just like the abortion they performed earlier that day.
I don't have any pictures of my sweet girl, but I do have pictures of her brother, who also died at almost the same gestation 2 years later. These are fairly graphic, but I believe they say more about the humanity of these children than words ever could.
Please pray for those marching today. Please pray for President Obama as he considers what to do with the FOCA . Please pray his heart will be changed toward the unborn and that life can be respected in this country.Friday, November 7, 2008
wisdom from my ranting
so yesterday I'm trying to teach math to my 12 year old. I know, that's really funny, but my math has improved greatly through teaching! I swear! ANYWAYS....
I give him a problem, he comes up with an answer that is no where NEAR the answer, so I ask him how he got there. He shows me a really convoluted process that is nothing like what I taught him, but it's at least consistent, as he uses the same process every time (and consequently gets the wrong answer almost every time). So I sweetly rant at him: Son, I don't know why you insist on doing it differently than I taught you and I don't know how to teach you to get the right answer that way. There's only a couple of ways to do this, and your way is neither of them. So when you are ready to get the right answer, I'll teach you how to get there the right way. Hrmph......
And then there it is. This is how God feels with me, almost daily. He's taught me how to do this life: put Him first, love others, be kind, be honest, be a servant, check my motives, take care of myself, do what you are made to do, etc. Then I sit and play Baby Blimp for 2 hours instead of doing something that would feed my soul or take care of my family and wonder why it's not working for me. Or I am dishonest with my husband about my feelings and wonder why I suddenly resent him. Or I lose my vision for motherhood by comparing myself to others and I wonder why I'm resistant to serving my family. Or I do a good thing, but only so others will think I'm good, and wonder why they see me as proud.
I do it my way, over and over again, wonder why I keep getting the wrong answer and then get mad at God cause it's SO HARD. I want to do it my way and get the right answer. I'm 12. Hey, I aged 10 years! At this rate I'll die at 18.
I give him a problem, he comes up with an answer that is no where NEAR the answer, so I ask him how he got there. He shows me a really convoluted process that is nothing like what I taught him, but it's at least consistent, as he uses the same process every time (and consequently gets the wrong answer almost every time). So I sweetly rant at him: Son, I don't know why you insist on doing it differently than I taught you and I don't know how to teach you to get the right answer that way. There's only a couple of ways to do this, and your way is neither of them. So when you are ready to get the right answer, I'll teach you how to get there the right way. Hrmph......
And then there it is. This is how God feels with me, almost daily. He's taught me how to do this life: put Him first, love others, be kind, be honest, be a servant, check my motives, take care of myself, do what you are made to do, etc. Then I sit and play Baby Blimp for 2 hours instead of doing something that would feed my soul or take care of my family and wonder why it's not working for me. Or I am dishonest with my husband about my feelings and wonder why I suddenly resent him. Or I lose my vision for motherhood by comparing myself to others and I wonder why I'm resistant to serving my family. Or I do a good thing, but only so others will think I'm good, and wonder why they see me as proud.
I do it my way, over and over again, wonder why I keep getting the wrong answer and then get mad at God cause it's SO HARD. I want to do it my way and get the right answer. I'm 12. Hey, I aged 10 years! At this rate I'll die at 18.
Thursday, November 6, 2008
Dogs have it good
Because we've all wanted to at times, especially lately:
Barney Bite Back
Go Barney! Serves em right for getting in his face....
Barney Bite Back
Go Barney! Serves em right for getting in his face....
Sunday, October 26, 2008
This is.....
Something I was surprised I liked
My husband. I was going to marry a tall cowboy who loved to dance, could ride, lived on a ranch, and wanted to have a million kids. It'd be nice if he loved God, but that was just icing on the cake. To my surprise, I married a tall computer programming jazz musician who hates to dance, has never been on a horse and only wanted 4 kids. So how'd we end up with 8? Well, he decided that 3 and 4 were so much fun, lets go for 5! Then number 5 got here and it still just didn't seem like all that many, so we ended up with 6 and 7, which suddenly made it seem like a million. I talked him into #8 though. Turns out it was the best thing we ever did.
He not only loves God, but is passionate about Jesus. And that's really what is core in our marriage. Weird, the one thing I could care less about about and it's what is now the sexiest thing about him.
He learned to dance and I learned to love jazz, except for modern, :0P. We're looking for an acre or so, but no bigger, and NO horses, which is fine with me, turns out they are a lot of work. I've learned to decorate around all the computers and not make too much fun of him for being a nerd(I actually greatly appreciate his nerdness, it keeps our family very well), he's learned that not all country music is awful.
I really like him. I look at him some days and am still surprised and a little overwhelmed how much I like him.
This post is part of a game called This Is which I found at Three Buttons, through my friend at Sum of Mum. This weeks This Is topic brought to you by Earl and Cookie .
He not only loves God, but is passionate about Jesus. And that's really what is core in our marriage. Weird, the one thing I could care less about about and it's what is now the sexiest thing about him.
He learned to dance and I learned to love jazz, except for modern, :0P. We're looking for an acre or so, but no bigger, and NO horses, which is fine with me, turns out they are a lot of work. I've learned to decorate around all the computers and not make too much fun of him for being a nerd(I actually greatly appreciate his nerdness, it keeps our family very well), he's learned that not all country music is awful.
I really like him. I look at him some days and am still surprised and a little overwhelmed how much I like him.
This post is part of a game called This Is which I found at Three Buttons, through my friend at Sum of Mum. This weeks This Is topic brought to you by Earl and Cookie .
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