Thursday, October 29, 2009

Death To The Dead

I'll sort of explain the title. Just hang in there with me. I'm not even going to slam Halloween.

I was driving home this afternoon and enjoying all the pretty fall colors. I also saw a lot of scary decorations and I have to shake my head with wonder as to why people like to celebrate death so much. I don't get it.

The whole subject of dead things has been coming up a lot lately. So much so, that I'm seeing a theme. Around this time last year, I was reminded of the story of Lazarus and how Jesus called him out of the grave. I felt very strongly that was applicable to myself and several other people that I know. So I've been wondering what exactly did that mean.

Then I fell head first into the driest, deadest season you could imagine. Work, money, relationships, even my time with God was dried up, d-r-y. Discouragement and depression rolled right in with it. Not to mention the whole aunt flo issue that hadn't been an issue for years was back.

It could not have felt more like a tomb.

Ever notice the dead can't really call out to people because people can't hear them? I felt that way. No matter what I was saying, it wasn't coming across the way I wanted it to. Misunderstandings were popping up with everything and everyone. It was getting to the point that I didn't even want to be around people because the tension in the air was more than what I could handle. I had that screw it gene going on in full force. I was wiped out on many levels so I just pulled further into that tomb with those words mocking me, "I've called you by name and I've called you out of the grave."

I did not feel called and you don't get much deader than what was going on. Flat lined. Freaked out Hubby to see me just give up. Hubs said that God did pull Lazarus out of the grave, I came back with 'after He let him marinate for a while'. So then we had a nice long discussion of marinades and the proper doneness of something.


Leave it to us to beat a dead horse.

I crack myself up.

Interesting timing on a couple of things. First being, Skillet's new album Awake came out and there are a couple songs that just nailed it.

Their song Awake And Alive was just so fitting. I'm not going to put all the words down as I don't know if that would be kosher but if you can check out the song.
"I'm at war with the world and they try to pull me into the dark.

I struggle to find my faith.
As I'm slipping from your arms
It's getting harder to stay awake
And my strength is fading fast
You breathe into me at last
I'm awake I'm alive
...When my faith is getting weak

And I feel like giving in
You breathe into me again"

I had this and a couple other songs just cranked up. Got to love a guy who can belt super loud what you are feeling. Holla to the panheads!

Then Kerri and I started this bible study. I can not tell you enough good things about this bible study. Why haven't you gotten it yet? Waiting on Christmas???? Make sure you get the bible study. My MIL has had all kinds of drama to get this book. You can get it through
Lifeway's website. It looks like this.


There were a couple things that have been hopping out at me right from the start. Before we started this I was telling Hubs I was so tired of getting my butt kicked and not having more victory in my life. That's when I had the curtain pulled back and saw how much unbelief I had lurking around.

Ruh-roh, Raggie.

One of the things Jennifer Rothschild said was any thought that doesn't line up with God's Word is a grave digging thought. Even I could see that light bulb go off. What are you saying to yourself? Is it God's truth or a lie straight from the grave? If it isn't God's truth than it's a sin.

Yeah, I'm still stinging over that one myself - thought I would share.

The more we've dug into this study, the more I can see how I've have dug some graves and pulled the stone over the opening just by agreeing with negative things that have been spoken over me. Let me tell you - that is one long list!

So I set my mind to break off these agreements and finally start saying and thinking what God says and thinks about me. Just like all of us are suppose to! What a concept, huh?

Even Hubs' message was on making agreements with God instead of lies. He had his message long before I even started this bible study.

Oh irony, how you love to follow me.

He said he believed the lies the enemy had told him when he was young because all his natural senses told him that he hadn't become a Christian and that he hadn't changed. He said by his agreeing with that lie rather than agreeing with what God's Word said about him being a new creation in Christ, that it opened a door, if you will, and for a time in his life he was involved in Indian mysticism and the occult. While it's been many years since then he said he carried the guilt of that around for years.

Oh do I know all about guilt!

With all the dog drama we've had going on, I was reminded of a time when the dog we have found a dead raccoon. We don't know if she killed it or what. But she carried this thing around like a teddy bear. She snuggled up with it and would give it doggie kisses. No matter how hard we tried to get her away from that dead, stinky thing, she would not let it go. We were able to get it one time and bury it and that darn dog went and dug it back up.

As that memory was playing through my head, Jesus very quietly asked me if I was ready to give Him the dead raccoon. Moi?? I'm not carrying around some dead... Doh!

If we repent, or own up to it, Jesus is faithful to forgive us our sins. Do I believe He paid the price for it? Yes. Then why am I dragging that dead thing around like a teddy bear? A part of me knows that it's dead and needs to be buried. So why in the world did I crawl in the grave with that thing???

The old saying a lie is easier to believe than the truth is painfully accurate some times.

Have you heard the term stinking thinking? I had some stinking thinking lies that I had agreed with as a young child and here I've been hauling them around as that is all I have known. I've also been carrying some guilt around like dead weight. I haven't known anything different. As far back as I can remember - and I can remember all the way back to preschool - it's all been a graveyard experience. I remember the good times and have grieved over them with no hope of more good things to come.

Talk about your downer.

I've reminded myself many a time of Ps 23 that God say go through the valley of the shadow of death NOT camp out here. This is my plot, here I rot isn't the correct attitude.

Rothschild's study wasn't about to let me off the hook either. It was exposing a lot of wrong thinking I've had about myself and truth be told, in just about every area of my life. She pressed even further on faulty assumptions. "Faulty assumptions always reveal themselves in wrong thinking and result in erroneous action."

Ever assume something but have it to be totally wrong?

Yeah, don't look at me all innocent like.

Kerri and I were talking about where one week we were asked if we need to hear truth, admit truth or embrace truth. I know all the Christianese phrases. I'm doing like 3 bible studies and I'm still flat dry, bone empty. I've heard truth, I know truth but still coming up empty. The words 'embrace truth' leaped off the page. She's been saying how we need to tell ourselves to wake up to the scheme's of the devil who is like a roaring lion. She even asked how is it possible to not be aware of a lion's roar?

Well lets see, when you're in a grave and have made all kinds of agreements that are opposite of what God's Word says, then you decided to crawl out of that grave only to have a lion standing right there - I'm thinking a couple of throws, a comfy couch and this tomb isn't so bad.

Why yes, Ethel, it has been a knock down drag out fight. However could you tell?

I've emailed a lot of you on a regular basis. I know we have all been struggling with different issues as far as the eye can see. But I so want to encourage you to come out of the grave digging lies that have been holding us back in so many areas. You're worth it. Don't you dare tell me you're not! Jesus didn't pay the price for you for nothing and you're not junk. All of us are rare treasures. The thing about treasure is you have to dig it up to know it's value. All of us have a treasure that has been deposited in us and it's time to come out of that grave fully using what God's Word says about us.

It's time to take off the grave clothes and to come awake, to come alive.

The world may want to celebrate death but we all know where the world is heading. Last few months have been interesting. Hubs and I have been breaking off past agreements and holy smokes as that stirred up interesting things. Even though it has been a battle, I'm not going back in the grave. I have been fighting too hard, too long to say screw it and just lay down and die - now. Oh the temptation has been there! My body is just run down, the emotions have been rubbed raw, the will has been run dry, and it has been a fight just to get out of bed every day. The reason I keep at it is, if nothing else, to piss off a few people and say that I'm still freakin here!

In the bible Jesus told the people to cut the grave clothes away. The thing about being in a grave like this - inside my own head and my own emotions - is that no one can come and cut away the grave clothes. It is a choice you have to make to keep going to Jesus. Day in and day out.

It's funny because this has been rolling around in my head for weeks but I haven't shared it. I went to bible study today and a lot of what was said was lining right up with a few things even though it's a different bible study. Hilarious God.

Then I was prayed for and more of breaking off curses. My folks are a huge depression trigger. Hubs has pointed out to me many times that I didn't have the relationship I thought I did with them. Yet here I am, holding what I thought was a teddy bear, grieving over the good times when it's really a dead animal.

Much like a toothless lion.

It's defeated but I've allowed it to take up residency in my thoughts. He roars away and doesn't have to take a bite because I've already laid down and gave up. I can see how this plays out into everything God says about us - health, finances, relationships - you name it. If I'm agreeing with a lie than how can I believe God what He says in His word about my situation?

What fries my bacon is that I was attacked at a very young age and not knowing any better, agreed with every negative thing that people said about me - even thinking it was myself saying it about me. More from Jennifer - she said "Snarly, ugly lies come from the roaring lion, our Enemy. They're his primary plan for stealing your peace and killing your joy. He knows how to drop the thought off at your thought-closet door dressed up just like something you would feel or think."

Dirty rotten bastage.

I know I'm not the only one that has bought into that lie!

If you can identify with this than I can't stress it enough - get this bible study! Well worth it! It's been brutally painful but for once I feel like I got a grip on it instead of just getting tossed around. I feel like I actually have some tools in my hand to do what needs to be done instead of a band-aid on an open wound.

I've spent a lot of time praying for my InterPeeps. I know I'm not the only person out there just straggled in grave clothes. Jesus called His friend by name out of the grave. How about it friend, ya with me?

Wednesday, October 28, 2009

Dog Gone Good

It seems the doggie drama continues. The other day the screaming neighbor lady was on our front steps yelling at her dog to come back. The dog was at our front door scratching to be let in. Lady screamsalot was stomping her foot and demanded the dog come to her.

Mr. Curious decided, 'screw you lady, I'm taking my chances with these people' and went from scratching on the door to banging into the door. I lost all composure when the lady asked the dog if he wanted a spanking and started laughing. I have no idea if the dog turned around and looked at her because she asked him again and then added, 'then come here right now'.

Unable to believe what I was hearing, I proceeded to laugh even harder that set off a coughing fit. Even though the door was closed, she heard me mocking her. So she stomped up the steps, onto the porch, and dragged her dog off. The dog, who I swear yelped, 'save me', did not want to go and get his spanking.

A few hours later same dog was driving our dog nuts. At least until today.

I did hear some barking and yelling but since it's a daily, no hourly, occurrence I blew it off. Hubby got home and informed me that our dog was waiting in the driveway for him when he got out of his truck. Turns out the dog had enough and busted through a rotten board on the fence and proceeded to scare the milk bone right out of the neighbor lady and her wayward dog.

This may explain why we had the quietest evening. Haven't heard one peep from next door and that is saying a lot.

This is an old dog and is more bark than bite - now. But back in her hay day she, along with her sister, were the neighborhood terrors and were royal pests. While we lived out in the country then - they still had a reputation. I didn't care as they weren't my dogs. So the thought of her going after someone's pet made me feel bad.

Then I remembered who it was and quickly let that feeling pass.

I don't think any harm was done or I bet she would have been banging on my front door. Knowing how much this dog has mellowed, I bet she busted out just to get Mr. Curious to knock it off. She's a big dog and her size alone should have caused both screaming lady and her little dog to go away. One can only hope.

We think after her escape she hid in our backyard and didn't bother anyone else. I never heard anything. Hope she scared off the stray cat while she was back there. To the dog's credit, she took Hubs right to the escape spot to show him where to fix the fence. The fence that is rotting and needs replaced. The rotting fence that we hope out lasts the dog.

This, once again, brought up the subject of what are we going to do and how soon do we think my folks will be able to take their dog back. Problem with that is this dog does not travel well. She gets super sick. With the folks going back to Indiana we don't think this dog would make it. And there is no way I want a barfing dog to suddenly have bowl issues on a 3 hour drive.

I find myself angry at being in the situation all over again. Just to add insult to injury, my Mom tried calling today. My Dad arrived at a half-way house today and for some reason Mom tried calling me. Why she thought I would have had any information was beyond me. She should have tried calling my grandparents or my aunt who was the one that picked his butt up from the bus station.

I was on the phone with Hubs earlier today just sort of whining about a couple of things and this was before the escaping dog and my Mom calling. The whole female issue gets old real quick and I was just sniffing about how hard it is as this affects life on many levels. Not happy to be having this issue after years of not having problems.

When Hubby came home he had a mocha frappe for me. Aww! I sort of felt bad for that last post I did about him looking like Clark Gable. I told him about the post and without missing a beat, he quoted from You've Got Mail.
"152 that thinks he looks like Clark Gable."
"152 people who thinks he looks like a Clark Bar."

Truly, I love this man beyond words.

Since he gets me, I got over the somewhat bad feelings for sort of mocking him and slammed down the frappe.

Speaking of dog gone good - I tried a new recipe and even J like it. That is huge. This is easy and it fed these guys with enough left over for lunch.

Lime Chicken Tacos
1-1/2 pounds of boneless skinless chicken breast.
3 T. lime juice
1 T. chili powder
1 cup frozen corn
1 cup chunky salsa
flour tortillas
Sour cream, shredded cheese and lettuce optional

Place the chicken in a slow cooker. Combine lime juice and chili powder; pour over chicken. Cover and cook 5 hours OR until chicken is tender. (Depends on the temp settings of crock pot. Less time to cook then use higher heat.)
Remove chicken, cool slightly. Stir in corn and salsa. Take forks and shred chicken, return to slow cooker. Mix well; cover and cook on low for 30 minutes. Load up the tortillas and have at it.

It was down right yummy. Although I should have used a slotted spoon to dish it up as they were a bit juicy.

Tuesday, October 27, 2009

Sneak Attack

I'm trying to figure this one out. I totally got sneak attacked. First off, dear old mean spirited aunt flow said, "nanner nanner I'm baaaack!" in her most creepy voice. Seriously? It's only be a little over a week auntie!

Further proof that I am one messed up cookie.

I got to go have some girl time over coffee Monday morning. Huge thanks! I'm thinking this needs to be a mandatory once a month thing. I had a pumpkin spice latte. I am slowly turning to the darkside. Latte doesn't have as strong of a coffee taste to me. Maxwell House has an International brand of Vanilla Caramel Latte. I like it. It smells wonderful. So much so, that all 3 boys about parked their noses on my cup to sniff it.

Suddenly my desire for it went downhill a bit but I blame that on the guys.

But I was surprised as most of the time I get anything coffee it tastes pretty retched no matter how much I doctored it. And you have no idea how I have longed to be part of the coffee crowd. I've endured many a scornful look at my inability to drink coffee. This was another bone of contention for my Mom. I think she would liked to be hooked up to an I.V. of coffee and had dreams of a mini her version going out for coffee.

While her mini-me turned out to be my brother, I could tell this was yet another area where I let her down. That and the more I acted like my Dad, the more it cooked her noodle.

They say coffee is an enquired taste. I always said if you have to force yourself to like it something is wrong.

Does this make me bi-beverage? Because that's just a little out there even for me.

Moving on...

A few weeks ago I totally saved N as a spider was crawling up his arm. I could tell he had no idea and instincts taking over I reached out to just grab the thing. Trouble with that is N pulled his arm away with the what are you doing which threw off my grab. While I did kill the spider, it did manage to bite me in the hand.

The weirdos, aka my spawn, keep asking me if I'm going to turn into SpiderMom. Hilarity has continued as they tried to figure out if my metamorphosis has started yet. I told J if he even goes for the fuzzy lip stand-by I was going to knock him into next week. He said that would be good because next week is going to be eventful and exciting verses this week has been picking up and getting things ready.

Right about now, the web shooter would have been handy.

I get to hear every.single.day just how excited the guys are for their upcoming b-day. Good thing because I would hate to see them carry on their Dad's tradition of still being mad he was born, so please do not acknowledge the tragic day he arrived on this mud ball called planet earth. I wish I were kidding. He has gotten better. By a tiny bit.

As I was trying to down play the fact I was curled into a fetal position popping Midol like they were tic-tacs, I found myself at a unique angle observing the guys. I can tell some of the chewbacca gene as managed it's way to the boys. M has peach fuzz mutton chops going on. Their Dad can't grow a beard but it's looking like the boys will. At least M will.

When is it time to say, "son, shave the fuzz off your face?" It's super fine, not that noticeable but not so sure about the whole thing. Their Dad can shave once a week. He has never shaved his upper lip. It took him years to grow the stache. So I have no idea. He did show them how to shave and I managed to sneak attack a picture of this and all 4 of them threw a fit.

Soooo, I won't be posting said picture right about now. But truth be known, only because the computer has rejected my camera.

Before I forget, Hubs said I miss spoke a few months ago. When I gave him my typical blank what are you talking about look, he said that it's not Cary Grant it was Clark Gable he's always been referred to - and I didn't spell Cary right.

After I stopped blinking rather rapidly, I tried really hard to remember what the heck he was talking about. Then I remembered Ethel and Maw-maw from wally world had asked that handsome man who looked like Clark Gable to help them out.

What-stinking-ever.

For that little snark, it will cost him.

I can't scan any of our older pictures as I have the crappiest scanner and doesn't do the picture justice. If you can ignore the chin hair, give him longer wavy hair, stick out the ears - I see it.


I even had a picture on my camera that is sort of close to this except for the long wavy hair. But Hoopty computer, still terrified of Hubs decided to not let the camera work, thus protecting Hubs.

Unless dude is using his Jedi mind trick right now but doubt it as he's sound asleep.

The picture I posted a few months ago just doesn't have the same snarky 'frankly mah dear, I don't give a damn' look about him. Well, except this one.

But he doesn't have his Clark Gable look going on in this picture. Phooey. But both Ethel and Maw-maw had fun batting their glued on eyelashes as Mr. Dashing.

Who tells me months later about a typo.

Monday, October 26, 2009

The Calm Before The Storm

Here it is at why am I still up o'thirty in the morning and I feel like a hush has just settled. I just finished reading another Vince Flynn book. Loved it! In my opinion he's better than Tom Clancy. Don't be hatin', it's just an opinion. While Flynn has some profanity in it nothing to the degree that Clancy puts in his.

I'm still feeling all smug that the bad guys got what they had coming to them. That is why I'm still up as I HAD to finish it. How weird is this? I started reading it Saturday. I was almost done with it Sunday afternoon but I was getting a headache so I laid down for a bit. Hubs picked up the book and finished it before he had to go to bed. Jerk. Hate it when he does that. But we love to discuss books and what we thought of it. Come to think of it we do the same thing with movies.

Anyway, before the boys went to bed, we were going over what all is on the agenda for the next couple of weeks and it is going to be go, go, go. This last week has felt very much the calm before the storm.

This week we need to get things cleaned up for the in-laws' visit for the boys' b-day. Really don't want their Pap to kill himself on some massive pile of Lego pieces. Those bad boys have been known to drop a commando. Granted it was G.I. Joe, but I thought he was suppose to be a lot tougher. I will say he held up better than the Spiderman action figure.

May he rest in pieces.

Seems like there is only going to be a few weeks left in this year that won't have something or someone going in several directions. It's enough to make me want to pull the covers over my head and hibernate until next year.

Then reality came knocking, knocking on my chamber door.

It laughed at me and said get thy bootay out of thy bed and get to work as thou has a truck load of crap to get done before the storm hits.

Crap!

But to this I say Bah! Humbug!

This is the last week to see anything fall related and then your kids won't even be done trick-or-treating and the Christmas stuff will be out in full force.

I got to thinking about why have I been dreading Christmas for a while. The pressure to make good memories for the kids, to try and get them something they really want, and then toss in all the family angst and it just makes for the holiday blues. And they aren't even here yet!!! I can feel myself tensing already imagining a pile of snow on the ground and all the yucky weather and being cold until like June.

So I grabbed the nearest slipper and went to slipper slapping myself to snap out of it. Not sure if it helped. But I've talked with a few people and you can tell that stress is already in the air and on several fronts.

"Uh-oh!"
"Don't tell me. Sharp rocks at the bottom?"
"Most likely."
"Bring it on."
"Boooyaahahaa!!"
Emperor's New Groove

Friday, October 23, 2009

Dang It

Ok I'm a bit steamed right now. I had a blog post all set and ready to go when Blogger refused to post it and kept giving me error messages. Out of frustration, and many swear words, I stormed off to bed plotting the demise of the blog.

After some much needed sleep, I rethought this.

So I pull it up today and the post I worked on is just shredded. Only saved a part of it, not all of it as the autosave decided to stop working right in the middle of the post. And there was wailing and gnashing of teeth - from me.

I may have screamed Why? a few times but I can neither confirm nor deny that.

What the hey?? I finally get around to write a post and evil forces have worked against me.

I can't even write a full post as the boys are hovering and pointing out grammar errors and went on to explain some things to me.

Dang it.

Wednesday, October 21, 2009

Men...

I forgot to mention that over the weekend Hubby got one part of the garage all cleaned out and able to put the truck gasp! in the garage. He is still tickled about it. 3 1/2 years and this is the first time any of our vehicles have been in our garage.

It's a proud moment.

For once we don't have all my folks' junk filling it up. Dude can organize like no one I know. His skills for packing 15 pounds of crap in a 5 pound bag is something to behold. So after all his mad skills, he was finally able to get his big hurking truck in there.

And he lifted holy hands in thanksgiving. Yay he went forth and bought a garage door opener and more rejoicing was to be had.

This will save him a lot of time scrapping the windshield at o'dark thirty in the morning this winter. Still too much junk for my van to fit in but I really don't care. The thought of parking in a garage sort of freaks me out. I'm worried about hitting something. Backing out of our driveway has been a challenge for me. I always forget which way to turn the wheel. I'm still amazed that one bush is still alive.

Inside joke - Shout out to the Gangsta Ninja. Don't be hating - it's not good for you. Of course, you may not want me to give you any acknowledgement as this could give you a bad reputation. Guilty by association and all that jazz. Unless you are going for some serious street creds. Although I could say, hello you left me high and dry with the computer. What is up with that???

But I will take the high road and not go there.

In other news, my Dad's letter was interesting. It turns out a friend of the family found my blog and at this point I'm not sure how much information was passed along. Dad dropped enough hints and the stuff he said are things I've only posted on my blog. No family members far and wide are aware of this here blog, nor knew any of the info for him to be able to commented on.

While a lot of what I've posted have been actual conversations, and I've pretty much said all of it to their face, I'm still irked. I know, I've posted it online for all to see and know so this is the risk one takes. That's not the point. It's still the fact that I feel like I can't get away from all the junk that follows after them. I'm still linked to them no matter how hard I have cut, sawed, chopped, and burn that darn link. It's like I have nothing that is my own without one or all of them trampling all over it.

I'm not embarrassed, just feel like it's one more cord for them to tie around my neck. One more reason for me to pause before I hit the publish button. That has been weird too. Seems like no matter what I post, someone has a negative opinion.

There is no justification for the person passing this along, can't even claim it's out of concern. Yet another scenario of someone sticking their nose in something that doesn't concern them. All labeled 'I was just trying to help'. Sheesh! I just love the fact that people see me as a problem to be fixed. More like how can we control her so she'll do what we think she needs to do.

I was telling all of this to Hubs when N sat there and shook his head. He asked if that was some sort of bloggy violation. I told him no. It's public domain and people can interpret any information the way they want, regardless if it's true or not true. Very much like gossip. It doesn't have to be true for people to pass it along.

Both N and M said that is down right scary. I said it's the nature of the beast. Also a lesson to be careful what you write. N said that is self-editing and could stifle the creative process of learning about who you are. I laughed at that one. I said self-editing isn't a bad thing. No one really wants to know everything we have to think on every subject. M said I just burst N's bubble as he was sure the world revolved around him.

Needless to say, that comment set off a snark attack. Not to be confused with a sneak attack. A snark attack is where there is a lot of meowing and some hissy thrown in for good measure. Much like the stray cats that have been hanging out in our backyard.

Monday, October 19, 2009

Everything But The Kitchen Sink

Lets see how many different subjects I can cram into this post. I feel a long winded, eyes glazed over, post is in order. I didn't post anything the other day so I'll just smush a few into one. You better grab a snack or come back at a better time cuz this is gonna be long. Or you could find something better to do like rinse out the garbage cans.

Are you comfy? Good. Are you sure you want to read this? Okay....

We're all feeling better. Still stuck on the tale end of mucus mayhem but fevers are all gone. Still a little froggy but we're on the mend. Aunt flow, thankfully, ended her visit. Only a week and half so that wasn't too bad. Little weak from it as stairs give me fits but I've had worse.

Hubs spoke at church Sunday and did a really good job. Can't say enough good things about him. I was going to try and figure out the whole podcast thing to post it on my blog, but it required more brain power than what I could muster to tackle the job. Much to Hubby's relief.

Totally proud of him. He had all this done and prepared months ago and wasn't nervous at all which shocked both of us. It was a God thing for sure. He already has 3 more done with 2 in the works. Cracks me up. Have to see what God is up to with that.

We were getting ready to walk out the door and he said 'today's the day' which was a bad thing to say as there is a whole song from Blue's Clues that starts with that. Me, being me, broke out into song with Blue's part thrown in for good measure.

I'm both surprised and appalled that I still remember this song.

Why can't we pick and choose what we remember and what we forget?? Seriously. I would like to forget a few things not to mention all those kid shows. Yet I still blank out when asked my telephone number or my email address. I walk into a room and forget what I was going to do. I wonder if it's possible to add more memory to one's brain like a computer.

Speaking of computers, I still hate hoopty. Just thought you would like to know that.

Even the mouse to this thing is starting to act all hoopty like. You have to click it a few times for it to realize you meant it. This continues for every other click so I end up aggressively tapping the button to get it to work. The mouse decided it didn't like the abuse and stopped working. Normally I cheer when there is a dead mouse but since this one is connected to the computer, I was not thrilled. I unplugged it and replugged it - nothing. Enter Hubs and the mouse jumps back to life with Hoopty cowering for its life.

So not fair.

In other news, FIL is still alive. Talked to my MIL today and had a good chat with her. I hear that she is going to make some cookies with the boys when they come up for the boys' birthday.

Long story long, I was suppose to make Hubster some cookies for his birthday. This has yet to happen. The whole subject of cookies came up and all of Hubs' favorite cookies are ones I've never heard of nor have found recipes for. The boys hearing all this cookie wonderfulness suddenly wanted to know why they have never tasted this, so posed the question to their Grammy.

After they promised not to bail out and actually help with the process of baking, and I told her this would count as part of their home ec. credit, she agreed. And these aren't just any cookies but ladyfingers or clothespin cookies - something like that. As in the best cookie I have ever tasted in my life.

To hear that this awesome cookieness is just a few weeks away brought much rejoicing in the land. Mainly from Hubby but rejoicing none the less.

We did get to talking about church stuff. I told her that I'm sort of miffed right now. Ever have God call your bluff? I wasn't really bluffing but I was sort of using an excuse. See God remove excuse and hear Him say, checkmate. Know that other people are aware of this checkmate status and they are totally laughing about it.

Not happy, Bob. Not happy.

The excuse I was using all started earlier this month when we went to a fish fry from our former church. The boys ended up hanging out with some teens that while we attended there, didn't give them the time of day. They had a good time and they asked if they could go to that youth group. Trouble with that is there are some people who basically think I'm the devil, that I manipulate and control my husband all because I tend to be vocal and he doesn't. If they only knew.

Needless to say, I didn't think them attending would go over too well. Can't say as I would be comfortable with that either with me being the devil and all. Talk about awkward.

On top of that, I have been battling some severe depression that I've sort of masked. While people knew I was down, no one has known to what degree. In the middle of being down, just about everyone backed away from me all with the 'I don't know what to say' excuse. So not only have we gone through financial hardship, battled depression, but lose friendships on top of it. Who knew going through a hard time could give you a social disease? Makes it hard to trust people in general.

Sort of hard to break off agreements when you have people reinforcing it to boot.

I told Hubs I would be by his side when he spoke but after that, all bets were off and I was going to take on the dreaded task of church shopping in order to find a youth group for the boys. Cuz it's all about the boys - ahem.

Right before Hubby speaks, the announcement was made that a youth group is being formed by combining with a couple other churches.

Dang it.

I made eye contact with Hubs and gave him the stink eye. He, of course, just smirked at me. Later he was extremely smug that look at how God provided. The desire was there and rather than have to take matters into my hands, God took care of it for me.

I told him where he could stick his polished halo.

He's still laughing at me. Totally at as I'm not laughing. This is still filed under 'we shall see' as well as 'to be continued' as I'm not entirely sold on the whole thing. The youth group I went to had young adults who ran it and bought alcohol for the minors. While I'm not saying this group will do that - I don't jump blindly.

A lot of people have told me I'm over protective of the boys and blah, blah, blah. I just don't prescribe to the viewpoint of tossing your kid into a pool with the sink or swim approach. Been there, done that and it wasn't that great. I'm finding they are more willing to tackle things after they've been instructed and equipped than just floating around trying to make it to the other side.

I've also been told I don't trust authority by numerous people. Why do I always get the picture from the Jungle Book of the snake with his eyes all goofy singing 'Trust In Me' while he's about ready to swallow him whole?
Issues?
Moi???
Duh.
You just now figuring that one out? In that case, I have some ocean front property for sale in the state of Iowa.
If I have to explain that to anyone just go away before I hurt you.

And finally...

Some of your comments from the dog issue cracked me up. I have to confess that our doggie situation isn't exactly kosher, so I can't really call animal control unless I want a bigger headache.

My folks were suppose to take their dog back once they got out but the breed of dog wasn't allowed at their apartment complex. My folks' revisit to Club Fed left us, once again, stuck with the dog. So I'm still torn over the whole issue of what to do with this dog cause she's not exactly legal as I didn't intend to still have this dog for this long.

I did send off the question on the whole dog subject when I sent my Dad a birthday card. He didn't respond to anything about the dog. Totally blew that subject off but did send some serious snarkiness on a few things. And it wasn't a good snarkiness either.

There's a shock for ya.

I think this post covers just about everything. I decided not to toss in the kitchen sink as I still need to shovel all the dishes out of it. Way to much work.

Friday, October 16, 2009

Who Let The Dogs Out?

I'm thinking the neighbor's dog needs to be pelted with a paintball or 20. I take that back, the neighbor needs to be pelted with a paintball. All summer long I have heard this lady's shrill voice screeching out her dog's name.

The name of this dog happens to be the same as Hubs. It is really weird to hear someone yell Hubs' name in a tone that makes me want to pick up the nearest slipper and have a throw down. He joked that he hopes she quits soon as he was starting to have flashbacks of his childhood.

Sadly, it hasn't stopped. At all hours of the day, and night, we hear this woman yelling for her dog to come back. She doesn't put her dog on a leash and for the longest time was training him to go in our yard.

What cracks me up is that she makes a show of picking up the poo yet doesn't. I heard someone yelling one day, so I pulled the curtains back a bit and watched her pretend to clean up her dog's mess. When she straightened up, we made eye contact and she now has the dog do his business in the yard of a house that is for sale. On the other side of us.

One time it was 4 in the morning and this lady is loudly whispering, "Come here!" All while the dog was happily ignoring her. After her waking me up, I think I would have ignore her too just to piss her off.

It's the little things in life that can put a smile on your face.

This dog is a rather curious fellow. He likes to climb up onto our porch and stare at his owner while she yells at him to get down. And he has discovered my Mom's ancient dog that lives outside. While the dog is a very nice dog, I'm hoping my folks will take her back this time. It's either that or we're going to have to look into putting her down. She's 11 and a big dog and you can tell she's not going to handle another winter.

Lately, Mr. Curious likes to get right up near the fence and those two bark like crazy. No matter what time it is. They've gone at it at 2 am as well as 8 am. Not to mention around noon and 4. Last night he decided to come into our backyard causing our dog to just go ape. I noticed our driveway light was triggered and when I opened the side door, there was this dog sniffing around eating any loose dog food he could find.

All while his owner screamed her head off for the dog to come back right this second.

I'm going to go out on a limb and say that the dog doesn't understand screech, nor speaks stupid. He may even be deaf given the volume of his owner.

The boys asked if we should buy them a leash. I said no, because when she pretended to clean up the poo the dog was on a leash. She figures that the dog is so well trained he doesn't need it any more. The boys corrected my assumption by saying the leash was for the owner to wear because that is who is trained, not the dog.

We cracked up laughing because right at that moment we heard the dogs barking and the lady screaming as usual. J suggested instead of a leash we try to find a dog training for dummies book as that would be nicer.

M commented that was very thoughtful of him and J said, "don't think too much of me as I swiped someone's crops today on Farm Pals." This sets off another round of laughter.

After all the hilarity dies down, N decided it's been too long since he has announced that he is excited for his birthday. We still have a few weeks but hey it's never to early to start a countdown.

Unless it's Christmas we're talking about because la, la, la, la I can't hear yoooouuuu!!!!

Wednesday, October 14, 2009

Great

J is running a fever and felt pretty yucky. I have a sore throat and my nose is plugged and N and M are slowly getting better but are still running a mild fever.

Great, just great.

I don't know about you but I could use a good laugh. I'm going to post some jokes rather than go on and on about nothing important. My MIL sent me these and while super funny, I'm thinking I better give my FIL a call just to make sure he's okay.

Or not.

OIL CHANGE INSTRUCTIONS FOR WOMEN:
1) Pull up to Jiffy Lube when the mileage reaches 3000 miles since the last oil change.
2) Drink a cup of coffee.
3) 15 minutes later, write a check and leave, driving a properly maintained vehicle.

Money spent:
Oil Change: $30.00

Coffee: $1.00
Total: $31.00

OIL CHANGE INSTRUCTIONS FOR MEN:
1) Wait until Saturday, drive to auto parts store and buy a case of oil, filter, kitty litter, hand cleaner and a scented tree, use your debit card for $50.00.
2) Stop by 7/11 and buy a case of beer, (debit $20), drive home.
3) Open a beer and drink it.
4) Jack car up. Spend 30 minutes looking for jack stands.
5) Find jack stands under kid's pedal car..
6) In frustration, open another beer and drink it.
7) Place drain pan under engine.
8) Look for 9/16" box wrench.
9) Give up and use crescet (adjustable) wrench.
10) Unscrew drain plug.
11) Drop drain plug in pan of hot oil: splash hot oil on you in process. Cuss.
12) Crawl out from under car to wipe hot oil off of face and arms. Throw kitty litter on spilled oil.
13) Have another beer while watching oil drain.
14) Spend 30 minutes looking for oil filter wrench.
15) Give up; crawl under car and hammer a screwdriver through oil filter and twist off.
16) Crawl out from under car with dripping oil filter splashing oil everywhere from holes. Cleverly hide old oil filter among trash in trash can to avoid environmental penalties. Drink a beer.

17) Install new oil filter making sure to apply a thin coat of oil to gasket surface.
18) Dump first quart of fresh oil into engine.
19) Remember drain plug from step 11.
20) Hurry to find drain plug in drain pan..
21) Drink beer.
22) Discover that first quart of fresh oil is now on the floor. Throw kitty litter on oil spill.
23) Get drain plug back in with only a minor spill. Drink beer.
24) Crawl under car getting kitty litter into eyes. Wipe eyes with oily rag used to clean drain plug. Slip with stupid crescent wrench tightening drain plug and bang knuckles on frame removing any excess skin between knuckles and frame.
25) Begin cussing fit.
26) Throw stupid crescent wrench.
27) Cuss for additional 5 minutes because wrench hit bowling trophy..
28) Beer.
29) Clean up hands and bandage as required to stop blood flow.
30) Beer.
31) Dump in five fresh quarts of oil.
32) Beer.
33) Lower car from jack stands.
34) Move car back to apply more kitty litter to fresh oil spilled during any missed steps.
35) Beer.
36) Test drive car.
37) Get pulled over: arrested for driving under the influence.
38) Car gets impounded.
39) Call loving wife, make bail.
40) 12 hours later, get car from impound yard.

Money spent:

Parts: $50.00
DUI: $2500.00
Impound fee: $75.00
Bail: $1500.00
Beer: $20.00
Total: $4,145.00
But you know the job was done right!


DIVORCE VS. MURDER
A nice, calm and respectable lady went into the pharmacy, walked up to the Pharmacist, looked straight into his eyes, and said, "I would like to buy some Cyanide."
The pharmacist asked, "Why in the world do you need cyanide?"
The lady replied, "I need it to poison my husband..."
The pharmacist's eyes got big and he exclaimed, "Lord have mercy! I can't give you cyanide to kill your husband. That's against the law! I'll lose my license! They'll throw both of us in jail!
All kinds of bad things will happen. Absolutely not! You CANNOT have any cyanide!"
The lady reached into her purse and pulled out a picture of her husband in bed with the pharmacist's wife.
The pharmacist looked at the picture and replied,
"Well now, that's different. You didn't tell me you had a prescription."


One night, an 87-year-old woman came home from Bingo to find her 92-year-old husband in bed with another woman. She became violent and ended up pushing him off the balcony of their 20th floor apartment, killing him instantly.
Brought before the court, on the charge of murder, she was asked if she had anything to say in her own defense.. 'Your Honor,' she began coolly, 'I figured that at 92, if he could screw, he could fly.'


DEAR TIDE
I am writing to say what an excellent product you have! I've used it all of my married life, as my Mom always told me it was the best. Now that I am in my fifties I find it even better! In fact, about a month ago, I spilled some red wine on my new white blouse. My inconsiderate and uncaring husband started to belittle me about how clumsy I was, and generally started becoming a pain in the neck. One thing led to another and somehow I ended up with his blood on my new white blouse!

I grabbed my bottle of Tide with bleach alternative, to my surprise and satisfaction, all of the stains came out! In fact, the stains came out so well the detectives who came by yesterday told me that the DNA tests on my blouse were negative and then my attorney called and said that I was no longer considered a suspect in the disappearance of my husband. What a relief!

I thank you, once again, for having a great product. Well, gotta go, have to write to the Hefty bag people.


In a Chicago Hospital , a gentleman had made several attempts to get into the men's rest-room, but it had always been occupied. A nurse noticed his predicament.
"Sir," she said, "You may use the ladies room if you promise not to touch any of the buttons on the wall."

He did what he needed to, and as he sat there he noticed the buttons he had promised not to touch. Each button was identified by letters: WW , WA , PP and a red one labeled ATR.
Who would know if he touched them? He couldn't resist. He pushed WW and warm water was sprayed gently upon his bottom. What a nice feeling, he thought. Men's rest-rooms don't have nice things like this.

Anticipating greater pleasure, he pushed the WA button. Warm air replaced the warm water, gently drying his underside. When this stopped, he pushed the PP button. A large powder puff caressed his bottom adding a fragile scent of spring flower to this unbelievable pleasure.

The ladies rest-room was more than a rest-room; it is tender loving pleasure!

When the powder puff completed its pleasure, he couldn't wait to push the ATR button which he knew would be supreme ecstasy. Next thing he knew he opened his eyes, he was in a hospital bed, and a nurse was staring down at him.
"What happened?" he exclaimed. "The last thing I remember was pushing the ATR button."
"The button ATR is an Automatic Tampon Remover. Your peni$ is under your pillow."
(I told this joke to Kerri and she zinged right back that the Tooth Fairy was in for a surprise. I laughed so hard I snorted.)

Two women were playing golf. One teed off and watched in horror as her ball headed directly toward a foursome of men playing the next hole. The ball hit one of the men. He immediately clasped his hands together at his groin, fell to the ground and proceeded to roll around in agony.

The woman rushed down to the man, and immediately began to apologize."Please allow me to help. I'm a Physical Therapist, and I know I could relieve your pain if you'd allow me," she told him.
"Oh, no, I'll be all right. I'll be fine in a few minutes," the man replied. He was in obvious agony, lying in the fetal position, still clasping his hands there at his groin.

At her persistence, however, he finally allowed her to help. She gently took his hands away and laid them to the side, loosened his pants and put her hands inside. She administered tender and artful massage for several long moments and asked, 'How does that feel'?
He replied, "It feels great, but I still think my thumb's broken."

Tuesday, October 13, 2009

Slacker - A Way Of Being

How sad is this? Boys were all laid out today and I had visions of reading dancing through my head. Too bad that so did not happen. Spent a lot of time cleaning the kitchen and working on laundry. I got to the 'I smell so bad I offend myself' stage and took a nice long hot shower. The only way to get that is to take one in the afternoon.

I am slacker, here me roar.

Kids are only doing slightly better and the conversation sort of went like this.

Me: "I tell ya what - set the alarm later so you have some extra time to sleep. We all know if no alarm is set we won't see Michael until noon. And we are going to do some school work tomorrow."
M: "You say that as if that's bad."
Me: "No, I say that as your teacher and parent who really doesn't want to see you do school work right up til dinner time."
M: "Aaaand that's bad?"
N: "Dude, you so have a fever cuz it cooked your brain. You had a meltdown last time."
M: takes a long suffering sigh, "It wasn't a meltdown, per say."
J: "Oh, I would say."
M: "Quiet Pip-squeak."
J: "What? You were mad, glared at everyone at dinner and then stormed off. Then when it was time for bed you went on and on about how Mom isn't very fair and..."
M: "I did tell you to button your lip before I bust it, right?"
Me: "No, no, I sort of want to hear this part."
M: "It wasn't exactly like that."
N: "But close."
M: really getting steamed, "What about you? Should I tell her what all you were saying the other night?"
N: "No, that's okay."
Me: "Ok, Peeps you're stalling. Take your meds and go to bed. There will be no name calling, no tossing/hitting/smacking or any other verb I may have missed. There will be no threatening each other or doing somersaults into bed, no aggressive rolling around on the bed or whatever it was you were doing that caused the light fixture to do the hula dance. And for Pete's sake be quiet! M'kay?"

Thankfully they went straight to bed but ended up talking for at least half an hour. They were talking about the video game they spent most of the day working on only to forget to hit the save button. There was much wailing and gnashing of teeth, let me tell you. I think it was an older game as the Wii has auto save or something. I only half pay attention.

Oh the conversations about video games, my how they go on and on. I used to play a lot of games with them but it seems lately most games are only for 1 player. Really stinks when there are other people that are chomping at the bit to have a turn. Like me. But I have no desire to play as Wolverine and tear everyone to shreds while in rage mode. It's bad enough with Auntie who was doing some serious cramp kicks across the lower mid-section. So do we really want to encourage me into a rage mode?? I don't think so!!!

On a side note, my boys flipped out when they saw me use more than one punctuation mark. They said that is a violation of some grammar rule and, dear me, that put a smile on my face. Spent the rest of the day adding like 5 exclamation marks to anything I could add it to. Both M and N shook their heads at me and stated I have some weird issues.

Buddy, you have no idea.

Monday, October 12, 2009

Well Blow My Nose

and pass the Kleenex!

I'm fine. Well, at least as close to fine as I can get. I'm only dealing with dear auntie. The boys, on the other hand, are swimming in snot, fever, chills, and sore throats. The older 2 were not doing good yesterday. They're only so-so today. I let them sleep in and gave them a sick day. They so need to work on gosh Mom we appreciate you letting us rest and recover instead of whooping it up. 2 of them are wrapped in their comforters and playing the Wii. The other one just came downstairs wrapped in his comforter and looking like death warmed over.

What a joyous group we are.

Actually, Friday Hubs didn't have work so we hung out and watched movies and played some cards with the kids. We so rock as parents, btw. Saturday Hubby was able to fix the roof leak and put up new board. So good bye to the drip bucket that was right in front of the bathroom. You ever notice when you hear dripping water it makes that in the middle of the night run to the bathroom THAT much worse? Just me??? Well....

J was feeling fine until this morning when he went kerchooo and launched a snot wad. (Sorry Kerri. Your gag reflex should go down the older your son gets) He's not running a fever but he said his throat is sore. I did want any slacker mom would do and passed out blankets and the meds, made hot chocolate and said they could read a book or something that was quiet and called it a day. It's only noon.

They aren't that hungry so this should tell you how bad they are feeling. You can call them late but not late for dinner.

Not much to say. At least nothing I should say. Never know how auntie's visit is going to turn out so every time is a mystery. But I seem to notice that when she's present what little filter I do posses seems to get smashed to bits and I should just remain in solitary as not to offend the masses.

Yet, I have a blog, facebook account, and Twitter. Talk about the irony of it all. Thankfully, I only use my powers for good instead of evil. At least most of the time. (insert evil cackling)

Thursday, October 8, 2009

I'm Sorry But

the blog you have reached has a sick and twisted operator. While you're not surprised at the twisted part, the sick part is more than just mental. At least this time around. Not only has her aunt flow showed up for a visit but she's come down with a sore throat and body chills.

She suspects it was brought on by living in a freezing old house and took the vanity route and didn't wear her ski mask so she wouldn't mess up her hair.

She was last seen wondering around Wal-Mart grabbing cold meds and lots and lots of chocolate. She was also muttering something but it probably shouldn't be repeated.

Hopefully she will regain consciousness to write something worth your time. If not, she'll post jokes.

Wednesday, October 7, 2009

Crazy Weather

Ok, I've tried to work on a post twice and the power keeps shutting off. We have a high wind advisory. So at this point I don't know if it will post or not.

Had a fab time at McTalking. Just getting creamed on this bible study. Read one page and ker-smack. I'll have to post more on that one later.

I do think I sunk to a whole new low. You know you're a homeschooling mom when you will take your child's lack of hygiene to use as a teaching moment.

J and I were working on his math when I noticed he had some serious ear wax going on. I grabbed a Q-tip and went to town. I thought I had it all but when I looked again a huge hunk of it was hanging out of his ear.

Gross, gross and double gross. (I was telling Kerri this story and I thought she was going to hurl.)

So I got this huge ball of wax out of his ear. And I mean huge. Covered most of my fingertip. He said that felt better while I'm wondering how he was even able to hear.

What is a homeschooling mom to do? Why I grabbed the microscope, squished that bad boy on a slide and we all had a look. Was actually surprised to see the cell structure. M and N went on and on that they just studied something about cells in biology and they got all excited and was telling me about it.

I didn't have the nerve to tell them I had no clue what they were talking about but I still think I deserve major kudos for taking this gross moment and learning something new.

Like supervise J a bit more closely on his ear cleaning skills.

Lights just flickered so I'm hopping off.

Tuesday, October 6, 2009

What Would You Call It?

How shall I describe it? Remember in the Little Mermaid where she's looking at the fork? She's filled with wonder and awe as she tries to figure out what it is only to be told "It's a dingle-hopper". Warm happy feelings flutter around. I guess you could say it was a good day.

Yeah, well today wasn't one of those days around here.

It started off late Sunday night when we noticed that the blower to the furnace wasn't shutting off. It would heat up the place and the heat would shut off but the blower wouldn't. After a while you noticed cold air was being blown. Checked the temp and it was holding but it didn't feel great having cold air blowing.

Hubs had to shut off the furnace. We tried it again, still won't shut off. So Hubs plugs in the electric heater for the boys in their room and told me to dress warmly. If you see me wearing a ski mask in my own home, please don't point and laugh. At least not to my face. With my family you never know what that might trigger.

So Monday rolls around. No Hubs to turn on the furnace and no clue how to turn it back on. I informed the spawnage to dress warmly. We were all working away on school work when we heard a nice loud bang. I looked at the boys and said, "And that would be the ceiling that just bit the dust."

Sure enough, mess-o-rama. Insult to injury was a truck load of old walnuts from the squirrels. If you will recall here and here that we hate squirrels now. Hubs got home and got to working on it only to discover that he really should just tear down the whole ceiling. Not only did he claim the person who framed it a total moron but cursed all squirrels to eternal hell fire as more walnuts rained down on him.

He got the mess all cleaned up but could only tarp the ceiling as we're suppose to get more rain and he has yet to get up on the roof to fix the leak. Can't fix a roof when it's been raining buckets and on the few times it hasn't been we've had something else going on.

And the furnace still isn't on. I'm thinking of super-gluing the ski mask on. The only thing stopping me is that summer will eventually come again and I'm pretty sure I'm already on a 'someone to watch' list so why add fuel to that fire?

I'm chilled and can't seem to warm up so I am heading off to bed. I hope Hubs got the blankets thawed out. Sheesh! It's only October. I wonder if I can convince him to move further south?

Monday, October 5, 2009

Where Does The Time Go?

Busy weekend. Took a much needed nap but then had to get several things done. Got them all done and I looked up at the clock when I hear it chiming. Well holy Hannah how is it 2 a.m.??? And why am I still up?

I hate this. I know that come morning I am not going to want to get up. I'm going to wrestle with the I-don't-want-to-itis then the who-cares-isms will roll right on it. Toss in the natural screw it gene and y'all this is going to be a fight of epic proportions.

Darn Mondays. I'm still claiming the fall happened on a Monday.

Just been a rough week. While it wasn't as busy as the week before, still felt it was brutal. It's looking like this week is shaping up to be busy. I'm not sure which I would prefer - brutal or busy. It's the brutally busy week that send me packing.

So in an effort to keep this short, I will tell what J said that both cracked me up and had me seriously thinking about punting his butt across the room.

I was ironing. And since my sidekick has yet to find something else to entertain himself with decided he wanted to watch me. After I made the usual jokes about Darth Vader and what have you, I noticed he was eyeing the iron rather funny. His eyes were huge.

Me: "What's the matter?"
J: "When I'm older I am NEVER going to iron."
Me: "Why not?"
J: "Are you kidding me?? That sucker is hot."
Me: laughing, "Yes, it is. But what are you going to do if you need a shirt ironed?"
J: "Have you do it, of course."
Me: "What about when you're all grown up? What if you need a nice shirt for work?"
J: "I'll get a wife so she can do that."

Say what????

Later that evening while talking with Hubs.
Me: "Would you like to know what your spawn said today?"
Hubs: "Which one did it this time?"
Me: "Not to mention any names, but it starts with a J and ends in ared."

Hubs: "Okay, what did Jared say?"
Me: "He said when he gets older he's not going to iron any of his shirts, he'll just get a wife to do it."

Hubs *snickering* "What's a matter with you, boy?"
J: "Well it worked for you."

Such proud parents we are. My Husband was able to pass along the piglet gene. If I tell my in-laws this story, I'm afraid my FIL will high five the boy and take him out for ice cream or something to reinforce this line of thinking.

Guess what he's going to learn this week on I am woman you will feel my retaliation?

Thursday, October 1, 2009

To Plant Or Not To Plant

I was having a talk with my long time friend on our farms on Facebook. Cracks me up. We get all our "work" done and then we hang out and talk to each other in the chat box. If that isn't bad enough, she'll call me and ask me to hop on as she has a harvest ready.

Truly, we have no lives to speak of.

J and I will sit together, plot and plan what to plant next, as it's our goal to be harvesting something every day. We try to time it that anything that takes 4 days to grow will grow over the weekend when I'm not on the computer.

For whatever reason, dude has been glued to my side lately. I keep getting stuff to pass along to him as we're in the middle of our play time. I was planting away when I got smacked upside the head with the whole 'as you sow, you shall reap' thing. Taking it beyond a game, what am I planting in my life lately?

Ruh-roh, Raggie.

There are some things I'm sowing that is going to harvest right now. Both good and bad. How am I treating the guys? Nothing will harvest on you faster than how you're treating the people under your own roof. Don't like your harvest? Then plant something different. It's why I have a numb hand with a sore thumb cuz I played some video games with J this afternoon. He was bored and on the verge of causing some angst with his brothers when in steps....super mom! Able to get on the floor to play!! (The older 2 thanked me profusely for getting him out of their hair)

However, her super status died when she almost couldn't get herself back off the floor. (Kerri, you have no idea how many adjectives I just edited out of that sentence cuz they weren't nice.)

There are some other seeds I'm sowing that will take longer to grow but in the end it will be a bigger pay off. Boy, oh boy, do I hate waiting on the thing. I've had people hanging out on my farm as we're waiting for another crop to get ready. I've 'met' some pretty neat people just hanging out and getting into snarky banter.

Again, that 'has no life' rings so true when you read that last part.

Too bad life can't be managed as well as my farms. I have it all arranged, I got everything plowed and ready for the seed and I plant the seed. But the kicker is, life is very much like that - we just don't realize it. You can plan your life farm out but it is still up to you, the farmer, to plant a seed of choice to get the harvest. You're able to plant better crops that will bring in more money the higher up you go in experience.

Gee, sort of sounds like life to me.

It's also up to you, the farmer, to get back in time to get it harvested otherwise it goes to waste and you're out the money for plowing as well as the seed.

I'm wondering how many good crops in my life I let go to waste simply because I got too busy with something else or I missed the opportunity.

Pretty darn sad on the analogies I can come up with all from a game. There is even a farm pals that I let J take over. It encourages you to put bugs and weeds in your pals' farms and to steal their harvest. Nice. Since J took that one over, he only stole one time from someone else's farm. I didn't say anything. He ended up feeling so bad about it that now he makes sure to check up on all the farms and helps out by watering stuff or spraying bug spray and does not steal their harvest.

Good boy. And what a relief.

Always cracks me up what God will use to teach me something. And I find myself passing it along to my kids for them to learn from it. J and I have had some interesting discussions about sowing and reaping. He said he finds it hard to stay focused on what he is planting in real life because he doesn't look at life as being a farm waiting for seed, nor does he realize it will reap a harvest. I said welcome to my world.

We tried for a day to 'plant seeds' with each other and his brothers with actions and words. Later that same day, he got into an argument with N and he asked me where was his harvest on those good seeds. I asked if he had planted any bad seeds maybe a week ago. The ooh look on his face was rather cute. I said it's just like when you visit someone else's farm and you get rid of the crows or weeds or whatever - keep tending to the farm and in due season it will be time to harvest whatever it is that was planted.

He thought that one over for a bit. I tell ya, there is some powerful truth in that and I'm rather curious to see what that is going to grow into. Last few months, I feel like I have just been pouring everything I got into these guys. We did the mustard seed thing and talked about crows that want to steal the seed, and how we need to keep a watchful eye over our harvest so it doesn't get stolen or gone to waste.

As he scampered off, it hits me all over again. Who is the student and who is the teacher? And why does God use the very same analogy I have given my sons to come right back around to show me some truth in my own life?

I got the ol tap on the shoulder of yeah are you being diligent to keep watch over your seed? Are you aware of your harvest? And what are you planting today? Is it the harvest you want?

I was letting that sort of wash over me when I had that look on my face like I just sucked on a lemon. Both N and M caught it and asked me what. I told them the same thing and they got the same look.

I'm thinking I'll be asking the boys hey, how's that harvest or whatcha planting? One more reason for them to hate my latest addiction. How else can I toss in an evil cackle?