Who says big kids aren't funny?

Overheard from Biki:

"What is this? Oh, a block! I though it was something else. What was I smoking?"
(I have no idea where she picked up such a phrase! ; )


And from the Conqueror:

We were at the dinner table somehow talking about the advent of the Internet and how, way back when, when I started college you had to go and beg for an email account and there were only two computers in the basement of the science lab that had email. As I paused before going on the Conqueror blurts out, "OLD SCHOOL!" Unfortunately we laughed a little too hard and he's been trying to repeat the joke all day.

Thought for the day.

From Pope Benedict's trip to Malta:
"Maybe some of you will say to me, Saint Paul is often severe in his writings. How can I say that he was spreading a message of love? My answer is this. God loves every one of us with a depth and intensity that we can hardly begin to imagine. And he knows us intimately, he knows all our strengths and all our faults. Because he loves us so much, he wants to purify us of our faults and build up our virtues so that we can have life in abundance. When he challenges us because something in our lives is displeasing to him, he is not rejecting us, but he is asking us to change and become more perfect. That is what he asked of Saint Paul on the road to Damascus. God rejects no one. And the Church rejects no one. Yet in his great love, God challenges all of us to change and to become more perfect."

What does it all mean...the fashion edition?

I have been trying to attack problem areas of my home over the last few weeks. The other day I was working in my closet and hanging up all of my shirts since I do not own a dresser. I even channeled a few of my old roomies and hung them by color. Do you know what I noticed? Every single shirt was solid color, no prints, no dots, no stripes. I later found one shirt in the laundry that I just bought that has some blue ovals on it but that's it. I have a serious aversion to horizontal stripes but other than that I have not made any conscious decision to limit prints. Hmmm... I must be getting old!

The Birds....

Ok, I am bit behind on chronicling our adventures but I did want to let everyone know we had a bird in our house and I got him out all by myself. Last time I dealt with a bird I was about 10 and I called over my nice neighbor Mr. Pepple who grabbed a dish towel, threw it over Buddy the budgie (we were so awesome at naming things) and promptly returned him to captivity.

This time, it was a WILD bird. I was in the kitchen and heard a bump at the window and thought a bird had hit the window like usual. But as I look up it happens again and I realize that it was on the INSIDE. I yelped.

The kids reactions varied from fear (oh no a bird!) to excitement (oh cool a bird!) to rage (get out of here you bird!). Long story short it perched itself up in my open kitchen cupboard and was chirping at us from behind the medicine basket. (Don't worry mom, I disinfected afterwards.) The kids were screaming at it to leave and I convinced them we couldn't catch it or kill it (that wasn't my idea...guess who grabbed a weapon though- Biki!) but that we'd have to trick it to leave through one of the doors. It was so weird to see it perched in my kitchen chirping at me, it was like he was talking to us. Anyway, we gradually got it into the laundry room and opened the two doors to the outside and it left. Or so I think. Either that or its dead behind my washer. I don't have the guts to check.

Still waters run deep.

Biki likes to spend a lot of time alone. It gets so that she tries to bribe Beanie to get away from her. Beanie will come running into me and ask for candy. When I say no she gets upset and it comes out that Biki told her that she could have candy if she left her alone. Nice try.

Anyway, I always wonder what Biki is thinking about alone. She tends to sit on the bench on the deck and stare out at the trees, often hugging our outdoor statue of Mary. (I did snap a photo...I just have to get the camera fixed so I can transfer pics.) I am beginning to think that she does some praying out there all alone because today I had this conversation with her:

"Bik, is Momo out there on the deck all alone?"
"No."
"Really?" I ask not really believing her.
"Yes, she's got her guardian angel and God."

Right! Why didn't I think of that!!!

More career aspirations from my daughters.....

As mentioned previously, one of my daughters wants to be a barista. The other it turns out has higher aspirations.

"Mom?"
"Yes, Beanie?"
"When I grow up I am going to be a teacher and a rock star."
"OK, how do you plan to meld those two careers?"
"After school I will change into my rock star clothes and be a rock star."


All this coming from the child who has never seen a single episode of Hannah Montana or anything else on the Disney channel. Ever. I suppose if the rock star clothes are modest and the lyrics OK it is all sanctifiable right?