Step 1- Try to do a lot of work because I am behind.
Step 2- Get dehydrated and get contractions. (did I mention it is still 100 degrees? GRRR)
Step 3- Sit down and drink tons of water, thereby getting behind.
Step 4- Get contractions from having to go to bathroom due to tons of water drinking.
Step 5- Go to the bathroom and rest some more.
Step 6- Cut back a bit on the water so I can stop the contractions.
Step 7- Repeat steps 1 through 6 for the next 5 weeks.
Tuesday, August 23, 2011
Tuesday, August 2, 2011
O.bama as theologian
There was a quote from our esteemed president in the WSJ this morning in regard to the budget talks. Apparently during the course of the negotiations he started using a phrase from sort of catholic VP Bi.den- "There's no point dying on a small cross." Thousands of people will read those words today. I am sure most won't even think about them short of an implicit agreement. But think about it....the President and VP couldn't be more wrong.
I know the quote was in reference to budget talks and I understand that negotiations are negotiations but I couldn't help thinking of all the times when I have given in to that advice to the detriment of my family, my friends, or myself. If there's no point dying on a small cross then there's no point is smiling when I want to frown, keeping calm when I want to yell, or sticking to my prayers when I don't feel like it.
St. Therese of Liseux and St. Josemaria have wrote many words on this topic more eloquent than I ever could. Look them up. But the point is really to ask ourselves how could we be ready to die on a big cross, should it ever come to that, if we can't do it in the little things? I think it is so easy for us to think, "Oh, I could never do something like X"....but is that really true if we aren't denying ourselves in the little things? I know for myself the honest answer is "no".
I know the quote was in reference to budget talks and I understand that negotiations are negotiations but I couldn't help thinking of all the times when I have given in to that advice to the detriment of my family, my friends, or myself. If there's no point dying on a small cross then there's no point is smiling when I want to frown, keeping calm when I want to yell, or sticking to my prayers when I don't feel like it.
St. Therese of Liseux and St. Josemaria have wrote many words on this topic more eloquent than I ever could. Look them up. But the point is really to ask ourselves how could we be ready to die on a big cross, should it ever come to that, if we can't do it in the little things? I think it is so easy for us to think, "Oh, I could never do something like X"....but is that really true if we aren't denying ourselves in the little things? I know for myself the honest answer is "no".
Monday, July 4, 2011
Fast Friday (because I am too busy for the real thing)
1. Toddler grammar never ceases to amuse me. Good thing too because it won't be letting up around here anytime soon. Momo's current favorites:
"Please you help me."
"Please you get me water."
"Get down me please."
and switching up "d's" and "b's" is the best. So "diaper" becomes "biaper" etc.
2. Speaking of Momo I am not sure if I have mentioned that she is obsessed with her dad. Literally. She follows him around when he's home, wants to know where he is all day, and is excited because "Daddy on vacation!" means she gets to see him.
3. I have pre-vacation OCD, and it isn't pretty. It is a real disease, just ask my husband.
"Please you help me."
"Please you get me water."
"Get down me please."
and switching up "d's" and "b's" is the best. So "diaper" becomes "biaper" etc.
2. Speaking of Momo I am not sure if I have mentioned that she is obsessed with her dad. Literally. She follows him around when he's home, wants to know where he is all day, and is excited because "Daddy on vacation!" means she gets to see him.
3. I have pre-vacation OCD, and it isn't pretty. It is a real disease, just ask my husband.
Little Miss Sunshine
Someone has been hearing her mom complain about Bubba's fireworks keeping her up past her bedtime!
Tonight as our annual neighborhood "show" got started for the second night in a row Beanie rolled over after a particularly loud run and stated matter of factly, "Somebody has been drinking too much alcohol!"
Tonight as our annual neighborhood "show" got started for the second night in a row Beanie rolled over after a particularly loud run and stated matter of factly, "Somebody has been drinking too much alcohol!"
Tuesday, June 14, 2011
Rebel Mom
Can I make a confession?
I hate Vacation Bible Schools, and youth masses, and christian rock music too. I am not even sure how I feel about youth groups, although I know they are invaluable for some kids. I actually think I would love youth ministry because goodness knows I can get all fired up about stuff and I think kids appreciate authenticity. I just don't like certain approaches that I saw growing up. I don't know anything about my current parish youth group except that the people who run it love God immensely and are true servants of the Church. But I have to admit when the bulletin runs testimonials from youth conference attendees about being given "the gift of tears" I get really uncomfortable. I worry that there is a trend in youth ministry that relies too heavily on emotions and feelings.
Only since moving south have I realized how much of an "outcast" this makes me. Ok, I am not an outcast, but I certainly have a difference of opinion on this matter with many of my favorite faithful catholics. I always sort of demurred along the lines of "Oh Gee, it really isn't my style". But then I happened upon this article and it really bolstered me and made me more confident in my opinions. Read it.
http://catholiceducation.org/articles/history/world/wh0105.html
And of course, in five years when I have a teenager he might be the next Michael W. Smith or something and I will have to eat my hat. But I can assure you that before then I will have introduced him to classical music and all sorts of modern music that is "appropriate"!
I hate Vacation Bible Schools, and youth masses, and christian rock music too. I am not even sure how I feel about youth groups, although I know they are invaluable for some kids. I actually think I would love youth ministry because goodness knows I can get all fired up about stuff and I think kids appreciate authenticity. I just don't like certain approaches that I saw growing up. I don't know anything about my current parish youth group except that the people who run it love God immensely and are true servants of the Church. But I have to admit when the bulletin runs testimonials from youth conference attendees about being given "the gift of tears" I get really uncomfortable. I worry that there is a trend in youth ministry that relies too heavily on emotions and feelings.
Only since moving south have I realized how much of an "outcast" this makes me. Ok, I am not an outcast, but I certainly have a difference of opinion on this matter with many of my favorite faithful catholics. I always sort of demurred along the lines of "Oh Gee, it really isn't my style". But then I happened upon this article and it really bolstered me and made me more confident in my opinions. Read it.
http://catholiceducation.org/articles/history/world/wh0105.html
And of course, in five years when I have a teenager he might be the next Michael W. Smith or something and I will have to eat my hat. But I can assure you that before then I will have introduced him to classical music and all sorts of modern music that is "appropriate"!
Wednesday, June 1, 2011
Summer is going awesome...sort of.
It is 5pm.
The sprinklers are on, because I was just too tired to take them to the pool in the heat late and we spent the morning with workmen at the house.
Spaghetti is cooking, pantry style, because I was too tired to take them to the grocery store.
The 2 year old is on the back deck in her birthday suit because she got wet from the sprinklers and didn't like it. Thank goodness for fenced in yards.
2 hours till baseball practice and 3.5 till bedtime!
The sprinklers are on, because I was just too tired to take them to the pool in the heat late and we spent the morning with workmen at the house.
Spaghetti is cooking, pantry style, because I was too tired to take them to the grocery store.
The 2 year old is on the back deck in her birthday suit because she got wet from the sprinklers and didn't like it. Thank goodness for fenced in yards.
2 hours till baseball practice and 3.5 till bedtime!
Tuesday, May 24, 2011
Delusions of Grandeur
Beanie, the 4 year old, is in the wedding obsession phase of life right now. I don't think I ever went through this phase, but my daughters seem to. Anyway, she's obsessed with the fact that she's never been a flower girl and doesn't have any immediate prospects either.
"Mom, when am I going to be a flower girl?"
"I don't know Beanie. I don't know anyone getting married."
Audible sigh and eye roll from her. "That princess should have asked me!"
You know that princess of England? That one. I suppose I shouldn't be surprised considering that Beanie talks regularly of wanting to be a princess when she grows up. I feel like I must have done something wrong somewhere! : )
"Mom, when am I going to be a flower girl?"
"I don't know Beanie. I don't know anyone getting married."
Audible sigh and eye roll from her. "That princess should have asked me!"
You know that princess of England? That one. I suppose I shouldn't be surprised considering that Beanie talks regularly of wanting to be a princess when she grows up. I feel like I must have done something wrong somewhere! : )
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