Tuesday, February 26, 2008
PILE of laundry waiting for me on the "laundry bench". It keeps just sitting there and not folding itself. FOLD YOURSELF, LAUNDRY! Well, that didn't work.
Purged Corin and Silas' bedroom today. Thank you, Miss Heather, for helping me throw away tons of broken, unused, unwanted, unplayed with toys. It was great. And then Felix pooped on the floor, but oh well.
Just broke one of my favorite polka-dotted bowls by Gail Pittman. I was trying to save Felix from burning himself on a hot cookie sheet. He was trying to help himself to more french fries. "I wan mo fren fry, Momma." Crash.
I injured myself (charlie horse in my left leg) leaping to keep Felix from pooping on the floor (again). I am now limping around the house. Am I really 32 years old? I just leaped. I remember at Hope's wedding last summer, Emma Morgan taught me how to do some dance (maybe Cotton-Eyed Joe) and I got a horrible charlie horse. However, I wouldn't give up because I didn't want to admit I was too old to dance for two hours straight. I sure regretted dancing the night away the next day. Ouch.
I "broke" my baby toe yesterday (no inward groans from Mom or Missy). I say broke, but it's very sensitive and pops out of place easily. I used to be quite dramatic about it. Now, there's no one to hear me whine, so I've learned to pop it back into place myself. Ouch.
Tomorrow is going to be cold. Boo hiss. Friday is going to be warm. Yea.
I have the song "Tomorrow" going through my head over and over. You know, from Annie. I'm practicing it to accompany Landy for the talent show on Saturday. Oh yeah, our church is having a Talent Show on saturday. It's great fun. I look forward to it every year.
MUST get up and be proactive about tidying up. Felix just sat down next to me with a big bag of old popcorn. He has socks on, a t-shirt with a Bob the Builder sticker on it (from the Dr.), and nothing else. I love potty-training.
Monday, February 25, 2008
Felix has become 95% potty trained. He has pooed in the potty THREE times. I'm very excited. Um, it's very interesting to see that my two-year old pooping in the potty causes me to be very excited. And just a little pathetic. Ah, this is the life.
Saturday, February 23, 2008
Thursday, February 21, 2008
To people not from my church: my pastor looks a bit like Harry Anderson from Night Court. I like Harry Anderson; I think he's funny. What happened to him after Night Court anyway? Curious. I am a lurker on Burt's blog. I love his posts. Check him out.
Today is going to be rainy. Pooh. The only consolation is that March comes NEXT WEEK! I have piano lessons today and I have to admit something... I do love piano lessons, but I really love that I give my friends' kids piano lessons and then my friends stay and chat. Today Leslie's and Crissy's oldest daughters take lessons and they will stay and chat. Decaf coffee and a nice dessert- with a 30 minute piano lesson thrown in the mix. It's something I'm looking forward to. I love having good friends who like to chat over coffee. Got nothing to do this afternoon 'round three? Pop in. I'll make a fresh pot of coffee. I'm thinking oatmeal cranberry cookies for something sweet. Oatmeal cookies always sound good in the winter. Mmmm...
Told Quinn I'd make breakfast; have a great Thursday!
Tuesday, February 19, 2008
I feel spring is coming. Somehow, my body senses that it is right around the corner. I have started to get more done and feel capable of actually accomplishing what I am supposed to do during the day. It's been November since I felt that way. I feel that yesterday with Paige and Heather helping me that it jumpstarted my system. Thanks again, girls. There is so much that needs to be done before our supposed move to Jackson (we're not %100 yet) that I think I've felt overwhelmed about getting it all done. There are clothes to get rid of from the boys, toys to go through and purge, and general crap to discard. I think I'm ready to get started with that stuff.
Felix is nearly potty-trained. Woo hoo! He has been able to pee on demand for a while now and I've felt guilty that I haven't started training him. So, last week I just slapped some underwear on him and left the house. That's the only way the I can get started: making myself take him potty ALL the time. He has only had one accident. I think it's because he doesn't like to be messy. No poopoo on the potty yet, but he brings me a diaper and says "I go poopoo now". This is okay with me for now. We'll worry about poopoo on the potty when he feels more comfortable, or when I run out of diapers.
Silas is excited that he no longer has to wear Pull-ups anymore! He has always been a hard sleeper and has never been able to wake up to go to the bathroom, but recently has been able to wake up and go. I'm glad to not spend that extra money. Felix wakes up dry pretty much everyday so we may not have to do Pull-ups for him. Crossing my fingers.
We got a recent report on Rebecca and baby Jonathan. Everything looks good so far and his vitals are normal. He is on oxygen, but the doctors say that is normal for him being so early. Rebecca is recovering well. I'm so thankful that he is doing well.
I love Tuesdays and today is gorgeous!
Monday, February 18, 2008
Update: Quinn said this morning that Dr. Ross said that he was feisty and that he peed on him when he was born. Pray that he continues his feistiness!
They asked where my Murphy's Oil Soap was.
Saturday, February 16, 2008
My boys are playing Gamecube with their Daddy. I dislike video games (however, I have been known to play Mario Cart from time to time with hubby). We made a new rule this week that they could only play Gamecube on the weekend because they asked every 15 minutes (during school) if they could play. ALL DAY LONG. Anyway, we decided to give this new rule a whirl and make video games a true privilege and not the expected thing it had become. The music to it is driving me nuts.
Corin doing some schoolwork...
Friday, February 15, 2008
I think I could very easily do a rant on Holiday Ridiculousness. I hate how companies market holidays. Christmas, Easter, Valentine's Day, St Patrick's Day, Labor Day, Memorial Day, Fourth of July, you name it. Actually, everytime I type a holiday I hear a jingle in my head of something I would hear on the radio or TV. Example: "SALE, SALE, SALE! It's our ANNUAL ________ Day SALE! Huge Savings! Come on DOWN!" And, of course, Halloween (maybe my favorite) gets a pass. I didn't say I wasn't a hypocrite. As I think about it, I'm sure it's not the holiday itself I dislike (there's no harm in Valentine's Day or St. Patrick's Day), I guess it's just the marketing to try to get you to feel guilty if you don't buy this or that for your 'special someone' or 'your kids'. Annoying. I think I hear "Every Kiss begins with Kay" from November to February. Let's not even talk about President's Day. Whatever. Who celebrates President's Day? Car Dealerships, Furniture Companies, and Department Stores. Super annoying. Mmm, I'm grouchy. Too much cake today at the Valentine's party done for our homeschool group. Maybe I'll make some coffee. I probably just need to drink a huge glass of water. And take an Advil. Maybe two. Maybe later.
Thursday, February 14, 2008
Tuesday, February 12, 2008
Simmering in my mess....
Monday, February 11, 2008
I do not understand the boy band craze and never could get it. I suppose I did hum "Hangin' Touch" occasionally when I was fourteen, but maybe it's because they played it 1 gazillion times a day on any given radio station in 1990. Give me REM any day. I remember this girl, Kathy, in HIGH SCHOOL (of course I mean that high school was too old to be into these guys) would have this "polka dot" day for the New Kids and she and all her friends would dress in polka dots and wear their New Kids pins on their shirts. And I would cast disdain to them from across the room, roll my eyes and go back to sulking about my super-depressing existence on this earth while listening to Depeche Mode and Pink Floyd. (My poor mother- sorry Ma.) My mode of attire, as most of you have probably guessed by now, was too much eyeliner and black t-shirts. Not goth, but more like a wanna-be beatnik. Ho-hum. I still love me some Depeche Mode and Pink Floyd. Anyhow, I just thought I'd help get the word out about New Kids... OMG, they are so AWESOME!
Love ya Ginger...
Saturday, February 09, 2008
I was spending some quality time this morning watching Flight of the Conchord clips. And then I was thinking, "are their mothers proud of them?" And then I thought about that I don't think I could've been a famous actress or singer who ever says bad words or does questionable immoral things onscreen because my mother would watch. Of course she would. She would want to support me, but then she would be disappointed because I had compromised my morals to be famous. But maybe I would've tried to convince her since I was younger that I must pursue my art and then she would be proud of me because I had accomplished my goal. I think about this stuff when I watch a movie where the actors are doing something that maybe you shouldn't do in front of a camera. Their mothers had to have watched them doing that! And probably their aunts and grandmothers. And then I'm embarrassed for them. If it were my family and it were me that was famous, then they probably would've planned this whole big family thing where they would've watched my movie all together and then this horrible uncomfortable silence would come and they would be embarrassed and disappointed in me. And that's why I didn't become famous. It was a choice I made for the sake of my extended family.
Why can't I learn to play the guitar? This annoys me. I should know how to play. I cannot get past the point of my fingers hurting.
I think I want to get my haircut. I'm thinking a Katie Holmes kind of cut. Maybe.
I always think when I get my haircut short that it's going to look way better and then I do it and it doesn't. And then I wish it were long again because at least I can put it in a pony tail. But somehow I have this bug in my brain about getting my hair cut off. And I know I look JUST LIKE Katie Holmes. This is another thing about getting my hair hacked. I think that I should (I don't know why) look like the celebrity who I'm thinking my haircut is most like. And I don't. I look like me with short hair. Which sometimes I like and sometimes I don't. So I probably will. Maybe. Or not. I'll probably just do it impulsively one day without thinking about it and VOILA! I've got short hair. Maybe.
I need to dust my fans. What I would really like is to get Texas Aggie in Florida to come up and clean my house. As an experiment. And of course she wouldn't charge me. It would be a tutorial. This chick is hard core. She did a post about her house cleaning techniques and I was struck about how UNCLEAN I was. Not gross, mind you, but just not as clean as my Texas friend in FL. Check out her last comment on my previous post. Tex, that's an invitation. I'll take you to the Botanical Gardens and Dreamland Ribs afterward. And I can look at your great hair. She does have fabo hair.
February is almost halfway over. Daffodils should be here soon! And then spring is just around the corner... And then comes the wisteria, which is my absolute favorite part of spring in the south. Gorgeous! It just takes over everything (and probably is slowly killing the tree it has wrapped itself around) and the smell is so Springy. Quinn asked me (because I hate winter) if I would rather live in a place with little winter, like Florida (which is where I grew up-which is probably why I don't like winter). And I thought about it and then realized I loved Spring in Alabama because it's after the winter and it gives me something to look forward to. You just can't beat wisteria for beauty. I love to watch the daffodils bloom, as well as the irises, lilies, and lenten roses (which grew all over our yard in our previous house in Birmingham). I brought some of the seeds over last spring to the Poolhouse, but I don't know if they'll bloom this year.
I need to clean the refrigerator I referred to earlier. The spilled pickle juice is getting to me. It spilled three weeks ago, maybe longer. No one has said anything when they come over, but maybe they're being nice. I don't know if I would go into a house of a friend, curl up my nose, and say "does it smell like PICKLES in here? Blegh." Maybe I would. And then they would cry and I would feel really bad. "I mean in a good way it smells like pickles. Who doesn't like pickles? For real. Don't cry." Yikes.
I want some pointy-toe black zip-up boots. Now's the time to look because boots are going to be on sale. I have a hard time finding zip-up boots because I have large calves. Shutup, I do. I remember one Christmas my in-laws got me this gorgeous pair of Nine West zip-up boots and I was so excited and tried them on. And they didn't zip up. How humiliating. I got rid of a whole bunch of shoes the other day, including my old zip-up boots, which have a round toe and I want a pointy toe (as I just stated). Quinn came in and asked if I was getting rid of ALL those shoes and I proudly said YEP. Then he looked in the closet and saw the remainder of my shoes. He just stared. I asked him what he was staring at and said all the other shoes I wasn't getting rid of. Hello, there are only 25 pairs left. And that's both seasons. Okay, I have shoe issues, but I do have a knack at finding shoes at really good prices or getting them for free from Miss Toni, who is this cool lady at my church is gives me her hand-me-down shoes sometimes. Speaking of good prices, the Pant's Store in Leeds is having their annual warehouse sale, which is awesome. Last year, I got nine pairs of shoes for myself for $5 or $10 a piece. I also got a cool pair of flip flops for Quinn and Stride Rite shoes for my kids for el cheapo.
Well, the house is berzerkly messy now, even though it was fine two hours ago. Must go and do what I must. See ya.
Friday, February 08, 2008
Thursday, February 07, 2008
"In The Ship of Fools Bosch is imagining that the whole of mankind isI love this picture and I love the description by Pioch. It captures the hopelessness of the unfulfilled life. Even Bosch is on the ship- he painted himself there- with a 'sad laugh'. Even as a believer in the Sovereign God of the Universe, I find myself aboard the 'ship of fools' from time to time, wayward and lost in my own selfish desires. I want to find this print somewhere and frame it, with my other Bosch print. I love how he captures humanity.
voyaging through the seas of time on a ship, a small ship, that is
representative of humanity. Sadly, every one of the representatives is a fool.
This is how we live, says Bosch--we eat, drink, flirt, cheat, play silly games,
pursue unattainable objectives. Meanwhile our ship drifts aimlessly and we never
reach the harbour. The fools are not the irreligious, since promiment among them
are a monk and a nun, but they are all those who live ``in stupidity''. Bosch
laughs, and it is sad laugh. Which one of us does not sail in the wretched
discomfort of the ship of human folly? Eccentric and secret genius that he was,
Bosch not only moved the heart but scandalized it into full awareness. The
sinister and monstrous things that he brought forth are the hidden creatures of
our inward self-love: he externalizes the ugliness within, and so his misshapen
demons have an effect beyond curiosity. We feel a hateful kinship with them. The
Ship of Fools is not about other people, it is about us." Nicolas Pioch
Wednesday, February 06, 2008
So Crissy and the kids came over yesterday afternoon before a pancake supper at our church. Crissy and I watched Ferris Bueller's Day Off (great movie) and the kids played outside. Which is, of course, where they got the ingenius idea of rolling down the hill in the front yard in the big blue tube thingy. No injuries were reported, except for some ant bites. It looked fun. Not for me, of course. My children think that Maggie and Ty are geniuses, so they do anything they think is a good idea.
Felix got into my make-up this morning. He thought he was great. He actually did try to put it on his eyes and was highly disappointed when I spanked him. I hope I didn't confuse him with my laughing and taking his picture...
Tuesday, February 05, 2008
Wow! What a concert! I woke up yesterday morning with Over the Rhine on the brain. Quinn and I were originally going to go, but then he had decided to stay home (lack of funds for a babysitter). We called Rachel, who was thinking about going and gave her Quinn's ticket (Happy Birthday dearest). So yesterday I got a call from one of Quinn's former students, Meredith, and she was calling because she had seen that OtR was coming to Workplay and she thought that I would like to go. And then she offered to keep the kids for us so we could go. She and Abby Falls trecked out here and kept the babies for us so that we could all go together. Thanks girls; what a lovely gift!
We had a great time! The Tillery's rode with us, as well as Rachel and Laura Morgan, minus the G man (babysitter issues). When we got to Workplay, Jeremy and Christa Soileau were there, as well as Abbey and Michelle, oh, and Thomas, the 5K guy. Garrison Starr opened and she was quirky and had good banter with the audience. I liked her style. Then, after a short break, out came Over the Rhine. Honestly, I think this concert was my absolute favorite time of seeing them. They are phenominal live. She is so pashionate and their music is so original. I love to watch her face when she sings. Amazing. I feel stupid even trying to communicate how cool the show was. You'll just have to check them out for yourself. They are coming back (again!) to open for Ani DeFranco on March 15 at Workplay. I'll be there.
Monday, February 04, 2008
We're not 100% about going to Jackson yet, but I know we're probably going to seminary very soon. Seminary has always made me nervous because of the expense. There are scholarships and church matching grants available, so I hope we are able to qualify for those. I think what has me worried and up in the middle of the night is just HOW the Lord is going to have us live. What does my life look like in seminary? I'm nervous about leaving the baby (who's not a baby anymore) if I were to work. Actually, working outside the home is giving me a little anxiety. I haven't had to put together a resume in years. Unless we decide to put the boys in a private school (which would have to work out by a miracle), they will be going to two different elementary schools, which makes me nervous. What about Quinn? Will having a part-time job be too much for him? There are a hundred different little worrisome thoughts swirling in my head. I'm even worrying about food and such, even though that's ridiculous. We've never gone hungry and I pursue cheapness in many ways.
I feel that we are pursuing a call. I know the Lord will provide for our needs. Hello, we are living in the Clayton's pool house, which is what I'm reminded of when I'm worried about the Lord providing. I guess I'm just fearing the unknown. What does the future look like for us?
Friday, February 01, 2008
Wanted to just post some pics of the trip. There are a lot from inside the chapel, but I loved the lighting in there and Quinn loved the Puritan style pulpit. We headed out earlier than we intended; right after lunch. Missed the busy boys. It was a great trip and hopefully we'll know more about our decision in the coming month or six weeks.
Please pray that we would do what the Lord is calling for us.
The first day on our trip was great. Quinn and I had a great trip over; it's nice to go somewhere with just him. I took silly pictures that I'll post later. We got to the seminary right at one, when the skies promptly began to downpour. We waited in the admissions office for our tour guide, Kevin Corley, to come and watched it rain. I kept thinking: "Are we going to walk outside in the rain? Surely not. It's raining. And it's January." I was wrong. And I was wearing high heels and had good hair. Oh well, hair went up in a clip and feet were numb for the rest of the day. Kevin was great. He's from Homewood actually. After we walked around campus, Kevin put us in his car and drove us to the married housing a couple miles away. I sat in the back seat and noticed a photo album on the seat that said "Kevin's book of church signs". I was intrigued. I love cheesy church signs. I asked if I could look at it and he laughed and said a friend had made it for him. The married housing is, um, tiny, but there are lots of married couples with kids who live there, so if we decided to go, that would be an option. After the housing tour, we were taken back to talk to a professor (Dr. Waters) and then to attend Covenant Theology taught by Ligon Duncan. Awesome class and I felt convicted about my lack of knowledge of Covenant Theology. I think I might read 'Christ of the Covenants' when we get back home. It's highly recommended. I was greatly impressed by Dr. Duncan. He spent the first 30 minutes of class asking each student (there were about 40 people in the class) about their home and church they group up in and he even noticed us and asked about where we went to church. At the break, we slipped out to go check in at the hotel. We had a dinner invitation so we really needed to just check in and go. The dinner invitation came from a lovely couple named Lincoln and Melinda. We got there at 5:15, and smelled the delicious smell of homemade bread. Nice. It tasted just like Macaroni Grill's bread. I kept thinking of Anita and her love for bread. Yummo. They have three children under the age of 3 who were very sweet and well-behaved. Even the one-year old. How can that be? Anyhoo, we talked about seminary life and they showed us their townhouse. I helped her load the dishwasher and discovered she loved Over the Rhine. Cool. After dinner, Melinda and I rode to the "Mrs. In Ministry" Bible Study that the seminary offers for seminary wives and I got to meet a lot of women. I'm glad I got to go to that. They had a speaker on Time Management, which inwardly made me cringe (I'm not very good on time management), but it was very good.
Quinn picked me up from the Bible Study and we went back to watch the end of Lost.
All in all, a great day. Quinn was impressed by the faculty; they seemed very unified. Lincoln told us last night that they have to sign off on the Westminster Confession every year. Today, I'm dropping Quinn off at a class at 10 and then I'm trecking over to the public schools in Clinton (where we would be zoned) to take a tour. I'm also looking at a private school that gives scholarships to seminary students' children. After the school tours, we'll head out to lunch with the head of admissions and then back to the seminary for a final class. We then want to see a couple of churches and talk to them about internships. There are a lot of PCA churches in the area, and so subsequently there are a lot of internships. Then we'll head out for home.
I'm anxious to see what the Lord provides for our family.