Tuesday, August 31, 2010
Just one 't'. Think of Pride and Prejudice - the heroine is Elizabeth Bennet. One 't'.
I just wanted to clear that up since we're the ones who chose the spelling. We had no idea that we were setting our son up for a lifetime of people adding a superfluous 't' at the end. ;)
Monday, August 30, 2010
Please offer up some prayers for Charity, Jamie, Charlie and the staff caring for them.
Also, if you'd like to follow Charity's progress you can check out their blog.
Thanks for caring, friends.
Sunday, August 29, 2010
For the record, the list was published in the hopes it would be helpful for the family and friends who had asked about what to get Bennet for his birthday. I knew I was running a risk of casting a bad light on myself, but for the sake of said loved ones I took a chance. (I thought it was a small risk - I guess I was wrong.)
I apologize for misrepresenting my family and my intentions.
Also, I appreciate the challenge to be more grateful and appreciative for the many gifts we've been given through the time, talent and treasure of people who love us.
This incident further affirms my belief that the people who love me know I'm a bit of an ass, but are generous enough to love me anyways.
Updated: Thank you to the friends who have assured me that they were not insulted by the wish list, or thought it to be in bad taste. Thank you also to those who pointed out that how people view such lists greatly depends on how one was raised. When I read the comment I wasn't sure if it was an opportunity to personally attack me or if it was an impression that most of my friends and readers would share. Whatever the case, I appreciate the opportunity to clarify why I did what I did and to make sure no one was insulted by it.
Saturday, August 28, 2010
Friday, August 27, 2010
Wednesday, August 25, 2010
We loooooove this song. Maybe it'll pep you up in your mid-week woes.... if you have any. It always makes me happier. :)
PS - This is the only part of the World Cup I know about... like I don't know who won, I don't know how the US placed, I don't even know which country in Africa hosted the event. All I know is the theme song and that I love it. Lisa, will you still be my friend?
Monday, August 23, 2010
Friday, August 20, 2010
Thursday, August 19, 2010
Seriously, thank God for Netflix. It makes life without cable a little better sometimes, ya know. So if you're looking for something good to watch, here's a few reviews:
The Right Stuff - astronaut movie, made me think of Mrs. Cox (GHMS). Good but very long.
Shawshank Redemption - of course I've seen it before but it had been so long. What a great movie.
Hearts in Atlantis - I can't help it, I like Anthony Hopkins.
Planet 51 - cute, but I was disappointed in some of "adult" jokes.
The Searchers - you know, the John Wayne movie
Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid - how can you not like this movie?
Tender Mercies - I also happen to like Robert Duvall. Did you know he could sing and write music?!
Michael Jackson This Is It - impressive. I was amazed at how current his songs still sound.
The Men Who Stare at Goats - I wanted to like this movie. I just couldn't do it.
Ballykissangel - the old BBC show set in Ireland. Have you seen it? It's soooo good!
Not Watch Instantly
Up in the Air - it was okay. Too much casual sex for my liking, but take that away and it was good.
The Book of Eli - I liked this a lot.
Invictus - Sooooo goooood. Watch it. Love it.
What about you? Do you have any good movies to recommend?
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
- Baby Doll, you're driving me crazy!
- When I say "No" I mean "No"!
- Buddy, don't eat your sock! (talking to her brother)
- Are you poopy, or just wet? (she asks while I sit on the toilet)
- *grunt, grunt* My back hurts! *grunt, grunt*
- When I'm older I can have gum.
- When I'm older I can drive to Mormor's.
- Are these your boobs? When I'm older I can have boobs.
- I just tooted! hahahahahahahaha!
Saturday, August 14, 2010
First, the house has become closer and closer to my perfect house - one I could raise my kids in. It's not huge but it's big and there's plenty of room for sleeping, eating, playing, growing and running around. The walls are painted in colors that I like. The living room is arranged as I like it. The front porch is a great place to hang out in good weather, and the back porch will soon be the perfect, cute, little mudroom.
But we are running out of money. And unless I get a job, or we win the lottery, or someone takes a shining to us and gives a few grand, well, we just can't stay here too much longer. Maybe for another year, but not for another five.
The tricky part for me is that I knew this was coming. I've always *said* that I was picking out light fixtures and vanities that would be attractive to most people, but there was always a part of me that was fibbing. I've been crafting a house that I would want. And now that I almost have it, well, I have to start living again as if we are just house sitting until the real owners show up.
This bums me out.
Secondly, I am too tired to keep a tidy home and be a good mother to my children. For some stupid reason I have, as of late, chosen to strive for tidiness rather than put my energy towards loving and enjoying my children. It is true that a clean space makes me feel less stressed, but the process of having a clean space has become more stressful than the mess. Ignoring my teething son and scolding my playful daughter so I can straighten up the kitchen only leaves me feeling crappier.
So now I must throw up the white flag and acknowledge that for the next few months, and maybe even longer, I cannot control the house, the kids, and my temper. Quit worrying about the house and I'll do a better job with the kids and myself.
I am aware that this will take the strength of Christ. Seriously, I'm a pretty high strung person (I know, you know.) and He's gonna have to pull me through this one.
So if you come over, you'll have to excuse my mess.
Monday, August 9, 2010
While loading up the rifles and whatnot my adorable little two year old said oh-so-sweetly to her grandpa and daddy, "Are those guns? I like guns."
PS - I know there's a difference between shotguns and rifles, but shotguns just sounds catchier, doesn't it?
Friday, August 6, 2010
Thursday, August 5, 2010
Wednesday, August 4, 2010
Monday, August 2, 2010
As the sister of a mega-church-attending, fallen-away Catholic I see the list as complaints I've heard from my brother about a faith he never cared about before so he never took the time to understand.
A couple of my favorite points that Father makes:
5.I know it seems like you're "not getting fed." Once you're received into the church you'll be fed alright: Fed the Body of Christ. Be patient.
8. You wonder where the 'fellowship' is. That's because a typical Catholic parish is huge and socially varied. Protestant churches tend to develop congregations from the same socio economic background. No wonder they have 'good fellowship'. In the Catholic Church you will find your 'fellowship' in one of a huge number of sub groups. Once you've swum the Tiber, join the Women's Club or the Knights of Columbus or the Pro Life Group or the Carmelite Prayer Group or the Third Order Franciscans.
One thing I've noticed about people who leave the Catholic Church is that they often leave for a denomination that is much more "feel good" and "easy." It's so much easier to believe that once I've accepted Jesus as my Savior I'm good to go. It makes me feel loved and comfortable. Being reminded of my sinfulness and need to constantly repent (confession), and my God-given command to take up my cross and do good works - well that can just make life a lot harder. Plus, the praise and worship rock band is so much better than an old hymn and a piano. And there's a coffee shop and bookstore in the lobby at the mega church, unlike the bulletins and holy water font in most Catholic churches.
You may think I'm being harsh, but these are real statements I've heard from real people about why they have left the Church.
I go to church to receive the Eucharist - I need it. But more than that, I go because God commanded me to go, and I choose to obey, and because He is worthy of being praised, worshipped and adored. With that kind of attitude, the coffee shop, fellowship, and good music that I enjoy aren't very important.