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Saturday
Feb072009

Glasses Do Not Always Correct My Vision

I'm the kind of person who remembers certain "times gone by" differently than they really happened. 

I also tend to think that things will be different (read: better) when we get to a new circumstance.  We've moved a lot in the last eleven and a half years. 

Why do I wear these odd, rose-colored glasses?  I don't even like to wear glasses.  And this particular pair causes so many troubles...most having to do with vision, ironically enough.

I look to the past and long for "that" peace (which I am embellishing a little, at least).  I long for the cleaner house (that I think is really just in my imagination).  I long for less stuff (this is for real, though...three kids later and you have more stuff). 

I look to the future and see everything finally having a place (I mean, everything has a place now, but it's just not the right place...).  I see dust-free floors and shelves (um, it's just a new house around the corner, not the restoration and perfection of all creation).  I see kids who finally pick up after themselves (oh, this involves me teaching them to do that, as well as modeling that behavior). 

Here's a new vision...a life of contentment.  Regardless of circumstance.  I'm not trying to sound hokie, either.  I mean it.  That is a legacy worth leaving your children. 

Although picking up after themselves is good too.

Friday
Feb062009

No Problem!

Ring, ring.

"Hello?  Putting-away-clean-laundry problem here.  How can I help you?"

"Yes, this is putting-away-clean-dishes problem.  I heard there were equal opportunities for problems there.  I think I have a lot to offer, if you will give me the chance to show you what I'm made of."

"We'd love to take a look at your profile.  Problems are our area of expertise; the more the merrier.  But you have to know...we run a tight ship around here.  Do you think you can handle it?"

"Well, I can certainly give it my best shot."

 

(Me) "Wait, don't I get a say in all this...no, no, we don't want any more problems...mmmpfff." (Shove, shove, stuff in closet.)

 

"Who was that?"

"Oh, no one you need to worry about.  Like I said, we welcome problems here.  You seem more than qualified.  You can start whenever you're ready!"

"Thank you so much!  I was beginning to feel like I had no where to go."

"Hey, that's exactly what we're looking for around here!  Welcome home!"

Friday
Feb062009

Maybe I'm the One That Needed a Cold Shower...

I know I say this (too) frequently, but today was one of those days.  At least since about 5:00 this evening.  There was just time after time after time of some weird thing or another testing my patience and wrecking my nerves. 

Without going into all the crazy details, I had to turn the shower back on for the kids to finish their bath.  Our shower head is removable and I could tell that they had taken it down and put it back up there because the hose was a little kinked.  I don't like it when they do that, because I don't want the entire bathroom soaked.  Anyway, I turned the sprayer so that it was aimed at the wall; I didn't want to get my sleeve wet as I turned the water back on.

I was quite shocked when the sprayer shot right in my face and all the way down my right side.  Oh, and all around me on the floor...

And of course my sleeve was wet.

Whatever I thought I did, the shower head ended up pointing straight out of the bathtub because of the way the kids put it back up into the holder.

I'll say this-if you can't laugh when you get a surprise shower, then there might be no hope for you at all...

Thursday
Feb052009

Hey, Paparazzi...

We were pleasantly surprised to see the insert in our church bulletin, the Weekend Update, had the kids' picture on it...it's a great photo, and the whole pamphlet is very nice.  They, of course, thought it was cool.  They feel kind of famous. 

The thing is, once they get a little taste of the good life, the superstardom, the fame, it all goes to their heads.  And the younger you are, the stronger the effects...

See what I mean?  I think we're in trouble...

Wednesday
Feb042009

Far Away

My friends are here...

(this is Florida, by the way)

and I am here..

.

WAAAHHH!!!

I'm eating chocolate all by myself, but I'm with you in spirit...