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Tuesday, August 28, 2007
For Sale
Thank you Amy for forwarding this hilarious e-bay add.
You have to read the whole post with the lady's story of taking her 6 children to the grocery store, which we can all relate to on some level. Great big belly laugh!
http://cgi.ebay.com/ws/eBayISAPI.dll?ViewItem&item=130144061675&ru=http%3A%2F%2Fsearch.ebay.com%3A80%2Fsearch%2Fsearch.dll%3Ffrom%3DR40%26_trksid%3Dm37%26satitle%3D130144061675%26category0%3D%26fvi%3D1
You have to read the whole post with the lady's story of taking her 6 children to the grocery store, which we can all relate to on some level. Great big belly laugh!
http://cgi.ebay.com/ws/eBayISAP
Ends and Beginnings
My mom shared a verse with me today that has really encompassed my day: "For I am God, and there is no other; I am God and there is no one like Me, Declaring the end from the beginning..." Isaiah 46:9, 10 Today was the first day of school and Nicholas' first day of kindergarten. John is in San Diego, and I can't post the pictures without his tech support, so they will come later. Everything was going swimmingly and tear free for both Nicholas and I until his teacher read the parents a poem, and you can guess which of us cracked. "The First Day" I gave you a little wink and smile As you entered my room today. For I know how hard it is to leave And know your child must stay. You've been with him for five years now And have been a loving guide, But now alas, the time has come To leave him at my side, Just know that as you drive away And tears down your cheeks may flow I'll love him as I would my own And help him learn and grow. For as a parent I too know How quickly the years do pass And that one day soon it will be my turn To take my child to class. so please put your mind at ease and cry those tears no more For I will love him and take him in When you leave him at my door. If that wasn't the most low down thing to do, I don't know what is, to make a grown woman snivel and wipe the running mascara from under her eyes while crouched on a two foot high chair. Nicholas came in from the playground and said goodbye with a big smile. Later this afternoon, when I was carting Justin and Nicholas back to school to get Peter, my mom called from Tennessee to give an update on my Mamaw (grandma) who has been in the ICU this past week. She has gone downhill very quickly and the family will probably take her off the feeding tube today or tomorrow. Mom said even now, Mamaw looks like the shell of the person she was. She always wanted to go quickly, and Aunt Sue said she will probably come back and haunt us for putting her on the feeding tube at all. Its not sadness I feel exactly, esp. since she is in Christ, and "to be absent from the body is to be present with the Lord." And when our earthly bodies fail us, we have such a longing for the new body He will give us. And I am so grateful I was able to go and be with her for her 80th birthday, and also that she did not have to see her daughter (who has had aggressive cancer for more than 10 years) pass away before her. But I think I am grieving in the same way as I am for Nicholas starting school, and his whole journey away from me. I don't know why these changes are so poignant for us, but I know for sure that my biggest comfort is the unchanging nature and purpose of God, and His complete knowledge and control. Again from Isaiah 46:9, 10 "For I am God , and there is no other; I am God and there is no one like Me, Declaring the end from the beginning And from ancient times things which have not been done, Saying, 'My purpose will be established, And I will accomplish all My good pleasure'." |
Saturday, August 18, 2007
Baby face Ku
So John went to OSH last night to make a small purchase. He needed a patch to seal the leak in the outside pool (our new above ground pool with inflatable rim- very glamorous:)
When he went to check out, the cashier asked to see his ID. He asked, of course, what he was buying that needed ID. She said it was the rubber cement. John asked what they were afraid of him doing with the rubber cement, and she responded in a low serious tone with her European accent, "Dlugs." Then, she looked carefully at John's license and said slowly, "Yas... you are over eighteen."
John has turned 18 TWICE!!!!! He is doomed to look like my trophy husband.
When he went to check out, the cashier asked to see his ID. He asked, of course, what he was buying that needed ID. She said it was the rubber cement. John asked what they were afraid of him doing with the rubber cement, and she responded in a low serious tone with her European accent, "Dlugs." Then, she looked carefully at John's license and said slowly, "Yas... you are over eighteen."
John has turned 18 TWICE!!!!! He is doomed to look like my trophy husband.
Friday, August 10, 2007
"Nothing can be so amusingly arrogant as a young man who has just discovered an old idea and thinks it is his own."
- Sidney J. Harris
The young man is named Nicholas. The old idea is that someone else "made me do it." As old as Adam and Eve and the serpent, actually.... "the woman you gave me" made me eat it, "the serpent you made" gave it to me.
Nicholas cuts through the euphemisms. When I looked at him and asked, "Did you smash Jeremy's lego castle and then run away?" He looked straight in my eyes and said "No.." (3 second pause)..."God made me do it!"
- Sidney J. Harris
The young man is named Nicholas. The old idea is that someone else "made me do it." As old as Adam and Eve and the serpent, actually.... "the woman you gave me" made me eat it, "the serpent you made" gave it to me.
Nicholas cuts through the euphemisms. When I looked at him and asked, "Did you smash Jeremy's lego castle and then run away?" He looked straight in my eyes and said "No.." (3 second pause)..."God made me do it!"
Thursday, August 9, 2007
Oakland Zoo today
We explored wildlife at the Oakland Zoo today. This is the link to the picasa web album. Our favorites were the river otters that live in families and play all day, like us this summer!
http://picasaweb.google.com/kujosan/20070809OaklandZoo?authkey=SYzxzfBgY7U
http://picasaweb.google.com
12 stitches
Sing along everyone...12 stitches pulling
11 tears a rolling
10 minutes waiting
9 11 a calling
8 kids uh oh-ing
7 moms a holding
"6 years old" announcing
5 si--rens wa--il...
4 painful shots
3 cheap toys
2 scoops of ice cream
and a scar from the tail wing of a plane.
Wednesday, August 8, 2007
Berlitz
Another very funny one from Deanne:) I'll have to find my own for next time, but she has great ones already-hee hee.
tsa security
I stole this from my friend Deanne's blog, and its so funny:) I'm glad we're not flying this summer.
Tuesday, August 7, 2007
Peter's plastic surgery
Poor Peter! But who among us can say we got the scar on our head by running headlong into the tail wing of a 1940's circa airplane. A replica, actually, at Oak Meadows Park. I was unfortunately attending to the wrong son's head as I applied sunscreen to Justin on the other side of the park. But 3 guardian angels in the form of other moms, saw his accident and rushed to help, applied pressure to his wound and came to find me. They then held him, while he gushed blood all over them, and spoke comforting words about how brave he was (barely audible over his resounding screams), while I called the paramedics. I was not prepared for this, but thank our God who "neither slumbers nor sleeps," as He put a plan in motion from the moment Peter hurt himself, which included an amazingly calm mother, friends to watch the other kids, and wonderful strangers.
The plastic surgeon did not have everything we could wish for in bedside manner (as she warned Peter about the shot she was about to give him in his head and then left for 25 minutes, apparently to give him time to contemplate the fun to come.) But she did a wonderful job on the stitches (maybe 13- I'll have to count when Peter lets me within 3 feet of his head).
Its always interesting when you end your day so far from where you expected or planned to be. Yet it's nice to change your expectations from a clean and organized house, well behaved and happy children, and a well prepared meal on the table for dinner, to "Thank you, Lord that we're all home safe tonight!"
Peter is waiting for me to watch Happy Feet with him:)
The plastic surgeon did not have everything we could wish for in bedside manner (as she warned Peter about the shot she was about to give him in his head and then left for 25 minutes, apparently to give him time to contemplate the fun to come.) But she did a wonderful job on the stitches (maybe 13- I'll have to count when Peter lets me within 3 feet of his head).
Its always interesting when you end your day so far from where you expected or planned to be. Yet it's nice to change your expectations from a clean and organized house, well behaved and happy children, and a well prepared meal on the table for dinner, to "Thank you, Lord that we're all home safe tonight!"
Peter is waiting for me to watch Happy Feet with him:)
Thursday, August 2, 2007
Casting on
"Casting on" is more a knitting term, and I am more of a weaver, but its an accurate picture of making a beginning on your fabric. I don't know how a painter decides where to start, but a fabric always starts with one thread around a needle. I have needed a way to cast my thoughts into something, so that I can see in the pattern something of the ways of God in my life and in our family. There are now so many strands to consider that I can't discern as easily as I (or so I thought) could before. And the sublime and the ridiculous seem to bear equal weight in my material, as the chattering of my children can inform me as deeply as the richest spiritual teaching. Also, while I hope to see the big changes in myself when I look back, I also don't want to forget the small signposts that guided us and just made us laugh. I think deeply to myself, "Oh that I can grow up to think with a heavenly perspective....." and Justin philosophizes "Me, Ninja Turtle!"
sidenote: Only my sister (who, alas, thinks a lot like me) might remain my friend after these peeks into my mind. And I will totally understand. I will try to include cute pics of the kids to compensate.
sidenote: Only my sister (who, alas, thinks a lot like me) might remain my friend after these peeks into my mind. And I will totally understand. I will try to include cute pics of the kids to compensate.
