Thursday, July 29, 2010
But that makes me wonder about myself. This whole not winning really affected my day. I was so sad all day long about it! What does that say about my character? Am I a bad sport? Can I accept not always coming out on top? I like to think that the older I get, the more polished the rough edges of my character are becoming. But after today, I'm not so sure...
So I find my thoughts going to dark places today. I wonder if perhaps I am tapped out at what I can produce on my own. Maybe I need some writing classes. They do offer those on FW, but when am I supposed to take those? I barely have time to get my pieces written and in each week. Sigh...
Of course, it didn't help that as I was discovering this bad news, Ben and David were at each other's throats. It is just awful. Chore time is the trigger. Ben is not capable of directing himself when it comes to doing work. So that falls to David to instruct Ben on what to pick up next. That absolutely infuriates Ben that his younger brother is the "boss" of him. And then horrible things happen. I get very upset with the both of them, although Ben is the primary culprit. Why can they not just do the work? It's not that difficult - and it would go a whole lot faster if they would keep their mouths shut and just do what they know they need to do. Oh, I get so mad! So, I am getting very antsy for the start of school!
I had something interesting happen on Monday. It was my grocery day. I have a friend who I know is in pretty severe financial straits at the moment. So, I picked up a few extra things for them. It wasn't my first instinct to do so, though, so don't be quick to paint a halo over my head! Paul's hours are way down right now - it's that time of year. So, I naturally fret about how we're going to pay the bills and buy groceries for ourselves. But I was made aware of this need and after talking with Paul, I really felt as though I should do something. I had a full list for us, but I went ahead and got several bags of groceries for my friend and her family. Do you know that I still came in under-budget? I am just baffled at how that happened! So, it makes me wonder - was it God?
Sam's been going around this week, saying, "Hmm - that's not a bad idea!" Little tape recorder again! Yesterday morning he insisted I dress him as soon as he awoke. Then he informed me, "Sam go outside and get Clifford, the big red dog." I didn't know what that meant, other than he's been watching way too much tv! But he went out and soon re-appeared with his little plastic doggie that pulls on a string - which, by the way, is neither red nor big. Goofball!
I forgot to mention that two weeks ago Paul got hit by a turkey on the way to work. He was driving his work van and a turkey flew out of the side of the highway and hit his windshield so hard he shattered the whole thing! How bizarre...
I had to get some make-up Monday so I was at the Clinique counter. I forgot that this time of year they have their buy it in advance deal where if you pre-pay and agree not to pick it up for a few weeks until a certain date, they throw in a bunch of freebies along with what you bought. And this year, they added a twist that if you purchased a minimum of $40, then they'd also give you a tote bag. It's always stuff I can use at some point, so I don't mind spending the extra upfront in order to get the freebies. David was right there with me and when the clerk rang up the order he gasped and said, "Mom! How can you spend $43 on make-up? Can we afford that?" And then when he heard the clerk's explanation of how I could get the totebag, David told me, "Mom, you know you really don't need a new bag - you have plenty of bags already!" Sheesh - pipe down, my 5 foot conscience!
I found out yesterday we have to pay "book fees" for Ben this year. It's not that much, but it would quickly add up if I had multiple children in school. I thought public education was supposed to be free - ???? And the thing is, Ben isn't even using any actual textbooks. All they are doing is running off papers for him to do. I suppose "book fee" is a term that actually means "tax."
Tuesday Paul didn't have any hours so he and David worked on the basement all day. They are getting close to the point where we'll be able to have concrete poured. I had talked about taking the boys swimming one afternoon this week, so Paul suggested to me that we go that day, since the heat index was over 100 degrees. I had co-op pick-up that afternoon. The truck was more than 2 hours late! I could not believe it! I even nervously ran down to Knoxville to run an errand for Paul, just sure that the truck would arrive while I was gone. But it didn't. The nice thing was that I had a very long time to chat with two other women in the co-up. The bad thing was that it screwed up my whole afternoon! Oh well. When I got home, we changed and loaded up in the van. We had over 2 hours at the pool, which is plenty of time for me to cool down. I just can't really see myself ever voluntarily going to the pool, if I didn't have kids to take - as long as I have air conditioning I can stay in.
I'll see if I can get my two latest FW pieces posted soon. Doing that is on my to-do list. That particular list has been a major source of discouragement lately. It's just growing and growing and growing and I can't keep up with it. I could chuck it, I suppose, but then I think I'd be in a worse state - knowing I had so much to do but having no plan of attack as to how to get it done!
Well, I guess I'd better go try and get some more things crossed off. Will comes home Sat. He leaves again Tues. evening for football camp, but I am looking forward to having him home for a couple of days, anyway. It will be nice to have all my chicks under one roof!
Saturday, July 24, 2010
I sure am feeling grainy today - not enough sleep. We had a nasty thunderstorm last night around 8:30 - again! A tornado actually touched down in Indianola, where we attend church. I heard that some houses were damaged/destroyed. So, it was pretty close. We lost power around 8:45. David was absolutely terrified. I spent a good deal of time calming him down. Then, all the boys insisted on sleeping in the living room. And then, my allergies started acting up. So, I took an allergy pill, which really made me groggy. The lights all came back on at 12:15 am. So, I stumbled out of bed to go turn them off, when they shut off again, just as quickly as they had come on. So, I fell asleep. But then an hour later, the power came back on for good, so I had to get out of bed again and turn the rest of the lights off. Then, Paul's radio came on this morning at 7 am. I thought it was 8, which meant I really needed to be getting up. So, I was trying to force myself to wake up - not successfully. Then, I realized it was only 7:24, so I fell back asleep. Then, of course, I slept too late and I had to jump out of bed and help Ben get ready to go to Kids' Club (respite care).
When I'm tired I'm irritable and while I didn't say anything, it just annoyed me that Ben is outside, happily swinging, listening to his headset and eating an ice pop. He has no concept of time and it never occurred to him that he needed to be getting ready to go. So, I had to call him in, direct him to his clothing, unbutton his shorts because he never thinks to do that before he tries to pull them over his hips and then they get stuck. I had to yank his headphones off his head and shoo him into the bathroom so I could comb his hair and put deodorant on him. Then, Paul wasn't ready to go yet (no surprise there - he also has no concept of time - well, not as much as I do anyway - can you tell I'm irritated?!) so I told Ben to sit on the couch and wait for his dad. Oh, and I also told him to eat a muffin. Then, I went back to bed and Paul comes in complaining that I don't have the boys ready to go (he was taking Will to work on a couple of side jobs, dropping Ben off at ChildServe first). He's lucky I didn't hurt him. But of course, I then found Ben's lunch bag still on the table. It would not occur to him to bring something like that with him until he needed it. I just get tired of his complete spaciness. How is he ever going to work a job someday when he has to be continually pulled back into the real world? So I stuffed the bag into Paul's arms and he left. I hope Ben got his lunch. So now I've been attempting to get stuff done on my to-do list and trying to keep Sam and David from wrestling all over the living room. I think I need a do-over on this morning!
There's not a whole lot else to report on. Will came home yesterday afternoon from his last week of working at camp. He informed me that next year he wants to try out for position of lifeguard. Apparently, they earn more money. So, I'll have to see if I can get him into a CPR class sometime this next school year. He's pretty beat. I think all his weeks of work are catching up with him. He leaves Monday, bright and early, for Sr. High camp. But this will be a week for fun. Then he'll get back and football practice will start in earnest.
I hurt my leg this week. We have these antique jacks that Paul borrowed from my parents for the house. My great grandpa used them a century ago for his house moving business. They were in the backroom and I walked right into one. I tore a chunk out of thigh and it's all swollen around that. Plus I've got a bruise with about a 4" radius. Not nice - I can't even cross my legs with that leg underneath.
Some Sam-isms from this week: "I wub you!" That's nice. I've waited a long time to hear that for the first time. He gets that from sensitive David who has to say it every night before he goes to bed. I'm not convinced Sam knows what it means, but it's still nice to hear.
All week long: "What you doing, Mom?" It doesn't matter if I'm brushing my teeth or at the computer, the question is still the same.
Sam has become obsessed by Veggie Tales. He used to call them "Bob" as in Bob and Larry. Now, they're "Beggie Tales." It has resulted in more than one disagreement between he and his brothers over whether or not it's time for Sam to watch an episode, or whether his brothers get to watch their shows.
I was a good painter this time and actually took all the outlet covers off the wall instead of painting around them. I still don't have them back on. Sam gazed at one cover less outlet and exclaimed, "You broke dat!"
I've gotten 3 really, really nice comments already on my latest FaithWriters piece. I was feeling hopeful that that meant I had done something well and I might even find myself in the top 5 this next Thurs. when judging is announced. But then I started reading the other entries at the Advanced Level. Wow, oh wow! I'm just a minnow in a pond of really big fish! These writers are incredible! So my confidence is nowhere to be found these days. But, honestly, what I wrote this time is good. It may not be as good as the competition, but I know it's one of my better pieces. Right now I need to be coming up with an article, though, for our new topic of "see." I am just coming up blank. Usually I have a pretty good idea of what I'm going to write within a couple of days of learning the new topic. I know I'd like to do something humorous because I've been on a dramatic/pathos kick lately. So I need to get my brain in gear.
Well, it's past time for lunch. I am trying to get Sam settled down for a nap (so far, unsuccessfully, but he's tired, I can tell). Then, I think I'll feed myself and chug down a liter or two of Mt. Dew - I have got to wake up these sluggish brain cells. Of course, it might help if I had eaten something today other than just a muffin and a handful of Hy-Vee brand sandwich cookies. Think I need to do some cooking, today, too...
Monday, July 19, 2010
I made supper, but Paul is the only one who wanted any. David went to town with the neighbor boy for ice cream and Sam flat out refused to eat. Ben just had garlic bread and I just ate corn on the cob. Oh well - casual summertime. Sam just ran outside to play with the neighbor girl. He was naked from his bath and instructed me that he wanted to wear pants (shorts) but no shirt! Maybe he's taking his cues from Jacob, the werewolf.
Sam exclaimed today, "I can't beweeb it!" but I don't know to what he was referring - probably just being a tape recorder.
We have kittens. David discovered them last week in the shed. The mother put them in an empty fish tank, of all places! Not sure if she gave birth there, or moved them there for safety. So cute! The mama is not our kitty, but that doesn't mean they won't stick around. Cats just kind of wander all over town. Every so often a resident will come to a meeting and complain about them. But I'm not sure what they want us to do - shoot them?
I was talking on the phone last week and suddenly I heard Sam say, "Stop talking, Shara!" (Sarah). He repeated it several times, so I know what I heard. Silly kid.
One of my old classmates died last week. I went to school with Steve from kindergarten through the 7th grade when his family moved. I'm trying to remember if they went to our large church or not, but I honestly can't remember. Anyway, I heard that he drank himself to death. What an undignified way to die and be remembered. Of course, I'll always remember Steve for the way he always argued. He was always right, in his opinion. I wonder if he carried that into adulthood? Anyway, it's just sad, all around.
I have decided to stop by Menards tomorrow and get all my paint for the kitchen. I hadn't planned to do it this quickly but I've got some free time this week and I'd sure rather get the painting done before school starts than trying to fit it in between the books and trips to school.
So, that's all I know for now. Here's hoping everyone has a blessed week! And here's hoping Paul gets home at a decent time tomorrow night so I can attend my support meeting for sp. needs moms!
Oh, speaking of FaithWriters...I am discouraged this week! I finished reading through all the other entries at my level. There were a ton of them. And I wasn't totally happy with my story. It was much better in my mind than it came out on paper. When I did write it, I ended up almost 200 words past the limit, so I was having to make really painful chopping decisions and the end result was less than pretty. And now, reading the competition, I am so aware of just how out of my league I am. There are some phenomenal writers at the Advanced Level and I know I just can't compare. I was telling Paul all this and he said, "So quit." That brat! But be aware, my readers, I will probably be whining about this for awhile!
Thursday I had my annual exam - fun, fun, fun! All is well down there, as far as I know. My dr. informed me that next year, the fun really begins - I get to have mammograms! Oh yippee...She said that I can probably do it only every other year because we have no family history of cancer. And then she went on to explain how mammograms aren't even all the effective on "young, firm" breasts. They were designed for old, floppy ones. I told her I thought mine definitely fit into the latter category, but she assured me they were still quite firm (thanks - I think?). But, I thought about about that later and I realized that what she was saying is that getting a mammogram is going to hurt because only being 40 next year, my breasts won't be super soft and squishy and will resist getting smashed between two metal plates, unlike if they were more pancake like already. Lovely...
Melissa and I met up afterwards to go see "Eclipse." I deliberately planned those two activities for the same day - I needed some comfort after enduring my annual exam! My dr. found out my plans and told me that she had just seen Taylor Lautner in real life when she and her sister were in New York, outside the Today Show building and he came out. Be still, my heart! She said he's actually kind of short. But I bet millions of women would gladly wear flats the rest of their life just to stand next to him! Actually, when it comes to Taylor, I feel a bit funny, since he's only 2 yrs older than Will. Makes me feel a bit like a dirty old woman to be lusting after someone that young! And besides, I'm Team Edward all the way!
But anyway, we went to the movie and thoroughly enjoyed it. I cannot wait until Breaking Dawn comes out! Then, we went to Walmart and hung out in her van talking until 1 in the morning! Oh, we are too, too old to be doing stuff like that! But, it was so nice. Melissa and I can talk for hours. In fact, I avoid calling her because I know we'll be on the phone for an hour, minimum. We're in the same stage of life, our husbands are in related fields, our sons are best friends, and we're similar in other areas. And apparently, we're both conversation- deprived as well! By the time I got home it was 1:30 and I think it was close to three am before I actually dropped off to sleep.
Funny: Will and David requested that I rent "New Moon" for them so I did. They watched it together on Friday and then wanted me to fill them in on the plot from Eclipse. It strikes me as funny, although I know a number of guys that are into the books and movies, too. My 29 yr old nephew is a big fan and it was Melissa's teenaged son, in fact, who got her hooked. Apparently vampire romance knows no gender or age boundaries! Maybe just good taste boundaries...
As I type this, David has just informed me that he is making Edward, Jacob, and Bella Miis on the Wii. He needs me to check them for accuracy!
So that was Thursday. All day long Friday I struggled to keep my eyes open. But I had to because I had plans to meet Sara and the girls out at Jordan Creek Mall. They drove down from Waterloo and we had a nice time for several hours. I brought Sam and he pleased to see "Emmy." Sara found some good clearance clothes for herself and I wandered around trying to find stuff for me. I'm too picky. I did find a sweater/vest thingy with a strappy tank at Christopher and Banks. I didn't buy it because it was full priced. But later I got home and thought about it all day Sat. and that was one of the errands I ran yesterday. I went back and got it. It's cute, even at full price!
Well, it's not pouring at the moment, so I'd better slap another coat of paint on the house while I can. I'm hopeful that I can get this done today. Then, I can move on to the kitchen painting.
I watched the weather last night and they said that we'd be having storms today in the afternoon. Well, we were awakened at 6 this morning by a thunderstorm! Guess their timing was a little off! But Paul still went to work, muttering something about some "inside" jobs he needed to do. But it all cleared off so I pulled out my paint clothes and headed outside. And now I'm back inside!
Iowa summertime weather! It was really, really hot on Saturday. Thankfully, Paul is on call this weekend. I am always so, so grateful when the weather is extreme during his call week. That means lots of overtime money! But, it also means he gets very little sleep. He worked all day long both Saturday and Sunday. So then I worry about him having seizures. He got home last night just before midnight and he had to run down to the basement and work for a little bit - turning off the pump and relighting the waterheater (which meant he had a cold shower). And then he was up again in 5 hours since he has to go in early on Mondays.
Well, like I said, yesterday was an unusual Sunday. I wore pants for one thing - :) Paul has this thing about women wearing skirts to church on Sunday (Weds. we both wear jeans; sometimes I even wear shorts). It annoys me but he once phrased it to me that he viewed it as a matter of "respect" so I do it for him. But when I'm widowed... We missed SS, which is odd. We didn't have power when I left the house (which made getting ready for church difficult - kind of hard to iron clothing and do my hair without electricity! I couldn't bake our normal Sun. morning muffins either, since I have an electric stove. Neither could I plug in the crockpot with Sunday's lunch!) so I didn't want to come home soon after church in case we were still without power.
So, I had a few errands I could run in Des Moines and I got ahold of Paul and he was able to take an hour off and we had a great lunch out at Fuddruckers. It had been 9 months to the day since we'd been there last. I love that place! So I ran my errands and we finally made it home. The power was back on, thankfully, by then.
Ben almost immediately fell asleep on the couch. All those boys were short on sleep because they had gotten to bed quite late on Sat. and then had been awakened by the storm a few hours later.
We did go to evening church and I was able to pester my pastor about some questions I have regarding my next FaithWriters story. Now he wants to read a copy of it when I get done to "check for heresy" - ha, ha!
So that was my day! Now I'm having a quiet Monday with no place to go. Uh oh. I just looked outside and I can see the rain washed off some the paint I just slapped on the shed. Rats. I hope the house looks a little better!
I've got a bunch to blog about so I'll be back, off and on today.
Wednesday, July 14, 2010
Saturday, July 10, 2010
In my last blog post I mentioned that that evening I planned to go out with my friend, Traci. I got halfway there when Paul called and said, "Uh - you might want to come home!" That's never good! That's the reason there on the left! The first part of this blog title refers to Sam's middle name - the last time we were home our former pastor, for whom Sam's middle name is given, referred to him as "Little Leo" which I think is cute and makes my alliterative-loving mind smile!
Sam had been balancing (we think) on a concrete block that was holding down one of the tarps over the basement hole. He lost his balance and broke right through the tarp, landing on the dirt on the outside of the wall that's up. So, thankfully it was just a 6 foot drop, rather than the 9 foot drop had he fallen on the other side of the wall. Paul was right down there working when Sam came crashing through.
We took him to the ER in Knoxville, which left me less-than-impressed. He appeared to be ok. In fact, when I got home, Sam was laying on the couch and informed me, "I got hurt!" But he had one spot on this scrape on his head (he must have just grazed the concrete blocks before landing in the dirt) where the skin was gaping a bit. I knew it needed a stitch or least glue. Plus, falling that far, I wanted Sam to be checked out.
I assumed that the hospital would run a full battery of neurological tests, like a ct scan or an MRI or something. They didn't. They just looked at his pupils, had him walk for them, and asked us if we thought he was acting "normal." Finally, we asked about the spot on his head and the nurse said, "Well, I'll give you some neosporin for that." What?! But we thought maybe we had overreacted and didn't see what we thought. So we got home, showered Sam and cleaned up the wound (which the hospital didn't do, either - grrr) and sure enough, he had about an 1/8" spot where the skin was totally gaping open. So we glued it ourselves and stuck a butterfly bandage on.
My heart still sinks to think what could have been. Paul said all he could think about was Sam falling through, but instead of hitting the dirt, bashing his skull on the cement blocks! To say we are thankful is an understatement! That is the second accident we've had now on this project. It had better be the last!
So one of our tarps now has a Sam-shaped hole in it! But last night I was scrapbooking at my friend, Megan's house. Her husband is in the National Guard and has a bunch of discarded Army tarps so he gave me a big one to replace our torn one. I can't believe they throw those things away - they're so sturdy!
I had something unique...interesting...humbling...happen to me Wednesday afternoon. My neighbor, Jenn, is a single mother of 3. Her little boy is over here all the time, playing with my boys - probably thankful for the male company since he only has sisters and mom and grandma at home. I took all 3 kids to VBS last month. I don't know Jenn all that well, but I'm slowly getting to know her. We both work for the city and attend council meetings together so we'll talk about that from time to time.
Well, Jenn has had a rotten summer. They've just had a lot of bad things happen, all on top of each other. This week, her children's half-brother, Jenn's former step-son, was killed in a car accident. It's a real tragedy. He'd just graduated from high school and was all set to enter the Navy. So, Wed. afternoon Jenn stopped by and said, "I have something kind of weird to ask you." Well, with an intro like that, I'm all ears! She went on to talk about all these things that have been happening and asked me to pray for her. I assured her that I would. And then we went on to talk about other things.
As I was standing there, I really felt the Holy Spirit telling me to lead Jenn in prayer right then. But I hate praying out loud! It's just a phobia of mine. I worry about how I sound and I'm aware of awkward pauses - it's just not something I enjoy. I have great, silent conversations with God, but not out-loud ones. As I felt that urging and attempted to beat it down, I suddenly realized that all the kids had run outside. And Sam, whom I'd been trying to get to sleep for the past 4 hours had fallen asleep on his own (clutching a screwdriver - is he a boy or what?!). So, I led Jenn over to the couch and just prayed out loud for her. She was tearful and hugged and thanked me.
I don't know why she asked me to do that. Maybe it's because she knows I go to church. I certainly haven't been around the neighborhood proselytizing. But at any rate, it felt really good to be used of the Lord. Three days later, I'm still kind of in awe over the whole thing!
You know, we have really looked into moving from Swan a number of times. And it's just never been right for one reason or another. Maybe this is why - I don't know!
Yesterday, I made the boring trek up to Clear Lake to pick up the working camp kids. The parents all take turns taking or retrieving the teens throughout the summer. My friend Melissa watched David and Sam for me so I'd have enough room for all the kids and their luggage. It was an uneventful trip, but took most of the day. This was the first time Will worked a family camp and he came home (as I knew he would) urging me that we need to go to Family Camp one of these summers! I suppose we should put that on the docket before Will gets out of high school.
FaithWriters starts again this next week. They've given us such an easy topic this time ("hear") which almost makes me more nervous than if it were something more off the wall, like the last quarters' topics. Plus, I'll be competing at the 3rd level for the first time. But I do have a story in my head. Now I just have to find the time to squeeze it out. This is going to be a very busy week for me.
Well, I need to tackle some of my Saturday chores, like cooking tomorrow's lunch and getting our Sunday clothes ready. Paul, Will, and Ben have been gone for about 6 hrs, running a number of errands. He said they didn't buy the car at the auction, so I don't know if that means it wasn't worth it or if they were outbid. I'll try to pop in later next week...
Tuesday, July 6, 2010
I think, along with having them separated, I am looking forward to the schedule of things. I'm such a schedule nut the older I get! This is the first summer that I haven't homeschooled and I've been a little bit at loose ends. It's not that I don't have things to do, because I do. But I miss the daily schedule, the back and forth routine of housework and schoolwork.
So I started a new routine this morning. With the exception of one added thing, it's literally my same morning schedule. But I actually wrote it out and posted it on the fridge. I get up and my head swirls, because I never know where to start first. Now I have an order, and for some reason that helps me.
The thing I added to my morning routine (which will be dropped on the days I have places I have to get to in the mornings) is working out. Well, "working out" is a relative term, I suppose. But my legs felt somewhat jelly-like this morning, so I guess that would mean I "worked out!" I bought a couple of exercise (ok, dance) dvds last night. I spent today's allotted exercise time to learning the steps on the one - which was not that easy. Of course, it would have been easier if my husband and 11 year old hadn't been laughing at me and trying to snap pictures of me and my discomfiture. Grrr... I did the walking last summer and that was ok. But once it got cold, I couldn't really do that anymore. And besides, it was really, really hard to get up that early in the morning! I started taking a drug this winter for my headaches and one of its side-effects is grogginess, which makes the likelihood of me getting up super early even less likely to happen. I know I need to do something, exercise-wise, for my energy, as well as for my flabby areas that are appearing with more and more regularity. I eyed some Jillian Michaels dvds last night, but I passed her over. That lady is mean! I don't want to be yelled at first thing in the morning when I'm being virtuous by exercising at all. Besides, it's hard enough to exercise while my family is rolling around on the floor, holding their stomachs, and laughing hysterically.
Oh, speaking of dancing...the other night we were watching "America's Got Talent" which is my favorite summertime tv watching. Well, a pair of belly dancers came on stage to showcase their talent and hopefully get pushed to the next level of competition. So I was watching them swivel their hips and undulate their flat tummies when David spoke up, "Uh, Mom? We really shouldn't be watching this - those ladies don't have enough clothes on!" He's always been really sensitive to stuff like that. So I turned it, which made Ben mad, because he likes AGT too. But David is right. Just because something is a skill doesn't mean we ought to watch it!
The other day Ben was in trouble again. Catching him do things causes me more problems because he perverserates. He will tell me numerous times - literally like 50-100 times in one day - how he'll never, ever, ever do ______ again. It's just constant and so, so annoying. I finally told Ben, "I'm tired of listening to this." Ben replied, "Well, I'm tired of getting caught!" Hah! Isn't that the truth?!
The other day I opened up the fridge and Sam pointed at some egg cartons and exclaimed, "Eggs!" Then he added, "Chickens!" He just put that together last weekend when we were Council Bluffs. After years of not having chickens Paul's parents have a flock again. When I first met Paul they had them and that was honestly the first time I'd ever known anyone that had chickens. I'm such a city girl! I remember being appalled at their stench! Twenty years later they don't smell any better! Sam went with Grandpa to feed the chickens and collect the eggs and he thought that was so great. While we were there, a number of baby chicks hatched in the incubator and the boys got to watch the progress , from seeing the first crack in the egg, to having a wet, newborn chick within a few hours. So, anyway, that's why he was making the connection in my fridge.
Sunday we had communion and right in the middle of the solemn ceremony, Sam starts singing the "Cheeseburger" song (Veggie Tales)! I couldn't clamp my hand over his mouth fast enough! Oh, that kid!
We did go on a date last Friday night. I figured we were just going to our regular place, but Paul got home and said, "You want to go to a movie?" So first we went to this out of the way Italian place. Paul had worked on their air at once time, which was how he knew about it. The food was fine, the prices were good. The service was a little lacking, but we made it. I was enjoying my soup until I overheard the waitress comment to the next table that tonight's soup was bean soup, which was all they had. I about threw up! I was eating BEAN soup? Oh, gag me! Other than that, the meal was good!
We saw "Knight and Day" with Cameron Diaz and Tom Cruise. It was really, really good - so funny and lots of action! It was PG-13 and I would love for the boys to see it, but they can't. And you know why? They used the "F" word one time in the movie. That really bothers me. You never used to hear that word outside of "R" rated movies. But it's filtering down into the lower rated movies. It's a sign of our culture (or the culture is taking its cues from the movie industry - whichever way that goes). You hear the "A" word now all over the tv and even our president thinks it's ok to use it in a tv interview. No class! But aside from that, it was a great movie and we laughed so hard! There was no sex in the movie - nothing inappropriate at all.
We were shocked, though, when we got out and realized it was after 11! Well, duh - the movie's show time was 8:45 and after they got through all the ads and previews, I'm sure it was after 9 before it started. We decided last Feb. when we saw a later showing of "The Book of Eli" that we are too old for those late night movies!
Well, that's all I know. I need to start supper soon because I'll be gone a good portion of the afternoon, taking Ben to his class and then running a few errands. Later tonight, I am meeting my friend Traci at Culvers, which is where Malissa and I went last night. Suppose they'll remember me? She and I haven't seen each other since Nov, so we are way over-due for some girl time. Traci has a son on the autism spectrum and attends one of our sister churches in Des Moines. My pastor and her pastor connected us. Malissa has several children on the spectrum as well. There are so many of us autism mothers anymore - sad.
The sun is struggling to come out. Maybe the weathermen will be wrong and today won't be gloomy after all. One can hope! Although, I'd rather have gray skies than what the Eastern half of the U.S. is dealing with right now - 100+ temps. Well, my brother and his family have that all the time in AZ, too. There are worse things than continual rain!
Monday, July 5, 2010
Oh, that's Sam up there, waiting for the fireworks to begin. He did really well this year. He snuggled in Paul's lap for the whole show. In the beginning, he said, "Sam scared!" but that didn't last long. He was oohing and ahhing with the rest of the crowd. For some reason, they had had quite a few fireballs on the ground this year and I think he liked those best of all! Sam called the fireworks, "firetractors" - so cute!
Friday, July 2, 2010
Happy 4th of July, Americans!