May. 16, 2007 - A Funny and A Praise
Ok, I'm still alive,,,(thanks to a wake up call from Connie),,,and here to blog a funny and a praise.
The weather here was gorgeous today. Fantastic really. There was a clear blue sky overhead as we went into a store in town to pick up a few items. I had the privilege of holding hands with my daughter (H) on our way to the door. She looked up a me, and with a stricken look, said "Mama we better hurry, I don't want to get caught by an eagle because it will swoop down and pick off all my meat". HUH? What meat? "The meat in my body, you know, the meat on my bones".
Funny thing...as I was sitting here typing this out, I was racking my brain trying to remember where in the world she would get these thoughts from...and I just now remembered. On a zoo trip last year we happened upon the eagle exhibit at feeding time. We watched as this beautiful bald eagle devoured two rats. Poor child,,,must have left an impact. I thought it was very interesting...guess she didn't think so...I suppose it's time to teach her that she's a little higher on the food chain...
On a praise note...thank you all for your prayers for what has been going on with me physically. I had surgery last week and everything looks really great. I have a few doctors appointments in the next month, but everything looks very promising and I am recovering very quickly, so thank you very much for your prayers!!!
You know,,,a few weeks ago I wrote a prayer to the Lord asking Him to teach me to depend on Him. I am so stubborn and fall back into depending on myself far too often...I know exactly where this gets me, but I fall back none the less. God in His mercy and grace taught me ONCE AGAIN to depend on Him alone. I was very nervous about having to go under anesthesia, but in that place, where I had no control, God taught me. He taught me to look to Him for peace. He taught me that He is sovereign and that I am in His hands. I am so very thankful that He did. Now...if I would just remember these lessons every single day...guess that's why He wrote them down so I wouldn't forget them huh?
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Mar. 2, 2007 - Geocentric Boy
Ptolemy and my son Q have something in common. They both apparently think they are the center of the universe. (Note: This didn't come as a HUGE surprise, but what follows did...)
At lunch today he says "Outside I blew on some dirt to see if I could make a man, but the dirt just blew away."
Guess he thinks quite highly of himself, but my goodness!!! I mean, after I state the obvious... "Well...Q, YOU are not GOD" what else could I possibly say?
Parenting tips are welcome.
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Feb. 15, 2007 - A Smooth Mammal
Well...if I can stop myself from crying over Angelle's post tonight, (psalm518), I might be able to get something funny down :)
We shopped tonight. Shopped, unloaded and shopped some more. I really, really, really dislike shopping. We were in Sam's eating dinner, you know, because we were too busy shopping to go home and make ourselves some dinner....and H is sitting across from me. She is sitting beside her daddy.
The logistics are necessary, hang with me...she turns around, inhales (VERY loudly) and whispers something to her daddy. He cracks up. I mean turns red and almost projects part of what he had just eaten. Then he laughs some more...trying to be quiet that is...he whispers to me "Bec, is there someone bald behind me?" Yes, why? "Harper says that the person sitting behind her isn't a mammal."
By this time, the man is looking at me, and he is bald. I don't mean going bald, I mean no hair whatsoever. Looked like he shaved it this morning. Very smooth. Yep, he's looking at me...my husband is trying to contain the laughter and I cannot even smile. The smooth man is staring a hole in me...calm, calm, calm...think of having cavities filled...calm, calm, calm...
Then there are even more whispers between father and daughter and daughter says "well...he's not a mammal on his head though." I stuff in some pizza, maybe that will keep the smile in...smooth man looks like he really wants to know what is going on...Another bite of pizza won't hurt...time to go...BUT WAIT, Q isn't finished. The same Q who never eats, picks this particular moment to fatten himself up for the next few days....smooth man still looking at me, but seeming to become distracted by other things...I start to breathe and we spend the next few minutes picking up and getting ready to go.
Smooth Man makes one final glance at H and then at me. I look desperately for another piece of pizza...none to be found!!!...Q is full for winter...I smile instead...Smooth Man's head really did look very nice...poor man though...I'm pretty sure he thought we were laughing at him. If he only knew, he would have laughed WITH us, AT our daughter.
I had wayyyyy too much pizza tonight...it's gonna take me forever to run it off, but at least I can run while laughing...
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Jan. 29, 2007 - A Few Funnies
Arsenic and Old Lace is one of my favorite movies. Hilarious movie. In the movie, the sisters have a slightly insane relative (brother I think) that lives with them. He thinks he's Teddy Roosevelt. Every time he climbs the stairs he brandishes his saber and yells 'charge' all the way up to his room. Kind of repetitive in the movie, but humorous.
Funny thing is, I don't think my son has seen this movie. Nevertheless on his way up the stairs to get his sister out of her crib this morning, he grabs a swimming noodle, you know the really long kind, holds it up and yells at the top of his lungs..."Sonora, have no fear, Sir Nate the Great is here".
I'd say we can check poetry off our list for today.
I have to get this next funny in writing even though it happened a few months ago because it is too good to forget!
My son is Sir Nate the Great because of our Konos unit on the Middle Ages last semester. We studied kings and queens and had a great time doing it. We really delved into the Tudors. How Henry the Eighth was a harsh ruler and gave strict punishments for small crimes.
Well, Harper, my oldest daughter who had just turned four at the time soaked up quite a bit more of the unit than I had first imagined. One morning she is sitting at the top of the stairs crying....really loudly, so as to get mama's attention...I ask what's wrong and she tells me that Nate has stolen her journal, the pretty pink one that is hers and hers alone and can you please get it back for me because I love it and want to sleep with it and write in it and I bought it with my own money and I love it and it isn't his... inhale ... MAMA!!!!...cut off his hand!!!!!
She would have fit right in with ole Henry I bet.
Aren't kids great?
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