Monday, May 29, 2006
Sunday, May 28, 2006
Saturday, May 27, 2006
Tuesday, May 23, 2006
Sunday, May 21, 2006
Friday, May 19, 2006
So, I bring this up because I met someone on bed rest very recently... her name is Becci and I know she would love it if you could go over and say hello. The comments on my blog or the emails I received were such a big huge gargantuan blessing... so go on, head on over... tell her I sent you!
Now she did not tag me with this meme, but I decided to do it anyway, if only because it will give her something to read and such!
1. Grab the book nearest to you, turn on page 18 and find line 4.
"One side, holding very still." from The Tale of Despereaux
2. Stretch your left arm out as far as you can.& catch air?
Yes... actually it is a can of air...
3. What is the last thing you watched on TV?
Bend it like Beckham
4. Without looking, guess what time it is?
5. Now look at the clock, what is the actual time?
6. With the exception of the computer, what can you hear?
My husband watching television, the hum of the CPU, my cat doing flips
7. When did you last step outside? What were you doing?
Coming home from work, stepped out of my car to go in the house... Squink and I promptly took a nap.
8. Before you started this survey, what did you look at?
Oh dear... here is where I admit I was a finalist on the DaVinci Code Google Quest and did my final puzzles tonight in a feeble hope to win the tickets to Europe. And yes, my cryptex is cool...
9. What are you wearing?
An Airborne Tee-shirt a very dear friend sent me and shorts.
10. When did you last laugh?
while watching the movie Bend it like Beckham tonight
11. What is on the walls of the room you are in?
This, this and this. Oh yeah, and this.
12.Seen anything weird lately?
Well, where do I start... yes... plenty, let us leave it at that!
13. What do you think of this quiz?
14. What is the last film you saw?
Bend it like Beckham at home, Ice Age 2 in the cinema.
15. If you became a multimillionaire overnight, what would you buy?
16. Tell me something about you that I don't know.
I have a meditation garden area
17. If you could change one thing about the world, regardless of guilt or politics, what would you do?
I plead the 5th
18. Do you like to Dance?
Yes, a lot, especially with children.
19. Imagine your first child is a girl. What do you call her?
20. Imagine your first child is a boy. What do you call him?
Why "Squink" of course ;-)
21. Would you ever consider living abroad?
Well, where exactly is abroad for me? It is everywhere and it is no where.
22. What do you want GOD to say to you when you reach the pearly gates?
I don't know if I am worthy enough to be spoken to by God.
Tuesday, May 16, 2006
in his lederhosen
Originally uploaded by Blair Necessities.
Fortunately for us, he still has more to grow into this so that it fits properly... an off the shoulder lederhosen strap is just not always apropo...
and because it is just too darn cute!
Monday, May 15, 2006
with or without the apostrophe
I was asked to post my feelings about mothers day. But maybe I shall do so in the telling of how mine went... The day was pre-planned by my mother issuing a
mandate request that we all attend church. We have two religions in our family now... a) the Catholics which married into b) Presbyterians (most of whom who grew up thinking they were catholic). For the record, I am the later...
So we went to church and had a jolly good time, I learned about a couple things in the sermon that greatly interested me... 1) that Ethiopia had a dynasty of queens and 2) that in Biblical times one could not convert to Judaism if they were mutilated in any way ( I do not know if this still holds true)... anyway, coming away with two pieces of knowledge or of places to start looking for something I found interesting was a good thing. I was reminded why I like Presbyterians... it is interesting to note that the Catholics in attendance noted a lack of guilt in the process... but that was just an aside. We met for the social time and I said hello to a woman who is 105 but thinks she is 104... what does she think she is doing by trying to pass herself off as someone so young she was very sweet.
After this, everyone went home for naps and rest, changing clothes and met up at our house for some fun. We had swimming and cooking and shopping (the men ironically)...
But it was a good time, it was low stress, it was nice, it was just filled with cute photo opportunities... and it was family, the small one I am so blessed to have.
So how does this reflect how I feel about mother's day?
Well, I think that there is sacredness about mothers day... not because I finally made that leap from woman to mom, but because the process is so intense. In the act of giving birth to a precious new life I realized just how precious life is, how sacred living is because of it, how awesome the honor to have the privilege of bringing forth someone into being that I am rendered speechless at the thought.
For mothers day I received a card from my nephew and a rose from my church... the rose was given to me not because I was a mother, but because I had one. That was pretty intense.
I did not receive any physical compensations other than those I described above, and that is perfectly OK... motherhood is a job that changes your soul, the way you live, the things that become important, these all change the moment that you push that tiny life from your body, and life becomes so different, so changed by that experience that no mortal can ever prepare you for the weight of it, the good times and the bad.
Motherhood by its very nature creates family.
I feel compelled to add that motherhood arrives in our lives in many forms... wanted or unwanted, through our bodies and through another woman's body... the act of becoming a mother transcends that push of labor that I believe that even an adoptive mother knows just how profound that is, and that it is as profound for the woman who delivers her child into the arms of another family
Sunday, May 14, 2006
Saturday, May 13, 2006
That I have had to force myself to type this one out in acknowledgement of my erroneous ways...
I do so try to write properly, and then crap like that spews forth from my fingers...
So, when I get the great ideas on what to write about, well... it just doesn't come out... I sit in front of my monitor in such fear of being judged by my writing skills that I am just frozen in anticipatory mortification...
so, in turn, what you all (five or so of you) get is a pathetic attempt in merely putting pictures up of Squink so my in-laws can see how he is growing.
I am sorry...
It is my blog after all... and I love putting pictures up.
But, I do imagine that since that is what I have been doing for well over a year now that anything approaching spew might send you all into a tailspin and wonder which aliens have invaded my body (which if you all remember, I defeated in a battle to the death).
Anyway... I am so trying to get over myself... because if you judge me for something I often write in haste and do not have time to fix once my errors are noted... then, well, may you have copious errors on your blog for which you are judged... not really, sorta, a little bit...
(and yes, that image, or a reasonable facsimile of it has been running through my head... eat, shoots and leaves). The worst is that I imagine both Moritz and my Grandmother mortified by that too...