Monday, December 20, 2010
Wednesday, December 15, 2010
Monday, November 29, 2010
Saturday, November 27, 2010
Monday, November 15, 2010
Having sung last year at the VBS program, Caitlyn made her Sunday night debut singing "Jesus Loves the Little Ones Like Me" with slightly less gusto than we practiced. I still think she did well to be in front of a whole big church. (The laughter halfway through occured when another girl grabbed the mic rock star style.)
Thursday, October 14, 2010
Tuesday, September 21, 2010
Saturday, September 11, 2010
Whatever is the matter day?
My everybody scatterday.
The sound of pitter patter day.
It's just another Manic Saturday.
Friday, September 10, 2010
Wednesday, September 8, 2010
Monday, August 23, 2010
Tuesday, June 15, 2010
We always buy organic hormone free milk, even sending it to preschool to protect Caitlyn from future breast cancer. Then there's the BPA issue. We tossed out all Caitlyn's old bottles and even the new ones I had bought Elijah after learning about plastics leeching BPA. We stopped heating in and started hand washing our plastic. But now we find out that BPA is in one of my biggest pantry staples - canned tomatoes! What am I supposed to do, grow and can my own in mason jars?
Maybe I should just stop reading...
Tuesday, June 8, 2010
Monday, June 7, 2010
Tuesday, May 25, 2010
Really I should have seen it coming. After all they only said the island wasn't purgatory, never the flash sideways world. I was so sucked into my idea of parallel universes that even Desmond's almost angelic state didn't clue me in. LOST has always been much about an American new agey ecumenical blind faith versus science/reason, and faith did seem to usually gain the upper hand. So the "all dogs go to heaven" ending shouldn't have been surprising to anyone (which of course means Vincent was already in the light).
The point of the show was apparently the flash sideways world where people are able to work things out before moving on to "the other side", and the warm fuzzy was that you don't have to go alone. Jack, Sun, John, Miles, Faraday, and to some extent Claire all had "Daddy" issues to work out. Jack worked through his by creating an imaginary son and break the cycle of terse parenting which I suppose also allowed Juliet to work out any Mommy issues she had from not being able to save the pregnant women on the island. He also has to "fix" people and work through his god complex to some extent. Not surprisingly Jack has the hardest time letting go out of all the ones who end up in the room together. He always did get stuck on an idea and need some drastic act (like talking to his dead father) in order to let go. Sun and Jin were able to let go of all the mess caused by Sun's mobster style father. John creates a scenario where he has hurt his wonderful caring father (instead of vice versa) and is finally able to let go. Faith remains the cornerstone of his existence as he is able dramatically rise from his wheelchair and enter Eloise's church "fixed". Miles is able to live as an adult with a normal relationship with his father since in that world his father wasn't gassed to death.
Sayid's soul must not have been fully cleansed by his exploding self sacrifice because he had to use his killer skills one more time to save the girl he thought he loved before saving Shannon and realizing that she was his true soul mate.
It was nice that after Jack saved the world from electromagnetism/the powers of darkness without somehow becoming smoke monster the sequel Jorge ended up as the protector of the island, also allowing Ben to be a "great number two" and finally get the recognition and position he had always desired. The only thing Jorge needed was to feel lucky for once and live carefree for once. Ben apparently didn't find enough redemption from this number two position or the flash sideways character change of being meek and caring for his one time daughter. In my mind he eventually finds family with Rousseau and Alex so they can all "go into the light" together.
Sawyer and Kate both need a chance to be good guys, and it could be implied that in the flash sideways world Kate actually was innocent. Sawyer was able to choose a different path where he used his past for the forces of good rather than evil by being a cop. I was glad to see him and Juliet end up as soul mates as they were my favorite couple on the show, which also allowed Jack and Kate to be together drama free. I'm just a sap like that.
I was glad that Claire (and Charlie) needed Aaron to be able to cross over. (It always bothered me that Sun & Jin weren't ever super concerned about Ji Yeon, although I suppose it was the ultrasound of their daughter that allowed them to reach enlightenment.) Charlie only needed Claire since he had really reached enlightenment and peace before he died.
I do wonder how it works that some people in the "purgatory world" were imaginary (e.g. Jack's son) while some were still working through their soul issues (e.g. Eloise Hawking). So we end things still with much to ponder, with a series that could still be watched again with much to discover, and with the strange lingering feeling that we are still a bit lost about LOST.
Friday, May 21, 2010
Sunday, May 9, 2010
On Earth Day my mother-in-law called and told me that Earth Day reminded her of me. Apparently I'm the most environmental person she knows what with my composting our scraps, trying to convert to flexitarianism, recycling whatever we can, and trying to convince her to use reusable bags and recycle the reams of junk mail they receive daily. I'll take it as a compliment, but I don't think we're the gold standard by any means. Working next to a giant mountain of landfill has that effect on you.
Viva Verde celebration in Kannapolis where we received a reusable bag from Target and Wal-Mart, ate snacks, voted in a photo contest, got to play some fun kids games, and saw lots of cool booths on composting/recycling/animals/etc. It was nice to see so many teenagers involved in the conservation including the one who painted pink and purple flowers on Caitlyn's face, Elijah stole hearts in his "Let's Go Green" t-shirt, and Jamie recycled some nasty tennis shoes that have been cluttering our garage. Anyone have any good "Go Green" advice?
Wednesday, May 5, 2010
If you've ever been to the OpryLand Hotel it is hard to imagine it underwater, but here is a video:
Keep them in your prayers and consider sending some help if you can!
Sunday, March 21, 2010
Time passed and our threesome grew to include another cat, another dog, and two turtles, and eventually three other humans - but of course you always love your firstborns even when new distractions come your way. When I was in my third trimester of pregnancy with Caitlyn we kept a cat for our friend's brother who was hospitalized in a motorcycle accident. It didn't go well, and Tamale started peeing on the carpet and furniture. Apparently she inherited my temper and passive aggressiveness. Behavioral training didn't work, so we made the decision to put her outside. I just knew she would be dead in a couple of weeks, but the other option was to send her to a shelter where she would die or another cat would die because someone adopted her. I couldn't deal with that thought.
Surprisingly enough, Tamale thrived outside. She rid all the surrounding yards of voles and other sundry varmints, bringing them to our doorstep as a thanksgiving offering. Who needs front claws when you have brains I suppose. In recent months she had been allowed in and out of the house whenever she wanted, and she usually chose outside when it wasn't freezing and/or snowing.
When I received the text from my neighbor Thursday night asking if I had seen Tamale recently because she thought she saw a cat that looked like her dead in the road my heart sank. It had already been a ridiculously bad night, and I was on the verge of an emotional breakdown. I walked towards the body in the road repeating "Please don't be Tamale" over and over again, but it was no use. I saw cars carefully going around her, and although the face was grotesque I recognized the markings of my kitty. I couldn't leave her body there, so I picked her up in a towel. I made it back to our yard then came inside to get Jamie then collapse in grief, shock, and horror. He was so supportive, and we took the other animals out to see her body so maybe they would understand. I know she died quickly and probably didn't really feel much pain, but I wish I had been there to hold her as she died so I wouldn't feel guilty about it.
Since she sometimes got into mischief like getting stuck in trees after chasing squirrels I felt it was appropriate to bury her in my "Naughty Monkey" boot box. Talking to Caitlyn the next morning actually helped me deal with things. We have talked about death before, so I knew that a million questions would be coming. The conversation went back and forth. "Tamale got hit by a car last night and died" "Why" "It was an accident and she was in the road." "Why was she in the road?" "I don't know... maybe she had some friends over there she was going to see." "Why did you do that?" "Do what, let her outside?" "Yeah." (guilt.... thanks kid) "Because she was pee-peeing on things and that's gross." "When is she going to come back?" "She isn't coming back. When your cat dies you can't have them anymore." "Did she die on the cwoss?" "No, she got hit by a car." "Why did they do that?" "It was an accident.""When the angels bring Tamale back to our house I'm gonna hug her." "The angels aren't going to bring her back... it's rare for people to come back to life." (Jesus' resurrection, while helpful on many levels, does not come in handy when explaining dead pets to 3 year olds.) I told her that we were going to dig a hole and have a funeral where we could say nice things about Tamale, and she would have a chance to say how she was glad Tamale let her hold her and pet her.
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
With all the precipitation Caitlyn's room flooded a bit. It wasn't Hurricane Katrina flooding or anything, but it was enough to soak the carpet and make us call for professional help. We were going to have professional restorers come in, but in the end were able to hire a friend to help us so we could gut things and find the problem. Jamie took care of getting someone to grade the outside and I am dealing with the interior. My friend started gutting out the drywall and ripping out the insulation so we could make sure there was no mold or anything of that nature. He called me downstairs to show me a few things... like black stuff... not mold... wait for it... mouse poops! Also I noticed that I could see my yard through a hole causing me to wonder aloud, "Where is my brick?" Apparently there was a plasticy thing and a place below it with no brick at all. So the only thing between my sweet baby girl and the outside world/coyotes/attacking zombies was some drywall and insulation. (Oh... and some old mouse poops... not sure if zombies are afraid of mouse poops.) So for now Caitlyn and her many worldly possessions are in brother's room. (Also she has no intention of moving back into her room once it is fixed.) So the only two rooms I had organized and finished are trashed. C'est la vie.
Friday, February 12, 2010
Or maybe this is all some brilliant ploy set up through some voodoo of the IOC to coincide with the start of the winter games. People are stuck inside, wishing they were professional skiers so they could get more ingredients for dairy sandwiches, nothing to do but watch curling. (Speaking of which, are my girls still in training for our team? We can make it in 2014!)
It was pretty fun to have Jamie and Caitlyn enjoy a snowball fight after dinner. This morning the snow is melting quickly, but hopefully she will have a chance to make the ever elusive snow angel before it's gone.
Jamie and I enjoyed watching the opening ceremonies for the Vancouver Games. The contrast between it and those in Beijing were striking (obvious?)
- Beijing - the many become one to triumph, the people as a force (machine?), technology and the triumph of the Chinese spirit
- Vancouver - the individual will to survive, the people as hardy souls, nature and the triumph of the Canadian spirit
Of course all was overshadowed by the tragic death of a young luger from the country of Georgia, played in graphic detail for a grieving international community - a reminder that there are inherent dangers in sports as in life, and we are never promised tomorrow.
Thursday, February 11, 2010
Caringbridge update from my mom:
Since we last met…
The MRI showed that a couple of vertebra have spots on them that Dr. Brian felt were of concern.
Tuesday we saw Dr. Black (radiologist) for him to determine if radiation is an option for treatment. He wants to study it for a couple of days and discuss it with some members of his team, but at this point they feel they will probably do radiation. After the radiation, Dr. Brian will decide about the next round of chemo.
Eating is still a major problem, but he’s trying hard! He said that food is his worst medicine. However, the chicken I fried last night was a big thumbs up!
Please pray for him to be able to eat well, put some of his weight back on and that he will regain strength in order for the treatments to have the best effect possible.
When you don’t hear from us for a while, don’t think that means we don’t need your fervent prayers. It might mean that we need them even more!
The Lord bless you and keep you. The Lord make His face to shine upon you and be gracious unto you.
Ed and Marsha
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
All signs point to Sasha - she was the only one not in a cage or aquarium at the time of the crime. More than likely she was jealous of the photo ops the inanimate object was receiving over her. . . or possibly decades old bear stuffing smells like liver. . . or she was upset that I spent the morning chasing/carrying the other dog back when he ran away. But for whatever reason the bear is no more. At least now I don't have to feel guilty when I finally threw the thing away after his commuted death sentence (1 year of photos) was up. You can see his portfolio by clicking here.
Best quotes of the day:
Student: Is this really a good definition for Messiah? an awaited deliverer>
Me: Yes, that's a pretty good definition.
Student: So the pizza guy is a Messiah?
Me: I guess it depends on how hungry you are.
Caitlyn: Mommy, did you know God takes care of us?
Me: Yes honey, God does take care of us.
Caitlyn: Did you know God takes care of us so the bad guys don't sword us? And the angels fly around and flap their wings?
This is the same 3 year old who tells Bible stories about Joseph swording the baby, Jonah swording the guy off the boat so he had to go to the doctor, etc. I decided to tell her about some actual Bible stories involving swords so maybe she'll at least start to get some of her theology right.
Well, time to get LOST as I plan for school and ponder the important questions in life:
- Is Jacob really dead, or was the whole thing just too "Jesus betrayed by Judas" to be the end?
- Is Sayid really Sayid?
- Who are the real bad guys here, or are we all just bad guys who sometimes do good things?
- Could the Japanese dude running the temple be any cooler?
- Are there just so many alternate realities that none of this really matters?
- Will this episode of LOST actually answer more questions than it poses or is that still just a misadvertisement?
Saturday, January 23, 2010
Thursday, January 21, 2010
(It's a satire, not a political statement on my part.) There's an equally funny one about Sarah Palin resigning, but the language is just too bad for me to put on here. Apparently it's a big thing - there are even parodies where Hitler finds out there is no Santa, can't complete Mario brothers, finds out Pokemon are not real, etc. What a wonderful way to spend my workday!
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
On the way home the hubs wanted to show us a snow tubing spot and we got a bit turned around - even the GPS wasn't helping. So I told Caitlyn no movie because Mommy and Daddy were a little bit lost (and honestly I wanted her to sleep). She said "Oh no! What friend can help us?!?!" My response, "Do you know someone who can help us?" She wisely responded "Another mommy!" I felt great about my parenting skills as I have been trying to teach her to yell our name if separated rather than just yelling "Mommy! Daddy!" and also to ask another mommy for help. (Mommies are almost always good guys.) My bubble was slightly burst today when she said if she was lost she would hide behind the tire wheels so the monsters wouldn't get her