I'm It!
Wow. My first tag ever. Thanks,
Rohini...now I don't have to bore you guys with another account of how dusty my house is, or some other such thing. I'll just "fill in the blanks" here and bore you with this stuff instead! Then, I'm going back to--PAINTING! Yes, you heard me. I'm actually on to the painting stage.
Ahem, guess I better put the rest of it under the following headings:
I am thinking about…
whether or not I am going to be able to accomplish painting both coats of both colours on my kitchen pass-through today, plus finish off the white trim, plus take my kids out for a walk so as to not be a totally negligent parent, plus take them to the circus that's in town tonight. I'm also wondering where the missing VeggieTales DVD's--that I discovered have gone AWOL only moments ago--went to.
I said...
"Say it properly, Jude." We have been working with him rather intensely to get him to stop being so lazy with his speech. Many sounds he can say, he's just so in the habit of saying things the way he did when he first started talking. Also, he still has trouble with "s" and "l" sounds. Words he is finally starting to say right: done, Jude, I (he always says "my" instead), any; I know there are more, but I can't think of them right now.
I want to…
"...stand with you on a mountain, bathe with you in the sea..." Ahem. Sorry. I have the Savage Garden song "Truly, Madly, Deeply" stuck in my head. Not sure why, as I haven't heard this in ages, but when Jason and I were "dating" (okay, we never really dated, except for one ill-fated month that was really hard on our friendship, so we "broke up." Long story. One for a different post) it was one of my favourite "our songs".
I wish…
that organic and whole food was not so expensive. That's the problem with eating healthfully--you pay more because you are using less prepackaged garbage and more fresh produce and real meat. And milk. I bet I spend at least $120 a month on milk (from which I make all my own dairy products except butter and cheddar cheese--and I could probably make the butter, too, if I felt so inclined.) Granted, that should be going down in a few months when Jabin starts drinking less formula. Thank goodness. But anyway, I suppose you pay for it in the grocery bill, or pay later in other ways--poor health, prescriptions and lost work time from said poor health, and possibly even an earlier death from cancer or heart disease.
On a related note, I read an article not long ago that said that organic produce availability in the US has officially fallen behind demand, and more and more farmers are switching to farming organically. I'm hoping the good news behind all this is that eventually, when the supply catches up again, the prices will start to drop.
I hear…
Um, one word: Napster. Last Sunday, it occurred to me that I had signed up to get an e-mail when Napster finally had their Canadian site up and running. They never sent me one. (The boogers.) So, I went and checked, and YES they had Napster.ca going. I signed up for the one week free trial. Sadly, due to the fact that DH doesn't think $10 a month so I can glut myself on new music is worth it, I only get to binge until this Sunday. But, oh boy, am I binge-ing. ("Binging" doesn't look right, does it?) Good thing it's not like a food overdose--I'm not going to go into a coma from too many show tunes, am I?
I wonder…
if Noah will ever overcome his penchant for eating books. Yes, you heard me right. He likes to chew on the corners of board books, and chew the spines off other books. It is totally frustrating, because we have so many used-to-be-nice books, that are now dog-eared and ratty, thanks to the two-and-a-half-year-old in our house. I thought he would outgrow it at the end of teething, but apparently he likes the taste of cardboard?
I regret…
that Jason got a vasectomy so soon after Jabin was born. Admittedly, getting him to not do it right after Noah was born was a bit of a chore, so it would have been a hard sell to ask him to consider whether we should have a fourth child. And pregnancies are really hard on me--my right leg is so riddled in varicose veins that it looks like a map of Alberta when I'm pregnant. Quite painful. But babies and children are so much fun, and such blessings, and there is a part of me that says "I could have loved more children--there's lots of love to go around."
I am…
a woman with too many interests. Seriously--if I could just narrow it down to a few, I might be able to get some real progress made with them. But as it is, I've managed to narrow it down to about a dozen. " A little bit of this, a little bit of that, a pot, a pan, a broom, a hat..." Okay, so this really has nothing to do with it, except that my life seems to be a mosaic of roles, hobbies, activities, and interests, each of which I wish I could devote more time to, but then I would miss the ones I was neglecting. That's why this blog is so eclectic. Just like me.
I dance…
in the shower, in my kitchen, in my living room (the broom and vacuum cleaner make great mics for my music videos), and in church. "We're not in Kansas anymore..."--or in a Pentecostal church, I can tell. I have never been one of those "let's get out in the aisles and dance" type of people, but I do love to move my feet to the music, even if it's just a little. (It has to be just a little when you are stuck between two pews.) To those more conservative among us, dancing is a form of worship that appears many times in the Bible, something that David made use of extensively, especially in the temple he set up with worshippers on 24-hour shift-work. He himself " danced before the Lord" many times, the most memorable being when the Ark of the Covenant was brought to Jerusalem. However, although the Baptist church we are currently attending has loosened up enough to allow drums on the stage, apparently the congregation hasn't figured out how to respond to them. As I stand there shuffling my feet and bouncing whatever child happens to be on my hip at the moment, I look around and am amazed at the complete lack of emotion and interaction on the faces of the other people. Here we are, worshipping the Creator, the one who made everything, to whom we owe the very breath we breathe--and these people look like they would rather have stayed in bed that morning. I think there are only me and about three other people there that even clap to the music!
There is so much more of God that I have yet to discover, but what I've seen so far is pretty amazing--and He is all about love and joy. If I interacted with my husband and friends the way most people interact with their Creator in church, I would probably be single and friendless. Who wants to hang out with a closed-off bump on a log? Not that everyone should act the same--that's what diversity is all about. But try a little!
I sing…
at any and all opportunities. I think I could sing before I could talk. Many's the time I've been chuckled at for singing while in the bathroom.
I cry…
at the stupidest things. Seriously. Last week, during "rainy season," I watched two movies with my kids that I hadn't seen in a coon's age: "Hook" and " A Little Princess," (the 1995 version, not Shirley Temple's rendition.) I cried in both movies. Like I hadn't seen them both a minimum of 20 times each when I was younger. If I hadn't known better, I'd have thought I was pregnant.
I also cry when I hear stories of neglect, especially of children. I always wish there was more I could do. I wish I could take them into my own home and love them the way they need to be loved. I get angry at people who take advantage of those weaker than them, when they are the ones most in need of protection.
I am not always…
patient. Okay, this is my biggest character flaw. Often, at the end of the day, I'm saying, "I screwed up again today, Lord." I yelled at my kids, or snapped at my husband, or was terse with my friend. I even get impatient with myself! So, I'm glad that I am a " work in progress."
I make with my hands…
Rohini, could we be more opposite, here? ;-)
My friend Christa told me that she heard once that we are all creative beings, because we were made in the image of the Creator. So, sometimes it just takes a little more inspiration for some to tap into that inner creativity than others. And, some people are creative with their hands, and others with their brains.
I'm one of those "with my hands" type creators. Here's the list:
I write…
music. A lot. I have been coming up with songs since I was a young girl. When I went to college, it was to learn more about music, and how it works, and how to write better. If I ever go back to college, it would also be along these lines. (All I have right now is a two-year diploma.) I have been co-writing a musical with my friend Candace since college on the book of Esther. While in some ways it is almost done, in others it has a long way to go before it sees a stage. Sigh. It is my "Mr. Holland's Opus", but I am hoping that it will not take until retirement to see my dream fulfilled. Once all my kids are in school, then maybe I can devote my days to writing, and get it finished at last. Right now, at the end of the day, the last thing I want to do is sit and imagine string and oboe lines in my head and write them down. Too much work.
I also write other songs. Maybe someday I'll get those sold and recorded, too. Don't know if they're good enough for that, though. But I do enjoy writing them.
I confuse…
when to use "who" and "whom" in a sentence. I looked it up the other day, and I'm still confused. The whole thing is confusing.
I need…
to start getting more exercise. Perhaps, now that my kitchen project is going to be done in a few days (knock on wood veneer), I will start going for brisk walks in the evening after the kids are in bed. Too hard to get the heart rate up on my walks with the kids--2 miles per hour isn't really a "stretch", if you know what I mean.
And finally…
This took longer than I thought. But not too bad. And I covered some topics that probably wouldn't have come up otherwise. Very fun. It was like a whole bunch of little mini-posts. Also, since I'm such a talker, not so "mini" as they could have been. For the five people I tag, don't feel obligated to ramble on like I did.
I tag:
Colleen - If you have time and energy after working in your store all day.
Beth - If you have time after all the crazy things that fill up your life! 6 kids, baseball, scrapbooking, summer vacation stuff, work... What do you do with your day, anyway? You have so few things to occupy you! ;-)
Jenn - Curious to see what will come out of this one...
Fence - For an Irish perspective on things. And
Aakanksha - Because I've been missing your posts. Are you on holidays?
Too often have I felt the sting of being "left out." Honestly, I read so many blogs it was hard to narrow down whom (did I use that right?) to tag. So, if you think it would be fun to do this on your own blog, GO AHEAD! I would love to see your version. And remember to tag your own five people afterward, too.
Must go break up a fight now...
Ahem, guess I better put the rest of it under the following headings:
I am thinking about…
whether or not I am going to be able to accomplish painting both coats of both colours on my kitchen pass-through today, plus finish off the white trim, plus take my kids out for a walk so as to not be a totally negligent parent, plus take them to the circus that's in town tonight. I'm also wondering where the missing VeggieTales DVD's--that I discovered have gone AWOL only moments ago--went to.
I said...
"Say it properly, Jude." We have been working with him rather intensely to get him to stop being so lazy with his speech. Many sounds he can say, he's just so in the habit of saying things the way he did when he first started talking. Also, he still has trouble with "s" and "l" sounds. Words he is finally starting to say right: done, Jude, I (he always says "my" instead), any; I know there are more, but I can't think of them right now.
I want to…
"...stand with you on a mountain, bathe with you in the sea..." Ahem. Sorry. I have the Savage Garden song "Truly, Madly, Deeply" stuck in my head. Not sure why, as I haven't heard this in ages, but when Jason and I were "dating" (okay, we never really dated, except for one ill-fated month that was really hard on our friendship, so we "broke up." Long story. One for a different post) it was one of my favourite "our songs".
I wish…
that organic and whole food was not so expensive. That's the problem with eating healthfully--you pay more because you are using less prepackaged garbage and more fresh produce and real meat. And milk. I bet I spend at least $120 a month on milk (from which I make all my own dairy products except butter and cheddar cheese--and I could probably make the butter, too, if I felt so inclined.) Granted, that should be going down in a few months when Jabin starts drinking less formula. Thank goodness. But anyway, I suppose you pay for it in the grocery bill, or pay later in other ways--poor health, prescriptions and lost work time from said poor health, and possibly even an earlier death from cancer or heart disease.
On a related note, I read an article not long ago that said that organic produce availability in the US has officially fallen behind demand, and more and more farmers are switching to farming organically. I'm hoping the good news behind all this is that eventually, when the supply catches up again, the prices will start to drop.
I hear…
Um, one word: Napster. Last Sunday, it occurred to me that I had signed up to get an e-mail when Napster finally had their Canadian site up and running. They never sent me one. (The boogers.) So, I went and checked, and YES they had Napster.ca going. I signed up for the one week free trial. Sadly, due to the fact that DH doesn't think $10 a month so I can glut myself on new music is worth it, I only get to binge until this Sunday. But, oh boy, am I binge-ing. ("Binging" doesn't look right, does it?) Good thing it's not like a food overdose--I'm not going to go into a coma from too many show tunes, am I?
I wonder…
if Noah will ever overcome his penchant for eating books. Yes, you heard me right. He likes to chew on the corners of board books, and chew the spines off other books. It is totally frustrating, because we have so many used-to-be-nice books, that are now dog-eared and ratty, thanks to the two-and-a-half-year-old in our house. I thought he would outgrow it at the end of teething, but apparently he likes the taste of cardboard?
I regret…
that Jason got a vasectomy so soon after Jabin was born. Admittedly, getting him to not do it right after Noah was born was a bit of a chore, so it would have been a hard sell to ask him to consider whether we should have a fourth child. And pregnancies are really hard on me--my right leg is so riddled in varicose veins that it looks like a map of Alberta when I'm pregnant. Quite painful. But babies and children are so much fun, and such blessings, and there is a part of me that says "I could have loved more children--there's lots of love to go around."
I am…
a woman with too many interests. Seriously--if I could just narrow it down to a few, I might be able to get some real progress made with them. But as it is, I've managed to narrow it down to about a dozen. " A little bit of this, a little bit of that, a pot, a pan, a broom, a hat..." Okay, so this really has nothing to do with it, except that my life seems to be a mosaic of roles, hobbies, activities, and interests, each of which I wish I could devote more time to, but then I would miss the ones I was neglecting. That's why this blog is so eclectic. Just like me.
I dance…
in the shower, in my kitchen, in my living room (the broom and vacuum cleaner make great mics for my music videos), and in church. "We're not in Kansas anymore..."--or in a Pentecostal church, I can tell. I have never been one of those "let's get out in the aisles and dance" type of people, but I do love to move my feet to the music, even if it's just a little. (It has to be just a little when you are stuck between two pews.) To those more conservative among us, dancing is a form of worship that appears many times in the Bible, something that David made use of extensively, especially in the temple he set up with worshippers on 24-hour shift-work. He himself " danced before the Lord" many times, the most memorable being when the Ark of the Covenant was brought to Jerusalem. However, although the Baptist church we are currently attending has loosened up enough to allow drums on the stage, apparently the congregation hasn't figured out how to respond to them. As I stand there shuffling my feet and bouncing whatever child happens to be on my hip at the moment, I look around and am amazed at the complete lack of emotion and interaction on the faces of the other people. Here we are, worshipping the Creator, the one who made everything, to whom we owe the very breath we breathe--and these people look like they would rather have stayed in bed that morning. I think there are only me and about three other people there that even clap to the music!
There is so much more of God that I have yet to discover, but what I've seen so far is pretty amazing--and He is all about love and joy. If I interacted with my husband and friends the way most people interact with their Creator in church, I would probably be single and friendless. Who wants to hang out with a closed-off bump on a log? Not that everyone should act the same--that's what diversity is all about. But try a little!
I sing…
at any and all opportunities. I think I could sing before I could talk. Many's the time I've been chuckled at for singing while in the bathroom.
I cry…
at the stupidest things. Seriously. Last week, during "rainy season," I watched two movies with my kids that I hadn't seen in a coon's age: "Hook" and " A Little Princess," (the 1995 version, not Shirley Temple's rendition.) I cried in both movies. Like I hadn't seen them both a minimum of 20 times each when I was younger. If I hadn't known better, I'd have thought I was pregnant.
I also cry when I hear stories of neglect, especially of children. I always wish there was more I could do. I wish I could take them into my own home and love them the way they need to be loved. I get angry at people who take advantage of those weaker than them, when they are the ones most in need of protection.
I am not always…
patient. Okay, this is my biggest character flaw. Often, at the end of the day, I'm saying, "I screwed up again today, Lord." I yelled at my kids, or snapped at my husband, or was terse with my friend. I even get impatient with myself! So, I'm glad that I am a " work in progress."
I make with my hands…
Rohini, could we be more opposite, here? ;-)
My friend Christa told me that she heard once that we are all creative beings, because we were made in the image of the Creator. So, sometimes it just takes a little more inspiration for some to tap into that inner creativity than others. And, some people are creative with their hands, and others with their brains.
I'm one of those "with my hands" type creators. Here's the list:
- scrapbooking
- knitting
- cross-stitching
- cooking
- painting (occasionally)
- sewing
- kids crafts
I write…
music. A lot. I have been coming up with songs since I was a young girl. When I went to college, it was to learn more about music, and how it works, and how to write better. If I ever go back to college, it would also be along these lines. (All I have right now is a two-year diploma.) I have been co-writing a musical with my friend Candace since college on the book of Esther. While in some ways it is almost done, in others it has a long way to go before it sees a stage. Sigh. It is my "Mr. Holland's Opus", but I am hoping that it will not take until retirement to see my dream fulfilled. Once all my kids are in school, then maybe I can devote my days to writing, and get it finished at last. Right now, at the end of the day, the last thing I want to do is sit and imagine string and oboe lines in my head and write them down. Too much work.
I also write other songs. Maybe someday I'll get those sold and recorded, too. Don't know if they're good enough for that, though. But I do enjoy writing them.
I confuse…
when to use "who" and "whom" in a sentence. I looked it up the other day, and I'm still confused. The whole thing is confusing.
I need…
to start getting more exercise. Perhaps, now that my kitchen project is going to be done in a few days (knock on wood veneer), I will start going for brisk walks in the evening after the kids are in bed. Too hard to get the heart rate up on my walks with the kids--2 miles per hour isn't really a "stretch", if you know what I mean.
And finally…
This took longer than I thought. But not too bad. And I covered some topics that probably wouldn't have come up otherwise. Very fun. It was like a whole bunch of little mini-posts. Also, since I'm such a talker, not so "mini" as they could have been. For the five people I tag, don't feel obligated to ramble on like I did.
I tag:
Colleen - If you have time and energy after working in your store all day.
Beth - If you have time after all the crazy things that fill up your life! 6 kids, baseball, scrapbooking, summer vacation stuff, work... What do you do with your day, anyway? You have so few things to occupy you! ;-)
Jenn - Curious to see what will come out of this one...
Fence - For an Irish perspective on things. And
Aakanksha - Because I've been missing your posts. Are you on holidays?
Too often have I felt the sting of being "left out." Honestly, I read so many blogs it was hard to narrow down whom (did I use that right?) to tag. So, if you think it would be fun to do this on your own blog, GO AHEAD! I would love to see your version. And remember to tag your own five people afterward, too.
Must go break up a fight now...