I’ve been beating myself up over not having a book review this past Friday.  Which means, of course, that I’ve missed the point this week.  It was one of those weeks.  I did read 1st Timothy a few times.  And I’m looking forward to jumping right back in for 2nd Timothy.  But I need to remember why I’m doing this–and it’s not to see my name on Shannon’s Mr. Linky (many times, as is sometimes the case!)

Driving perky?

I was driving this morning and happened to pass my husband on the highway.  Very exciting to see your sweetie when you’re not expecting to–even if it is only for that quick second as your vehicles pass each other.   He then called me when I got home, to see if I was okay.  When I asked why he would think that I wasn’t, he replied, “Because you seemed frazzled on the road, you didn’t seem like your usual perky self.” Apparently he’s rather observant! I barely realized it was him in time to wave!

Question:  How is one supposed to appear “perky” while driving down the highway by themselves?  Would you not have the cops pulling you over, because someone had reported a crazy woman on the roads?

Just wondering! :)  And incidentally, I am fine.  I guess I just don’t have the perky driving down yet!

Bathroom Logic

I took Mackenzie to the washroom Sunday morning at church.(It seems like we go a lot–I think it’s more the fun of weaving through all the people in the foyer, and trying to beat Mommy to the washroom door.  Which she does.  But since I don’t want to sit through church with a pee-smelling puddle on my skirt, we go quite often.)

When she sat down this Sunday, she started to fall in , Which she’s done before at home–right in! (Somebody left the toilet seat up, and in she went. Have you ever sat down when the seat is up, without realizing it? Doesn’t that final second after you realize you should be all the way down just seem to go on forever?!!)

  Anyway, I said “Careful Kenzie, you don’t want to fall in.”  And with perfect almost 3 logic, she replied “No, cause if I fell in, and you flushed it……….then you guys just wouldn’t have a little sister anymore.”

Very true, but very unlikely.  I guess she doesn’t know yet that it would not be possible to flush an object that large down the toilet!

Oh, to be 7….

Darian apologized to me yesterday, and I had no idea why. “Because I’ve been so busy, I haven’t had time to work in the puzzle book you gave me for Christmas”, he replied, “I’ll try to get to it soon!”

Oh right.  Too busy.  Too busy loving life, playing with your brother and sister, learning about and playing with a new puppy, planning play times with your friends, spending as much time as possible outside, daydreaming about summer and fishing with Dad, doing homework (okay, so maybe it’s not all good!), learning AWANA verses and learning more about your Creator, playing, playing, playing,  learning at every opportunity (even though you may not realize you are!).

You’re right, my boy, you are busy, and I can see how a simple puzzle book could get pushed to the side. But enjoy this time of “busyness”, because believe me, it flies by much to quickly! 

Introducing….

…..the newest member of our family–Colby the dog.  I may be insane crazy, but the boys have been wanting a pup of their own, and they’ve been saving their money, and we’ve been having numerous talks about responsibility….so now here he is.  He arrived on Saturday, and the house has been a whirl-wind of excitement ever since!  I have to to admit that we’re all quite smitten with him–he’s just so cute!

Is your nose itching?

When I first decided to let everyone who reads this know about trying stop my nail-biting, I thought that knowing people may be looking at my nails would be a good motivator.  Well, let me tell you–it sure is!

I can’t even look at my nails now, let alone let them near my mouth, without thinking of all of you who are checking them.  So if you are one of the ones who checks whenever you see me (you know who you are!), I wonder if your nose is itching a lot?  Cause I’m thinking about you all the time!

Thank you all of you who are keeping me accountable. It may seem like a little thing to you, but trust me, it’s not!

Book Review Friday–Ruth

I didn’t have any “pop-out” moments with Ruth.  Nothing to really make me stop and say “Wow”.  Which has been discouraging me, but then I remembered that I’m still mulling over what really got me last week in 2nd Thessalonians.  So maybe every week doesn’t have to have a pop-out. 

Back to Ruth. 

There are lots of words that you could use to describe Ruth, but the one that comes to mind most for me is faithful. Ruth was faithful. Despite what happened in her life–losing her husband, leaving her home, living with a bitter in law–she remained faithful. And God blessed her. She married Boaz, and she went on to have a very important descendant. She was David’s great-grandmother, and Jesus was a descendant of David!

(1:16&17) Don’t urge me to leave you or turn back from you.  Where you go I will go, and where you stay I will stay.  Your people will be my people and your God my God.  Where you die I will die and there I will be buried.  May the Lord deal with me, be it ever so severely, if anything but death separates you and me.

These verses remind me of another verse.  Phillipians 4:11 For I have learned whatever state I am in, to be content.

Yes, Ruth was faithful.  I want to be faithful.  I want to be a Ruth

I hate doing this!

I have a confession to make.  And other than my husband, I don’t think anyone knows this about me.

Are you sitting on the edge of your seat now in anticipation?

I hate shaving my legs.  And when I say hate, I mean dread, put it off as long as possible, find any excuse not to do it…that kind of hate.  Hate it.

When you see me wearing a skirt, chances are, I’m only shaved up a little past my skirt length–which is usually long.

 There, was it as bad as you were expecting? Don’t get me wrong, it’s not that I never shave.  And usually when I do, I keep it up for a while.  It’s just that eventually, I start putting it off again.

Why do I feel this way?  I have no idea.  I just hate to do it.  (My hubby calls me a woolly mammoth)  And the more I put it off, the worse it is.  When it’s just some stubble, cleaning the tub after is no big deal.  But when it’s woollly mammoth long, well, it leaves an awful mess in the tub, which makes me put it off even longer, and the cycle goes on. 

 Last night, I shaved.  Yay!!!  Hubby always tells me it’s no big deal to him, but we were sitting on the couch, watching TV last night, and he couldn’t keep his hands off .  Hmmmm, maybe I need to re-think the list of things that I hate doing.

So tell me ladies, am I alone in this? I don’t think that I can be the only woman out there who hates to shave. (Except for those who don’t do it!)

So, either let me know that I’m not alone, or tell me what a silly lady I am, to hate something so trivial and simple, and that makes me feel so much better when I finally get around to doing it!

If you happen to be reading this, and you don’t know me, you’re probably going to be thinking that I’m a crazy lady, with my un-shaved legs, and my chewed-off nails! But, really, I’m rather nice (and normal!)

Go ahead, taunt me…

The nail thing isn’t going very well.  I knew from past experience that once one or two go, the rest are sure to follow.  Yes, Jenn and Shannon, even the pinky finger.  But, I’m not giving up.  I’ve already started trying again, and remembering what they looked like when they were starting to grow.  It was so nice to have fingertips that didn’t hurt.   Yup, when you’re a nail biter, 3-4 (sometimes more), of your fingertips hurt all the time.  Of course, you’re so used to it, that you don’t really notice.  But, when you’ve gone for a little while without them hurting, you notice when they start again!

I’m also more aware of when my danger times are–usually evenings, and when I’m not doing anything….which isn’t often!

So, taunt me on Thursday night, if you must, (or whenever you see me) but know that someday, there will be nails where right now there are stubbies!

Just not right now….

I don’t feel like being a Mommy today. There, I said it. And I feel like a terrible person for admitting it (very terrible). I want to be able to curl up in my nice cozy bed, under a pile of blankets, with my aching head, and still-upset stomach. I want to take some gravol, and have a nap. But as you know if you have kids….Mommy laying down means all three kids have to lay down with her (which turns into a pillow-fight). I’m tired of being a referee today, I’m tired of pouring juice, I’m tired of being quick in the loo, because someone absolutely has to go right at this minute.

Have I mentioned yet that I have a birthday party to get ready for tomorrow? Ray and Darian have been sent out with a very specific list as to what to buy. I just couldn’t do it.

It’s not that I don’t love my kids. I do, I really do. And being a Mommy is my absolute favorite job in the world. I love it. It’s just that right now, today, I would love a little peace and quiet.

Soon, very soon, they’ll be heading to bed. Being tired when you’re almost 5 and almost 3 makes trying to be quiet for Mommy even harder. Everything they do quickly turns into a fight.

Bedtime…it’s quickly approaching! And then, off to bed for me, and hopefully waking up tomorrow feeling fresh and ready to tackle whatever comes my way again. (And probably feeling terrible for admitting to anyone who happens to read it, that right now, at this moment in time, being a Mommy is not my all-time favorite thing to be)