I'm not sure how many people come by here, but I want two entries to win THE MOST ADORABLE BAG ON THE PLANET, so I'm linking to her.
Go and stick your own entry in. You have just today. And it's 8pm where she is right now. So get a wriggle on!
Sunday, June 29, 2008
Friday, June 27, 2008
Family Fun Night
Troy turned 8 yesterday. Wow.
We went ten pin bowling, and I wish we owned a camera. It was hillarious. Drew and Bethany's balls were so agonisingly slow down the lane, because basically, they put it on the ground and pushed. Watching their pins fall, as my brother Rob put it, was like watching an octogenerian lay down from standing up. Funniest thing about it was that they ended up with pretty good scores.
Troy managed to bowl a strike. Man, that kid knows how to celebrate. I think the professional bowlers (talk about making you feel lame) in the lane next to us thought it was pretty cool too.
We'll definately do it again. It was a fairly expensive little outing, $50 for three kids and three adults, but I think judging by the lights in the kids eyes, we'll have to afford it more often. I asked Rob who he thought was having the most fun, the kids, or the adults watching the kids. We couldn't quite decide.
Highlights included:
Troy throwing the ball behind him
Me falling over
Rob managing to get a gutter ball with the bumpers up
The look of pride in Drews face when he got a spare when he only had one pin to hit
The way Bethany would jump up and down as her ball slooooowly made it's way down the lane
Adam's 3 strikes and 4 spares (he's so chuffed)
Eli laughing and giggling the whole time
Amy trying to stand up, but was standing on her dress, so she headbutted the floor three times.
You so wish you were there.
We went ten pin bowling, and I wish we owned a camera. It was hillarious. Drew and Bethany's balls were so agonisingly slow down the lane, because basically, they put it on the ground and pushed. Watching their pins fall, as my brother Rob put it, was like watching an octogenerian lay down from standing up. Funniest thing about it was that they ended up with pretty good scores.
Troy managed to bowl a strike. Man, that kid knows how to celebrate. I think the professional bowlers (talk about making you feel lame) in the lane next to us thought it was pretty cool too.
We'll definately do it again. It was a fairly expensive little outing, $50 for three kids and three adults, but I think judging by the lights in the kids eyes, we'll have to afford it more often. I asked Rob who he thought was having the most fun, the kids, or the adults watching the kids. We couldn't quite decide.
Highlights included:
Troy throwing the ball behind him
Me falling over
Rob managing to get a gutter ball with the bumpers up
The look of pride in Drews face when he got a spare when he only had one pin to hit
The way Bethany would jump up and down as her ball slooooowly made it's way down the lane
Adam's 3 strikes and 4 spares (he's so chuffed)
Eli laughing and giggling the whole time
Amy trying to stand up, but was standing on her dress, so she headbutted the floor three times.
You so wish you were there.
Thursday, June 26, 2008
Works For Me Wednesday (1st edition)
Ok, so it's actually Thursday here, but I have to wait for the rest of the world to the west to catch up.
This isn't very revolutionary, but my brain is fried, and it's all I can think of.
I mentioned that we are moving. I did not mention how much I loathe doing laundry. Especially on top of packing and painting and cleaning. So, I spent one day doing all the laundry, and then packed everything into suitcases and boxes, leaving everyone with about three outfits each for the last two weeks, including church clothes. (I should add it's semester break here, so they don't have to go to school.) Saves me having to stay on top of the laundry as well as everything else. Works for Me!
This isn't very revolutionary, but my brain is fried, and it's all I can think of.
I mentioned that we are moving. I did not mention how much I loathe doing laundry. Especially on top of packing and painting and cleaning. So, I spent one day doing all the laundry, and then packed everything into suitcases and boxes, leaving everyone with about three outfits each for the last two weeks, including church clothes. (I should add it's semester break here, so they don't have to go to school.) Saves me having to stay on top of the laundry as well as everything else. Works for Me!
Tuesday, June 24, 2008
Once Upon a Time
There was a couple of kids who fell in love. They got married. They had kids.
Lots of kids. Well, not lots as in Duggar lots, but 5 is considered 'gluttony for punishment' by most people who ask the loaded question.
In four more sleeps, this family of seven is moving. We've been in this house for 4 years now, and so we have amassed some considerable... stuff. I thought about keeping a running total on how many bags of stuff was given to the opportunity shop, and how many garbage bags were added to the landfill, but I gave up. Needless to say, we have entirely restocked a Red Cross Shop, just about, and added at least a million years to the decomposition process.
Oh yes. I have been harsh.
I've had to be. In an effort to cut down on costs (because we like to eat, it's a bad habit, I know), and also to help my mother out, because she's going to the UK for 2 years, we are moving our boisterous children out of a house that is starting to feel a little snug into a cottage half the size. And no backyard
*Pause for dramatic effect*
Wait... what's that sound? Oh, that's me in the corner, sucking my thumb and whimpering.
The good thing about mum's place is that it comes with oodles and oodles of built in closets, which is always a plus. The house we are in now has tiny wardrobes in the bedrooms and that is it. No linen cupboard, nadda. However, mums little abode has a kitchen with no pantry and only the under counter cupboards. But there are shelves on the wall, so all is not lost. Although Lilliput did call, they want their kitchen back.
It also gives me an excuse to purchase the buffet hutch I've had my eye on for about 6 moths. And baskets to keep all my food in on the shelves in an effort to keep the kids out of it long enough to actually cook with it.
Back on topic, we've been packing, or attempting to pack, for the last two months. After putting most of the stuff we are keeping into boxes, and then piling it all against the big wall in the lounge room, we're actually wondering why our house was always so messy... there really isn't that much stuff. Either a) all our stuff was on the floor at the same time, b) I've purged 25% of our house or c) I am a MEAN pack rat.
I'm thinking it's d) a combination of all of the above.
I'm on the home stretch now. All that's left are piles of miscellaneous things that we're keeping, but either don't have a category, or there's not enough of it to warrant it's own box. I'm loath to make a Miscellaneous Box, as in my experience (and I am very experienced at moving) misc. boxes are the ones that never get completely put away, but rather rummaged through from time to time, making a mess, until you are 11 years into a relationship and marriage *ahem* and you have stuff that you can't remember why you even remotely thought it was worthwhile keeping, let alone carting from one end of the country to another,
And no... hubby is not in that box.
Lots of kids. Well, not lots as in Duggar lots, but 5 is considered 'gluttony for punishment' by most people who ask the loaded question.
In four more sleeps, this family of seven is moving. We've been in this house for 4 years now, and so we have amassed some considerable... stuff. I thought about keeping a running total on how many bags of stuff was given to the opportunity shop, and how many garbage bags were added to the landfill, but I gave up. Needless to say, we have entirely restocked a Red Cross Shop, just about, and added at least a million years to the decomposition process.
Oh yes. I have been harsh.
I've had to be. In an effort to cut down on costs (because we like to eat, it's a bad habit, I know), and also to help my mother out, because she's going to the UK for 2 years, we are moving our boisterous children out of a house that is starting to feel a little snug into a cottage half the size. And no backyard
*Pause for dramatic effect*
Wait... what's that sound? Oh, that's me in the corner, sucking my thumb and whimpering.
The good thing about mum's place is that it comes with oodles and oodles of built in closets, which is always a plus. The house we are in now has tiny wardrobes in the bedrooms and that is it. No linen cupboard, nadda. However, mums little abode has a kitchen with no pantry and only the under counter cupboards. But there are shelves on the wall, so all is not lost. Although Lilliput did call, they want their kitchen back.
It also gives me an excuse to purchase the buffet hutch I've had my eye on for about 6 moths. And baskets to keep all my food in on the shelves in an effort to keep the kids out of it long enough to actually cook with it.
Back on topic, we've been packing, or attempting to pack, for the last two months. After putting most of the stuff we are keeping into boxes, and then piling it all against the big wall in the lounge room, we're actually wondering why our house was always so messy... there really isn't that much stuff. Either a) all our stuff was on the floor at the same time, b) I've purged 25% of our house or c) I am a MEAN pack rat.
I'm thinking it's d) a combination of all of the above.
I'm on the home stretch now. All that's left are piles of miscellaneous things that we're keeping, but either don't have a category, or there's not enough of it to warrant it's own box. I'm loath to make a Miscellaneous Box, as in my experience (and I am very experienced at moving) misc. boxes are the ones that never get completely put away, but rather rummaged through from time to time, making a mess, until you are 11 years into a relationship and marriage *ahem* and you have stuff that you can't remember why you even remotely thought it was worthwhile keeping, let alone carting from one end of the country to another,
And no... hubby is not in that box.
Monday, June 23, 2008
To the Furniture People who left that comment on Angie's Blog
Just so you know, you posted a comment about baby cots and the like on the blog of a woman who lost her baby daughter at birth 10 weeks ago.
You may want to go and apologise. I'm sure it made her cry.
Next time, please check the content of a blog with the picture of a baby on it before posting to avoid unintentional heartache.
Thankyou.
You may want to go and apologise. I'm sure it made her cry.
Next time, please check the content of a blog with the picture of a baby on it before posting to avoid unintentional heartache.
Thankyou.
Friday, June 20, 2008
1 Peter 3:3-6
Hey God.
Hey Jen.
How's things.
Fine... What is it?
How'd You know?
I know everything
Yeah... read that. Don't You do small talk?
That would be evading the issue.
Is it really that obvious?
You've been doing it for the last 28 years; there are tell-tale signs
I've been pondering something.
Yes, I know
About what Peter said about true beauty?
I like that passage. My daughters should heed it more
You know the gentle and quiet spirit part?
Yes
I don't have one
No, you don't
I want one
Really?
You know I do. But You did not give me one up front
No, I didn't
You could have
That is true
But You didn't
No, I didn't
Why not?
So you could cultivate it
Why can't you just give it to me? You could You know.
But then what would you learn?
It also would have been a lot easier if true beauty did come from pretty hair, jewelery and fine clothes
But then what would your worth be?
But it's the desire of my heart! You said You give us those
Even your desires must come with a lesson, dear heart. I do not give gifts that are less than perfect for you
Why is this what you find of great worth?
I like Myself to be easily found. Where the gentle spirit is, there I am. Where there is quiet, I can speak. Outside adornments are loud, and I cannot be heard over them.
It's not exactly glamorous though, nor obviously beautiful
For whom else but Me do you need to be beautiful?
Gentle and Quiet aren't the norm, You know
I don't ask you to be of the world
Yeah, about that... I don't want to be a doormat. The world says quiet and gentle get walked over and have no voice
Sarah had a voice. You are her daughter. I do not ask you to do things that are impossible with Me
But it's hard!
I will help You. All you need to do is ask
I'm thinking asking for a gentle and quiet spirit is a dangerous thing to do. It's in the same category as Why I Don't Pray for Patience.
Then you will not grow. I cannot use someone unwilling
It's not that I'm unwilling, Lord.
Then what would you call it?
... Lazy. Cultivating that spirit requires me to pay attention and watch myself. Watch my tongue.
Stubborn. I want to be right all the time. A gentle and quiet spirit does not argue the point.
Disobedient. You have asked this of me. I am choosing to say no.
Lord?
Yes?
I'm sorry. I have not cultivated that which You find great in worth. Please, forgive me
It is already done.
Lord?
Hmmm?
That spirit was in there form the beginning, wasn't it? That's why I want it to be better.
Yes, daughter Mine. You are truly beautiful to me, and you will only grow more so.
You're so clever. Will I ever make it?
I started a good work in you. It will be completed. You will grow and mature and nurture that spirit. You will be a beacon to young women who desire My Love. They will want what you have. They will see that you are who I called you to Be without fear or anxiousness. They will see My face in your gentleness. They will hear My voice in your quiet. You will be Sarah; a spiritual mother to many... encouraging them in their beauty.
Lord, I have so far to go before then
It will be done on time
I fear I will disappoint You
All you need do is start
I should get a wriggle on
You have taken the first vital steps
You'll come with?
Always
Your beauty should not come from outward adornment, such as braided hair and the wearing of gold jewelry and fine clothes. Instead, it should be that of your inner self, the unfading beauty of a gentle and quiet spirit, which is of great worth in God's sight. For this is the way the holy women of the past who put their hope in God used to make themselves beautiful. They were submissive to their own husbands, like Sarah, who obeyed Abraham and called him her master. You are her daughters if you do what is right and do not give way to fear.
What to do, what to do...
I'm thinking blogsphere needs another mummy-blog like it needs a hole in the head, but truly, it's about the only thing I'm qualified to write about.
However, after pondering, I think the things this blog wants to write are my thoughts on God, and where He is leading me, being a wife, being a mother, beng a child of the King, life, my walk as I seek to better myself in certain areas, and a bucket full of laughs, coz, gosh my kids are funny.
Hope you stick around. Life is a party that never quits in this house.
However, after pondering, I think the things this blog wants to write are my thoughts on God, and where He is leading me, being a wife, being a mother, beng a child of the King, life, my walk as I seek to better myself in certain areas, and a bucket full of laughs, coz, gosh my kids are funny.
Hope you stick around. Life is a party that never quits in this house.
Tuesday, June 17, 2008
It's my first time
So be gentle with me.
I've been posting on Xanga for so long, it's taking a little getting used to around these parts. (Can you see those spanner&wrench icons, and that pencil, or is it just me?) I still, for the moment, post there the most. I made this site as more and more people are needing to put sign in requirements for commenting. (Which I completely understand.)
I'm not sure what will come of this site. But for now, it's here, getting comfy and deciding what to do. I couldn't stand for it to be sad and lonely without pictures and a welcome message, with only a "go here" post, so I had to dress it up a little.
If you would like to come and say hi- and I would love you too!- This is where I am at home.
I've been posting on Xanga for so long, it's taking a little getting used to around these parts. (Can you see those spanner&wrench icons, and that pencil, or is it just me?) I still, for the moment, post there the most. I made this site as more and more people are needing to put sign in requirements for commenting. (Which I completely understand.)
I'm not sure what will come of this site. But for now, it's here, getting comfy and deciding what to do. I couldn't stand for it to be sad and lonely without pictures and a welcome message, with only a "go here" post, so I had to dress it up a little.
If you would like to come and say hi- and I would love you too!- This is where I am at home.
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