tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-105325262012-02-16T02:42:55.994-06:00A smattering of random thoughts that I have decided to put out there for all to read. Because a diary just isn't public enoughNorm Deplumehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11682712188657600186noreply@blogger.comBlogger561100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10532526.post-49579836042593805322010-06-12T07:41:00.001-05:002010-06-12T07:41:27.792-05:00

This is funny. Source: The Sacred Sandwich - Illustrated Journal for Small-Town Christians in the Big Bad World

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Our daughter attended Vacation Bible School at my sister's church this week.  It was a camping theme and she had a great time.  She played with friends, decorated a canvas backpack (apparently it's a "Bible bag"), received some McDonald's coupons,  learned some songs and dances. She liked the songs so much that she convinced me to give her $5 to buy the CD-Rom with the songs and bonus computer

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A couple of weeks ago, there was something that I didn't want to do. I knew in my head and my heart that I should, that it was the right thing to do, but I just didn't feel like committing the time or the energy to it. At this moment, I don't even recall specifically what it was. But the feeling of a whiny "I can't do that because of ___ and ___ and ___" is very clear. The resulting feeling was

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I'm not in any doubt that there is a God of some sort keeping the Earth turning on its axis (also keeping the galaxies from bumping into each other, etc). I know that we can find strength and guidance and comfort by tapping into that force/power/God. I know that following the life of Jesus is a better way for us to live than pining for  wealth, power, beauty or fame. But I don't believe much the

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For any of you arriving here from Jo's Lifewithheathens, I did the meme on my other blog, Homework. For those of you arriving here from any other path, you probably don't care about the meme. But please still do come and visit. I love company. I do most all my writing over there these days anyway. I kept trying to keep the personal stuff and the crafty & house stuff separate, and I kept getting

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The pot roast was very good. I will recommend that particular recipe to anyone. And my fingers are healing nicely. The thumb is the only one still bothering me, and that's jsut because the skin on it now resembles old dried out leather, catching on anything I touch. It could have been much worse.

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My apologies to The Smiths for that. But I burned some fingers today, and the pain is really indescribable. I was busy making pot roast for dinner, and fuming about my recent phone call to Verizon's Customer "Service" department (I'll save you the details, because I know most of you have been through that). I had just completed the initial cooking of the roast at 450 degrees, poured the gravy

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Yesterday, I looked out the window and saw a robin hopping through the back yard. I called the kids to the window, and we had a fun time watching him root around for something good. After a few minutes he flew away.Fast forward to this morning. We were eating breakfast and Nigel pointed out into the yard and exclaimed, "Robin bird!" I looked out, saw a starling, and told him that he saw a bird,

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I bought a couple of seed packets the other day, and the sky retaliated. The clouds spat upon me with frozen rain. And it remains cold and windy and dreary. Even the cardinals have stopped their chirping. The next 5 days' forecasts look the same. In like a lion, alright.My fingers are cold. But I refuse to turn up the heat. If I went and washed the dishes, they'd be plenty warm. But where's the

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The meme: (With thanks to Elise )1. grab the nearest book.2. open the book to page 23.3. find the fifth sentence.4. post the text of the next three sentences on your blog along with these instructions.5. don't you dare dig for that "cool" or "intellectual" book in your closet! i know you were thinking about it! just pick up whatever is closest."At the intermediate level of homebrewing, there are

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There is still a lot of snow on the ground, although it is now surrounded by slush and puddles. It will be over 40 degrees again today. By this evening, I expect to see grass poking through the snow in my yard. The sun is shining. But the best part? I can hear birds singing in the tree outside my family room window. If I hadn't crawled out of bed early while the kids slept, I would have missed it

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Since the inception of this blog, I've been using Statcounter to check how many people come to visit. (In case you are wondering, the answer is not many.) But I've recently found the handy dandy little feature that allows me to look at what you typed in the search box that landed you here. And sometimes, it's kinda funny.A few months ago, someone found this puny entry whining about a sore

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I'm feeling very whiny today. I hate Mondays. After a lovely weekend of having my husband home to keep the children from tearing down the house while I try to do anything, Monday leaves me here alone with them. And the unwashed dishes. And the rest of the laundry. I got a phone call that lasted all of two minutes, until I heard my daughter holler, "Mommm, Nige is coloring on the floor!" But the

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I must first apologize for the tardiness of this post. It's been rattling around in my head for weeks, but between the Holidays and my penchant for procrastination, I'm just now getting around to writing it out. And yet, it is still not well-written.The history: A couple of years ago I stumbled upon a page that showed some Weight Watchers Recipe Cards from 1974. They are scary. Very scary. And

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A couple is coming over for dinner tonight. It is the best option, since they have a baby, and we have two kids as well. But the house is such a mess. And I forgot to write this dinner down in my calendar, so I didn't really know about it until Wednesday night. Argh. Yesterday I managed to un-bury my desk, and clean the leftover decorations off the dining room table. But today I need to make the

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My poor little guy has bad teeth. To be honest, it's only 4 of them that are bad. They have varying amounts of enamel missing. They are probably decayed. (I only say 'probably' in hopes that denial actually works.) We are heading to the dentist today. It's going to be horrible. He's only 2, and there is no way I can make him understand that the guy in the mask in the room with the x-ray is going

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For anyone keeping track, my body has now been host to 3 unique viruses in the last 2 weeks. Overnight I came down with my kids' cold. And it's not even full-fledged flu season yet. oy.

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I know no one but me really reads this, but it's a good reminder for me. I *think* we're all on the downhill side of a week of illnesses. Last week, I had a sinus'thing' and a stiff neck. It really hurt. I got over that on Friday, but then came down with the pukies on Saturday afternoon. I hate pukies. yuck. Sunday morning, both my kids wake up with colds. I am indeed counting my blessings that a

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It's boring on the shampoo bottle, and boring in life, too. As a non-outside-of-the-home mom, I do a lot of lathering, rinsing, and of course repeating. I just spent an hour preparing, then scrubbing and mopping the kitchen floor. It is all clean at this very minute. Once it dries, I'll move the table and chairs back in there, and commence re-dirtfying the floor. By 6pm, it will have a whole new

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The stupid abbreviations. Maybe they wouldn't anger me so much if I ever used text messaging on my phone. No, I think that the excessive abbreviations are evil and are tearing apart the fabric of America. Sorry for the hyperbole there. Really, I think the abbreviations are fine on cell phones, but serve no purpose except to appease lazy fingers. And if you are a real internet addict, you should

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My throat hurts. Well, the left side of it, at least. Am I the only person on the planet who routinely gets a unilateral sore throat? Both of my ears are plugged, however. The hubby is home sick today, too. Nora is delighted about that. She only sees the fact that she gets to watch Scooby Doo's Pirate Adventure with him. She sure is a daddy's girl.

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The other day I was walking to work (only about a 10 minute jaunt through my little burg). It was one of those fall rainy days, and I spent the first half of the walk kicking myself for not having driven the car. It was windy and wet and not really fit for humans to be out. About halfway there, I crossed the street and headed up past a local insurance agent's brand new building. I had seen the

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It's cold here now. I think the heat is on for good. *sigh* A couple of weeks and the trees will have no leaves (many of them will be lodged in my gutters), and the short sleeves will be packed away for 6 months. We have the furnace company coming out on Tuesday to give her the old once-over. I wonder if they can get the Yosemite Sam figure out of the heater pipe. My daughter was pretty sad when

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I'm cursed with a complex, I think. Im absolutely convinced that my life is too boring to blg about. But I also feel like I should keep this just in case something interesting happens. Nigel had his second birthday last week. Nora is now too tall for last year's jeans. DH's new job is going well. And he even packs his own lunches. (woo hoo!)Me? I'm just sitting here with Nigel and his cold,

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I'm not a huge fan of winter, but fall sure is nice. We've had the windows open and the air conditioning off for a week now, and today my husband and daughter picked the first pumpkin. She helped start the seed in April, and then helped put them in the ground in May. After checking on it several times a week for a few months, she got to pick a pumpkin. She is so proud of it. Of course I jumped

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One thing I did not forsee when my husband left the restaurant industry was that he would need to begin taking a lunch to work with him. That means that we need to have food for him to take. Now this represents a problem in two ways. One, we need to remember to get the lunch prepared the night before. Second, I now need to make enough food for dinner that there are leftovers for him to take. The

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My husband, after many months of searching, finally found a new job that is not in restaurant management. He started today, managing a warehouse crew. I'm sure he'll be super at it, although he's a bit worried. He's "not already an expert" at this, and that is new territory for him. He'll be done in about 3 hours. I cannot wait to find out how it went.

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I have been a part of a couple of internet comunities since late 2002, when my daugher was a wee babe. I've gotten to "know" several women very well in that time. Some of them, just for fun, and some of them because of hard times. In particular, last year, one acquaintance was reeling from some pretty horrible medical news. She had recently found out that she had a genetic predisposition to

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While I've been indoors during the heat wave, my veggie garden has been busy. Unfortunately so have the weeds. BUT, I have some tomatoes, and yummy peppers to show for it all. There are teeny jalapenos out there too, not yet ready for picking. And with a little luck, Nora and Nigel will have home-grown jack-o-lanterns this year. Next year, I hope to have a much larger garden. If I get really

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After we got back from vacation, the nasty stomach flu made ts way through our humble home. Once we all felt better, it was hot that no sane human would go outside. Unless there was free food involved, of course. So finally, FINALLY, everyone is healthy and it is only 76 degrees out. It's supposed to rain again this afternoon, though, so I better get some clothes on the kids and go for that walk

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The house is too stressful. So we're heading off to the lake to boat and swim. I hope to get some good pictures!

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I went down to do some laundry after dinner, and came back up a few minutes later to see Nigel smearing Nora's glue on construction paper. His hands are a mess. But I remember deliberately smearing Elmers glue on my hands when in elementary school, just so I could dry it and peel it off. So no harm done, right?Wrong.It is in his hair. He's got a very punk rock 'do now. But it was nearly bedtime,

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Because he's quite the escape artist. I was out of the house for a couple of hours this morning, and my husband was at home with the kids. Now, our boy Nigel (22 months old) is quite a handful. He's a really fun kid, but he can also scale any wall ond open any door. So we've got baby gates and door locks all over the place. (It's like running the 25-meter hurdles to answer the phone, not to

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After all the dirt and grime from yesterday's carpet adventures, I'm not in the mood to work on that room any more today. Unfortunately, I really don't have a choice. I cannot let that grimy floor exist in this house any more. First, there's the odious task of trying various cleaners to figure out which one will do the most cleaning with the least amount of effort. Then, the actual cleaning of

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I just spent the last couple of hours pulling up old carpet. It was gross under there. I will never *ever* put carpet in my house again. Area rugs? Sure. But if I cannot lift it up every month or two to sweep under there, it won't be in my house. no way.Now for a late lnch, then on to pulling the hundreds of staples out of the pine floor.

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We live in an old house. Thanks to some record-keeping snafus down at the county courthouse, we are not exactly sure how old. The best we can tell, it was built around 1900, then there was a pretty substantial remodel done in the 1930's (or early 40's). When we moved in to this house last November, we thought the "family room" was a later addition, and didn't have the same wood floors as in the

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I really want to keep this thing going, but my brain has turned to mush. I'll meditate on possible blog topics whilst washing dishes and folding laundry. I am sure that my housekeeping tasks will feed my creative side, and a new thought-provoking post will emerge. Check back tomorrow, kids!

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My Personal Dna Report Benevolent LeaderConfidence 92Openness 72Extroversion 72Empathy 48Trust in others 76Agency 56Masculinity 22Femininity 64Spontaneity 62Attention to style 52Authoritarianism 52Earthy/Imaginative 84Aesthetic/Functional 32

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I am so discouraged. It feels like we are never going to get past this cold late-winter weather. I made the mistake of looking at the forecast for the next two weeks, and it doesn't look like it is going to get warmer any time soon. This has me in such a funk.Coupled with the fact that all four in ourfamily have colds, to varying degrees, I am really struggling to maintain my composure. Nigel and

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I don't normally blog about fashion. BUT, Charlize Theron's hairdo (I am not even giong to critique the dress) at the Oscars last night looked like she might have stolen it from Marion Mercer in 1981's TV hit It's a Living. D'ya think her stylist went to the hair people and said, "Hey, here's a thought -- Let's make one of the prettiest women in Hollywood look like a 55-year-old lady." But then

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It's 8:15, I've eaten, had a cup of coffee (another will be had when I am finished with this post), and I don't want to be me today. I want to take a really long shower. I want to "do" my hair. I want to paint my fingernails. And then go buy a pair of shoes. Or a new top. But that isn't me.That, however, was me 4 years ago. But then I gave birth to my precious daughter. Nora is absolutely the

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I have no divine inspiration, but I really want to start being more consistent with this blogging deal. So I am posting in spite of my lack of inspiration. The boy is napping, and the girl is running around in shorts and a t-shirt. My teeth chatter just looking at her, but she insists that she isn't cold. She's nearly 4 -- I should trust that she'll add clothes when she feels a chill. And now the

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I just want to put that out there, and start owning it. So many of my friends Home School, and as wonderful as it is, I am just not equipped for it. We moved to a small town with good public schools, and my kids are going there when it comes time. I know they'd probably get a better edumikation from me. I know that they won't be exposed to untoward influences if they are at home with me. I know

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I cannot believe it has been over four months since we decided to put our house on the market, to move to a smaller town. We had planned on doing a little work to the house, getting it extra clean, then putting a sign in the yard on May 1st. It is now September 10, and still no sign. How easy it is to forget that cleaning and updating a house with children in it is akin to nailing jello to a wall

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I do. And I did this morning. it doesn't help that it is gloomy outside today. And it's going to be hot again this afternoon anyway. But my mood won't keep me from needing to shower, get the kids dressed, go to several stores, and then still manage to work on the basement some more. And it's all so hard with the kids. If Nigel doesn't cry when I walk away, then Nora makes sure that he's crying by

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Healthy Egad! You're 29% sociopathic! Good job! You're within the normal range for the typical human being.As far as sociopathy goes, at least. You might still be clinicallydepressed, schizophrenic, borderline, obsessive-compulsive or haveAIDS. I didn't make tests for those, though.I should mention now that this test is inherently flawed, due tothe fact

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What kind of pirate am I? You decide!You can also view a breakdown of results or put one of these on your own page!Brought to you by Rum and Monkey

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We're attempting to get our house up for sale so we can move somewhere a little quieter and more family-friendly. I have watched all the "get top dollar for your house" shows, and they usually raise the homes' values by several thousand dollars, with a little paint, some imagination and a weekend. This should be easy, right?Wrong.First of all, I have two small children. Anyone who has small

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Why on earth does my husband rearrange the dishes in the dishwasher? I may not be a dishwasher "expert" like he is, but I have put the dishes in there like I want them. There is a method to my madness. And even if there weren't, the man works 60 hours a week -- he doesn't really have the time to worry about than where I put the dirty bowls.That is all.

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You Are 40% Normal(Somewhat Normal)While some of your behavior is quite normal...Other things you do are downright strangeYou've got a little of your freak going onBut you mostly keep your weirdness to yourselfHow Normal Are You?

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In my next life, I hope I am wealthy enough to hire someone to do all my grocery shopping for me. I've been buying groceries for over 10 years now, and I am still no good at it. First, I forget to write things on the list when I use them up. Oh sure, I think to myself, "Robin, you just used the last of the butter; you should put that on the list." Do I? No. I eat my toast, then get involved with

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Today I heard another mama telling me about how her child can spell her own name. I hear it a lot: a 24-month-old who can count to 25, a three-year-old who reads books. I'm happy for them, I really am. But I also wonder why my kids aren't geniuses? Every time I hear another "smart kid" story, I feel a twinge that is something between envy and guilt. I'm a pretty smart cookie, if I do say so

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We celebrated Nora's birthday this week, so much of it was spent shopping and cleaning for the party. Not much time to write.But I promise to come up with some witty thoughts soon.

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So apparently, we are all supposed to start working out today, so that we'll be in shape for bikini season. Somehow I think that this deadline will come and go with nary a situp from me. I wonder what the deadline is if I choose to go with a one-piece swimsuit this summer instead... I awoke this morning, well before daylight, the entire family huddled under the blankets in our bed. I thought "

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My very first entry. And I'm stumped. I cannot believe I already have writer's block, although I think one needs to have succesfully written something before true writers block can set in. I'll try again later after lunch. -R

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