Well, She Never! #1

You ever hear older folks exclaim, "Well I never!" when they are shocked by certain behaviors?

Regarding my son and his older sister I shout a resounding, "Well SHE never!"

Over the years I have found myself saying this many times. Will tries all sorts of things Trinity would never try. He gets into more mischief, he is more vocal, and recently, well recently he caught me off guard.

Mark was in the garage cleaning out Lucinda while I was loading sheets into the washing machine. Will walks up and says, "There's a brown thing with a hole in it in here."

"What brown thing?" I ask.

"I don't know," he replied.

"A brown thing in where?" I ask.

"Here," he says and points to his nose.

Well, she never ... so this was a first for me. I opened the garage door and told Mark I needed his help with Will. I went to get tweezers and met Mark coming in as I was headed back to Will. I began envisioning a long wait in the ER and started plotting to find a weekend emergency clinic. Thoughts of the item, which I was now thinking was a plastic bead, entering a sinus cavity and needing emergency surgery were running through my head.

So there we stood; I with my tweezers and Mark with a suction bulb (the one we brought home from the hospital with William). Finally I worked up enough nerve and pulled the object of concern out. As it turned out it was about a half inch long, much to my surprise. It was a little plastic sleeve that covers up the little pins that hold shelves in place on cheaper furniture. What on earth?

I was on the verge of tears during the brief ordeal but also found myself giggling and shaking my head. What else can you do? Will keeps life interesting. He challenges me almost every day, but I'm determined to raise a momma's boy. He really is my mini angel man.

Random Thoughts and Reports

Random Item #1 -

Ridgway State Park was beautiful and Clyde served us well. We spent Father's Day weekend there and enjoyed every minute. To the right you'll find a picture of our campsite there. To the lower left you'll find a picture of Will enjoying his trike with God's glory rising high behind him.

Random Item #2 -

Here’s the Memo
For a good twenty years now, quite possibly longer, it has been considered quite uncool to wear black socks or even dark socks with shorts and sneakers. I thought it was common knowledge but recently I’ve noticed men of all ages trying to pull off this look. So guys, if there isn’t a woman in your life at all or if there isn’t one who loves you enough to keep you from leaving the house this way, consider this my mission of mercy. It’s your memo … your 4-1-1. Don’t commit this assault on fashion any longer.

Random Item #3 -

I'm a Democrat. People who've known me for years may not know that. Now you do. Forward your garbage about Barack Obama to someone else. Those of you who persist in calling him Osama ... something is really wrong with you. He is not a Muslim. He did not refuse to say the Pledge of Allegiance nor refuse to put his hand over his heart for it. Here's a little gem of wisdom for you schmucks who keep forwarding everything that lands in your inbox: JUST BECAUSE YOU READ SOMETHING IN AN EMAIL DOESN'T MEAN IT IS TRUE. Shocking I know.

Random Item #4 -

People keep saying to me that we can't just pull out of the war in the Middle East. When you ask them why they say, "We just can't." Stupidity abounds.

Random Item #5 -

My back hurts. Badly.

Random Item #6 -

I've been checking out Northern Exposure episodes from our library. It is an interesting show. I love the Alaskan setting. Gets a little goofy but it passes the time.

Random Item #7 -

It is okay for women to want to have fun and fellowship at a Ladies' Retreat. It is not just about the spiritual food or simply connecting with God. He is glorified through our connecting to each other and most normal human beings crave such connections.

Random Item #8 -

I really enjoy reading Christian novels that take place in the Amish community. I wish I could be a pen pal with an Amish woman my age.

Random Item #9 -

Those of you who harbor racist thoughts but think you aren't teaching your kids racism, or perhaps you know you are teaching them to be racists and are even a little proud of it, this is for you: (but you won't get it)

You've got to be taught to hate and fear

You've got to be taught from year to year

It's got to be drummed in your dear little ear

You've got to be carefully taught.

You've got to be taught to be afraid

Of people whose eyes are oddly made

and people whose skin is a different shade

You've got to be carefully taught.

You've got to be taught before it's too late

before you are six or seven or eight

To hate all the people your relatives hate

You've got to be carefully taught.

--From the musical, South Pacific

Just a bunch of things that have been on my mind and in some cases bothering me lately. Probably enough for now.

Piercing Moment

I got Trinity's ears pierced when she was one year old. She cried for a milli-second and then it was over. She enjoyed earrings until she was at least 4 but then went for a significant amount of time without wearing any. Well, they closed up. Some think that is impossible but I assure you it isn't.

See, her mommy got her ears pierced when she was in 8th grade. It took three trips to the mall before I finally worked up enough courage. I think the time I went through with it I was with my Aunt Ileene. Anyway, after wearing earrings for over 15 years, mine closed up too when I went for a long time without wearing earrings.

I've been wanting to go get them pierced for a year or two now but I was waiting on Trinity so I could use it as an incentive for her. We could get them done together. Finally last week she was ready.

Tuesday, July 1, 2008, Trinity gets her ears pierced at Claire's. She was stunned and teared up after the first one so I lit a fire under the girl doing the piercing and she quickly got the second one in. Then, Trinity's mommy got her ears pierced too. Have your 7 year old watch you. You can't react at all. It wasn't bad. Weird sensation.

So, we're styling in our new ear lobe bling. Happy happy.

Hair Caddy Camping

Currently packing for the big CO. Springs trip. I had a funny thought about our last camping trip I wanted to share. I needed a little break so this is good.

So we get to Ridgway a few weeks ago and we're unloading things from the camper (from here out to be known as Clyde) and Mark comes across Trini's hair caddy. He looks at me funny and insinuates it is strange to bring a hair caddy on a camping trip. I clued him in as to the details of keeping a little girls' hair in order. I pointed out how one day of tangles makes life very difficult around here. He smirked and went on his way.

The next morning as we're getting ready for the day Trini comes up to me looking concerned.

"Mom," she says, "We forgot my hair caddy. Oh no. What will we do?" (She didn't realize that mommies pack everything.)

As fate would have it she said this in front of her daddy. As if to admit defeat, he threw up his hands, shrugged his shoulders, shook his head in dibelief and walked away.

Oh how he will enjoy her teenage years ...

Oh how I enjoy her girlie little moments and the pure confusion it brings my dear husband ...