Brain Fuzz

Okay, here are some of the random thoughts I think we might all have at some time in our life:

**What is the point of white crayons?

**Why do we pay for recycling to be picked up? The recycling centers make a profit on our garbage, yet we pay them to take it....why?

**We pay for garbage bags, so that we can pay the garbage man to take away the garbage. It's garbage. Why?

**Why do we pay a ton of money for lawn fertilizer, bug killers, weed killers, etc? Then we cut the grass.

**Why do my kids play with toys and lose them, then expect me to find them? They get really mad when I refuse. Same for shoes. Why?

**Why do my kids hate getting in the bathtub? And then once forced into the bathtub, they hate getting out?

**Why does my dog have such a fascination with dirty underwear and the cat box? My friend's dog will chew up a dirty pair of underwear....and that is just disgusting.

**I got married, and suddenly I am in charge of sending birthday, anniversary and special day cards to ALL family members, including my new inlaws. Why is that? I never agreed to that on any level--but it is just assumed. Keep in mind, my inlaws are no longer "new", and I am much more comfortable figuring out a card for them....as a newlywed, I didn't know them that well.

**We can put a man on the moon, yet we can't figure out an easy way to give a cat a pill. Why?

**I sit down to use the bathroom, and suddenly the phone rings. What is the connection between my behind touching the big white throne and qwest?

**Why didn't I get a DirectTV DVR when I had the chance to get it for free? Now it's going to cost a lot of $$.

**Why do I always seem to get the retail clerks who are talking to their BFF's on their cell phone, or talking to their fellow clerk about somebody and last night, or who answer the phone while I am standing right there? Why does this bug me? I was taught specifically not to do any of those things, with threat of dismissal, back in my college days of working in retail.

**Why when I go to Kinko's and I ask to use a computer they ask me to "wait right there" while they help the rest of the line, then they help me? Why does using the computer suddenly send you to the back of the line, basically?

**Why does my dog go in our backyard and just lounge around today, yet yesterday, she digs to China in a frenzied effort to escape? Why? What is different about yesterday from today in a dog's mind?

**At a certain street in my city, I can stand in one spot and see four different Starbucks. Why?

**Why does the media give Britney Spears so much attention? Why?

**Why does the media look for everything negative to say about our current president, yet had not much to say when the previous president had oral sex in the oval office while conducting official duties? Why wasn't that put in a negative spin? It should have been.

**Why does my neighbor take his rowing machine out on the sidewalk and row? Not the front porch, or the driveway, but the sidewalk. He also talks to himself. Why?

**Why do other neighbors of mine choose to let their house fall apart, yet are spending money putting in a new deck? Shingles falling off the roof, peeling paint, scary wires coming out of boxes, yucky hibachi that hasn't moved in six years on the patio, etc. Yet he is spending money putting in a deck. Why?

**On the news yesterday, a children's toy storage shelf is being recalled because a child was tragically killed when climbing on it and it fell on him. Keep in mind, I am so sympathetic. I can't imagine ever losing one of my children to death. But why do we recall the whole slew of shelves? Why don't we just teach kids to not climb on the shelves?

**Why do I get sucked into arguments with my six year old?

Here is how this went in the car this morning.

JM: When do we go to Grandpa's and Grandma's?
ME: In two days.

JM: Two days? Really. I think it's three. (Feel the argumentative mood he is in on this one.)
ME: Nope, today is Tuesday, so Wednesday then Thursday. That is two days.

JM: Are you sure? Well, what are we going to do with Clementine?
ME: Take her with us.

JM: Why?
ME: Because it would not be nice to leave her by herself in the house for two days.

JM: I would like it.
ME: I think you might get scared, a little like she would.

JM: I'd be fine.
ME: I don't think so.

JM: But Mom! I like Clementine! I want to take her with us!
ME: I said we were taking her with us.

JM: No you didn't! You said we were leaving her here for two days!

Where did I go wrong? Why? Take a long drag on the coffee and breathe.....

Kindred Spirits....

I have mentioned before that I meet amazing people in my line of work. I just got home from a very fun and festive candle party. I met Tink. That is her nickname, and we'll go with it. She'll read this too, I am sure, so I need to remember that some things that happen at candle parties stay at candle parties.

As we chatted, we realized that we have connections. The main one--I am an adoptive mom, she is a birth mom. She placed a child for adoption a handful of years ago. As she told me her story, her eyes were a little teary and so were mine. But they were tears of goodness and joy. I am always glad to hear when a birth mom says, "That was the best decision. I picked a great family, we have some contact. My life is in a better place now." She is now married to a great guy, has two children, and doing great!

As an adoptive mom, that is water to a dry soul. That is my continued prayer for my kids' birth moms. That this decision to place their child with me is a decision they can live with, have confidence in, and they have new opportunities that would have been missed otherwise. Thank you, Tink, for sharing with me your story, I will sleep well tonight and be reminded to pray for my kid's birthmoms tonight.

Also, another connection with Tink. We're talking about homeschooling and she feels the same way I felt about it. Wants to do it, intimidated by what's involved and all the responsibility of doing it right. I told her about Connections Academy--she is all over it and is excited. She is going to really look into it, and if she does it, we agreed it would be nice to get our kids together for activities. How cool would that be?

She wants to learn to sew. Has a sewing machine. I can help with that just a bit.

I used to work at a crisis pregnancy center, she used to volunteer at one. Her father was in the military, so was mine. It was a crazy fun night to meet her! Anyway, I am exhausted and all keyed up at the same time.

I hope Tink will post here on occasion because as a birth mom in adoption issues, it's nice to hear from that perspective. We don't hear it that often, and I think she has a great story to tell.

A boy and his dog

Let me set this up. Our dog, Clementine, is a fairly clean dog, until she drinks from her water bowl. Then she leaves water splotches all over the floor. She doesn't drool, luckily it is just water. If she has drank from her bowl and you don't know, walk across the kitchen in your stocking feet, you now have wet socks.

Recently, I am working at my computer (where else?), I hear JM (six year old) fussing at Clementine.

Me: "JM, what is going on?"
JM: "Clementine is watering me!"




PS More warm welcomes to the pedophile-wannabe-admirer community! Tipp City, OH, Jacksonville, FL, Birmingham, AL (scary is that you are logging in from an educational server) and Toronto, Canada, welcome to my blog. Please see the previous post, it is just for you.

See I wondered.....

T confirmed it for me. I have attracted the pedophiles! I linked to the pedophile-wannabe's blog, so now I have a bunch of pings on my blog from all over the world. Ten years ago, I would have said "yuck" and removed the link right now. That was before I went through the valley of the shadow of death and dealt with some pretty serious crap in my life. For our international community, when I say crap, I mean, sin. I say sin, because most of my audience here are Christians, and they know what it's like to survive sin.

No, I am not just talking about saying a swear word by accident. My normal audience is a group of Christians who walk a real walk. I have dealt with crap/sin that others have not survived so well. Out of the most incredible crap in our lives comes the beauty of redemption in Christ.

The irony of all of this just about makes me laugh! We do need to add some more hello's to our list. Please welcome and say hello to India, Nepal, Malaysia, and Greece.

For our international audience, here is a message for you, please remember the things I talk about here tend to be about God and His wrath and His forgiveness. I have children, if you are reading this, you will remember being one once too. Remember, Jesus specifically had a special place in his heart for the innocence of children--and protected them before He protected adults. You will find no support on this blog for hurting children, specifically molesting/abusing them in any way.

You will find support on this blog to lay your crap at the foot of the cross of Jesus and working out your crap with the Maker of the universe--the One who created you. Let me know if you need more direction on that, otherwise, my blog will be pretty boring for you. We still say "hi", welcome, maybe you are supposed to stop for a minute and think about what is in your head right now. It isn't pretty, and maybe this is the message God meant for you to read--stop what you're doing and look for those things that are beautiful, clean, and holy. Not the "thing" that drives you inside right now. That "thing", I encourage you to lay it at the foot of Jesus Christ. Out of that can come some pretty beautiful redemption and living life free of the "thing" in your head.

No, it won't be instant. It will take a lifetime. The span of your life is a blink on the spectrum of eternity. And I assure you, hell is eternity. The torment you might have done to a child up to this point in your life will not even compare to the torment in eternal hell. Fire will be the least of your worries.

I think this is weird....

Okay, for someone who doesn't have much time this week, I know I have been posting a lot. But no matter how busy I am, I keep up on the news, and that is what my posts are about this week.

Look down toward the bottom left corner of this blog, there is a sitemeter logo. I can look at that (you can't) and see how many hits a day my blog gets, the location from where that hit comes from (like where my stalker lives in Colorado), etc. I don't know who the person is, sitemeter only lists the ISP address, so like Comcast, Qwest, etc.

For the most part, I can figure out who is checking my blog. I really check it only a few times a day really to keep tabs of the stalker. She has been quiet as a church mouse, I must say! The tentative consensus is that my rant "Defanging the Beast" shut her down. But that is tentative, you never ever let your guard down with the stalker.

Anyway, I post about the idiot-pedophile-wannabe yesterday, right? Suddenly, today my sitemeter has ISP's from Toronto, Tokyo, Arhus (Denmark--not it's not Greg Boyd), Parana (Brazil), Nottingham (England), and Warwickshire (again, England). The Toronto was from the last hour. All today.

I looked at idiot-pedophile-wannabe's blog to make sure he didn't have a link to mine that might be generating this. I honestly have no idea what changed in the universe to bring about this "thing".

So I am not sure what celebrity status I have because of this sudden international attention. But everyone, I invite you to wave to your screen! Hello everyone! Feel free to browse the blog, click on my friend's blogs! Feel free to post a comment, I would love to know where this all came from. Just remember my one cardinal rule--no anonymous posting. You must be willing to share, even briefly, who you are.

Aloha!

Update--last ten minutes, welcome to Henderson, NV and Plano, TX! Howdy everyone! Welcome to my suddenly busy blog! Hope you enjoy it!