Wake up America...

Baby Joey- surgery is on- prayers please.

I just got the call that the Doctors at Boston Children's Hospital don't feel they can safely wait any longer. Our great nephew, Joey will be having his open heart surgery this afternoon. It is expected to take 5-6 hours. The biggest concern, besides the obvious delicacy of the surgery, is how he does with the heart/lung bypass machine. There is a risk of neurological damage due to his age. There is also a risk that his newborn heart won't "remember" to restart. Please pray for a good outcome, and a successful surgery. Also pray for his parents, Tricia and Mike, and my brother and sister-in-law, Laurie and Michael. Thanks!

I'm Breaking Free

I've tried to avoid this one for a while. I had the book, read a few chapters, decided it was going to hurt, and sold it on Ebay. But alas, God had other plans for me, and now I find myself in Beth Moore's study, Breaking Free. And I still think it's gonna hurt. Let's face it, we all have our issues, right? What am I breaking free from, you ask? Well, that's between God and myself. But I have had a worrisome thought. What happens if someone gets their hands on this book, after I've written down all my "stuff"? I remember the last time I saw Beth Moore speak she told about a friend who had died. The friend's husband gave all the women's completed studies to Beth! Good thing his wife was already dead, or she'd have to kill him. Even in death, I'd prefer to keep my stuff just between Him and I. So, here's what I'm thinking: I'd like to buried with all my Bible studies. I know "you can't take it with you", but I'd prefer if no one else got their curious little hands on it either. So, if you hear of my sudden demise, please let my husband know about my dying wish. And if I'm already in the ground when these books turn up: burn them please! Thanks.

On witnessing...

God has really been working with me in this area. He's been making clear to me things that I knew in my head, but for some reason I was having a hard time putting into action. How am I, as a Christian, to share that hope that is within me? With words? With actions? If He's called me to be His witness, how does that play out in everyday life? You know what? This might not be a shocker to you, but it's not about me. It's not even really about the people I'm trying to witness to about Christ. It's all about HIM! He doesn't need me. He allows me to be a part of His plan thankfully, but I can't save anyone. I couldn't even save myself, so what in the world makes me think I can save others?? Now, I'll readily admit that God has given some the gift of evangelism. But even then, it's God doing all the work, He's just using someone to speak the words of life. God does the drawing in, not us mere humans. So then, what are those of us without that gift to do? Am I off the hook, so to speak? I don't think so. God has convicted me of two things I'm to do. The first is to radiate Christ. Here's the kicker, though: If I'm trying to radiate Christ, then it once again becomes about me. If I have to try, it's not really Christ I'm showing. It's how kind I can be, or how supportive I can be. Where's God in that?? So I've stopped trying. Instead I'm getting out of His way. Amazing things happen when I get out of the way! By learning to abide in Him daily, I've found that Christ radiates through me. I don't have to do anything! Isn't that cool? The second point God has made over and over, is that I need to be ready to give an account for the hope that is within me. This is very much connected to point 1, because when Christ shines through you, people notice, and they ask questions. Again, by abiding in Him, He shines through, and gives me the words. It's all Him, really it has little to do with me. I have noticed a trend lately, though. The more time I spend in prayer, and in His word, the more often I'm asked questions about my faith. I don't even have to bring up the topic. I remember one time recently when I was with someone I had been praying for. Out of the blue, he asked me, "So what was up with the resurrection, anyway?" I was a little shocked to be honest. But I shouldn't be. When I abide in Him, I should expect such questions. So I guess the moral of this story is that it's not about me, or you, or even the lost world out there. It's all about Him, our glorious King and Savior. Don't you feel better now?

Baby Joey Update

Joey's surgery has been moved to Monday morning. I'm not sure why, but I assume he's doing OK if they're going to wait. (I got my information third hand from my 13 year old niece- so no details) Please continue to pray for him. Thanks!
Julie

Editted: Ok, it looks like my niece didn't know what she was talking about. Joey had a procedure today where they went in through an artery in his leg. They were hoping to open up an artery that was malformed, and too small for blood to flow through. They'll know by late tonight or early tomorrow how successful the surgery was. If things look good, they will be able to hold off on the open heart surgery until he is 5 months old. If not he'll have the surgery on Monday to close the hole in his heart.

IT'S NOT FAIR!!

I think it's clear to all of us that things in the country are just not fair! (Can you hear me stomping my feet?) Why should someone who has a college education make more than a high school dropout? So what if they studied hard, worked several jobs while in school, and took out big loans. Just because they have specialized skills that they worked diligently to acquire, they get to make more money? Doesn't sound fair to me. And what about all those people saving for their future? Just because they live within their means and save and invest their money, is it really fair that they have bigger bank accounts?? We must punish these people. They should spend every penny, and take out loans they don't intend to pay back like the rest of America. We should make those responsible people pay big-time, so the rest of America can have what they want. It's only fair. And don't get me started on homeowners. Why do the people who bought houses they could afford get to keep theirs, when others are losing their homes? Just because they pay their mortgage every month?? Doesn't sound fair to me. I mean this is America. If someone wants something, they should have it. Why should they have to work hard, and save their money? It's just not fair, at all. But fear not, America, fear not. It look like within months we will complete our transition to a socialist nation. Then every thing will be great again. Hmmm...I wonder what will happen to all those hard working, living -within -their -means types.

Baby Joey update

It looks like Joey will be operated on tomorrow (Thursday) morning. He's doing well at Boston Children's Hospital. The outlook is much better today. There's even a chance they won't have to open his chest. Please keep him in your prayers.
Thanks!

Prayers please

My niece, Tricia, gave birth to a beautiful baby boy on Sunday. Last night I went to see him at the hospital. He's a peanut! And cute as can be. Later in the evening, my niece took a shower and brought the baby to the nursery. When she came back, they were intubating her son! A nurse noticed his poor color, and thankfully checked his oxygen levels. He was brought to the NICU at the best hospital in the state. There they discovered he has a serious heart defect. There's a problem with his valves, and he also has a hole in his heart. They tranferred him to Boston today, with 6 doctors in the ambulance with him! He will be having open heart surgery within the next day or two. Please pray for little Joseph, and his parents, Tricia and Mike.
Thanks!

He calls me Fred...

Don't you love how kids often "hear" the lyrics to songs differently then the rest of us? Today we were driving listening to KLOVE, when my son starts laughing.
"That song is so funny!" he says.
The song was Friend of God by Phillips Craig and Dean.
Well, I didn't think it was that funny..... until Alex started singing along.
"I am a friend of God
I am a friend of God
I am a friend of God
He calls me FRED!!!

I'm back...

not sure where I went, or why...but I'm back...I think. I really don't know what happened! Summer flew by, while I obsessed about curriculum. The kids had a fun filled week at day camp, while I obsessed about decluttering. We started back at school in late August. After all that obsessing about curriculum, I couldn't wait to start. We're off to a great start. The calendar is quickly filling up. Who says homeschoolers don't get out enough? Are you kidding! Take a look at my calendar. I think we actually get out too much! But that's life with three kids. Ballet, soccer, theater, iceskating, girl scouts...you get the picture...and that doesn't count all the homeschool get togethers we enjoy. Somehow I'm managing to be out and about, and still educate the kids. I've had to let go of some things. Like my deep desire to be done with school everyday by noon. Some (most) days that's just not possible. I thought we'd just get an early start, but I forgot we're not morning people. So I just let it go...somedays we're still doing school when the buses roll by...but that's ok. It usually means we spent the better part of the day having fun!
Well, I hope to be more consistent with posting. I realized I was talking to myself way too much...time to start blogging again. At least here I can delude myself into thinking I'm not just talking to myself!

This is a test...

It has come to my attention that my BFF, of 25 years mind you, does not read my blog. Now I know, I haven't been too consistent in posting lately. But we're talking about months and months. In fact, I believe she's only read it once. She then bookmarked the page and never returned!!! She claims she doesn't have time! Time to click on a favorites..what's that 3 seconds? I don't expect her to check everyday, but is every 2 or 3 weeks too much to ask? I think not! She claims to have repented of this grievous oversight. I guess we'll see. So BFF, (you know who you are) if you're reading this, say 3 months from now, please leave a comment to prove you still exist! Love you!

Love this song...and the next one too!

I Know You're There

On being 40...

On June 9th, it happened. I reached the milestone of being alive for 40 full years. In other words, I'm now working on my 5th decade of life. As much as I should be depressed by this fact, for some odd reason, I find it quite empowering. 20 is so overrated. Sure, I miss my cute butt, and I've gained 20 pounds in the last 2 decades, but 40 really is so much better than 20. And here are a few reasons why: (humor me, here)
- When I was 20, I knew very little, and thought I knew everything. At 40, I know a lot more, yet realize I still have a lot to learn.
- I didn't have a house when I was 20. Heck, I didn't even have a car when I was 20. So what I'm getting at is I have a lot more stuff now. (Thus the constant need to declutter)
- At 20, I was just beginning to realize how much my parents had done for me. Now at 40, I totally appreciate them.
- At 20, I dreamed of a family and children. Of course in my dream, it was a lot less work. Today at 40, I'm living the dream. Despite the work, I know how blessed I am.
- When I was 20, I didn't even know what a church family was...now, I know, and thank God everyday for mine.
- At 20, I knew about Jesus...but I didn't know Him. At 40, I'm getting to know Him more and more everyday, and He never ceases to amaze me.

Yes, 40 is definitely better than 20...except for those funny, little hairs that keep popping up on my chin. (What's up with that???) I honestly think I'd rather be forty than twenty, despite the chin hair. Now if I could only find a way to freeze the hands of time and stay 40 forever.

The last three weeks

I would apologize for my poor blogging record, but I know you've heard that song before...so I'll just try to quickly recap the past few weeks.

- The last weekend in May was girl's weekend in Boston. I got together with 9 ladies- no husbands, no kids. It was a reunion of my friends from our college days. Freshman year we all ended up on the same floor in BU's Towers. We called it Seventh Heaven- everyone else just called it 7 west. We had a great time! Amazing that 10 moms could manage to get away for a weekend. We must have awesome husbands...poor guys...we had so much fun we decided to do it every year, instead of every 18 years!

- When I got home, I got to packing. We left on a vacation/field trip on the first Tuesday in June. We spent 3 nights in Williamsburg, VA. Then we headed up to DC for 4 more nights. We had a great time, except for the ridiculous heat. Pictures to follow- at some point.

- While in DC, I turned 40!!! Wow, am I old, or what? I guess it's official- I'm a grown-up! More on the wonders of being 40 in a future post.

- Returned to battle my nemesis- laundry. Yeah, I know, you've heard that song before too. But I really, really hate laundry!

- While on the road to Virginia, I once again reworked next year's curriculum...for the millionth time. This time I'm sticking with it. (Although the new Rainbow Resource catalog just came in the mail- I'm trying to resist the urge to go at it with a highlighter!)

- On Thursday we hit day 180! You know what that means- School's out for summer!! Yay!

- We visited my dad on Friday. He was leaving for vacation on Father's Day, so we celebrated it a little early.

- On Sunday it was so great to be back with my church family. I had missed two Sundays teaching Sunday School, and believe it or not, I really missed it! The kids assured me that they wept and lamented my absence- or not...Then we headed to my in-laws for more Father's Day celebrating.

Well, I guess that about does it. I'll try to have something witty to post about in the future. If not have mercy on me. I am old, after all.

How Great is our God?

Pretty amazing. He literally blows my mind, on a regular basis. As I've mentioned in my last post, I've been writing to a lost teen, who I love very much. God first convicted me to write to him about two months ago. Being me, I had to discuss the point with God. I mean, it seemed kind of weird to write a letter to someone I see on a regular basis. What was I supposed to do, sneak in his house and stick a letter under his pillow? At the same time, I saw his life spiraling out of control. Within days of God telling me to write to him, I discovered he would be away, and my only means of communicating would be via writing. (See how smart God is.) So I set pen to paper and started writing. I felt very convicted to share "God Stories" with him. I wrote about the many ways I've seen God work in both my life and his. Over the course of the last 6 weeks I've told him many stories about God's intervention in his life, and the life of his family. Things he would be aware of, but not necessarily see the God connection. During that period I've received a very positive response from him. He even wrote that he didn't think I was crazy, and it's all starting to make more and more sense. Over the course of the weeks, I've shared the Gospel, and his need for forgiveness, but not in the conventional way. I just told him the stories God put on my heart. So about a week ago, I felt it was time to lay it all out as clearly as possible. I wrote him a letter that spelled out the Gospel. I even included cute little drawings to demonstrate his separation from God. I worried a little that I may have gone too far. I certainly didn't want to overwhelm him, and push him away. But God had it all in His hand! So the other day I got a letter from him. Talk about God's perfect timing. He wrote that right before he got my letter "with the drawings", he had read a little book that a "priest" had given him. He told me the book said that he had a sin problem, and he needed to turn away from his sin, ask Jesus to come into his life, and forgive him. He then wrote that right after he did "it", he received my letter. He was amazed that my letter said he needed to do what he had just done! I'm assuming the "it" he's referring to is receiving Christ as his Savior. So, how wild is that? He told me to write to this boy before I even knew what his circumstance would be. He then lays on my heart stories of His faithfulness and trustworthiness, all to prepare his heart for the best news ever. Coincidence that he received my letter immediately after praying for Jesus to come into his life? Or a "God thing", to confirm to him that he made the right choice? Now that, my friends, is a Great God. What a blessing to serve Him!

Blogger break

Well, it appears I've disappeared from bloggityville. It was not a planned break, just a lot going on. Between sports and the play the girls are in, I've been going non-stop. Also my Grandmother is in the hospital, Mother's Day etc... I've been expending most of my writing energy to correspond with a troubled teen I know and love. Let's just say he's "away", courtesy of the State of RI and his own poor choices. But he's responding well to my letters, so if you can send up a prayer for him, I'd appreciate it. Hopefully I'll be back next week when things slow down.

On assignment for God

This Sunday my church began an adventure called Kingdom Assignments. 30 people or teams of people were given $100 to use to bless people, and further God's Kingdom. In 90 days we report back to the church. This is our second year doing Kingdom Assignments. Last year people did an assortment of tasks from a coffeehouse, to collecting used shoes for disaster relief. I had an idea of a fun assignment, but I was worried that it was my idea, not God's idea. During the service the pastor was teaching about Elijah from 1Kings. Two of the points seemed to confirm that my idea was a God- thing. The first was the truth that God can engineer circumstances and make divine arrangements. The question is whether we trust Him to do so. This seemed to answer one of my concerns. The second point was that God can miraculously multiply limited resources. That pretty much wiped out my second concern. So when the time came, I went forward to recieve the hundred dollar bill, and signed on for a "Kingdom Assignment." So here's what I'm going to do: When going through the drive thru at Dunkin Donuts, I'm going to pay for the customer behind me, and leave a note and a small gift explaining my assignment. The gift will be a small book by Max Lucado. I hope to bless 20 people, but I guess that's up to God. Depending on who He puts behind me, and how much they order, I should be able to meet that goal. I've already ordered the booklets, and can't wait to start blessing people! How fun is that?

I'm back..still dizzy

Well, after two weeks of vertigo, I'm back. I'm not sure if the vertigo is really better, or if I'm just getting used to it and adapting. Anyway, life has been very boring at my house. The kids are climbing the walls, and so am I. We've had two weeks of very light schooling, as I haven't been up to much depth. It's been interesting to watch the kids during these two weeks. Rachel has been spending more and more time on the computer on various writing projects. She finished one chapter book she wrote, and is working on another. She also has 2 plays in the works. It's ironic that's she's doing all this writing on her own. If I assigned her these writing tasks, there'd be all sorts of whining involved. Alex, my reluctant reader, has been spending lots of time reading Spiderman books to himself. Maybe there is something to be said for unschooling. Rachel, who struggles with spelling, has grown by leaps and bounds since she started her own writing projects. She finally has a reason to spell properly. We're planning on trying IEW next year to help her grow in her writing skills. She writes with a strong voice, and her writing is very interesting. She has decided to become a writer when she grows up, so she can work from home, and homeschool her own kids. Alex, on the other hand, has decided to be a "hobo". This decision came about when he was lamenting the need to learn Math. He finally saw the light about the usefulness of reading. "It's like watching a movie in your mind." Yes, it's all about entertainment for my little guy. I tried to explain how important Math is in real life...paying bills, buying a house, shopping...etc. Well, he decided he doesn't need to learn these things because he plans on being a hobo. In his mind that means wandering around in the wilderness with a sack of his stuff. He'll bring books for entertainment purposes. Ironically, he is very gifted in Math, he's just not a fan. He can do math quite well, by walking around in circles while he calculates in his mind. Sitting down and doing math the "right way", is not his style. I just need to learn how to channel his bright mind into a productive citizen. He is not your typical learner. Olivia on the other hand is my star student. She is very bright, and is learning to read and write with ease. She's needs to be homeschooled for totally different reasons. At the ripe, old age of 5, I can already see her attraction to worldliness. We are very concerned about the teen years with this one. She's managed to wrap around her fingers anyone over the age of 13. EVERYONE loves Olivia. They also think I'm nuts when I express concerns about her. In the words of my BFF "Oh no, not Olivia, I don't believe it." Yes, she knows how to work it, and has pretty much snowed everyone with her sweet, innocent act. But, we're on to her, and are going to do everything in our power to mold her strongwilled nature for good. As you can imagine, that will involve a lot of prayer. I guess that's all my ramblings for today. Have a great weekend.

Tricia got the call!!

I've been so out of it the past 12 days, that I haven't kept up on my blog reading. Apparently, Tricia got the call for her new lungs a few days ago. It turned out to be a dry run, meaning upon further examination, it was decided that the lungs were not a good match for her. This morning they found out a new set of lungs might be a fit for her. The team is flying out to check out the situation. They hope to hear soon, and she may be on her way to surgery tonight! Please pray for Tricia and Nate, as well as the donor's family. Check here for an update, since I've been too dizzy to be reliable about posting. If you have no idea what I'm talking about click here to get a quick overview of this incredible family. Best wishes, Tricia! I'm praying for you!

Update: It's a go!! Tricia is being prepped for surgery right now! Please pray. By the way, today is Nate's birthday! What a gift!

I'm one dizzy chick

Here are the highlights of my past week or so:

1. Alex had a croupy cough going to bed on Thursday. I did a saline nebulizer, and that settled him down...until 2:40am when he woke me up coughing, saying he couldn't breath, and ASKING to go to the hospital. He has asthma that presents as coughing, so it's hard to tell with him. The cough was definitely croupy, so I remained calm, and put some Albuterol in the nebulizer. John wanted me to take him to the hospital. I had no intention of driving for 1/2 hour, with a child who couldn't breath. If he went to the hospital, it was going to be by ambulance. Thankfully, he was able to catch his breathe with the breathing treatment. He feel fast asleep. John and I spend the rest of the night listening to him breath. He's been fine ever since! Good thing we had decided to take Good Friday off from school.

2. I woke up early Saturday morning to the delightful news that Olivia had climbed in Rachel's bed during the night, and then had an accident. As I stumbled about, I realized that I really was stumbling...I appeared to have a pretty bad case of vertigo. I spend the next several hours sitting in my bed (laying down was way worse), watching the world spin by. I did manage to stumble to the bathroom a few times when the motion sickness got the best of me. I figured I had picked up whatever virus Alex had. I managed to get up around noon. I had to make a casserole and cheesecake for Easter. I also made a quickbread for church in the morning. Then the kids reminded me about my promise to color eggs. I didn't know I'd be feeling so rotten when I made that promise, but a promise is a promise. I managed to survive that, and actually felt a little better when I was up and about. Somehow I survived until bedtime, and after ironing clothes for Easter, I went to bed.

3. I awoke on Easter feeling like things were still spinning, but not as bad. We got dressed and headed to church for a Continental Breakfast fellowship. I pretty much just sat in one place. I'm sure people at church now think I'm on drugs, since I couldn't walk in a straight line. Unless you got stuck sitting next to me. Then you think I'm a real whiner. I felt better during the service, and barely survived dinner at my in-laws, before heading home. By this time I had changed my diagnosis to ear infection. I decided to go to a walk-in, the only one open at 5pm on Easter. My ears were fine. The diagnosis: Vertigo! Fifty bucks to hear what I already knew! I was given a prescription for motion sickness medicine, some head exercises to do, and instructions not to lay flat when sleeping.

4. Yesterday was more of the same. The vertigo was manageable, and we did get school in. I was sure I had licked it by bedtime. I was feeling much better, but still tried to sleep propped up. Until...

5. I woke up this morning. Saturday's spinning was nothing compared to this morning. I stumbled downstairs, and called the dentist to cancel Olivia's appointment. I somehow got back up the stairs, and spent the next 4 hours watching the room spin by. (And stumbling to the bathroom) By noon I was able to walk, and called my doctor. Her office was closed until 1pm, so I left a message. Let's see, it's now 7pm, so I guess I won't be hearing from her today. We skipped school, since I was only barely functional. I did manage to clean the bathroom, and broil some chicken for dinner.

There you have it. My exciting week. Please pray it gets less exciting. I really don't think I can handle another morning like that.

The results are in...

And I'm not crazy, I just don't sleep right. I got a call from my doctor last night. The sleep study results came in, and it appears that my brain has forgotten how to sleep. (Assuming it once knew how) According to the study, I don't cycle through the sleep stages in a way that would provide restorative sleep. Every time I moved into the deep sleep stage, (Delta sleep), it only lasted a minute, then I popped right back to the lighter level. My doctor says that the Delta stages are when your body restores itself, and your brain processes all it learned that day. No wonder I've been such an airhead, lately. I'm seriously sleep deprived! She wants me to try taking 2 Benedryl every night before bed. The hope is that by sedating myself, my brain will get some restorative sleep. She said I should expect to continue to feel badly because I have a huge sleep debt at this point. In theory, when I go off the medicine in 2 weeks, my brain will have remembered how to sleep. I hope this works, because if it doesn't she's sending me to a sleep psychologist. That doesn't sound fun. She referred to it as sleep boot camp, where he will prescribe all sorts of lifestyle changes that will make my life miserable. It's a relief to know there's a reasonable explanation for my fatigue. I was starting to think I was either nuts, or a whiner. I wondered if everyone felt like this, and I was just lazy or something. It's nice to know that there is a reason behind my fatigue. I also felt good, because she said she's amazed that I can function like a normal person given my sleep patterns. Well, I don't know how normal I am, but I guess I manage to do OK for myself. Please pray the Benedryl works, and my brain can figure this sleep thing out. I really don't want to go to sleep boot camp!

Brotherly Love

Rachel came home from Theater Group in quite a huff. I alternate driving with another mom in the group. This was Rachel's second time driving with the other family. She was not happy. Apparently the little sister, who Rachel sat next to in the car, was quite annoying. According to Rachel, the little girl was very loud the whole time. Rachel says she yelled in her ear most of the ride. I can't blame her for being annoyed by that. Alex was outraged when he heard about the little girl's actions. My little man is very black and white about how people should behave, although he makes exceptions for his own behavior. After hearing about her awful experience, Alex said, "That's it! No one yells in my sister's ear!"
Then he added "Except me!"

10 years ago today

My firstborn daughter was born. At 8:12pm, after 28 hours of waiting (and pain), Rachel came into the world. She was born with a full head of black hair, and was the most beautiful baby I ever laid eyes on. I remember the shock and awe that I was actually somebody's mother. It seemed so strange to me. By the time we left the hospital 2 days later, I was convinced she was also the most intelligent baby ever born. I mean, look how well she took to nursing. I remember my husband cautioning me that it may have been instinct, but I didn't believe it for a second. She continued to amaze and delight me as she grew. She became a big sister twice over, and wears the title well. Rachel is a genuinely kindhearted person. She loves to make little cards for people, and pick out the perfect present. She takes joy in making other people happy. In some ways, it's hard to believe it's been 10 years already. On the other hand, it's difficult to remember what I did before she made me a mommy. My sweet, little, baby girl is really growing up. I know I'm truly blessed to be her Mom.

The Sleep Study

Well, the sleep study didn't turn out to be the rip, roaring, good time I had anticipated. I was supposed to get there at 9:00 pm. I was a few minutes late, and then had to deal with some paperwork. Much to my husband's relief, both the techs were female. He was very worried that some man would be watching me sleep! Kinda cute, him worrying like that. After the first round of paperwork, I got in my jammies. The tech then had me sit in a chair while I was hooked up to all sorts of wires. I had wires glued to my head, my legs, and my face. By the time this was all done it was 10:20. I then had a bunch of questionnaires to fill out. When I finished it was 10:45. The lights have to be out by 11:00, so I had a grand total of fifteen minutes to read! Not exactly my exciting plan for the night. At 11:00 the tech came back and hooked my wires up to the monitors. She then had to test the set-up by having me lift a leg, bite down, look up, etc...., while she watched the monitors in another room. I was allowed to watch TV, but I was so tired, and I knew they were going to get me up at 6am, so I just tried to sleep. Then I tried some more. It wasn't easy. I finally decided to think about my cat. It seemed like a boring enough subject to put me to sleep. (No offense, to Hannah my cat) It must have worked, because the next thing I knew the tech came in to readjust the wires on my head. I found out in the morning that it was 4am when she came in. I had trouble going back to sleep, so I thought about my cat some more. I awoke at 6am, and a few minutes later the tech came in to take all the wires off. She wasn't allowed to tell me anything, other than whether there were any respiratory incidents. She didn't see any, meaning I didn't stop breathing while I slept. That sounds like a good thing, but I was somewhat disappointed. If that is the problem, it seems like an easy fix. So I'm stuck waiting 10-14 days for my doctor to get the report. I was walked out, and given a voucher for the hospital cafeteria. No thanks...I was so tired. I couldn't believe how much traffic there was at that hour. I headed straight home, and put my PJs back on, and went to sleep for a few more hours. I'm hoping they find something to explain my constant exhaustion. It may just be that this is the thorn in my side. If that's the case, I guess I can live with that. I have been for so long, anyway.

My big night out

Tomorrow night I'm going out on the town, all by myself. Well, I may be exaggerating a little. I'm spending the night at a sleep lab. I went to my doctor for a physical on Thursday. I had some concerns about things going on with me, but was quite surprised by the doctor's opinion. She is convinced that I have a sleep disorder. In fact, she said she would be shocked if my results are normal. Here's the thing, I am tired ALL the time. I have been as long as I can remember. I wake up tired, I'm tired all day. This has been my normal existence since I was a teen. I've complained about this to doctors for 20 years. I've always been told things like: get more sleep, eat better, slow down, and you have kids what do you expect. Well, according to my doctor, it's not normal to sleep 8-9 hours and wake up exhausted. Who knew? It's normal to me. I've always felt this way. She thinks, that while I appear to be sleeping, my brain isn't getting restorative sleep. It may be apnea, or restless limbs, or a few other issues. She basically thinks my brain hasn't had a good night's sleep in 20 years. (Which would explain, alot!) So, I'm excited about this for 2 reasons. The first is the possibility that I may someday wake up and not be tired! It seems like a pipe dream, and I've come to accept that this is just the way I am, but maybe there's more to the story. Maybe one day soon, I'll actually feel rested for once. The other reason for my excitement is a little on the pathetic side. I'm really looking forward to a night alone with a good book. I'm told the room is very nice. It has a large comfy bed, a flat screen TV and is very homey. I won't be called by any children, the entire night! Apart from the monitors and the cameras watching me, it sounds very relaxing. I'll let you know how I make out.

This has to mean something...

I just don't know what. I had a very strange and vivid dream a few nights ago. It was 3am, (in my dream), and I was yelling at the kids to get to sleep...we have to get up in 3 hours. Why were the kids still up? Why was I still up? I don't know. Suddenly Rachel asks what's going on outside. I look out the window and notice a crowd has gathered in the street around my house. In my dream they were neighbors, although I've never laid eyes on any of these people before. They're all milling about. Then there's a knock at my door. There are a group of government people at the door. The leader, a fifty-something woman with short, sandy, blond hair, hands me a document. (She looked suspiciously like Hillary.) I was informed that some potassium capsules that the government had placed in the surrounding mines were missing. (Just for the record there are no mines that I'm aware of in this area. And why would the government put capsules in mines, anyway?) I noticed lights in the woods, as the government agents searched the mines. I was told that my house was to be searched immediately. I protested, "It's three o'clock in the morning, we have to get up in three hours!" No one seemed to care. My husband let them in, and they proceeded to ransack my house looking for the missing capsules. They were insisting that my children had taken them from the mines. They were dumping out Legos like crazy. I just kept repeating my objection, "It's 3 o'clock in the morning!" No one cared. The neighbors are looking in my windows. I'm freaking out, but everyone else was calm as could be. After trashing the kids' rooms, the government retreated to the woods. That's when I realize that the reason we need to get up in three hours is because we're leaving for Disney in the morning. Oh, no! I forgot to pack! Now I'll never get any sleep. I started to cry, and then I woke up. Boy, was I glad to realize it was all a bad dream. So what does it all mean?? Keep in mind that I live in a blue state, where it's pretty accepted that we need the government to "help" us out. Do I have some deep-seated fear of the gov't? Or is it just Hillary in charge that I fear?

Be careful what you sign.

Today Olivia, age 5, came to me with a piece of paper that she had written her name on. She asked me to sign it, so I did. Then she had me put my initials in several places. When I was done, she informed me that it was a contract. (No idea where she came up with that.) According to the contract I'm now required to do whatever she wants. Thankfully she hadn't written anything other than her name, so I doubt it would hold up in court. Of course nowadays you never know. When I told her I didn't think I'd be "doing whatever she says", she amended the contract. Now I'm only required to do what she wants when she's sick. I think I can live with that one.

Who Am I?

In memory of the awesome concert we saw last night, I thought I'd share this video of my favorite Casting Crowns song...

More excuses...

February has been an unusally busy month this year, thus my poor blogging record. Just to whine a little, I thought I'd list a few of my activities this month:

9 speech therapy sessions- which means early morning drives to URI
3 Girl Scout meetings
1 surgery- Alex
2 dentist appointments
2 doctor appointments
2 Orthodontist appointments
1 homeschool gathering
2 evening meetings at church
2 evenings with company for dinner- I DO NOT have the gift of hospitality- so 2 is alot for me!
2 nights out with other couples from church- Yay, something fun!
1 Chili cook-off- I didn't win, although my whole batch was eaten up, so it must have been good.
3 homeschool theater groups
Weekly Bible Study

Throw in the lunar eclipse, the fish dissection, the owl pellet dissection, and sorting out 125 boxes of girl scout cookies, and it's been a busy month. We're going out with a bang, though. John and I are heading up to Amherst, Ma on Friday night to see Casting Crowns!! Of course my planned adult babysitter is sick, and they're expecting snow...so I'm praying it actually happens.

Blog neglect

I have to apologize for my neglect as of late. I know all three of you are on the edge of your seats everyday, and I've failed to deliver. Sorry. I've been busy with a host of mundane tasks, and life seems to be speeding by. My oldest is about to enter the wonderful world of braces. We're entering the wonderful world of paying for them every month. Rachel will also be hitting double digits in a few weeks, and has been busy planning her party. The great part is that she is doing most of the planning part. She made her own invitations and addressed and mailed them. She's also coming up with the menu and games, I just have to come up with the supplies. That's the good part about my baby growing up. The bad part is that she's really growing up. She discovered two little lumps on her chest. She was way too excited when I confirmed that she wasn't a lumpy freak, and was in fact beginning the wonderful transformation to womanhood. Me? I'm not nearly as excited about this turn of events. In fact, I think I'm a little traumatized by it.
I've also been obsessing about next year's curriculum. After much debate, (me talking to myself), I've got it all figured out. My obsessing will now turn to finding as many items used as I can. That can take over life as I know it, if I let it. Hopefully I can keep it under control. Which reminds me, I have to check on some auctions on Ebay. Gotta run.

Did Paul Revere have ADHD??

I just read a delightful (children's) book called, "And Then What Happened, Paul Revere?" by Jean Fritz. It recounts, among other things, his famous ride to warn that the Redcoats were coming. As I read about him, I couldn't help but wonder if perhaps he had ADHD. The story includes many little known facts about him, as well as his famous journey. He loved adventure, and trying new things. He started out as a silversmith, but branched out in many areas, including making false teeth! He was known for being in a rush, and for his sloppy writing. He also had a page in his day book just for doodling. After the Boston Tea Party, everyone else went home to bed. Not, Paul. He hopped on his horse and took off for New York and Philadelphia to spread the news. Reading the details of his most famous journey really clinched the diagnosis for me. He was in such a rush he left the door open, and his dog got out. Well, that turned out to be a good thing. He forgot his spurs!! He sent the dog home with a note for his wife. The dog returned with his spurs tied around his neck. He also forgot to bring a cloth to wrap around the oars as they rowed past a British warship. Luckily they were able to get some cloth from a friend nearby. Once across the Charles River, he hopped on a waiting horse, and was off to warn the colonists in Concord and Lexington. He was actually captured by the British at one point, after warning the colonists. They ended up taking his horse, and letting him go. So off he went on foot! Thanks to his endless energy, he was able to warn Samuel Adams and John Hancock in time for them to escape from Lexington. Hyperactivity is not always a bad thing! After the war, Paul again became a man of all trades. In addition to silversmithing, he made church bells, and learned how to roll sheet copper. He also wrote of his big ride, in his trademark sloppy writing. After reading about this famous American patriot, I couldn't help but wonder what would have happened if he lived in the days of modern medicine. Would some well meaning person have tried to fix him, slow him down, get him focused??? Perhaps the British would have succeeded in their surprise attack, and captured the colonist's stockpile of arms... perhaps John Hancock and Samuel Adams would have been captured....perhaps we'd all be speaking with British accents right now. Maybe ADHD isn't such a bad thing after all.

10 things I love about God

1. He loved me first. And He continues to love me, regardless of how unlovable I can be.
2. Even when things seem random and out of control, I can trust Him. He's got it all under control.
3. He gives me peace in my heart, when it doesn't make sense to have peace.
4. He puts joy in my heart, regardless of my circumstances.
5. He has put love in my heart for the people I personally don't find very lovable.
6. His ways are always better than my ways.
7. He forgives me, although I don't deserve His forgiveness and disappoint Him daily.
8. He shows me the difference between what I want to do for Him, and what He wants to do through me.
9. He is my hiding place, my counselor, my all in all.
10. He's shown me who I really am- I am His, a daughter of the King...a real life princess.

My brave little boy

Yesterday, Alex had to take a trip to the OR at the local children's hospital. This was his fourth surgery, at the ripe, old age of 7! It was nothing major, he just had to have tubes removed from his ears. (Putting them in, and losing his adenoids was surgery number 2.) All of his surgeries have been minor, but still not something he looked forward to. Having experience with general anesthesia, he knew what to expect, and he knew he didn't want to do it. He asked a few times why we couldn't just leave the tubes in, he didn't mind them at all. But they were not coming out on their own, and causing all sorts of irritation. They had to go. I promised he would be spoiled rotten that day, but that didn't seem to change his apprehension. The spoiling started the night before. He couldn't sleep, so he was treated to a very long back rub, until he drifted off. He was quite the trooper in the morning. He got up and dressed without complaint. He didn't even mind not eating or drinking, he knew the drill by now. He wasn't so happy that the girls were dropped off at Uncle Joe's house. (He has 3 chihuahuas...the girls were thrilled with the arrangement!) But still he didn't complain. I could see his nervousness increase as we waited to get called in for the pre-op procedures. Still, no complaints. Once he was "dressed" we went into another pre-op room that had a PS2. That was cool... until the anesthesiologist showed up. He knew the good times were coming to an end. After a few minutes of talking, including my husband asking how long he had been on duty, it was time to head to the OR. Alex was so brave! He quietly chose the yellow Hummer power wheels to drive to the OR. He almost took out a few nurses in the hall, but did a nice job parking. We walked into the OR together, and he went right to the table, climbed right up, and laid down. I sat next to him and held his hand. I could see he was trying not to cry, he was being so brave! I place my hand on his chest, and I could feel his heart beating a mile a minute. I felt so sorry for him, yet so thankful that I could be there with him. They placed the mask on his face, and the Doctor told a few lame jokes. He even got a little smile out of Alex! As I talked to him,his little eyelids fluttered shut. "He can't hear you anymore." I was told. I kissed his cheek, and gave him three squeezes on the arm, our secret "I love you". Then I was escorted out of the room. Even with a minor procedure, I can't tell you how strange it feels to leave your unconscious child on an operating table. I did a good job sucking it up, and I didn't even cry this time! The surgery was quick, and went well. We were called into the recovery room a few minutes before he woke up. He was little confused. One minute mommy's standing over him in the OR, the next minute mommy and daddy were standing over him in a different room. After the initial confusion, he came out of the anesthesia better than in the past. He was very thirsty, and ate a popsicle, and some apple juice. I knew we'd be seeing them again..and we did on the car ride home. Some things never change. He's feeling fine today, and we've told him how proud we are of him. He has so much courage. He's learned the hard way that being brave doesn't mean you're not scared. It's doing what you have to do, even though you're scared out of your mind.

My meme: 4 things

I've been tagged by Stephanie to reveal some exciting facts about myself. It's called a "meme". Prepare to be spellbound.

4 Jobs I've Had:
1. Office work- Registrar's Office at BU
2. Chambermaid on Block Island
3. Daycare worker during summers at college- When I decided my future kids wouldn't be going to one.
4. Special Education Teacher in public school. - When I decided my future children would be homeschooled.

4 Movies Watched Over and Over:
1. Apollo 13- that's the only movie I've watched over and over again.

4 Places I've Lived:
1. Warwick, RI
2. Boston, Ma
3. Block Island, RI
4. An undisclosed location in RI. (in case you're a psycho, stalker type)

4 TV Shows I Watch:
1. Lost
2. Grey's Anatomy
3. Big Brother
4. Flip That House

4 Places I've Been:
1. Jamaica
2. Aruba
3. Bermuda
4. Wyoming

4 People who e-mail Me Regularly:
1. Christine
2. Myra
3. Betty
4. Mom and Dad

4 Favorite Things to Eat:
1. Snickers, of course.
2. Good Chinese food.
3. Ice Cream
4. Galumkis

4 Places I'd Rather Be:
1. On the balcony of a cruise ship, alone, reading a book. The Mediterranean would be nice.
2. At Disney
3. At the beach. Any beach will do, as long as it's 80 degrees.
4. In my bed reading a book.

4 Things I Look Forward to This Year:
1. Turning 40! (trying to have a positive attitude)
2. Obsessing about next year's curriculum.
3. Olivia (hopefully) finishing up with speech therapy.
4. I'm sure we'll have a family vacation at some point.

Am I the only one who does this?

Today I was pumping gas in the cold. (Brrrrrrrr) After I had finished, I tapped the nozzle to get out any gas still hanging on the edges. My gas pumping ritual sometimes involves some lifting of the hose along with the tapping. I never thought this was a weird thing to do, until today. A fellow pumping gas nearby looked at me like I was out of my mind. He actually shook his head at me!!! Just for the record: I'm frugal, not cheap. And I was only trying to get all the gas I paid for. So what if it was only 3 drops. It was my three drops, and I was taking them home with me, thank you very much. I always thought this was a pretty normal thing to do, but it's clear my pump-mate didn't think so. Am I a crazed, gas miser, or do other people do this?

Trip to the Dentist..Urrggg!

Today my five year old had a dentist appointment. I've come to dread these. Not because of my daughter's behavior. She's a model patient. It wasn't the behavior of my other two children that I dreaded either. No, it was the behavior of the dental hygienist that I find so disturbing. I take the kids to a pediatric practice with several dentists, and many hygienists. I LOVE the dentist we see. I'm not so fond of the hygienists, however. It starts with the questioning when they call your name. "She can't come by herself?" they ask. They always seem so perturbed that I accompany my children into the room. I really don't get this. They are children, of course they want Mommy there. And by the way, Mommy wants to be there. Especially since they seem to not want the parents around. When Livvy climbed into the chair, the hygienist questioned her. "What grade are you in?"
"Kindergarten," Olivia replied.
"Well, does your mommy stay with you all day at school?" the hygienist asked. I couldn't help but giggle to myself.
Olivia looked at her and replied, "Well, actually, I'm homeschooled." Way to go, Livvy!
"Oh." said the hygienist, clearly disappointed that her attempt at belittling my child had failed.
Olivia had the a "spot" on a molar they were watching from her last visit. I mentioned it to her. Now I'm used to the scrutiny of the pediatric hygienists. They like to talk to you like you're an idiot, and question you about your child's eating habits. Usually, I find this mildly annoying, and somewhat judgemental. In this case, I'm assuming because of her cavity, the questioning was in complete overdrive. I mentioned when she first started, that Olivia had inherited her Dad's soft teeth. She disregarded me, because of course I'm just the mommy, what do I know?
"Does she eat a lot of chewy snacks?" asked the hygienist.
"No" I replied.
"She doesn't eat fruit roll-ups?" she said incredulously.
Hmmm...didn't we just cover this, I was thinking. But I just said, "No, I don't buy them."
She continued her quest to find fault with my parenting, questioning me about every harmful food known to man.
Then came my favorite part. When they put the pink stuff on their teeth, so they can pass judgment on your brushing technique. The hygienist seemed gravely disappointed when there was no major red staining. Score one for Mommy's brushing!
"Well, does she floss?"
"I floss her teeth for her." I replied.
"That's good, she's too small to do it herself." (Thanks for the pointer, I wasn't doing because I enjoy flossing people's teeth!)
Then I was interrogated about Olivia's drinking habits. The horror! I let my child drink OJ with calcium! Apparently I'm a very neglectful parent. You would have thought I said I gave her battery acid! I commented that I was just following my pediatrician's recommendation. Olivia hates milk. Which the hygienist found shocking. Then she asked, in a very disapproving tone, "Well, does she walk around all day with a sippy cup?"
"No, she's five, not two." I stated, in my "you're really starting to annoy me" voice.
She seemed taken aback by my tone. "I'm just trying to figure out why she has a cavity."
She took it down a notch, but continued questioning me and Olivia about her eating and dental hygiene habits. Finally she came to a stunning conclusion. Perhaps it was just genetics, and Olivia inherited soft teeth. "Some people are just more cavity prone than others."
Hmmmm...where have I heard that theory before?

Ever get that scary feeling?

I headed out tonight on a late night ice cream run. It was my first chocolate indulgence of the new year. I figured 3 weeks was long enough, and I deserved a little snack. I was heading to a convenience store on a local two lane road. The speed limit is 40, but most people drive at least 50. Out of the blue, I had a scary feeling, like what would happen if someone hit black ice and hit me? Weird thought. I instictively slowed down. I was just getting to the top of a hill when I saw the first headlights I'd seen since I left my house. Two sets of them actually, and one of them was in my lane! And he was coming at me fast! I hit the brakes and jerked to the right, expecting a big jolt any second. The next thing I know, I realized I was still alive, and the car somehow did not hit me. I'm really not sure how that could have happened, but it did. Thank you, Jesus!

Confessions of a CF Husband: A Love Story

For several days, I've been following this incredible story. I found this brother in Christ's blog through a posting on a homeschool chat site. I've since become addicted, and I don't think an hour has gone by since that I haven't lifted this family up in prayer. It is truly the most amazing love story I've ever heard. A love story first for the Lord, a love for each other, and now a love for their tiny little girl, Gwyneth Rose. The CF husband is Nathan. The love of his life, next to the Lord, is his beautiful wife Tricia. Tricia has CF, cystic fibrosis. She was awaiting a double lung transplant when they discovered little Gwyneth Rose was on the way. As you can imagine, this was a very high risk pregnancy. A few days after Christmas Tricia was admitted to the hospital for treatment for her CF. They were hoping it would be a brief visit. Unfortunately Tricia's condition declined, and they had to make the difficult decision to deliver the baby by C-section on Jan. 8. I believe she was 25 weeks, at the time. Gwyneth was 1lb. 6 oz. at birth. She truly is a miracle child. Tricia is quite ill, on a vent, unable to breath on her own. But the Lord is answering the prayers of thousands around the globe. Both are making progress! Please pray for this incredible family. The baby is amazing, as you'll see from the pictures on his blog. Nathan has done a tremendous job of sharing who Tricia is, an amazing woman. She has a spark in her eye, that just makes you want to be her friend! And Nathan, what a man! His love for his wife and child are overwhelming. I really can't do justice with words. Please pray for his strengthening through this trial. They have a long road ahead. Pray Tricia will continue to improve, and be strong enough to be put back on the transplant list. Pray for continued progress for little Gwyneth Rose. And pray for those who are finding out about a God who loves through the astonishing witness of this family. Here's the blog. Be prepared to become emotionally involved! And pray, pray, pray!

Do I look like Tim LaHaye?

As I may have mentioned, I teach Sunday School to the younger teens at my church. We were just completing a very teacher-friendly curriculum, when I asked the students what they would like to study next. The overwhelming response was: "Revelation." In the words of one of the boys, "Every year we ask for Revelation, and we always end up back in Genesis." I could see his point. And I do love a challenge. I looked high and low for an appropriate youth study on Revelation. I was very excited when I found what looked like a great study. I ordered it, and anxiously awaited its arrival. When it came, I was even more excited. It had great age- appropriate activities, with plenty of life application. One problem: Each session has questions for the kids to answer in small groups relating to the chapter. But there is no answer key!! Not even a suggestion, as to how to steer the conversation. Are you kidding me? Do I look like Tim LaHaye? (No offence to Mr. LaHaye- but I'm hoping I don't look like an eighty year old man!) As I'm sure you're aware, teens ask questions, and lots of them. Nothing like the questions that came my way when I taught the toddler class. The only thing they ever asked was,"More juice?" and "Mama?" Teens ask real questions. And although I'm not afraid to say, "I don't know, I'll look into it.", I'm sure they don't want that to be the bulk of the discussion every week. So, needless to say, I'll be studying Revelation right along with them. Hopefully my Pastor doesn't get too sick of my questions. But in the end I know it will be a blessing to me. In the words of God, Himself:

Blessed is he who reads and those who hear the words of the prophesy, and heed the things which are written in it; for the time is near. Rev. 1:3

At least I know what that verse means.

Duh...

As I've mentioned in previous posts, by youngest daughter receives speech therapy at the local university. She has made wonderful progress! I was getting frustrated this past semester, however, as her progress seemed to stall. She had been working on the vocalic /r/ sound. (like in four and car). She had made such great progress with all the other sounds she worked on, I was afraid we were hitting a wall in her speech. I initially thought it may have been that the other sounds were more visible and easier to teach. You can show a child how to place their tongue to make the /l/ sound, for example. The vocalic /r/ was more difficult to "see". When reading over her most recent progress report, it finally hit me. It said she tended to vowelize this sound. Wait a minute! Doesn't everyone in Rhode Island vowelize the vocalic /r/? How can we expect her to correctly say "car", when all she's ever heard is "cah". Of course she vowelizes this sound! I feel so much better! When she starts up again in a few weeks, I'm going to suggest we just move on. After all, I don't want her to be the only freak in the state that pronounces her Rs!

The 2nd and 3rd most annoying questions...

We all know the first most annoying question. If you homeschool, you've heard it 100 times. If you don't homeschool, you've probably asked it. With the holidays, I had the joy of seeing all those people in our extended circle who feel the need to pass judgement on our parenting decisions. I still remember the look of horror from one of my cousins when she first heard we were planning to educate our own children. "Why would you do such a thing?" It was as though I said we would be keeping them in a closet for the remainder of their lives. I can't imagine ever asking that of someone who chooses traditional schooling for their children. But for some reason people feel perfectly justified to question you about your choices if you homeschool. Which leads me to what I feel are next in line on the annoying scale. "But aren't you worried you won't be able to teach them everything they need to know? How can you be sure to teach them everything?" (Because as you know, the government schools are doing such a great job.) I wonder if people realize when they ask me this, that they are essentially calling me a moron. Or perhaps they are the morons. I mean come on...my kids are in elementary school, I think I can handle it! The third question that really irritates me can, at times, be harmless curiosity. It's all in the tone of voice. Usually the question is preceded by a pat on the back. "That's great you homeschool." Then comes the question, annoying depending on the tone. "But how long do you plan on continuing? You're not going to homeschool for High School, are you?" What they're really saying is: "That's cute, but how long are you going to carry on with this foolishness?" I'm thinking that's really none of your business! You small-minded nincompoop! If it was up to my son, we'll be homeschooling for a long time. He just asked me yesterday if he could homeschool for college. I told him "No". (He doesn't know yet about online degrees, and I'd like to keep it that way for now.)
Well, that's my rant for the day. I feel better now. Off to go ruin my children's lives some more!

You know you're a homeschooler when...

Today I stopped by my local library to pick up a book. I was chatting with the librarian at the front desk, when I heard the head Librarian call from the next room: "Is that Julie?" Yes, I'm there so often that not only do all the librarians know my name, and my kid's names, they can also recognize my voice! Not only that, but they're pretty on top of what my family is currently studying, and will often recommend books without me having to ask. You gotta love living in a small town!

My weirdness

I've been tagged my Stephanie to reveal 5 weird things about myself, so here goes:

1. When alone in the car, I crank up the tunes, and sing very loudly. (And very badly). I've been known to have trouble keeping both hands on the wheel while doing so. I also crank up the tunes and dance around my kitchen like a maniac when no one is around. Sometimes I even have a pretend microphone. I hope it sounds good to the Lord, since I know it doesn't sound so great to the human ear.

2. I've discovered that I have mixed dominance. I'm left-handed, but my right eye is dominant. In some people this can cause writing problems, or dyslexia. I have neither, but a serious left/right problem. Never trust my directions, as I'm likely to say right, when I really mean left. In college, my parents once ended up in a very bad section of Boston because they followed my directions. My husband always jokes that if we're ever in a situation driving, and he yells "Go left", in order to save our family from an accident, we'll all be meeting Jesus. That's why he does most of the driving.

3. I have hazel eyes, but as a child I had a pie-shaped wedge in one eye that was green. It still appears every now and then. Even weirder, I have a niece, also named Julie, that has the same pie-shaped wedge thing going on.

4. I homeschool my children, and attend a Baptist church. I don't think this is weird, but a lot of other people apparently think so. (I live in RI, after all, and I'm the only person in my family that is not Catholic.)

5. I not so secretly wish I was born in a different century. I envy Ma Ingalls, and daydream about being a pioneer woman. My husband doesn't think I'd last a day, but I think he underestimates me.

So there it is: my weirdness. I'm tagging Kysha, and Brooke Lorren. So let's hear it, how weird are you?

Don't try this at home...

Speaking of bikinis...I did a very foolish thing today. I was cleaning out a drawer and came across a bikini I bought for my honeymoon, many moons ago. I had a momentary lapse in judgement and decided to try it on. Big mistake! The top, when I finally managed to get it partially clasped, looked downright obscene. The bottom...well, have you ever seen a pregnant woman in a bikini and thought: "That's just too much information." That was me, except of course, I'm not actually pregnant. Perhaps the bikini could serve as a weight loss motivation. Not that I'd ever actually go out in public in one. I'm far too conservative for that. Not to mention too old. The good news is that I've managed to remain Snickers-free so far in 2008! And although I haven't lost any weight, I didn't gain back the 2 pounds I lost from the stomach flu. Maybe there is hope after all.

Bikini, anyone?

This afternoon we set out for the homeschool theater group my girls are involved in. It's free, if you don't count the gas. It's about a 35 minute drive, which by RI standards is very, very far. I was about 20 minutes into the drive when my cell phone rang. It was the teen who runs the group calling to tell me there was no theater today. Okay, there's $5.00 in gas I'll never get back. I decided to make the best of the situation and try to get a little shopping done. During the last snowstorm I realized Rachel desperately needed new boots. It seems she doesn't like having to scrunch up her toes to fit into her old ones. I knew it might be a little late to find these, but I didn't realize how late. I knew we were in trouble when the first thing I saw when we walked into Target was bikinis. Okay, it's 10 degrees out, who in their right mind is going to buy a bathing suit this time of year? As we walked through the store I saw rack after rack of shorts and summer clothes. Have I entered a time-warp? I thought it was January, but maybe I'm mistaken. When we got to the shoe department, I noticed a lovely assortment of sandals and flip-flops. It wasn't looking good. Then I spotted the row that said, "Family Boots." I got a little excited. That didn't last long. The racks were empty, except 7 pairs of boots. (yes, I counted) 5 were Men's, and 2 were in toddler sizes. Bummer! I know I should have bought them earlier, but with Disney and Christmas, I just kept putting it off. I guess I learned my lesson. Next year I'll be better prepared, and buy them in July.

Happy New Year!

This year I decided to make a New Year's Resolution. I've avoided these in the past. They always seem to lead to guilt, anyway. So why bother? But this year I have the big 4-0 coming up. I decided it was time to lose the baby fat now, or it's probably never going to happen. My oldest is hitting double digits this year, and the baby is learning to read, so I'm running out of excuses for the belly I've been carrying around. I have a fool proof plan. Cut out the Snickers, (or at least cut back), and start exercising. I can do this! Well, yesterday, the first day of 2008, I failed miserably. Although I didn't run out to the store for a Snickers, I also didn't do anything that can be called exercise. I don't think turning the pages of a book really count. And yet, I managed to lose 2 pounds already! How you ask? The old-fashioned way. I awoke at 1:30am with a strange, yet familiar feeling. Yep, the stomach flu! Only 13 pounds to go! See how God can use all things for good? Even vomiting. Maybe I'll start exercising tomorrow, if a miracle happens and the kids aren't up all night sick. Now I'm off to nibble on some Saltines and Ginger-Ale. Hope your New Year is off to a better start!