Blocking

Well, I did it. I blocked someone on Facebook. It wasn't the first time, and I am sure it won't be the last time. But it was the first time I've blocked a sibling. I had to do it. I was feeling stressed anytime I saw her post anything. I don't want to offend her, but I can't worry about that. The anxiety she was causing made it necessary.

It's almost like she was following me around on FB friending anyone I had friended that she knew, too. So. Now I don't have to worry about it b/c I won't know.

And I'm dealing with enough anxiety right now. I leave Friday morning; I'll drive myself to Pittsburgh and park in extended parking for $8/day. That's definitely cheaper than DH driving me there and then picking me up next Tuesday. The thought of flying to the other end of the country by myself is starting to bother me. Baby is not doing well with the idea, either. She cries when I mention it. I don't talk to her about it to make her upset, but b/c she needs to know that I'm leaving (and coming back). She and Little Boy will do fine with Daddy.

I need to get to bed. I've been fighting a headache all day. It's weather, pollen or stress. Or all three combined.

Coloring Eggs

The kids are coloring eggs. I know it's fun. I loved coloring eggs when I was a kid. In fact, after they are done and in bed, I have a couple to color myself. But like all messy "crafts", I get freaked out about the possibility for an HUGE mess. I make the kids take off their clothes (except undies of course) and sit on the kitchen floor with the color cups on a sheet pan on top of newspaper.

Poor kids.

Sigh.

Easter really snuck up on me this year. I tried to get into it. I bought stuff for their baskets yesterday. And I got the last minute clothing necessities - little white cardigan and tights for Baby, new dress shirt for Little Boy... I am looking forward to being done with tomorrow. But I'm getting nervous for the end of the week when I go to WA.

I need to find the disc for my song for tomorrow. I'm going to run through it and see if I have enough voice to power through it. I've been taking Benadryl to dry up the drainage, and I may have saved my voice. We'll see.

Happy, Blessed Easter everyone!

PS - So the dye cups are still on the floor on trays. I need to move them so that I can dye my eggs. But Baby was trying to get into the kitchen. I asked her to not come into the kitchen. Twice. And then when she pushed past me, I raised my voice. She ran into the living room crying. "You just hurt my last feeling." I told her, "You've been on my last nerve, so now we're even!"

My husband was standing in the kitchen laughing.

We are so looking forward to her being a teenager.

NOT.

Baseball!

Reece's Rainbow

I found out about this organization that facilitates international adoptions of Down's Syndrome babies and babies with HIV. http://reecesrainbow.org/ I am drawn to it because of the desperation of each child's situation.

One family trying to adopt a little boy has been turned down by a R*ss*an judge. Not because there was anything wrong with the family. The judge has decided that they should adopt a child that is healthy. This child isn't worth it. My heart breaks. The family is appealing, but they are heartbroken. They had to leave their son and come back to the States.

Pray with me that God will intervene. That the judge will change her mind, or that God will replace the judge.

God knows, the family knows, I know, and you know that child is worth it. He is so worth it.

Things I would miss

if I was not homeschooling...

Baby standing on the couch, flapping her arms like a chicken dancing and singing along with the Bubble Guppies.

LOL

Peculiar?

Good news!

God does NOT want you to be a freak show!

Since I can remember, I've heard that we as Christians are to be a peculiar people. 10 times out of 10 it's been used in the context that God wants us to be different. In some cases it's been used to justify forcing standards on us that cause us to look weird in the world's eyes.

Ahem. Just last night in our Bible study, Pastor Dave talked about this. I didn't have the heart (or the nerve?) to correct him.

A couple weeks ago, I looked the word "peculiar" up in my big KJV. And then I looked at a couple different versions. And then I looked it up in the Strong's concordance. The meaning of the word peculiar in 1611 is not the same meaning as it carries now. When we think of something being peculiar, we think at best it's unique, and at worst we think it's freaky. But the word peculiar used to mean an object that should be treasured. God looks at us as a treasured possession!

Isn't that a relief! Doesn't that make more sense? He told us that people will know we're Christians by our ugly culottes super-short hair skirts that go to the ankle love for one another.

Pretty cool, I think.

Lemmings

This should probably be on my other blog, but I'm just going to vent here a little.

I get so tired of people who do not bother to think for themselves. I work very hard to not take what people say as gospel. That might sound cynical, but people don't always get things right. So I listen. And I research. And I ask questions from people I trust. And I research some more. And I make a decision based on those things. Like I said. I do not blindly believe what people say about issues or events. There is a very short list of people I'd consult.

Recently I found a blog that deals with many issues that I grew up with. And much of it I can relate to. But there is an air of bitterness there. People who were not allowed to think for themselves now follow the loudest bitter voice. I have plenty to question. I have plenty to re-examine. But I am a bit irritated at the moment.

I've come to the conclusion that lemmings are lemmings.

Lemmings don't care what cliff they're jumping off. They're happy to follow right over the edge.

Is it Monday yet?

Or at least Sunday afternoon?

I guess I'm a little impatient to get this vote thing over with. I was talking with someone last night (Baby's baseball coach's wife). I asked what she thought of the candidate we had in. She said she likes our interim pastor.

So I wonder what everyone else is thinking/feeling.

I honestly don't have a strong preference between the two. I think the candidate was def. more educated, and younger with more energy. I had to remind the lady that the interim had not put in for the job. But no matter what we do, I'll be ok. I just want it over with already.

Again

Here it is 4 am and I'm awake - again. I went to bed before 12 but woke up a couple hours ago with acid reflux problems. DH was up changing Little Boy's bedding. :( And Little Boy had to have a fairly big shot b/c his sugar was 357. I have to fax his numbers to the endo and get things straightened out.

About 10 years ago, I found a site and book that made me feel like I really wasn't crazy. I honestly think my mom has borderline personality disorder. When I read the posts and I read the book, it was like they had been living in my house.

Recently, I found a site that made me feel that way again. I find that I am a lot less "fundy" and probably a little bit "mental". lol But I read the blog and forum posts and it is like I grew up with these people. Or most of them, anyway. It is strangely comforting.

Well. I should try to get back to bed. I have a lot to do later today. Hopefully, I don't have to get up b/c of acid reflux again. Really unpleasant.

Lunch

It's been too long since I cooked. I've fixed meals - frozen or processed. But today I made these turkey burgers. My husband likes them better than homemade burgers from ground beef, and my picky children love them. Even Baby. I did adjust the measurements to 5 servings.

I've been trying Full Bars. I think I like them. I eat one 1/2 hour before my lunch or supper. I drink a glass of water. And then I eat supper. But I'm fairly full at the start, and I eat less. And I can go until the next mealtime without feeling hungry or needing to snack. The bars are puffed wheat, with protein powders and a chocolate sauce or peanut butter sauce.

They aren't yummy enough to tempt one to eat them outside of the necessary time. :) But they aren't so yucky as to make one not want to eat them, either. I only bought a couple boxes last week. They aren't cheap. But diet plans/foods aren't cheap. And they seem to be working for me.

So I'll give them a try and see what happens.

INSOMNIA

ugh. It's 5 am, and I'm just now feeling tired.

I don't know if it was the iced coffee I had (I think it was caffeine free, but I'm probably wrong) or the mini blizzard I ate tonight w/peanut butter cups in it.

Regardless, my leg pain kept me awake. And my finger. I hurt my middle finger on my right hand, and I am not sure how. The middle knuckle hurts when I lift things or hold things like a pitcher or milk jug or computer...

I don't know what to do. It doesn't hurt to type, but I can't bend it all the way. I will probably wait to see how it does.

I think I'll go crawl into bed...

It could be a very long day.

Rude men

who think they're funny make me mad.

A couple weeks ago I wrote about how a small group of men/people were talking when I came in on a Sunday night. The deacon's wife announced that she'd just be bold, and started asking me questions in a rude way.

Well, FF to this past Friday evening. A group of us met at church to clean up, and set up for the dinner to be held on Saturday night for the pastoral candidate and his family. I was in the bathroom cleaning, and the deacon (whose wife went after me) was saying we should do the basement floor that night. He was joking. The plan is to put garage floor paint on our basement floor, and it takes a while to set up. Someone asked if he had bought the stuff to do it. He said he hadn't; it needed to be brought up in the business meeting next week b/c it was above the $ amount set in the constitution. Then he jokingly said that he hadn't b/c no one had told him what color to buy. (Two colors had been discussed.)

This old guy who makes snotty comments about my husband and me says, "Besides. You'd better run it through the Ladies' Fellowship first anyway." I said from in the bathroom, "I heard that." I came out and looked at him, and said, "That was snotty." He laughed, "That's just my personality." I should have not responded; or I wish I had said something different. But I was mad. I told him it was my personality to confront. I wish I had told him that that was immature, or something else. I don't know. This guy sits on his butt and directs others, and then takes credit. And when he is given a responsibility, he drops the ball. Then later, a couple of the men were sitting down chatting. This guy said he was having a difficult time being excited about the weekend (the candidate coming.) I said from across the hall that maybe he needed to be praying that the Lord would give him an attitude adjustment. Our interim pastor laughed. But I feel like maybe HE was the one who should have been saying it.

Why can't I just keep my mouth shut?

I like them

I like the pastoral candidate and his wife. Now to see if the boy, I mean, man can preach. :)

Insulin, email and other things

So we got the shipment of Little Boy's Humalog last week (or the week before, I can't remember). But when DH opened it, it didn't seem as cold as it should have. He called the insurance company, who recommended we try it and see if there were any problems.

When it came time to open a new vial, DH decided to use the newer, "warm" insulin. And we've had high numbers. So today his lunch number was in the 290s and I opened another vial - an older one. Now we're interested to see what his number is tonight.

I tried to get into my email today. The company has merged a couple services, and since mine is a sub-account something happened and I can't get into it. I need to get a phone number, to call a place that hasn't shipped a case of alcohol wipes that I ordered in January?

It's snowing here. Again. "It's Spring!" ha! "April Fool's!" Little Boy's ball practice has been cancelled. He's supposed to have practice Tuesday night. Unless it snows.

Baby fell off her chair at lunch. This is like her 3rd crash/wipe-out in as many days. She and Little Boy were jumping on her bed yesterday, and she fell off the bed and landed on her back. She's still complaining that it aches. Back to the chair. I told her that that wouldn't have happened if she had been sitting correctly. That I've never seen someone sitting correctly in their chair just fly across the room. She laughed and then went back to crying.

Little Boy still hates school. But today a book came in the mail. "Mud!" We looked at the pictures and tried to figure out what was happening. Then he read it. And laughed. And finished by saying, "That was an easy book." I'm hoping that if I can find some more easy books that make him laugh he'll keep it up.

April 1st

I tried to explain April Fool's Day to my 5 and 7 year olds. They don't get it. We're not much into playing jokes on each other here.

It's been a busy week, and it's going to continue right on through the weekend.

Yesterday was haircuts for all of us, and last night I took Baby to ballet and out to eat while Daddy and Little Boy went to get their haircuts.

Tonight is cleaning and setting up at the church for the dinner tomorrow night. I'll take Baby with me while Daddy takes Little Boy to his first baseball practice. Maybe. It's been so cold, they've cancelled the last two practices b/c of snow.

Tomorrow Daddy meets with the pulpit committee and the candidate, and in the evening we have the dinner. I also have to get the bulletin done.

Sunday is church. SS, AM and PM. I'm just glad it's Daddy's long weekend off and he'll be there to help me out and to lead the service. And I'm thankful Tina will be there to teach children's church so I will get to be in the service for the message.

Monday is recuperation day.