Funny bit of words I actually muttered to a dear friend last night.....
"We didn't even know him the first time we met him."
Really? Hmmmm.
I'm getting old.
~H
Friday, June 5, 2009
Fire's Gone....Now what?
I'm pretty sure they are going to rebuild. Thought you might like some pictures of the aftermath. These are from April, a few days after.
Thursday, June 4, 2009
Notre Dame.....I Know, Old News
So, I'm a little behind on opinions and such. Here's a great post by Fr. Z on the Notre Dame crapola that Frurer Obama was a part of.
Go read it. You know you want to.
I know it's old news, but I drank a cup of Darjeerling Tea at my friend, laurazim's, this evening and it's caffinated and I'm on a roll and I am putting up all the stuff on my blog that I have wanted to put up for weeks.
So there.
Go read it. You know you want to.
I know it's old news, but I drank a cup of Darjeerling Tea at my friend, laurazim's, this evening and it's caffinated and I'm on a roll and I am putting up all the stuff on my blog that I have wanted to put up for weeks.
So there.
Tickle Me
Jennit over at One Thing is having a Very Funny contest to win the coveted "You Tickle Me" award. Ok, I'll bite. Here's her poll questions with my answers:
1. Who can make you laugh the hardest (someone you personally know)?
My friend Justin, whom I haven't seen in almost 4 years. The first time my husband and I met him he had us peeing our pants. Really.
2. Who has the most contagious laugh (of those you know personally)? Gotta be My Lovey (see sidebar)
3. What is the funniest movie you’ve ever seen?
Hmmm. You're making me think real hard. That's not so easy after you've had some kids. Boondock Saints. "....some huge freakin' guy cereal crushed him..." Hahahahahahaha!!!
4. Who is your favorite comedian?
Jeff Dunham. Hands down. Try not to laugh. I dare you.
5. What’s the funniest cartoon you’ve ever seen?
Animaniacs. Pinky & The Brain.
6. What’s your favorite comic strip?
Garfield. Duh. (I used to have a Garfield tattoo. My very first professional tattoo that I got when I was 16. Unfortunately, it was sacrificed when I decided to get my sleeve.)
I cannot find a copy of the strip I'd like to paste here. But I do remember it. Jon gets a call from a woman who dialed a wrong number and asks here if she'd like to turn it into a "right number" and go on a date with him. And she says yes! Turns out Bertha is a little overweight. Jon tries to think of something nice to say and finally says, "My, your teeth are round." She replies, "I eat a lot." Garfield says/thinks, "You don't say."
Hee hee.
7. What’s your favorite joke?
If I put that on my blog, I will lose readers. :) It has something to do with a bad way to spend Easter.
8. Here’s a link to something that will make you laugh: You betcha.
9. What was the last thing you laughed at so hard you cried?
Flower. She had filled her pants with some rather potent poo. I layed her down and pulled off her pants. As I opened her diaper I asked her, "Did you poop?" She replied, "Holy Crap!" This is when I realized that maybe I had used this phrase a little too often when changing her.
My husband and two sons were also on my bed at the time (where I was changing her). I looked over and my husband had actually picked up a wipe and put it over his nose so that he wouldn't smell the poo. I am actually laughing right now just thinking of him laying there with his face all caboogled up and contorted.
Reminds me of this:
Which also made me cry and still does everytime I see it!!
10. Got a funny photo? Show me!
1. Who can make you laugh the hardest (someone you personally know)?
My friend Justin, whom I haven't seen in almost 4 years. The first time my husband and I met him he had us peeing our pants. Really.
2. Who has the most contagious laugh (of those you know personally)? Gotta be My Lovey (see sidebar)
3. What is the funniest movie you’ve ever seen?
Hmmm. You're making me think real hard. That's not so easy after you've had some kids. Boondock Saints. "....some huge freakin' guy cereal crushed him..." Hahahahahahaha!!!
4. Who is your favorite comedian?
Jeff Dunham. Hands down. Try not to laugh. I dare you.
5. What’s the funniest cartoon you’ve ever seen?
Animaniacs. Pinky & The Brain.
6. What’s your favorite comic strip?
Garfield. Duh. (I used to have a Garfield tattoo. My very first professional tattoo that I got when I was 16. Unfortunately, it was sacrificed when I decided to get my sleeve.)
I cannot find a copy of the strip I'd like to paste here. But I do remember it. Jon gets a call from a woman who dialed a wrong number and asks here if she'd like to turn it into a "right number" and go on a date with him. And she says yes! Turns out Bertha is a little overweight. Jon tries to think of something nice to say and finally says, "My, your teeth are round." She replies, "I eat a lot." Garfield says/thinks, "You don't say."
Hee hee.
7. What’s your favorite joke?
If I put that on my blog, I will lose readers. :) It has something to do with a bad way to spend Easter.
8. Here’s a link to something that will make you laugh: You betcha.
9. What was the last thing you laughed at so hard you cried?
Flower. She had filled her pants with some rather potent poo. I layed her down and pulled off her pants. As I opened her diaper I asked her, "Did you poop?" She replied, "Holy Crap!" This is when I realized that maybe I had used this phrase a little too often when changing her.
My husband and two sons were also on my bed at the time (where I was changing her). I looked over and my husband had actually picked up a wipe and put it over his nose so that he wouldn't smell the poo. I am actually laughing right now just thinking of him laying there with his face all caboogled up and contorted.
Reminds me of this:
Which also made me cry and still does everytime I see it!!
10. Got a funny photo? Show me!
More Pictures
Just 'cause I know there is at least one person reading this blog who hasn't seen us in over a year. :)
I will assume my husband and not some random stranger snapped this pick of us sleeping.
And here's My Lovey sleeping on My Love.
And this is my princess. She's too precious for words.
We Like Strawberries
Yes, we played with them for a while. But then, we started to chow.
"I'll get you my pretty, and your little seeds too!"
Or maybe your sourness will get me. Soooooo good.
Stop taking my picture, Mom.
Fine. Here's a cute face for you!
"I'll get you my pretty, and your little seeds too!"
Or maybe your sourness will get me. Soooooo good.
Stop taking my picture, Mom.
Fine. Here's a cute face for you!
So, uh, lady? You gonna give me a bath or what?
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
Monday, June 1, 2009
Special Delivery
Note: I started this post a few days ago.....I don't have nearly the memory I used to have and therefore you will see that there is a point where I shorten the story and, ahem, get to the point.
I finally made it to a birth. The last actual, live birth I was there for was my dear friend C.'s last baby boy born 7 years ago.
I watch a lot of birth videos. I see a lot of pictures. But to actually be there as one of God's new beings enters this world and leaves the warmth and comfort of his mother's womb is truly amazing.
I got the call around 3pm that my help was needed. The midwife I work with has two other assistants and neither of them were available. I made a bunch of phone calls to find someone responsible and suitable to watch my children and finally arrived at The Victorian House (our country doctor clinic in rural midwest, where the MD lives in the upstairs of the house with her family and the first floor is her office/clinc/birthing center, etc.) around 5pm to help with the delivery.
The mother, R., was so calm I wasn't even sure she was in labor. Her husband, E., was a little restless, feeling like maybe he should have stayed home to do chores. This was not my first experience with the Amish community, but it was my first birth with them. Eventually E ended up going out and push-mowing the lawn. We all, including his wife, found it amusing.
R's contractions seemed to pick up. I spent my time rubbing her lower back during them and then talking with her between them. We all had a good chuckle at E outside with the push mower. She told me about her other children. She had 6 girls and 4 boys at home. I saw in her chart that this was her 13th pregnancy and 2 of her children had been called back to God before she got a chance to meet them.
We were all wondering out loud if the baby would be a boy or girl. I have so far only helped with girl babies. All the newborn exams and home visits I've done have been with girls. My teacher, C., said that if R wanted a boy I better leave. :)
C decided we better get set up as it really seemed that the baby would be here soon. R's contractions were getting stronger and she was feeling pushy. I went outside to call E in. I kept rubbing R's back as C got us set up for the birth, bringing out a bin to catch the placenta, warm blankets for the baby, sterile sissors to clamp and cut the cord, absorbant pads to lay under R, the birth chair (should R want to use it), and some towels.
R decided to change into her house coat, which is like a robe, in between contractions. E was supporting her and holding her hand. C and I finished setting everything up and R was standing and pushing while leaning up against the wall. We moved some pads under her and thought maybe C'd catch the baby right there. But between the next two contractions, we all helped R move onto the birth chair.
The strength of this woman was really something to behold.
Long story short (this is where I am starting again), there is a new baby girl. She was out in 7 minutes flat. She is the 11th baby in the family, the 7th girl. Her name is Kathryn, and she has the longest and thickest hair I have ever seen on a baby. She is a strong nurser and is loved dearly by her parents. She has Down Syndrome.
My thoughts as I drove R home with her new baby daughter (C stayed behind to do paperwork and E took the buggy home a little earlier) were that God gave this family, and this baby, a wonderful blessing. He knew that if this baby was born to this family she would live and be loved. Her parents would accept her, their role in His plan, and her role in their lives.
Beautiful.
Had she been given to a different set of parents, things could have ended differently. I'm not saying that they FOR SURE would have, but very possibly. If a "modern"-type couple had conceived this child and had opted for the most state-of-the-art testing now recommended for all pregnant women the chances of this baby even surviving past 20 weeks gestation in the safety of her mother's womb would have been around 10% (90% of parents who are told their unborn child has Down Syndrome choose to kill their baby).
And did I mention she is the cutest baby? Seriously. I could die from the big squishy lovefest that is her cheeks.
I finally made it to a birth. The last actual, live birth I was there for was my dear friend C.'s last baby boy born 7 years ago.
I watch a lot of birth videos. I see a lot of pictures. But to actually be there as one of God's new beings enters this world and leaves the warmth and comfort of his mother's womb is truly amazing.
I got the call around 3pm that my help was needed. The midwife I work with has two other assistants and neither of them were available. I made a bunch of phone calls to find someone responsible and suitable to watch my children and finally arrived at The Victorian House (our country doctor clinic in rural midwest, where the MD lives in the upstairs of the house with her family and the first floor is her office/clinc/birthing center, etc.) around 5pm to help with the delivery.
The mother, R., was so calm I wasn't even sure she was in labor. Her husband, E., was a little restless, feeling like maybe he should have stayed home to do chores. This was not my first experience with the Amish community, but it was my first birth with them. Eventually E ended up going out and push-mowing the lawn. We all, including his wife, found it amusing.
R's contractions seemed to pick up. I spent my time rubbing her lower back during them and then talking with her between them. We all had a good chuckle at E outside with the push mower. She told me about her other children. She had 6 girls and 4 boys at home. I saw in her chart that this was her 13th pregnancy and 2 of her children had been called back to God before she got a chance to meet them.
We were all wondering out loud if the baby would be a boy or girl. I have so far only helped with girl babies. All the newborn exams and home visits I've done have been with girls. My teacher, C., said that if R wanted a boy I better leave. :)
C decided we better get set up as it really seemed that the baby would be here soon. R's contractions were getting stronger and she was feeling pushy. I went outside to call E in. I kept rubbing R's back as C got us set up for the birth, bringing out a bin to catch the placenta, warm blankets for the baby, sterile sissors to clamp and cut the cord, absorbant pads to lay under R, the birth chair (should R want to use it), and some towels.
R decided to change into her house coat, which is like a robe, in between contractions. E was supporting her and holding her hand. C and I finished setting everything up and R was standing and pushing while leaning up against the wall. We moved some pads under her and thought maybe C'd catch the baby right there. But between the next two contractions, we all helped R move onto the birth chair.
The strength of this woman was really something to behold.
Long story short (this is where I am starting again), there is a new baby girl. She was out in 7 minutes flat. She is the 11th baby in the family, the 7th girl. Her name is Kathryn, and she has the longest and thickest hair I have ever seen on a baby. She is a strong nurser and is loved dearly by her parents. She has Down Syndrome.
My thoughts as I drove R home with her new baby daughter (C stayed behind to do paperwork and E took the buggy home a little earlier) were that God gave this family, and this baby, a wonderful blessing. He knew that if this baby was born to this family she would live and be loved. Her parents would accept her, their role in His plan, and her role in their lives.
Beautiful.
Had she been given to a different set of parents, things could have ended differently. I'm not saying that they FOR SURE would have, but very possibly. If a "modern"-type couple had conceived this child and had opted for the most state-of-the-art testing now recommended for all pregnant women the chances of this baby even surviving past 20 weeks gestation in the safety of her mother's womb would have been around 10% (90% of parents who are told their unborn child has Down Syndrome choose to kill their baby).
And did I mention she is the cutest baby? Seriously. I could die from the big squishy lovefest that is her cheeks.
Friday, May 29, 2009
Word to My Homegirl
Guest columnist Aquanetta joins us today. She is tough, straight from the hood, loves her baby daddy and all her baby daddy kids. It may take a moment for you to comprehend her venacular, but it is well worth it.
Let's she what she has to say today.......
Giiiiirrrrl,
If I said it a million times, I done tol' my baby daddy kiz to leave me alon'. It be time fo' my tea. Wha? You think jus' 'cause a girl in da hood she don' nee no tea. Lemme tells you, a cup o' tea can be very relaxing.
Today dis cup o tea gonna remine me to take it easy. Iz need tuh relax. Iz need to slow down. Iz needz tuh not kill my baby daddy kiz.
Dey really buggin me ri now. Iz wants to shows dem jus how bothered dey makes me. Iz like tryin to nail jello to a danggone tree, I teh you.
Just 'cause we iz don' wit lunch dont mean we gotta run all over da house like a bunch uh hooligans. We dont need tuh yell an' scream like wez got no class. Iz wanna tell dem, if yous want tuh scream I can give you sumtin ta scream about. But I is too nice for dat. I jus' letdem yell an' carry on whiles I sit here wit my cup o' luv.
Sho is good to have a cup o luv. You knows you wish you had sum luv too.
I tink doz baby daddy kiz need sum chores to keep dem busy. I done tol' you.
Aquanette
Be sure to tune in next time as Aquanetta enlightens us with her prose.
Let's she what she has to say today.......
Giiiiirrrrl,
If I said it a million times, I done tol' my baby daddy kiz to leave me alon'. It be time fo' my tea. Wha? You think jus' 'cause a girl in da hood she don' nee no tea. Lemme tells you, a cup o' tea can be very relaxing.
Today dis cup o tea gonna remine me to take it easy. Iz need tuh relax. Iz need to slow down. Iz needz tuh not kill my baby daddy kiz.
Dey really buggin me ri now. Iz wants to shows dem jus how bothered dey makes me. Iz like tryin to nail jello to a danggone tree, I teh you.
Just 'cause we iz don' wit lunch dont mean we gotta run all over da house like a bunch uh hooligans. We dont need tuh yell an' scream like wez got no class. Iz wanna tell dem, if yous want tuh scream I can give you sumtin ta scream about. But I is too nice for dat. I jus' letdem yell an' carry on whiles I sit here wit my cup o' luv.
Sho is good to have a cup o luv. You knows you wish you had sum luv too.
I tink doz baby daddy kiz need sum chores to keep dem busy. I done tol' you.
Aquanette
Be sure to tune in next time as Aquanetta enlightens us with her prose.
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
God Will Provide
I am passing this award to God Will Provide. If you haven't read it yet, you should. Her blog is lovely, full of pretty pictures of her babe, yummy recipes, beautiful stories, and instightful prose.
~H
Sunday, May 24, 2009
Blog Award? Me?
Karyn over at The Teakettle Corner has given me (ME!) a blog award.
I am so humbled. And amazed. This is just the boost I need to keep blogging.
Stay tuned as I give this award away to some of my favorite blogs. And go visit Karyn. :)
~H
Friday, May 22, 2009
Put It Away
Why is this phrase so hard to understand?
When I see the deer in the headlights look in my childrens' eyes when I utter this verbiage I wonder if maybe, somewhere, back in their developing minds an idiot savant is reasonably questioning me thinking, "Where is this unreachable place, Away, that you speak of?"
Sometimes, I just want toram their heads prop open their eyeballs ask them how they can possible live here and still not know where Away is.
From Dictionary.com: (28th definition for "put" under verb phrases)
put away - to put in the designated place for storage
I am going to print signs in the largest font an 8x11 can handle, laminate them, and place them on every wall in the house:
PUT AWAY = PUT IN THE DESIGNATED PLACE FOR STORAGE
Then I am going to have to draw little pictures in crayon for my non-readers.
"Oh, look Flower, Mommy mad that in RED crayon. She must really mean it this time."
~H
When I see the deer in the headlights look in my childrens' eyes when I utter this verbiage I wonder if maybe, somewhere, back in their developing minds an idiot savant is reasonably questioning me thinking, "Where is this unreachable place, Away, that you speak of?"
Sometimes, I just want to
From Dictionary.com: (28th definition for "put" under verb phrases)
put away - to put in the designated place for storage
I am going to print signs in the largest font an 8x11 can handle, laminate them, and place them on every wall in the house:
PUT AWAY = PUT IN THE DESIGNATED PLACE FOR STORAGE
Then I am going to have to draw little pictures in crayon for my non-readers.
"Oh, look Flower, Mommy mad that in RED crayon. She must really mean it this time."
~H
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
The Devil's Masterpiece
Credit for this wonderful article due to Human Life International President, Fr. Euteneuer
http://www.hli.org/
Abortion: The Devil's Masterpiece
A few weeks ago, I visited Leroy Carhart's partial birth abortion mill in Omaha, NE and beheld for a few uncomfortable moments a totally repulsive center of human wickedness. Just looking at the dilapidated former car repair garage turned into baby-killing factory and the squalor of the entire surrounding area, I could not help but notice that the evil of abortion degrades everything that it touches.
Abortion is not only a social plague; it is also the spiritual negation of God's entire plan for man's happiness and eternal welfare. Whenever God says "Yes" to life and fertility the devil yells a resounding "No!"
Abortion's spiritual power is its perfect violation of all the commandments.
First of all, most abortions are the result of sins against the sixth or ninth commandments (adultery/fornication/lust). Abortion is certainly a sin against the fifth commandment prohibiting murder. Likewise, it violates the third commandment because the vast majority of babies are killed on abortion's heaviest business days, Saturdays (the Sabbath). Abortion is also a reversal of the fourth commandment where father and mother "dishonor" the child in the most heinous way and, in doing so, curse the holiness of God (second commandment) which is manifested in the only creature made in His "image and likeness."
As a false religion, abortion is a violation of the first commandment forbidding the worship of any other gods but the Lord, and this religion is undoubtedly fed through a highly sophisticated system of falsehoods and deceits (eighth commandment) which lead women into the abortion chambers.
Furthermore, abortion literally steals (seventh commandment) both our personal and national futures by depriving us of children! Anyone concerned about the present immigration issue should remember that the presence of more than 40 million Hispanic immigrants in this country tracks the destruction of 47 million of our own children by abortion since the Roe death decision.
The saying, "nature abhors a vacuum" is as true in demographics as it is in physics.
Finally, the tenth commandment (coveting our neighbor's goods) is about the capital sin of greed, the very thing that drives so many of the abortionists to do the killing work. Abortionists often claim to hate abortion, but they love the money behind it.
Abortion is like a huge spiritual vortex of sin pulling people into it, and even the Church can be compromised by this evil too. Most of the sins listed above are sins of commission, but the Church's sins are generally sins of omission, which abortion inspires - the terrible silence of the clergy on this topic, heretical "Catholic" politicians who are never disciplined by bishops, the easy justification of abortion by Catholic educators, the moral compromise by Catholic medical personnel on abortifacient contraception and sterilizations, etc. I am sure the devil just laughs and pats himself on the back when he sees the Church, that has the spiritual power to undo "all his work and all his empty promises," sitting back and pretending that abortion is a non-issue.
All of this is to point out that abortion is a spiritual power that negates God's plan for love, life and the family. It not only destroys bodies but destroys souls, which from the point of view of eternity, represents the devil's greatest masterpiece of evil.
Sincerely Yours in Christ,
Rev. Thomas J. Euteneuer
President, Human Life International
http://www.hli.org/
Abortion: The Devil's Masterpiece
A few weeks ago, I visited Leroy Carhart's partial birth abortion mill in Omaha, NE and beheld for a few uncomfortable moments a totally repulsive center of human wickedness. Just looking at the dilapidated former car repair garage turned into baby-killing factory and the squalor of the entire surrounding area, I could not help but notice that the evil of abortion degrades everything that it touches.
Abortion is not only a social plague; it is also the spiritual negation of God's entire plan for man's happiness and eternal welfare. Whenever God says "Yes" to life and fertility the devil yells a resounding "No!"
Abortion's spiritual power is its perfect violation of all the commandments.
First of all, most abortions are the result of sins against the sixth or ninth commandments (adultery/fornication/lust). Abortion is certainly a sin against the fifth commandment prohibiting murder. Likewise, it violates the third commandment because the vast majority of babies are killed on abortion's heaviest business days, Saturdays (the Sabbath). Abortion is also a reversal of the fourth commandment where father and mother "dishonor" the child in the most heinous way and, in doing so, curse the holiness of God (second commandment) which is manifested in the only creature made in His "image and likeness."
As a false religion, abortion is a violation of the first commandment forbidding the worship of any other gods but the Lord, and this religion is undoubtedly fed through a highly sophisticated system of falsehoods and deceits (eighth commandment) which lead women into the abortion chambers.
Furthermore, abortion literally steals (seventh commandment) both our personal and national futures by depriving us of children! Anyone concerned about the present immigration issue should remember that the presence of more than 40 million Hispanic immigrants in this country tracks the destruction of 47 million of our own children by abortion since the Roe death decision.
The saying, "nature abhors a vacuum" is as true in demographics as it is in physics.
Finally, the tenth commandment (coveting our neighbor's goods) is about the capital sin of greed, the very thing that drives so many of the abortionists to do the killing work. Abortionists often claim to hate abortion, but they love the money behind it.
Abortion is like a huge spiritual vortex of sin pulling people into it, and even the Church can be compromised by this evil too. Most of the sins listed above are sins of commission, but the Church's sins are generally sins of omission, which abortion inspires - the terrible silence of the clergy on this topic, heretical "Catholic" politicians who are never disciplined by bishops, the easy justification of abortion by Catholic educators, the moral compromise by Catholic medical personnel on abortifacient contraception and sterilizations, etc. I am sure the devil just laughs and pats himself on the back when he sees the Church, that has the spiritual power to undo "all his work and all his empty promises," sitting back and pretending that abortion is a non-issue.
All of this is to point out that abortion is a spiritual power that negates God's plan for love, life and the family. It not only destroys bodies but destroys souls, which from the point of view of eternity, represents the devil's greatest masterpiece of evil.
Sincerely Yours in Christ,
Rev. Thomas J. Euteneuer
President, Human Life International
Friday, May 15, 2009
Tired
I'm having a garage sale this weekend. My husband has been helping even though he's working three 12 hour shifts this Friday, Saturday, and Sunday.
While it's nice to get rid of this stuff, it sure is humbling to see how much crap we've amassed. We take so much for granted in this country.
~H
While it's nice to get rid of this stuff, it sure is humbling to see how much crap we've amassed. We take so much for granted in this country.
~H
Wednesday, May 6, 2009
"The Worst Week Ever!"
For the Wobbers, that is. Poor kid is having a rough time.
Within this week he has broken his elbow and managed to come in contact with what we thought was poison ivy. Baseball practice started this week too, so he is only able to sit and watch.
Lucky for him (Ha!) the poison ivy turned out to be stinging nettles, which only hurt and sting for a day and leave a little itchy rash instead of giving you a rash with blisters and sores for weeks.
Another happy boy note....the cast on his arm is "glow in the dark". If you gotta have a cast, at least it's a cool one.
Gotta run. My Lovey is very upset with a fever right now. Rats.
~H
Within this week he has broken his elbow and managed to come in contact with what we thought was poison ivy. Baseball practice started this week too, so he is only able to sit and watch.
Lucky for him (Ha!) the poison ivy turned out to be stinging nettles, which only hurt and sting for a day and leave a little itchy rash instead of giving you a rash with blisters and sores for weeks.
Another happy boy note....the cast on his arm is "glow in the dark". If you gotta have a cast, at least it's a cool one.
Gotta run. My Lovey is very upset with a fever right now. Rats.
~H
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