Wednesday, October 22, 2008

Jewel-ia

Ah yes, the differences between girls and boys. So I go into Kohls yesterday to buy some new shirts for Jacob (who inexplicably grows out of his clothes constantly. Boys will bankrupt you on clothes, not because they are fashion hounds, but because they grow too darn fast! But I digress...). Not three steps in, my little Julia shrieks with delight and runs across the store to gaze lovingly into the jewelry counter. Caressing the glass as she walks the length of the display, she proclaims "I hope I can wear each one of those!" She looks up at me, eyes glittering happily, and I realize that I am in biiiiiiig trouble.

This is the girl who is inherently obsessed with all things shoe. When she was only 18 months old she once followed a strange woman all over Chuck E Cheeses because she just had to have a closer look at her awesome leopard-skin heels. This she did not learn from me. I'm one of those people who owns four pairs of shoes: one for each season. And who only buys them from Payless. Or occasionally Target if they're really on sale and mine are like completely falling apart. Suffice it to say, Julia already owns many more pairs of shoes than I have ever owned in my entire life.

And now jewelry too? Sure, I may have been able to say no to her this time, but you know what those sparkly eyes are going to do to her father. Clearly I will have to invest in a larger jewelry box for her. And perhaps start selling my organs on the black market...

Saturday, October 18, 2008

The truth about infanticide and Obama

http://pro.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/42693.html

http://www.humanevents.com/article.php?id=28926

And check this out. Obama actually stated signing the Freedom of Choice Act, a law essentially outlawing all state laws restricting abortion, would be his first priority if he's elected. His first priority. So, we actually have to pray to God that this guy is a liar. If he is honest, then he will personally undo all of the forward motion we have kicked and screamed to get in the past thirty years. Just like that.
http://www.lifesitenews.com/ldn/2008/jun/08061010.html

I am terrified.

Friday, October 17, 2008

Part 2: Chorus Concert

The boys were part of a homeschool chorus last year, and we all got to see them at their end of the year concert in the spring. I was really thrilled to be able to experience this, since it's one of the things I have missed most about not being a part of the public school system. The boys did a good job and enjoyed themselves, but they both wanted to take this fall off from chorus. Not sure they're ever going to have the same passion for performance that their mommy has. That ok , though! I'm sure I'll get at least one ham out of this crew!






Any guesses which one stole the show?

Thursday, October 16, 2008

A matter of life and death

Well, if you were watching the debate last night, you were a witness to this fact: Barack Obama strongly supports the "right" to have an abortion, even going so far as to be against a ban on partial-birth abortions and against legislation requiring doctors to give care to babies who have somehow survived a botched abortion, all because he felt those laws would "undermine Roe v Wade." He also admitted that, in reference to the appointment of supreme court justices, "it is true that this is going to be, I think, one of the most consequential decisions of the next president. It is very likely that one of us will be making at least one and probably more than one appointments and Roe versus Wade probably hangs in the balance" and that "I am somebody who believes that Roe versus Wade was rightly decided."

So, is that clear enough for you? He so thoroughly believes in the fact that Roe v Wade was right, and that women should have unfettered rights to abort their babies that he would absolutely choose supreme court justices that would uphold it. In his own words, "Roe versus Wade probably hangs in the balance." This is a man who said in a speach that he would not want his daughter to be "punished with a baby" if she had pre-marital sex. We're not talking about abortions for the sake of health or whatever. We're talking about convenience abortions. We're talking about a man who thinks a baby, a BABY, is a punishment rather than a human being who deserves a chance to live. He would tip that "balance" he speaks of so far to the left that it would prevent us from overturning this horrible decision for years to come. How many more babies will be killed due to this man becoming president?

Listen, if you're already passionate about voting for Obama, fine. I understand that nothing I say will sway you, and you can make the decision your conscience sees fit to make.

But if you're someone who is not passionate about him, someone who is on the fence or simply would rather not vote at all, I beg you, for the sake of the pro-life movement in this country, for the sake of the thousands of unborn babies murdered every year, please please please do what you can to prevent this man from becoming president. Please, vote for McCain/Palin. It is abortion, it is genocide, and it really is a big deal.

Memorial Day Pictures

Ok, I am going through my photos (finally) and I have decided to post them, even though they are a bit late. So, I present to you all:
Our Summer, A Photo Review

part 1: Memorial Day Parade









Honestly, the parade itself was a bit too boring to take pictures of. But our family? Now there's something worth photographing! Especially those kiddos!

Tuesday, October 14, 2008

Welcome

Hello. I have noticed some new people venturing into my space, so I thought I would reiterate my opening message from day one of this blog:

Ok, so this is not the sort of blog that, say, my sister, my mother-in-law, or any other reasonable person I know would do. (Ok, I personally wouldn't call my mother-in-law reasonable, but some people would.) It's not a family update blog or an opinion blog or a how's-my-day-been blog or whatever. It will be some of each of these, and a little of something else. Mainly, it will be a look into that frightening place that is my inner me. Oooh, ick, I know. Who wants to see the inner anybody? Not really a top desire today. I personally would rather stick my hand into a blender than to see the inner feelings of, say, my mother-in-law. So, feel free not to bother reading. I just feel like having an online diary. And if you know me and decide after reading whatever drivel comes out of my head that I am, in fact, nuts, well, it took you long enough to figure that one out, didn't it!

There. Now you all understand what I'm doing here. These are my inner thoughts/emotions/opinions/fears/joys/everything else laid bare before you. If you choose to judge me, go for it. I can take it. If you choose to worry about me, please don't. These are just the things everyone feels from time to time. I'm just being a lot more honest about it than most people. Mostly, I hope you simply choose to find some nugget of truth that makes you feel a little less strange about being, um, strange. For we are all strange in some way or another. Claim your strangeness. It's what makes you you. This blog is about what makes me me. Unapologetically.

That being said, WELCOME! Come in, sit down, have a cup of coffee or wine, toss in an opinion or a comment, whatever. Oh, and don't be frightened that I will jump down your throat for disagreeing with me. I only do that to my sisters. And, occasionally, my dad. But they all deserve it. :)

Wednesday, October 1, 2008

Laughing uncontrollably in the middle of the library

Guess what?
Today Julia wrote her very first word on the computer!
All by herself!
The bad news?
It was also her very first swear word!
That's right.

After leaving her side for a moment while her game loaded up, I returned to find her proudly pointing to the "name" she had typed into the sign-in page:

ASS

So the question is, was she commenting on her feelings towards having to wait for her mother to get around to finally signing her in?
Or am I seeing early evidence of an impending low-self-confidence-identity-crisis?
No honey, you're not an ass! You're a lovely, sweet, intelligent little girl!
And yes, perhaps I am a bit of an ass for making you wait, but, you know, that sort of commentary is really not allowed around here young lady. At least, not until you're old enough to publish your own mommy-dearest memoir.

Either way, I have to say, a word at age two? I'll take it! What, you think it was a coincidental random concoction from tapping toddler fingers? Sure, and next you'll be telling me that a room full of monkeys could write shakespear's works if given enough time. Pshaw