Some days...

The Internet - Not just for Candy Crush (TM) Anymore!

Here's one use for the internet: FACT CHECKING

Like, when you're on Fbook and you see some quote by some guy and you think it's brilliant, (although somewhat biggited and/or racisist), and you think "Hey! That's exactly spot on!  I'm going to share this just like the one million morons before me did!"

Do yourself a favour: make sure it's true.


How to fact check like a pro star:

Google: "Questionable thing I found on Facebook" Snopes

Guaranteed, 30 seconds of fact checking will stop me from calling you out on your BS 95% of the time!

Bare your soul

So there's this guy I know; used to know him quite well - we spent a lot of time hanging out back in the day.  He's probably reading this blog right now going - 'yeah, she's talking about me on her blog! That's all me!'  ...bit of an egotistical fellow.

Anyway, back in the day, he would greet me with a hearty, 'How is your soul?'  and actually mean it.  Like, really, how is your soul?  How's the spiritual stuff? How are you and God?  And, for awhile anyway, he expected an answer - and I was happy to give him one.

But then, life, yadda yadda, and slowly the question just became a thing that was asked for the sake of being a thing that we said to each other.  And then... I kinda started ignoring it because, as much as I enjoyed hearing the words, I didn't really know how to answer anymore.

And then, more life, yadda yadda; it's probably a good thing he moved away because I wouldn't want to have to lie to him.  The truthful answer would have been something like, 'black and wizzled', 'torn to shreds and tossed in the wind', 'angry and sad and frustrated', 'just about ready to walk away from this whole church thing to be honest'.  Something like that; you get the picture.  Things that someone who spent time in Bible College shouldn't be saying.

I can't blame it all on church, but my church did go through a very stagnant time.  I found it depressing.  Every week I would painfully sit through yet another boring sermon while thinking about all the dreadfully old people surrounding me, and the complete lack of younger people to pick up the pieces when the older ones were, inevitably, gone.

And then, kids.  Kids makes going to church just a chore.  Like, an 'I don't want to do this' exhausting feat of a chore that has to be endured weekly.  The little rats won't go to the nursery by themselves either, so I rarely hear a sermon anyway as I hang out in Sunday school playing with toy trains.  Weekly turned into bi-weekly, turned into monthly...

Church has not been the loving, worshipful, refreshing place that I need it to be.  And my soul has suffered considerably from it.  And I've considered washing my hands of it and walking away.  My husband would support me in that decision; being from an entirely un-churchy family, even he doesn't think my church does church well.

And then, (all my paragraphs start with 'and then' because it sounds more dramatic than it really is), a new guy shows up.  Well, two guys actually, but this is really only about the one.  He's a reverend, and a doctor of something completely un-medical but of I'm not really sure what.  He acts unsure of himself; you wouldn't know it from a single meeting, but he's funny, a dark dry funny that catches people off guard; he's got a slow southern drawl that speaks of his childhood in the hills of Virginia.

I went to church alone yesterday, child-free for a change, to confirm my desire to walk away from the political nonsense and mundane, flat-lined, worship service I've been experiencing over the past few years.  What I found instead was a spark.

That man actually believes what he preaches!  You can tell from the stories he tells and the glint in his eye, and his body language.  There was an unusually large crowd of people there too, and they were happy, and laughing, and engaged.  There was life there that I haven't seen for a long time. 

And now I'm annoyed because I wanted to quit; it would have been easy to quit.  But now, he's gone a lit a little spark and I don't want to quit so much anymore.  It's going to be an uphill battle to fix what has been left in disrepair over the past 6 or 7 years, but maybe, just maybe, it'll be worth it.

Pressed for Time

Lately I feel like 'time' is the only commodity I have and everyone wants a piece of the action.

The other day I was asked to bake a couple of pies for a fundraising dinner.
I immediately went into denial mode, 'I don't really bake pies.... I guess I could buy a couple...'.
'Oh, no, don't do that!  You can MAKE them!  I know you've made chocolate and lemon pies before; they're good, bring those!'

You're sort of missing the point.

In recent weeks, my son has been asking me what I'm doing - every. waking. minute. of. every. single. day.  I've taken to telling him that I'm building a rocket ship to fly to the moon.  To which he earnestly replies, 'No Mom, you can't fly to the moon, you have to stay here!'

He's also missing the point.

My life has become an endless laundry list of things to do (laundry is also one of the things *on* the list).  Between feeding kids, cleaning kids, dressing kids, picking up after kids, laundry, dishes, housework, yard work, work work, a husband, and a cat, I have precious little time left for myself.  Time, it seems, that everyone else wants: 'Hey, come to this dinner!', 'There's a meeting...', 'You should help clean the pool', 'You're going to play ball with us this season, right?', '...teach Sunday School?'

There's a time for all of that, but it's not right now.  So I need to ask you all to just be patient with me while I look after my kids.  In a few years' time they aren't going to need me so much and then I'll once again have time to do whatever it is that you need me to do.  I'll be able to bake pies without a toddler clinging to my leg and a pre-schooler asking me 10,000 questions.  I'll be able to go to dinners without my kids having temper tantrums.  I'll be able to prepare Sunday School lessons, and go to evening meetings, because my children won't need me to help them got to sleep. 

Believe me, you, I'm looking forward to the day that I actually have some free time again.  It'll be awesome to sleep through the night again, and not be exhausted at 8pm.  To pick up a hobby, or just sit and read a book!  But I'm not rushing to get there.  Right now I have hungry mouths to feed, and little fingernails to cut, tiny buttons to do up, and goldfish crackers to dig out of the couch cushions.

To my son: don't worry; I don't actually have the time (or the knowhow) to take on such a lofty project as building a rocket ship.

As for the pies, I'll stop by the bakery on my way home from work.

Baby pics

So, the Royal Palace released some pics today of Prince George and his little sister.  They're cute and all... but not as cute as MY kids - obviously.

But why is it so shocking that Kate took the pics herself?  Royalty or not, clicking a button on a camera isn't exactly rocket science.  I, too, like to think that I take a good photo once in awhile; no one writes about that in the papers.

Also... Are they trying to keep poor little Prince George as *stuffy* as possible?  Is it written in some law somewhere that the heir to the throne must at all times wear shorts with knee-high stockings?  I'd love to see a pic of the kids, well, being a kid!  Maybe I should mail him one of Dyson's old hand-me-downs...  Something with Lego or Thomas the Train on it.


And, for the record, please take note:

Dave and I got married.
then Will and Kate got married.

Dave and I had a baby boy.
then Will and Kate had a baby boy.

Dave and I had a baby girl.
then Will and Kate had a baby girl.

I predict that they're going to get a cat next.  Just sayin'

Thus endeth my interest for the Royals.

Sometimes I forget I have a blog
and then someone reminds me.
Sometimes I think I should write something
but then I remember....
I HAVE NO TIME TO BLOG!

Sometimes I think I should take my blog down
but there's so much here, so much writing and thinking
....and growing up
It's sort of part of me,
or at least a written testimony of the things I've done.
Taking it down would be sort of like throwing all of that away
I don't think I'm ready to do that yet.

Have you ever thought about what will happen to your internet footprints should you die?
Should your mark on the internet be scrubbed out?
Or should it be left there as a memory?
hmmm

Maybe I should find time to blog again
Is blogging still a thing that anyone does?
Is it still cool?  ...Have I ever been cool?

Anyway, It's been the better part of a year since I last posted anything;
this is mostly a test to see if anyone is still paying attention!