sleep? what sleep?

I am tired. I should sleep, but I don’t have the energy to get up and go to bed.

Soccer is eating my lunch. Seriously.

Who comes up with the 8 pm game on a Monday night an hour away???

Thank goodness we homeschool.


Mean Girls

What is it with mean girls?????

What have we done that our girls are fighting tooth and nail, shooting each other? What has happened that our girls are so enraged? What happend to nurturing? What happened to us as women that our young female children are beating each other to a pulp? Killing each other?

Have we so emasculated the men by all of the feminist rhetoric that we now are totally taking over ALL of thier roles?

Have we made our men so afraid of their masculinity that the only solution is for us to take over?

War is NOT our job. It’s not. We’re not wired for this sort of thing. Where are the wires getting crossed? Is it in the way we’re treating our husbands? Are we allowing them to be fathers and husbands? Are we allowing them to fulfill thier mission as their vocations dictate? Are we allowing ourselves to be vunerable enough to be protected? Are we allowing them to protect us? What are we teaching our sons? What is thier job? How do they become men????

What are we teaching our daughters? That strength is beauty? Ok. What kind of strength? The “I’m gonna kick your rear” kind?? Or the “silent watch in prayer over a sick child” kind. The kind of strength that only pregnancy can show? Where you are up all night with heart burn, spend the better part of the morning throwing up and still manage to get people taken care of. The kind of strength that our grandmothers had. When you could shoot the gun almost as well as your husband and weren’t afraid to use it against anyone,or thing, that tried to take a stand against your family. The strength that allowed them to perservere through drought, death, disappointment, flood, fire, coming out with an even greater love and awe for their creator.

I was jokingly (almost) called “stands with a fist”. You know, like the movie Dances with Wolves, the stubborn white woman who was taken in to the Sioux tribe. She was called that because she was strong. She didn’t need to victimize someone else to show it. She was strong headed, and determined and she survived. That was her strength.

Proverbs 31 talks about a woman “Clothed with strength and dignity”. Not once does it mention how she must beat people up to show her strength. It does talk about how she needs to carry herself with dignity. My grandma was like that. Still is. Strong. Silent. Pioneer woman. Strong. She’s buried at least one son and a husband. She’s held down myriad jobs to take care of her family and there’s not one of her kids alive now that would dare to cross her. She didn’t once beat up a fellow girl just for the sake of it, or otherwise. She’s my hero and I want to be just like her when I “grow up”.

Where did the wires get crossed?

When did we lose our dignity?

Why are we not fighting to get it back?

I’ve been tagged!

1. The rules of the game get posted on the beginning.
2. Each player answers the questions about himself.
3. At the end of the post, the player tags five people and posts their names, then goes to their blogs and leaves them a comment, letting them know that they’ve been tagged and asking them to read their blog.

What I was doing ten years ago:
Hmmmmm 10 years ago.  I had 2 children at home and was running an at home daycare in a small apartment.

Five things on my To-Do list today:
1. Get school work done!
2.Take children to art.
3. Make dinner at home tonight!!!
4. Get First Communion party planned.
5. Get #1 son’s suit to cleaners for First Communion.

Things I would do if I were a billionaire:
1. Pay off my debts
2. Buy a huge house on a lot of land.
3.Decorate said house on a lot of land
4.Build a home for unwed mothers (cause I don’t have anything else to manage)
5. Take the whole family to Italy.

Three of my bad habits/qualities:
1. I am lazy.
2. I want everyone to like me.
3. Victim mentality drives me up a wall.  I am not compassionate towards that.

Five places I’ve lived:
1. Kansas
2. Kansas
4. Oklahoma
5. Southern Plains

Five jobs I’ve had:
1. Cashier
2. Daycare worker
3. Preschool teacher
4. Tupperware lady
5. Executive Director of non profit organization

Five books I’ve recently read:
I’ve not been reading anything but school texts lately…

O!!!  I did read ‘Tis


People I’m tagging….
Become What You Are
As My Fingers Fly
We’re Just Gettin Started

art, prayer and beckett

I’ve not started the placemats.  I want to.  I’ve just not gone down that road.  I need to make one day a week the “art” day and it needs to be a day when we aren’t doing a lot of soccer stuff in the evening.  Wednesday?  Friday?  I don’t know.  I’ll have to see how things go.   Hmmmm.

School has gone well this week (yes I am aware it’s only Tuesday, but I’ll take what I can get) we’ve gotten nearly every subject done everyday and I can see lights clicking back on that were off for some time.  I forget that sometimes just sticking the material in front of them isn’t going to cut it.  They need me to hold their hand a bit. 

Note taking has been interesting in history.  I learned about St. Boniface today.  Pretty cool guy. (kid 2) I also learned that you can’t just run to the super discount store and pick up Beckett. (kid 1)  Evidently that’s not a movie that most people are interested in.  Dang it.  I guess I’ll call the local rental store here (also known as the library) and see if they’ve got it.  Time to brace myself for the cost of our last visit.

All in all school is going well.  It’s a lot of work.  School and keeping up the house.  I forgot how little I can get done and how tired I get.  BUT we’re learning and everything is as it should be.



I have to post once more. 

More for my own sanity than anything, really. 

In the “restructuring” of our home I have discovered how little we really pray.  Together or otherwise.  I was discussing this with a friend when she suggested that we all eat a meal together (breakfast, believe it or not seems the most feasible.  Man soccer is time consuming) AND that maybe it would be a cool project for everyone (even the 2 yo) to make a “morning offering” placemat.  You know, print the morning offering on cool paper (maybe yellow and blue??) and then turn it into a place mat (we’ve got cool Catholic sitckers) and get them laminated and USE them.  Then we can all say the “morning offering” together each morning.  At least it will get us started on the same page, and it’s something that we can all participate in together.

I’ll let  you know how it turns out.  (it’ll be next week before it’s started…)



I love my son’s OT.  She is really the kindest woman I know.  When she comes into the room the kids just listen cause they can’t help but respect her.  And not because she demands it (like me, I pride myself in being the “bad cop” in team teaching situations) but because you just can’t help it.  She’s so soft and sweet.  She also really REALLY cares about the kiddos she’s working with. 

There are people in your life that you know God put there specifically.  I believe she’s one of them.  I thank God daily for her.  I try to use her as a model for how to react and interact with my child.  She’s definately worth emulating!  She’s given me hope and encouragement where no one else could.  She knows.  She’s been here and she knows. 

My son even feels it.  He asked me recently on the way home from one of the sessions if it were his last one.  I told him no, that he’s still going to see his OT for as long as he needs to see her.  He said “I want to need her forever.”  I know he will grow out of the need for OT.  I know that he will be happy about not “needing” it anymore.  I also know that when that happens it will be like losing a member of the family.

Thank  you God for the people that you place in our lives!  Help us to see You in them more clearly.



Lots of things going on.  As usual.

My calendar looks like a total wreck, mostly because there is too much on it.  Not sure how to pare it down.

Baby is pure as driven snow now.  He smells incredibly holy.  Our deacon took a handful of chrism oil and smeared it on his head.  It was wonderful!  He kept offering to wipe it off but I wouldn’t let him!!  Now, giving him a bath is going to be hard.  He cried right up until the moment of baptism and then he just stopped.  Looked around.  Was quiet.  It was really wonderful!

We are getting ready for #3’s First Communion now.  That will happen in 2 weeks.  We are all excited and are gearing up for another party.  I’m starting to fizzle out at this point but want him to know that this event is wonderful and glorious too so I’m pushing forward, ever so slowly (it feels slowly anyway.  Probably it’s just fine.)

SO if you can see my house glowing from space you know why!!!  We’re a bunch of holy people this month!! (the rest of the time, watch out!)  ; )