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An urban legend

Thoughtfully penned on April 30th, 2007 and generally concerning Of games and good things, Sidetrack'd, Wii

For several months now I’ve heard tale of a beast roaming this land taking over the homes and free time of many across our fair nation and around the world. We’ve tracked this beast for many weeks now, but, though there have been sightings in our neck of the woods, the creature has remained elusive. One was spotted near BooMama’s a while back, and her tales made me want to lay hand on one even more. Finally, yesterday, one of the creatures wandered into our trap.

Proof that it really does exist:

We had lots of fun playing WiiSports yesterday and even got my dad in on the action. Right now we can bowl, golf, box, and play baseball and tennis; I’m sure more games will be soon to come.

If you need us, you are likely to find us standing in the living room with Wii Remote in hand!

An attempt at crafty-ness

Thoughtfully penned on April 27th, 2007 and generally concerning Crafts...kind of, E, Sidetrack'd

I’ve mentioned before that I am not a crafty type of person. I would love to be able to sew, make pretty cards, smock dresses, etc. Some of these things I could probably figure out and do acceptably well if I would just take the time. However, my crafting tends to go as follows…

Little is having her 9-month pictures made today. She is going to wear either a white dress, a blue outfit, or a green dress. A while back I managed to lose both of her white hair bows. Because she has fine, baby hair the “alligator” clip type of barrettes work best; they are also the easiest to get in her hair.

I’m having trouble finding the clips at a price I’m willing to pay, so I decided to make some myself. We have some Gymboree clips that I like because both sides of the metal clip are covered with ribbon. The ribbon is sewn together at the sides to make a little pockets into which each side of clip slips. I set out a couple of weeks ago to round up the supplies and, finally, this week got everything together. Yesterday, when I got ready to make the first clip (a white one to wear for pictures today), I realized that the ribbon I have is too narrow to cover the clip and have room to sew a seam. What to do?

My options were to find wider ribbon or resort to gluing the ribbon in place. I was unable to quickly and efficiently locate wider ribbon yesterday afternoon. I bought a hot glue gun.

This morning around 4:30 (don’t ask why I was up; I really don’t know) I glued white ribbon onto a clip. It doesn’t exactly look professionally crafted, but it will definitely work for pictures!

Closet Update

Thoughtfully penned on April 25th, 2007 and generally concerning Goals, Housework, Sidetrack'd

I cannot seem to get a post up on Monday or Tuesday. I haven’t figured out why; I have post ideas, but for whatever reason I just don’t find the time to sit down and write. Oh well, hopefully I’ll get over it eventually. Anyway, on to the real post…

Have you ever had one of those weeks where it seemed like you bit off more than you could chew? I’m in the midst of one of those weeks. It isn’t that I’ve over-committed myself, it’s all stuff going on around home.

I have my usual chores (grocery shopping, cleaning house, cooking dinner), childcare, two different sets of company coming, and a brunch today for the last day of Bible study. I also decided that it was a good time to finally get started on Little’s closet makeover, I would like to make her some new hair clips (before her 9-month pictures on Friday), I made banana bread for her nursery workers last night, and I’m baking our bread today. Anyway, the last two evenings Matt has returned home to a tired wife!

Okay, so an update on Little’s closet

The end of last week and over the weekend I searched out the storage containers that I wanted to use. We found some really cute pink and purple plastic bins and some vinyl storage bags at Target and some small pink and green bins at The Dollar Tree.

My plan was to work on purging and sorting while Little took her afternoon nap on Monday. I pulled everything out of the closet and into the living room so it would be ready when she went to sleep. She went down for her nap like usual and I set to work. I had no more than made a big mess in the living room floor when she woke up 30 minutes later and refused to go back down. I continued to work a bit but was limited in what I could do since she was “helping.”

When Matt came home it looked like all of our closets had exploded in the living room. There was clean laundry on the couch and the contents of Little’s closet spread about. By the end of the evening I had also added to the mess the load of Little’s laundry that had been in the wash.

By late yesterday afternoon I had all of her 6-9 month winter clothes cleared out of the closet and put aside for storage and all of her 6-9 month and 9-12 month summer clothes folded (or hung), organized, in baskets, and back in the closet. Overall it has been a pretty successful makeover so far. I still have some work to do on items that will be on the upper shelves and the floor of the closet, but it is coming along nicely. I will post pictures at the end of the 30 Day Organizational Challenge.

So, that is what we’ve been up to this week, and now I’m taking a short break.

A conversation with Matt

Thoughtfully penned on April 20th, 2007 and generally concerning Sidetrack'd, TV

Monday evening we were watching Wheel of Fortune because I’m a game show junkie it was on after the local news. There was one contestant who had not won a round, and Matt and I were discussing the fact that now you get $1,000 at the end of the game whether you solve a puzzle or not. The following conversation ensued:

Matt: “It was more fun when they gave party gifts like Metamucil and Pop Tarts.”

Me (laughing): “Did you say party gifts? They are part-ing gifts.”

Matt: “No, he used to say party gifts.”

Me (still laughing): “No he didn’t. They have always been parting gifts.”

Matt: “Well, I always wondered who had a party with Metamucil and Pop Tarts.”

Frugality vs. Coffee

Thoughtfully penned on April 20th, 2007 and generally concerning Coffee, Matt's Hard Earned Cash, Sidetrack'd

In this corner, we have a desire to be budget conscious and lower expenses where we can. And in this corner, we have an addiction to intense like for a great cup of bold flavor, dark-roasted coffee.

It was confirmed again this week that Matt and I are coffee snobs. This is something that I readily admit as it has been shown again and again over the last few years. There is nothing like waking up to that great aroma of good, fresh coffee awaiting you. Several months ago we discovered organic, fair-trade, locally roasted beans that make a wonderful pot or two cup of strong, rich coffee.

So, that brings us to the frugality mentioned above. We decided that, since our favorite coffee runs about $9 for 12 ounces, we would try a less expensive brand for day to day drinking and reserve the best for occasional consumption. At the grocery last week, Matt selected a great smelling vanilla flavored coffee; it was a brand that we have had before and liked moderately well. Let’s just say that the creamer and sugar (or Splenda in Matt’s case) have been used to mask the flavor of the coffee instead of enhance it. In the beginning we thought we just didn’t brew it strong enough, but after several additional attempts it still didn’t work for us.

The results of this little experiment in frugality can be summed up in Matt’s comment Tuesday evening: “I’ve decided that coffee is not an area where we can cut spending.”


Thoughtfully penned on April 18th, 2007 and generally concerning God's at Work in My Life, Legacy

Expectation: a belief that someone will or should achieve something

We all have them: of ourselves, of others, of life. There are certain things that we expect ourselves to achieve; ways that we expect our spouse and children to be; certain events that we expect to transpire in our lives; certain outcomes that we expect God to provide.

I have long known that I expect too much. It’s not that I expect great things; it’s just things like: expecting someone to understand what I’m talking about even if I don’t communicate well; expecting someone to know what I’m thinking without my telling them; expecting high levels of achievement from myself.

I tend to be hard on myself – more so in some areas than others – and set the standard high enough that it is pretty much unattainable. This is very true in what I believe others are expecting of me. For instance, I have been in a place recently where I believed Matt expected the house to be spotless when he came home. I was convinced that toys in the floor, unwashed dishes in the sink, or a pile of unfolded laundry on the couch was a disappointment to him. I mean, I’m home all day now, why shouldn’t I be able to accomplish everything? He never said this was true; he never did anything to make me believe that this was true. It was all in my head. I make myself believe that perfection is expected and if I can’t achieve perfection then I have totally failed.

I also fear failure. You know the old saying, “if at first you don’t succeed, try, try again”? It is not my motto. I have long been the type of person that believed I should be good at something the first time I try it. If I’m not good at it, what is the point in trying again? Trying again is just setting myself up for embarrassment and failure. Often, if I convince myself that I can’t do something to my level of expectation then I might as well not do it at all.

Over the last few weeks, God has been teaching me a bit about expectations, especially the things I expect of myself. I have come to realize that this is something that is preventing me from becoming the woman God desires me to be. My expectations are holding me back from living the abundance of life that is mine in Christ. This is an area where I have been held captive; a stronghold that Satan had on my mind and heart. I am in the process of turning it over to God; letting the light of Christ shine in the dark places of my heart.

In Luke 4:18 Christ is reading from the prophecy of Isaiah and says, “He has sent me to proclaim liberty to the captives and recovering of sight to the blind, to set at liberty those who are oppressed.” I claim this promise for myself through Christ, and you can too.

A child of the 80s

Thoughtfully penned on April 13th, 2007 and generally concerning childhood, Friendship, Sidetrack'd

Ahh! Reminiscences on childhood. I received this in an e-mail from my friend N today, and I can so relate to each one of these. Enjoy!

You know you grew up in the 80s if you:

~ ever ended a sentence with the word SIKE.
~ can sing the rap to The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air and can do the Carlton.
~ know that “WOAH” comes from Joey on Blossom.
~ ever watched Fraggle Rock.
~ remember when it was actually worth getting up on Saturday to watch cartoons.
~ wore a ponytail on the side of your head.
~ got super-excited when it was Oregon Trail day in computer class at school.
~ made your mom buy one of those clips that would hold your shirt in a knot on the side.
~ played the game “MASH” (mansion, apartment, shelter, house).
~ wore stone-washed Jordache jean jackets and were proud of it.
~ know the profound meaning of “Wax on, wax off.”
~ wanted to be a Goonie.
~ ever wore fluorescent clothing.
~ remember what Michael Jackson looked like before his nose fell off and cheeks shifted.
~ have ever pondered why Smurfette was the only female Smurf.
~ took lunch boxes to school and traded Garbage Pail Kids in the schoolyard.
~ remember the craze, then banning of slap bracelets.
~ still get the urge to say “NOT” after every sentence.
~ thought your friends would never leave because you exchanged friendship bracelets.
~ ever owned a pair of “Jelly” shoes.
~ saw Pee-Wee’s Big Adventure and kept saying “I know you are, but what am I?” (or wanted to dance every time you heard the word “Tequila”)
~ remember, “I’ve fallen and I can’t get up.”
~ remember going to the skating rink before there were in-line skates.
~ have ever played with a Skip-It.
~ remember boom-boxes and walking around with one on your shoulder like you were all that.
~ remember watching both Gremlins movies.
~ thought Doogie Howser / Samantha Micelli was hot.
~ remember Alf, the little furry brown alien from Melmac.
~ remember New Kids on the Block when they were cool and don’t even flinch when someone refers to them as NKOTB
~ knew all the characters names and life stories on the original class of Saved By the Bell.
~ still sing “We are the World”.
~ tight-rolled your jeans.
~ owned a banana clip.
~ remember, “Where’s the beef?”
~ have said (or still say), “What you talkin’ ’bout Willis?”

Watch out world…

Thoughtfully penned on April 13th, 2007 and generally concerning E, Housework, Motherhood

it won’t be long until Little is on the move. For several weeks she has been pulling up on the hearth and on Matt and I; this week she has mastered the art. She can now pull up on anything and everything – her bed, the pack ‘n play, the couch, her Leap Frog table.

It is fun to watch her learning new things and discovering the world around her. It also means that we will be spending time this weekend putting locks on cabinets and drawers.

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Quote of the week

Thoughtfully penned on April 13th, 2007 and generally concerning Quotes, Sidetrack'd, TV

Last night’s episode of The Office was great! The writers were in rare form when they wrote this script. I laughed all the way through the episode, from Andy coming in and saying he goes by Drew now to the “shunning” by Dwight to the bets (Kelly’s explanation of Netflix was great) to Michael on the roof. There were several good quotes, but the one I remember right now is:

“I worked in a warehouse once. Men’s Warehouse. I was a greeter.” ~~ Michael Scott

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A bit of excitement this morning

Thoughtfully penned on April 11th, 2007 and generally concerning E, Motherhood

This morning began just like any other Wednesday; I nursed Little, drank two cups of coffee, read a few blog posts. I attend a Bible class at church on Wednesdays, so about 7:30 I went to take a shower. I put Little on the bed while I set up the Pack ‘n Play. The next thing I knew, Little was taking a head-dive off the bed. How did this happen? I was standing right there!

It all doesn’t sound so bad unless you know that our bed stands approximately three feet off the floor. Of course, she started wailing and I scooped down to pick her up and comfort her. In my panic I did think to make sure she was moving her appendages before I lifted her. She seemed to be fine, only shaken and scared. I called my Mom who helped calm me down. I tried to call the doctor’s office, but it wasn’t open yet.

After I talked to Mom, I called Matt (he was on his way to work when it all happened). While we were on the phone Little began vomiting. Not just heaving like I would associate with the crying, a continuous stream of the entire contents of her stomach. Now our focus shifted and we were concerned that she had a head injury of some sort. I hung up with Matt and called 911.

Within minutes, a fire engine and ambulance were parked in front of our house. Five paramedics came in to check things out. They asked several questions, looked at the bed she fell from, and checked her over. Her pupils were normal and reactive (no concussion or swelling of the brain) and she didn’t have pain when they manipulated her limbs or abdomen. They told me to call them or the doctor if she started vomiting again or if she fell asleep and we couldn’t wake her.

Fortunately, everything seems to be okay; she hasn’t had any problems or acted like she was in pain. Babies are resilient, and I thank God that Little wasn’t seriously injured. It was a bit of a traumatic morning for both of us.