Wednesday, September 10, 2008

Miss the college girls...

I'm in a house full of testosterone poisoned men, boys, teens whatever you want to call it.

I sent one out to the garage to get "the butter in the blue box in the fridge" and he didn't show up for hours, I found him wandering around the upstairs looking for a blue box. I should be grateful he still knows his colors. Sometimes I wonder if he'll make it home from the bus.

Then I watched my other son walk past a glass of tea on the counter and I said, "Hey can you hand me my tea on the counter?"

He walked out the front door. I waited and he walked back in. I was determined. I thought a mental picture would help so I described it. "I want my glass of tea, in the green glass, on the counter right next to your hand."

He walked upstairs. I shook my head and went and got the tea myself. Later he came downstairs and told me he looked all over my room but could not find the phone.

Last night I sat watching the 3 of them discuss Math. How does one discuss Math you ask? Or maybe you are one of those who discusses Math. I couldn't repeat
what they said because frankly I was trying to hear Greta on fox and to me it was a lotta blah blah blah yadda yadda yadda. But it struck me as odd that the lot of them could sit and discuss Math for hours, memorize formulas yet forget what they went to the grocery store for. Somehow it doesn't add up.

Anywho... I love the whole crew, but lets face it some girl talk ... from grown girls that is ... I've got enough underage talk from the younger two girls... some real girl talk or someone to say "this is delicious Mom!" I miss my chocolate cohorts, and my movie buddies. What is a chic flick without chicks!

Can't wait for Thanksgiving...

Monday, September 8, 2008

Happy Birthday Blessed Mother!

We love to celebrate Our Blessed Mothers Birthday... Mary was a bit excited and just would not settle down. Imagine that. I know Our Blessed mother understands... enjoy.

Friday, September 5, 2008


I'm finally energized by the upcoming elections! I have even allowed my very political son to put a McCain bumper sticker on my car. This was after he put a license plate frame that says "choose life, your mother did." I can't wait to replace it with the McCain/Palin sticker. Wow! I'm so Psyched!

Palin's speech was more than I expected. I was thrilled she brought her entire family with her. One part of the speech that inspired me greatly was this:

"Politics isn't just a game of clashing parties and competing interests. The right reason is to challenge the status quo, to serve the common good, and to leave this nation better than we found it. No one expects us to agree on everything. But we are expected to govern with integrity, good will, clear convictions, and ... a servant's heart.

I pledge to all Americans that I will carry myself in this spirit as vice president of the United States."

This is what we all dream of. That it is not about personal goals, or power, or even politics. It's about lifting up the lowly and promoting the good of all. Like the unborn, who are defenseless. This is what I dream of in a leader.

It reminds me of John F. Kennedy's famous quote, "
And so, my fellow Americans, ask not what your country can do for you; ask what you can do for your country."

I of course as a mother have often used this line myself, with a little twist, it is quite effective... at least I think so, of course all the eyes rolling around may have a different opinion.

"Ask not what you can do for your father ask what you can do for your mother"

"Ask not what you can do for yourself, but what you can do for your mother"

"Ask not what you can do in your bedroom, but rather vacuum the whole downstairs, thank-you-very-much, go ahead and roll those eyes, we need more eyes to heaven, and I'll wipe that smurk off your mouth with a 500 word essay on how I can be more cooperative in my home and it will be titled ... ask NOT anything, just DO AS YOU'RE TOLD" and you can quote me. PHEW.

I digress.

John McCain also gave me moments to pause and even brought tears to my eyes...

Just pasting this part brings tears to my eyes,

"But after I turned down their offer, they worked me over harder than they ever had before, for a long time, and they broke me.

When they brought me back to my cell, I was hurt and ashamed, and I didn’t know how I could face my fellow prisoners. The good man in the cell next door to me, my friend, Bob Craner, saved me."

WOW! That is the kind of man I want to represent me. Humbled, I am.

Here is a great article about McCain's speech found here at Creative Minority, following is a quote from the article titled "... and they broke me," see below:

'it was an amazing line because some might think it makes him smaller, but it actually makes him seem larger. The way he talked about being broken and built back up as a different man -a better man- was illuminating. The idea that suffering can bless us in unforeseen ways was a suprising turn in a political speech. I trust John McCain more today than I did yesterday. By admitting his limitations he seemed more...presidential.'

Any Catholic reading this knows that we are programed, raised, embodied with this idea that suffering can bless us, can be the one thing that saves us from ourselves. It makes us humble, and it teaches us forgiveness, and so much more. I have often thought that when we suffer, it is God reaching out to us, as a loving father, to teach us to be the best we can be. That is why often you will hear someone who has suffered a greatly say that they would not change a thing. Moments they keep in their hearts where they were forced to cry out and Jesus answered them. Confirmation of our faith. And as John McCain spoke, can make us better people. And it is ultimately our entire faith. Christ suffered for us, beat down, yet raised up for us... to better all our lives. So much good can come from suffering.

Well I'd better run or my hair will fall out from the hair color that is dripping down my neck... yikes... 20 minutes over time...