“Yes, He could kill Satan.”
“Is he going to?”
“No, He’s actually going to put Satan in hell where he’ll be punished forever.”
I paused for a moment and then asked him,
“Is that where we’re going?”
“NO!”
“Where are we going?”
“To Daddy’s work!”
Well, hi there! I’m just checking in. I’m not going to promise to be better about blogging. I’m not going to list the excuses of why I’m not blogging. In fact, I think I’ll pretty much guarantee I won’t be blogging on a regular basis. At least not for now 
But I will say hi! And I’ll guarantee that at some point I’ll write another post about poop. Because that’s how I roll, and it seems to be a bit of a theme in my blog
Cuitlacoche.
Heard of it? No? Count yourself lucky and move along. Seriously.
You’re still here? Okay, but don’t blame me. It’s your own fault.
Cuitlacoche is the name for a disease that infects kernals of corn. American famers kill the infected corn, but Mexican farmers harvest it, put it in a can, and sell it as a delicacy.
Want to know what it looks like, oh glutton of punishment? Click here.
I told you so.
You know in the Bible when Elijah was taken to Heaven in a chariot of fire? Why did God choose to use a chariot? I assume it’s because that’s what Elijah was familiar with. He knew what a chariot was and what it was for. But if God were to come for someone like that today, would he use a chariot? We’re more familiar with cars, but don’t you think it would be kind of cheesy for God to send a fiery Oldsmobile?
These are the things I think about.
I was riding in the car today with my eldest, and we were talking about jobs. I told him that ideally people find something that they enjoy doing and then get paid for that job. I asked him what kind of job he would really enjoy doing.
“I think….being an astronaut.”
“What kind of job would you not enjoy?”
“Umm….working really hard and doing a great job at my work and having my boss not pay me any money. Not even a CENT!”
“Do you know what my favorite job to do is?”
“Being a Mommy?”
“Yep. Did you know I don’t get paid for doing that job?”
“Yeah. You just get paid with love.”
http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20081007/ap_on_re_as/as_nepal_living_goddess
This makes me incredibly sad. A three-year old girl was chosen as the new living goddess in Nepal. After spending a night alone in a room with the heads of slaughtered goats & buffaloes, she was carried away from her family. She will live in “almost complete isolation” and will not return to her family until she reaches puberty.
Who will love her? Who will teach her? Who will comfort her?
What is most infuriating is that this is a pointless exercise. She is not a goddess. This is a barbaric way to treat a child. Being created by humans, I am not surprised that these practices are barbaric, but that doesn’t make it easier to hear about. This religion is shockingly different from Christianity. One of the radical things about Christianity is that it doesn’t make sense to our human minds.
Heathen gods: Diety bound to physical condition (i.e. pre-puberty)
Jesus: Diety in the past, present, future, forever
Heathen gods: Changeable, petulant, needing to be appeased
Jesus: Constant, loving, forgiving
Heathen gods: Created
Jesus: Creator
This is one of the proofs of Christianity for me. All other religions make sense to humans, because they were created by humans. Christianity is full of mysteries, because it was created by God.
Our stairs to the second story have two large windows set high up on adjacent walls. I was walking up the stairs Sunday, just having arrived home after a family weekend away. I looked under one of the windows and noticed something splattered on the wall. “That’s funny,” I mused, “if I didn’t know better, I’d say that looked just like bird poop.” Of course, that’s ridiculous, because there would never be a bird in my house. I loathe birds. They’re dirty. They’re noisy. They have lice. Bird poop. Funny.
I put away whatever it was I was carrying upstairs then proceeded to head downstairs. From that vantage point I had a clear view of the window sills. The window sills splattered with poop. Bird poop. In my house.
BIRD POOP IN MY HOUSE!!!
“Husband?” I called. “Can you come here, please?”
“Yes, wife.”
“What does that look like to you, husband?”
“I don’t know?”
“Does it look like bird poop? Does it look like bird poop IN MY HOUSE?”
“Well, yes, actually it does. That’s funny, because I saw something on the kitchen floor that looked like bird poop.”
“WHAT?!!?”
Yep. in my kitchen. poop.
I could tell you how the bird got in. If I knew. I have my suspicions, and they include loving relatives letting out an oaf of a dog and forgetting to close the door all the way.
in my house.
Admittedly, I didn’t watch much of the VP debate. What are they going to say? “No, I actually disagree with my running mate on that point…” Not likely. If you know McCain and Obama’s stances, you know precisely what the VP’s are going to say.
I was more interested in how they would say it. What would the dynamics be in a VP debate with a woman involved?
I was shocked at how casual Palin was in her speech and mannerisms. In the few minutes I watched she said “darn” twice and winked at the camera twice. I think people will find her casual manner refreshing. It’s so different from what we’re used to from politicians. I don’t think it will get her votes, however. As is always noted, the VP is just one heart-beat away from the Presidency. Do Americans really want their President saying “darn” and winking? I’m doubting it.
Biden seemed unsure how to respond to Palin. He was polite and reserved. He didn’t seem to be quite as much on the attack as Palin. I think he was in a hard position — he had to disagree with her and make her look like the less-worthy candidate without appearing to be mean to a lady. In the few minutes we saw, some interchanges had the feel of a Mommy chastising her little boy. Not such a great image for a VP candidate.
I’m still just not feeling it for either candidate right now. Chuck Norris for President, anyone?
So far this morning I have been asked to create the following:
•A laser field for spys. (Check. Red yarn running back and forth through the dining room.)
•A museum elevator. (Check. Elevator doors, buttons, and display drawn on paper and hung on the stairs’ landing.)
•A teradactyl hanging from the ceiling. (ummm…no.)
•A volcano that spits out fire and ash. (Check. Toybox emptied, construction paper crumpled, child placed in toybox to throw out paper.)
Can you tell the kids are feeling imaginative today??!?
Unfortunately, while imagination is a regular staple at our house, participation on my part is not. I’m not a crafty person by nature, so any imaginative play that requires creativity on my part is often put off until “maybe tomorrow…” I may be changing that, though, because look at what they’ve said:
“You know, Mom? For doing this, I’m going to give you a kiss. When Daddy sees this he’ll be amazed!”
“Thank you so much for doing this, Mommy!”
“Mommy, this is awesome. How can I thank you?” (You just did, pumpkin. You just did. Now go play a video game so I can blog.)
1. Holy Cow, it’s OCTOBER!! I cannot believe how fast this fall is flying by.
2. “The Office” is back, and I am one happy woman. It was nice to see last week’s episode being held mainly in the actual office. Last season they were off-site a lot, and I think the show lost some of its original appeal.
3. I love chocolate. Loooove it. Actually, I just love sugar. Which is why I’m so sad that I read this yesterday. I read it as I was eating chocolate frosting from a can. I’m serious.
4. I tried some pumpkin beer this weekend. I don’t like the taste of alcohol, so I don’t drink, but someone handed me a sample to taste, and I thought, “Why not?” (Does that qualify as a compound, complex sentence? That sounds better than calling it a run-on.) Anyway, now I know “why not.” Pumpkin beer tastes as nasty as it sounds.
