Things to write about

SO many times (usually at the most inopportune times, like when I'm driving) I think of things to blog about...and then forget them. I sit here at the computer and rack my brain cell trying to remember, and fail miserably.

Quite frankly, I just don't think my life is interesting enough to blog. My kids are pretty much the best and most interesting things, and when I start to write about them, I think I'm just repeating myself.

What I need to do is get over myself and use this as MY "dairy" and stop thinking about what everyone else will think. Hard to do sometimes...

Rain

So, we've had a LOT of rain. The quantity and the manner in which it has fallen has been disasterous for some (many), and, on a less important scale, just plain inconvenient for the rest of us. Just about the time we plan to mow the yard...it rains. We have an outdoor event planned...it rains.

You can call me crazy, but here's my theory:

Last year we had no rain and a lot of wildfires. As we all know, wildfires are nature's way of cleansing the earth and starting over. Now, in the west coast region, they had a ton of rain last year.

This year, we have a ton of rain and the west coast is burning up.

Bare with me...I'm getting there...

So, this is what I think about the rain. Don't whine, gripe, moan, complain - no matter how inconvenient or frustrating. I think all this rain is God's way of, again, cleansing - and COOLING - the earth. This much rain has surely cleaned some of the junk out of the air and has definitely cooled things off. (When was the last time you recall having 80 degree temperatures at 3:00 in the afternoon in July?) And all the rain has definitely cut back on a lot of activities that cause pollutants in the air, which said pollutants are causing global warming. God has His way of cleaning us up for the time being, and teaching us some lessons. ("Hey, I gave you this land you farm for ME to honor ME so I can bless YOU, you better take care of it or either it burns or floods...or the earth combusts and you're out of luck!)

I have NO IDEA if this made any sense to anyone but me...it's just some thoughts I have on the issue.

Sunday, July 8, 2007

I have to say, I love my church. I go to Journey Church here in Norman (yeah, yeah, I know we're a knock off of LifeChurch!!!) and I really and truly learn something EVERY TIME I walk through the doors. This Sunday we started a series about the Sermon on the Mount. Man...Who knew the steps to the Kingdom of Heaven were both so easy and so hard at the same time? I try...fail miserably most of the time...but I am trying.

Now, I'm not quite as adept and eloquent as Michael at this point in time about sharing what I learned in church (and I have SO MUCH to learn), but give me time (literally and figuratively) and you'll get an "earful" from me, too.

I'm trying to remember what I did after church...I know Evan took a nap, I did some cleaning and... oh yeah, I went to Sam's (woo hoo!). I think I went to Blockbuster at some point.

My life is pretty uneventful and uninteresting, really...

Saturday, July 7, 2007

Saturday, July 7 - you know, 7/7/7, started off fairly promising and I had all kinds of things planned to do. First, Evan and I decided to give garage saling a go. Well, let me tell you, that was a bit of a challenge. Hitting garage sales with a 20-month-old is...well, trying. It didn't last long. We only made two. I figured out, however, that while he is somewhat of a handful (and usually is, but this was a whole new ballgame), I don't like dealing with the traffic on the street (of which there is too much on a very narrow street) or the pushy-shovey-grabby people. Maybe this isn't the norm (as I have virtually no experience going to them), but it wore me slick! Evan was particularly cute at the second sale. They had a toddler bed for sale. He LOVED it. He was just dying to get down on that bed and bounce and roll around on it. It was brand new - only used about three times. I was about two minutes from buying it when the grandpa and dad of the little boy to whom it belonged basically talked me out of it. They kept telling me about how he (the little boy) kept falling out...something tells me that if grandma knew what they were saying, she'd ring some necks! Anyway, I left there empty-handed. I actually drove through a couple of other neighborhoods looking for signs, but really didn't see any. Normally I see signs all over the place, 30-40 a weekend. This past weekend, I bet I saw a grand total of 10. Weird. But, it really didn't break my heart. Maybe garage sales are best done and better enjoyed when with another adult...

By the time I got finished trying my hand at garage sales, Mr. Rarin-to-Go was passing out in his carseat. That was my first cue - and the only one it took - to get him home and down for a nap. I planned to do other things that day, too, but it turned out to be one of "those" days where nothing goes as planned and everything you didn't plan on pops up and gets in the way. Right now I can't even remember what it was I planned to do. Nothing major or important, I hope...

My "Order"

I was recently given an "order" to start blogging regularly. I'll give it a shot, but honestly, I'm a blogging idiot. I don't know how to make my page all fancy, do links and all that. Nor do I have the time to really write involved, meaningful blogs. So, whoever decides to read this is in for somewhat of a roller coaster ride...HANG ON, YA'LL!