Since this format was so underwhelming for my readers last time, I fgured "why not do it again?" Well, actually, I think I'll do this more often because there are a lot of little things that are never mentioned simply because they can't be "developed" sufficiently.
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One of the best bloggers in the world is up for an award - and she really loves awards. If you don't read Essie at The Accidental Mommy, you really should. And, you should definitely vote for her. Christine at Welcome to My Brain already has enough self-esteem. However, Christine's blog is also awesome, so maybe you'd prefer to vote for her. Funny, though, I "checked out" a few of the other 23 nominees, and was less than overwhelmed, at those I've looked at so far - as in "woudn't bother to go back". But, I don't like Hemmingway, either, or Faulkner - and that doesn't mean they aren't splendid authors - just goes to show there's a blog style for everyone.2
I don't, actually spend all that much time every day blogging or reading blogs. I really don't. Or, it seems like I don't But, the time I do spend adds up, I'm sure. I am just wondering why I no longer have time for some really valuable things I used to love - reading for one. Embroidery. Sewing. Walking. Why? I can't quite fgure it out. My older kids kept me busy, too - and much of the time I was homeschooling one of them, and I spent hours and hours driving to Irish Dance lessons and competitions. I just don't quite get it, but the above are things I really want to "add back" somehow. 3
A sweet adoption story: One of the little boys on Zhenya's basketball team is adopted. His mom is Hispanic, while his dad is blonde. Their son, "Scotty" has pale skin and blonde hair, and really looks a lot like his dad. As part of a school project Scotty drew a self-portrait. He drew himself in his basketball uniform, and colored his skin a soft brown. His teacher over-heard a classmate asking about this, and Scotty exclaimed, "Well I used brown because I'm half-Mexican!"4
I have an issue with spiders, to say the least. How "upset" I get at seeing a spider depends on a few variables: size, how much it impinges on my space, the way it moves and type. I really don't even like to discuss this, because I get physically sick just thinking about them. So, imagine my horror, when the other day as I am securely seat-belted into my car, across the ledge in front of me comes a spider - yes; right up close to me, in the car, while I'm trapped. By the grace of God, I was not driving, but had just pulled into a parking lot and was talking on the phone. OK. Give me credit. I....did....not....panic. I kept talking in a businesslike fashion while grasping somewhat desperately at first the seatbelt, and then the door handle. But, as I opened the door, that *&($% thing JUMPED onto my leg! OK, at that point "businesslike" went out the window and I screamed. While leaping from the car, of course, and hopping about like mad. Actually, I had Maxim with me and was conducting some important business on his behalf (helping him rent an apartment) so he was none too happy to have me lose my grip, so to speak. And, the scream wasn't the end of it, of course. There were a number of histerical pleas for Maxim to "get it!!!" And, Maxim, love his heart! Despite his dismay, as usual in a crisis he could be counted on. He found the subject of my terror and dispatched it, and then [imagining, I think, what might have happened had I actually been driving] offered, in a gentleman-like fashion to drive himself. 5
I really love cookies. Actually, I love them so much better than anyone else in my family, it means that I really can't make them often because I eat almost all of them. They will actually walk past a plate of cookies and not take one. I cannot do this.6
A few days ago, a bunch of the secondary kids at Summit went on an outing to a Tent Revival in a little town out in the country. One thing I learned from this is what a great mimic Sergei is. He gave us a really fine rendition of a Southern Baptist Preacher, and I was all the more impressed because he's not ever experienced anything at all like this - it just isn't the Catholic way. He was listening, though, and we got a good discussion out of it. 7
As you can tell, I didn't mind Sergei finding the dramatic nature of the preaching fascinating, and slightly startling. But, he did take the subject [hell] seriously and wanted to compare and contrast the Catholic way of discussing such topics. Anastasia, on the other hand (in a separate conversation) scoffed mightily and loudly proclaimed her dismissal of God and anything religious. Actually, she did it with more fervor than she does it after Mass. I am not quite sure what that means. I hope, and I rather think, that if she can come someday to feel lovable, she will open her heart to the God who loves her. I pray she will.
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