He fathers us, right? Yes. We are His children. Yes.
I have heard so many people over my life complain about what they perceive as this nazi god, He's so mean, all you ever hear from Him is NO no no no no. Don't do this, don't do that!
WELL, to all those people, (who are not reading this, but oh well), maybe that's all you are hearing because you are being a little disobedient brat. Guess what? If you do what He says, there is no need for Him to be drilling law at you. If you make it your business and/or perogative to do whatever the heck you want, yes, what's He left with to say, but no, don't do that. stop it, no no , stop it, no... Because He loves us, and being a good Parent, He has to inform us of what will be harmful to us and try to enforce it, to carry out consequences.
Ok, there's no hiding this is coming from a personal experience, so I'll cut to the chase. Up until the last month, Anna has been virtually effortless to parent. Seriously. I have gotten off SOOO easy. She obeyed everything at first suggestion and often didn't even have to be told stuff. I almost felt guilty when talking to other friends and hearing their struggles with their kids. She would eat whatever she was given, play with whatever you suggested, indefinitely, stop instantly if she learned something was not favourable to us. Now she is pushing, which I suppose is normal. They go in phases. But I realized, especially in the last couple days, how I didn't even feel like a parent that much to her. She was just my tiny little friend. We could hang out and there was never any tension cause she was perfectly agreeable and obedient. These last days, I am feeling like the big meany, the nazi, the nay-sayer. Because she refuses to do what she is told, and is not being compliant, that puts me in the position of being the stern enforcer. I never had to do that yet. She didn't make me. Now she is. I don't enjoy judgment and discipline, I far preferred being her chum, but I have to do it, if she is rebellious. When she is being obedient, we can just carry on happily like a couple buddies, and she might have never seen me even look stern.
And I said to myself, aaaahhhh.... we do that to God.
Maybe your own behaviour and heart attitude are determining/affecting how you see God. Your relationship could be different, better; heck, like a couple buddies.
I believe that with my whole heart.
Wednesday, November 29, 2006
Thursday, November 23, 2006
character corruptors and a giggle
Listening to the CBC this morning, I heard about a study done at the University of Michigan recently. They were looking at the effect of thought topic on social interaction, specifically, how people interact when they are thinking about money, or if there is any change in how people interact when they are/were thinking about money.
There were 2 groups.
The first group was given crossword puzzles etc. that they were to complete together as a group, and all the words in the puzzles were about money, salaries etc.
The 2nd group also had puzzles, but with words unrelated to money altogether.
The first group was less patient with each other in working together.
But the main test was afterwards. They put them in with some students in a social situation, this is the part I missed thanks to being asked a question by a toddler, but they were thrown in with students anyway, the circumstance I can't define. Anyway, the people in group #1 were far less likely to ask for help (humility) or to offer help to the students (generosity/service) than the people of group #2.
ALSO, interestingly enough, the people of group #1 distanced themselves from people. When placed on couches with others, group #1 made a point of sitting at least 10% further from their neighbour than people of group #2. The commentator suggested that was due to a primal self- protection instinct, 'guarding what is yours' kinda thing. (greed)
And all this from the subconscious suggestion of thought about money. Very interesting.
We have all heard the verse 1 Timothy 6:10
"For the love of money is a root of all kinds of evil..."
The LOVE of money... why does that always get confused with money itself. Little green papers are not intrinsically evil. Anyways, tangent.
It is the LOVE of money, the greed, the not-relying-on-God and trusting Him, but putting one's trust in the dollar (or man, yourself, and your ability to look after yourself), that are at the root of all manner of evils.
Looks to me, if I'm not over-concluding, which I probably am, that we have something in us, be it our sin nature or training from our greedy culture, that even the mere thought of money can begin to draw out darkness in us, including pride, selfishness and greed. Wow.
Just one more reason to be diligent in excercising control over one's thought life.
So here's an old Anna story that I kept forgetting to post.
On this day during lunch, Anna stopped with a start and called to me with huge eyes, while pointing to her belly.
"Mommy! My tummy is bouncing!"
She had the hiccups.
And remember the little crying kid at the church nursery she kept trying to comfort? Turns out he was sick and now Anna is battling that a little too. She got sick in her bed the other night, and this is her retelling of the events the following morning to my Dad on the phone.
*fairly graphic depiction : you have been warned.
"And I was sick! In my woom.. and I was dwipping... and .. and... it was food... and it was in my mouth! and then.... it was in my bed! and.... I choked.. and I coughed.... and...it was not a good idea."
There were 2 groups.
The first group was given crossword puzzles etc. that they were to complete together as a group, and all the words in the puzzles were about money, salaries etc.
The 2nd group also had puzzles, but with words unrelated to money altogether.
The first group was less patient with each other in working together.
But the main test was afterwards. They put them in with some students in a social situation, this is the part I missed thanks to being asked a question by a toddler, but they were thrown in with students anyway, the circumstance I can't define. Anyway, the people in group #1 were far less likely to ask for help (humility) or to offer help to the students (generosity/service) than the people of group #2.
ALSO, interestingly enough, the people of group #1 distanced themselves from people. When placed on couches with others, group #1 made a point of sitting at least 10% further from their neighbour than people of group #2. The commentator suggested that was due to a primal self- protection instinct, 'guarding what is yours' kinda thing. (greed)
And all this from the subconscious suggestion of thought about money. Very interesting.
We have all heard the verse 1 Timothy 6:10
"For the love of money is a root of all kinds of evil..."
The LOVE of money... why does that always get confused with money itself. Little green papers are not intrinsically evil. Anyways, tangent.
It is the LOVE of money, the greed, the not-relying-on-God and trusting Him, but putting one's trust in the dollar (or man, yourself, and your ability to look after yourself), that are at the root of all manner of evils.
Looks to me, if I'm not over-concluding, which I probably am, that we have something in us, be it our sin nature or training from our greedy culture, that even the mere thought of money can begin to draw out darkness in us, including pride, selfishness and greed. Wow.
Just one more reason to be diligent in excercising control over one's thought life.
So here's an old Anna story that I kept forgetting to post.
On this day during lunch, Anna stopped with a start and called to me with huge eyes, while pointing to her belly.
"Mommy! My tummy is bouncing!"
She had the hiccups.
And remember the little crying kid at the church nursery she kept trying to comfort? Turns out he was sick and now Anna is battling that a little too. She got sick in her bed the other night, and this is her retelling of the events the following morning to my Dad on the phone.
*fairly graphic depiction : you have been warned.
"And I was sick! In my woom.. and I was dwipping... and .. and... it was food... and it was in my mouth! and then.... it was in my bed! and.... I choked.. and I coughed.... and...it was not a good idea."
Monday, November 20, 2006
midnight scatterbrained mania
Stupid thing #1 : blogging at 1am. I should have been asleep hours ago. I will pay for this tomorrow.
Stupid thing #2 : deciding carelessly at 4:30pm to have a coffee, when your body is no longer accustomed to caffeine cycling in it. Nice. Thus facilitating stupid thing #1.
But since I'm up...
Yeah for inspiration! I have been musically dormant for a number of months, unable to find my mojo. Partly because I found I wasn't hearing anything that inspired me. I heard some today, yeah! Chris and I went to a ceilidh in Judique today with Mairi Rankin rockin out and Jackie Dunn-MacIsaac on piano. MAN Mairi is playing great, and it so got me all wound up, and looking to play again. Which is good, cause I was not happy in my stumped lethargy.
Otherwise, I am featured in an article in the November issue of Celtic Heritage magazine. This is their website, but it hasn't been updated for the current issue, and I don't see anywhere where a person can just buy one issue, I only see subscription options. Stinky. I am going to phone them, so if I learn anything more on that subject, for any interested parties, I will post the info. I wish I had seen the article, to know if I wanted anybody else to see it first!! Oh well! I'm being bold.
http://www.celticheritage.ns.ca/index.htm
So Anna and I went to church this morning. At one point, apparently, Anna found that the minister was a little long-winded in his prayer, and she piped up in a strong voice, "We thank You God for ALL these things, in Jesus' name, AMEN."
At which point, of course, myself and the people next to me nearly split themselves laughing. It was a beautiful moment. She is too much.
Then later in the nursery, I was with her, watching the kids, and she is just so grown up, it was hilarious watching her interact with the other kids. There was a kid 6 mo. older than her who kept kinda crying and pouting, and she kept going over to him, saying, "Awww, Sweety... it's ok," while petting his arm. Then she would come over to me to report, "He doesn't yike it. He's cwying." Then there was another one a couple months younger who was really shy and wouldn't go play wth the toys. So Anna took it upon herself to look after her too, so she kept delivering toys to her, trying to engage her and draw her out. SOO funny to me, esp. in the face of so many people's fears and comments that she would be socially inept because she spends 'too much time just at home with only her mother, and doesn't learn how to interact with other people.' I wish those people could have seen her this morning. If anything, she is more gregarious than any other kid she's had a chance to play with so far.
I'll take this opportunity for a complaint.
I am so homesick. Blech. Oh well. I have had a couple moments recently, even today, where I felt this suffocating sense of not being able to be me. It made me want to scream, jump around like a monkey and be really in-your-face sassy, as if to say, "and you thought THAT was annoying!" Of course, I did nothing, but stand and maybe look distant for a second, while I imagined myself with people who better received me... then continued on.
I am excited about Anna's Christmas presents. We ordered online all Irish stuff for her. 2 cartoon videos in Irish, 2 music cds and 2 books, of a series she already likes, so that's cool. Actually, one of the dvds is of Dora the Explorer overdubbed in Irish! Isn't that hilarious??!?? I cracked up when I saw it, and could not pass it up. These resources will be SO helpful for BOth of us. She needs to hear it from someone else other than me. I recently realized, she has never heard a conversation in Irish! She only hears one side of a conversation, ME. No wonder she doesn't understand how to respond to me usually, even though she knows the words, and understands whatever I say. So the videos esp. will be good for her. And for me too, to be hearing it more.
My morning sickness is now sticking to mornings, just a couple hours. Much more do-able. Now I'm starting to get excited about the prospect of what this little person will be like. So much potential, excitement, anticipation, and it's only beginning!
hmm... I guess that's about it.
Stupid thing #2 : deciding carelessly at 4:30pm to have a coffee, when your body is no longer accustomed to caffeine cycling in it. Nice. Thus facilitating stupid thing #1.
But since I'm up...
Yeah for inspiration! I have been musically dormant for a number of months, unable to find my mojo. Partly because I found I wasn't hearing anything that inspired me. I heard some today, yeah! Chris and I went to a ceilidh in Judique today with Mairi Rankin rockin out and Jackie Dunn-MacIsaac on piano. MAN Mairi is playing great, and it so got me all wound up, and looking to play again. Which is good, cause I was not happy in my stumped lethargy.
Otherwise, I am featured in an article in the November issue of Celtic Heritage magazine. This is their website, but it hasn't been updated for the current issue, and I don't see anywhere where a person can just buy one issue, I only see subscription options. Stinky. I am going to phone them, so if I learn anything more on that subject, for any interested parties, I will post the info. I wish I had seen the article, to know if I wanted anybody else to see it first!! Oh well! I'm being bold.
http://www.celticheritage.ns.ca/index.htm
So Anna and I went to church this morning. At one point, apparently, Anna found that the minister was a little long-winded in his prayer, and she piped up in a strong voice, "We thank You God for ALL these things, in Jesus' name, AMEN."
At which point, of course, myself and the people next to me nearly split themselves laughing. It was a beautiful moment. She is too much.
Then later in the nursery, I was with her, watching the kids, and she is just so grown up, it was hilarious watching her interact with the other kids. There was a kid 6 mo. older than her who kept kinda crying and pouting, and she kept going over to him, saying, "Awww, Sweety... it's ok," while petting his arm. Then she would come over to me to report, "He doesn't yike it. He's cwying." Then there was another one a couple months younger who was really shy and wouldn't go play wth the toys. So Anna took it upon herself to look after her too, so she kept delivering toys to her, trying to engage her and draw her out. SOO funny to me, esp. in the face of so many people's fears and comments that she would be socially inept because she spends 'too much time just at home with only her mother, and doesn't learn how to interact with other people.' I wish those people could have seen her this morning. If anything, she is more gregarious than any other kid she's had a chance to play with so far.
I'll take this opportunity for a complaint.
I am so homesick. Blech. Oh well. I have had a couple moments recently, even today, where I felt this suffocating sense of not being able to be me. It made me want to scream, jump around like a monkey and be really in-your-face sassy, as if to say, "and you thought THAT was annoying!" Of course, I did nothing, but stand and maybe look distant for a second, while I imagined myself with people who better received me... then continued on.
I am excited about Anna's Christmas presents. We ordered online all Irish stuff for her. 2 cartoon videos in Irish, 2 music cds and 2 books, of a series she already likes, so that's cool. Actually, one of the dvds is of Dora the Explorer overdubbed in Irish! Isn't that hilarious??!?? I cracked up when I saw it, and could not pass it up. These resources will be SO helpful for BOth of us. She needs to hear it from someone else other than me. I recently realized, she has never heard a conversation in Irish! She only hears one side of a conversation, ME. No wonder she doesn't understand how to respond to me usually, even though she knows the words, and understands whatever I say. So the videos esp. will be good for her. And for me too, to be hearing it more.
My morning sickness is now sticking to mornings, just a couple hours. Much more do-able. Now I'm starting to get excited about the prospect of what this little person will be like. So much potential, excitement, anticipation, and it's only beginning!
hmm... I guess that's about it.
Monday, November 13, 2006
kid update
In response to Katherine's inquiry.
I am 13 weeks, I have one more week 'til the 2nd trimester. The fetus has all its organs, fingernails, and even distinctive fingerprints! Nuts, seeing as how it is about 3 inches long and weighs about an ounce. Wow. I am starting to show, esp. if I wear a fitted shirt. Am looking a little more pregnant than just fat, which is cool.
Still enjoying food immensely and am ale to eat healthier stuff and drink water finally! Yeah. I would like to mention my jubilation that Anna is eating better now! She was going through this toddler picky period, although her picky period is more like some kids eating-everything period. But last night she totally CLEANED a bowl of chana masala I made for supper. OH ya! THAT's my Anna!!! Chana masala is a chick pea & tomatoe indian dish.
I am 13 weeks, I have one more week 'til the 2nd trimester. The fetus has all its organs, fingernails, and even distinctive fingerprints! Nuts, seeing as how it is about 3 inches long and weighs about an ounce. Wow. I am starting to show, esp. if I wear a fitted shirt. Am looking a little more pregnant than just fat, which is cool.
Still enjoying food immensely and am ale to eat healthier stuff and drink water finally! Yeah. I would like to mention my jubilation that Anna is eating better now! She was going through this toddler picky period, although her picky period is more like some kids eating-everything period. But last night she totally CLEANED a bowl of chana masala I made for supper. OH ya! THAT's my Anna!!! Chana masala is a chick pea & tomatoe indian dish.
life, death, and a ghetto boogie
Mmm.. sitting by the fire, reflecting.
Just a couple random thoughts from the last couple days.
One was about the circle of life and rejuvination. I heard a one of those songs that says that the holidays more or less stink and are depressing because of all the losses or pain that one has experienced over the years during this time that the season only seem to commemorate, or the loved ones that one does NOT have near them, because of death, or seperation of some variety like break-up, divorce, etc.
I haven't had any great history of tragedy coinciding with this season, which I know some people have. I can only cite the loss of my Grandma with whom I was very close, 3 years ago, Dec. 15th. Death and divorces bring one down, but then I looked at Anna, and I just realized how the cycle of life makes you look forward. Children are so very time consuming, but one benefit of that is that it makes you move on, and it supplies you with an abundance of new memories. They are so fresh and full of new life, new ideas, new explorations, excitements, innocence... you can't help but have a smiley face painted on the frowney spots in your memory. A built-in survival mechanism God put in our lives and world to turn sorrow into joy. Pretty cool. Of course I'm not offering this as a one dimensional cure for sadness, but that life does bring hope.
Then I heard one of my favourite songs again last night, for the first time in a couple years: Killing me Softly. Yes, the new ghetto version by Lauryn Hill. I love it. It came out when I was in high school, and I used to sing harmonies with a bunch of black girls in the orchestra room, doing our own little rendition of it. A great memory. I just love the song. Maybe some will find this sacreligious , but I find Sinatra's version SOOO white now. Oh well. My apologies to his faithful admirers. So I heard this song again, and all the associated memories came rushing up. My shoulders instinctively began that little shrugging/bounce dance thing that we always did and all these ghetto gestures, (the Mary J. Blige etc.) that are undoubtedly laughably out-of-date now to any current ghetto kid, nevermind my rural-white-mom rendition of them.
More often than not, when a person lets go, expresses themselves with very much freedom and liberty, they don't end up looking super cool. Like the interpretive dances I perform for Anna to various classical pieces, in my own little version of ballet/modern/freestyle. Ya. I grew up doing this style of dance on a daily basis, and loved it, my parents loved it, but they were biased. And Anna loves it. But she hasn't yet a concept of "cool", for which I am utterly thankful and dread her learning that word. There's singing too. I'm a "nobody's-home diva".
Boy, if there's no one to think critical thoughts, watch out Mariah, Jenni is on the stage.
I know full well that I neither sound the way I hear in my head, nor look the way I imagine when I dance. I can't actually execute these imagined beauties.
This is precisely what I am lamenting. That inability to express what one imagines. Beautiful songs I hear and dances I choreograph, but are stuck in my head to be enjoyed by an audience of one: me. Then there is the unfortunate reality that if I ever do my little shoulder shrug dance when Anna is older, even though it will seem perfectly cool and natural to me, I will look completely ludicrous to her. This stinks. I don't know how else to say it.
Just blather. No real commentary or anything deep to glean from it.
On a totally side note, I totally endorse Lauryn Hill's rant to the Vatican. You go girl.
Just a couple random thoughts from the last couple days.
One was about the circle of life and rejuvination. I heard a one of those songs that says that the holidays more or less stink and are depressing because of all the losses or pain that one has experienced over the years during this time that the season only seem to commemorate, or the loved ones that one does NOT have near them, because of death, or seperation of some variety like break-up, divorce, etc.
I haven't had any great history of tragedy coinciding with this season, which I know some people have. I can only cite the loss of my Grandma with whom I was very close, 3 years ago, Dec. 15th. Death and divorces bring one down, but then I looked at Anna, and I just realized how the cycle of life makes you look forward. Children are so very time consuming, but one benefit of that is that it makes you move on, and it supplies you with an abundance of new memories. They are so fresh and full of new life, new ideas, new explorations, excitements, innocence... you can't help but have a smiley face painted on the frowney spots in your memory. A built-in survival mechanism God put in our lives and world to turn sorrow into joy. Pretty cool. Of course I'm not offering this as a one dimensional cure for sadness, but that life does bring hope.
Then I heard one of my favourite songs again last night, for the first time in a couple years: Killing me Softly. Yes, the new ghetto version by Lauryn Hill. I love it. It came out when I was in high school, and I used to sing harmonies with a bunch of black girls in the orchestra room, doing our own little rendition of it. A great memory. I just love the song. Maybe some will find this sacreligious , but I find Sinatra's version SOOO white now. Oh well. My apologies to his faithful admirers. So I heard this song again, and all the associated memories came rushing up. My shoulders instinctively began that little shrugging/bounce dance thing that we always did and all these ghetto gestures, (the Mary J. Blige etc.) that are undoubtedly laughably out-of-date now to any current ghetto kid, nevermind my rural-white-mom rendition of them.
More often than not, when a person lets go, expresses themselves with very much freedom and liberty, they don't end up looking super cool. Like the interpretive dances I perform for Anna to various classical pieces, in my own little version of ballet/modern/freestyle. Ya. I grew up doing this style of dance on a daily basis, and loved it, my parents loved it, but they were biased. And Anna loves it. But she hasn't yet a concept of "cool", for which I am utterly thankful and dread her learning that word. There's singing too. I'm a "nobody's-home diva".
Boy, if there's no one to think critical thoughts, watch out Mariah, Jenni is on the stage.
I know full well that I neither sound the way I hear in my head, nor look the way I imagine when I dance. I can't actually execute these imagined beauties.
This is precisely what I am lamenting. That inability to express what one imagines. Beautiful songs I hear and dances I choreograph, but are stuck in my head to be enjoyed by an audience of one: me. Then there is the unfortunate reality that if I ever do my little shoulder shrug dance when Anna is older, even though it will seem perfectly cool and natural to me, I will look completely ludicrous to her. This stinks. I don't know how else to say it.
Just blather. No real commentary or anything deep to glean from it.
On a totally side note, I totally endorse Lauryn Hill's rant to the Vatican. You go girl.
Wednesday, November 08, 2006
Captain's Blog...
Earthdate (by Gregorian calendar, Atlantic time), Wednesday, November 8th.
I have discovered, or more appropriately REdiscovered a wonderful mystery and pleasure. FOOD!
For so long, it was hard to eat, harder still to find something I could think about enjoying. I now feel I have an idea what it must be like to come off a 40 day fast;
it is the REDISCOVERY OF FOOD!!!!
It is delicious! It is like Christmas in my mouth! I had forgotten what culinary pleasures the Lord instilled in our sustenance. He is so good to us!
Anyway, this feeling better thing is great, I think I mentioned that, and man, food is great, when you can enjoy it! I had a little piece of pumpkin coffee cake with cream cheese in the topping, and a wee little shot glass of coffee a few days ago for an afternoon "tea".... and I was transported. It was divinity on a saucer. Wow.
I need to nap, but I just wanted to share. Simple pleasures, people. Oh ya.
Oh, and about that 'movie bashing' post... at least that's how it came off...
I think I tend to come off a little aggressive in my delivery, and I'd like to take some of the heat out of it, as I'm concerned I've frightened or flustered some people. I didn't mean that movies or tv shouldn't exist, or that no one should ever watch one, or that entertainment is evil, nor am I singling out that one industry as being the source of evil and waste. I just meant that hundreds of millions of dollars might be better spent feeding the starving, clothing the poor, housing the homeless, healing the sick. That's it. Still no comments? Did I make people mad with that one or what?
I have discovered, or more appropriately REdiscovered a wonderful mystery and pleasure. FOOD!
For so long, it was hard to eat, harder still to find something I could think about enjoying. I now feel I have an idea what it must be like to come off a 40 day fast;
it is the REDISCOVERY OF FOOD!!!!
It is delicious! It is like Christmas in my mouth! I had forgotten what culinary pleasures the Lord instilled in our sustenance. He is so good to us!
Anyway, this feeling better thing is great, I think I mentioned that, and man, food is great, when you can enjoy it! I had a little piece of pumpkin coffee cake with cream cheese in the topping, and a wee little shot glass of coffee a few days ago for an afternoon "tea".... and I was transported. It was divinity on a saucer. Wow.
I need to nap, but I just wanted to share. Simple pleasures, people. Oh ya.
Oh, and about that 'movie bashing' post... at least that's how it came off...
I think I tend to come off a little aggressive in my delivery, and I'd like to take some of the heat out of it, as I'm concerned I've frightened or flustered some people. I didn't mean that movies or tv shouldn't exist, or that no one should ever watch one, or that entertainment is evil, nor am I singling out that one industry as being the source of evil and waste. I just meant that hundreds of millions of dollars might be better spent feeding the starving, clothing the poor, housing the homeless, healing the sick. That's it. Still no comments? Did I make people mad with that one or what?
Wednesday, November 01, 2006
bloopers and outtakes
So I told you about the pretty parts... Ooh, a pretty pumpkin, homemeade cinnamon rolls, almond milk and harvesting one's country garden.
But there was a dark side. It wasn't all from a Martha Stewart special. I wasn't wearing heels while doing all this if you were wondering.
First, with gardening, I was ill-prepared with long hair that I neglected to tie up, so it was CONstantly in my face, as I was totally hunkered over to do said harvesting, and gravity works! So my delight in the harvest action had its tainted moments where, incensed, I was violently pursing my lips in an attempt to control foul exclamations when with every turn, I was blinded by clumps of brown locks that of course, would not, nor could not, stay behind my ears.
Then, when I came inside from my harvesting to inspect my new specimens, I was again, slightly hunkered in viewing. Well, maybe I flipped my head slightly to turn to see Anna quickly or what, I don't know, BUT I shook my head somehow, and to my shock at horror, out flew an earthworm FROM within those old brown locks. I squealed, probably jumped a foot, proceeded to shake my hair wildly to dislodge anything else that might be lurking. (flattering visual, I know) I didn't find anything else... thank heaven... but one, let me tell you, was enough. I was apparently too enthusiastic in my earth-slinging. Lesson learned.
Then there was the explosion of pulp from the almond milk when I didn't notice the spinning liquid was gradually pushing up the lid... I just found some more little crumbs today, I am embarrassed to admit, like everything so far in this post.
Then there were the cinnamon rolls... which hey, sounds great right? But were not as great as great cinnamon rolls go, and in following days when I offered them to Anna, she turned them down! I couldn't beleive it. Apparently I was skimpy with my sugary filling. Not using a recipe, and it being the first batch I've attempted in a number of years, I'm not surprised that my ratios were imperfect. The people have spoken, bring on the sugar. Lesson learned.
And this is unrelated, but since we are making confessions, I will confess to temporarily being engaged and wasting time on REALLY stupid celebrity news. Like following Brangelina or whatever. If you know me at all, you are probably saying WHAT?!?!? to that one, as I am SOOOOO not the one to give the gas of an ant about such tabloidial matters. However, sensationalism snagged me for a period, and although I feel more or less free of it now, I do believe confession is good for the soul, and keeping the hidden things known, might help one avoid having hidden things that one DOESN't want known. It is a Biblical principle. So I'm offering myself up to scrutiny so as to try and live whiter.
Does that make me a Crest kid??? :P
p.s. ants CAN'T pass gas... and as a matter of fact, a wonderfully effective home-made anti-ant trick, is to whip up a mixture of molasses and/or honey, sugar water, and yeast... the yeast dissolves, then you dispense it along entrance routes and their trails... they are like!
"Woohoo! Lovin me up da Suga!"
But then the yeast gives them gas.... but they can't... well, toot... so... *ahem* you get the picture.
p.p.s.s. SO... what was YOUr anty voice like? how did you read their lil quote? I wish I could hear your inner monologue. :) but only for a second to hear the ant voice. Then I would go back to mine.
But there was a dark side. It wasn't all from a Martha Stewart special. I wasn't wearing heels while doing all this if you were wondering.
First, with gardening, I was ill-prepared with long hair that I neglected to tie up, so it was CONstantly in my face, as I was totally hunkered over to do said harvesting, and gravity works! So my delight in the harvest action had its tainted moments where, incensed, I was violently pursing my lips in an attempt to control foul exclamations when with every turn, I was blinded by clumps of brown locks that of course, would not, nor could not, stay behind my ears.
Then, when I came inside from my harvesting to inspect my new specimens, I was again, slightly hunkered in viewing. Well, maybe I flipped my head slightly to turn to see Anna quickly or what, I don't know, BUT I shook my head somehow, and to my shock at horror, out flew an earthworm FROM within those old brown locks. I squealed, probably jumped a foot, proceeded to shake my hair wildly to dislodge anything else that might be lurking. (flattering visual, I know) I didn't find anything else... thank heaven... but one, let me tell you, was enough. I was apparently too enthusiastic in my earth-slinging. Lesson learned.
Then there was the explosion of pulp from the almond milk when I didn't notice the spinning liquid was gradually pushing up the lid... I just found some more little crumbs today, I am embarrassed to admit, like everything so far in this post.
Then there were the cinnamon rolls... which hey, sounds great right? But were not as great as great cinnamon rolls go, and in following days when I offered them to Anna, she turned them down! I couldn't beleive it. Apparently I was skimpy with my sugary filling. Not using a recipe, and it being the first batch I've attempted in a number of years, I'm not surprised that my ratios were imperfect. The people have spoken, bring on the sugar. Lesson learned.
And this is unrelated, but since we are making confessions, I will confess to temporarily being engaged and wasting time on REALLY stupid celebrity news. Like following Brangelina or whatever. If you know me at all, you are probably saying WHAT?!?!? to that one, as I am SOOOOO not the one to give the gas of an ant about such tabloidial matters. However, sensationalism snagged me for a period, and although I feel more or less free of it now, I do believe confession is good for the soul, and keeping the hidden things known, might help one avoid having hidden things that one DOESN't want known. It is a Biblical principle. So I'm offering myself up to scrutiny so as to try and live whiter.
Does that make me a Crest kid??? :P
p.s. ants CAN'T pass gas... and as a matter of fact, a wonderfully effective home-made anti-ant trick, is to whip up a mixture of molasses and/or honey, sugar water, and yeast... the yeast dissolves, then you dispense it along entrance routes and their trails... they are like!
"Woohoo! Lovin me up da Suga!"
But then the yeast gives them gas.... but they can't... well, toot... so... *ahem* you get the picture.
p.p.s.s. SO... what was YOUr anty voice like? how did you read their lil quote? I wish I could hear your inner monologue. :) but only for a second to hear the ant voice. Then I would go back to mine.
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