I really haven't forgotten about this blog!!

It's just that I've been a little busy lately... where do I begin?

Amy, our oldest lamb, GRADUATED on June 14th! We had a wonderful time with our family and friends that day - pictures coming soon!

Since the Christmas play that our church did, Psalty the Singing Songbook has gotten married and had three kids! So, for the last several months, I have had the privilege of making costumes for all of them. I did, of course, have a LOT of help, but the job still took up most of my time since the last week of April. The performance was yesterday and every one of the kids did a FANTASTIC job. Stay tuned for another post on this, complete with pictures! I hope to get them posted sometime this year.

It's been nine months, and I'm still struggling with the aftermath of my gall bladder's rebellion and subsequent dishonorable discharge. The doctor calls it "Bile Acid Gastritis" and the bottom line is that I can't eat anything that has fat or oil of any kind, no spicy foods, and no caffeine. That pretty much eliminates everything from my diet except chicken breast, granola bars, and sugar snap peas. I've literally lost all the weight I have gained since getting married 23 years ago, so I'm not complaining about that part of it, but it would be nice to have a bite or two of steak without fear of reprisal. The doctor says it'll get better, but it can take a long time. Define "long", please?

Since the end of May, all of us except Gary and Collin have had some sort of virus that has knocked us out, one at a time. I just KNEW that Collin would be next, and I've prayed for the last two weeks that he wouldn't get it because of his big part in the Psalty performance. Anyhow, now that the play is over with (just yesterday!) and we thought we had a chance to recover and get our lives back in order, Collin came to me this afternoon and said those dreaded words: "Mom, I don't feel very good." He had a fever of 103, aches, chills, etc. I'm so glad he waited until after I took a nap this afternoon. Any suggestions on how to sanitize the whole house at once to kill off this thing once and for all? Stephanie suggested taking off the roof and just dumping in a few truckloads of bleach...sounds like a plan to me! How does one sanitize furniture and carpets, without ruining them? I also think we need to bleach all the chairs at church.

Amy had a minor car accident on July 7th - she wasn't hurt except for some minor stiffness and a sore neck, but that went away a few days later. I'll let her tell you more about it on her blog. The blessing of it all is that now God has provided us with a really nice van. It's a '98 Chevy Venture. Yeah, it's over 10 years old, but it's in excellent condition. It's definitely never spent a winter in northern Illinois (so there's no rust), and has only 66K miles on it. And, it has A/C vents in the back, so the kids are REALLY happy!

I finally, for the first time in my life, read all the books in the Chronicles of Narnia series. Mandy likes to have me lie down with her for a little while every night when she goes to bed. So, since I couldn't sit at the computer during my evening moments and update this blog, I decided to start reading books again. Now I'm close to finishing the second novel in the Mitford series, by Jan Karon. Only six more to go...

And, my parents' house has sold and they are moving here from Tulsa this coming weekend!! For the first time since I was 18, we'll be living in the same state! It will be such a blessing to have both sets of grandparents nearby. What a blessing that their house sold so quickly - God's hand is definitely at work here.

Here it is, late evening, and since I'm gonna have to set a timer to wake myself up every three hours to monitor Collin's temperature, I had better get some sleep. I'm looking forward to a normal life again, but I don't think it's going to happen this week. Honestly, though -- when I look at so many others close to me and compare my own struggles with some of theirs, I think I live a rather idyllic - no, blessed - life. We are truly blessed beyond measure.

And speaking of Jack Webb...

Here's a favorite video clip we got from someone a long time ago:

Dog Police

(Dragnet theme song plays, Jack Webb starts talking...)

The story you're about to read is true. No names have been changed, because none of them was innocent. (anyone remember Isaac Air Freight?)

This is the city. Lots and lots of houses on postage stamp lots. And in almost every back yard, a dog or two. Except for mine, just about every yard in my neighborhood contains at least one dog. I am completely surrounded. My name is not Friday, but I'm beginning to think I ought to carry a badge.

Most of the dogs are peaceful and civilized, but all of them make a lot of noise, especially when sirens or C-5's go by. And in every neighborhood there always seems to be at least one troublemaker. Here, that troublemaker is a rather unattractive bulldog named Lola, who lives next door.

I was minding my own business, watering my flowers this morning, when I heard a commotion in the yard next to my own. This is not an uncommon occurrence, due to the fact that Lola is the local bully. (This must be how they came up with the name, "bulldog".) She is perfectly friendly to people, but not to other dogs. And when she's in a rage and fence-fighting with a neighbor, she becomes just about the most mindless piece of meat on four legs I've ever seen.

A week ago, Lola the bullydog was shouting insults at the dog on the other side of my yard (her name is Daisy). Daisy hasn't yet learned the folly of returning evil for evil, and started yelling insults back. This infuriated Lola, and she got so worked up that she managed to bulldoze her way THROUGH the slats of the fence into my yard. She then started fence-fighting with Daisy. After I herded the local gawkers (my children) back into the house, I got a rope around Lola's neck and literally dragged forty pounds of dog back across my yard, through the gate, and back into her own yard. I then spent the next hour with a cordless drill and a box of deck screws, repairing the nearly useless fence.

Lola's yard-mate, a little brown escape artist named Stewey, has learned how to dig holes under the fences and also how to squeeze between any loose boards. He makes the rounds of the neighbors' yards, stealing their dog food and treats. I don't think he and Lola are really working together, because he never seems to be listening to her barking orders through the fence.

This morning as Stewey made his usual rounds, his last caper before heading back to his own yard was the yard directly behind mine - the home of a three-month-old puppy named Brody. Apparently, Brody followed Stewey back through his hole into Stewey's yard, where he was immediately assaulted by the bullydog. This was the commotion I heard as I came outside.

I knew that puppy wouldn't last long if I didn't do something, so I went over there and looked for something with which to lasso the bullydog. The only thing available was the neighbor's garden hose. It didn't work too well as a lasso, but I was able to get it around her neck just enough to pull her off the puppy. (It was hard to tell just where her neck actually was.) Finally, after about ten minutes of fighting with her, she backed off just enough that I was able to safely pick up Brody and carry him out of danger.

First, I set him down in my driveway while I had Collin open up the garage door so I could get a rope for Brody. I also had Tim go upstairs and retrieve my slippers, since I had stepped in a big pile of leftovers during the rescue (the things a cop has to endure to protect and to serve!) and had to remove my shoes.

Brody came out of the ordeal badly shaken, but not injured. In fact, there wasn't a scratch on him, but he did have a LOT of dog drool all over his throat. Seems the bullydog's face is more flab than teeth; I wonder if she has any? No, I don't really want to know.

After Brody had somewhat recovered from his scare, I took him around to the front door of his house and rang the doorbell. No one was home. So, I felt it necessary to take temporary custody of the puppy. I left a note on the door, which read,

"Hi,
I have Brody in my yard. I had to rescue him this morning from the bulldog next door. Please call me or drop by as soon as possible. We need to talk."

I also left a note on Lola's owner's front door, asking her to contact me so I could talk to her about the dogs. I haven't heard from her. (I don't know whether she talked to Gary while I was at HOPE tonight, but I doubt it.)

I took Brody back to my yard and tied him to a tree so he could rest. I was afraid to put him back in his own yard since I didn't know whether or not he'd learned his lesson about crossing boundaries and I didn't want to find out. Plus, I wanted to make sure I got a chance to talk to his owner. I sent Tim over the fence to get some of his dog food, but the dish was empty - probably stolen by Stewey.

We all enjoyed playing with him all day until his owner came to get him when she got home from work. I told her all about what had happened and she thanked me profusely. I suggested that she keep him in his crate in the house while they're gone, rather than leaving him outside all day. I hope she'll do that. He's a really sweet puppy but he'll start learning a lot of bad habits from the other neighborhood dogs if he's left to himself all the time like they are. The proverb that says, "A child who is left to himself brings grief to his mother" is true for dogs, too!

I have been wanting an opportunity to get to know my neighbors a little better, but I didn't expect it to have to be like this. I don't want to be the one to be complaining about their dogs, but I am honestly getting tired of being the dog police around here.

I don't even own a dog!

Resurrection Day Picture

I know it's two weeks overdue, but it's been a lot longer than that since we all had our picture taken together. Thank you, Beth!!! So, here it is - our family with both sets of grandparents, all together for Resurrection Day, March 23, 2008!

I always seem to find things to comment on when I look at a picture of our family - things like:

Gary's dad, as usual, has something profound to say.
Collin, as usual, needs a haircut.
Mandy, as usual, is making funny faces.
I, as usual, am wearing the same dress I wore for a family picture in October of 2000 and for several other pictures since then. After more than seven years, I think it's time for a new one...sigh! I have the pattern and the fabric ready...

But, don't take this the wrong way - I have NOTHING to complain about! How many families can say that both sets of in-laws get along so well? And look so good in the same picture together? We're more richly blessed than I'd have ever have dared to imagine.

Fourteen months is WAY too long!

That's how long it's been since we last saw my mom and dad - fourteen months! The last time we saw them, they helped us move across the country from northern Illinois here to southern Texas. They stayed almost two weeks and helped us get settled in our new home. It's been such a blessing to have them here this past week for our Lord's Resurrection Day.

Our heart's desire is for them to be able to move down here, too. All our married lives, we've lived two states apart from each other, and it would be such a blessing to all live close enough that we can see them more than once a year. We've spent a lot of time this week driving around looking at houses and neighborhoods, and getting a feel for what is available and what they're looking for. It's probably not quite time for them to move down here, yet, because we saw a lot of what they can't afford, and nothing very appealing that they might be able to afford. We looked at a few model homes, all of which are sitting on lots the size of postage stamps. We're amazed at how densely packed in they are. You have literally five feet of yard on each side of the house, and if you're lucky, you get ten or twelve feet of yard in front and in back. The house itself takes up the rest of the lot. And some of the houses aren't all that big inside - they start at around 1100 square feet.

One of the model homes was obviously built in a real hurry. I think this was definitely a case of too many cooks in the kitchen, or something like that (not that this house's kitchen had room for that many cooks!). There were also three full baths in this very little house...one in the master bedroom, and the other two right across the hall from each other. Very intelligent. This house wasn't really big enough for a family that would need three full baths, as far as I'm concerned.

And I think it might have been that same house that had another goof which my dad noticed - the access hole for the attic had a rafter that went directly across the hole, and electrical wiring strung across the space as well. One obviously wasn't supposed to have access to this attic, at least not through this access hole. Hmmm...

So, we looked at a few more model homes, and then decided to come back to reality and drive through some more established neighborhoods. They need a place where my dad can do his woodworking, so a one-car garage isn't an option. It would be nice to have it near my neighborhood, or better yet, IN my neighborhood - please pray that one of our neighbors will move out and sell their house CHEAP (and take their yappy dogs with them).

We're praying that the market in Tulsa will pick up and they'll get a good price for their house there. We're convinced that God has a house already in mind for them here and when the time comes, He'll make it possible.

Girls' Day Out!

On Thursday, Amy and I went out for a Girls' Day Out - for the first time in I don't know how long!! First, we had lunch at La Madeleine, then we went downtown. We parked the car, took a nice, leisurely walk on the Riverwalk, and then went to the Majestic Theatre to see "Phantom of the Opera." It was absolutely incredible! The sets and costumes were amazingly elaborate. I think the most interesting set was the scene where the Phantom is taking Christine on his boat across the lake to his hide-out. They used fog machines to cover the stage with fog, and with the lighting and all the candlelights that came up from underneath the stage, it really created an amazing effect of water.

I took some pictures of the theatre, though they didn't turn out all that great. The setting I used really requires the camera to be on a tripod. Of course, I took them BEFORE the performance started, because they'd have confiscated my camera if they caught me taking shots of the actual play. I'd love to have taken some pictures of some of those costumes, though!

Amy posted her thoughts about the performance on her blog, too. I agree that the main characters' voices were more to our liking in the movie than in this production, but there's just nothing like seeing a Broadway musical live on stage. No matter how elaborately done, the screen just doesn't do it justice.

I was blessed to have been able to buy the tickets online at a group rate, for a limited time in December! You have no idea just how hard it was to keep it a secret for two months! Well, it was actually a month and a half. I finally broke down and told her a few weeks ago. I got these tickets for her birthday present, so it was nice to be able to celebrate her birthday a second time!

A new blog for you to visit!

Amy has started a new blog! Go take a look:

http://airhead90.blogspot.com/

New post below...

I just posted a new entry about Mandy's haircut, but it's below "Eureka". That's because I started it three weeks ago and this site thinks it should still be dated as three weeks ago.

So, scroll down and take a look! Mandy's hair is shorter!

Eureka!!

I've been searching for my jump drive for almost two weeks. The last time I'd seen it, it was in my shirt pocket and I was carrying my laptop downstairs to sit on the couch and work on lesson plans. I didn't get them done, though, due to other things that demanded my attention that evening (like the movie Gary was watching...). And that was the last I remembered about the whereabouts of my jump drive.

I wasn't too concerned about it being stolen, as there wasn't any sensitive information on it. It just has some of Collin's schoolwork on it and a copy of my lesson plans for that week. It has a keyring with a little tag that says "school" on it, so there's no mistaking that one with the one Gary has from work. I use it to transfer schoolwork and lesson plans from my laptop to the desktop upstairs for printing. I'd really like to have all our computers networked so I can just send things from the laptop in the schoolroom to the printer upstairs, but that's going to have to wait until Gary has the time to do it.

So, it wasn't that big a deal, but it was really driving me nuts! What in the world did I do with it??

I searched my purse, Mandy's purse (because one never knows), my church bag, my other bags, all the pockets in all the clothes I've worn for the past two months, both vehicles, all the desk drawers, and everywhere else in the house I could think of. No jump drive.

Finally, today I called in the troops. I offered a reward of a free lunch from Sonic for the person who finds my jump drive. That caused Tim to launch into search mode. (Collin would have, too, but he was working on an English essay, and Amy didn't seem too interested.)

I didn't really have much hope of anyone finding it, but to my great surprise ten minutes later, I heard Tim call out, "I FOUND IT!!" It was under the cushion of the couch in the living room. I hadn't remembered sitting there so I didn't look there. ( *smack on forehead* )

So, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to Sonic with my very happy son, and a four-year-old who needs some fries, too. And, just to be nice, I'll probably bring back a slushy for Collin who was stuck doing schoolwork when the missing jump drive search was still on.

Hairdresser-in-the-making

I've been meaning to get this posted for over three weeks, now. Sorry for the delay!!

Yesterday, a certain four-year-old decided she'd waited long enough for her haircut and took matters (a.k.a. scissors) into her own hands.

I intended to get her haircut done that weekend. I really did! It's just that so many other things got in the way that I didn't get it done. Never mind the fact that I'd been taking care of two boys with the flu!!! -- but that doesn't count, does it? I had told her on Saturday morning that I would try and give her a haircut (first mistake) but it would have to be after her bath. I don't like cutting dirty hair, you know. Well, I did what I could that day, and I barely managed to get her bath done.

After her bath, I was just sitting down to rest and she came up to me and said, "Now can I have my haircut?" I'm telling you, this child doesn't forget ANYTHING!!! I had to tell her that I was sorry, but I was wiped out and I just couldn't do it (second mistake). So, she went on her merry way and found something else to do until bedtime. And that was the end of it.

Or, so I thought.

On Monday afternoon, I was downstairs doing something in the kitchen. And after awhile, I noticed things were awfully quiet in the house. I was downstairs alone and Mandy wasn't anywhere in sight. Time to investigate.

Amy was in her room on the computer. Collin was busy doing something, off by himself somewhere. Tim was watching a movie in my room (I don't remember whether or not he actually had permission to be in my room to begin with, but that's a moot point, now). And Mandy was playing with her toys...in my room, too. All was well...

Then Mandy looked up and saw me looking at her, and with a great deal of pride she said, "Look, Mom! I cut my hair!!"

I didn't notice it at first. I wouldn't have noticed it at all if she hadn't made such an effort to show me. "You did? Where?"

"Here!" And she pulled the hair on the sides of her head around to the front so I could see. There was a lot of hair missing.

I didn't see any suspicious items (like scissors) lying around, so I asked, "What did you use to cut your hair with?"

"Your scissors."

"What scissors?"

She grabbed my hand and led me to my bathroom, and pointed to the drawer where I kept my hair-cutting scissors and electric clippers. "Those scissors," she said. The scissors were in the drawer. Further observation revealed hair all over Mandy's shirt, the bathroom counter, and the floor, but not enough to have made me too concerned. Then I saw the HUGE wad of hair in the garbage can. She had cut her own hair, put the scissors away, and tried her best to clean up the mess! I took a closer look at the back of her head, and that's when the reality of it all set in. I had work to do to fix this. *sigh* So, I gave her the rest of her haircut. And she was happy.

However, when I was done, she wasn't quite so happy. She looked in the mirror and said, "I'm a boy, now." She had lost over six inches of beautiful brown hair.

The funny part of it all is that the hair that was really bothering her wasn't touched! Her bangs had been hanging in her eyes for a couple of weeks but she didn't cut those at all, much to my relief. The hair-cutting scissors are now kept safely INSIDE the box with the electric clippers, and I'm pretty sure she can't get that box open. I have a very hard time getting it open myself.

Since then, she has mentioned that she doesn't really like her hair short and she wants it back. I told her that she'll just have to wait until it grows back and that she shouldn't cut it again.

I wonder if she'll remember that!