Bossy

Asher just came out of his room from naptime/roomtime with his guitar.  He bounced into the office & said, “mom, is roomtime over yet?” & I said yes, that it is.  He asked if I wanted to hear a song.  i told him that would be awesome.  He said to come into the tv room & he’d play/sing one for me.  I told him I needed to finish up an email then I’d be in.

A second later he comes in to ask me to turn the light on.  I told him he could do it.  His response:

“Mom, if you don’t turn on the light you don’t get a song”  In a very disciplinarian voice.

E-pistle

I have a few women friends that I email with regularly.   With 2 of these women in particular our exchanges lately have been mostly 3-way discussions vs. one-on-one.  I have been finding myself more & more reading our email exchanges imagining letters exchanged from the apostles to the church ect.  “1 Email, a letter from the christian Melissa to her sisters in Christ scattered over the United States”  Or “2 Jenn:  Dana, a seeker of Christ by the will of God according to the promise of the life that is in Christ Jesus, To Jenn my beloved friend”.  We are praying for one another, working through the practical application of our theology, analyzing our heart motives in parenting and toward our spouses….encouraging one another & preaching to each other.

In the past couple weeks via myspace I have reconnected with a girl who was my “8th grade best friend”.  She had an enormous impact on my salvation (though it didn’t ‘sink in’ till MUCH later) and it has been a breath of fresh air catching up with her & getting to tell her how much she impacted my life as a giddy little middle-schooler.

I know there are facets to “web 2.0″ that cause us to shirk and hide from REAL community, but I must say, I am grateful for the virtual community as well as the “IRL” community.  I have received many timely “e-pistles” from friends over the past few years that I still occasionally look back on.

Not really ‘big momma’ anymore

i realized this past weekend that asher almost never calls me mama anymore.  It’s ‘mom’ now.  this is not allowed.  i wanted to be all southern & stay “momma” forever.  darn.  even grace calls me mom most of the time & she can barely talk…course she also started rolling her eyes & sighing at asher today when he would “correct” her (which he’s technically not allowed to do)….at 18mo.  oh boy.

the littleness seems to be slipping right through my fingers…

slowly sinking?

The to-do list between work, school, church, and family is so utterly huge that I just spent 40 minutes trying to figure how to simply survive the next two weeks without missing anything… like taxes, my hermeneutics paper, or taking Jenn and the kids to the airport.

While I seem, on paper, to be able to survive the next two weeks… that then leads into the following four which don’t look a whole lot prettier.

Your prayers for me, and especially Jenn and the kids, are greatly appreciated.

Traffic School

I went to traffic school last night for my ticket. At the suggestion of ryan’s brother I went for a “comedy traffic school“. The idea is you have to sit through this 4 hour class, so why not make it a little fun….I was game.

It was not funny. At all. In fact, a number of times when the class snickered over what seemed like a “duh” kind of point, the instructor said, “you laugh but this is NOT funny!”. I kept thinking, “maybe it will get funny after we finish the drunk driving & speeding stuff” (cause yes, that’s probably not good to laugh at), but no. It never got funny.

Of course it probably didn’t help that the majority of my ‘classmates’ were quite unhappy about being there & wanted everyone else (particularly the instructor…like she had anything to do with their ticket!) to know it. There was a guy across the table from me that kept making annoying negative comments & after a few times of trying to “put a positive spin” on his complaints (dude, we HAVE to be here, can we just make the best of it?), i just started ignoring him…which was awkward since it was a small table.

Oh well. It’s done. Now all I have to do is remember to take my certificate to the clerk of court. Perhaps she was just having a bad night. It was humorous in the sense that it was definitely not at all funny…& that so many were so up in arms about it. It’s ‘funny’ the things we take too seriously.

Oh, & i did take away two pieces of brand-new (to me) driving knowledge:  1) At a 3 or 4 way stop sign intersection, after the first person goes, the order for each successive driver is to the right (regardless of who got there first).  I thought it was supposed to be in the order of arrival (which always leaves lots of room for confusion & hesitation).     2) You are running a red-light if your back tires do not cross the white line on the other side of the intersection before the light turns red.  So if you go through when it turns yellow as you’re approaching, odds are you’ve technically run that light.