The Ma Side....(sans chocolate)

(the big one is me, the little one is Wal-Mart :-)

Lest there be any misunderstanding, I did NOT take this picture....but rather spied it on one of my favorite weird news sites. It is the third picture in a series of 150 :-)

It's a tribute to Bill Waterson, the creator of "Calvin and Hobbes."

Ya know, just looking at that picture makes me feel better.....

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If Ma Ain't Happy.....

....ain't nobody givin' her chocolate.

This is not a frivolous topic of jest. Oh no. This is a real, down to earth, heartbreaking happening that.....well....JUST happened.

For the second time in two months, I have walked the candy aisles of Wal-Mart only to find the allotted space for Dove's Dark Chocolates empty. YES....I am SERIOUS! It wouldn't be so bad, but the adjoining spaces were literally OVERFLOWING with both milk chocolate, and caramel filled Doves. HEL--LO! If something's gone, it must be in demand!

After experiencing such emotional pain and trauma, I find it just a little hard to believe this.

Hey, you can HAVE your fancy RFID's, just GIVE--ME--MY--CHOCOLATE!!!

I suppose I wouldn't have been quite so dismayed, if I hadn't just spent 45 minutes waiting to use the photo machine. Some man, with apparently 300 or more pictures (OK, I am estimating) was carefully taking up all the time he could, while Ma was left cooling her heels, and even contemplating buying a Rod Stewart CD. (He has one out with Big Band ballads :-) but, I can always get a used one, cheaper)

Kendra was sent out on several forays to acquire mundane items, like toothpaste, vitamins, and anti-aging cream specifically formulated for those waiting in the photo machine line. Each time she returned, I sent her out again on harder and harder missions. By the end, she looked as though she'd aged a few years, herself. So, now she looks seven years older than Ardith, instead of just four...

But to every cloud there is a silver lining. Derek finally got to have all the time he needed to pick out a new (cheapo) watch.

*sigh*

On a completely different subject, I picked up an interesting looking book at Goodwill, "Your Final Diet." Especially intriguing was one of the sub-titles...."Eat chocolate to curb your appetite."

Finally, my kind of approach to dieting......except.....I don't have any chocolate...

*sob*

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The Ma Side

Jedidiah Crow finally discovers his destiny in life.....thanks to his purchase of the "Headless Horseman Avian Adaptor Kit" from the Sears and Roebuck catalog
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Speaking of nasty tricks, my hubby just IM'd me this...

So, beware of links coming over IM with "lockx.exe"

Ask your "buddy" if they truly sent a link.

(you can pay me later....in chocolate....)

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LeTourneau University, Class of 2024

The amazing Bunny Boy at his computer

This picture of Trevor at his computer is noteworthy because, (aside from him being the cutest little three and a half year old nipper in the world) he is playing a game that Jason just started on last night. Jason will probably be going into conniptions at this very moment, since it is not at all finished. But enough is done to keep little brother amused, shooting bullets randomly off into space.

I walked into the computer room the other day and said, "Hey, what is Trevor doing on Carolyn's computer?"

"Oh, she let him go on hers because he doesn't have Linux on his, yet...."

"Oh..........HEY! I don't have Linux on mine, yet....you're not giving that little shrimper Linux, are you?"

*sniff*

Sometimes I feel so left out....
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On another note, it being Sunday afternoon, and trying to simultaneously post, have a family chat with Ardith and Sharon, and think of something for snack, the phone rang just after I'd asked Nolan (6) to get down a box of brownie mix. It was the wife of another heart transplant patient we'd met up at Mayo. We had a nice chat, with me doing most of the listening :-) When finished, I went to the kitchen to find the brownie mix pretty much all--mixed--up.

"Uh, Nolan, you put in the oil and the water...."

*beaming* "Yes!"

"Mmmmm....so, did you measure it?" *checks glass measuring cup"

"Yessss..."

"You put in a half cup of oil, and a quarter cup water?"

*silence*

So, we had established that the oil and water had been added, but the proportions were somewhat unclear. Still, it looked close enough to add the eggs and throw it in the oven.

And, lo and behold, it seems to have baked in a most brownie-ish manner. Worth tasting, at least.

I'm glad to see the boy using his initiative.

But, I will definitely not leave bomb-making plans laying around....

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Latest progress on the church addition
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This is mostly for Ardith and Sharon's benefit, since they are not here to note the weekly installment of boards, cement and such.

If you click on the picture, it will miraculously grow in size, a metaphor of the project shown. Then, you will see Loren in front, leaning in to inspect the damage...er, I mean progress.

Actually, everything seems to be going well, except for an unfortunate puddle at the base of the stairway inside the old section. But that's ok. Most of us didn't really like that color of carpet, anyway. As a mother, I personally recommend something a little darker, to hide the potential mud from kids' shoes. Like, say, BLACK, maybe.

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Though out of college, I still take tests :-)

You are a Social Conservative (30% permissive) and an... Economic Conservative (60% permissive) You are best described as a: Republican Link: The Politics Test on Ok Cupid Also: The OkCupid Dating Persona Test

I got this off Leatherwood's blog. He always writes absorbing stuff, though, sometimes I have to wait for temporal moments of concentration to hit me before reading ALL of a post....:-D

It doesn't matter where I ended up in this Oh So Correct Survey, I'm sure it will disappoint someone. But, when you get to be my age, you just don't care so much, anymore.

So, at the end of the quiz came a REALLY important question...."If you could have any new law made and enforced by goons, what would it be?" My answer...

"I would dictate that...women could have free chocolate after the age of 40."
—RSH from Ackley, IA

Yep. I think that pretty much encapsulates my political viewpoint.

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Sunshine and Shadow....

....one highlights the other
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This picture was taken at Fall Fest several weeks ago at church. I was reminded of that evening last night, as once again, I was absolutely FREEZING for the sake of the kids.

We went to a local hot dog roast for homeschooling families in the "neighborhood." (in Iowa, the term "neighborhood" can include anyone within 20 miles, excluding cows, sheep, and anyone who owns a hog lot)

Fun times of fellowship, a scavenger hunt for the kiddos, and Ma doing her best to generate heat by eating a lot. (I find the cover of darkness ideal for clandestine snarfing. Nobody can see how often I go back for hot dogs, and, most importantly, even I am not aware of the amount of food inhaled)

Most amusing story of the night? When our host reminisced about being sent to the principal's office in Kindergarten for cheerfully sharing the following Yuletide info with his class, "My Mommy sleeps with Santa Claus!" He knew where the Christmas presents came from, anyway....

My children don't usually get in such verbal dilemmas, but they did accost me IMMEDIATELY upon returning from my morning walk.

Ethan and Carolyn: "Mommy! Mommy! You have a mouse caught in a trap! It's still alive!"

Carolyn: "It's only caught by it's foot, Mommy..."

Ethan: "Can't you let it go outside? Or across the road? PLEASE, Mommy??"

Carolyn: "It's so little, Mommy, PLEASE??"

*sigh*

Me: "Oh, I sup-pose I could....of course, you know he'll probably just come back..."

I had my doubts we would even make it to the door. Instead of being caught by one paw, it looked more like three toenails. Three teeny, tiny toenails that might disengage at any moment.

But, despite valiant mousely efforts and impressive 360 degree turnings and twistings, the clamped trap held on. I traipsed to the other side of the gravel road and delicately disengaged the snappy-part so as not become engaged with the delicate teeth of the first-rodent-to-receive-a-pardon.

It immediately started running back across the road towards the house.

"WAIT A MINUTE....." I thought to myself, "THIS is not gonna happen, fella."

I blocked his way numerous times, but he determinedly headed straight for the largest mouse hotel in the area. I was forced to grab him by the tail and gently but FIRMLY hurl him across the ditch.

That ought to slow him down for a minute or two, anyway.

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The Passing of a Saint

Only a few are called to lives of renown.

Most simply plod along.
Meting out that which is necessary for each day.

Through their time,
Their love,
Their work….
And all the simple acts of living.

And while we note the passing of a giant,
Laud and praise his noble works…
The modest, ordinary man, who
Quietly fulfills the tasks of each God-given day,
Enjoys the pleasure of his Father, just as much.

No flash of glory marks his passing.
No famous people stand in state.
And why he faded slowly,
Understanding not the pain,
For himself,
And for his family…
We can never comprehend.

But God, the heavenly Father
Welcomes home the faithful saint.
Rest, so purely bought
By the offering of His Son.

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The Ma Side

The Yard Wide Web....due to a savy buyout of surplus fiber optic silk, the spider colony was able to manufacture an intricate arachnid communication network....for a few weeks, anyway.....

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Dumped (for jury duty) A-gain!

Boy, a person could really get a rejection complex, if I weren't so absolutely certain that I can't be any worse of a human being than half the people in the world....give or take a few billion.

So, after lying awake until about 1:00 a.m. with the ol' mind churning, I arose at 6:45 to achieve the unassuming but neatly attired Juror-of-Excellence look. I think we were reasonably successful, despite forgetting to apply make-up until almost out the door.

One might say I'd spent too much time at the computer, noshing oatmeal and reading news sites. But then, the Juror-of-Excellence must be informed. Otherwise they would merely by a Juror-of Mediocrity--and, I'm sure none of us wants that.

As the sun was burning off a heavy mist, I took my camera along. Usually, this insures nothing picture-worthy will be seen. But, I have learned that if I do NOT take the camera with me, missing a spectacular shot is absolutely guaranteed. (this was proven most conclusively in southern Illinois, when, camera-less, I stared into the face of a 6 point buck...*choke of dismay*....but, I still can't talk about it...)

However, my mind fully absorbed by the potential civic duty ahead, I passed up not one, not two, but THREE, maybe FOUR super photo-ops, just to ensure arriving at the courthouse "promptly at 8:40"

Naturally, we all sat cooling our jurisprudence heels in the courtroom for a good 25 minutes. BUT, I am so THANKFUL we didn't have to watch the instructional video again! Carefully crafted with bad actors representing an older farm-wife, a middle-aged professional black woman, and an eager young "I'm-just-out-of-college-and-I-know-everything" young buck, this jewel of state cinema photography was more than forgettable.

ANYWHO....it was another criminal case, with the defendant representing himself against driving with a revoked licence. This time I wasn't even called up to the jury box, but we still got to listen to the lawyer ask the usual questions, "Do you know the defendant? Do you know me? etc..."

THEN the prosecuting attorney asked if anyone had ever had their license revoked or suspended. Several had, and the most memorable was a spunky older gentleman with a shock of white hair and a comfy flannel shirt. When asked if he had ever driven while under suspension, he replied, "Oh sure. All the time! *much chuckling in courtroom* See, I've been driving since I was 10 years old...*suppressed smile from judge*.....I think some of these rules are crazy....grew up in Minnesota......but I always drove with respect for other people....I feel kinda sympathetic to this fellow...." *nods head toward defendant*

"Your honor, I move this juror be excused for cause...."

"Granted"

And all too soon, "us rejects" in the audience were excused, but told to call in again next Monday night...

My civic duty fulfilled, I left the courthouse, ate three chocolates, and took a few pics on the way home.

Hmmm....only two more months of jury duty....

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Tonight's sunset

Everyone needs something pretty to look at, once in a while....

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El Mayo Reporto, Part Dos

It's a ZERO!! YAYYYY! Zero rejection biopsy!

Just got off the phone with Loren, who has filled me in on all the scoopish details of his first year's check-up.

Angiogram--shows just a little soft buildup, but nothing anyone is worried about. Apparently, it wasn't even compared to the base-line angiogram since it didn't show anything worrisome. So, that is good news. Also interesting....Loren was asked this morning (when they finally got around to the procedure) if he wanted anesthesia or not. And he chose "not." All they did was numb the insertion site. He has to stick around overnight to make sure that doesn't start bleeding. No angiogram needed for another year, but a regular heart biopsy to come in 3 months.

fluid build-up around heart--it is gone! There was a little after transplant because the heart he was given did not take up as much space as the enlarged one he'd had.

bone density--improving, but he will stay on Fosamax for the rest of his life.

cholesterol--it is up. Over 300. And it's not because he eats much junk, at all. The new anti-rejection medication, Sirolimus, (which took the place of Cyclosporine) has the effect of raising one's cholesterol. Therefore, Loren will be taken off Pravachol, a cholesterol drug which wasn't doing all that much, apparently, and started on Zetia.

(and now, if I have to link ONE MORE MED I think I will just go nuts....)

dermotology--no, Loren is not contemplating a face lift or Botox. All transplant patients have to be screened for skin cancer, since some of the drugs make them more sensitive to sunlight. They made an appointment for next week for a surgical consult, to check on some moles on his back. They may just remove them then and there. There was another prescription given for a face wash to deal with the breakouts caused by the Sirolimus. (no shortage of side effects from various medications) I won't give you that med, cause I didn't write it down, and besides, we do NOT want to see Ma go berserko trying to find another druggie link.

And that's the news, from Mayoland.

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Hair-pulling Time

OK! Ma is getting a little stressed out.

*lopsided grin*

I think it might have something to do with putting off Jason's high school transcript until the week it has to be mailed in....

Just picture me with Condi eyes, and you'll have a good idea of my current mental status.

*more grinning*

Next time I'm taking a new tack: two jars...one with subjects completed, the other with possible grades. Pick one slip of paper from each, match them up and that's that.

Let's see, the house is a MESS and Loren comes home tomorrow. (oh well, that won't be anything new for him to see)

*wild grinning*

Kids still sniffling and coughing. Cold has aggravated Melinda's asthma. I refuse to take drippy kids to prayer meeting tonight.

Oh yes, I get to report for jury duty sometime tomorrow. Oh what great fun! Just what I need on my agenda. Thinking seriously about wearing a tin foil hat and claiming kinship to Mel Gisbon. Bet they wouldn't pick me then. OR, maybe they would....I think what they REALLY want are gullible people who can be swayed.

Tired of looking like a fool when I don't know the answer to some question pertaining to school. Finally found a teacher's edition to a grammar book. Amazon.com.....the answer to stupid homeschooling parents.

*slightly delirious grin*

Hmmmm, is that a sore throat I feel coming on?

*reaches for Coldeeze and Zicam*

Trevor, who has just had his after-nap wake-up juice, followed by a chocolate milk chaser, comes over and wants "up." He puts his little kid arms tightly around my neck.....

"Mmmmmm. Are you my snuggly bunny boy?"
*nods*
"Are you still tired from nap?"
"Yassss."
"Do you want to finish Jason's transcript for me?"
*thinks....shakes head "no"*
"Do you want to clean up the house for me?"
*shakes head "no"*
"You are SOOOoooo sweet. I love you!"
*two little arms squeeze me tightly round the neck*

OK. I'm ready to go, again.

*reaches for the last math folder....*

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El Mayo Reporto, Part Uno

Having just gotten off the phone with Loren in the last hour, it is high time for an update.

In the interest of creative organization, we'll start with today and go backwards. I can remember things better that way.

Loren was told to report to St. Mary's Hospital for the yearly angiogram. At 6:00. As in morning. This necessitates getting up sometime be-fore 6. If you are planning to walk from the motel, because they won't let you drive after the anesthesia, you might get up at 5:00. If your internal alarm clock goes off earlier, you might awaken at 4:45.

So, imagining all this, and getting checked into your assigned hospital room, it is just SO lovely to be informed, "Oh, by the way, there is a conference going on, and....well.....(here's comes the really funny part).....we will not be starting the angiograms until 9:30. Thank you, and have a nice day."

*sound heard going down the hall* "Mwah, hah, hah, hah, hah!"

It would seem there was a communication interface systems failure. Or, in RealSpeak, someone forgot to tell something to someone else.

*sigh*

The heart biopsy will be performed at the same time as the angiogram. Should be going on right about.....*looks at watch*.....NOW....barring any unannounced checkers tournaments.

Originally, Loren had a break on Tuesday afternoon, when he was going to come back home, pick me up, and take me away from all the madness of homemaking to the madness of clinic life. That way, I could drive him back to Iowa right after his last appointment on Wednesday. (they don't let you drive until the day after an angiogram) But, in obvious disregard to my personal feelings and schedule, someone he was supposed to visit on Monday couldn't see him until late Tuesday, casting grave doubt on our previous itinerary feasibility studies.

*sigh*

So, Loren will wave off the effects of anesthesia, and hopefully stumble onto the correct shuttle to take him back to the clinic buildings for his final doctor appointments this afternoon. After that, he will take another shuttle back to his motel room, and, assuming he is delivered to the right motel, he will commune with his happy lappy-top until falling asleep at...oh....I'm guessing 8:30p.m.

Technically, he is not supposed to be alone after the procedure, since one possible complication is bleeding from the cath site. But, they told him he'd be all right if he kept his cell phone at his side.

It's probably good that I did not go. The last thing Loren needs is a wild woman running up and down the halls screaming, "But we got up before five in the morning!!"

There's not enough chocolate in the WORLD to compensate for all of that...

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Musings on Baseball

Concerning singing the national anthem....please, PLEASE get professional quality musicians for the performances. Chicago gets an "F" for the first night. Given the choice between hearing a teeny-bopper girl with no-voice-what-so-ever sing, or whale music, I'm going with the large blue mammal. At least they don't get paid to sing badly.

The second night gets a B. The laid-back jazz trumpet/flugelhorn/whatever was much more pleasing, though, when I hear the national anthem, I wanna hear it performed in a rousing, inspiring way. Not like a mellow rendition from a smoke-filled coffee house. (of which I have absolutely NO personal experience)

Tonight's singer from Houston? An older guy, whom everyone but me probably knows. He did ok, I guess. Certainly better than "what's-her-oh-too-young-face." I always feel a little empathy for people with some years of experience under their belt. I think it helps, too, if they're out of adolescence.

Concerning who wins.....I actually like both teams. I mean, since the New York Yankees aren't in it this year, whademIgonna do? (at least I have a clear conscience. Unlike SOME people I know, I didn't pray for the Yankees (or anyone else) to lose (or win).

BUT, it would have been a whole lot nicer, if the White Sox win in the second game had not come about due to a funny call. If I were Dye, and I knew the ball had fouled off the bat instead of hitting my arm, I'd have said something! But, I guess honesty is just a little quaint for this day and age.

Concerning team logos....Is it just me, or does the "x" in "Sox" have a striking resemblance to the Nazi Swastika? Surely others have commented on this. I wouldn't know since we only watch baseball in the post season :-)

I mean, if people can whine about the Cleveland "Indians" and the Atlanta "Braves" (not to mention the Atlanta Falcons--who knows HOW many raptors out there are miffed), then what's "up" with "X?"

Well, that's it for tonight. The popcorn is ready, and the game goes on. More musings from Ma, as the situation warrants.

(see what can happen when the husband is away for a few days?)

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El Mayo Reporto, Part Intro

In the ever-present quest to make up for lost blogging time, we bring you the third post of the day :-)

Loren has been up to Rochester since Sunday night for his first yearly check post-transplant. They are running him through a full battery of tests, requiring him to stay up in Minnesota until sometime on Thursday.

Originally, I had planned to go along, but after weighing the advantages and disadvantages decided to stay at home with the children.
Reasons to go:

• be alone with the hubby, naturally
  
• firsthand report of the doctors' assessment
  
• read a lot
  
• get an excellent start on a DVT from sitting so much
  
• barter with my favorite (but slightly eccentric) sellers of used books
  
• visit quite possibly the shoddiest Goodwill store in a five state area
  
• not having to cook (unless you count warming up a frozen meal in the motel microwave)
  
• cable news and TV :-)

Reasons to stay:

• Nolan
  
• reduce stress on older kids
  
• keep in close proximity to hugs and cuddles from little snuggly bunnies
  
• keep away from the depressing atmosphere of being around so MANY sick people
  
• keep from going crazy sitting and waiting so very much
  
• sleep in a non-motel bed
  
• take kids (and me) in for flu shots
  
• watch M*A*S*H reruns late at night :-)

In the end, some of the older ones became sick Sat. and Sun. so I really couldn't have left them in charge while they felt so miserable. Plus, I just found out I have to report for jury duty again this Thursday. So, it all worked out. I have humbly accepted my duty to hang out with the kids, watch baseball, and fatten up for the winter.

I'll try to get around to posting about Loren's checkup, sometime.....or, he could do it HIMSELF.

*winks in a northerly direction*

"Hey, pass the popcorn....."

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Yes, Virginia, we've gotten the flu (shot)

Instruments of injection and protection
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We went, were shot, and lived to tell about it. I don't think this will compare with Dad's version, but then, I have never been prone to exaggeration.

They took the nine of us in groups of three. I guess they were still recovering from the emotional shock of last year, when the entire tribe was taken back at once. At least, that's what my dad said. One has to wonder. Especially since I asked the kids if they REALLY cheered as Grandpa stoically received his flu shot.....*blank looks*....."Cheering? Why would we cheer....?"

Charlie Brown band-aids and Nemo stickers helped soften the blow for the youngest. They looked especially nice with Trevor's Winnie the Pooh shoes and Bob the Builder overalls. My question is: "When do I get paid for all these free endorsements?"

The nurse was great. Just enough sass to keep everyone smiling, and a quick light touch with the needle. Jason, demonstrating he'd inherited Loren's gift for tact, made the imprudent remark, "I liked the shots at Wal-Mart better. They didn't hurt so much."

That earned him a Nemo sticker and some ribbing from the nurse :-D

Back in the van, he showed traces of Grandpa as he exclaimed, "That needle felt like it was 2 centimeters wide. Now I know what it's like to be shot!"

Jason and Trevor continued their war stories on the way out of the clinic drive...

"I'll bet you cried."

"Noooo....I tink you cwied...."

Trevor was very brave. He started to cry, but then choked it back while burrowing into my shoulder.

I am happy to report that we were all brave little bunnies.

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The Ma Side

Blackbirds do Beethoven

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My Son, the Bunny

Trevor's art medium of choice....the face. (I hope this comes off before we go in for flu shots tomorrow morning...)
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Yes, the big shoot-out is tomorrow morning. We had been on the special list, since Loren is a transplant patient and his immediate family is required to get protection from the flu.....but, they were having their clinic on the day we left for the wedding :-( Naturally, we gave serious consideration to skipping the trip and just getting our shots....but...well.....even Ma has her scruples.

So tomorrow, we will mix with the "general public" and see if there are enough for our huge tribe. I sure hope I don't have to push too many old ladies out of the way....That's why I chose morning over afternoon, even though it draws more attention--bringing all those kids in during school hours. But, I figure if I wear my cowboy boots, no one will give me any trouble. Maybe I'll just tell them we're on a field trip.

Now, where did I put that wire scrub brush.....

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The Ma Side

Cleverly disguised as a harmless cumulous cloud, the spaceship hovered over the Iowa cornfield, quietly gathering statistics that would later be indispensable to the production of extraterrestrial breakfast cereals, bulk sweeteners, and most importantly, alien anti-aging lotions.

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The Oddities of Life

(Oddity # 1)
The day was cool, but inviting, as we headed off on our quick wedding trip to the uttermost reaches of the Land of Lincoln. The first stop came at the Iowa/Illinois line, for the purpose of refueling our ravenous 15 passenger van. It was at this juncture that Loren hooked up the GPS to his laptop and we all huddled close to discover just where we were on the map.

"Look! There we are, right beside the Mississippi River!"

*triumphant grin*

Now, aside from the fact that we had been over this part of the highway, oh....about a ga-zillion times, and that we had even been driving alongside the river in search of gas, it was indeed reassuring to know that, despite the large sign nearby that said, "MISSISSIPPI RIVER," we had not ventured off course. I mean, considering a prankster could have moved the sign, or that we could have inadvertently leapt into an alternate universe, it was nice to know exactly where we were. Within a foot or so. And without having to rely on those quaint methods of yesteryear.

It seemed safe enough to continue our journey.

(Oddity #2)
Upon reaching our destination, I inquired if anyone knew where the wedded couple planned to spend their honeymoon. It was not as though we planned to meet them there, or anything. This is just something women ask, because, aside from being nosey, it just makes us feel better if we know these things. We could always arrange to have cookies delivered, or something.

At any rate, it turns out that poor Nathan had been busily involved in trip details, because, yes, you guessed it, the lucky couple had been preparing for sun-drenched days in CANCUN!

It seemed prudent to make other plans. Thankfully, the blessing of trip insurance will provide them with another chance to visit that Hurricane magnet in the future.

(Oddity #3)
I am entitling this entry as, "You're never too pretty to be rude, nor too old to act immature."
Just over two hours away from home, we made one final pit-stop, for both the vehicle and its inhabitants. We were not so fortunate to hit multiple facilities, but there was one room for men, and one for women. This is distinctly advantageous to the situation where there is JUST ONE LITTLE ROOM for all comers. (which we have endured, on occasion)

Well, we queued ourselves up, and the line soon expanded. It seems a certain football game had just let out, with the outcome less than optimal from Iowa's viewpoint. Behind me came a jolly plump woman, who immediately hushed the ones in back of her from their intemperate speech, upon seeing my patient cherubs...."Quiet! There are babies present."

I appreciated this, most sincerely, and concentrated on seeing my progeny file through in brisk manner. Behind the jolly female, stood an impatient but gutsy young lass. I say gutsy, because one would HAVE to be courageous, to have braved the cold of an outdoor football game in her get-up. And, one could have a legitimate concern that her gut, amoung other things, was a wee bit chilly. So, as unjudgemental as I try to be, there is simply NO WAY her attire corresponded to the weather. By at least 50 degrees.

ANYWAY, the young and courageous girl was heard to complain, "I'll never get in for my turn." To which the pleasant woman cheerfully replied, "Oh, don't worry. I won't take long."

"No, but THEY will...."

There being no one else in line before her but the nicelady and Trevor and myself, I could only assume she was speaking about me. It was apparent that her bravery had reached its Waterloo, while waiting for the...mmm...the loo.

Now, I may be old, but I am not deaf. Still, I held my tongue and looked straight ahead. And, you can be sure, when my turn came, I changed Trevor's diaper and took care of myself in record time. I was sorely tempted to ask her on the way out if that was fast enough, but I didn't.

"Turning the other cheek" may not involve being a doormat. I thought of many things I could have, and should have said to her, in a non-threatening way, of course. But instead, I pretended indifference. That may seem noble at the time, but now that I think on it, it seems slightly dishonest. And, shall we say, that incident was NOT the catalyst for a sweet-tempered Ma, that evening....

There's plenty of room for all of us to grow up, I guess.

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The Happy Couple.....

....Nathan and Elizabeth Banek

Nathan is the oldest son of Loren's sister, Nelda and her husband Walter Banek. Nathan is a graduate of LeTourneau (yeah!) and another one of those "smart cookie" types. I think he works for Rockwell Collins, the Dallas division.

Elizabeth is a lovely girl (inside and out :-) who has been living with her family in Carbondale, IL, having major responsibilities for an autistic brother for the past several years.

Beautiful wedding....lovely (but too short) visits with some of the relatives...and safe travels there and back.

May God bless Nathan and Elizabeth

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Ready to Go!

Al-RIGHTY. Ma should be going to bed, but now I am just a little hyper and need a quick posty fix.

We are pretty much packed, with a list of last minute things to do tomorrow. I used to make extensive lists and check off each item, but now I just fly by the seat of my brains. After rushing up to Mayo for emergencies last year, I pretty much keep a "miscellaneous" bag packed all the time. And after two long trips earlier this year, the kids have finally gotten down that all-important concept: "One clean pair of underwear and socks for each day....that's all I ask, fer cryin' out loud."

Finished all my cleaning at the church, except washing the windows. *sigh* Well, I just don't do windows when it's dark. I say, let's give little rags to all the lady bird beetles and let them swipe away their own slime. They certainly manage outstanding coverage of all the glass doors....

I have never finished cleaning on a Wednesday night. Usually, I don't even start until Thursday. Saw the Pastor Jack leaving and he commented, "So, with the bathrooms all clean, I guess you want them to remain in pristine condition?" "That's right. Nobody is allowed NEAR them."

*good-natured laughing all around*

(Heh, heh...what he doesn't know is that I've installed motion detector lights near all four restrooms. Somebody comes within five feet before Sunday morning and lights flash and alarms go off...."WEE-OOOO, WEE-OOOO, WEE-OOOO.....!")

Man oh man, ya just gotta love this age of technology.

Then, sweet bliss to come home and have a quick prayer and long hug with Carolyn, who has an exceptional capacity to miss Mommy. AND, I got to see the last 2 innings of the play-offs, with the Astros winning 5 to 1.

All's well. I can go to bed, now.

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The Ma Side

As Rolf walked up the hill to begin his week of shepherd duties, he couldn't help but notice the keen look of intelligence in the face of every well-fed ruminant. Perhaps the neuron-enhancing feed was finally producing results. Perhaps.......and then....it suddenly dawned on Rolf that......none of his fellow goat herders were anywhere in sight......
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All warped thoughts aside, I am getting my own little herd in line for big doin's. We leave tomorrow to attend the wedding of a nephew in Illinois. It will be a 9-10 hour drive, so the "laptop van theater" will most assuredly be in operation. Hard to imagine how deprived children like my siblings and I got along with books, pencils and paper, and the alphabet billboard game. Oh yes, and grapes. My dad always sprang for grapes (and sometimes a roll of lifesavers) for a car trip.

Ah, those were the days.

We are traveling to the very southern tip of Illinois, which will take longer than driving Sharon out to college in Indiana. In fact, it is SO far south, that one can practically see the Gulf of Mexico, from there.

Naturally, I will take the trusty camera along and record historic moments for posterity.

And so, the "herd" is rather excited. A half day of school was declared, to facilitate packing. Each person is allowed one carry on, usually a backpack. For the youngest ones, this entails much excitement and picking over of cherished books and toys, all of which will remain unused, under the seats, while they stare out the window or sleep.

Jason will undoubtedly take along his laptop, where he can be seen mysteriously clicking away at unearthly speeds on the keyboard. When asked what he is working on, he replies just as mysteriously, "Programming."

With Loren doing the driving, I hope to get a book or two read from start to finish. Starting is never my problem. Finishing is. I am taking along "1776," by David McCullough, and, "The Short Stories of Saki," by H.H. Munro. Also in hand, the latest U.S. News & World Report, with what looks to be an interesting article on Lord Nelson and the battle of Trafalgar.

Oh, and my copy of "The Works of Josephus," arrived this morning, which I got el cheapo because it was supposedly damaged. Just a little bump on the top corner of the spine. {this one stays home to guard the house}

*happy sigh*

I can hardly wait! But first, I have to finish laundry, pack for two adults and two kids, (plus the multitudinous sundries of meds, toiletries and chocolates) give supervisory glances to other packers' stashes, fix two more meals, and work from 8-10 (at least) at the church tonight.

(I'm sure Jason won't mind FINISHING THE LAWN since his chère maman will be otherwise occupied, which includes but is not limited to fixing his supper :-)

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Random advice

• When traveling down the road to take pictures in the lovely evening light, always remember to secure your diet Cherry Coke in an unspillable postition. Otherwise you may feel a sudden cold chill in the region of self that corresponds to the car's seat.
  
  
• If spillage occurs, make every effort to sit on the left half of the seat for the remainder of the ride. Conveniently forget to tell your husband. Conveniently forget to tell daughter who will drive you to the stores the following day. Particularly if she is wearing light colored pants.
  
  
• When shopping, try not to look surprised when finding a 16 oz bag of coleslaw that obviously contains at least twice that amount. Do NOT jump up and down yelling, "My prayers have been answered!" Consider it providential, and quietly place it in your cart displaying no emotion whatsoever.
  
  
• If watching the play-offs and your team is ahead with one strike, as in ONE STUPID STRIKE AND THEN IT'S ON TO THE WORLD SERIES...., do not assume the game is over. If there is any chance for your team to lose...they will. Once again, consider it providential. Also providential--another opportunity to eat supper in the living room :-)
  

One more thing....if your 3 year old watches post-season baseball, you may have a very difficult time getting him to not say, "I LIVE FOR THIS!"

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The Ma Side

"Long thought to be the epitome of peaceful, white fluff, the milkweed plant is not above cannibalistic behavior when facing the onslaught of colder weather." (taken from The Secret Life of Pods, by Boris Hervick)

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"There's still life..." by Nolan

And no, this did not happen in reality. That I know of....
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Now, let us plumb the depths, so to speak, of this young artist's work.

Having viewed other contributions by this six-year-old, I feel that I can state with reasonable certainty, that Nolan is in his "Calvin and Hobbes," period of creativity. He has often been observed poring over these books. Whether drawn to the cartoonist's artwork, or the exploits of small Calvin, Nolan LOVES THESE BOOKS. And that is why they provide an excellent source of disciplinary threat pour moi...."You don't want to obey? No Calvin and Hobbes for a week!"

The artist should be applauded for spelling all of his words correctly. The fact that some letters are outside the lines could well point to conflicting emotions drawn from the existential neo-nihilist philosophy of art, OR, it may mean he just draws his conversation balloons first, and then tries to fit the words in :-) At any rate, the red color used for the balloons undoubtedly calls attention to the urgency of the plea for help.

And, who is this person caught in an aquatic dilemma? It is none other, than Nolan, himself. He divulged this information to me, and when asked who the potential life-saver was, paused, and said matter-of-factly, "Jackson." This bit of information is indeed puzzling, since we know absolutely NO ONE by that name.

However, "Jackson" can be seen in mid-air, with nicely indicated motion displayed by those nifty curvy lines between dock and jumper. "Jackson" is also wearing water-wings, which speaks well for his intelligence and overall preparedness. Would that the rescuee had shown such foresight.

In regards to mood, the tableau evokes feelings of both suspense and relief. Relief in that the rescuer has assured us, "He'll help," and suspense by reason that he has been left hanging in mid-air for what is getting to be....*checks calendar*....several days, now.

Over all shines the sun, supremely happy and seemingly oblivious to the unfolding drama beneath him. This is most probably a commentary on the those that often stand by in such situations, offering neither emotional support or physical aid. If the sun really cared, he would DO something, or, at the very least look a little dismayed.

It is unclear what the floating object in the left background depicts. Personally, I think it's one of those buoys used to measure increasing water temperature, which then relays the data to space aliens. {I have since been informed that this is a fish. Pity, I had high hopes for my theory....}

In conclusion, we see another example of the artist "pushing the felt-tip envelope" by signing the top right corner of the picture. Not only does he choose an unorthodox signature site, but acknowledges his work with a simple, "I made it."

Clearly, this young lad is secure in his identity and workmanship.

The world waits in breathless anticipation for more contributions from this promising new artist.

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Would you believe......

....drastic action to curb gophers?
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Oh all right. It has nothing to do gophers, flies, or even Vermicious Knids.

It seems the men of the church have decided NOT to go with the six spade route, but hire an excavator, instead. Go figure.

We came to church this morning to find HEAPS of lovely dark dirt all around. What I couldn't do with that topsoil....But anyway, after much prayerful consideration, it was decided that maybe those main floor restrooms weren't all that important....maybe what we really needed was.....a......SWIMMING POOL! Oh yeah, which could double as a baptismal fount on the weekends. And, during the winter months.....a......SKATING RINK! Throw in a couple of trout....and......ICE FISHING!

OK. I'm kidding.

Here is what REALLY happened today at church. Only Jason and Kendra came with me, since everyone else but Loren had sniffles, sneezes and sore throats. (And after I spent all that time, yesterday, cutting the coifs of five males) I was looking forward to the bliss of distractionless listening, for once. I failed to take into account that without Nolan asking to go to the bathroom and Trevor-the-wonder-boy snarfing cheese crackers and playing with my necklace, I tend to get a little sleepy...

To top it all off, while playing for the hymns this morning, I lost my place not one, but TWO different times! Just completely blanked out. I may have to do something drastic, like.....I don't know....practice, I guess. It's worth thinking about.

Another thing I observed today, is that flies are very fond of hair products made by Aussie. For some unknown reason, Aussie has decided to impregnate most of their inventory with a substance that smells very much like grape Kool-aid. So, let's say one has spritzed a little volumizer on one's hair, to oh, give it a little more volume, and is sitting in church, blinking rapidly in a vain attempt to portray consciousness, when flies randomly start buzzing about one's hair, becoming most annoying. In a random sorta way.

Holes, hymns, flies and purple Kool-aid.

It's all starting to make sense....

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Sunset from several days ago

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The Ma Side

In a race against time, Buzzy and Biff worked furiously to collect pollen as the marauding hordes of green interlopers wreaked mandibular havoc...

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The Ma Side

Profoundly colorblind, Rodney Ant was completely oblivious to the fact that he'd built deluxe formicidae condos on a tract zoned for road graders....

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Ramblings in the wee hours

So, I was wide awake and staring at the ceiling--or, would have been, if I'd had my glasses and the light on--when I suddenly remembered that I'd forgotten to take my nightly calcium and Tylenol PM...

*mentally slaps forehead*

So THAT'S why I'm lying here in the dark with my heart thumping.

Quietly fumbling down the stairway, I walked into the kitchen with amazing stealth, considering my size 9 plus feet. "Hmmmm," I said to myself, "a nice piece of fresh bread with butter slathered on it could be just the ticket." Oh yeah. Just the thing for a person to eat after midnight when they are trying to keep the weight off. But then, carbs are supposed to make you sleepy. Carbs are our friends.

Reaching for my magic pills, I notice one of my EIGHT mouse traps seems to be in a new position. (yes, eight. Harvest is over and mice like to move inside for the winter. There's a sign that only mice can read, right over our door, that says, "FLORIDA--this way")

And, wouldn't you know it, I picked up the trap and there is a mouse attached. By it's foot. Generally, when a mouse is caught by it's foot, the rest of him is still rather limber. Mousey scufflings and pitiful squeakings ensued, as I carried "IT" out the door. "Great!" I thought to myself, "I have to finish off a-nother one."

Why can't they just die quietly, like good little rodents?

"Mouse, O mouse,
get out the door.
Mouse, O mouse,
you are no more.
Size nine feet pad 'cross the floor as Ma is on the prowl.

Five mice in
the past two days.
Nasty mice won't
mend their ways.
No one plays with Ma's poor mind and gets a-way with it.

Slowly creeping
Up the stair, I
quietly to
my bed repair.
Life is hardly even fair, if you are a mouse....but of course, I'm not, and since the meds are kicking in *yawn* I'm off to...zzzzzzzzzzzz....."

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Just Too Cute

(excuse the poor picture....I had to add fill light since the flash would not activate against a suuny window)
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Every so often the younger children get the urge to organize their own little church service. I'd like to think this stems from aspirations of a spiritual nature, but in reality, it probably has more to do with a feelings of power :-)

However, it is always a privilege to be invited to their "doin's" and this morning was no exception.

Preacher: Nolan-6
Script writer and chorus book production manager: Carolyn-10 (who, by hand, wrote out 5 song books, with 7 songs in each)
Attendees: the aforementioned, Ethan-8, Trevor-3 and a half, and Ma-forty-something

Notice the nicely decorated podium....a baby blanket, microphone constructed of Duplo blocks, and flower arrangement. You see Ethan standing there, but he was an impromptu extra preacher. Please ignore any clothes lying about. The little boys consider all room edges to be alternative disposal units for dirty clothes.

Nolan started things out by reading from Carolyn's script...

"Good morning, everyone." ("good morning")
"Please turn in your song books to...." (whereupon we sang a song, after which two requests were taken)

Then he opened up the white Bible story book and read the sermon from the first page...

"In the beginning, the earth was Egypt." *unaccountable choking sounds, quickly suppressed*

After that came prayer, for which Nolan volunteered three of us. Come to think of it, there were only three people there capable of uttering prayers...

We kept intercessions fairly short, though, I did notice the worship director glancing out the curtain when a combine went by :) (some habits die hard...he looking at farm machines, and me keeping an eye on kids during prayers)

The overall atmosphere was quite authentic. Oh sure, it wasn't a cathedral, but the bright sun filtering through the water marks on the Walmart sheet/curtains had an effect nearly synonomous with stain-glass windows. Especially if you squint and use your imagination.

The length of service was kept short, due to lack of material and a rather obnoxious odor wafting about the room. Judging by the familiar smell, I would say a young lad was in possession of a diaper long past its expiration date. Luckily, he sat by me. (we mothers can put up with a lot, especially when one considers that we are unpaid and have virtually no chance of obtaining nasal disability insurance)

Upon reaching the conclusion, a surprising announcement was made by Nolan...."And now, we will have two more sermons."

Ethan quickly assumed the role of leadership, due to his natural abilities: maleness, and love of self-initiated talk. He only "preached" one sermon, but amazingly enough, no one complained. It was while he was still in the vicinity of the pulpit that the above picture was taken. I guess some people just hate to leave positions of power...

Still heady with the wine of "come to meetin' " success, talk of supplemental services was soon batted about like unending home runs on the childish field of dreams. (okay, that's a little thick...) Plans are being made for "prayer meeting," "special music," and "family camp," complete with a tent. (the latter bearing remarkable resemblance to a blanket from someone's bed)

It would appear the future holds no lack of opportunity for spiritual imput.

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The Ma Side

While friends admired her innovative web design, Helga--badly in need of bifocals--just thought she'd caught a really....big....bug.

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The winsome little man.....

....with near infinite capacity to make me smile
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Trevor Talk
(a short list of vocabulary words that one should be acquainted with to fully understand the speech of Trevor. That's assuming you ever get him to talk to you)

poon= "spoon"
cool= "school"
pewter= "computer"
tur= "stir"
bled= "bread"

The following are short,unedited conversataions held with above 3 and a half year old.

While getting his diaper changed one day, he demonstrated that he has not been completely oblivious to medical conversations......
Trevor: "I have a fast heart."
Me: "You do? What do you know about fast hearts?"
Trevor: "And, I have a BIG one, too."

Struggles with grammar....
Trevor: "Okay....Where is my cards?"
Me: "Where are my cards..."
Trevor: (perfectly unconcerned) "Where is are my cards?"

While gazing at the sky....
Trevor: "The clouds is moving."
Me: "The clouds are moving."
Trevor: (perfectly happy I "agreed" with him) "Yep! They're am.

*grin*

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The Last Rose of Summer

Well, maybe not the very last one, but close....

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Delivered from a trial...

....literally.

After two days of sitting for jury selection, I was released from duty for the current trial.

I think I could have been unbiased. I think I could have understood what was going on and made intelligent observations in the deliberation process. No one is told why they are released, but it matters not, and I envy none of the jurors.

It was a charge of 3rd degree sexual assault and I heard enough to not want to hear any more.

Sometimes not being chosen is a blessing in disguise.

*attempts to get back to the usual routine*

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Frost.....

Cold, hard and beautiful
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Every morning of late, I must don an extra turtleneck, sweatshirt, gloves (complete with holes where the mice have chewed) and a homemade purple knitted scarf. The transistor earphones keep my ears warm, and as long as there isn't much wind, it is quite bearable to walk. This morning the thermometer read 32 degrees. (that's 0 degrees for those doomed to Celsius :-)

Coming soon--the most beautiful barn in the world....

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Another Sunday night.......

.....another concert

Tonight I made a huge sacrifice and traveled a quarter mile down the road to the church where I clean each week. (Washington Reformed) Besides checking up on how many people were dropping crumbs, I took Ethan, Nolan and Trevor to hear The Interfaith Men's Chorus. (hey, the rest of you kids at home missed out)

Good down home singing! Their piano player accompanies entirely by ear and the men sing with great enthusiasm. Their repertoire contains a large number of peppy songs, most of which speak of Jesus or heaven. You will not be tempted to fall asleep, folks :-) The program is devoted solely to music, with the director speaking a few words between songs and giving a clear gospel testimony.

I certainly hope these fellows sing close by again soon, for I shall take the rest of the family with me. There is just something great about a bunch of men singing. And when you see them singing with their hearts and souls, it is all the more meaningful.

Ma's review? Two thumbs up.

Oh yes, Trevor dropped a cracker and Nolan accidentally ground it into the carpet. Talk about your poetic justice....."Is there a janitor in the house? "

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What are these men doing?

They are.....

A. Discussing novel ways to get rid of a troublsome deacon?

B. Being unselfish in deciding who digs first to find the missing electrical line? ("You try first, Charles..." "No, Pastor, you go ahead....")

C. Making a brave attempt to save money in excavation?

D. Starting an earthworm farm to supplement Pastor's salary?

Give up? Okay. Our church broke ground today for the addition onto the west side. (siding has already been removed...it doesn't usually look that tacky :-)

Memorable moments include:

• CHILLY weather
  
• Attendance by Allison's mayor
  
• Pre-dug ground to make the actual "ground-breaking" staged....I mean EASIER
  
• Terry Jensen in a suit coat *waves to Terry and grins*
  

With the addition, bathrooms can be included on the main level, making it much easier on folks who are not as spry as ol' Ma. There should be extra room in the basement for eating and such. Currently, we have to rearrange seating and set up tables in the back of the auditorium when we have fellowship meals. (fortunately, we have padded chairs, and not pews, or this process would be extremely time consuming...)

Unaccountably, despite my VAST experience in ditch digging, no one has contacted me concerning digging out the new basement or anything. I suppose that's the reason for the excavator sitting in the lower parking lot.

*sigh*

Never mind. I have official duties of my own, this coming week......

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This I recall to my mind, therefore I have hope. It is of the LORD'S mercies that we are not consumed, because his compassions fail not. They are new every morning: great is thy faithfulness. Lamentations 3:21-23

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The Ma Side

A child of the sixties, the mother of ten raised her arms to the sky and was heard to yell, "Burn, baby diapers, burn!"
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Hey, it's Fire Prevention Week, but I didn't know that until after I'd burned the trash last night. If I had been aware, I might have used even more gasoline, for commemoration's sake. As it was, there arose a nice hot fire to consume most of the burnable trash. The pile of leftovers you see consists mostly of a diaper backlog going back....um....several years. One of these days I will shovel that stuff into trash bags, cart it to the dump, and dig me a wondrous new fire pit. (Which reminds me, "When are you kids gonna get around to potty-training your little brother, so I can dig me a new fire pit, huh?")

On a completely unrelated note, did you know that the material in disposable diapers is being experimented with in regards to a fire retardant? Again, if only I had known....

Notice the little plastic peanuts in the front? They are SOOOOooo exasperating to burn. Just the thought of a breeze scatters them in all directions. Ol' Ma has to be handy with the shovel and scoop them right back at the blaze. On the plus side, a few minutes of this work, and one can totally skip that annoying weekly eyebrow-plucking session.

But getting back to Fire Prevention Week, I didn't know it came about in memory of the Great Chicago Fire. Or that the fire took place on October 8.

*checks calendar*

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M.O.C.K. Membership Nearly Doubles

Yes, it is that time of year again. Time for the Mothers Of College Kids to make themselves heard in the hallowed halls of collegiate learning. Or even at the universities, for that matter.

Before we get into the exciting news of new members, let us review the goals and purposes of this auspicious organization:

• To Encourage: by sending cheery rays of sunshine into the humdrum lives of various progeny et al., whether by cards, IM's, or little gifts of edibles. We also pray for people.
  
• To Comfort: by extending the metaphorical shoulder for young people to cry on, blubber over, and just vent out at, if the need arises. Oh SURE, getting away from home and being on your own is heady stuff. But the nasties of reality can hit at most inopportune moments. Never underestimate the power of nosey but well-meaning moms.
  
• To Cajole: Yes, this is one of the most important aspects of our MISSION STATEMENT. (did I forget to mention this is a mission statement?) We aim to be a beacon of wheedling praise, of tortuous teasing. We want to be FUN.
  

(I don't know if this corresponds to last year's initiation of the M.O.C.K., but it can't matter much, since I am just making this up as I go....)

Along with Thainamu and MoM from last year, I am pleased to announce two new members this year, Julie and Rhonda. Of course, I didn't exactly ask them if they wanted to join.....(what about it, ladies?)

There is another stealth candidate, but I want to check with her, first. Besides, there is some question as to her suitability, since she doesn't wear excessive amounts of eyeliner....

Now, what we need from the COLLEGE STUDENTS, is a little vital info, such as birth dates, box numbers and addresses and such. You can pass these on to certain reps at the schools who can IM one of us. Let me just say that NOT doing this will make it much harder, nay, impossible, to receive anything in the form of birthday cards or luscious edibles. But hey, it's up to you :-)

Remember, you can trust us because: We have been "up front," promising/threatening to be a little ornery right from the "get go." It's those people who pretend to be nice and have ulterior motives that you have to watch out for.... We have no disguised aims, other than to tease you a bit and ingratiate you to us for the rest of your lives :-)

In closing, it has come to the attention of M.O.C.K that the Cynic has posted a challenge to his readers. Far from opposing this contest, we welcome it. Especially since there seems to be some promise of a *cough* care package. And, we DO need suitable names for the two initiates.

Enough said. Let us all enter into the spirit of M.O.C.K.ery.

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The Ma Side

Fed up with "Red Rover" sneaking out at night only to wake up in someone else's drive, his owners were forced to take drastic measures....

The real lowdown? Loren has been working on the little Toyota. The name "Little Toyota" being somewhat redundant, for, let's face it, when have you ever seen a big Toyota?

The drive shaft was having "issues" so Loren had to order parts, take the whole thing out and fix it. Isn't he a clever fellow? :-) Now he will have a "reliable" vehicle with decent gas mileage to drive to work, which, we hope is in the offing.....

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Trevor helps Jason with school....

....."help" being defined as annoy

Continuing the subtle theme of the last few pics, we have here, the oldest and youngest of male heirs, and the very best of buddies. You'll have to take my word that Jason is in the photo, since he quickly obscured his face after espying me armed with my weapon of choice.

Always striving to make the home a learning environment, you will notice in the background the application of Chaos Theory, in regards to the storage of library books.

Scientific word of the day--Spin.....it makes the world go 'round.

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Al Gore Expounds

Sorry to delve into the political realm, (just a smallish delving :) but this little paragraph jumped out at me this morning....

Make no mistake, full-motion video is what makes television such a powerful medium. Our brains - like the brains of all vertebrates - are hard-wired to immediately notice sudden movement in our field of vision. We not only notice, we are compelled to look. When our evolutionary predecessors gathered on the African savanna a million years ago and the leaves next to them moved, the ones who didn't look are not our ancestors. The ones who did look passed on to us the genetic trait that neuroscientists call "the establishing reflex." And that is the brain syndrome activated by television continuously - sometimes as frequently as once per second. That is the reason why the industry phrase, "glue eyeballs to the screen," is actually more than a glib and idle boast. It is also a major part of the reason why Americans watch the TV screen an average of four and a half hours a day.

This quote is taken from Al Gore's address to a media conference in New York, yesterday. While he was speaking to what he sees as a lessening of the public forum, or opportunity for people to participate in the process of democracy, the reference to evolution tickled my fancy. (full text, here)

Another thing I find amusing is the subtitle of Darwin's famous book, which is conveniently left off of most references...."The Origin of the Species by Natural Selection or The Preservation of Favoured Races in the Struggle for Life."

So, here we have a stalwart of the Democratic Party, (said party long claiming to be the only one caring about minorities) trumpeting a theory put forth by a man who, it would seem, believed some races to be inferior to others. Am I the only one who thinks that odd?

Just a coupla more million years, and we'll find out which political party survives....

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Same sun, same day....

.....other horizon

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"The heavens declare the glory of God...."

There is no end to the marvelous beauty portrayed in the sky of a morning or evening. Enough to point the heart toward heaven and its Creator, with words utterly useless to describe His glory. And yet these glimpses pale in comparison to what we shall see when we look on His face. If indeed, we can.

A quick run-through of Psalm 96 tonight at prayer meeting was a good reminder to me. Pastor mentioned Isaiah, and what he said upon entering the presence of the Lord...."Woe is me! for I am undone; because I am a man of unclean lips....." (Isaiah 4:5)

I couldn't help but think of a certain "debate" that has been going on concerning worship....

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The Ma Side

No one really knew how much weight she'd lost, but most agreed that "Fats Momino" was just a shadow of her former self....

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Self Portrait, by Ethan

(notice the artist's inclusion of his flat-top hairstyle)

Quotations by the famous artist, collected by his sneaky mother:

• Upon being praised for opening a pickle jar all by himself..."Boys have sticky hands."
  
• Upon discovering his Lego artillery piece needed fixing....."Pause! I have to edit my gun."
  
• After volunteering to pour water for lunch....."I just feel like helping. Sometimes you get rewarded, but that's just in books. I'm really not expecting anything...."
  
• General observations on gender differences....."Girls are bossy and boys are just a little bit naughty, but not much."
  

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The Ma Side

Enamored by his view of the lake, Studly the Steer never even saw the quick-locking leg clamps and bovine-oriented cryotechnological equipment....

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The Franz Family

The second pew makes for a great seat :-)

It was groupie time, as Ma and three chillins went to a nearby town to listen to some good, Christian Bluegrass music. (also in the picture is a guest train whistle soloist from the audience)

The Franz Family, whom we first heard....*cogitates*.....now, somebody was just a baby....I think it was Ethan....so that makes it almost NINE YEARS AGO! Is Ma getting old, or what? Yes, before some of you were even in high school. (back when you almost knew everything. Unlike now, when you DO know everything)

Tonight was no exception to their other concerts we've attended, a real blessing. This family band of musicians has been on the road a fair piece, of late. I was chatting with Randy afterwards, and he said they had only been home 2 days in August, and about 4 or 5 days in each surrounding month. It's amazing they still produce such fine music. I guess that's what professionals do. But, they are not in it for the money, but to use the gifts and practiced abilities God has endowed them with to share their love of the Lord with others.

How many vans do you know that have 506,00[0] miles on them? That's Five hundred six THOUSAND miles. Well, theirs does. The "van fund" is accumulating, but there is still a little ways to go. Hopefully, all the necessary monies for that project will be raised, faster than the price of their replacement van. So, if you have any spare money hanging about :-D just visit their web site and you can be assured it will be put to good use for the Lord's work.

(I myself, donated some of Loren's mad computer money. I don't know what all these comments about, "Give till it hurts," mean, 'cause that didn't hurt me one lil' ol' bit. *blows kiss to hubby*)

God bless the Franz Family. Safe travels and maintenance free miles to y'all.

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This Morning's Handiwork.....

.....by the Master Artist

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**Exclusive Interview**

"Good evening. My name is Bob MacCackle and I am so very awesomely excited to bring you my first one-on-one prime time interview. *waves and grins* Hi Mom! *cough* Alright then...I have with me tonight, the distinguished Dr. WrathofKahn, who recently leapt out of obscurity with his groundbreaking fruity new development, the now famous, "Shetland Apple."

MacCackle: "Welcome, Dr. WrathofKahn, and thank you for your willingness to sit down and share details of your new discovery with us."

WrathofKahn: "Thank you, Mr. MacCackle. I am happy to be of service. The world can only benefit from what I have to say."

MacCackle: *blinks* "Yes, well then, Doctor, perhaps we should start by your telling us the inspiration, the idea or vision, if you will, for tackling this bold project in the first place...."

WoK: That's funny you should mention 'vision'. It all started one evening, when I was quietly sitting, eating pungent salami and reading my Spiderman comics. Suddenly, a mist came over my eyes, and I was transported, or I should say, my mind was transported to another place, another planet, to be exact...."

MaC: "Another planet? *shuffles papers* That wasn't in the bio....."

WoK: "My son, you must HUSH! I had not finished speaking....as I was saying, I was mentally transported to another planet, where I was given detailed instructions concerning the coming Apple-apocalypse."

MaC: "The apoca--what?"

WoK: "The Apple--a-pocalypse. I was warned that the world would soon undergo a terrible fruition maelstrom. An assault from a most insidious insect. I later came to realize that this referred to Government sanctioned Lady Bird Beetles declaring war on all the apples in the land. My otherworldly instructors implored unto me: Save the apples! Beware the beetle. And whatever you do, don't let any of them crawl into your ears! After that I was transported back down to a gravel road intersection. I could tell you the exact location, but I do not wish to have anyone erect a shrine on my behalf."

MaC: "Well now, that is rather astounding! But.....umm....if we could get back to your bioengineering discovery, Doctor, could you elaborate on that, please?"

WoK: "I would be most happy to. Upon my return, I lost no time in trying to develop an apple that could withstand the coming onslaught. I felt it would make the most sense to go smaller, instead of larger, so that the endangered apples could be spirited away in one's pockets. Naturally, I cannot go into detail of the cloning procedure involving the Shetland Pony and the original Red Delicious Apple, but I can assure the world that all professional protocols were followed, despite a brazen attempt to blow up my lab. Probably by the government."

MaC: "...um, did you say blow up your lab? That's a rather incredible accusation, Doctor. So incredible, in fact, that it is just barely possible there are some who might not be-lieve you. How would you respond to that, Dr. WrathofKahn?"

WoK: "Well, I have it from a very reliable source. And, just as soon as I am contacted by my alien mentors again, I will receive permission to reveal all of this, and much, much more. Besides, no one can speak out against me, for then they might be accused of displaying anti-apple prejudice. *leans forward in chair, eyes gleaming* We couldn't have that, now could we?"

MaC: "No, I....I mean, I don't..........*shouts offstage* Sylvia! Why didn't you tell me I was dealing with a nut case, here.....?!"

*fades to.....*

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