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Showing posts from April, 2011

The fishing was good...

My Grandpa is a fisherman.
A crazy, every-day-of-the-year fisherman. Guess that's what happens when you build a house on a lake and perpetually have a boat tethered to the dock. He has a collection of fishing poles that always intimidated me (maybe because we all knew that as mild-mannered as Grandpa was, if one of us kids messed with them, we would get "the look". And no one wanted that.) and so many bait and tackle boxes full of, umm, bait and tackle. When I was little, he would let my sister and I choose certain worms to keep. Of course I always chose the ones with sparkles.
For as long as I can remember, Grandpa has kept a log of the days catch (or lack thereof). He documents the weather and how many crappie and blue gill he nabbed. He would use those little yearly calendars and just jot down the pertinent information. It always amused and touched me. I guess because I love my Grandpa.
I don't know when he began doing this, but over the past few years at …

Superwoman & God

This morning after starting my day at 4 a.m. with a baby who didn't want to sleep in his crib and a day that officially started at 5:30 a.m. when said baby decided enough was enough and it was high time for a sippy cup and some oatmeal, I sat down to email a good friend. And just after I hit "send" I had this thought: "I'm going to try harder, today." It was a prayer. A promise. A habit.
I think I say and think this every day. I'm going to try harder, Lord. I'm going to cook an awesome dinner, maybe even a pie! (from scratch, of course!)... and we're going to go to the grocery store and use my stashed coupons; we're going to have sunshine time; I'll shower, do my hair, put on make-up. I'll refrain from popping in Veggie Tales and spend all day reading books and teaching words and colors and animals. I'll do dishes and laundry, put clean sheets on all the beds, change the bag in the diaper pail and of course I will do an …