This is why I wouldn't be good in politics

March 4, 2009

Bailout shmailout! What this country needs are ladies from the local elementary school PTA to monitor the over-spending. You want what? Coming from what? Oh, let me help you understand something: YOU'RE TOO FUCKING GREEDY.



This is why I wouldn’t be good in politics

March 4, 2009

Bailout shmailout! What this country needs are ladies from the local elementary school PTA to monitor the over-spending. You want what? Coming from what? Oh, let me help you understand something: YOU'RE TOO FUCKING GREEDY.


How to answer those awkward interview questions

March 4, 2009

Dean got a call for a job today, and the lady asked if he would be okay traveling. He said “Sure, as long as you don’t send me to that DREADED PLANET OF THE APES!!!!”

Keeping up with the times

March 3, 2009

Dean likes to play selections from his iPod in the morning when he takes the kinders to school. Sometimes this will be annoyingly saccharine Disney music, but most of the time it’s stuff that helps get your adrenaline going. So this morning he starts playing the Monkees, and asks Henry who he thought this band was:

Dean: Who do you think this is buddy?
Henry: I don’t know, maybe the Jonas Brothers?
Dean: The Jonas Brothers? When did you ever listen to the Jonas Brothers?
Henry: The Jonas Brothers? Never heard of them.

Henry delivered this line with his customary deadpan demeanor, and Dean laughed like a hyena for five minutes. Kids are fun, man.

Brothers and sistahs

February 27, 2009

Hahaha! You know what’s fun? Listening to your three kids go at it like cats and dogs for an hour as they get ready for school. Who needs a vacation when you can go to the Happiest Place on Earth RIGHT HERE AT YOUR HOUSE.

Henry kicked off the morning by telling his sister that Bob the Builder was for babies (it is, but that’s besides the point), and then pinched her but good. She flounced off crying (fake crying) and then proceeded to scream in the bathroom intermittently for about five minutes. A good mother would have jumped up and checked this out but I was busy drinking my coffee and ignoring everyone. Then Henry decided to do his normal strip routine for twenty minutes with an extra added twist: waving his underpants in everyone’s faces. After all of this mess, we finally got them off to school, and now I’m sitting here like a zombie messing with my blog.

If I had easy access to a helicopter, I'd fly to Cannon Beach, Oregon this weekend

February 2, 2009

It's my favorite spot on Earth!

A prayer for a snowed in Sunday

December 22, 2008

Come, come in
Invade all You see of us
Any man, who’d walk Your road is welcomed here
And You’re the only one

Jesus, come and walk the halls of this house
Tread this place and turn it inside out
With Your mercy…
Jesus, teach us the prayers that open these doors
Until Your light floods in and illuminates these floors
And let Your truth be on our steps and in these rooms
Jesus invade…

Reach, reach in
With the hand that heals all our suffering
Conquer all that is not of You
Bring Your spirit throught
As we fill these walls with Your praise


I call for angels
I call for mercy
I call for freedom
In the name of Jesus
In the name of Jesus

Church at home

December 21, 2008
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Since we have had an insane amount of snow this weekend (at least a foot just today), church has been cancelled for tomorrow. I’m actually not that upset about this; we’ve been thinking about finding another church that’s a little more conservative, not like nutty conservative, but like more into the Word and more of an intimate setting. Not sure how or if we’re going to find that, but that’s another story for another day.

Anyway! Sunday we’re planning on having church at home. Since we have three kids, we wanted to encourage and include them.

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5. Christmas devotional: Just a Manger

I’ll also be playing some Christmas carols on the piano; it’s shaping up to be a nice morning.

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Is there a pill for patience?

December 17, 2008

Since we’ve had three snow days this week (and with today’s blizzard, we’ll probably be out the rest of the week), all three kids are home. This isn’t much of an issue with Emma and James, since they find a lot of stuff to occupy themselves with: sledding, reading, painting, etc. However, with Henry, it’s a whole ‘nother ballgame.

Henry is our special needs kid, and as he gets older this becomes more prevalent. He’s falling further and further behind academically, socially, and emotionally, and this is something that we just have to deal with day by day. He is afraid of everything: horses, sledding, Polly Pockets (uh huh), you name it, he’s probably got some sort of sensory issue with it. Plus, he tends to scream whenever he’s frustrated, angry, or confused – which is most of the time. This makes for a pretty stressful time of it.

Dean and I pinch-hit with Henry. For the most part, we usually don’t get stressed with his behavior at the same time (unless he REALLY is on a roll), so if one of us is getting frustrated or burnt out, we can pass him off to the other one, or take the other one aside and remind them that we’ve got to be patient. This happened this morning, in fact.

I don’t know where I’m going with this, exactly. I guess that some days are harder than others. Henry has changed me profoundly in ways that I would never have imagined, and I’m grateful for that. It’s just that I never thought that the process would be so dang hard.

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Snow days

December 17, 2008

Well, we’re going on our third snow day here in the Portland area, and the fun is just unending here in my house: ceaseless sledding, Christmas treats and other baked goods popping out of the oven, and lots of snuggles by the fire trying to keep our poor frozen bodies warm. Tonight we played Uno and the kids were NUTS; Henry completely lost it at one point and was laughing so hard his face did that weird contortion thing that happens when you go past the point of polite laughter to the edge of peeing your pants. Good times!