Monday, April 28, 2008

Don't Read This If You're Easily Queasy

With the last post and this one, I may be forced to rename this blog "All Things Vile and Uncouth".

Just having recovered from a bout of congestion and laryngitis, I composed a rather noxious poem. Jeff dared me to post it and since I'm not willing to rise to the occasion for many of his dares, I've taken him up on this one. Enjoy:



An Ode to Snot

When mucus, thick as long-stewed jam,
Obstructs the passageways,

And clinging mulishly to cords
It coarsens lilts to brays--

Phlegm morphs the songbirds into crows
And debutantes to hags--

It mocks as sinuses it blocks
And uvulas it gags--

When loosened gruesome globules are
By Fortune forced aloft,

A mortifying greenish drip
May shame the one who coughed



Monday, April 21, 2008

Rotting Flesh, A Bad Grade and A True Fish Story



The update on Jeff's leg injury is that the wound is infected and he is off work until further notice. Surprisingly, he's not quite as excited about that as one might think. (Perhaps the thought of amputation is taking the air of festivity out of this unplanned holiday.)


He's been on meds, both oral and topical, since last Wednesday, but the wound's progress is not quite what we were hoping for. I'm about to sew bells onto the hems of his clothes and require him to holler out, "Unclean! Unclean!" as he shuffles through crowds.

He's got another doctor's appointment on Thursday. The doctor he saw this morning recoiled in horror when he unwrapped his leg...not the most professional reaction! (Nor the most encouraging.)

Neither one of us is genuinely worried at this point, but it would be nice to see more evidence of healing taking place. My dad has a friend whose infected skin wound needed to be treated with a medicine that cost $1,000 per pill! We're still hoping to go on vacation this year...


An "F"?

I have the online capability to check how Tobias is doing in each of his classes. The website shows if he has turned in assignments and what grades he got on tests, etc.

Well...the other day I was perusing his grades in his PE class and I was very surprised to see he had gotten an F on one assignment in particular.

What?!?! I thought.

However, my dismay turned into peals of laughter when I saw that the assignment in question was entitled "Dance Performance". If my 13 year old son is going to fail an assignment, I guess that would be the one.

A Fish Story

Delaney just returned from a weekend camping trip with the other 4th, 5th and 6th graders from the fellowship. She was absolutely delighted to tell us her very own fish tale (which was verified by about 4 equally joyous adults). It went something like this:

"Everybody else was fishing for about 4 hours. At the very end of that, someone asked me if I wanted to hold their pole. I saw some yellow bait floating by on the top of the water, so I scooped it up and put it on the hook and cast the line out. I was only holding it for about five minutes when Jake started telling everyone to pack up. I started reeling in the line to put the pole away and there was a speckled trout on the end of the line!"

She was the only one to catch a fish. She didn't eat a single bite of it although she did parade around the campsite with its head on the end of a stick--a bit of her barbaric ancestry showing through.

Wednesday, April 16, 2008

Anybody Know What It's Like to...

...call your husband at work to talk to him and be told by his coworker that he just left for the Emergency Room?

I do.

"You mean he drove one of the minors to the ER?" I asked.

"No, he went for himself," she said. "One of the nurses here looked at his leg and told him it needed to be checked out immediately."

(About a week ago, he crashed while going off some jumps on his BMX bike. Although he has been faithfully pouring peroxide over the huge scab on his calf several times a day, it still looks like a snot oozing piece of beef jerky.)

Knowing Jeff, he was probably just glad to get away from work for a couple of hours, even if it meant waiting to be seen at the ER. (Each Fall, I invite him to come with me to get a flu shot and he always declines saying, "If I get the flu then I won't have to go to work." Can you tell he loves his job?)

Anyway, I can't wait to hear what he has to say when he contacts me...whenever that is...

Let us turn our attention to another mystery:

How can cute little 9 year old girls be so mean???

Today, Delaney came home and told me that one of her friends was crying because two other girls were completely ignoring her. They didn't want her to play with them anymore so they acted like she wasn't there even though she was talking to them and trying to join in the game that they were playing.

Delaney informed me that she tried to encourage the girl, saying things like, "Maybe you're just not their kind of girl, but me and So-and-so like you." and "I'm sorry they're being mean to you, but at least you aren't that 'Tree-man' guy 'cause not even his family likes him." Such is the comfort of a 9 year old girl dealing with catty girl stuff, sweet but somewhat tactless.

(The 'Tree-man' is an Indonesian guy who is suffering from a shockingly bad case of HPV which is causing his hands and feet to form huge warts which resemble tree roots. )

So, in all seriousness, please say a prayer for Delaney's pal and an even more heartfelt one for the devastated man mentioned above.

Saturday, April 12, 2008

Discussing Elephants

Alright, alright, so the creature from my last post is not really our new dog. In fact, I'm not sure it's really a dog at all--a deep-fried rat, perhaps? (Can you imagine what it's breath must smell like? Ugh...) However, that picture makes me laugh every time I see it, so I had to concoct some reason to post it, ridiculous or otherwise.

On to more serious matters...

I crave honesty.

Not complete honesty on all subjects. Things such as wearing mascara, telling a child that her drawing of a goat (uh...horse?) is "lovely" and asinine tales of recent pet adoptions are all perfectly acceptable examples of "dishonesty" in my opinion. However, if I'm having a conversation with a fellow human being, I want to have confidence in the genuineness of the exchange. Otherwise, it's a waste of time and vocal cord vibrations.

Throughout my life, my attempts at discussing whatever elephant was presently in the room have had varied results. I've been misunderstood, accused of complaining and of being rude. Other times, my relationships with people were deepened and a greater level of understanding and respect was established. I'll risk the former to reap the latter.

With this in mind, I offer you my take on a couple of subjects. I'll refer to them as "Apparent Myths". These are things that some people would rather not talk about although we all may spend plenty of time thinking about them. I'll start with one that is unlikely to offend.


Apparent Myth # 1: Because of my mindful obedience to God, He is indebted to me.

Now, just reading that, most Christians will say, "Duh. That's clearly a myth. Thanks for pointing out the totally obvious." However, a truth that we can easily recognize on a shallow level is not necessarily regarded as such in the depths of our psyches.

Let me illustrate--I used to look at families around me who were struggling with one or more of their children and I'd immediately comfort myself with thoughts like, "Well, the parents must not _____ or _______. If they'd just ______, then things would be better. That won't happen with us because Jeff and I are committed to _______." Through living life a little longer, I can no longer comfort myself with such thoughts.

In the past decade or so, I've witnessed a lot of families who did everything "right" and some of their offspring still have gotten into some serious trouble. People who I respect deeply for their own devotion to God and for the wise choices they've made are left weeping, wondering, "What did I do wrong?"

There's the myth. We assume that if we've done everything as we ought to, then our kids will grow up to love, honor, and serve God. That's an excellent desire to have--a noble desire to have, yet God will not violate our children's free will in order to reward us for our own behavior.

I now realize that one or both of my kids could end up: divorced, on drugs, as an unwed parent, as a nominal Christian or even an atheist. (There are more options, but I have a hard time seeing to type while cringing so tightly.)

Neither of them is presently doing anything to make me think the above scenarios are likely, and Jeff and I will do every right thing in our power to keep them from happening, but reality is that, ultimately, kids grow up and make their own decisions for their own lives.

So am I dissing Proverbs 22:6, "Train up a child in the way he should go and when he is old he will not depart from it."? No. That verse very often proves true. Keep in mind that Proverbs are sayings which are born out of the observations of wise people. They are generally true, but they aren't on the same level as the promises of God which are always true. For example, "He who finds a wife finds a good thing..." (Proverbs 18:22) is not always true. Nor is, "Poverty and shame will come to him who disdains correction..." 13:18, (just look at today's gangsta rappers).

Some kids who grow up in a loving, two parent home where their physical, emotional and mental needs are met and who are consistently and justly corrected, still sin--sometimes in big, life-wrecking ways. Am I suggesting that parenting is pointless, that we shouldn't daily aim to meet our children's needs and we needn't bother disciplining them consistently and justly? Of course not. I simply want to expose the fallaciousness of the myth, "Because of my mindful obedience to God, He is indebted to me."

This myth rears its head in lots of areas in our lives (not just in regards to the similarly DNA-ed people whom we love the most in the world). When we recognize the inaccuracy of it, there is a sense of freedom. Our service to God is less about us trying to control everything "just so" or trying to get brownie points from God to get a desired effect. It becomes more about simply knowing that God is worthy of our obedience regardless of the outcome. It alleviates our anxiety, reminding us that God's love for us is truly based on grace, not on our performance and that regardless of the horrors that await us in life, He will always be there--not because He's obligated to be, but because He wants to be.

Comments, agreements, dissensions???

There are at least two more apparent myths simmering in the back of my brain, but I'm done for now.

Aimee

Friday, April 11, 2008

Now Taking Suggestions...

Help us pick a name for our new dog!

I've included a picture to inspire some creativity:








(Be nice.)


Thursday, April 10, 2008

Bunco De"bunc"ed

Last night, my neighbor, Molly, called and asked if I'd like join her and her friends for a game of Bunco. I've heard Bunco mentioned by various people over the past few years but never had the privilege of witnessing the phenomenon in person. Snickering at the silly name was the extent of my experience.

Wanting to impress Molly's friends with my "natural" Bunco abilities, I (of course) googled the funny phrase "Bunco for Beginners" to plot my strategies and obtain tips from the pros. My research came to an abrupt halt as I read on Wikipedia that Bunco is "a social dice game involving 100% luck and no skill." Sounds easy enough!

Molly advised me to bring $5 and a goofy "prize" for the biggest loser like a lottery ticket, a one dollar bill or some unwanted laying-around-the-house item. I eyed the fruit bowl, but the bananas were well on their way to "banana bread" status, so I reached into the pantry and grabbed an unopened bottle of Ranch dressing.

Moments later, I felt quite stupid walking into Molly's house (which was full of about 10 women who were strangers to me) clutching my pathetic offering. Oh well. Life is full of such moments, right? (Well, at least mine is.)

Soon enough, the few rules had been explained to me and the dice were flying. "No skill"? Truer words were never typed by a Wikipedian. Bunco makes Bingo seem complex and Uno seem positively mind-boggling. Anyone with two fingers and an opposable thumb can play. But hey, it was a lot more fun than the last rear-numbing-lax-lower-lip-dripping-with-drool game of chess I tolerated. (Who wants to have to think while munching on Fiddle-Faddle?)

And...my bottle of Ranch was proclaimed the best "prize" of all!

Sunday, April 6, 2008

Short But Sweet

Well, we finally got the call tonight. Tobias is a sailor and Delaney is a chorus member. I think they're going to have a lot of fun. I just hope they can get their homework done in addition to learning all the songs and memorizing lines and choreography. Hmmm...I wonder if we'll ever be willing to do this again. :)

Friday, April 4, 2008

A Bowl of Borrowed Brains

Okay, so apparently sleep is not on my agenda tonight even though I've given it every opportunity to overtake me.

I wrote the following poem last July as I pondered the truth of Job 1:21. Read it aloud to hear the flow.


A bowl of borrowed brains He set
To balance on this chin--
It governs all the on loan parts
Ensheathed within this skin

Though I call mine this spine, these knees,
This gut that churns sustain-
I will retain not these nor those--
Such temporary gain!

This throat, these toes, this packed ribcage,
Are my dole at this time--
They course with health, though dusty with
Their future dredge of lime

Beholding eyes, a tasting tongue,
A nostril set and ears-
Such to the head were granted--still,
Disintegration nears

The aqueducts of blood and bile,
I neither sketched nor built,
Nor strung the knotty net of nerves
And cords that screech or lilt

Each ovum dropping from its nest
And ev'ry fill of lung,
Tick seconds off as I descend
Another ladder rung

This fleshy ecosystem is
In constant ordered flux--
Each cell's renewal ceasing is
The ev'ry mortal's crux