Oops!

Twice this week when I was in a public place, I was mortified to look down and see...







Oh, horrors! (My socks were even inside out!)

As if I wanted to call even more attention to my "size nine wide" life companions.

It seems that I have a tendency to forget to check the stylishness of my feet before venturing out of the confines of my own fashion-free home.

Am I to be blamed that I love flops but want my feet to be warm at the same time?

Next time I'll make sure I have some curlers in my hair to complete the look.

A Welcome Rarity

A couple of nights ago, we got two inches of snow. I know that amount is laughable to some of you, but it's unusual here.


The next morning, I let the kids be a bit late to school so they could play in it. Some of you nicer parents wouldn't have made them go to school at all, but 'nice' I never claimed to be. :)


Isn't it beautiful?

The Truest Peace

I remember reading a book while I was in junior high (I think it was Shogun) and one small portion spoke very clearly to me.

A Japanese character explained to a visitor to the island nation that he believed there were three parts to each person: the outer man who is known by everyone, the inner man who is known by a few and the innermost man of all who is known only by the man himself.

This struck me as so true...and so sad.

As a young teenager, I felt that my truest self was virtually unknown and on some levels I wanted to stay that way because of what I knew about that self. I felt so alone.

Soon after that, I learned that God (Who is not bound by the same restrictions that we are) did know me. He knew me with all of my hopes, insecurities, joys and questions and what relief to learn that He loved me in spite of my faults and weaknesses.

To know that I am known and loved by my Creator has given me a vital sense of peace. I easily recall what it was to live without that peace and I never want to go back to that state of mind.

Peace with God is the truest peace of all.

"Therefore, since we have been justified by faith, we have peace with God through our Lord Jesus Christ..." Romans 5:1

The Boy in the Striped Pajamas...

...is the best movie I've seen in a couple of years.



Seriously. It was amazing.

It beautifully shows the Holocaust through the eyes of a child.

The characterization of everyone was easily believable. (Usually my biggest gripe with movies and books is that the characters do or say things that I just can't buy into.)

The cinematography is fabulous. There is no sex and the violence is only implied. The acting is spot on. The plot is riveting. (And I'm quite picky about all these things!) I'm telling you, it's a movie that you must see.

You might be a bit uncomfortable during the first few minutes because it focuses on the happy family of a Nazi Officer, but as the realities of what the Nazis were actually doing become evident, the consequences follow.

It is very sad, but more in a thought provoking way than a fall-apart-in-your-theater-seat way. (I don't enjoy morphing into a sloppy, weeping public display.)

We decided that Tobias is going to see it as soon as it comes out on video, but Delaney's tender little heart is not yet ready to struggle with the realities of the Holocaust.

See it.

'Tis the Season

We've never done the whole Santa thing in our house.

Don't get me wrong...we don't have a personal vendetta against the guy.

We don't wonder at the spiritual maturity of those who hand their kids over to him at the mall for a photo op. We don't find spiritual significance in the fact that if you switch a few letters around in his name then you get "Satan". We do get a guilt-free kick out of silly Christmas movies (such as "Elf") which include the jolly old Northerner. So, as you can see, we're not on a campaign for Santa obliteration.

When the kids were little, we warned them not to ruin the concept of Santa for their friends who do have him as a part of their holiday celebration.

Could you Santa fans please ask your kids to return the favor?

This is the second year that Delaney has been harassed for not believing in him. I've been a witness...

Last year, she had a pal (we'll call her Amber) over to our house after Christmas. The girls were sitting at the kitchen table when Amber (with the utmost patience that a fourth grader could muster) asked:

"Delaney, do you believe in Santa now that Christmas is over?"

D: "Uh...no."

A: "Delaney, I got presents from him. The tags said so. He even gave my mom and dad some things."

D: silence

A: "My parents said he's real and they wouldn't lie."

D: "Uh, I don't really want to talk about it."

A: (The following statement was delivered with piety of the most religious caliber possible.) "Delaney, if you just try then you can believe in him. (sigh) I think you need to think about that."

Well, that was last year. I thought that surely by 5th grade, the faith-filled few would have dwindled down to nil. Oh, no...Santa's evangelists are at it again, trying to browbeat the disbelieving into the kingdom of the North Pole.

Yesterday, Delaney brought home a note from school that had passed between her and another girl.

Other Girl: "If you don't believe in Santa, then why do you draw pictures of him and his reindeer?"

D: "Because it's fun."

OG: "How could you Delaney? How could you not believe in Santa?"

I realize some people consider the idea of Santa as part of the whole magic of Christmas and that's fine, but personally, I think that peace on earth has a bit more sparkle.

Those Kids are at it Again...

Yes, Thing One and Thing Two are participating in yet another musical at the local theater. (I'm afraid it has become an addiction of theirs that we'll have to monitor carefully.)


They are truly enjoying themselves. Jeff and I are quite proud of them as they play their parts very well.

Tobias plays a Punch and Judy puppeteer:


And he gets to dance with beautiful girls:

Delaney plays a street urchin (although she looks pretty well-off for a destitute cast-off to me.) :


Additionally, she plays a unicorn in the toy parade scene (or did a unicorn swallow her whole?) :


There will be shows on Thursday, Friday, Saturday and Sunday of next week. Then they'll be getting back to bed at a normal hour (and so will I. :))