Everyone was gone this afternoon, so Tasha and I were having dinner alone. Tasha ia a great conversationalist. Her mom recently brought her a new WII (Well, I am not sure if the WII was for Tasha or mom and Uncle Eric)
Anyway, she spends hours playing it She will forget to eat, forget everything just so she can bowl.
She is very good at too. She actually beat Uncle Eric by Three points one day.
Back to today. Today we were having dinner, she had been upstairs playing a game about mountain climbing, so in the middle of chatting about normal everyday 4 year old things, she brok e in and told me:
"Nanny the people on the mountain went to jail,?"
Startled, I look up and said "What people?"
The people on the mountain.
What were you watching?
She signed the heavy sighof a 4 year old who is totally misunderstood by in her life, and patiently explained to me she was not watching TV, she was playing a game.
Ohhhhh. Silly Me.
She went on to tell me a story of two people who went to the top of the mountain, and fell down. the police came and took them to jail.
I stopped her. "Jail Why?"
Because, she sign tiredly, they didn't follow directions, that why they fell.
Okay, make sense.
The gist of the story was the boys fell down the mountain , then they went to jail because they did not follow directions. Her imaginary friend got them out of the, the policeman gave them all candy int he end.
"What did you do after, theat?" I asked her
"I went home,. I was tired
Did you go to bed?
No, I had Cake.
then she was up and off on another track.
Saturday, June 26, 2010
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
Hermie Whose in Charge anyway? Book Review
I am not really a big fan of bugs. Not any of them. I never felt ladybugs were cute, although certainly necessary. Nor, was I ever enthralled with spiders, flies or other small creatures; even when dressed up to be cute on a children’s video.
However I had faith in Max Lucado, so I guessed that his bugs must be different. They were not. The lesson they taught were.
Whos in charge anyway gives a terrific lesson on growing up and learning who you are and your role in life.
Whos in charge anyway gives a terrific lesson on growing up and learning who you are and your role in life.
Freddy the Flea feels terribly unimportant, especially when all of his friends seem to be brave, and know just what to do. Why is a flea created he wonders?
So, he does what we all should do when wondering about such things, he talks to God.
“Even an ocean starts with a drop of water, Freddy” God tells him then goes on to show him how his friend whom he envies have gotten to the point in their lives by experience, trial an error. All of the strengths of course comes from Him. He is in Charge.
Max Lucado teaches a marvellous lesson in a creative way. Although most of the DVD is filled with scenes from previous stories, the subject is well thought out as well as easy to understand.
I watched the DVD with my four year old granddaughter. She enjoyed it immensely, but more importantly; she had questions after it was over.
It made a impression, she enjoyed it and was interested in learning more. Thats the big three to me in children’s video. For that reason I give Hermie:Whos in Charge anyway a big thumbs up.
Monday, June 21, 2010
Birds, Storms and a Charleston Afternoon.
Yesterday, a giant storm came out of nowhere. One minute it was calm without a breeze, then suddenly the sky was lit up with lightening as wind, not a breeze, wind whipped across the lake. The tranquil lake now had waves, it was as if we were transported from sitting in our living room to ocean side.
We watched as the water rose up and down going from side to side in waves, trees on the side of the lake bent to meet the waves as if the welcoming the water to the shore.
Denise tapped me on the should and pointed to a bird. The bird was trying to make it to the dock, flying against the wind. He made it a few inches, then was pushed back. At one point, he was thrust into the water, and fought vigorously to become airborne again. WE found ourselves rooting for the bird.
"Come on, you can make it," we whispered feeling pretty silly but still wanting the little guy to succeed.
He made it airborne flying painfully to the dock. We had not noticed that about ten other birds were clustered at the edge of the dock watching their friend. Were they cheering him on in bird talk?
It certainly seemed as if they were, because they welcomed him with open uh, wings and ushered him onto the safety of our dock.
The wind and rain continued. Evey once in a while a test bird was sent out to see if he could get the heroic journey across the lake. Each time he was pushed back. The birds would walk away with their heads down.
Denise and I spent a little time observing the birdsthey Huddled in small groups, casting furtive glances out to the water and to the sky. They kept trying they did not give up at all.
One bird only made it about two feet from the dock, landed in the water with a plop so loud we heard it.
The other birds watched him struggle for a moment then one took off and proceeded to help his friend. When he was steady, they both begun to fly back, but the friend who came out to help was hit by a gust of wind and down he went. He made it to the group, not without great difficulity however.
Denise and I cotinued to watch this drama for about two hours.
Finally two of them took off in opposite directions, both made it so the rest, after deep consultation,
followed.
Now you are expecting a point, or summation to pull all of this together form a spiritual point.
There is not one.
It is a story for your own interpretation. I was amazed at the resilience of the birds.
How the little creatures fought for what they wanted, to get home. What a community they had.
So its just recollection of a Sunday afternoon in Charleston SC.I hope you enjoyed it.
We watched as the water rose up and down going from side to side in waves, trees on the side of the lake bent to meet the waves as if the welcoming the water to the shore.
Denise tapped me on the should and pointed to a bird. The bird was trying to make it to the dock, flying against the wind. He made it a few inches, then was pushed back. At one point, he was thrust into the water, and fought vigorously to become airborne again. WE found ourselves rooting for the bird.
"Come on, you can make it," we whispered feeling pretty silly but still wanting the little guy to succeed.
He made it airborne flying painfully to the dock. We had not noticed that about ten other birds were clustered at the edge of the dock watching their friend. Were they cheering him on in bird talk?
It certainly seemed as if they were, because they welcomed him with open uh, wings and ushered him onto the safety of our dock.
The wind and rain continued. Evey once in a while a test bird was sent out to see if he could get the heroic journey across the lake. Each time he was pushed back. The birds would walk away with their heads down.
Denise and I spent a little time observing the birdsthey Huddled in small groups, casting furtive glances out to the water and to the sky. They kept trying they did not give up at all.
One bird only made it about two feet from the dock, landed in the water with a plop so loud we heard it.
The other birds watched him struggle for a moment then one took off and proceeded to help his friend. When he was steady, they both begun to fly back, but the friend who came out to help was hit by a gust of wind and down he went. He made it to the group, not without great difficulity however.
Denise and I cotinued to watch this drama for about two hours.
Finally two of them took off in opposite directions, both made it so the rest, after deep consultation,
followed.
Now you are expecting a point, or summation to pull all of this together form a spiritual point.
There is not one.
It is a story for your own interpretation. I was amazed at the resilience of the birds.
How the little creatures fought for what they wanted, to get home. What a community they had.
So its just recollection of a Sunday afternoon in Charleston SC.I hope you enjoyed it.
Saturday, June 19, 2010
Father's Day and small talk six
This Sunday is the day we honor fathers for their commitment to family, for love of their kids and commitment to the mothers of their children. Fathers Day. I never knew my father very well. I lived with my Grandmother, strangely enough HIS mother. I still did not see him terribly often. Every few years he would come riding into town, promising he was going to stay, always with a new "mommy" for me.When I was young, this was exciting, as I grew, I began to understood what was happening.
My father was a roamer. He could not stay in one place. When I grew up I went from angry to angrier.
Why did he not care about me? Why did he not want to be with me?
My mother had abandoned me summarily. It was not until I was 17 I even met her.
At least my dad came by once every few years. Still, I am not sure what was worse the hit and run visits or just never knowing where my mom was.
I am grown up and looking back I realized some things.
The most notable was my father gave all he could. He had serious issues of his own life to work through, and handling the issues in my life then he could handle.
I wish I had realized it before he died.
Everyperson who enters you life leaves an impression on it. Of course, my father then, but more then that, he left me a resolve. Never to abandon anyone I love and to understand other frailties.
I know now so..Happy Fathers Day, Dad I forgive you.
There weren't many things both my Dad and I enjoyed. together.but I can think of Six
1. When he was around he used to like to take me out to eat. I never got to because my grandmother couldn't afford it. I still like to eat out..but more important it was the only time I was ever alone with him and felt special.
2. Reading. He loved to Read. I do as well.
3. Sports
4. Classical musical
5. Chicago Hot Dogs I was born there and for most of his life he lived their until moving to Detroit. There still isn't a dog to cover the Chicago Hot dog.
6. Travel. I want to he always did, but never stayed in a job long enough to earn the money to do much. I like to think his travels were his roaming. He saw a lot of America. Still, we used to talk about going to Europe someday. He was always going to hit it "big" and take me all over the world. That's it. We shared a dream. Even though I knew deep inside it was never to be, I hope he believed it. We all have to have hope.
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My father was a roamer. He could not stay in one place. When I grew up I went from angry to angrier.
Why did he not care about me? Why did he not want to be with me?
My mother had abandoned me summarily. It was not until I was 17 I even met her.
At least my dad came by once every few years. Still, I am not sure what was worse the hit and run visits or just never knowing where my mom was.
I am grown up and looking back I realized some things.
The most notable was my father gave all he could. He had serious issues of his own life to work through, and handling the issues in my life then he could handle.
I wish I had realized it before he died.
Everyperson who enters you life leaves an impression on it. Of course, my father then, but more then that, he left me a resolve. Never to abandon anyone I love and to understand other frailties.
I know now so..Happy Fathers Day, Dad I forgive you.
There weren't many things both my Dad and I enjoyed. together.but I can think of Six
1. When he was around he used to like to take me out to eat. I never got to because my grandmother couldn't afford it. I still like to eat out..but more important it was the only time I was ever alone with him and felt special.
2. Reading. He loved to Read. I do as well.
3. Sports
4. Classical musical
5. Chicago Hot Dogs I was born there and for most of his life he lived their until moving to Detroit. There still isn't a dog to cover the Chicago Hot dog.
6. Travel. I want to he always did, but never stayed in a job long enough to earn the money to do much. I like to think his travels were his roaming. He saw a lot of America. Still, we used to talk about going to Europe someday. He was always going to hit it "big" and take me all over the world. That's it. We shared a dream. Even though I knew deep inside it was never to be, I hope he believed it. We all have to have hope.
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Saturday, June 12, 2010
Stressed??? Me?
Hmmmmmm
1. You buy two pints of Ben and Jerry's just for you.
2. You eat the two pints of Ben and Jerry's in 30 minutes
3. The kids ask you "Whats for Dinner, Mom?" and you just sit there giving them a very evil and mysterious smile.
4. You are playing catch with the kids and throw the ball so hard you son has to catch a bus to retrieve it.
5. Your husband comes home from work and says, How's you day sweetie and you grab him by his shirt shouting What do you mean by that????
6. You walk around the house muttering and even the cat runs from you.
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