Jack spent all of last week in Lexington going to drama classes at Lexington Children’s Theater and being spoiled by grandparents. It was a “Harry Potter”-themed play, so when I called him after work every evening he’d have stories of being sorted into houses and playing Quidditch. Mom and Greg had sworn they were going to whip this kid into shape for me while he was there, have him doing chores, cleaning, saying “ma’am” and “sir”, eating vegetables, and going to bed on time. Yeah, right. They started by taking him to the grocery Sunday to let him pick out what he wanted to take for lunch during the week. Yes, they LET HIM PICK. Of course, everything he chose came from just two aisles in the grocery, and the produce aisle wasn’t one of them. It was junk food heaven. And once my mother noticed he was bringing home the crusts of his sandwiches in the ziplocks at the end of the day she (brace yourself) STARTED CUTTING THE CRUSTS OFF HIS BREAD. Yeah, we’ve got two and a half weeks until school starts and she does this to me. Now the kid is going to expect individual Doritos bags, gummy worms, and crustless sandwiches for lunch every day. They also went out to dinner every night, so now instead of asking, “What’s for dinner?” Jack asks “Where are we going for dinner?” To be honest, I think this is a great plan, but I can’t get the rest of the guys to fall in line. They seem to have gotten used to home-cooked food (my mistake). Of course, there were no chores or cleaning done, no “ma’am”ing or “sir”ing in evidence. In face, I called Mom one day before she picked Jack up and asked what they’d been doing and she told me he’d been teaching her to play some game on the Wii and after several attempts told her, “Mammaw, you SUCK at this game!”. Oh, yeah, that’s my little Mr. Manners. The video games went on until eleven each night, and then he could fall asleep watching TV in bed (?????) with my mom’s Yorkie, Winnie, who slept with him every night (AWWW). We brought the dog home with us yesterday so Mom and Greg could go on a mini-vacation to recover from their Jack time. They’ve already agreed to let him do camp there again next year, though (WOO HOO!)
OK, my first try with a Mama Kat Writer’s Workshop prompt, this one really jumped out at me!
5.)Describe what brought you closer to your faith.
I just finished reading “The Shack”, and it really challenged some of my preconceived notions about spirituality. So many of the concepts I thought, “Yeah, that’s what I believe, but I couldn’t have expressed it that clearly!” I’m currently between churches, hunting for the right one for me and my family, and I don’t really want to settle for just any church, I want to be part of one that really feels like a “church home”. This book helped me realize that it’s my personal relationship with God that’s important, not all the details I am so easily caught up in. Sooo, I’m now trying to become more trusting and forgiving in all my relationships instead of my cynical, judgemental self in hopes that this will, when the time is right, lead me to the right church community for us.
I’m in love! He’s hard-working, dependable, and he does wonderful things for me on a daily basis as long as I remember to recharge him after use . . .
Yep, it’s my Dirt Dog. I bought him on a whim when he was on sale last month, and I don’t know what I did without him. OK, I know what I did without him, and it was NOT vacuum under the beds. It was pretty much watch the tumbleweeds of dog fur float lazily by a scant 24 hours after I’d nearly broken my back using the weighs-a-ton Kirby. Now I can just come home from work, unhook my marvelous new friend from his charger, push “clean” and he will do a room or two while I chat on the phone to Dianna, and Mom, and Michael; check Facebook, chat with Nancy . . . Oh, there’s a pleasant little “Yoo Hoo” sort of noise that means either that he’s done or his dustbin needs to be emptied. Either way, he’s sucking up the dog fur and dust bunnies from under the bed while I’m doing more important things! And I hear that toddlers love to chase the little sucker around the house, watching him bounce off walls and turn away from the basement steps. What could be better? A Dirt Dog / margarita maker! Hopefully they’re working on that upgrade.