Trinkets of Thought

Life with the Littles-A lifestyle blog of living with five littles.

It’s official–I’m crazy.

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Michael and his parents, who have been visiting from Ohio, this week have been working on projects around the house during the work days while I’m at work.  Many of these projects have been in the kitchen and  I’m thankful for what has been accomplished.  They are always so kind and helpful–TERRIFIC-EST inlaws EVER, and its fabulous to have them here! 

SOOOOOOOO…Last weekend, my sister-in-law made me some cookie dough for the freezer (THANKS SO MUCH, LAURA!), and IT HAS BEEN WONDERFUL being able to pop the dough in the oven to have cookies available for my in-laws throughout the week.  SO VERY NICE! 

Last night, I baked about 3 dozen of the cookies, thinking that Michael was having additional guests over.  Today, the cookies were mostly gone when I got home from work, so I went to pop some more in the oven.  Slight problem: My favorite cookie pan was nowhere to be found.  Like previously mentioned, there have been projects going on the kitchen this week, so I figured that someone moved it.  I frantically searched throughout the cupboards in the kitchen, but was unable to find my special tray.  It was nowhere!  I started to presume that my neighbor (the one who knows the color of my kitchen and peeks in my windows) was perhaps envious of my amazing stoneware pan, and had come into our house under the cover of darkness to steal it.  There was no explanation!!!  That is, until I opened the oven door, and sitting in the oven was my cookie pan from last night!  Why is this a big deal, you ask?  There were a dozen cookies still on the tray.  It’s official.  I’m crazy.

Oh Me, Oh My, My Eye!

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 Recently, I’ve been having the problem with inflicting pain upon myself. Of course, always accidental, but geez! You’d think I could tone down the pain!

Instance #1 Nothing I do in my life is done quietly or gracefully… My whole life shouts, “HERE I AM!” So, I’m at work…walking at a brisk pace down the hall, heading home for the day. I have to exit through a door. Yet I miss the latch, and keep right on walking. MY CHIN hits the door at full force. It hurts, but I laugh at my stupidity.

Instance #2 Michael recently started shutting one of the doors in our house at night. He has been doing this on a sporadic basis… WELL, One recent evening, he shut the door, of which I did not know about. Pitch dark. Maren walks ‘into’ the room, but instead only walks into the door. I cry out in pain and say something like, “Well, how was I supposed to know the door was closed?” Michael then puts two and two together…he shut door…loud noise…maren’s comment… and laughs hysterically.

Instance #3 I underestimate the force of my strength. One morning recently, I go to move a child’s scooter toy that we have at our house for our little visitors. Being a very tiny house, we have to hide things in creative places so our house isn’t cluttered. This particular item was behind our bed. I needed to move it to get to an item stored under the bed. It’s wedged between the bed and the wall. So, without rationalizing what I am doing, I pull really hard( OF COURSE forgetting that the handle comes loose). As if in slow motion, it comes loose, I realize what is happening, and my hand with the same force as my forceful pulling, smacks into my lip, which causes me to bite it– significantly. Joy.

Instance#4 TAKES THE CAKE—This was really similar to Instance #3, except this time was getting a vase from a cupboard in my kitchen. Visualize this with me… I’m on a chair. The vase is wedged in a difficult-to-obtain position… I pull really hard. My extreme force, allows the vase to nudge free, and I smack me square in the eye… “Oh that’ll leave a mark!” Instantly a welt forms, and I’m doomed to have a black eye. Sigh.

I won’t claim it as an instance because I didn’t hurt myself, but on Tuesday, I opened the door a little too hard, and put a hole in the wall. Michael, my ever patient husband, just made a comment about how he enjoys to patch up walls. 🙂

What’s up with me?!?!?

Things I’ve learned from my inflictions:
1. When will I ever learn?
2. I’m not by any means strong, but sometimes I underestimate my aggressiveness.
3. There is nothing wrong with doing things wholeheartedly, I just wish that I could channel my useless “wholehearted” efforts (resulting in pain) into more productive results! Vigor isn’t bad–it just needs to be aimed at more appropriate targets.

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Lovely, eh?  Sigh… Funny things, though, about having a black eye…

One thing my company does is helps victims of domestic violence. Maybe I’ll get promoted to a spokesperson position!

Also, I find it funny that my husband is a pastor, and I have a black eye. Michael took me out for ice cream a couple nights ago, so I made sure to say, “Well, if you hadn’t hit me, you wouldn’t have had to take me out for ice cream.” Of course, I said it in the parking lot so no one around could hear, but Michael made sure to curtail my jokes so that no one would report him to the authorities for undue cause.

Life–gotta love it!

You’d think I made it up…

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So, today, I came to work with my shirt on inside-out.  Um…what is it with me?  Maybe next week I should wear the whole outfit.  I think this is a very clear indication that I’m getting up too late and there’s not enough time to get ready.  Perhaps I should increase my 20 minute morning regimen…

On another note, during my pre-xanga days, Michael and I went to a B&B in a podunk town in Indiana.  The new owners had just purchased (fully furnished), but per the sales contract allowed previously scheduled guests to keep their stays (which included us).  The owners were nice and hospitable and kept mentioning how they just had to leave the metropolis they came from to ‘get away from the hustle and bustle….’  Something just wasn’t quite right.  The owner kept throwing $ figures around…i’m talking hundreds of thousands… For instance, “This piano was one of 6 in the world.  It’s an original made for royalty.  Although it costs $400,000, we can only insure it for $250,000.” AND SO ON AND SO FORTH.  We’re talking original oil paintings, antique furniture, etc. etc. etc.  It wasn’t that I questioned the items he was showing us.  I truly believe in their authenticity, but something about him was just not worth trusting–it was all the money figures being casually mentioned.  Being the natural born skeptic that we are, when Michael and I got home Googled the man.  ONLY to find out that he was being investigated for somehow rigging medical insurance cases–were talking HUNDREDS OF MILLIONS HERE.  Just googled him again this week to find that he’s been indicted…I think it’s safe to say, we stayed at a B&B with a convict.  Yikes.

In other news, I’m reading an excellent apologetic book called, I Don’t Have Enough Faith to be an Atheist.  Having met some friends who question the truth of the Bible, we have found that when discussing biblical issues, i.e. moral absolutes, they don’t just accept, “Well the Bible says…” as the basis for them to believe foundational truths.   Since they are searching out if the Bible is true in the first place, they don’t automatically accept using it as a starting point to defend a moral position.  From a logical perspective, this book walks the reader from logically thinking through the existence of God, the reliability of the Bible, and also the claims of Jesus.  Great book to help as we share with others.

One last random thing– You know at pot lucks, there’s always ONE person who brings a gourmet-slave-all-day-in-the-kitchen-yummy-dish that makes them look like a honorable version of Martha Stewart?  Meanwhile diminishing you to the level of the kid with a new Easy Bake?  Well, we have one of those at our church.  They brought a terrific dish (Butternut Squash Lasagna) to Thanksgiving potluck, and I instantly fell in love.  I know it’s more of a fall recipe, but while it’s on my mind, just thought I’d share.  I baked it on Saturday–I had some pumpkin puree left over in my freezer that I needed to use up.  If you know me well, you know that I despise grocery shopping, but I am the queen of creative substituting.  This recipe was no different as the substitutions abounded (no milk, amaretti cookies, mozzarella cheese or fresh basil), so we’ll just say that mine was a more healthier version, but it is definitely a favorite. 

Here’s to Randomness & Happy Monday!

It only could happen to me…

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Came to work today…with my pants on backwards!  Now, I know it takes me a while to wake up, but golly, that’s crazy!  To my credit, they’re side-zip pants and very loose, but still…I feel like a 4 year old. 🙂  At least I have my shoes on the right feet, er…I think. 

Happy Thursday!  One more day ’til weekend!

 

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