Ordinary Life

One of our lessons this past week was about Gideon . Our assignment was to imagine the loud clatter of breaking pots to be heard in the siege of the Midianites. Our curriculum thought this best achieved by actually breaking pots with a hammer. The kids LOVED this project- a little too much perhaps, as Fisher has laid claim to the protective goggles and wants to wear them all the time. He has also procured a small decorative baseball bat to carry around in case he needs to "break" things (because I took the hammer and hid it):

Really, YA'LL - there is nothing more pathetic than a bunch of Southerners grappling about in a puddle of muddy slush, pretending it's the real stuff. And to think, we paid to get in!

Apparently, danger lurks around every corner: Setting: Gas station, COLD Sunday morning en route to church, pumping my own gas for lack of a nearby Rhett Butler Scene: At the $6.22 mark (or so) , a man pulls up beside me to pump gas. He appears to be en route to church as well...at least that's where I assume he's wearing the electric blue suit & snazzy jazzy tie. SnazzyJ : " 'morning." Me: "Good Morning" end conversation- nothing more is said...at all. Somewhere around the $15 mark, Logan- who has been trying unsuccessfully to communicate with me through tinted glass, finally manages to scale the center console and open the front door. (child safety locks can be such a pain to...well, children) By her pink & slightly puffy appearance, she has been crying or threatening to, at the very least. Logan: "Mom! Mooom! (as if she is calling to me from a distant mountain top) Me: "Yes, Lo, what is it?" Logan: "I get scared when ...

Setting: Chaotic ride home- all 3 kids talking, DVD player blaring- Clay and I "discussing" something-headache FISHER: ( incessantly) Mama! Mama! Momma! ME : ( after quite some time) WHAT FISHER, WHAT?! FISHER: Will you get us space helmets? ME : ( with a "did you really just interrupt me for THAT?!" tone) No, Fisher. No space helmets. FISHER: (a little sad, a little dejected) But!...How are we going to breathe up there when God comes back? ME : (after weighing the energy it would take to explain) Oh, well, in that case, yes we can get space helmets. ~I didn't leave him ignorant for long... just so ya know. ~

Who ISN'T answering this little survey, that's what I'd like to know. Seems like everyone has tagged and been tagged...I've been tagged from every angle...so I'm going to give it a go, even though I just spat out 10 random things about myself last week... I hope at least one of you are entertained/enlightened by these answers: I hate talking about myself and usually end up rambling when compelled to do so- You've been warned. I HATE being cold/cold weather. I suspect I have thermostat issues or lizard's blood...Snow is pretty as long as it's not happening to me. I'm a year round flip flop wearer. Putting socks on for "church shoes" this morning was almost reason enough to stay home. I want to be buried at sea, in Key Largo @ The Christ Statue... any scuba divers out there? One of my most treasured "skills" is crocheting, because my Granny taught me how I collect little odds and ends, charms and what not. One of my recent favorites...

A Google Activity as shared by my SIL on FBook. Please note that nearly all inspirations for my name aren't helped by the inspirations of both Kelly Clarkson and Kelly Osbourne. Thanks a lot, Kelly gals. Kelly needs... HELP Kelly looks like... SHE'S ENTERING A WAR ZONE WITH THAT BOWL SHAPED HELMET OF HAIR Kelly likes... TO DRINK A SIX PACK AND PUT AWAY A PINT EACH NIGHT Kelly says... AIRLINE ACQUISITIONS MAY BE ON THE HORIZION Kelly wants... SHOES Kelly does... THE RIGHT THING Kelly hates... JAPANESE NOISELESS LOOS Kelly can... DO IT Kelly goes... TO WHITECASTLE Kelly is... SLOWLY BECOMING ONE OF MY FAVORITES ...(long drawn out sentence) Kelly loves... WHALES