Last night I had the strangest dream...

I dreamed that Crystal and my mom and I were shopping at the Feast in some mall kind of set up. Crystal and I keep going into this antique book store. The owner is this really nice old lady. We aren't really shopping, just waiting for mom to finish whatever she's doing, but I find this book. I thought it was by a guy from the American Revolution, but according to the owner it is from the crusades. It has all these little bits of stuff pressed in the pages, like gloves and hair and papers. So I'm really interested in it, and ask the lady how much it costs and she says $1400. Then she says "I think you better get a higher-paying job before you buy this one." And I say "Yeah, I think it'll be awhile before I can afford my interest in antique books." So I close it up and walk away and I'm trying to find where it was on the shelf. When I turn around, Crystal's handing me the book. She bought it for me. So I hug the owner and tell her thank you. Then as we're heading out the door, I ask Crystal why she bought it. She says, "I don't know. She kind of made me." I was thinking how I was going to get it on the plane with all the odd bits tucked away in it when I woke up.

Strange. Not quite as strange as the time I dreamed I missed the ice cream at Passover because I left the service to look for a piano bench because I was supposed to play special music....but still strange.

I think I've found a motivation to give up chocolate...

This.

As devoted as I'm sure Mr. Garcia is to his personal hygiene, I'm concerned that the article doesn't mention whether the contents of the vat of chocolate, which were at one time in his hair, ears and mouth, among other places, were thrown out or not.

Chocolate...I'm going to miss you.

Time marches on...

I don't know why I'm so not resigned to William growing up. Crystal's always excited when Jarek reaches a new milestone, and I always feel sad...like I wish I'd done more, remembered more....I don't know. So anyway...I've been instructed not to tell what the milestone is, but let's just say it didn't hurt or bleed as much as he thought it would. And he's SUPER excited. And we put it in a little yogurt cup with a lid, which he's planning on using for all of them. :)

I ran three miles this morning! I ran a 5k a couple months ago, but it was HARD and I just came home and slept most of the day after. Today felt good. This is my 3rd time through Runner's World's 5k training program, so I guess it's finally taking. I know this may not seem like a big deal, but to me....it's huge. Three years ago next month I blew my knee out playing basketball. I didn't have insurance at the time so was never able get it checked or anything. It was months before I could straighten it or bend it....it stank. For over two years I wasn't able to do anything weightbearing...even standing for a long time hurt...without pain and swelling, and I started to wonder if it was ever going to get all the way better. It's only been in the last 9 months or so that that has changed. In that time, I've managed to overdo it and get plantar fascitis and IT band tendonitis. So I finally took JB's advice and checked out the Runner's World website and started following their plan instead of just trying to run as far and fast as I could every day. And it's working! I'm so excited! Of course I'm still slow....but I'm just thankful to be on my feet again.

I have to blog this while I can remember...

A too cute William moment...

Today is one of my "nanny" days when we have baby Lilly here, and when I asked William to ask the blessing on breakfast this morning, this is how it went:

William: Father in heaven, thank you for our blessings. Please bless the food. Please help us to have a good day. Please help baby Lilly to learn 9 new things today. Please help her to learn that when she tries to stand up holding onto something and her head is under it, she'll bonk her head, so she shouldn't do that. Please help her to learn that baby games aren't the most fun thing. Please help her to learn some of my games. In Jesus' name, Amen.

Was that good, mom?

Me: That was good, babe.

William: I asked God to help her learn 3 good things. He can decide the rest 'cause he's in charge of the whole world. And He always has good ideas.


I'm sure God smiled. :)

Wal-Mart is evil

I went to Wal-Mart this morning to get cheese, bread and milk (the staples of life) and those little scrubby sponge things.

I came out with cheese, bread, milk (the staples of life), those little scrubby sponge things, a Thomas the Train comforter, pillow, throw and set of sheets (for William), Buzz Lightyear pajamas (also for William--I can read your mind Crystal), 2 frozen pizzas, an electric pencil sharpener, a mini 3-drawer plastic thingamajig (hopefully to be used to keep William's art supplies from being liberally dispersed around the house where I step on them and break them, then we have to go back to Wal-Mart and get more...and Wal-Mart is evil), a Pepsi, a Dasani and 4 chocolate bars.

If it weren't for the little scrubby things, I would have just gone to HEB. I can get out of HEB with only 4 things. But not Wal-Mart...oh no...there's something in the air there. Consider yourself warned.

William wants me to start a letter campaign

We went to see Cars a couple weekends ago and one of the previews that was shown was for Monster House. My poor kid has been unable to get the scary images out of his head in all this time. He wants me to write letters to the makers of the movie and the theatre complaining. He asks some very good questions and makes some legitimate requests, such as:

--Why do people want to make a scary movie anyway? No kids like to be scared.
--Why do they show scary commercials before funny movies? People who go to funny movies don't want to see scary stuff.
--Tell them to stop showing Monster House on TV and stop showing scary commercials in kid movies.
--Tell them that they scared me and you don't like people to scare your little boy.
--Tell them to make 3 new movies that aren't scary, that are funny.

I'm touched that he thinks I have such power to affect change in the entertainment industry. I'm also more than a little ticked that I'm having to deal with this. After all, we did go to see a funny movie not a scary one (see point #2 above). It's amazing the power that images have over little kids. It's really made me rethink what I let him see, even on accident. He remembers the whole preview in vivid detail, while I barely remember it at all. Whether this is because he has a better memory than me, or because I was absorbed in getting all the buttered popcorn off the top before sharing it, I don't know. All I know is it's making bedtime a really sad time for my little boy, and I don't like it.

Lock up your daughters, dads!

William: "When I get a girl I love, I'm just going to take her places and get to know her better, but I'm not going to call that dating. I'm going to call it going to get something to eat."

William: "And you can come too."

William: "And if anything goes wrong there, we can just leave."

Me: "You mean leave her there, or take her home?"

William: "We can take her home if we want to, but if something goes wrong with her, we can leave her there."

I think I win the encouraging mother of the day award.

Me: If you'll calm down for a sec, I can show you how to really swim. I'm a pretty good swimmer.
William: I already know how to swim. (thrashes violently and sinks)
Me: No. You know how to drown reluctantly.

Good book

I just got through reading a good book: Hungry Planet: What the World Eats by Peter Menzel and Faith D'Aluisio. Really really (like my double really's JB?) interesting book about...well...what the world eats. Basically they traveled to 20-something countries and bought 20-something families a typical week's worth of groceries, then took a picture of the family with all the food. There are also some telling essays on nutrition and eating habits and how they are changing around the world. My favorite family was from Bhutan (yeah I'd never heard of it either). 13 people in one house spent just over $5.00 for a week's worth of groceries. But it was just interesting all around. Next up, the same couple's book Material World which involves taking pictures of similar families around the world standing in their front yards with all their worldly possesions. I wonder how many generations it would take before Americans could get used to living like most of the rest of the world?

A William tidbit...

William: Mommy, I just discovered something. Chronicles of Narnia and Lord of the Rings are the same.

Me: How so?

William: Well in Chronicles of Narnia there are 2 armies at the beginning, a good one and a bad one. And in Lord of the Rings there are 2 armies too. And at the end there's a big battle in both of them. And in Chronicles of Narnia the good guys were losing and the guys that were statues had to get unfrozen and come help them and then the good guys won. And in Lord of the Rings the good guys were losing too, and do you know what saved them?

Me: What?

William: The spearmen appeared with the wizard and charged down the hill and the good guys won. So see? Chronicles of Narnia and Lord of the Rings are the same. Am I right?

Me: You're right. Everything you just said is right...

William: ...and true.

Me: Yes, and true.

Update on my picnic w/the legal system.

Ok, first off...I know it's not cool to ask for prayers then not update. Sorry about that.

Second, I know people were praying because I've definitely had an upsurge of peace about this whole situation. Plus, I've yet to crack a head. I've even managed to avoid biting sarcasm.

Now, the upshot is William's dad hasn't been in contact w/him for almost 4 years. This includes no child support. His mother has been in contact, but he hasn't. So with him out of the picture I wanted to stabilize William's custody situation so that if anything ever happened to me, he'd be able to stay with my family. Well, his dad resurfaced when this petition was filed, full of righteous indignation, accusing me of "orchestrating" the lack of contact. How many of you out there would wait until a petition to terminate your parental rights was filed before complaining about lack of visitation? Sadly, the courts don't see it that way. The petition is being put on hold and he's being given a "last chance" (his 3rd or 4th by my reckoning). We'll embark on a 6 month trial period in which he must pay child support and have visitation. This probably doesn't sound so bad to most people, but this is not a person I want influencing my child in any way. I have already stipulated William's not going anywhere without me, so I get the wonderful privilege of spending every other Sunday for the next 6 months with this person. He's not going to be nice. He's really angry with me right now. And I'm going to have to really watch my step because every little thing I do, I'm sure he's going to be looking for a way to use it against me.

So to sum up...prayers are still appreciated. My motto for the next 6 months is going to be "wise as a serpent, harmless as a dove." :) I know God will get us through this trial, but I'm reminded that Shadrach, Meshach and Abednego had to go INTO the furnace before God delivered them out of it. Whatever it takes though....I'm in this for the long haul.

The Goose That Laid the Golden Eggs

retold by William Bryce

Once there was a farmer and he had a goose and one day when he woke up and came to see his goose's eggs and he figured out that they were golden.
Then the farmer became rich by selling all of the golden eggs. Then he wanted every single golden egg at one time.
One day he came outside and cut his goose open and saw nothing but an empty belly.

THE END

Moral: Don't be greedy. 'Cause the farmer was greedy wanting all the eggs at one time and he ended up not having ANY at one time. And THAT taught him HIS lesson!

Anybody in a praying mood...

William and I have hit a road bump in the custody situation. Anybody who reads this, if you could just pray for God to deliver my son. It's the season for deliverance, and the 5 year anniversary this month of our initial deliverance from this mess...my mess. Please pray that God will complete that deliverance now, so that William and I can keep moving forward, so that he won't be harmed any more than he already has been. Oh, and peace and strength and the ability to control myself and not crack heads would be good too. I appreciate it.

Sad...but true.

I'm watching the Suns and the Clippers right now on ESPN. The Suns are winning 88-60 with just under 7 minutes left in the 3rd quarter. The game is so lopsided that the commentators are having trouble coming up with comments. After a lull just now Tom Tolbert said, "How fast-acting is the Ebola virus?" There was a confused silence from his counterpart before Tolbert continued, "The entire Suns team would have to come down with the Ebola virus for the Clippers to have a chance at this game."

This amused me, so I thought I'd share. :) Seriously, though, 28 pts is a good quarter's worth of points. This is what's called in East Texas a "skunking."

Good stuff...

When I was pregnant with William, I suddenly became hyper-aware of all the germs out there. Public restrooms especially freak me out. Here is the best plan I've ever seen for getting out of a restroom clean:

Here is the procedure for being germ-free:

1. Flush toilet with shoe bottom. Sometimes I look like a Kung-Foo master.
   
2. When washing hands, dispense the towel BEFORE you wash your hands. Do not remove it yet.
3. Turn on the water and wash hands with soap for at least 30 seconds. DO NOT TURN OFF WATER. (You will recontaminate yourself.)
   
4. Tear papertowel, with towel turn off the water.
5. With towel, get more paper towel if necessary. DO NOT THROW PAPER TOWEL AWAY YET.
   
6. Use paper towel to open door. If there is not a trash bin by the door and not one easily accessible (like at a McDonalds), throw the paper on the floor. Sound terrible? It is the establishment's own durn fault that there is no sanitary way to exit the bathroom. Especially in a restaurant, you can be sure that your food is being touched by contaminated hands if a trash bin is not near the bathroom door out because the worker must touch the door with a bare hand if he or she also throws away the papertowel. If you find throwing paper on the floor beneath you, at least use part of your shirt to open the door. If you touch the door handle, you might as well have not washed your hands.

The whole post is here.

Now that I've finished reading "The Hobbit" to William...

I'm starting him in on "Watership Down" by Richard Adams. Yes, it's more fantasy. I remember the first time I read this book in high school. This kid in my physics class (which was kind of like a study hall) asked what I was reading.

Me: Watership Down.
Him: What's it about?
Me: These rabbits are looking for a new place to live, and...
Him: Bunnies?
Me: What?
Him: You're reading a book about bunnies?
Me: Well, yeah, but it's this adventure, and their old home is poisoned and they're looking for a new...
Him: Aw, the poor wittle bunnies have no pwace to wive...
Me: Shut up. It's on the college recommended reading list.

But seriously, it's a good book. I think William will like it. And instead of talking about dragons and goblins, he'll be talking about bunnies. :)

I'm copying Desiree, who's copying Jon...

so it's just as well that "original" is not on the list.

Describe me in 6 words or less.

My name is Michelle and I'm addicted to curling.

I've heard that admitting you have a problem is the first step in recovery. I couldn't find a group here in San Antonio, so I'm confessing in the (insert sarcasm here) oh-so-public spotlight (end sarcasm) of my blog that I am using, and influencing my son, an innocent minor, to use terms such as "spot rock" and "the hammer." I delayed starting homeschool today because I wanted to see if the US women's team could win their first match today after losing some heartbreakers. My only consolation is that 2 weeks from now, curling will fade back into obscurity and my addiction should return to dormancy. I only hope William won't be scarred for life by then.

In other news...I finished reading "The Mauritius Command", the fourth book in Patrick O'Brian's "Master and Commander" series, today. Good book. Good series. I'm also a huge fan of the Horatio Hornblower books. And books in general. I'm almost finished reading "The Hobbit" to William. We read the part today where Smaug flies out to attack Lake Town. Then I had to stop because the baby (did I mention that I'm nannying two days a week?) respectfully requested a bottle. While I was feeding her, William got out his legos and bristle blocks and made a big dragon and a small town and enacted what he thought the rest of the story would look like. He was uncannily accurate in his prediction. I'm kind of wishing I'd waited to read it to him, though. It makes me nervous when he talks about dragons and goblins and stuff around other people. Or maybe it's just my guilty conscience.

Now I'm guilty of corrupting my son on two counts! First fantasy and now curling.

Hibernation is sounding really appealing...

You know bears are pretty smart. Spring, summer, fall--the really enjoyable seasons of the year--they wander around pigging out and generally being bears. Then when winter comes--the harsh and stressfull season--they find a snug hole and go nappy nap. Since moving to Texas in September I've been pursuing legal action to stabilize my custody of William. I'm so tired now of the persistent stress. It's just one thing after another. God has intervened so many times already, so I really shouldn't worry; it seems kind of ungrateful. But I would dearly love to just be able to hibernate until it's all over. Which hopefully will be March 29th, unless that gets postponed for a third time. It's really hard to compose a light and airy blog post when my son's future and well-being are hanging in the balance...although I know they're not really. He'll be taken care of by his real Father. Still...a nice snug hole sounds really nice right about now.