Archives for October 2005

Coming home from church yesterday, Beanie sang from the backseat, “Hoe wee, hoe wee, hoe wee…we cwy, we cwy…hoe wee, hoe wee hoe wee…”

in my dining room.

I am cowering in the office having just consumed my second dose of Tylenol and some chicken soup. You know when you wish you could just remove a teensy bit of your skull and then everything would be great, fantasgic, whatever?

Paul and I are going away tonight.

I just want to give that lovely line some space.
We haven’t been away in a really long time, a really really long time. We are attending a worship retreat, that starts at dinner tonight, spending the night at the hotel, continuing the retreat until 1 tomorrow then bumming around together for the afternoon before going to Care Group tomorrow night. It isn’t a romantic get away per se, but why not?

I need to make a bed for my mother-in-law, put away about 1,ooo,ooo,ooo loads of laundry, pack, take meals out of the freezer and spruce things up a bit, rent a video for Movie Night, pick out clothing for Beanie for tomorrow, then go sit on my bag in the driveway to await Paul.

I will make it and be sweet to my kids. The house might have to lump it. And it was so clean just last night.

Entropy.

Come in Mark Maier.

I couldn’t understand your numbers on my machine. I tried to comment on your webpage weeks ago, but the comment waited for moderation. I commented again tonight and again it is awaiting moderation. Moderate me.

We want to see you.

if I was paid to:

• turn off the TV and shut the cupboard door.
• drag barstools away from the fridge, pantry, medicine cabinet, sink, stove and game closet back to the island or counter.
• stub the smallest three toes of my right foot.
• have my foot stepped on by a small but extraordinarily heavy landing foot.
• make “Sin knee mon and sugar toast.”
• read – we’d be billionaires.
• talk to small children pretending to be animals, medical professionals and super heroes.
• pull the comforter back from Paul’s side where he hoards it nightly.
• have insomnia – zillionaires.
• kiss my kids and stroke their hair – well, I guess there isn’t enough money in the world to keep up with my output.

…obsessive compulsive cleaner with an especial penchant for laundry. If you like organizing things then I have the place for you! Call, write or show up today!!!

Please.