Friday, July 09, 2010

7 Quick Takes Friday (Vol. 2)


I learned that Gramma (Kevin's mom) is a very health conscious person.  All week we ate the most heathful and nutritious foods I've ever had!  Here is a sample menu:

Breakfast:   Crispy bacon, eggs fried in bacon grease with English muffins literally dripping with butter.
Lunch: Grilled (charred, more like) hot dogs in oversized rolls with cheese and bacon, potato salad and chips.
Dinner: Bbq ribs, baked beans, coleslaw, biscuits
Dessert: Homemade vanilla ice cream sundaes.

Wait! That's not healthly?  Well, she could do very well in a diner in the South!


I just about peed my pants listening to Gramma talk about the NBA.  She started off listing the reasons why she doesn't like it:  Squeaky shoes, only the last five minutes matter, so the game should only be 5 minutes long.  Yes, yes, agreed.  Then she went completely off the rails.  " I don't like those long shorts," she says.  "I didn't mind it so much when they wore those little shorts.  At least I could look at their legs and cute little tushies."


I had the craziest dreams last  night, almost pregnancy-type dreams (no, I'm not).  First, I dreamed that I was at the zoo and they had a huge tiger roaming freely as part of the exhibit.  The tiger sat on me and instead of moving the tiger, they gave me multiple shots of anti-anxiety drugs.  Then, I dreamed there was a tornado and one of my good friends who lives down the block wouldn't help me corral my children to safety (of course she'd help me in real life).  I was very mad at her for not helping me-"Again", I said in my dream. So as we tried to get to safety, a tornado came and started flipping Emma and Andy, who were bungy-corded into a toddler bed, into the air.  With the younger two, I was running in slow-motion, yelling, "Mary help me!" over and over again.  Then I dreamed I was getting arrested for a crime I didn't commit and Kevin wanted to know if the police were going to cover the cost of the pizza they were going to have to eat for dinner since I was going to jail.


I got to fill in on Papa's (Kevin's dad) church league softball team during vacation because they didn't have enough women.  I was so nervous about it because I haven't swung a bat since before I got married 12 years ago.  I was standing in the outfield taking deep breaths trying to calm down as I watched the comedy of errors happening on the infield.  Let's just say this team is not "in it to win it".  So I settled down.  I made a couple of my own errors and got thrown out at 1st my first time to bat.  But my second time, I beat out the throw at 1st and then turned the next batter's base hit into a double!  Ha! Ha!  The 3rd base coach started calling me "Speed Demon" and someone from the other team made a comment on how fast I was.  I thought they were all teasing me, but Kevin said I really was fast and they really were trying to get me out!  I'm so proud of myself.  I felt really good running.  I haven't run in a very long time.  I owe it all to P90X.


Thanks to @momn3boys on Twitter and author of Musings of a Catholic Mom blog, I learned of a new and potentially awesome thing called geocaching. "Geocaching is a high-tech treasure hunting game played throughout the world by adventure seekers equipped with GPS devices," according to where I registered.  I got the introductory app for my phone and the kids and I are going to set off on our first treasure hunt later this afternoon (if it stops raining). I'll let you know how it goes!


I experienced a little of what it might have been like for the writers of the Bible (very, very little, I'm sure).  I sat down yesterday to write this blog and the next thing I knew I had written something completely different than what I started out writing and made myself cry.  Perhaps, like them, I was filled with the Holy Spirit.


I wrote a lot of Tweets and Facebook status updates yesterday about alcohol.  I didn't even realize it until one of my friends summarized my updates in a comment.  I had to laugh, because even though I did write a lot about enjoying a drink, I didn't have even one.  In fact, the hard lemonade I bought is still sitting on the counter, unrefrigerated.  It's not entirely inconceivable that the idea of enjoying an adult beverage is just as refreshing, relaxing, or whatever I want it to be at the time, if not better, than actually imbibing in said adult beverage.  I know.  I'm a strange bird.

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  1. i laughed out loud reading your 2nd take.

  2. I think Gramma's got it right about the NBA!
    Way to go, Speed Demon!


"Let your speech always be with grace, as though seasoned with salt, so that you will know how you should respond to each person." ~Colossians 4:6 (NASB)