So, I burned the popcorn a little. It was just the very center of the bottom of the pan, but still, it didn’t smell good! I thought, “Hmmm... that’s strange,” and started making the second batch (big family, you know). I was also making a huge pot of chicken, barley, cabbage soup, and this demanded some attention. So much, that... well, I kinda’ forgot that I was also making popcorn. Until the acrid black smoke started pouring out from under the popcorn pan lid! Mom hurried the pan outside onto the deck and we waited until it stopped smoking as badly, in the meantime, opening all the windows and doors we could. Talk about a headache! My head was pounding; popcorn stinks when you burn it! The popcorn was BLACK. Sooo, I started all over again after scraping as much of the black burned-popcorn-residue off the bottom of the pan. This time, the center of the bottom of the pan burned again! More burning popcorn smell. Finally, Dad figured out it was burning right there because the bottom of the pan was warped, so I needed to use more oil so the entire bottom of the pan would be covered.
I felt really dumb about that because I’ve made huge amounts of popcorn many, many times before... and it’s been fine! (Of course, at those other times, I was using the right pot... the one that was full of chicken soup that night.) So, I felt like a klutz. A popcorn failure. This was like one of those books I dislike where the girl is clumsy about all sorts of homey things (you know, always burns the food when she tries to cook, always breaks dishes, always messes something up...) I want to be an awesome mommy... great start, right?
That’s how I was feeling until the Holy Spirit shook me and said, “Hey... quit with the pity party.” And then I remember that someone I know had failed an important test just that morning. His was important to his college studies, which was ultimately important to his role as a man. My failure was also to my home studies, which was ultimately important to my role as a woman. His response: a little discouraged, but “God’s still in control. It’s not the end of the world.” My response? Uh, well... pouting, huffing, being unhappy with myself for failing, listening to all sorts of dumb lies that I was a failure and wasn’t going to be a good homemaker...
So it really comes down to faith in God! “God’s still in control. It’s not the end of the world” Really, just a few things will matter when it is actually the end of the world! And burnt popcorn isn’t one of them.
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
Thursday, February 18, 2010
A Glorious Walk
Hi again! We went on a walk today, and I’m here to tell you it was glorious out!!!!! Let me repeat that: it was wonderful out, folks!!!! The wind was blowing through the trees, and it was both sunny and cool. We walked down to the playground and the little kids climbed all over, while Dad and Paul played Frisbee! I was feeling rather ill so I just laid in the grass and played with a little black and orange fuzzy caterpillar I had found and named Esau Haggalina (Esau was hairy, remember?). I let Elizabeth play with it too, but she didn’t like the tickly feeling and threw him across the lawn. I think it was a hard day for him. Anyway, here are some pictures. Didn’t you know that wearing a caterpillar on your nose is the latest fashion????
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
Great Reading!
Let’s see how many lists I can make it onto by writing this post...
So, I just finished reading “Mathematics: Is God Silent?” by James Nickel. Now, since I’m studying the Renaissance, I’m reading “The Prince” by Nicolo Machiavelli, and the Uncle Eric book, “The Thousand Year War in the Mideast: how it affects you today” by Richard Maybury. I got some pretty controversial ideas from reading his book, “Ancient Rome: how it affects you today”, so this ought to be quite interesting!
For those of you who have read these books, you’ll understand the state these two books can put one’s mind in... especially when you’re reading them at the same time!
Anyway, it’s quite fascinating... I’ll probably have more to say later! Actually, I’m sure I will. : )
So, I just finished reading “Mathematics: Is God Silent?” by James Nickel. Now, since I’m studying the Renaissance, I’m reading “The Prince” by Nicolo Machiavelli, and the Uncle Eric book, “The Thousand Year War in the Mideast: how it affects you today” by Richard Maybury. I got some pretty controversial ideas from reading his book, “Ancient Rome: how it affects you today”, so this ought to be quite interesting!
For those of you who have read these books, you’ll understand the state these two books can put one’s mind in... especially when you’re reading them at the same time!
Anyway, it’s quite fascinating... I’ll probably have more to say later! Actually, I’m sure I will. : )
7 Dead Mice and a Purple Dress
Okay, this is Kate.
Have you ever eaten a mouse for dinner? You haven’t? Lucky. I haven’t either. Over the past 3 days we have caught 7 mice in our 4 traps. Dad and Paul get to dispose of them. It is so gross. This is not a food source or a hobby... it’s just a fact of living in a rainy country. Since it has rained a lot for a while the mice have been seeking shelter. Our garage door is hung crooked so they get in at the corners. Mom wants to put steel wool in the holes since mice hate this.
When Aimee and I went to the mail this morning there was a package for me. The dress I ordered with my Christmas money from Grandma had arrived. Guess what I did?
First I screamed...then I ran up to the house with it under my arm. I tried it on and it fits perfectly. Truly... like it was made for me... because it was. I am very happy about this and I told Dad on the phone that I want another one for my birthday. : ) Merry Christmas in February! And don’t forget a Happy New Year! : )
Have you ever eaten a mouse for dinner? You haven’t? Lucky. I haven’t either. Over the past 3 days we have caught 7 mice in our 4 traps. Dad and Paul get to dispose of them. It is so gross. This is not a food source or a hobby... it’s just a fact of living in a rainy country. Since it has rained a lot for a while the mice have been seeking shelter. Our garage door is hung crooked so they get in at the corners. Mom wants to put steel wool in the holes since mice hate this.
When Aimee and I went to the mail this morning there was a package for me. The dress I ordered with my Christmas money from Grandma had arrived. Guess what I did?
First I screamed...then I ran up to the house with it under my arm. I tried it on and it fits perfectly. Truly... like it was made for me... because it was. I am very happy about this and I told Dad on the phone that I want another one for my birthday. : ) Merry Christmas in February! And don’t forget a Happy New Year! : )
Another Confused Rambling
Ok, sorry it’s been so long.
Here’s a synopsis of all the crazy things that have happened at our house lately.
Ok, so when your parents leave the house to go to a Valentine’s party for the second time that week what do you do? You dress up Civil War, of course!
Paul dressed up as a Southern soldier and I had a great time making him look bruised and dirty..... ooh, that sounds bad....!!! I put brown eye shadow all over on side of his face (to make it look like he had fallen in the mud while fighting) drew on a brown eyeliner mustache, and gave him red marker wounds!
Don’t let any of your little siblings read this; it might not make you too popular with mom when they color on themselves. I have been trying to convince Kate that she looks pretty with her hair done up; I’m sure after looking at these pictures you’ll all agree!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And if any of you are wondering why Paul is taller then me, it’s ‘cause he is standing on some books. It kind of made his head look too small, though.
Today we walked around the lake to get some exercise. And, being moist out and because it had just rained, there were lots of lizards out. The only problem was at least 16 of them were smashed on the road! I won’t even go into all the gruesome details about guts and stuff ‘cause it was gross. Pearl took a picture of every smashed lizard we found. Future accident reporter?
One of our school things today was really fun; Mom and Perry wrote the beginnings of stories, and we passed them around and finished them. Some of them, as you shall see if you go read them, are really, really funny. Mom’s face hurt after she was done reading them!
Here’s a synopsis of all the crazy things that have happened at our house lately.
Ok, so when your parents leave the house to go to a Valentine’s party for the second time that week what do you do? You dress up Civil War, of course!
Paul dressed up as a Southern soldier and I had a great time making him look bruised and dirty..... ooh, that sounds bad....!!! I put brown eye shadow all over on side of his face (to make it look like he had fallen in the mud while fighting) drew on a brown eyeliner mustache, and gave him red marker wounds!
Don’t let any of your little siblings read this; it might not make you too popular with mom when they color on themselves. I have been trying to convince Kate that she looks pretty with her hair done up; I’m sure after looking at these pictures you’ll all agree!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And if any of you are wondering why Paul is taller then me, it’s ‘cause he is standing on some books. It kind of made his head look too small, though.
Today we walked around the lake to get some exercise. And, being moist out and because it had just rained, there were lots of lizards out. The only problem was at least 16 of them were smashed on the road! I won’t even go into all the gruesome details about guts and stuff ‘cause it was gross. Pearl took a picture of every smashed lizard we found. Future accident reporter?
One of our school things today was really fun; Mom and Perry wrote the beginnings of stories, and we passed them around and finished them. Some of them, as you shall see if you go read them, are really, really funny. Mom’s face hurt after she was done reading them!
Monday, February 8, 2010
Saturday, February 6, 2010
8.5 Laps around the Table
What does a one-year-old do when her family is taking longer to eat dinner than she does? Hint: it’s very cute, my one-year-old sister has made it a ritual, and it’s something that perhaps other people should take up.
Tonight, Elizabeth finished her dinner before we all did and Mom set her on the floor. She pulled up on Mom’s chair at one end of the table, cruised around the back of it, reached for Pearl’s chair, cruised along the backs of the three chairs down one side of our table, and giggled crazily when she came around Dad’s end of the table. She quickly worked her way behind Dad’s chair, reached for my chair, I counted, “One lap,” she cruised at high, excited speed along the four chairs on my side of the table, coming back to Mom’s chair, and without a pause, she started her second lap.
This is something that she does whenever she has a chance. She did it during school time one day, which, needless to say, did not facilitate much mathematics! She sings as she goes, making up her own tunes, words, and little screams of excitement when somebody interrupts with a “peek-a-boo!” She has a good voice for a one-year-old!
Why should other people consider taking up this end-of-the-meal habit? Well, let’s look at it scientifically: if she eats a hearty meal (which she always does unless it’s carrots) she might get chubby. Well, okay, she already is. Quite. But she might get chubby-ER! She then gets down and does, say, 8.5 laps around a table that seats 10; that’s pretty good exercise (when your legs are so short, anyway!). Not a bad idea... huh?
Tonight, Elizabeth finished her dinner before we all did and Mom set her on the floor. She pulled up on Mom’s chair at one end of the table, cruised around the back of it, reached for Pearl’s chair, cruised along the backs of the three chairs down one side of our table, and giggled crazily when she came around Dad’s end of the table. She quickly worked her way behind Dad’s chair, reached for my chair, I counted, “One lap,” she cruised at high, excited speed along the four chairs on my side of the table, coming back to Mom’s chair, and without a pause, she started her second lap.
This is something that she does whenever she has a chance. She did it during school time one day, which, needless to say, did not facilitate much mathematics! She sings as she goes, making up her own tunes, words, and little screams of excitement when somebody interrupts with a “peek-a-boo!” She has a good voice for a one-year-old!
Why should other people consider taking up this end-of-the-meal habit? Well, let’s look at it scientifically: if she eats a hearty meal (which she always does unless it’s carrots) she might get chubby. Well, okay, she already is. Quite. But she might get chubby-ER! She then gets down and does, say, 8.5 laps around a table that seats 10; that’s pretty good exercise (when your legs are so short, anyway!). Not a bad idea... huh?
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