Unwelcomed Guests

We've had two unwelcomed guests in the parsonage this week. Both arrived on Sunday. Hate when that happens.

Neither of them were invited, and truthfully...they should know better. Showing up all unannounced. How rude.

I have no choice but to address them...publicly...to let them know that they cannot do this again and to warn all others of their kind to please show better manners in the future.

To The Snow Flurries: Umm, how do I say this nicely? I loathe you when you come in October. Too soon. Come back in December...you can even stay through January, but if you could pack up and move out after that, I'd be ever so happy. Thank you kindly.

To Mr. Mouse: I will address you as one, because the thought of there being plural of you makes me want to...I don't know...barf, I guess. I understand it's getting chilly out, but you must find another place to live....OUTSIDE. I also understand that there is a plethora of food all over our floor...I do not care. You cannot live here. I feel it's my duty to give you fair warning that there is now poison lining the perimeter of our home, inside and out, as well as poison tasty treats. Don't say I didn't warn you.

My Sincerest Regards,

Sarah @ Life in the Parsonage

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Sometimes I Annoy Myself

*updated with fixed links...because blogger hates me*

Mondays...what a day.

It seems I spend most Mondays just catching up. Catching up on the cleaning, and the laundry and all kinds of miscellaneous stuff.

So I figure I'll "catch you up" on some stuff too...since it's Monday and all.

Remember this post? Well I mentioned the lunch account stuff...so I added money to their account that day through the online payschool thingy and then forgot about it...until Friday when I unloaded Eli's backpack and found another note that said my children were now $35 in the hole...somehow the money I added never got credited to their lunch account.

I sorta stewed about it all weekend, then went into the school first thing this morning to try to get it figured out. Turns out, no one knows what's going on for sure...and I think I've annoyed both of the school offices in our district with my phone calls.

Now that I've completely bored you with all those details, I may actually get to my point...which is: This circumstance is really, REALLY not that big of a deal. Which causes me to ask myself, "Dude, what is your deal?!?" (I still use the word dude...can't help myself)

Why, WHY is this bothering me so much? And then I gave myself a list:

• It makes me look like a bad mother who is neglecting her kids...and I'm NOT! I put the money in there!
• I picture my poor little boys being told they have no money to eat...and being offered a PB&J because their mom has....neglected them.
• It annoys me.

See a theme here? Me me me me me me me. *sigh* Pathetic. Completely pathetic...and sad...and disgusting :) Get my drift?

God used me today to teach myself a lesson...and it has to do with my ginormous need for the next Bible Study I'll be starting shortly.

In that same post I mentioned the need for Beth Moore DVDs...and if you go back and read through the comments, you'll find one from The Domestic Fringe offering to send me them. And guess what? SHE DID!!!

The Fringe girl and I...we're newer bloggy friends, and without hesitation, she offered those (expensive) DVDs to a fellow sister in Christ...and I did what I do...I cried.

I wanna be like her. Guess what the Beth Moore study is called? Living Beyond Yourself: Exploring the Fruit of the Spirit.

Guess who might need to start living beyond themselves? Guess who needs a little lot more of the Holy Spirits power in her life?

Yeah...that'd be me. And probably a few others too. Maybe. :)

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I Will Learn...

I have to tell you. Your comments yesterday cracked me up. Hearing about stuff you've done to injure yourself totally made me feel better ;)



You're the best. For real.



My lovely Chiropractor (whom I only visit when I am in a state of debilitation) cracked and twisted and aligned me again. She said by Monday I should feel fine, because youth is on my side.



I wish youth were a little more aware that they should me MORE on my side, because frankly, I still hurt.



My expectations may have been a little high...I wanted to feel completely better immediately. Doesn't work that way. Dang it.



I am, however, taking the maximum dosage of Ibuprofen that the human body can handle ;) Oh I kid...kinda.



The pain has slowed me down and I figured about a few things:

1. I'm a tad bit crabby when in pain.


2. I do not like being made by my body to sit and rest.


3. I've been complaining a lot about running lately...and after the past couple days, I realized that the ability to run is a gift. The ability to live life without pain is a gift. Time to change my thinking.


4. Back pain is not fun, and now everyone who has it has my complete and utter sympathy.


5. No more gymnastics for me. Ever again.

Makes me think of a little song I happen to love... :) Some people gotta learn the hard way...

Happy Saturday!

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I AM That Dumb...

I had one of those moments last night, where I temporarily lost my mind.

Eli was in the upstairs hallway trying to figure out how to do a backwards somersault. I kept giving him instructions as I passed him while putting away laundry...tuck your head, you need some momentum...on and on, because apparently my lack of any gymnastics, ever, completely qualifies me for giving instructions to a six year old.

The last time I passed him something came over me and I said the fateful words..."let me show you."

Yeah.

I AM that dumb.

It didn't even cross my mind that 1 - I haven't done a backwards somersault since I was like...I don't know, twelve?!? and 2 - I am old.

Lets just say I heard a crunch when my neck, back and shoulders hit the lovely gold carpet...but I did make it over! And then I sat in the hall for about 20 minutes trying to figure out how to actually stand back up.

Dumb dumb dumb!

Oh, it gets better...especially when you get to call your husband and tell him what you did :)

I left a message with the chiropractor, begging them to squeeze me in today...and now I'm praying they have mercy on me.

If not...hopefully my Dr. will and at least give me pain medicine?

Anyone ever done this? (messing up your back I mean, I'm assuming NONE of you are dumb enough to try a backwards somersault...but if you are, that would be even better ;)

Happy Friday Friends!!

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I Lay it Down...

If you could see me now...

• it would not be pretty.


• sitting at the computer, headphones in (trying to block out a 3 year old's incessant whining that is frankly driving me to drink....excessive amounts of coffee.)


• Making lists. Menu list, grocery list, things that need to be organized list, cleaning list, Bible Club to-do list, Bible Study to-do list, get my butt in gear list...on and on.


• sitting here with a complete lack of ideas on what to blog about.


• feeling a little inadequate in just about every area right now.


• hoping the Schwan's guy doesn't come while I'm sitting here because I don't have an order for him and that makes me feel bad...for some reason.


• listening to this song that just came on my MP3...how quickly I forget to do this...

Everything I am

Everything I long to be

I lay it down, at your feet

I lay it down, I lay it down, I lay it down...at your feet.

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Fun-Hater...

It is my new favorite word.  Fun-hater.

It's like a better version of Party-pooper.

It came up last week at our Ladies Bible Study.  We were on the Sexual Purity chapter in Seeking Him, discussing God's instructions on the whole issue (I know, you're wishing you'd been there for that one;)  A friend mentioned how His instructions are for our protection, He gave them to us out of His love for us, not because He is a fun-hater.

I *gasped*, not because I disagree, but because I'd NEVER heard that amazingly wonderful word before!  It's also around the time we collectively decided that our women's study needs t-shirts that say "We are not fun-haters" 

Anyways...the whole fun-hater thing has got me thinking.

Do people around me think I'm a fun-hater?  Depends upon the definition of fun I guess.  My definition is vastly different than many.

There are things I don't do that could make me considered a fun-hater...

The biggest:  I don't drink alcohol...ever.  Never been bar hopping, drunk, buzzed, hung-over...never had a drink to loosen up, or take my mind off something.  I don't even like the smell or taste of it.  I grew up around it...seen all the stages...from the casual one-drinker with dinner to the raging alcoholic...still can't find the fun in it.  

I think I've witnessed too many of the not-fun-things about it to ever think it was actually fun. 

Call me crazy.

I'm sure as my boys grow up, and turn into teenagers, and I begin the lovely task of setting and enforcing curfews, dating rules, driving privileges and all that good stuff I will really be considered a fun-hater.

I can deal ;)

Because really...its not about hating fun...it's about guarding their heart, mind, and life.  

It may seems crazy to some...but for me, it's what I often refer to as a hedge.  A hedge of protection...something put into place to guard.

One of my absolute favorite books (that I'm recommending all the time in real life) is called Hedges.  It's a book on protecting your marriage, but the principals in it carry over into life in general.  We do or don't do certain things in order to protect something or someone.  

For real...I'm not a fun-hater ;)

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Nothing Original...

Another meme...because I can.

This one I saw at Jodie's and Mama Belle's blogs.

Here goes.

If you could be invisible where would you go?

I'd hang out with my kids at school to see how they interact when I'm not around. Or I'd follow the current president around or I'd hang out at Heth's house to see if it's as much fun to be a part of their fam as I think it is :)

What was your favorite book growing up?

Are You There God, it's Me Margaret...and Where the Red Fern Grows.

Where is the worst place you've had to wait?

Four years ago I was newly preggo and very nauseous with Jake. I went to vote in the presidential election and I had to wait at the extremely hot community building in a long line with two little ones and people who did not smell so good. But dang it, MY VOTE COUNTED! :)

Name a food that nauseates you.

Bananas. *gag*

If you could read minds, whose would you want to read?

None. Just the thought of it frightens me beyond words.

What's the worst grade you've ever gotten?

On what? A Class, a paper, a test? No matter...that would be an F. We learn from failure, right?!?

If you could be an animal what would you be and why?

Odie. He's livin' the dream.

If you were a teacher what grade would you teach?

Do I have to? I love teaching Bible Club and my new Sunday School class of teenage girls...but lets face it, that's a total of 2 hours, 2 days a week. The thought of twenty some kids, 5 days a week, ALL day long...God Bless all the teachers!!!!!

How close to fist place have you ever gotten in a limbo contest?

Ummm...not close. I am not flexible. At all. I am not a limbo fan. Count me out.

Maybe I'll come up with an original thought for tomorrows post...maybe.

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