Good Times...

Yesterday was a first for me.

Remember these two girlies I mentioned previously?

It just so happens that during our Sunday School lesson on The Heart of Jesus, the topic of cute tights and where to get some, came up. I have no idea how this happens...but it does.

It may have been because this is what I wore to church last week, and that little hole is what happened BEFORE Sunday school even started. Did I mention they were new tights? So sad. I keep forgetting my boots have buckles on the back, and every time I cross my legs I snag my tights.

Lesson learned.

OK, back to my first story...the tights led to Target...because frankly, a lot of roads lead to Target. Both girls mentioned that they HAD NEVER BEEN TO TARGET...I know, I KNOW! So I said we'd have to go sometime...then sometime turned into next Sunday, and then next Sunday turned into yesterday :)

Oh we had fun. And it just so happened I had my camera. Because a girls first trip to Target needs documentation. For real.

Meet Rebecca (from Taiwan) and Kaya (from Denmark)

This is us at Starbucks in Target :)

Kaya in her fab new hat and sunglasses (there's matching scarf and mittens too:)

Rebecca stocking up on cute socks!

They were SO much fun and I'm so glad to have been a part of their first Target experience :)

And Target led to...the mall. Here I am with some ginormous sunglasses. I didn't buy those, but did get a cute outfit at Target that I may be too old for. That's what happens when you shop with 16 year olds. Maybe I'll share it with ya tomorrow...Until then, HAPPY MONDAY!

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Let's Pretend...

Let's pretend today that you're at my house, sitting at the table, chatting over some coffee.


And while we're at it, let's pretend that my whole house is actually clean, rather than just the illusion of the downstairs being clean because I have, in fact, just hauled everything upstairs, which means out of sight, out of mind...sorta.


And if you were here, and we were sharing our random thoughts, I would tell you this:

• I'm feeling like a bit of a trick-or-treating-fall-party scrooge. Halloween is not my favorite holiday (big surprise.) I do not enjoy coming up with costumes, hauling kids around door to door, etc. I'd rather just go to Wal-Mart, buy them a big bag of candy and call it good.


• I'm also not loving fall this year. I usually do...but this year, not so much. I want warmth back. I want long days of sunshine back. I want to not have to warm up my van in the mornings back. I want no coats, mittens, hats etc back.


• Time seems to be going so fast...


• If you were here, I probably wouldn't mention how blogger is doing weird things to the formatting today as I type this and I wonder what it's going to look like when I hit publish.


• I would tell you though, that God's been speaking some clear truths into my heart lately. And by speaking I mean pounding it into my head through every angle imaginable. The theme seems to be: Overcoming my flesh with the power of the Holy Spirit. I can't overcome my flesh with my flesh, only with His Spirit. This literally involves pretty much every area of my life.


• I also let my kids plow through their Halloween candy in a matter of days. I don't put it in a bowl and dish it out for months. Nope. They just eat and eat until it's gone, and then it's not sitting in the pantry calling my name all day every day for MONTHS! Plus, there is nowhere in this house that they can't sniff it out and find it anyways.


• Are you wondering if this makes them sick? It doesn't. They've built up a high tolerance :) Stomachs of steel. I think they inherited it from me. They may not look like me on the outside...but on the inside...all me...


• Someone gave Jake a kazoo...both Odie and myself are not very appreciative of that today.

Wow, I could go on and on...and now I've scared you all away from ever coming over for coffee. Dang it :)

Happy Friday from your scroogy halloween-trick-or-treating bloggy friend.

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The Mischief is Neverending

Dear Jake,

For the millionth time...crayons are for PAPER only.

Not the fridge, window, TV screen, ottoman, wall, doors, dryer door, washer door, kitchen floor, carpet or kitchen set.

And certainly crayons are NOT for your teeth...especially black. I know you think it's funny, and truthfully...it is amusing, but lets not make a habit of it, ok?

Your obedience in this matter would be much appreciated.

Am I clear?

Love,

Your Mommy

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There is No Title...

Big exciting stuff in the parsonage today.

I made fruit smoothies for breakfast for the 2nd day in a row...yummy and nutritious all at the same time. It's genius really...and I did not think it up.

As I look at this picture I'm thinking, "Sheeesh Sarah, the least you could do is take a picture of it in the glass and make it look all pretty, the blender, seriously?!?"

But at the time, it seemed like a good idea.

Anyways, the news you've all been anxiously awaiting since yesterday: The mouse is dead.

Can I get a WOO HOO!!!

It appeared dead in between smoothies and getting dressed. Eli found it between the wall and the fridge.

Praise God there were still boys in my house because they pulled together a little teamwork and swept it up into the dust pan and into the garbage in the garage.

I took a picture. Yes I did. And then as I viewed in on my camera and felt bad for killing the little mouse...and then promptly reminded myself that

1. I had given him fair warning yesterday and
2. they are filthy creatures that do not belong in our home...it is for the safety and protection of my family. *wink*
3. Justified.

I will spare you the picture.

You are welcome. *grin*

And lastly, it is supposed to be SIXTY degrees here tomorrow. 60. 60!

Good bye snow flurries. Amen.

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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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