Life and Super Tuesday

I love my kids, but it’s time for them to move from the top. Run along children.

My mind keeps wondering these days.  So many people are dealing with intense stuff right now that it just seems insensitive to post a normal “me” (silly & shallow) post.  Also, the next post I was going to put up here was a complainy old thing about my kids always being sick. With Savannah’s death, and baby Brennan in the hospital it seemed pretty obnoxious.  Thank you God for my snotty-nosed kids!  I will try not to complain again as I wipe their boogers and smear cream on their chapped cheeks.  God has a way of showing us the larger picture doesn’t he?  At least he causes me to realize that I’m not the only person on the planet, even if I live like I am.  Life is such a journey.


Life also includes American politics. Last at the supper table Gene and I were arguing about today.   He says McCain has the r nomination wrapped up.  I say Romney is going to surprise us all and crush McCain. Ok not crush, but win.  I was so sure about this I tried and tried to get him to bet me, but he didn’t do it. (He’s more godly than me) We both say “Huckabee you’re a nice guy and all, but it’s time to move on.”

And as far as the democrats go, I still stand by the persuasion that Hillary has the nomination.  I think Gene actually kind of agrees with me on this, but I really hope I’m wrong.  Except sometimes I find myself wanting her to be ahead in the polls, just so I can be right. How pathetic is that?

Wondering…Are there any other dorky, menno moms who like to follow politics?

Also, how wise is it to post this when in a few short hours I’ll be proven wrong… or right?!


Thoughts when I was out and about…

  Yesterday Gene came home from work early.  I was so happy, and not one to shirk opportunity, immediately planned a quick shopping trip.  Yea!  Shopping with out screeching, and jabbering, and spilled sippy cups and soiled diapers. A VCST (very cool shopping trip)

   I needed to get curtains since we have lived here two years now and still have naked windows. The reason my widows are  naked is because (and this is where I am desperately wondering if I’m normal, delusional, or suffering some psychological disorder) EVERYTIME I go to buy curtains.  I get a MAJOR GUILT COMPLEX. 

  Like, there are starving babies in Africa who  I could buy 1500 bowls of rice to fill their hungry bellies with warm nourishment.  But I will plunk my money on the counter to adorne my windows.  Cosmetic purposes only.  Window treatments are not a necesity you know.  It is possible to do with out.  So for two years I just never bought any.  Now, I have money specifically put aside for these windows. (Gene thought it was time to put some clothing on them, and gave me money for my birthday)

  So yesterday I finally bought curtains, despite the “starving baby syndrome” as I affectionately call it.  My question to you is:  Do any of you suffer from this thing?  Please tell me to get over it already.  Or tell me that you feel it too sometime.  I also have symptoms when I buy clothes for myself.  Like why do I need another sweater if there are shivering cold babys in Tibet with icicles hanging on their nose? I could buy two blankets with the same money. 

  The thing is I don’t feel a twinge of guilt when I buy clothes for my kids or Gene.  It’s only when I buy clothes for myself.  How messed up is that?  So I can buy Elena a new dress that she dosent really need, and not feel guilty, but I can’t buy myself a pair of socks that I need because they all ran away from me like socks frequently do, but I feel like trash because of the sockless people on the streets.  Help me guys!  What is my problem?  Don’t tell me it’s the godly gift of mercy because Gene will laugh his socks off.  It’s not my gift. Trust me on this one.  AND whatever you do don’t tell me to save money by making my own curtains or knitting my own socks because it aint gonna happen and you may just get beheaded.

  So that was my deep thinking as I was buying curtains. 

And before I go and decide what to make for supper, here are some pictures.  The title is: 

                  When Andrea Decides to Be Cheap and Take Her Own Christmas Card Pictures 
                                               thoughts of a non-photographer

Brand & Elena -1

Elena nozzle him just a little. Brandt look here, look here! Brandt! LOOK!


Brand & Elena -2
“No, it’s Ok Brandt, mommy wasnt yelling at you because you were
bad. Elena, stop with the kissing already!”


Brand & Elena-4
Elena, try not to be so Bucky Beaver. Brandt, thumb out please..


Brand & Elena-3
Brandt!! Thumb! Thumb! Elena!!  Camera!


Brand & Elena-6

 Hey who let the cat in?  This is unacceptable, could you guys at least
try to get on the backdrop?


Brand & Elena7
Great!  We are on the backdrop! No cat in sight! Quickly now smile at the camera……

Yup that’s how it goes at my house!