U2

Here are some random

pictures from the U2 concert that I have FINALLY had a chance to post. The concert was excellent and seeing it from the floor was a great experience. Isaac has been to many concerts, but I'm hoping he will remember this one forever. I know I will!

Summer pics

Vote for Grandma Dot!!!

This is a letter that my mom's cousin, Diana, wrote because she is a genius!!! If I was a better writer I would sound like this too!!! Please vote for my Grandma Dot! She deserves to be a winner :)

Hey Friends and Family!

Please go to http://www.girlsofwrigley.com/register and vote for my crazy aunt. Most of the girls there are all young cub fans, but who should really win except a crusty, die-hard, fan who still whoops and hollers with the best of them at 84 years old. While she can’t get to the games like she used to, every year she makes it to at least one game, even if it means hobbling in a bad ankle. She never misses a game on TV unless it’s not on MLB or regular TV and then she’s just beside herself wanting to know the score.

During baseball season or pre-season and most of the time in between, you can’t have a conversation with her that doesn’t revolve around the Cubs. Whether it’s the trading of DeRosa, the antics of Zambrano or her weakness in their pitching staff, she’s up on everything and always has been. She personifies what I’m sure some of these younger “girls of Wrigley” MIGHT become, the fan that’s been going to Cubs games for 76 years! The fan that is certainly ready to criticize, and may often feel like giving up, but who in the end loves the Cubbies passionately no matter what.

Please, vote for her at http://www.girlsofwrigley.com/register. She is “cubbielove” - the cute, old broad with the Cub’s tattoo on her cheek! I don’t begrudge the young women for the fact that they are true fans, but let’s honor the generation that’s been truly standing by the Cubbies for a long time. The one’s that showed me and those younger girls how to be the Cubs fans that they are.

You can vote 10 votes a day! You need to register or click the Facebook link (if you have facebook).

Thanks!

Diana

Winds of Change

While the hubby and children are still dreaming of sugar plums I shall quickly blog just in case that one person who reads it is getting tired typing in the supersoares url only to find the same copied Momicillin blog day after day.... SOOoooooo Take it away Johnny!!!

1.) Yet another childcare relationship has ended (or so I hope) due to incompetent parents. This makes the score 3 failures to 2 successful childcare situations. Hmmmm..... All I can say is thank God for Michelle and Mateo... 2 delightful children with wonderful parents.

2.) Mike is home for the summer. We both wanted him to find a summer job but he couldn't. I think he will try harder to find one next summer.

3.) Isaac used his "high honor roll" money to purchase an electric guitar. I was quiet about this and held my "he better not wake the sleeping toddlers or I smash that guitar into an oblivion" attitude to myself. Instead I told him that he better be playing for a band that is in the top 40 by the time he is 25.

4.) Alexander is almost out of Pull-Ups completely... HALLELUJAH!!! Here is the lesson that I learned from my highly introspective friend (Molly :) The more you give up the sooner they take another step in the right direction. Kind of a redemptive lesson, don't you think? The more you give it to God, the more likely he is to move in one direction or another. That Molly, so spiritually in tune!

5.) Abbie Cadabby is quiet around others and the life of the party when I am making dinner. She has started to act shy even around the best of friends. Was she switched at birth? Her very keen dancing ability tells me not. As for the dinner thing... she INSISTS on being on my hip while I make dinner. We bought her a kitchen hoping that she would pretend to make her own dinner so I could cook in peace but once again our 19 month old one ups us by bringing me about 30 cups of invisible coffee just to get under my feet while cooking dinner. Personally I think we just need to eat out more.. That would solve this conundrum.

6.) As for me.... I still have the desire to instruct Jazzercise. I look good and feel great. When I am jazzercising I am envisioning the things that I will say and do while teaching a class and I get excited... Maybe in my next life. I have a newsletter deadline that is a month away so my fingers will be working overtime for the next 30 days.

That is all I have to offer, but I hope that you and yours are doing well and God's peace is ruling your heart.

Say it Sista!

The Following is from Momicillin.com and I could never write this well but I think it is definitely worthy of sharing:

An Open Letter to Our Bath Toys
My worthy adversaries,
It is with a heavy heart that I surrender to you. Ours has been a war hard-fought, but I am weary. Your campaign for freedom against the confines of your containers has been admirable, and I realize that my efforts to constantly corral and clean you are in vain.
I realize that I am, in part, to blame. To expect that you would stay organized, satisfied to sit unused 23 hours a day, was—to say the least— unrealistic. But one needs some sense of order, and for far too long I have lived under the delusion that I can keep you in line. That dream is shattered and I stand before you a broken woman.
I have to admit that one of the harshest blows was when you turned my own children against me. You were able to cunningly convince them to spread you out not only in the tub, where you were sure to trip us every chance you had, but throughout the entire house. That strategy allowed you to engage allies and increase your ranks; the day I found my whisk and strainer in the tub I knew we were outnumbered.
The crowning moment, however, when I knew all was lost, was the moment I realized you were evolving—no longer content to be mere plastic and mesh. The bleach-resistant slime that now coats your bodies seems to have become a permanent part of you biological make-up. I cannot challenge the very forces of nature that seem to be aiding your cause.
Perhaps we shall meet again someday on the battlefield. Until then, I salute you.
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30 Days to Live

Our church is doing a series titled "30 Days to Live" as a way to encourage us to live our days as though they are our last because there is no promise of tomorrow. As I listened to Roger last Sunday, I thought a lot about the people in my life that I have had to let go of and felt satisfied that I had the chance to discuss faith and my love for them before they passed away. I also thought about people that I would like to send a card or make a phone call to just to let them know that I love them and ask them about their faith. I thought of my grandma and how I love that I have a relationship with her where I call her (sort of) regularly and we chat about church, the kids and her Norwegian group. I thought about my Uncle Jerry who I have been meaning to get a card to as his physical health seemed to fluctuate in recent months. I also thought about my desires in life how I would feel about them if I was only given 30 days to live.

This morning as Kyle preached about seeking the eternal, I was inwardly focused on a desire of mine and was in the process of allowing God to take the desire away if it is not part His eternal plan for me. I remained inwardly focused on the way home because I was irritated with Mike about some events that happened as we were trying to get ready for church. The voice mail message from my father broke my selfish focus in a flash. I could tell by the tone of his voice that something was wrong and I had a pretty good idea of what.

I returned his phone call and he explained that my Uncle Jerry died this morning. My first reaction was "it's too soon." I hadn't gotten that card out to him yet. My second reaction was "I'm so sorry," for his wife's pain, my father's pain, and my family's pain. Finally, "what can I do?" But all I can think of through out today is what I wish I had already done. I wish I had written that card months ago. A simple card to let him know that I am thinking of him, praying for him and love him. I understand that my grief is fresh and this is what people do, however I'm so conflicted. Was God nudging me last Sunday? Has God been nudging me for a long time and I have been putting him off? Below is what I would have written in a card to my Uncle if he were still here and given the promise of tomorrow:

Dear Uncle Jerry,

I just wanted to take today to thank you for all the ways you have blessed me. I remember one time when I was little I made you a special Christmas present that said "World's Funniest Uncle." I want you to know that you are so much more. You are someone who I am thrilled my children have gotten to know as a optimistic and generous. You took your second chance at life to encourage others who have shared your pain and comforted loved ones of those who lost the same battle you have fought. I admire your strength, values, and genuine character. I also admire the way your poured your talent of teaching into young lives at the community college.
My all time favorite memory of you was a Christmas Day from years ago. As we were taking up a collection to give to charity, you spoke with passion about your struggle with PPH and the Doctor that was making strides in medicine to help save lives. I clearly remember your words, "there are two things that give life; God and man." I would argue that God is the giver and sustainer of life (through using people) and I voted with you on that offering because I believed that your passion was genuine and so was the doctor who helped you through all your struggles with PPH. Today I want you to know that God is the Giver of Life and through Jesus you can gain life eternal. I pray that where you seek God you will find Him. I know He loves you so much and is using you whether you know it or not as he was using you on that Christmas Day. Please know that our children have been richly blessed through knowing you and I pray for peace in your heart.
Love, Carrie

I truly regret choosing to do anything else than write this card. If there is someone you know that would be blessed by a few words from you, please take the time to do it now. There is no guarantee of tomorrow.

The Big Night-play by play

So early last week Mike says, "Hey, let's get a sitter and go out on Saturday night."

I say, "Sounds like a plan, what do you want to do?"

He says, "I'll take care of it."

I say, "you're not going to tell me anything?" He says, "no.

Well, Saturday night rolls around and I am having an impossible time finding a sitter. I was also exhausted from staying up really late the night before and working really early that morning. I suggested rescheduling our date for another time but he seems disappointed by that so I make a few more phone calls and scored an awesome sitter. I begin to ask Mike lots of questions about our night because I want to be dressed appropriately in case he is taking me someplace really nice. He says we are going to eat at the mall. Mike HATES the mall so now I am totally stumped. All he will tell me about our date is that he saw something in the paper that looked interesting, he researched it and it turns out that it could be very cool or a total flop. My curiosity was KILLING me. After a nice combination dinner of Panda Express and Great Steak and Potato, he leads me to the picture taking booth to have our picture taken. I must say I haven't done that since high school and those booths have shrunk since then.

We hop back in the car and head toward Ewing Manor which gets me really excited because I love going there for Illinois Shakespeare Festival but have yet to go inside the actual building. You can imagine my total surprise as he turns into the Unitarian Universalist Church. The WHAT? This is creepy I tell him. He agrees and reminds me that it could be a total flop or it could be really cool. As we enter the building it looks (and smells) like any other old church. We made our way to a very uncomfortable pew and I begin to study the stained glass windows to determine whether or not I could fit through them if we are presented with the creepy Kool-Aid. Satisfied with my escape plan, I begin to relax.

We were there to see Jim Scott (who?), a guitarist who has shared the stage with the bassist who plays for Peter Gabriel. For those of you who don't know, Mike is the biggest (and possibly only) Peter Gabriel fan that survived the '80's. Well, I can always appreciate good music, but this date gets crazier. Curious about the Unitarian Universalist (UUA) church I start thumbing through the Hymn book. If you ever have the privilege of looking through the UUA hymnal, you will see "hits" entitled "Sometimes I feel like a motherless child," "The Pen is Greater," "Joyful is the Dark," and the ever popular hit "Nobody Knows the Trouble I've Seen," among more traditional hymns like "Amazing Grace," and "O come Emmanuel."

Well I must say that while Mr. Scott's guitar playing was delightful, his songs were sort of "out there." With an emphasis on preserving our environment and protecting the Earth, he wrote his first song with pauses for us all to take a deep breath together. I glanced at Mike. He winked at me. Mr. Scott's second song included sign language about the circle of friends. The funniest part about the song was that EVERYONE was totally into it. I saw adults ages 21 to 81 circling their hands above their heads proudly. I actually tried to take a picture of it on Mike's cell phone but it didn't turn out. As Mr. Scott began a 10 minute introduction to his next song, Mike says, "wait 30 seconds and meet me outside." I smile at the people behind me and make my way outside but Mike is nowhere to be seen. Then I heard the screeching of the tires and see Mike waving frantically at me through the sun roof. Then he starts waving his hands around his head like everyone did for "Circle of Friends" and as I hop into the car I can't remember a time when I laughed that hard. We headed to Entourage to detox (or tox depending on how you look at it) and were home by 8:30. It was a great night.

If you want to see what I mean, you can check out Jim Scott's website at your own risk!

jimscottmusic.com