Believe

I believe in guardian angels.  And I believe that Mr. Rellim just ground one up in the garbage disposal tonight.  I'm not even sure why he turned it on while he was feeling around for a small pork chop bone.  I do know that I haven't seen him move that quickly for a while.

I'll try not to think about it anymore.

Apologies

This afternoon during forced family togetherness, everyone signed cards and helped me stuff Christmas envelopes.  In passive-agressive protest, many of the letters have five folds or more.  So sorry.  I hope the post office sends them through.

Casualty, Pew Four

Our pastor asked us to consider which war in the entire history of the world has produced the most casualties.  I don't remember the answer.  I do know that Mr. Rellim leaned over to Rachel and whispered, "Zombie War?"  Rachel's reaction was intense and unexpected, and we later learned she thought he said, "Stop being a whore."

Of course she did.  We often speak to each other like that.  Especially during the sermon at church.

Saliva

Quinn asked me to report that the double bacon six cheese pizza caused him to salivate so much that he actually choked on it a little bit.  You can order one from Papa John's too.

Reason #37 for Wearing Eyeglasses

I've been drinking decaffeinated coffee all week.

I apparently purchased the coffee at the grocery store without wearing my glasses and have been preparing the coffee in the mornings without wearing my glasses.

Stupid decaff coffee.

Family Sing

At dinner tonight, I shared my favorite Christmas Song and began to sing, "Ring Christmas, Bells Merrily Ring, Tell All the World Jesus is King!"  Rachel started singing the harmony, "Merry, merry, merry, merry Christmas!  Merry, merry, merry, merry Christmas!"  Mr. Rellim (with a bit of spaghetti sauce on his cheek) bellowed the bass line, "DING!  DONG!  DING!  DONG!"  It was a different key than expected and we all started laughing. 

"What?!" asked Mr. Rellim, "Don't you like my 'DING!  DONG!'?"

Life is what happens at the dinner table.

Again?!

I didn't anticipate a loss for Romney.  I've been feeling blue all day.  Got my daily email from the Family Research Council and began to cheer up a bit.  Here is an excerpt:

"Until then, our mission is as critical as ever. It's time to get up, dust ourselves off, and trust in God's ability to work in dire situations. "Put not your trust in princes, in a son of man, in whom there is no salvation," writes the Psalmist, "When his breath departs he returns to earth; on that very day his plans perish. Blessed is he whose help is the God of Jacob, whose hope is in the Lord ..." (146:3-5). We do not serve victory; we serve God. And to Him, in these anxious times, we turn."

Anxious times, indeed.  Especially for those of us who look forward to decreasing take-home pay beginning January first.  Especially for those of us who anticipate increasing health care premiums.  Stop.  I could rant for the next four years.  Instead, I will despair briefly, but not disengage.  America is not beyond repair.  The restoration must come from a transformation of individual hearts and minds.

Sandy's Lessons

I have to agree with Bill on many of his points.  I'm a fan of self-reliance v. dependence.  I'm a first-born.