Made in Richmond

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This is a family at my school. Please keep them in your prayers, particularly the little girl in the hospital. I will post more information when I know it.

My friend Remus turned 1 year old yesterday. Here he is last weekend enjoying his first taste of cake. He kept wanting to share his mushy, drooly cake with everyone. While he was opening presents, his mom and dad realized he had what can only be described as a cake-booger coming out of his nose. He’s the cutest, sweetest baby in the whole wide world. He’s attracted to anything electronic and likes to make popping noises with his mouth. He prefers to stand up while getting his diaper changed. He has very sensitive skin. He loves loves loves his puppy dog and thinks banging his hands on a table is just about the most fun thing ever. All of these things make him one of my favorite friends.

Happy Birthday, Little Man!

Take a guess…

So the death I caught either never went away, came back, or mutated into something that has created a large, spiky lump in my throat. Regardless, I came home today not feeling well at all. We have Bible study on Tuesday nights. I haven’t been for weeks, usually because I was sick (surprise surprise) or I had a PTA thing to do. Ross really wanted me to go this week, so I decided that I would come home and get some rest so I could feel well enough to make it.

Well, Shooter had other plans. Usually my dogs are the best napping dogs in the world. Shooter sleeps near your feet to keep them warm and Zapp is about the snuggliest dog ever. Zapp was doing her part, but Shooter thought this time would be better spent engaging in his OCD rituals (sniffing the outlet and doorknob) and doing his annoying huffing bark at every noise or non-noise in, around, or within 50 miles of the house. Consequently, no sleep was gotten.

Ross came home ready for us to head off. I tried to get out of it, but he wasn’t having any of it. We’re watching a DVD series in Bible study right now and apparently during the last few meetings Ross has gotten cynical and had trouble expressing his frustrations (as robots often do). He needed me to be there to translate and label his feelings for him so he wouldn’t offend anyone and get us excommunicated. So I went. In the freezing cold.

It wasn’t bad. I got a free sub and the DVD lesson didn’t short circuit Ross. I also got to sit next to the woodstove which was nice. I’m not sure how I feel about having a Bible study based on lessons given by a guy that we can’t challenge or talk to, but hey. My head was and is pounding though from being conscious and I’m exhausted beyond belief.

So, I thought with all of my sacrifices, there was sure to be some snow falling from the sky by the time we got in the car to go home. There wasn’t. There better be snow tomorrow. I mean, yeah I know God let his only son die for all of my sins, but I gave up napping to watch a DVD and babysit my husband.

They are calling for snow tomorrow. I need each and everyone of you to go and turn your underwear inside-out (please put them back on) and be sure to sleep with your pajamas on backwards tonight. Thank you.

I spent the afternoon hanging a door to our bathroom. Ross IMed me frantically and insisted that we go to a department store so he could get some clothes for work. It took me 10 minutes to pick out the door. It took Ross 30 minutes to pick out two shirts and two ties.

He’s all mine and he’s fabulous.

Friday: Went to Popkin’s Tavern for dinner with Sam and Allison, almost exploded with fury at the rude woman there, walked around First Fridays in the rain, had a beer with Justin and Megan at crowded Commercial Taphouse.

Saturday: Went to the gym at 12, lazed around, nursed Shooter through 45 minute seizure, had dinner at cous cous with the in-laws, went to bed.

Sunday: Went to the gym at 10, lazed around some more, went to church, joined Ross at his parent’s house for Super Bowl, went home at 9:30, went to bed.

I have nothing that is a favorite right now because I’m crabby. I’ll spare you the list of things that are most definitely NOT my favorite.

After saying I would get back to you about Jesus Camp and then subsequently *didn’t* get back to you, I was asked by Justin to, well, get back to you.

In case you don’t know, Jesus Camp is a documentary about a camp that some kids growing up in the Pentecostal church attend in order to learn about evangelism and the like. We get to know a few kids really well as they tell us about “what kind of church God wants to go to” and as we get a snippet of some their homeschooling lessons in which global warming is dismissed as “not really a big issue.” Now, to be fair, some of the things that these kids did at church were activities and lessons that I would eventually want my kids to be a part of. The woman in charge of the camp seems to have a real, working knowledge of effective teaching strategies and the like and some of her lessons seemed spot on.

However, the whole experience kind of left me cringing. And what’s most frustrating is that I have a hard time articulating what it was exactly that is making me cringe. I’m very ambivalent about the whole thing. So, I guess what I have to say about this film is that I have nothing to say. Disappointing, I know. But I think it tells you that you should probably watch it, because it is not often that I have nothing to say about something, especially a movie.