Well I am officially the laziest writer on planet Earth! I actually had to reset my password to get back into my own blog....how pathetic is that?!
This summer has been nothing short of a whirlwind, I have been insanely busy every step of the way and yet Fall is upon me and I didn't do half of what I had hoped or planned for the season. I am a professional procrastinator at heart, as you can tell by my blog. It's a strange affliction for which I can find no cure...
We are however, back in the groove school wise and I am happy to be back on a semi normal schedule again. I am taking Philosophy this semester and finding it rather difficult to comprehend...should be fun! I am also in the interesting position of having a Kindergartner and a Senior in high school! Never a dull moment!
Virginia
Friday, September 14, 2012
Friday, April 27, 2012
A new little one?!
About to embark on a new adventure! A new baby will be joining the Pearson family! :) Stay tuned for details and photos coming soon!
Sunday, April 15, 2012
Silent Auction
Busy planning and prepping a silent auction for Sunday School~up until a month ago, I had barely even heard of a silent auction and now here I am in charge of one! Ahh...the things I get all caught up in! :)
Feeling a bit like a fish out of water, but praying it all works out well in the end!
Virginia
Feeling a bit like a fish out of water, but praying it all works out well in the end!
Virginia
Friday, April 6, 2012
Finally..
Somehow I am much better at keeping up with Facebook than I am my blog. I have to ask myself why? I can only assume its the relatively short nature of status updates. So going forward, I think my blog postings are going to more closely resemble facebook status updates. I think I can keep up with it more regularly that way. In between disabled husbands,( not permanently, just threw his back out) decorating for baby/wedding showers, tea parties, remodeling bathrooms, and mountains of laundry, I think I can manage to write a few lines!
Today's musing involves blood, sweat, tears and many regrets: I went to the mall to shop for clothes. I despise clothes shopping, which is why I wear the same stuff all the time. I think men have it right: wear a suit and change the color of shirt underneath for variety. I can do that. The mall makes me cranky and depressed. I know this is like betraying the very nature of women, but I cant help it. Nothing fits right. The colors are all wrong. Or the styles don't work on me. Or its perfect, but costs way too much. All the while, gorgeous models sneer at me from their superior airbrushed perches as if to say " I dare you to try and wear it with your figure!" (note to self: its called a pencil skirt for a reason, if you look in the mirror and don't see a "pencil", don't wear it! enough said.) so I leave with nothing, feeling like a boring, depressed, fashion challenged cow. Then I admit defeat and go get a Starbucks to drown my sorrows. Meanwhile I still need to buy clothes. Now, mind you, I have a whole closet full of clothes, which for some reason or another, I never wear (see above: color, fit etc) so deep down, I am terrified to buy more clothes that sit in the closet and mock me. Perhaps I just need a personal shopper..or...Maybe I will just dig out my black suit! :)
Fashionably confused,
Virginia
Today's musing involves blood, sweat, tears and many regrets: I went to the mall to shop for clothes. I despise clothes shopping, which is why I wear the same stuff all the time. I think men have it right: wear a suit and change the color of shirt underneath for variety. I can do that. The mall makes me cranky and depressed. I know this is like betraying the very nature of women, but I cant help it. Nothing fits right. The colors are all wrong. Or the styles don't work on me. Or its perfect, but costs way too much. All the while, gorgeous models sneer at me from their superior airbrushed perches as if to say " I dare you to try and wear it with your figure!" (note to self: its called a pencil skirt for a reason, if you look in the mirror and don't see a "pencil", don't wear it! enough said.) so I leave with nothing, feeling like a boring, depressed, fashion challenged cow. Then I admit defeat and go get a Starbucks to drown my sorrows. Meanwhile I still need to buy clothes. Now, mind you, I have a whole closet full of clothes, which for some reason or another, I never wear (see above: color, fit etc) so deep down, I am terrified to buy more clothes that sit in the closet and mock me. Perhaps I just need a personal shopper..or...Maybe I will just dig out my black suit! :)
Fashionably confused,
Virginia
Friday, February 10, 2012
I'm baaaacckkk...sort of.
Well nothing out of the ordinary or life changing has been going on lately. Not that the insanity has abated, just that its the same insanity day after day. Winter decided to show up, much to my dismay. School is going great. Life is just kind of humming along as usual, hence no blog posts. So since nothing is externally going on of any interest, I will have to regale you with the thoughts taken straight from my own brain. This may or may not be entertaining, but it is content for my blog. And that has to count for something, right?
So here is another of my "Things my kids have taught me about God" themed posts. Do you ever wonder if God sees us the same way we see our own children? On a recent shopping trip with my seven year old daughter, I had to field the usual (and frequent) requests for everything under the sun. "Can I have this pack of flossers mommy?" and two minutes later "Can I have a candy bar mommy?" This same loop played over and over, her begging for stuff I was reasonably certain she didn't really want, and me telling her No, she couldn't have everything she wanted, and even if I could give her all she asked for, it wouldn't be good for her. Finally we were at the checkout, and in one last desperate attempt to get something, anything, she looked up at me and said "Can I just have one small bag of chips?" Sighing, I said "OK, one bag and don't ask for anything else today." She was ecstatic. "oh thank you mommy!" she chirped, bouncing up and down with glee. I gave her the chips and began to gather up the groceries. As we left the store I asked her for a chip. Her once sunny countenance clouded with a petulant frown. "But they are miiinnneee!" she whined, clutching the bag of chips closer. " Sharing a few of your chips with me wont hurt you" I said "after all, you wouldn't have those chips right now if I hadn't bought them for you!" She reluctantly gave me a few chips, but she wasn't happy about it one bit.
Contrast that with another trip with my four year old son, who asked for a pack of tic tacs. I bought them for him and the first thing he did was offer me some "mommy, do you want some of my tic tacs?"He asked, looking up at me with his big brown eyes " No buddy, you can have them, thank you though" I told him,but he continued to insist until I took a couple. That got me thinking, so often God blesses us with more than we deserve, and when he asks for a portion of our time,talents or our finances, we whine "But it's MIIINNNEEEE" and clutch our chip bag closer, not realizing that everything we have he has given to us. Our health, our jobs, our home, even our talents, are given to us by God,so why is it so hard to give him a portion? Is it because we think, like my daughter, that he is going to take everything and leave us with a crumpled bag of crumbs to show for it? 2 Corinthians 9:7 says " Every man according as he purposeth in his heart, so let him give; not grudgingly or of necessity: for God loveth a cheerful giver." Well, I think we can all agree that my my daughter was giving grudgingly, and of necessity, while my son was giving to me with a cheerful heart full of thankfulness that I had given him the candy in the first place. Which child warms the parents heart? The child who gives, but grudgingly, or the child who cheerfully shares what he has with others? When it comes to God, which child are YOU?
So here is another of my "Things my kids have taught me about God" themed posts. Do you ever wonder if God sees us the same way we see our own children? On a recent shopping trip with my seven year old daughter, I had to field the usual (and frequent) requests for everything under the sun. "Can I have this pack of flossers mommy?" and two minutes later "Can I have a candy bar mommy?" This same loop played over and over, her begging for stuff I was reasonably certain she didn't really want, and me telling her No, she couldn't have everything she wanted, and even if I could give her all she asked for, it wouldn't be good for her. Finally we were at the checkout, and in one last desperate attempt to get something, anything, she looked up at me and said "Can I just have one small bag of chips?" Sighing, I said "OK, one bag and don't ask for anything else today." She was ecstatic. "oh thank you mommy!" she chirped, bouncing up and down with glee. I gave her the chips and began to gather up the groceries. As we left the store I asked her for a chip. Her once sunny countenance clouded with a petulant frown. "But they are miiinnneee!" she whined, clutching the bag of chips closer. " Sharing a few of your chips with me wont hurt you" I said "after all, you wouldn't have those chips right now if I hadn't bought them for you!" She reluctantly gave me a few chips, but she wasn't happy about it one bit.
Contrast that with another trip with my four year old son, who asked for a pack of tic tacs. I bought them for him and the first thing he did was offer me some "mommy, do you want some of my tic tacs?"He asked, looking up at me with his big brown eyes " No buddy, you can have them, thank you though" I told him,but he continued to insist until I took a couple. That got me thinking, so often God blesses us with more than we deserve, and when he asks for a portion of our time,talents or our finances, we whine "But it's MIIINNNEEEE" and clutch our chip bag closer, not realizing that everything we have he has given to us. Our health, our jobs, our home, even our talents, are given to us by God,so why is it so hard to give him a portion? Is it because we think, like my daughter, that he is going to take everything and leave us with a crumpled bag of crumbs to show for it? 2 Corinthians 9:7 says " Every man according as he purposeth in his heart, so let him give; not grudgingly or of necessity: for God loveth a cheerful giver." Well, I think we can all agree that my my daughter was giving grudgingly, and of necessity, while my son was giving to me with a cheerful heart full of thankfulness that I had given him the candy in the first place. Which child warms the parents heart? The child who gives, but grudgingly, or the child who cheerfully shares what he has with others? When it comes to God, which child are YOU?
Monday, January 16, 2012
Toilet Capers
It's been brought to my attention that my readers really DO want to hear the more bizarre/insane aspects of my otherwise normal life. Normal is after all, open to interpretation. So without further ado, here is the story of my toilet in the yard.
"Honey, When Charlie and Teresa come for the funeral, he can help me get the whole bathroom remodeled in three days" Now this kind of buoyant optimism should have stopped me in my tracks. Do any bathroom remodels take three days??!! But being a buoyantly optimistic person myself, I agreed. After all, we had to do something, the bathroom had mold issues that were not going to go away by themselves, and I was sick of how it looked. Cleaning mold with that nasty mold killer was going to kill me if I didn't kill it first, so I was on board! Lets Do This! I am sure you know where I am headed with this aren't you?! Really long story short: Bathroom is still not done and this was back in December. But I digress. You want to know about the toilet, right? So all this nasty stuff has to be torn out before we can commence with the actual remodel. Multiple trips were made to the curb with cast iron tubs, old vanities and mirrors, and lots of sheet rock and insulation. But somehow in the melee, the toilet didn't make it to the curb. Why I have no idea. In the defense of those doing the work, toilets are heavy. So there sat the poor potty, right next to the front stoop, in all of its gross upside down glory. I walked past that potty many times wondering why it was still there? But as I mentioned previously, toilets are heavy, so this girl won't be moving it. Numerous conversations took place between our various family members concerning the toilet. Something should be done with it, but it was right before Christmas and we are chronically busy when its not Christmas. Several times, as I walked by the potty, I thought perhaps I could put it upright and plant flowers in it, you know, a real "flower pot!" Hey we might even make the Beverly Hillbilly's look downright classy! So potty sat for the next several days. Then we got a call from our daughter, in obvious distress. "Whats wrong sweetie?" I asked her. It seems our insurance company had to come out and TAKE PICTURES OF THE OUTSIDE OF OUR HOUSE! Yep, with potty in the front yard! Said daughter was fit to be tied. How humiliating. Needless to say, potty made a hasty trip to the trash pile! But somewhere, deep in the files of our insurance company, is a picture of potty, gracing our yard in all of its porcelain elegance! Never a dull moment around here!
Now, aren't you all glad you requested this story??!! :)
"Honey, When Charlie and Teresa come for the funeral, he can help me get the whole bathroom remodeled in three days" Now this kind of buoyant optimism should have stopped me in my tracks. Do any bathroom remodels take three days??!! But being a buoyantly optimistic person myself, I agreed. After all, we had to do something, the bathroom had mold issues that were not going to go away by themselves, and I was sick of how it looked. Cleaning mold with that nasty mold killer was going to kill me if I didn't kill it first, so I was on board! Lets Do This! I am sure you know where I am headed with this aren't you?! Really long story short: Bathroom is still not done and this was back in December. But I digress. You want to know about the toilet, right? So all this nasty stuff has to be torn out before we can commence with the actual remodel. Multiple trips were made to the curb with cast iron tubs, old vanities and mirrors, and lots of sheet rock and insulation. But somehow in the melee, the toilet didn't make it to the curb. Why I have no idea. In the defense of those doing the work, toilets are heavy. So there sat the poor potty, right next to the front stoop, in all of its gross upside down glory. I walked past that potty many times wondering why it was still there? But as I mentioned previously, toilets are heavy, so this girl won't be moving it. Numerous conversations took place between our various family members concerning the toilet. Something should be done with it, but it was right before Christmas and we are chronically busy when its not Christmas. Several times, as I walked by the potty, I thought perhaps I could put it upright and plant flowers in it, you know, a real "flower pot!" Hey we might even make the Beverly Hillbilly's look downright classy! So potty sat for the next several days. Then we got a call from our daughter, in obvious distress. "Whats wrong sweetie?" I asked her. It seems our insurance company had to come out and TAKE PICTURES OF THE OUTSIDE OF OUR HOUSE! Yep, with potty in the front yard! Said daughter was fit to be tied. How humiliating. Needless to say, potty made a hasty trip to the trash pile! But somewhere, deep in the files of our insurance company, is a picture of potty, gracing our yard in all of its porcelain elegance! Never a dull moment around here!
Now, aren't you all glad you requested this story??!! :)
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