Update: Due to war crimes committed in rotting detention camps, the fruit-flies have secceded power. A rotting mass of strawberry tops and balsamic vinegar tucked into a bowl covered tightly in plastic with holes punched into it created the perfect trap. They couldn't help themselves, they had to get at that fruit, but there would be no escaping.
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
Update: My dear friend, the one who rolled out the Smith and Wesson Welcome Wagon, has been picked up, unless he magically came up with 20k, he is rotting in jail for a few days. He failed to appear in court and a warrant was issued for his arrest. Knowing people who know people who know people who signed up for a certain type of job pushed up the date of his eventual arrest significantly-probably by years. I can't help but wonder how he liked having the gun shoved in HIS face. Then I feel guilty, not because he got picked up, not because he got a gun shoved in his face, but because I feel so happy about it, and like it was a little revenge, and I can't reconcile that little devil who is jumping for joy with that part of me that wants to be Christlike and forgiving.
Update: Parent Teacher conferences last week resulted in both joy and frustration. But I think that's normal. Academically, Goob is doing excellent. Socially, he makes friends easily and is a good leader. Behaviorally, it might be easier on his teacher if he weren't such a good leader. Did I already tell the story about "killing those damn pigeons"? if not, let's just say, he learned that kind of behavior at home. What are we supposed to do about that?
Update: Lily gets to be a "training girl" as she puts it. 30 mins once a week our Taekwondo instructor is holding a class for a few of the little sisters in the group. Yesterday Lily didn't participate, she was pretty grumpy from staying up for most of the 6 hour ride home from San Diego on Sunday Night, and getting up at 3:00am to watch cartoons. But when we left she was all smiles and couldn't wait to go have her play date next Monday.
Update: Our ward is in the middle of an Emergency Preparedness drill. I learned something new. Did you know that in a true emergency, your pantry could become the Bishop's storehouse? My first thoughts on this were: "Well, that's one way to experience living the law of consecration and prove willingness to do it," followed by "I've got some work to do, I sure don't want to be the one taking things from somebody else's pantry." I had the opportunity to fill out a sheet with exactly what I currently have in my pantry. Its far better than it would have been 3 months ago, but I'm lacking in the protein department.
Update: We took our neighbors with us to the Easter Pageant. They loved it. They have invited themselves to church with us next week. Obviously we are welcoming them!
Update: Its birthday week. Yesterday was Great Grandma Margie, Today is Aunt Jessica and our friend Christina, and tomorrow is Gabriel.
That's all folks!
Posted by Goob at 7:52 AM