Family @ MindSay

Tonights work shift sucked big time. The place was so quiet and dead you could have heard a pin drop for the last few hours of my shift. I hate it when it's that dead. It's like, what's the point of the store being open? Anyway, thats all i have to say about work tonight. No one , and nothing was there, that mattered.

 

Now I am here, and it's another night of watching the olympics. Lets see if there's another way a USA gymnast can get screwed out of a gold medal by and ass-backwards scoring system.

 

Tomorrw, were suppose to cut the grass. This has been know for a least a week now, and the lazy bastard called my father, cant even buy gas. I just checked the can to see if he had got it today, knowing full well we need it for tomorrow. Nope, still like barley anything it in. Now your telling me, he can't even do that.  There's gonna be bitching tomorrow, unless I feel like keeping my mouth shut.

 

~ Annoyed

Hagee's rhetoric is actually somewhat similar to Obama's in that they're both talking down to people, and acting as if their words are secrets of life, and not already universal concepts, which in reality, is what they are. Being a supportive part of a family unit is voluntary, and is a universally held belief around the world. Those who do not adhere to it most likely are shunned from that affective part of their lives.

No matter what happens, it seems every Sunday around 1230-1pm, I get so sleepy I can hardly stay awake. It doesn't matter if I got 12 hours sleep the night before or if I get up early like I did today.

 

When I was a kid growing up in the church with a radical pastor father, I wasn't allowed to play outside on Sundays. Sunday was a day of rest. Period. I did much reading, listening to the radio, and napping. Now, in these later years of my life, I sense I am almost conditioned to those early days.

 

After church today I was simply exhausted. I had driven in early for practice, so Joyce and Kaitlyn drove in later for service. They wanted to go shopping for school clothes and out to eat, and I just couldn't do it. I drove straight home, made my entry about the service and fell into a deep nap for about 2 hours before awaking around 4pm. 

 

I don't mind that I get like this on Sunday afternoons, because sometimes I could just go and go like the energizer bunny staying busy all day. But when I get that tired, I know I've gotta take a rest.

 

We spent the evening at my brother Paul's place, I helped him put his new grill together and we ate some fine food, enjoyed great family company, ripped music from each other's laptops, and laughed until we almost peed ourselves with silly stories of this and that.

 

This certainly has been one of the mostest bestest Sundays I've had in.......

 

I don't know when.

Today, Cartoon Ranger started First Grade.  Not at school, but at church. It was Promotion Sunday.

Spousal Unit and myself have opted to remain with him (every other week, he and I, etc.) in his classes to assure that he is not too disruptive and that he is able to stay in class and hopefully learn something. This morning, we both accompanied him so that Spousal Unit could get a handle on the routine and the layout of Children's Ministries.  (Since I teach up there and have for years, I am a fixture, lol.) 

For grades 1 - 3, our church has a vibrant arrangement, well-suited to busy small bodies who are growing up with video games, computers, and kinetic learning.  Sunday School involves time in a homeroom, for attendance taking and a snack, and then on to one of three rotations, which are all completed in time for the child to return to the homeroom to await a guardian unit.  For us today, the rotation went from Games to Bible Study to Crafts.  

Here's the thing. I specifically said that I didn't want to teach this group.  Spousal Unit and myself are there strictly for CR's benefit.  So, of course, I chose the group (and I did choose which group he'd be with) that didn't have a teacher.  Not on purpose, mind, but it worked out that way. And, since both Spousal Unit and myself have undergone background checks already for the church, we wound up being their shepherds today, herding them from rotation to rotation...

Sigh.  I hope that's fixed by next week. I know how easy it can be to put that off, knowing that a competent teacher is ensconced in the room and can easily lead the group around for an hour and a half. 

However!  CR did very well, really, and I also think Spousal Unit is adequately prepped for next Sunday. I won't be with the first graders, because it's my week to teach the 4th and 5th grade girls!  :)

I did have to do a bit of "explanation as an aside" to the teachers that handled each rotation (Games, Bible and Craft) about CR and why Spouse or Self would be there every week.  No big deal.  And maybe, if all goes well, we'll be able to parse down the time we spend with him in his classes on Sunday, as he learns how to manage himself better with his classmates. 

Even if he spends a good part of every class reminding himself where the security cameras and fire alarms are.  :)  Works for me.

I've spent a lot of the summer traveling.  I've been to Michigan a few times, Minnesota, Alabama, and driven through lots of states in between where I've stopped and stayed.  In the last few weeks, I've felt like I really didn't have any one place that I belonged.  My world has been rather turned upside down and home just wasn't feeling like I was being embraced there.  It was a place of anxiety and stress.  I just got back from my sister's baby shower today (she is HUGE, glowing, beautiful and so happy!).  When I walked in the door, my pups were all over me, the cats were excited (as only cats can be), my daughter and oldest son were both napping, and my youngest son was at his girlfriend's birthday party.  There were clean clothes waiting to be folded on the kitchen table and clothes that I had folded Thursday night were still on the table.  The kitchen counters were messy and the dishwasher hadn't been run since I left.  I'm quite sure no one has vacuumed either.  But, I realized, this is where I am happy.  No amount of anxiety and stress can take away my home.  I do belong here.  All the people and creatures that mean the world  to me are here and I love them more than words can describe.  I am home.