Cookie Day

Laurel has lots of pictures from Cookie Day:

Grace and Glory - Cookie Day!

Valentine's Activities

It has already been a busy Valentine's week.  We went to the annual FoMM Cookie Day at the Capitol.  The kids were so well-behaved, I was proud to have them to show off.  Mostly, they were just there for the cookies and pizza. :-)

 

We also went to a party at our new friends' house.  I knew Paige would have a great time, and she did. 

 

I was afraid Levi would be bored so I let him bring a book and this is how he started the party:

  

BUT! In a surprise move, he actually had fun, too!  He did a scavenger hunt with the other big kids (three girls his age) and even stood still and let a younger kid make him into a snowman with toilet paper for a game.

 

Scavenger hunt with Shiloh (it's her house)

  

Little kids scavenger hunt

  

That's Eowyn (it's her house, too)

  

Paige's snowman (er, snowgirl). It's melting. :-)

  

The process

 

The finished snowman (notice the black buttons and orange nose taped on)

Personality flaws

Yup, I've got them. 

I am incredibly selfish and hard-headed.  I gloss over problems by being too light-hearted.  I avoid conflict even when I should stick up for myself.  I can't accept help from anyone.  I'm a lousy fighter.  I can't let things go. 

I'm also a pretty good person.  I don't like to see people hurting.  I always try to think the best of people.  I find the bright side even when there really isn't one.  I'm self-reliant.  I take good care of the kidlets. 

Just observations.  I've been cranky lately and the first list is really upstaging the second list.  I need to change that before it ruins the good things in my life.

Picture catch up

Here are all the pictures I would have posted if I was a responsible blog host (they are pretty self-explanatory):

 

Aunt Sue in the red sweater, my mom in the white one.

I am blessed

Earlier I was feeling overwhelmed, but I am reminded that I am blessed.  It is cold and snowy and I realized for a moment how beautiful it is.  My honey is sleeping in my bed and I am watching Buffy and so unbelievably happy and in love.  Who'd a thunk it? :-)

A light dusting on my bushes, the light snowfall, and the steam from the dryer vent.  Pretty.

Waitress

I usually really like my job.  I am well-suited to it and it usually pays my bills.  I am in a slump, though. :-(  As it turns out, people don't always tip as they should and it doesn't help when the kitchen takes, oh, three times as long as they should to get food to the table.  Not my fault, but it still affects my livelihood, my ability to pay my bills and feed my family.  Argh.  Not a happy girl today. If anyone knows of any bartending or high paying serving jobs available, let me know...

Is every Muslim a terrorist?

If you listen to most Americans, the answer is of course, yes.  It makes me so sad.  Can we please try to at least pretend we consider everyone equal?

A short, but spot-on blog post about what we should be thinking instead: Ft. Hood: Will we salute Muslim soldiers? by Leonard Pitts.  Here is an excerpt:

If you study the list of recent American casualties, you find names redolent of every other place on Earth, names that smell of Scottish highlands and Korean marketplaces, Yemeni ports and Nigerian mosques, Russian steppes and Mexican farms.

All of them choosing to make their lives here in the land of burger joints, rap music and amber waves of grain ... a land where, it is boasted, a man is not his past, a man is not his culture, a man is not his tribe. A man is a man.

It is an ideal never fully realized and yet, an ideal soldiers with names from every other place on Earth sign up every day to defend. That ought to tell you something. It ought to make you proud.