Chellisms

A day late and a dollar short

Okay, more like a week late and money doesn't really come into play, but you get my drift. Right?

Blogger and I have been arguing over the last couple of days, today is the first day that I have actually been able to log in. I have things to post, news to share, but am busy this morning. More this afternoon, barring login issues...

Labels: Blah Blogging

Revelations

I have been mulling over this post since Wednesday. I waited to actually write it until I had a chance to talk to my sounding board, since he came home last night I figure now is as good a time as any to post this.

My first post on Wednesday got a comment that said "there is a god and he is looking out for all of you." It was left as anonymous, but I am fairly sure that I know who anonymous is.

This comment made me stop and think. Have I misrepresented myself? Then I stopped and thought about it a bit more and realized that it is what the writer believes, not me. Astounding that it took me a bit to figure that out. Want to know what really threw me off? It was the God part mixed with the all of you part. Once I saw the G-word I stopped and over analyzed the hell out of the comment.

Getting to the point here, bear with me.

I am an agnostic, as is my husband. While I do not believe in God, per se, I do believe that higher beings may exist. I don't doubt that there was a guy named Jesus Christ who had a wife named Mary. However, I do not believe that he is the end all be all creator of everything. I try not to post "oh, my lord" and "my god" on this page, not that I don't say them. I do say them aloud, as sayings only, and I don't think that that reflects over the Internet when you can't hear my tone.

That being said, I should also let you know that my children are not baptized. Long before we had kids Tim and I decided that we did not want to have our children baptized for one simple reason. What would we have them baptized as? Who are we to decide for them? Whatever they choose is fine by us. If they decide to be Buddhist, Jewish or decide to praise Allah and read the Qur'an that is okay with Tim and I. We want the girls to decide who they are, this is an important decision that they need to make for themselves. We do explain different religions to them. I have no problem taking them to a Jewish Temple if they want to experience that.

I have a feeling that I may have offended a few of you with this post, and even lost a friendship or two. That was not my intent, I am setting the record straight. I don't look down on you for your beliefs, give my family the same courtesy.

This one was a doozy to write, but I do feel better that it is off my chest. Come back next Friday, I have another revelation that might cost me a few more friends.

Labels: Religion

Gingerbread woes

Before Tim and I were married (this makes me about 16 or 17, and Tim a year older) we spent a few days around Christmas with my cousins at my aunt and uncles house in Huntington Beach. While there we attempted several times to make a gingerbread house. Just one house. Out of a kit. That failed. So we tried again with homemade gingerbread. That we burned. Needless to say that attempt failed as well and we eventually gave up. To this day I hate gingerbread anything, the smell makes me gag, and I want to trash all of the pre-made houses that are so beautiful that you can buy at stores.

About 2 weeks ago we got a note home from school asking for candy donations for the class to make gingerbread houses with. Like a good little mom I ran right out and got what was on the list and sent it to school. I warned Tay right from the beginning that I would not be coming in to help on the days they were making the houses and she was okay with that, I think she may have gone to school and told her teacher that her mom has gingerbread nightmares. The class made the houses yesterday and decorated them today, they also brought them home today. Well, the rest of the class brought them home today. Somewhere between leaving school, getting on the bus and arriving home Tay managed to lose her house. The bus driver was nice enough to help us search the bus, just in case she had mislaid it. We did not find it. She cried all of the way home.

I volunteered to go buy the stuff and help her and Bailey make one here at the house. If this doesn't earn me brownie points with the fat man in the red suit nothing will.

Anyone have a recipe for marshmallow glue?

Labels: Christmas, Me stuff, rants

Hyperventilating Hooplah!

Is today Wednesday or Thursday? I am pretty sure that I have lost a day somewhere. If today were Thursday that would mean that Tim is coming home, that is too good to be true so I guess it must be Wednesday.

I was thrown for a loop yesterday and have not recovered yet. My mom called me last night to let me know that my stepdad (I hate that word) is thinking of taking a job in CA, so they might be moving back. This might seem like great news, I live in CA so them moving closer would be great. But... we have a move planned to WA (where they currently live) scheduled for March. Of next year. As in about 90 days from now. Excuse me while I hyperventilate.

While we aren't/weren't moving for the sole reason of being closer to them, they had a lot to do with our decision. They were going to be our support system for starting off in a new state. They were going to watch the kids so Tim and I could have a date.

I am so torn now. Tim has no clue yet. I have this ball of anxiety in my stomach. Do we move? Do we stay here? Do we move to Kansas and say to hell with everyone? I feel like the weight of this move rests on my shoulders and it is bigger than I am. If we don't move as soon as he gets out of the military will we ever move? Do I want to live in CA forever?

Holy hell people, I need some advice!

Labels: family foolery, Me stuff, moving

Who knew?

Seems like everyone has a blog these days. Seems that Santa has one out there as well. Check it out here. He even tells you what it takes to make it on the good side of his ever present list. I, for one, cannot wait to point out to my children that this includes picking up your toys when finished playing with them. Oh, and the eating what your parents make for dinner is great too. Although, I have a feeling that if the man in red were to see Bailey gagging over green beans that he might take this one off his list. Elfred Elveson even gives craft tips, he is such a multi-talented elf!

Santa has gone hi-tech, kinda scary. Anybody want to bet that he gets a MySpace page next??