I wonder what it would be like to have a three-day weekend and spend them all resting. I wonder what it would be like to be bored. Wouldn't it be awesome to reach the point of boredom just once again? Just to have nothing to do for long enough that I actually got sick of it? Yeah ... I don't really see that happening. But a girl can dream. Let me recap our Memorial Day weekend for you. I'm not gonna post a bunch of photos here, as I am putting them all on Facebook anyway (and they are SO MUCH easier to but on Facebook). So the blog is for word pictures mostly. Want photos? Get a Facebook and friend me. It's fun!
Friday evening
Haircuts for the girls. Shopping and preparing food for Saturday. Last-minute preparations for a crazy weekend, and emergency tick removal for Little A. I am very proud to say that I handled this all by myself while B was gone, and both Little A and I handled it without panicking. This is good, as I generally panic whenever I find a tick on one of the girls. I am certain that every one of them is infecting my child with Lyme disease and removing them is just a race against time. Seriously, I have a big-time tick phobia.
Saturday
Big A had a Junior Bible Quiz tournament (where, I should add, her team took first place for the first time all season). This tournament also marked my debut as a Quiz Master. This went mostly well until the very end of the day when one of the coaches who had apparently forgotten to check his ego at the door decided to engage me in a theological debate after his kid got a question wrong and two judges and I had the audacity to over-rule the coaches' appeal. It was one of those rare occasions when Junior Bible Quiz is a little bit like Little League and an overly aggressive parent has to be put in his place. His team won with 220 points, so this was not a matter of him losing, he just couldn't stand winning by 30 less points than he did. Whatever. It was only a small moment of the day, but one worth mentioning because it happened the first time I got up the courage to Quiz Master. Overall it was a very fun experience.
Also on Saturday, Little A was rehearsing for her Sunday evening dance at church -- so thanks to Grandma for handling that for us so we could be at the tournament.
Saturday Evening
LifeGroup cookout. Fun!
Sunday
Little A got the opportunity to dance in front of the entire congregation at church. The Kids' Chorale was singing, and they decided to have some dancers during the second song. She was asked to participate because she has been taking dance from the person doing the choreography. She did an amazing job, and she was just precious up there. I cannot believe she can even remember all the steps, let alone have the courage to march out there on stage like that. I was one proud mama!
Monday
Madly getting ready for Grandma and Papa who will be here tomorrow. You know -- shopping, laundry, cleaning, etc. I did manage to fit in some laying around and reading too!
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
Thursday, May 21, 2009
How bikini girl stole my American Idol joy
Since season 2, I have been an American Idol fan. Heck, at the end of that season I drove with my SIL and MIL to St. Louis to see the American Idol tour. Those were the days of Clay and Ruben. Ah Clay. A voice of an angel he has. That was back when we were still in denial about the …ahem … lifestyle choices of Clay. I could listen to him sing all day.
American Idol has been for eight (or is it nine?) years just a modernized version of the good-old-fashioned variety show. I love it because it’s good clean fun that the family can watch together. It gets more fun as the competition heats up toward the end, and we enjoy it every year. It is, in fact, the last network TV show that we watch at my house.
We never exactly made the decision to quit watching TV. It just sort of happened.
One by one our favorite shows were canceled (RIP “Everybody Loves Raymond” and “Homicide” and “Seinfield.” And the rest of them … well we let them go one by one as the girls got older and we became painfully aware of the crap that each show offered. Foul language, sexual innuendos, women who make the poorest role models for girls, and men who treat them like garbage. And “funny” turned into to “sex.”
Today’s television writers don’t know how to be funny unless it’s a sex joke. I’m not exposing my kids to it, and frankly B and I don’t enjoy that junk any way.
There may be a series or two out there that we would enjoy today, but as we got used to having the TV off, we just filled up our lives with other things. We just became a family who doesn’t really watch TV. We do a lot of DVD’s when we need the downtime. (We all love “Little House on the Prairie.” We’re on Season 8 right now!)
But Idol was the one show we still watched. I’ve always told people, “it’s just good clean family fun.”
Well, it was until last night.
The bikini girl stunt with her newly enhanced “features” barely covered by her bikini, strutting her obnoxious self all over the stage while Ryan salivated and make crude jokes. Then they let her sing, making a bigger mockery out of the entire thing. And then, as if that wasn’t bad enough – to have Kara, one of the judges, come out and rip her dress off and reveal her own barely-there bikini ….. UGH. It was just disgusting.
I was mortified to have my children in the room. I was appalled at how long it went on. I realized that American Idol does not care about being what it started out to be any more – they are going to fight their ratings slide by appealing to a new audience and sex it up like everything else on TV.
There was so much else about the show last night that was disgusting – who knows what happened during the time they bleeped out Fergie, or was it the Black Eyed Peas? It any case … American Idol has decided to become what the rest of television has: TRASH.
No thanks. Now, where are those “Little House” DVD’s?
American Idol has been for eight (or is it nine?) years just a modernized version of the good-old-fashioned variety show. I love it because it’s good clean fun that the family can watch together. It gets more fun as the competition heats up toward the end, and we enjoy it every year. It is, in fact, the last network TV show that we watch at my house.
We never exactly made the decision to quit watching TV. It just sort of happened.
One by one our favorite shows were canceled (RIP “Everybody Loves Raymond” and “Homicide” and “Seinfield.” And the rest of them … well we let them go one by one as the girls got older and we became painfully aware of the crap that each show offered. Foul language, sexual innuendos, women who make the poorest role models for girls, and men who treat them like garbage. And “funny” turned into to “sex.”
Today’s television writers don’t know how to be funny unless it’s a sex joke. I’m not exposing my kids to it, and frankly B and I don’t enjoy that junk any way.
There may be a series or two out there that we would enjoy today, but as we got used to having the TV off, we just filled up our lives with other things. We just became a family who doesn’t really watch TV. We do a lot of DVD’s when we need the downtime. (We all love “Little House on the Prairie.” We’re on Season 8 right now!)
But Idol was the one show we still watched. I’ve always told people, “it’s just good clean family fun.”
Well, it was until last night.
The bikini girl stunt with her newly enhanced “features” barely covered by her bikini, strutting her obnoxious self all over the stage while Ryan salivated and make crude jokes. Then they let her sing, making a bigger mockery out of the entire thing. And then, as if that wasn’t bad enough – to have Kara, one of the judges, come out and rip her dress off and reveal her own barely-there bikini ….. UGH. It was just disgusting.
I was mortified to have my children in the room. I was appalled at how long it went on. I realized that American Idol does not care about being what it started out to be any more – they are going to fight their ratings slide by appealing to a new audience and sex it up like everything else on TV.
There was so much else about the show last night that was disgusting – who knows what happened during the time they bleeped out Fergie, or was it the Black Eyed Peas? It any case … American Idol has decided to become what the rest of television has: TRASH.
No thanks. Now, where are those “Little House” DVD’s?
London's Luau
Later I will be climbing on my soap box to talk about American Idol. For now I just want to point you to the most adorable pictures in the whole wide world: my niece London's first birthday party.
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
A prediction: Kris is your next American Idol
Yeah, yeah ... I know. Adam can sing and all that. I know he's been the favorite all along.
Nevermind that I think he's too creepy for words, and I really couldn't care less that he can sing. (I could never forgive the man for what he did to Johnny Cash.)
In any case, my personal bias has nothing to do with why I think Kris will win it. Here's why:
Last week Ryan said that the top two vote getters only had 1 million votes separating them. He was talking about Adam and Kris. That means they were incredibly close. And who do you think the Danny voters will go for?
My prediction is they'll be going for the male version of Carrie Underwood (ie: Kris). Not Adam. What do you think?
Nevermind that I think he's too creepy for words, and I really couldn't care less that he can sing. (I could never forgive the man for what he did to Johnny Cash.)
In any case, my personal bias has nothing to do with why I think Kris will win it. Here's why:
Last week Ryan said that the top two vote getters only had 1 million votes separating them. He was talking about Adam and Kris. That means they were incredibly close. And who do you think the Danny voters will go for?
My prediction is they'll be going for the male version of Carrie Underwood (ie: Kris). Not Adam. What do you think?
The flower dancer
Little A was recently a flower girl in her ballet teacher's wedding. She adores her teacher, Miss Lindsey, so she was so excited to be a part of it. All of the little "flower dancers" were students of Lindsey's. They skipped down they aisle as they tossed out their petals. Cutest thing you ever did see. My Little A is the little blondie front and center.
Welcome to The Zoesphere
It was time for a new blog. The old blog represented many things that I am ready to put behind me. Things that I don't wish to be defined by any more. Things that have beaten me down and taken away my voice. For a long time the old blog was an escape from my troubles, and writing there was therapeutic. And then at some point I lost my voice. And I couldn't write anymore. I want to be able to write again. I need to start fresh. Zoe means life and vitality. I am ready for that. Welcome to the Zoesphere.
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