new stuff to think about

Background information: (required reading)

Our new house has a trash compactor. I just got a panini maker.

And now...I think most things in my life now boil down to two simple questions:

1. What would happen if I put that in my trash compactor?

2. How would that taste in a panini?Go ahead...try it.

You're driving along and you get a flat tire. Which applies? Number one, of course. What would happen if you put a flat tire in your trash compactor? Hmmm.

You have rotten bananas and you really should make banana bread today. Or, see number two. How would that taste in a panini? (add cinnamon? maybe like cuban platanos?)

Your elementary student brings home a school fundraiser. ONE!

Your kids don't want leftovers for dinner. Two.

It's laundry day. One.

You feel like blowing your diet. Open the fridge. Two.

Your baby throws up all over the back seat of the car. Choose either one or two. I know which one I would pick.

See what I mean? (Or are you just thinking, WOW, get a life and now I understand your last post about being crazy?)

Eventualities.

So here's the big burning question in life:

Do all women grow up and go crazy?

Is it a product of having loved our children too deeply, of having sacrificed, worried, lost sleep, paced, scrubbed, cleaned, and driven (literally), of having been peed on, puked on and pooped on, of being the first one up in the morning and the last one in bed at night, of knowing where everything in the house is located and of being the one to put it all there. With all of that, is it any wonder that eventually, we just crack and that's it. We're done. We're crazy.

Can you honestly tell me that you know a woman over the age of...(I'm going to let you insert your own number because I can't win. I'm likely to offend people with a number. But don't worry. We all know who we are. )who isn't just a little bit crazy? And most of them are a LOT crazy. I'm just saying.

So whaddya think? Anybody out there have the secret to not growing crazier and crazier each year? I don't. I'm pretty sure I'm already more than halfway there and I'm still 29 for the 4th time.

Makes me tired just thinking about it. Phew.

Call for prayers

I was so touched by the story of little Bronson. You can read about it here:

http://www.stakerzxposed.blogspot.com/

I've ridden similar rollercoasters with sick babies, waiting for tubes to come out and medications to stop. There may be a few things in life that are harder than this, but not much. At least, not that I've experienced so far.

But I know there is power in numbers and I know my kids were supported through their trials. And I know that I somehow floated through on the faith of the many who prayed for us. Let's all pray for Bronson.

And let's all pray for Haiti. Let's pray for America, too.

Let's all just pray.