altarflame: (After the kiss)
I'm really enjoying participating in and moving through Holy Week. Palm Sunday Mass was so, so beautiful (when we got home Grant asked how church was and Aaron piped up, "really good!!" so you know it had to actually be...) We went to the Holy Thursday Mass tonight. Tomorrow I'm taking the kids to an afternoon Stations of the Cross thing and then going to Good Friday Mass by myself later in the evening. All seven of us are going to the Easter Vigil on Saturday night.




Yesterday was my 4th wedding anniversary. I don't know how many of you remember the insane dress debacle that went down with the zipper on my wedding gown but it seemed pretty ironic to me that I found myself freshly showered, moisturized, scented, and struggling and sweating to get a zipper up in my bathroom on the dress I'd decided to wear on our "date night", yesterday afternoon...I took it off to find the spot where it was sticking. I had my brother and Annie help. I ended up laying on the bed, once Grant had gotten home, with him using tools to make it work.

ONE DAY I will manage to get into a nice dress for an occasion with my husband without a team of helpers or any extraneous tools.

We had a great time. We had a delicious amazing off the chain holy shit I die dinner at Texas de Brazil (where they will ALSO send you a "one free meal when you buy the other one" for your anniversary, what-what!), and did some great bargain basement clearance shopping outside of Borders, and then went and walked on, sat on, splashed on, talked on the beach.

While we were there we got to see the beginning of a striking red moon rise and watch a man strip naked and do tai chi in the wind. Then we sat on some hotel's wooden lounge chairs and kissed for awhile. It was nice.

And ended better, back home. I fell asleep hours earlier than normal in a sweaty contented heap. All in all every day should end that way.

Purchased at the bookstore (everying from 1.99-5.99 per item!):

(For Me)
-How to be a Movie Star, an Elizabeth Taylor biography. What? I like biographies, ok!
-The Scalpel and the Soul; The Power of Hope, by a DOCTOR. This is the kind of book I have been looking for - both for my own book's research and personal survival - for a LONG TIME.
-The Forest of Hands and Teeth, on [livejournal.com profile] idiolecto's recommendation, because I trust her taste in everything but ESPECIALLY BOOKS.
-Christ the Lord: The Road to Cana by Anne Rice
(For "Grant")
-She Comes First: the Thinking Man's Guide to Pleasuring a Woman
(For Grant)
-The Book of Useless Information - this will be his latest dinner table book, brought out to read from while we're eating, I am sure. It's replacing puns and a double wide "Would You Rather?"
(For Us)
-Sex Deck
(For Everyone)
-Story Cubes




Today was crazy. I woke all the kids up with french toast casserole and bacon. The van needed an oil change and new back brakes. After dropping it off, the kids and I took the free trolley and went and saw Rio, then had a pizza, then picked it up. Except that doesn't capture the route confusion, waiting time in between things, going by the college bookstore only to find it was closed, or walking all around that occured to make it last so many hours. It was still a good, if tiring, day, but it was a lot to lead up to church with all of them, especially since it was just me and "church" involves driving a half hour each way. We were alright, but it was way more stressful than it usually is on a Sunday morning. And this is the first Serious Business day of my period, which made for lots of insteresting near emergencies and bathroom stops.

I think it was a great day for the kids all things told. Lots of alphabet, I Spy and other sorts of word games, lots of teaching moments (in the movie and the Mass), blah blah blah. Elise had never seen a movie in the theater before.

I'm tired.

But I don't sleep anymore. I'm really starting to suspect I'm approaching a point of just NOT SLEEPING AT ALL, EVER. Like last weekend due to various circumstances there were 50 hours during which I slept ONE hour, like right in the middle almost. Grant was talking about reporting me to the authorities as a witch because I still wasn't acting tired :p Really, though, it's nuts. And stupid, because I spend far too much time in a sleepless delirious haze adding to my tumblr queue and reading fanfiction and then I can't function as well as I should be able to during the day. But...I can't give up my time to myself. And I can't stop being a good mother or a wife or whatever. So...I'll sleep when I'm dead?




It's so rare for me to see Aaron really immersed in doing things with his brothes, so this is kind of awesome. Mario drawing contest:


(Girls blowing bubbles)




Uno:




I think we've gotten over a hump and now Isaac and Jake are old/smart/independent enough that they CAN do things Aaron is interested in sometimes.


Off to collapse for like...an hour before Grant wakes me up to go take him to work, and then I come home and take a nap until the kids drag me out of bed and it chores and schoolwork time until Stations of the Cross...maybe then I can nap until Mass once G is home.

Days.

Feb. 27th, 2009 12:52 am
altarflame: (DeathbyChores)
The kids and I spent the entire day out today, going from store to store with stops to have lunch on our front porch, to address and send mail, and to eat dinner, and now we are set to start gardening. We really wanted to get a raised-bed system or parts to make one ourselves, but there is just...nothing...at any place we went to. And we were being very inventive, more than ready to use an old-school plastic baby pool even, once we saw that outdoor ponds were too unevenly deep at their centers, (but nobody sells those anymore, now that the giant inflatable pools have taken over...) So Grant is going to bust out the Big Man Tools (TM) and make one, at some point in the next couple of weeks when he's off, and in the meantime we got containers to put seeds and seedlings in for now. They'll probably be reused for flowers or put on freecycle once our permanent setup is in place. There are lots of places online to get raised bed systems or pieces to be assembled, but they're all hundreds of dollars plus shipping, which seems kind of ridiculous to me O_o The sandbox may be delegated as a garden, too, now that the sand is gone (AND GOOD RIDDANCE I WAS SO TIRED OF SAND!).

We're growing red and green bell peppers, and poblano and jalapeno peppers; grape, cherry, roma, heirloom and beefsteak tomatoes; and various herbs, namely mint, oregano, basil and cilantro. These are all things we use in great enough abundance, and that are pricey enough in stores, that I think they make sense to devote some effort and maintenance to. They're also crops that do well in our blazing, incessant sun and heat. Oh, I forgot broccoli! Ananda and Aaron got some strawberries and lavender as their own side project, and are going to research ways to use the lavender (like making satchels or soap or something). She already wants her own etsy store, ever since Gloria taught her how to finger knit she's been a scarf-making fool.

When I consider that we'll be able to go into our backyard for not just vegetables and herbs, as we have at various points in the past, but also EGGS...I eat it up, no pun intended :p How awesome is this? We will have a suburban farm, bwahahaha.

I can imagine myself getting a sheep sometime in the future. To sheer and make yarn from. I mean "10 years from now" future, though...a golden retriever in a couple of years will probably be the only animal addition over the next decade, because while I love having pets around, I really dislike a lot of constant maintenance and the way they complicate road trips...Everything we have now is perfectly fine if we set them up with self-feeders and dissapear for the weekend, and none of them intimidate potential animal-sitters for longer time periods.

Yesterday was also a good day, I got a lot of writing I'm very happy about done while Grant took the kids to the park, and before that they and I just had another good day...and tomorrow we're all set to spend the whole day transplanting seedlings and planting seeds, and researching their "historical characters" - Ananda and Aaron are participating in an event called "Historically Speaking" wherein they learn all about, and then dress up as and get up and talk as though they ARE, some historical character of their choosing. Annie picked Amelia Earhart, and Aaron Harry Houdini.

We also got a mini, cushy toilet seat to fit on a big toilet, for Elise, and a step stool, and she is excitedly making every member of the house go in with her to look at it, in turn, so she can point excitedly and yell, "PEE!" and then point towards where her pee comes out. She has not actually peed on a toilet, ever, but asks me to sit her on one and tries to fairly regularly, so this seemed better than me holding her there while she looks nervous about falling in.

So this is all great, right? Except...

My house is a giant disaster. Every single room is completely trashed. The library table is PILED with books that are slipping off onto the floor as new ones are added, the tv room has megablocks and the contents of a sock basket strewn all over it, the kitchen sink and counters have been swallowed by dishes, the laundry room is an absolute avalanche...etc. Every single room.

And honestly? I don't care that much. We're all happy, it's not a gross mess, we do have clean clothes to wear and the table clean for each meal and furniture available to sit on, and it's not as though ANYONE other than me seems to notice the grit on the tile or smudges on the walls...

But. My Aunt Deana is supposed to be dropping by tomorrow. I see her in the "every couple of years" range, and she's never been to our new house before. *sigh*

I imagine that if I get Isaac to clean out the big closet, Aaron the kids' bathroom, Annie the tv room and library clutter, and Jake and Elise random things I hand them to take to their right places, I could manage to sweep, swiffer, vaccum, do a million dishes, scrub counters, organize shelves and tackle our bedroom in...a couple of hours? :x

I know it has to be done. And I even have some added motivation now because [livejournal.com profile] babyslime is demanding a video tour. But uuuuuugggh.




I'm ordering multi-disk sets of Reading Rainbow and Postcards From Buster from PBS.com tonight, to keep in the van, where we have a dvd player that I've decided is conveniently ok for educational purposes. Both of those shows are beyond words, by the way, and just priceless.

I'm still reading, and reading about, Edna St Vincent Millay in my spare time, i.e., while on the toilet and/or when nursing Elise to sleep in the afternoon. I have enough to read about and by her that I imagine I'll be doing it for awhile. Elise loves it when I get to verse in one of the books, and read it out loud. All of my kids have had such a love for listening to poetry, and yet it still always surprises me when I see it.

It's Lent, and I am aware of that, and I have a devotional book to read one day at a time - Show Me the Way by Orthodox writer Henri J. M. Nouwen - but I am not really giving anything up, this year. And was taken woefully by surprise, by Ash Wednesday. If nothing else comes of this season, this year, at least I am thinking about my faith that much more often, from the awareness that it's happening...

I found an old friend on Facebook and it made me really happy.

I bought this dress while we were at Target on garden detail, and am wearing it now:

I'm using the hangy things in front to tie around my neck, and it works out.




Food. Hmm.

I have serious emotional eating problems that go way, way back into childhood. Weight Watchers has been surpringly doable for me, because of the way you can work the points system, but. Well. Honesty.

I've been between 223-229 lbs ever since I got out of the hospital last. 2007 totally ballooned my weight, the multiple 6 week recovery periods from surgeries just turned me into some sort of blob...and left me with a lot more emotion to eat over.

When I started WW, I listed my activity level as "mostly standing" and my breastfeeding status as "exclusively nursing", because Grant really didn't think "nursing with supplementation" covered what my 3 year old and 21 month old were sucking down on-demand, daily. That gave me 40 points per day, that I was allowed to consume (a big banana, or slice of turkey bacon, or girl scout cookie, would be 2 points, for reference).

I realized very quickly when I started calculating, that I have been in the habit of consuming over a HUNDRED points per day. And I am admitting on the internet to Anonymous and everyone that my binge eating plays into my intermittent blockage in a big, scary way and my ER trip for the pain was a humiliating turning point.

So. My first month on WW I was allowed 40 points per day, plus 35 weekly flex points to be used at any time throughout the week (but not rolled over). And I cheated a little somewhat frequently. I stayed between 222 and 224 the whole time, which I guess is technically a noticeable improvement. 222-224 for a month after a year of 223-229. Still REEEALLY frustrating when you've more than halved the amount you eat each day, and keep waiting a whole week to weigh in again, just to see the same damned thing. I've been way more active than usual lately, too, to the point that some suggested I could be accumulating muscle (from canoeing for hours, bike riding semi-regularly, more walks, snorkeling for almost an hour, etc)

All of this is totally disgusting to me. Before Elise, I had never even reached 220 when PREGNANT. I was actually 217 the day each of my first 4 children were born, oddly enough. And my jutting, herniated diastasis totally ruins my proportions.

Anyway...I made a decision based on their ages, my energy and time constraints, when my next surgery will be, etc, to scale way back on nursing. Jake is having milk about every other morning at this point, only. Elise is basically nursing when she first wakes up, before her afternoon nap, and before bed, only. Nursing sessions are not exceeding 10 minutes. He is none the worse for wear; she is a little clingier. I changed my ww status to "nursing with supplementation". I also "got real" about how much time I spend driving the van, folding laundry on the tv room floor, sitting on the computer, reading someone a book on the couch, etc, and changed my activity level from "mostly standing" to "mostly sitting". Especially seeings how you can count everything from cleaning to shopping towards more activity points, this is really fair.

My points allowance went from 40, to 33 per day, based on those two changes. I still get the 35 weekly flex points (everyone does) and still earn activity points for activity. I don't think I could have handled it when I first started WW and 40 was so constricting...but after over a month in, it's doable. I just have to think about things. A handful of raw mushrooms or some baby carrots are totally free. Or like if I make roasted cauliflower, steamed broccoli and sliced tomatoes with dinner, those are all free (although the olive oil and smart balance involved add a menial couple of points). And I love all that sort of stuff. I mean, a tall frappuccino with whipped cream and everything is only 7, which I can totally plan ahead for and work in without even dipping into flex points.

So this is my first week "doing it right", I guess, with the lowered point number and really staying within my point allowance. This is only day 4 of the first week of that. But I got on the scale this morning. I'm not "supposed" to get on the scale unless it's my scheduled weigh-in day (monday) but I did, because I am a masochist? Because I like feeling hopelessly frustrated and like even if my life is on the line I will still just eat myself literally to death?

It said 219. TWO NINETEEN.

I never thought I'd be psyched about 219. But wtf, I haven't been under 220 in a year and a half or more.

It just gives me a lot of new motivation and ease for sticking with it. Like, geez, if that is what 4 days on the plan can do, let's bring on some whole months and see what happens.




Everyone around here is growing so quickly. Isaac is FIVE. I found a picture of all of them together by the tree at Opa's house, the other day, and while Isaac and Jake look almost the same, Elise is a COMPLETELY different little girl, now, and Aaron is very noticeably different, too.

Our chicks already have real feathers on their wings! Instead of just fluff. And Isaac's seeds have turned into real seedlings of several inches, in under a week. A and A and I were just talking in their room about how Hoppy and Shadow (rabbits) were fluffly little round babies and how weird that seems now.

Time, I tell you what.

Easter

Mar. 23rd, 2008 02:33 pm
altarflame: (burning bush)
We're having a great day home alone as a family, with Grant off. I had Easter baskets I was really happy with ready and waiting with namecards propped in front of them, on the dining table, when I went to bed last night. They like them a lot - rubber stamp supplies with carrot and egg designs, playdoh eggs, new journals for A and A, Lindtor Easter truffles - best of all, these terra cotta "egg plants" I found at Lowe's that you just crack and water and it grows. I am a bad parent for giggling about giving Isaac the pansy.

We had our green eggs and ham like we do every year and have been browsing houses as per usual, but together, which is a nice change. We're going to Jacksonville to browse a couple of properties this week, after our financial avisor meeting.

Ananda, Aaron, Isaac and Grant can all play Super Smash Brothers together on the Wii at once and they love it - we haven't had the Wii out much in weeks.

We're going to be using onion skins, pantyhose and leaves to dye eggs in a little while and if the results are as expected, I will post pictures.

The Three Things dominating my headspace are as follows:

-I sauteed up almost a whole head of minced garlic in oil last night, strained it, and used the drops in my ear, and I am happy to report that my pain is gone - it's just some pressure and that it's still closed, now. I've been using the drops throughout today, too, whenever it starts to feel tender. The swelling is way down. I'm hoping this actually kicks it and doesn't just force the bacteria in there to mutate into super germs that will eat my entire brain. The pain was getting pretty horrible before I cooked up my concoction, I was nearly crying and unable to chew anything. So, this is great.

-Last Easter, we were in the apartment in Boston. I made green eggs and ham in that little rented kitchen with weird pans and we had a plastic egg hunt in the living room. I kept waiting for contractions to start because I really thought an Easter baby would be neato. Obviously it was WEEKS later that she was born, but I didn't know that then...I was huge and it was very very cold out, and we had two different boys choke on halves of those stupid plastic eggs - I hate those things. They're like diaphrams for the throat, I no longer allow them inside at all...it's really hard to get them out even with heimlech'ing, when the rounded end is down in there facing the throat.

But was that really a whole year ago? The time has flown. I can close my eyes and picture the whole place around me. Pink tiled bathroom where I imagined being on all fours in the tub, leaning on the edge, pushing. That big sunny bedroom. It really feels like....5 or 6 months. Time flies when you're "having fun" ;)

-I feel like a real heel because I've got the silly traditional breakfast, I've got the dye supplies, I've got the baskets - but Jesus has been a passing sentence, a flippant explanation. This is the very first Lent since I became Christian that I wasn't even aware it WAS Lent, for like a week into it, and then remembered again two weeks later with a little pang of guilt...I used to have this "There's always next year" outlook that, well, I don't have anymore. I thought that last year then almost died, then screwed up even worse, as far as moving through Lent. We're going to the Easter pageant at the church where A and A and Isaac go to AWANA and VBS, later this evening after egg dyeing and a good dinner, at least. It makes me feel a little better. I have great excuses like business, lack of sleep, new work schedule for G - but I know that the thing is, I would be renewed and better able to deal with all of that if I had taken this opportunity.


Still a good day. I suppose that is what Grace is all about.
altarflame: (new allfour)
I am so hungry. SO HUNGRY! I had red beans and rice with cornbread for dinner, we all got full. But within a couple of hours I was having a hot dog (all beef, cooked on the George Forman and with a whole wheat bun...so sue me :p), and then I ate a kiwi while Grant and I watched Smallville, and just now wolfed down a big navel orange and peanut butter'd bread. I swear that at the bottom of my esophagus, I have a baby positioned on her back with her mouth wide open. Periodically the baby rolls over for a nap, and all nutrition gets re-routed directly to my breasts for Jake. Sheesh.

Related Sidenote: It's so gratifying and cool to make things like homemade cake and cornbread, and loaves of cinnamon raisin bread last week, in and amongst all the normal meal cooking. It's this whole other kind of thing.


Grant got a job offer today from this agency he's connected with online, that hooks him up with one time and temp jobs in our area - it's in Key West tomorrow (2.5-3 hours south of us, where I was born and most of my paternal family still is). So after his morning meetings we'll all go down there, he thought, and the kids and I can see my dad and he can make $250 with a (really) quick job, and we'll have some food somewhere and come home. I called my dad today, to tell him about this, and he was talking about how he might not be able to be awake at all to visit with us because he works 6 pm-6 am tomorrow evening AND this evening (he drives a cab) and he'll have to see, can I call him back in 10 minutes? I waited a bit longer as he was getting ready for work and eating and stuff, then called back but he didn't answer. I waited another hour or two, and called again (after 6 at this point) and he was still at home. Saying he had a flat he had to change out and couldn't make it in tonight. Ok, fine. He could help Grant tomorrow evening with moving this giant LCD screen that is part of the one-time job right before going in to work himself, as long as it would really be a quick thing. "Well, do you think you'll be able to see us before that, around sleeping?" I ask, and he responds, "Oh yeah, tomorrow is my day off." Wha - ? "I thought you said you had to work 6 to 6", I reply, and he counters, "No, Friday is 6-6. I'm off tomorrow." OFF YOUR ROCKER, I'm thinking, but I asked instead, "Are you ok, Dad?" and he said Yeah and acted normal but...does anyone else think that's kind of bizarre? Alzheimers runs in the family, but, well, he's 46. Whatever.


Today is the first day of Lent. Grant and my sister are giving up chocolate, and sweets, respectively, and I'm trying to think of an appropriate sacrifice, but coming up short. I eat pretty well already. It was good for me one year to ditch the computer for Lent, but I'm not addicted to it the way I was then, need to check email regularly for PATH and am taking courses online, now...Fasting is not really an option in the third trimester of pregnancy with a nursling. I think, the more I consider it honestly, that the best and most beneficial thing for me to do would be a sacrifice of time in carving out a morning period to read scripture every day. Before I do anything else that the kids don't immediately need (cleaning, friends' page, cooking myself something elaborate, calling my sister, etc). I rarely have the discipline to keep up with any sort of regular devotional time, but it makes a huge difference in my life when I do. And this Lent is a time when faith and a tangeable connection to God will really benefit me, as I prepare for birth. This baby is even due on Easter, so how is that for cool. I can't help but feel I blew it today - every Ash Wednesday that I don't mark my forehead, or go to a service somewhere, or already have my sacrifice in place, I feel so lax. At least the kids knew it was Ash Wednesday and what that means, and I've been thinking about it, I suppose.

We did so much schoolwork today. Two hours straight of sit-down work may not sound like a lot if you are thinking of public school schedules, but really, for a 5 and 6 year old who "do school" every day and all year around, it's quite a bit. Ananda was reading short stories that were all out of order, and then putting the sentences in the right sequence, working on vowel teams like "oi" and "ai", and doing some excercises in synonyms and antonyms. Aaron was reading simple sentences and picking 1 of 3 words to go in the blank - like, "He has a ___ hat", choices being the, big and is. And some review concepts like under/over, between, left and right, left TO right, and capital letters at the beginning of names.


My Jacob is at that special "pain in the butt" phase that comes shortly after turning 1. He still sleeps like a dream, naps reliably and without much bother on my part, is still by far the most expressive and most affectionate baby I've ever had. He's still content on long car trips or stroller jaunts, as well as having a decent attention span for books, songs and even, unfortunately, PBSKids shows that the others watch. Eats anything without complaint, even raw red pepper slices or spinach leaves. Yet he's not exempt from THAT AGE. Digging in the trash 3-5 times a day, moving dining chairs to stand on and pull things off the craft shelves twice a day, getting a little art table chair to go reach something somewhere else in the house 1-2 times a day, grabbing things that have been left too close to the edge of the counters (knives, spillable cups, wallets that can then be emptied, cell phones that then call China) half a dozen times a day at least. He bolts for the front, back, bathroom, office, oven, dishwasher or fridge door anytime they're opened, at lightning speed (at least a dozen cumulative times per day). Then there is the nonstop "drag and drop", as I call it, that Isaac is just outgrowing - wherein toddlers just pick up anything of interest, carry it until the next thing catches their eye, and then drop it wherever they are to pick up said next thing. Two hours of a single toddler dragging and dropping can have your entire house strewn with clutter. And of course he blatantly refuses to stay dressed indoors, can get out of ANY diaper we own, and pees and poops on the floor regularly as a result. The kid can undo snapping covers, snapping pocket diapers, he can get through whatever double knotted tight drawstring longies I've put on him to the velcro fitted beneath...ISAAC can't even take off a shirt by himself, but Jake has mastered it. I'm grateful that he's for whatever reason accepting of having to be fully clothed while out, and he is cool in that he ALWAYS comes to me and tells me he's peed or pooped immediately and leads me to it...but I'm getting a little tired of scrubbing the carpet. And he's nowhere near toilet training. It's like having a puppy.


I want to write more, but I can't think of anything but how hungry I am and finding something else in the kitchen O_o
altarflame: (burning bush)
There is this song, it's by this Jewish reggae rapper Grant is listening to (seriously, the guy is in full beard and yamaca breaking it down). It says;

Stripping away the layers that reveal your soul,
You've got to give yourself up
And then you become whole


Anyway, yeah, my coping mechanisms - food, sex, the internet - are all flying out the window one by one and it's left me accutely aware of all the different things that make me need a coping mechanism to begin with. It's really introspective and deep and long winded but basically boils down to me working through a lot of crap I probably should have a long time ago. I cry a few times a day and go off on these rambling diatribes to Grant about how I'm a mess, I can't do this, I am my childhood, I can't believe how controlled by my childhood I am, etc etc. Some of the things that have come clear to me are;

-I say self-deprecating things to people and then if they don't argue with me I assume they agree and get very hurt. Like I will walk into the office and say, "Grant I know I'm just being really stupid and I shouldn't even ask but do you think you could ____?" And if he just says "Of course I will", or "I don't think I can right now", I think "He DOES think I'm stupid and shouldn't even ask!!" Seriously, I get hurt and freaked out. Really though I use those disclaimers CONSTANTLY so Grant basically doesn't even hear them anymore.
-I've realized that a lot of my neurosis - like not being able to sleep because I think someone is going to sneak in and kill the children, or being certain Grant will cheat on me when he's nothing but trustworthy - are about not being able to trust anything to last. I spent the first 16 years of my life moving every 5 months and starting at 13 different schools, and with adults coming and going like musical chairs. I don't know how to honestly believe Grant and I could grow old together, or let myself hope my kids will grow up without getting cancer, and so instead I cling and freak out over hypothetical situations to such an extent that it would almost be a relief if my fears came to pass because then I'd have nothing to lose and could stop feeling so vulnerable. One positive offshoot of this is that I think I manage to do so many things each day with each kid and nto go to bed and cherish each evening with Grant and so on, consistently, because it always feels urgent to me to do those things. I don't feel like "Tomorrow is another day"...ever. I get horribly sad and achy imagining not having afternoon tea one day or not reading to the kids one night, I don't think you need an occassion to bake from scratch or make a big breakfast, and nothing needs to be pressing for me to stay up until 4 am to do it. Basically I just don't know how to get comfortable and "Settle in" to this life. Any life. Everything is vital and life and death or something.
-And I have to affirm my existence at every turn. I have (literally) over a dozen FILLED spiral notebooks of journaling, and going on 4 years of LJ, and I also am right now keeping a journal for Jake and a bible study journal...because somehow it all validates me. And I'm finding that not journaling makes me feel panicky and insubstantial. I've realized that all day, moment to moment, I'm mentally archiving and things feel almost intangible if I can't immortalize them with words.

My little sister, who somewhere along the line surpassed me as her psychology teacher and became wise, thinks this is all about self worth. She thinks I don't have any self esteem and that's what all of this boils down to - me not feeling I deserve a life that will still be there tomorrow, or even that I deserve to be able to make an unqualified statement. And that perhaps what I'm really afraid of isn't that I would lose anyone or anything, but that I could go on if I did and eventually be ok again. She may or may not be right. Meanwhile it is all getting easier, gradually. There is a part of me that didn't even want to use the computer today. It feels like some sort of drug almost to me right now, taking the edge off of real life and allowing me to float along without riding out the rough spots. It's easier to look at all the pretty things people are making in [livejournal.com profile] food_porn and read all the latest news headlines on yahoo and browse around ebay for teapots and wonder who's had their baby yet on my friends' page, then it is to find a way to be in the moment.

I get all manic and nutso with the computer off, there's no default place in the house for me to sit without it, nothing to distract me while I nurse or walk back and forth and glance at as I pace with a fussy Jake. I catch myself doing laps around the house while everyone else is busy with some idle persuit or other.

I ponder the meaning of Lent from many different angles.

Lent is about walking through a 40 day fast with Christ.
Lent is about suffering, and each time you suffer, offering it up to God as a remembrance of how Jesus' suffered for us.
Lent is about dying to the world to be reborn in the spirit come Easter.
Apparently Lent is about stripping away the layers that reveal your soul, giving yourself up so that you become whole.
altarflame: (burning bush)
So this is my lil' farewell post. I don't have much time and I also don't even have the big kids in bed, as the babies have been so hard to get down tonight, so forgive me the following -

Heather! I'm thinking about you every day and have so many things I want to say to you. I also have a HUGE package here for you, of clothes and shoes for Tempest and freaking steel cut oats like you said you've never had and even new baby things. I really have to weigh the damned thing and get another box because it all doesn't fit in this one anymore, and get to you with postage. Expect the figure Sunday. My offer still stands "despite" the season; please know that I really mean that and don't hesitate if you need me. Even Jesus did miracles on "the day of rest" because it was "The spirit of the law" that mattered.

Dama, Thank you for your review, and it's fine that it took awhile :) I know it was kind of long to read and to read aloud. I would love to hear more thoughts on it, even if it will be a few days til I see them. I am itching for feedback and felt all giddy sending it to you because nobody but Grant and Ananda had previously been exposed. I think I'm only now realizing (because of that silly love languages book) just how much I search for "affirming words".

Sara, where the heck are you? Get your freakin' laptop back! I've posted pictures! I miss you!

And POPPY and JENNE - have the dang ol babies already!!! I'll be checking on Sunday for labor progress, I expect to see infant pictures. That's my final word on the subject.

If you've been emailing me about dolls, I am working on them. If you want to contact me about dolls, I'll be on on Sundays. And I will be making "blanks" (unaccessorized doll bodies) that I can quickly jazz up with hair, wings etc, as well as possibly doing some fully finished dolls and just posting them for sale.

NOW...

My plan is to fill up the time I'd normally be on the internet with
A. Constructive, productive activities like crocheting for money and homeschool activities and housecleaning, but mainly
B. Getting closer to God. I have a lenten daily devotional called "Show Me the Way" by Henri J. M. Nouwen and "The Theology of the Body", by the late Pope, here in addition to my normal bible study, that I'd like to get to every day instead of every third day, and my regular daily devotional, that I should really be doing more than every other day :p I'll still be alternating Sundays going to church with Grant but I'd also like to go to some other services like Maundy Thursday and Ash Wednesday stuff, morning masses through the week over at Sacred Heart, etc.

And as previously implied, I will be taking Sundays as "little Easters" and using the internet then. So I will be checking up on all my peeps and at least saying something to ya'll. Or y'all. Or however it's spelled.

P.S. Play nice in my previous thread. I haven't seen anything even mildly resembling it so far, but if anyone does start in with personal attacks it's gonna be a lot of deleting and banning when I see...some people are really laying themselves out bare and vulnerable and I'd like it to be safe for them. And fyi, I do not get my comments emailed to me, so anything left "leave and delete" style will go unseen. Feel free to actually email me, though. I do get those :p
altarflame: (burning bush)
I'm having a bit of an intense night. Finding myself wounded by every obscene and vulgar thing on tv, bruised inside from my own lack of self-control...Happy and at peace with my re-found connection to the Holy Spirit but wanting to go deeper. Talking to Don (pastor I'd like to do our ceremony) last night really made me remember how it was to regularly be in contact with people who saw the whole world from a Christlike perspective. The man is a walking vessel* and just hearing his voice effected me so much.

I sat outside on the sidewalk tonight, as I am wont to do, and talked to God for a long time about how scared I am of really going out on a limb and trusting Him the way I have before. I felt reassured by every breath of wind, and realized that I do a lot of very compulsive and questionable things to cope. I run to the internet, grab something to eat or start having fantasies of some kind at every point throughout the day that I get bored, sad, impatient, lonely, *insert other negative feelings here*. I've been very aware of these "opportunities" that I have right now - to walk through Lent one step at a time, to abstain until our wedding, those kinds of things. I know I will feel a deep sense of loss and dissapointment and a fresh swell of bitterness if I let them pass me by unused.

I also started thinking of how I hide behind Grant, from my own faith. I judge his actions and his state whenever I wish I were doing things the right way, I say "We should blah blah blah" and act as if I can't move forward or grow without him, because I'm scared of being apart, and I lean on him when it holds me back AND holds him down. And that's not good for either of us, or us.

I have a very deep desire to be cleansed, to start the rest of my life on the right foot. I want to be ready for marriage as a sacrament, and worthy of this incredibly, crazily important role of "Mother", and all of it...

I actually feel called to give up the computer for Lent. It's one of those tugs inside of me that I'd rather ignore because it makes me feel kind of queasy. Really, giving up the computer for Lent and abstaining (like, in thought and deed) until the wedding is a huge crazy deal, I feel like I will have a very hard time here and there but an amazing time and a lot of peace and like I could be transformed into a whole new creature at the end of it all. I want to grow again. I like Tina+Jesus, who happily teaches classes full of little kids and brings dying strangers fried chicken and paperbacks, not Tina-Jesus who hates everyone elses' kids and sees others as kind of a hassle.

So, yeah. Stepping out of my comfort zone, leaping from the cliff and keeping my eyes open on the freefall, all of that sort of thing. I forgot that "faith like a mustard seed" can REALLY FEEL like endless possibility, and change everything from the inside out.

*The story of Don, just one of several ministers who changed my life and brought me to unfailing faith )

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