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Aaaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiieeeeeeeehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!
Yep, I definitely feel like I’m on a rollercoaster right now, which is why I haven’t posted an update in a while. And as for real, fabulous, chunky, meaty substance, this isn’t going to be much of a post, either. But it’s going to be an update. Take it or leave it. 
Hmmmmm… Where to begin?
A) We have been visiting new churches recently. We had found a church that we thought denominationally met our needs and had been attending since October of 2006. But, it was very, very big. Big, as in too big for us to even get a call or card from anyone when the babies were born. Big, as in corporate enough that there didn’t seem to really be any need for new volunteers, since everyone kind of had their thing going on already. Big, as in, well, just too big for us to feel at home. We’ve become weirdo country folks over the last few years, and like small town living, and the small town feel. Which brings me to our second problem with the other church– it’s in the main city almost a half an hour drive from where we live now. So, that basically limited us to Sunday morning participation since we don’t head into town every day. Something in our town (which is actually about a five minute drive since we don’t technically live in town anymore) would mean we could do Wednesday nights, Sunday afternoons, and more. And then there’s my third problem with the old church– it is very much a “we are the only right way” kind of denomination that isn’t very good with ecumenical interactions. As much as I liked the church and its beliefs, I kind of have a hard time believing that any of the other Christian denominations are heading to Hell en masse simply because their flavor of Christianity isn’t the right kind. Shoot, I don’t think I completely believe that people of other religions than Christianity are definitely going to Hell en masse, for that matter. So, if being an exclusivist Believer is a requirement, I’m really going to be a crappy church member. Anyway, we believe we’ve found a new church home in our own little town, and we really like it. It’s a small church, with lots of room to grow and opportunities to serve, and the people are fabulous. And while it is a denominational church (Methodist), I don’t get the feeling it’s all that exclusivist.
B) We’ve begun our homeschool year, and all the activities that come along with it. We started back to our year on September 17. We’ve also started the boys back to Cub Scouts (one is a second year Webelos and on track so far to have the Arrow of Light award, as well as every possible Webelos badge, and the other is a Tiger Cub), and Sassy Pants started back to American Heritage Girls. We’re doing Scout popcorn sales and AHG candy bar sales, and I have to say that once again, I remember why I hate fundraisers. The two oldest are now in a homeschool Chess Club for 3rd grade and up once a week, my Webelos boy went to his first Boy Scouts campout over last weekend, and I took the four youngest munchkins on a field trip to an upstate farm. At the campout, big guy learned how to canoe and much more, and at the farm we learned about beekeeping, sheep herding, and got to eat goat and emu chili. We start our science unit on astronomy tonight! 
C) The babies are fabulous! They’re now rolling over, trying to sit up, talking, cooing, and beginning to interact with each other. They weigh almost 17 pounds each at almost 5 months, and are in size 6-12 months clothing. As much as people made fun of us for wanting a 4th child, and as much as I almost had a heart attack when the sonographer told us it was a 5th one too, I can’t imagine life without both of them. They’re both very easy and very sweet babies; the only part that is sometimes hard is that there’s two of them.
D) The house is coming along great. I got it all organized (at least well enough to have company) before Sassy Pants’s 7th birthday party on September 22. It gets DARN COLD in there early mornings on cold nights. Winter is going to suck a fat one. Luckily, some friends from our new church have some farm land that needs clearing, so we’ll be able to get boatloads of firewood one day in October when we go to help clear it out. Hopefully we can use the wood stove and bedroom space heaters wisely enough and avoid a killer gas bill this winter.
E) I’ve begun work on writing the book I’ve always threatened to write. I’m almost done with the introduction, and will occasionally post updates here about how far I am. The goal is to write about 10 pages a week. And no, self-centered, self-absorbed, manipulative crazy person, it’s not about you. So get over yourself.
F) The hubster took a second job a couple of weeks ago. We really want to be able to buy this house, which will require getting ahead financially. We’ve been doing a so-so job of treading water and making teeny progress towards paying off more debt, but that won’t get us where we want to be when we want to be there. So, we’re going to continue to live off of job #1 for our regular expenses, and use 100% of the money from job #2 to pay off debts and begin to save up towards a downpayment on the house. If I could find a job I could do without abandoning the kids and giving up the SAHM and homeschooling, I would do that. We’re just about ready to get radical if it gets us out of debt faster.
G) What kind of space cadet makes snotty comments to someone who OBVIOUSLY believes in having a big family about thinking that big families are bad? Seriously? It’s been over a month now since someone offended me and the hubster– someone we both care about very much– and it’s still a sore spot with us. The person was drunk at the time of the offending comments, so hubs and I were both wise enough to refuse to take the bait or try to engage in such an important conversation with someone who was obviously enebriated, but it definitely ticked us off. I’m going to update the family philosophy page of this blog to reflect what we believe about family size.
That’s about it for the updates for now. I was going to add in a few pictures to the post, but time and technical constraints force me to save that for another post.
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happy birthday to me
happy birthday to me
happy birthday, old lady
happy birthday to me!
Can’t wait ’til tonight to go see my annual meteor shower. What a birthday gift! Thank you, God!
Two weekends ago was a FIASCO of a weekend. I didn’t blog about it here, but suffice to say it was a prime example of how Murphy’s Law can be demonstrated in a family’s life. Over and over and over. I started off the weekend with best intentions, including listing two beds and a large TV on Freecycle just to get them out of my storage unit and attic. Two nice families were going to take the beds, and the TV was going to be delivered to a local children’s home that responded to my ad so that their boys would have a TV if they ever could afford to get a game station of some sort. I was so excited to be donating the TV, that I called up my sweetheart of a little brother to ask if he’d donate his old Nintendo 64. Turns out, he sold that Nintendo years ago, but since he only plays his Gamecube and XBOX360, he donated his nice Playstation 2, and a bunch of games.
We were about to head into town to pick up the TV from our storage unit and take it to the children’s home cottage, when the family who wanted the bed from our attic called and asked if they could come pick it up. We said sure, and I decided to go check out the leaky spigot on the back of the house while waiting for them to arrive. Long story short, the pipes were OLD, and after gently twisting the spigot a little to see how hard it would be to replace, the entire pipe broke and we had to turn off water the the whole house. We tried calling a plumber, but couldn’t reach anyone at first. And then, the family who came to get the bed managed to break the spring on our attic ladder and left before we noticed. GRRR! So, in South Carolina in the ridiculous heat of a July day, my husband and 10 year old climbed into the attic, and I held the door shut for ten minutes while they fixed the spring. I opened the attic to let them out, and SPROING!!!!! The spring came off again. So, back into the sweltering attic they went, for round two of fix-the-spring. Ten minutes later, they emerged, smelling like camels and soaked to the bone with sweat. With no water to do so much as wash their hands, much less take a shower.
Frustrated, I called the family that wanted the bed from the storage unit and the children’s home houseparent and let them know we’d just have to bring their things Sunday, and we went to swim at my dad’s house so the kids and my husband could rinse off. While there, I managed to reach a plumber, who came by the house that afternoon and got the water working again, just before dinner and bedtime. That was Saturday, July 7.
Sunday morning of the 8th, we woke up and decided things would be different. We skipped out of Sunday morning church because we accidentally overslept (we usually attend Saturday vigil anyway), got up and ready, and went to the storage unit after lunch. The family who wanted our storage bed met us there and picked it up. And then, the real fun began. On Friday, I had arranged with the storage unit rental office to move all of our things into a smaller unit in a different building on the other side of the property, since we’d be getting rid of a lot of stuff and never really needed the bigger one to begin with. So, we borrowed a pickup and a hand truck from the family business, and spent an hour and a half loading up our pickup. The kids worked so hard, and I was so proud of them for all pitching in! And the babies slept peacefully in the back of the minivan the entire time. Once we got it all loaded, we were so excited to have it all finished, loaded up the truck and minivan, and drove across the property to the building where our new, smaller, unlocked unit awaited.
At least that’s how we had envisioned it.
When we went inside the building to find our new unit, it had a lock on it. A big, red lock. I called the office, hoping it would have an after-hours phone number for situations like this, but no. So I left a frantic message begging for help from anyone who might check the messages over the weekend. And then I went back to the building with the locked unit, and check the doors of EVERY unit, hoping to find one unlocked that we could claim. Locks. On every door, even. After half an hour more of brainstorming some way to make lemonade out of lemons, I gave up. We decided to move everything back into our old unit. But first, someone was going to feel my pain, at least a little.
By now, both babies were in their car seats screaming their heads off. I got into the van with the babies, rolled all the windows up and closed the doors (to improve the sound quality, of course), sat in the middle of the van between the two screaming babies, and called the storage unit office voicemail one more time, with babies howling in the background foreground.
“Hello, this is Christy again. We’ve decided to move everything back into the old unit. We will not be able to borrow a truck again until next weekend. And I’ll look forward to hearing from you Monday so we can work out some way, perhaps a big credit on our account, that we can make this all a little more fair. Thank you very much!”
And then, with babies screaming, and our 5 year old son crying, “Mommy PLEASE don’t make us move it all back– I don’t wanna move it all back,” my sweet husband and I moved all the big stuff quickly into the unit. Then I sat in the van and nursed babies while my husband and children made a billion trips to move the rest of the small stuff. It took an hour to move it all back in.
We needed something to make us happy, so we took all my brother’s PS2 games (which were all rated T) to our local used game shop, explained that they had been donated but would not be appropriate for the children’s home, and asked if we could get some credit to swap out for rated E games. The game store manager was so sweet, he gave us full retail credit, and we got 6 new, fun games for the boys. We called over to the cottage, and went by to deliver the TV, PS2, and games ourselves. Our kids LOVED it, and the looks on those boys’ faces were priceless! What fun!
Anyway, that was the weekend before last.
I was hoping, praying, that this weekend would be better. And it was!
Friday afternoon we moved our stuff to the new storage unit (I got my credit, by the way). Friday evening, we left the three oldest kids in good hands, and the Mr. and I got to go out on a pseudo date (milkshakes at Hardee’s while the babies slept in their car seats next to us). Saturday was spent preparing food, playing with my new birthday present (which will be announced once I have time to post about it properly), and enjoying family time. And Sunday was spent in family time until the afternoon, when our new friends came over for a cookout. We had so much fun, the kids played well, and the grownups had a great time! We were even able to discuss religion over dinner without things falling apart (we’re Catholic, they’re Adventists), which is no small feat on a “first date” with new buddies. And the dad is cool, which is a good thing. Many of the dads we meet in this area are macho Bubba types, so meeting another nice, semi-progressive dude was a good thing. At one point, the other mom and I walked from the kitchen to the livingroom to find the two dads there talking, each one with a baby in their arms. Sweet!
So, I woke up this morning feeling slightly tired out from visiting into the evening, but feeling very, VERY much at peace and content. It’s amazing what a refreshing and fun weekend can do for the spirit.
With at least 2 to 6 weeks left to go.
Just to give you an idea of how I ended up this way:
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Last week, I emailed a picture of my band I direct to the local paper. Not only did they publish the photo, they even included a nice little article about how cool it is that a private school that small can have a band program! Awesome! Unfortunately for my long-distance pals, the article is not available at their web site (they only put up the cover story, obits, and editorial online), and I’m not about to retype the whole thing. But, suffice to say that it is pretty cool!
We got a new camera yesterday to replace the broken one. Excellent! Flickr users beware!
… was good. Ahhhhhhhh.
I got my two new books from Amazon yesterday, and read all two hundred and something pages of Podcast Solutions in one sitting. I am now convinced that I cannot release another podcast until after I have my new recording and editing setup. And by the way, check this out: quite possibly the coolest audio software I’ve seen yet. It will be mine. Oh yes, it will be mine.
I then set myself to sorting through the pile of invoices I had brought home from work. Year end is a sucky time to work in the accounting department of a moderate-sized business that stocks hundreds of thousands of dollars of inventory (with almost $2 mil annual sales) and has only two bookkeepers. The next week will be super-busy, so forgive me if I don’t blog as much as usual over the next couple of weeks. In any case, I got a lot done by bringing some of my work home, and in the background– My Name is Earl and The Office– my two favorite shows. Yes!
Afterwards, I read the first chapter of Founding Mothers: The Women Who Raised our Nation. Whaddya know– it’s on Eliza Pinckney, from my home state! What a tough chick she was. We’d probably be great friends.
And then, we crawled into bed and turned on PBS. I’d never seen Independent Lens before, but I will definitely try to catch it again in the future. My favorite was the little film on the Raftman– too funny, too good!
So, this is sort of a slacker post, but year end is crazy, and hey, you’re the silly person who sat here and read it anyway. Who’s the slacker, now?
A real post coming soon.
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