indiscriminate thoughts and pictures

I am always using the word 'random' in the title of my posts, so I thought I would find a synonym to keep you interested in my arbitrary posts. I used my handy dandy thesaurus and came up with the above title. Are you interested yet? Probably not. This is where those of you who are here to read something spiritual in nature click onto another blog and the rest of you simply read out of boredom. So, for those of you who are leaving, I don't blame you in the least and the rest of you, I am sorry for the stream of consciousness ahead.

*First, let me get something off my chest about the train wreck that was American Idol Broadway Edition (Jennifer Partin, I am sorry for the Idol chat - I know it isn't a hit in Japan - skip to the next * assuming, of course, you are still reading). I have always heard of Andrew Lloyd Weber. I knew that he was famous; however I did not know what he was famous for. Now I know and I realize I was more impressed before I actually knew (don't worry, it makes sense to me). I fail to see how Broadway tunes fit in with vying for the position of hottest rock star in America.

I admit that when it comes to Broadway, I just don't get it. Maybe it's my Appalachian roots (aka hillbilly) or maybe I am just way too uncultured, but I hate all things Broadway. When I think of Broadway, I think of Sodom and Gomorrah - sorry, but I do. I went to see Cats in New York and was sick that I wasted my money to watch a bunch of adults prowl around in leotards acting like felines. Is that really entertainment? If so, I am proud to be a redneck.

As far as the performances, the boy with the unfortunate hair gets on my last nerve. He looks just like a girl I went to high school with (only her hair was clean and untangled). His facial expressions are horrendous and his performances are (in the words of Simon) abysmal (my opinion of course). Maybe it's because he looks like a crunchy granola, hemp sandal wearing, tree hugger --- I might be relating him to Al Gore in my mind and you all know how I feel about Al Gore (not that I am judging him - you know I am not one to judge!).

This is not going to be a popular opinion, but it's mine and I claim it---David Archuleta has a nice voice, but he needs to go back to his middle school already! He is so painfully awkward to me....in a few years and after he finishes puberty, he will rock the stage, I am sure, but now.....ugh. I feel sure that he will continue to get votes as long as 12 yr old girls and grandmothers have access to phones and text messages. He seems to be a hit with the under 13 and over 65 crowd in the contiguous United States as well as Alaska and Hawaii.

If David Cook wins and Brooke White comes in second I will be happy. I, of course, want Brooke to get a recording contract, but I think David Cook IS the American Idol

* Now with that out of the way, let me move on to another subject that is causing me pain. Like my feet, my back, my arms, legs and fingers that are splintered. Yes, folks, you read me right - I hurt. Yesterday, I spent hours in the hot sun loading a huge dumpster (is there a 'p' in dumpster?) with scrap building materials. I don't mean a little dumpster like the ones behind your local McDonald's - I mean a tractor-trailer size dumpster! Some of the things these people call scrap are extremely large and cumbersome for an out of shape 35 year old person (even though I AM freakishly strong). I have splinters in almost all my fingers - it ain't pretty.
I know what you are thinking, "Why didn't you wear gloves?" Because apparently a load of sheet rock was placed on top of my gloves. Unfortunate to say the least.

*Its almost Bible School time again. For the past several years, I have been in charge of preschool crafts. So, its time for me to come up with some Western (that is our theme this year) crafts for the 5 and under crowd........any suggestions would be greatly appreciated.

*I have a blister on the bottom of my foot - on the bottom!!!! What up with that? Yesterday was Relay for Life at my son's school. They raise money for our local Ronald McDonald House by collecting pledges and walking for them. I walked in my new comfortable sandals. Apparently they aren't as comfortable as I thought, thus the unsightly blister on the bottom of my already aching feet.....that is how things tend to go for me, people.

*Lake starts guitar lessons next week. Says he really wants to learn. He spends much of his time with the toy guitar we bought him a couple of years ago for Christmas writing songs (the guitar only has 4 strings left - my boys are hard on instruments I think). I will try to video his latest hit and post it soon. It is entitled, "Jesus is Good all the Time". He may not be the next guitar hero, but at least he knows what's important in life.

* Hey Jenny, I know it's late but are you really STILL awake?

*Luann, I tried to comment on your blog today, but I got an error message in the comment box..........my computer is messed up. Those people at Norton keep sending me pop-ups that say my account expired three days ago.......guess I should take care of that.

*Dust bunnies are real. I know because they are everywhere in my house and they just keep multiplying.

*We have to go to Knoxville today to pick up some brick that will finish the brick job on our house. It is an hour and a half drive. We had to go a couple of weeks ago and we ended up eating here and shopping here, so it's a pretty good deal for everyone involved.

*Did I mention that I am sunburned?

*Yesterday while I did man's work at our new house, my boys played in the mounds of dirt behind the house. When we got home at 9 pm last night (yes, I know it was a school night) all you could see was their teeth and eyes. No amount of cleaner could help my bathtub. When we move, I am going to tell people that the bathtub is SUPPOSED to be tan.

*I went to Verizon wireless to see about getting a new cell phone the other day. Kaden went with me. Kaden has issues with constipation and a general dislike for all things relating to poop. He had to go to the bathroom, but wouldnt - he just kept walking around with his tail sticking out. I pretended like there was nothing wrong while I talked to a nice man named Ty. Finally Ty said, "Does he have to use the bathroom?" I said, "Why yes, I believe he does". I have learned that when all else fails act like you are oblivious. This is a small store - 2 desks a few phones and a restroom. So Ty directs me to the restroom which is approximately 3 feet away from his desk and 4 feet away from the other 4 people in the store. We get into the bathroom and I set Kaden on the toilet. He starts crying and he screams "You're hurting me". I wasnt touching him, but he means that I am hurting him by making him go to the bathroom (told you he has issues). Over and over he screams "You're hurting me!". He will not go. Finally, I pull his pants up and make my way out to where all the people are staring at me as if I just beat my child in a horrific way. I continued to talk to Ty for a moment and then made a ladylike exit (as ladylike as one can be in that situation). We decided to keep our account with Sprint (we thought it might keep Child Protective Services from being able to locate us)

*I love to read Christian fiction (you know, like Redeeming Love, etc). I would love for you guys to tell me your favorite Christian fiction books......I might actually get to read one this summer between moving, VBS, swimming lessons, guitar lessons, vacations, etc. etc..........okay, maybe not, but still tell me your favs so I can buy them and place them on my shelves to read when my kids are grown up or when I am in the nursing home whichever comes first.

The welcome sight of the boom truck carrying our sheet rock and loading it into the upstairs.

View from kitchen to family room - I need a maid - sadly I AM the maid.

View from living toom into foyer - those are stairs covered in black plastic so no one walks on them yet

Kaden on his daddy's tractor - yes that is a porta-potty in the background - the guys who are building our house have to go somewhere.