Trapped

I'm in need of serious prayer right now. I don't know what changed this week, for me-or if this has been growing for awhile, and is just now noticeable, but I feel trapped. Trapped, by my beloved Santa Cruz. My home, my dream, the place i always longed to be, is strangling me. Maybe, i tell myself, it's just a mood, maybe it's because you are pregnant and scared-scared of how expensive this place is, how the price of living here just keeps rising, and rising; and the thoughts tumble through my brain, chokingly-how are we going to raise 4 kids here? How are we going to have ten kids here, like I hope? I was looking through the classifieds at rentals and realized the futility-what use would it be, to move to another two bedroom? Which is at the very limit of what we can afford. And then I come back to faith-the realization that we have never lacked here, that God has led us here, that He has used us here in mighty ways. We have touched lives and forged heartstrings and there are friends here i dearly love. I need the peace and trust to look around, to stay in the moment, to rest in the fact that right now, this moment, this month, this year, we have everything we need. We always have everything we need. Never more or less. I need to stop looking at the needs of the future and freaking out. Jesus is taking care of us.

Grammie Fix
Church on Easter

I passed my blood glucose tolerance test!
In other words, diabetes free-yay!

I thought this was funny

The Pitch *


It's late in the winter of 2005. Hillary and Obama are having lunch in the Senate Dining Room, brainstorming campaign ideas to pitch to the Democratic National Committee.

Obama: Why don't they have salsa on the table?

Hillary: What do you need salsa for?

Obama: Salsa is now the number one condiment in America.

Hillary: You know why? Because people like to say "salsa." "Excuse me, do you have salsa?" "We need more salsa." "Where is the salsa? No salsa?"

Obama: You know it must be impossible for a Spanish person to order seltzer and not get salsa. (Angry) "I wanted seltzer, not salsa."

Hillary: "Don't you know the difference between seltzer and salsa?? You have the seltzer after the salsa!"

Obama: (Just throwing it out there): This should be the campaign.

Hillary: What?

Obama: This. Just arguing. Arguing about nothing.

Hillary (Dismissing): Yeah, right.

Obama: No I'm serious. That sounds like a good idea.

Hillary: Just arguing? What's the campaign about?

Obama: It's about nothing.

Hillary: No real policies?

Obama: No, forget the policies.

Hillary: You've got to have policies.

Obama: Who says you gotta have policies? Remember when we were voting for... for that Senate resolution that proclaimed 'making good people feel good is a good thing' that time? That could be a whole presidential campaign.

Hillary: And who is running in this campaign about nothing? Who are the candidates?

Obama: I could be a candidate.

Hillary: You?

Obama: Yeah. You could run for President as a woman who is not really a woman, except when you cry, and I could run for President as a black man who is not really a black man, except when I go to church. Democrats would buy it. They really would. They're Democrats!

Hillary: So, on my campaign trail in 2008, there's a candidate following me around named Barack Hussein Obama?

Obama: Yeah. There's something wrong with that? I'm candidential. People are always saying to me, "You know you're a quite a candidate."

Hillary: And who else is on the campaign trail in this campaign about nothing?

Obama: That poof Edwards could be a candidate. Kucinich....

Hillary: Now he's a candidate..... So everybody I know is a candidate in the campaign?

Obama: Right.

Hillary: And it's about nothing?

Obama: Absolutely nothing.

Hillary: So you're saying, I go in to the DNC, and tell them I got this idea for a campaign about nothing.

Obama: WE go into the DNC.

Hillary: "We"? Since when are you experienced enough?

Obama (Scoffs): Experience. We're talking to Democrats.

Hillary: You want to go with me to the DNC?

Obama: Yeah. I think we really go something here.

Hillary: What do we got?

Obama: A concept.

Hillary: What concept?

Obama: A concept for a winning presidential campaign.

Hillary: I still don't know what the concept is!

Obama: It's a campaign about HOPE AND CHANGE. It's about nothing!

Hillary: Right. Who does HOPE and who does CHANGE?

Obama: I'll do HOPE and CHANGE because I can do nothing about them. You can do EXPERIENCE because you don't really have any. All these Republican candidates are going to campaign on something. We'll campaign on nothing!

Hillary: So, we go into the DNC, we tell them we've got an idea for a campaign about nothing.

Obama: Exactly.

Hillary: They say, "What's your campaign about?" I say, "Nothing."

Obama: There you go.

Hillary (After a moment of pause): I think you may have something there.

Diapers

I had resigned myself mentally to diaper duty for many many years. It's the only drag for me, as a parent. Well, I was wrong. My diaper changing days are OVER. Gone, stolen, disappeared forever. Well, at least until Bella loses interest. I let her change one of Abby's nasty diapers the other day, after days of pleading every time i changed one, and that girl won't even let me near the diapers now. She checks her diaper at lest 4 times an hour. In addition, she rinses the dishes for me, and does all the vacuuming. All on her own. It's so sweet. And Hannah washes the floor. I don't think I will have to change any diapers when the baby comes. I'm so glad I get to be around my kids all day-seeing them grow and bloom and become responsible.

I work on Sunday nights at my churches coffeeshop. I work pretty late, i get home around ten. Anyway-this is what i came home to last sunday night. Isabella made it for me.