Less than a week into Lent and I'm already failing. I actually completely forgot to post last night until I had already finished my other half of my Lent thing this year, which is back to prayer. I'm doing the prayer thing again this year, but I'm trying it a little differently. I've been trying to listen to other people and pray for the needs that I overhear. This hasn't been going terribly well, admittedly. It seems like the most I hear from people is in the workplace, so I guess I need to get out more. I've amended it slightly so that I can account for this and have been praying more for the needs of others that I know about in general. My hope was that it would deepen my faith along with opening my eyes up to the needs of others more. It's been an interesting thing to enter into this Lent, though, as I've noticed that I've been turning my attention more to the will of God and what it means to be a Christian.
I will probably be talking more about this.
March 7, 2017
Cranky Banana
I finished reading the campfire story I was talking about yesterday and now I'm like 95% sure Kris wasn't involved. But I am 100% sure I wanted her to be. It was a long story. It took me half an hour to read it without interruption. It got pretty confusing toward the end. There was a lot of characters and a lot of authors so I think we started to lose track of the events while we were writing it. I wanna write another one. I wonder if I could convince anyone to write with me (looking at you Kris). Maybe we could start one on this blog. That's not a bad idea.... maybe I should actually talk to Kris directly instead of typing out my thoughts as they come to me. It's anarchy up in this post!
An unprecedented thing happened today. Marshall is asleep in his crib! It's a nap miracle! He usually sleeps in his crib at night but during the day, he always takes his naps on me. Every once in a while, I'll attempt to put him down during his nap, but he always wakes up. Except for today! Maybe he's extra tired from all the waking up and crying he did last night. He's teething again and not very happy about it. He lets me know loudly at midnight. Then he flops back and hits his dad on the back. He just doesn't want anyone to sleep when he's miserable.
An unprecedented thing happened today. Marshall is asleep in his crib! It's a nap miracle! He usually sleeps in his crib at night but during the day, he always takes his naps on me. Every once in a while, I'll attempt to put him down during his nap, but he always wakes up. Except for today! Maybe he's extra tired from all the waking up and crying he did last night. He's teething again and not very happy about it. He lets me know loudly at midnight. Then he flops back and hits his dad on the back. He just doesn't want anyone to sleep when he's miserable.
March 6, 2017
Major Flashback
I decided not to blog on Sunday. I've gone back and forth about blogging every single day during lent and skipping Sundays because it's not counted in the 40 days of lent. I decided to give myself that day off from blogging this year because its generally a busy day for us. We're generally at church for both services because John is SO involved in church now that we need to stay for 2 hours. 5 years ago, he wouldn't even go with me and now he's more involved than I am. I think I have successfully infiltrated his mind.... I mean love him unconditionally. The point was to say we're kinda busy that day. Sometimes we need to grocery shop and we often have dinner at my in-laws. Okay, I'm done justifying my laziness. There's actually a real thing I was planning on talking about.
Memories! So last night, I checked my email because I gave up twitter for lent so I end up obsessively checking my email instead even though I hardly ever receive anything. I had an email from Writing.com saying it was my account anniversary. Usually I just delete stuff like that right away and never think about it again, but for some reason I had the urge to visit my old account and see what was on there. I started this account 9 years ago. I probably only used it about a year when I was in college and had a little down time. One of the things on my portfolio is something called a 'campfire story'. It's where the author writes a bit of story and then adds other users to the story to add bits of story. This story, if I remember correctly, was written by me, Crystal, Amelia, and I think Kris. There was also a few random people from the website that joined in. I actually haven't even finished reading this story because its sooooooo long. I did skip to the end though. Everyone dies. Except the fish.
In my portfolio, there was also a few angsty poems about some guy I had a crush on. Those were even weirder to read cause I felt like I had gone back in time. I remembered what it felt like to be single and searching and wondering if I would ever find the right person. It's such a weird feeling.
Memories! So last night, I checked my email because I gave up twitter for lent so I end up obsessively checking my email instead even though I hardly ever receive anything. I had an email from Writing.com saying it was my account anniversary. Usually I just delete stuff like that right away and never think about it again, but for some reason I had the urge to visit my old account and see what was on there. I started this account 9 years ago. I probably only used it about a year when I was in college and had a little down time. One of the things on my portfolio is something called a 'campfire story'. It's where the author writes a bit of story and then adds other users to the story to add bits of story. This story, if I remember correctly, was written by me, Crystal, Amelia, and I think Kris. There was also a few random people from the website that joined in. I actually haven't even finished reading this story because its sooooooo long. I did skip to the end though. Everyone dies. Except the fish.
In my portfolio, there was also a few angsty poems about some guy I had a crush on. Those were even weirder to read cause I felt like I had gone back in time. I remembered what it felt like to be single and searching and wondering if I would ever find the right person. It's such a weird feeling.
March 5, 2017
Out of It
Every once in a while when I'm starting on some project with writing, I just lose all sense of myself. I completely forgot that yesterday was Saturday, so I forgot to post. I also just received a text message from someone who told me that they had seen me earlier this week, had said hello to me, and that I had apparently just walked right on by them without recognizing them. I have no memory of seeing this person at all. That's rather horrifying really.
I've been trying to put my finger on why my brain does the weird stuff that it does, but the conclusion that I keep coming back to is this: I have no freakin' idea.
When things like this happen, I just sort of wander around in my head for a few days until it clears. I'm not really sure what kind of dust is being stirred up in my brain just right now, but when it settles, perhaps I'll have something more interesting to blog.
I've been trying to put my finger on why my brain does the weird stuff that it does, but the conclusion that I keep coming back to is this: I have no freakin' idea.
When things like this happen, I just sort of wander around in my head for a few days until it clears. I'm not really sure what kind of dust is being stirred up in my brain just right now, but when it settles, perhaps I'll have something more interesting to blog.
March 4, 2017
Phone Blog!
I'm posting from my phone today because I'm trying to multitask. Spoiler: it didn't work. I was nursing Marshall and I got one sentence in before he started squirming around. Then he refused to nurse or be comforted and John took him for like one minute before he crawled back to me. Then Marshall swatted my phone out of my hand like it had offended him. Now he's nursing again but complaining at the same time. He's pretty good at multitasking. Sometimes he grabs my phone while he's eating.
I hate typing blogs on my phone. It's so awkward and takes forever. I guess I could use voice text but I don't wanna be sitting here talking to myself. It takes all the quiet time out of writing. I mean it would if Marshall wasn't already complaining loudly. I wonder if voice text would pick up his groaning. I guess I'll never know.
March 3, 2017
Safe Spaces
A winding path, twisting, turning,
Calmly walking, spirit burning.
Hallowed halls meant to defend,
Secret keeper, worthy friend.
Revelation found in motion,
Every step a new devotion.
Wandering footsteps lead astray,
Reconciliation? Pray.
Haunted here; now lost in darkness.
Echoes call, my spirit harkens.
Ever seeking perfect light.
Troubled stroll on velvet night.
Slowly creeping towards the center.
Trepidation; do I enter?
Untold treasures soon to find,
Deepest riches are divine.
Calmly walking, spirit burning.
Hallowed halls meant to defend,
Secret keeper, worthy friend.
Revelation found in motion,
Every step a new devotion.
Wandering footsteps lead astray,
Reconciliation? Pray.
Haunted here; now lost in darkness.
Echoes call, my spirit harkens.
Ever seeking perfect light.
Troubled stroll on velvet night.
Slowly creeping towards the center.
Trepidation; do I enter?
Untold treasures soon to find,
Deepest riches are divine.
The Funnest Day of the Week!
Friday? No, not exactly. It's the day I pay bills. Which actually doesn't happen every week, more like every other week. Twice a month to be exact. And it's not actually fun. Everything I said was misleading cause that's how I roll. Actually it is fun sometimes when I finish paying all the bills and add up the numbers and realize we have more money left over than I expected. That sorta happened today because we have our tax money in our checking right now but we have to save it for our apartment. I don't know where or when because we have to sell our house first. We're kind of going backwards but when we buy our next house, we'll have a down payment ready!
Marshall is starting to walk. I don't have any steps filmed yet because it hasn't happened that often. He'll probably be walking around everywhere in about a month. Which means he'll be getting knocked over by his brother a lot more often. Also I'm gonna need to find some baby shoes. He's gonna be a toddler soon. I'm scared.
Marshall is starting to walk. I don't have any steps filmed yet because it hasn't happened that often. He'll probably be walking around everywhere in about a month. Which means he'll be getting knocked over by his brother a lot more often. Also I'm gonna need to find some baby shoes. He's gonna be a toddler soon. I'm scared.
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| Marshall's scary face |
March 2, 2017
The Slacking Starts Early
It's only the second day of lent and I'm already doing a last minute post. When you're a parent, 9:30 is last minute. In my defense, I sat down with my computer earlier today to do my post but I couldn't think of what to say and Marshall was adorably trying to grab my computer so I had to move it every 3 seconds because that kid is getting very fast. He is also determined to touch everything and when he can't reach it, he throws the most adorable little fit. One year old tantrums are adorable. Three year old tantrums cause brain tumors. What a difference 2 years can make.
I feel like a lot of my blog posts are about me defending myself for not posting sooner. I guess its just an easy thing to talk about. Otherwise I'd have to dig deep and think about philosophical or spiritual things that actually matter. Or I could make fun of stuff. I spent most of my free thinking time today working on my novel that I'm never gonna write but can't tell anyone about because I don't want them stealing my awesome ideas. I mean I told John cause he's practically me. And I'll probably tell Kris because telling her means I'll have a better chance at actually writing it someday. She's a good sounding board and will probably come up with more awesome ideas I hadn't thought of. Kris, this is my subtle way of saying I want to write a book with you. I'm sorry I don't have a more formal proposal but sometimes you just have to say whats in your heart, you know? Plus how awesome would it be to see a book on the shelf written by Krangela Goodsperger? That's our pen name. Let do this.
I feel like a lot of my blog posts are about me defending myself for not posting sooner. I guess its just an easy thing to talk about. Otherwise I'd have to dig deep and think about philosophical or spiritual things that actually matter. Or I could make fun of stuff. I spent most of my free thinking time today working on my novel that I'm never gonna write but can't tell anyone about because I don't want them stealing my awesome ideas. I mean I told John cause he's practically me. And I'll probably tell Kris because telling her means I'll have a better chance at actually writing it someday. She's a good sounding board and will probably come up with more awesome ideas I hadn't thought of. Kris, this is my subtle way of saying I want to write a book with you. I'm sorry I don't have a more formal proposal but sometimes you just have to say whats in your heart, you know? Plus how awesome would it be to see a book on the shelf written by Krangela Goodsperger? That's our pen name. Let do this.
Tangential
I feel like that one word incorporates my life right now. I felt for a while like I knew what direction I was moving in. I'm taking classes, I'm working a job where I'm actually making a livable wage, I still get to work for my church, I am upgrading some of my less upgraded things, and I've started seeing someone. These are all positive things and they're all things that I'm satisfied with.
Recently, though, I feel like my life has been bogged down with the tangential. For instance, I just typed in tangential and learned that I've been misspelling this word for years. That occupied a great deal of my time rather than finishing this blog post. It's actually quite a perfect example (aside from the fact that I'm still very much working on finishing this blog post). Tangentially, I'm also typing this post while I upload some religious media onto my computer, and text. Maybe this is more "multitasking" but I feel like it's tangential for a few reasons.
Firstly, it is preoccupying me and keeping me from being 100% focused on the task that I'm doing. Secondly, it's not anything particular to the task at hand, but is somewhat of an aside. Thirdly, it's really messing with my ability to concentrate. Finally, I wonder how much of my time is actually taken up with getting caught up in side things that I miss the important things. I also wonder what it would be like to be very focused on something in particular and not easily distracted by tangential things.
Sadly, this is a task I believe I am doomed to fail. I'm such an abstract thinker sometimes that I feel like my thought doesn't necessarily follow a set path so much as it zig-zags in a way that may have helped Rickon survive.
This title is apt.
Recently, though, I feel like my life has been bogged down with the tangential. For instance, I just typed in tangential and learned that I've been misspelling this word for years. That occupied a great deal of my time rather than finishing this blog post. It's actually quite a perfect example (aside from the fact that I'm still very much working on finishing this blog post). Tangentially, I'm also typing this post while I upload some religious media onto my computer, and text. Maybe this is more "multitasking" but I feel like it's tangential for a few reasons.
Firstly, it is preoccupying me and keeping me from being 100% focused on the task that I'm doing. Secondly, it's not anything particular to the task at hand, but is somewhat of an aside. Thirdly, it's really messing with my ability to concentrate. Finally, I wonder how much of my time is actually taken up with getting caught up in side things that I miss the important things. I also wonder what it would be like to be very focused on something in particular and not easily distracted by tangential things.
Sadly, this is a task I believe I am doomed to fail. I'm such an abstract thinker sometimes that I feel like my thought doesn't necessarily follow a set path so much as it zig-zags in a way that may have helped Rickon survive.
This title is apt.
March 1, 2017
Two Girls, One Blog
Last year, I super failed at the Lent blog. Without my cohort, I didn't have anyone keeping me on the ball and it sort of fizzled. This year, it's even more spectacular because I'm busier than I was last year and I'm not so sure that I'll remember to do this everyday. I am definitely going to put in an effort to try, though!
Updates from last year:
My body is trying to kill me. I had to have surgery to remove my gallbladder which had decided that stones are the best way to keep your body healthy. Spoiler alert: they are not. I also now need physical therapy on my back because I started working out and my body decided this was a bad idea. I literally didn't do anything strenuous and yet, my body crapped out on me. Woo.
I'm still teaching RCIA and almost finished with Ministry Formation classes. I'm still uncertain where this is going to lead me, but it's certainly been a trip!
I had to buy another new car, this time I went through the dealership. I kind of really like this one. I haven't had to do any major repairs on it, so that is a definite plus.
I am no longer single. Glee!
I promised Angela an advertisement. PS, it's in the title!
K is out.
Updates from last year:
My body is trying to kill me. I had to have surgery to remove my gallbladder which had decided that stones are the best way to keep your body healthy. Spoiler alert: they are not. I also now need physical therapy on my back because I started working out and my body decided this was a bad idea. I literally didn't do anything strenuous and yet, my body crapped out on me. Woo.
I'm still teaching RCIA and almost finished with Ministry Formation classes. I'm still uncertain where this is going to lead me, but it's certainly been a trip!
I had to buy another new car, this time I went through the dealership. I kind of really like this one. I haven't had to do any major repairs on it, so that is a definite plus.
I am no longer single. Glee!
I promised Angela an advertisement. PS, it's in the title!
K is out.
Lent is like Christmas for blogs!
Well, not all blogs. Just some. Probably just for this one specific blog that only 2 people contribute to. Also last year was a pretty crappy 'blog Christmas' because I had a baby a few weeks in and then pretty much gave up writing. Newborns are so demanding. But the good news is, I now have a one year old and have slightly more time to sit down and write things! So I'm fully committed this year. If I fail, I have no one to blame but myself.
So this year for lent I've decided to give up sweets again. I skipped that one last year because I don't like giving up food when I'm pregnant. Pregnancy is kinda like a 9 month lent where you have to give up alcohol, everything that gives you heartburn, your entire uterus, and feeling like a normal human being. But this year, I have my whole body to myself so I figure I can give up a little sugar.
Anyway, to kick off lent, here's a picture of my one year old cutie eating cake while his brother watches even though he has his own cake.
So this year for lent I've decided to give up sweets again. I skipped that one last year because I don't like giving up food when I'm pregnant. Pregnancy is kinda like a 9 month lent where you have to give up alcohol, everything that gives you heartburn, your entire uterus, and feeling like a normal human being. But this year, I have my whole body to myself so I figure I can give up a little sugar.
Anyway, to kick off lent, here's a picture of my one year old cutie eating cake while his brother watches even though he has his own cake.
April 8, 2016
Being a Parent
I learned something today. I can be bored for a solid hour in the morning, but the second I start making a sandwich, my boys suddenly need ALL the things and/or attention from me. It seriously took an entire hour to get my sandwich made. Here's how it went down.
1. Discover steak left in the fridge. Decide it will make a delicious sandwich. Set steak on the counter.
2. Marshall decides he's hungry. Feed Marshall for 30 minutes. While feeding Marshall, I hear cat noises and get paranoid that they're trying to steal the steak off the counter so I stand up to check with Marshall still attached to my boob. The steak is fine. The cat's just playing with the blinds.
3. Marshall is asleep so I put him down.
4. Bishop is asking for peeps again so I bargain with him to finish one more piece of sandwich. I stand there and harass Bishop to finish his piece of sandwich because I don't want him to hide it so I think he's done.
5. Marshall wakes up so I go rock him back to sleep.
6. Get Bishops peeps because he held up his end of the bargain.
7. Comfort Baby
8. Get Bishop Animal cards because I also said he could have them if he finished lunch.
9. Comfort Baby
10. Cut up steak
11. Comfort Baby
12. Put mayo on my bread
13. Comfort Baby
14. Finish making sandwich
15. Eat sandwich while comforting baby
(bonus step!)
16. Blog while comforting baby.
Marshall's obviously tired but I'm pretty sure he's trying to poop so he keeps waking up upset. I never thought I'd be so proud of someone for pooping until I had children. Mainly it just means Marshall will sleep better because he won't be grunting all night trying to poop.
Sometimes I think about writing a Facebook post but then I decide to blog about it cause I can write more and our blog is lonely. Our poor blog got neglected this lent. Next lent should be better when Marshall is a year old. I don't know if I'll have more time but I'll at least have a routine going and should be able to figure out what time works best.
Here's my two guys. Probably conspiring against me already.
1. Discover steak left in the fridge. Decide it will make a delicious sandwich. Set steak on the counter.
2. Marshall decides he's hungry. Feed Marshall for 30 minutes. While feeding Marshall, I hear cat noises and get paranoid that they're trying to steal the steak off the counter so I stand up to check with Marshall still attached to my boob. The steak is fine. The cat's just playing with the blinds.
3. Marshall is asleep so I put him down.
4. Bishop is asking for peeps again so I bargain with him to finish one more piece of sandwich. I stand there and harass Bishop to finish his piece of sandwich because I don't want him to hide it so I think he's done.
5. Marshall wakes up so I go rock him back to sleep.
6. Get Bishops peeps because he held up his end of the bargain.
7. Comfort Baby
8. Get Bishop Animal cards because I also said he could have them if he finished lunch.
9. Comfort Baby
10. Cut up steak
11. Comfort Baby
12. Put mayo on my bread
13. Comfort Baby
14. Finish making sandwich
15. Eat sandwich while comforting baby
(bonus step!)
16. Blog while comforting baby.
Marshall's obviously tired but I'm pretty sure he's trying to poop so he keeps waking up upset. I never thought I'd be so proud of someone for pooping until I had children. Mainly it just means Marshall will sleep better because he won't be grunting all night trying to poop.
Sometimes I think about writing a Facebook post but then I decide to blog about it cause I can write more and our blog is lonely. Our poor blog got neglected this lent. Next lent should be better when Marshall is a year old. I don't know if I'll have more time but I'll at least have a routine going and should be able to figure out what time works best.
Here's my two guys. Probably conspiring against me already.
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