Lest you think my only thoughts are theologically related and always deep and thoughtful (yeah, right) - this post is an example of how far from the truth that is!
Remember when I was complaining commenting on how long and miserable this winter has been? Check out the short video below that's taken Canada by storm (get it - by storm?) because it's SO TRUE. Sad to say, couples all over this great country have had similar conversations this winter.
I've traded in my black and brown snow boots for some colourful rain boots. Happy days are here again …
As the snow melts and the smell of spring is in the air, people are bringing out their outdoor furniture in anticipation of days spent lounging on their porch. In reality, I hardly ever see anyone around here lounging on their front porch so maybe it's more for aesthetic purposes than function. Which leads me to one of my biggest pet peeves: any home over say, $300,000 that uses a camping chair or chipped plastic chairs for their front seating. Is my shallowness showing through yet? I mean, come on! You've splurged on the house so do you think you can shoot for some nice wrought iron, wicker or wood?
Zanna has established a routine to delay bedtime by a few minutes - depending on her creativity. She does this by asking her Dad (and sometimes me) a question before he leaves the room at night. She's been cut off at one question because she'd go on if we let her. Funniest question yet!
Z: Daddy, will Mommy have another baby?
W: Well, I seriously doubt it. It would have to be a miracle.
Z: Well, Elizabeth had a child in her old age. Why can't Mama?
Thanks, Zanna. I'm not even 40 and she's comparing me to Elizabeth? Nice.
Have I ever mentioned how much I love mason jars?
Total randomness continues, I know. You don't have to keep reading. Really.
I love these antique blue Ball mason jars found at flea markets. I use them in the bathroom and as vases, etc. Last year Ball came out with an anniversary edition of the blue, but it's a different, brighter blue. I used it at Zanna's birthday party. I purchased lids a few years back that screw on the top and you can put a straw through the hole in the middle. It really doesn't take much to get me excited, apparently.
I use my mason drinking jars with the handles on them for everyday use. I also have two large serving jars with spouts on them that's great for a crowd. I may only use them once or twice a year but when I do - watch out! Especially if it's full of sangria...
But my mason jar excitement hit an all time high when I discovered a new type unique to Canada : the Canadian mason jar!
It has English on one side. And get this. French on the other!!!!
Oh my word. I can not even… I discovered this find the sweetest way ever. A homeschool mom friend of mine gave me a gift bag for American Thanksgiving that included a jar of her family's homemade maple syrup. Does it get more Canadian? Yes! Because it was in this jar! I googled it and realized they're antiques and they haven't been sold in years. Boo - hoo! So this gal goes back to her stash of old jars given to her by a relative and finds me 3 more to give me. I was verklempt.
And while I am highly amused by my Canadian mason jars with English on one side and French on the other, I am not amused when a telemarketer calls my home and starts talking to me in French. I show how unimpressed I am by saying (rather snarly),"I have no idea what you just said." To which he has the nerve to reply, "Well. I was just asking if you spoke French." Clearly I don't. So he HUNG UP! Did he not just call me? In my home? Is this not a bilingual country?
And finally, if you're still with me on this (and I totally get it if I lost you at rain boots), this weekend is the homeschool conference! Yeah! There is nothing more exciting than fingering through possible curriculum on vendors tables, dreaming of the things I could learn - er, teach my kids. Or kid, as the case may be since I am graduating my firstborn - the one I've made all my horrible mistakes on. Now Zanna can rest assured knowing that I've got this whole education thing figured out and she's sure to have a happy and meaningful life now. (sarcasm)
Frankly, I'm just happy to be able to show my face at this conference after totally loosing it in an email to the convention committee. Last fall, I accepted the position of RVHEA conference speaker secretary. Why not? Until I got way in over my head and Lent arrived. Let's just say it wasn't my finest hour and after as politely as I could write to leave me alone because I'm on the edge, I was certain that I'd just put all that work in the conference only to be too ashamed to show up. Instead their reply was understanding, supportive and Godly, promising to pray for me (because clearly I needed it) and to not worry about it - they would pick up my slack. Which is to say that here's another example of why I think some of the nicest people around are homeschoolers.
