Gadzooks! TX Poppet just confessed that wanted to be a priest when she was little! I swear--you Bloggers keep amazing me! I do feel glad that none of you made it to Blogher this year, I'd have felt totally bummed not getting to meet you in person. And now I totally understand why Bossy went on a road trip.
What's new? I got up too early with Mr. G and made my first batch of raspberry jam. I feel ridiculously proud--the bright red jars lined up on my countertop have me calculating the savings if I made all my own jam!
While jamming in my kitchen, I wondered about Minnesota Matron's upcoming block party and Scarlett's play. And Sarah O's daughter home from surgery. And Pretty Shiny's move, Suburban Correpsondent's book giveaway and fridge, and Fannie Mae and her sister and the house woes she's having. It occurred to me that like my mother and grandmothers, I have little dramas occupying my mind--theirs came from soap operas and neighborhoods. Mine are from the Blogosphere and real (unlike the soap operas). But I also cannot affect them--by watching a child for a few hours or making a casserole like one would with a neighbor because these people live far away. Perhaps it's just enough to know other people are thinking/praying/hoping for you. I certainly think so.
In Bad Mommy News (or Good Mommy?), I have told a whopper to my Disney Channel/Nickelodean-Addicted children. I've set the Closed-Caption on the TV and now there's a big black box in the center of the picture. Ha! "Oh no! The TV isn't working!" Now they have to DO things and actually PLAY instead of zoning out in front of the tube. After telling my whopper my living room looks like this:
That, friends, is the old Fisher-Price Imaginext line before they went and babyfied it a few years ago. Imaginative battle castles, fortresses, enclaves and dungeons populated with wizards, knights, kings and trolls abound in my living room. Take that, Zach and Cody, Hannah Montana and I, Carly! My children's creativity is unleashed in all of it's glory and I don't think that TV set will get fixed anytime soon. Now instead of begging for the latest thing they've seen in a commercial, Team Testosterone is busy rediscovering the toys they own. I'm thinking that Closed-Captioning feature is the best thing since sliced bread with homemade raspberry jam!