Fried Chicken...
The kids are finally in bed, and I've got the kitchen pretty much squared away. I made fried chicken for dinner.
I have to make a lot. They don't eat - they raven. With the boys I count myself lucky if they spit the plate and all the utensils out after they've engulfed it with their pseudopods and begun assembling vacuoles for digestion. They suck it down so quickly I have to watch out for Hawking radiation and make sure there's nothing sharp within a Scwarzschild radius of the table. The girls, who have recently decided they won't touch anything that's not dietetic in some way, will drop their dignity and dig right in to this.
It's a huge pain in the you-guessed-it for all concerned. It makes rather a mess, and it takes forever. I didn't get home from work until after seven, and it took until almost 8:30. My recipe doesn't use as much grease as some, but I have no illusions it's good for you or anything.
It feels good to do it, though. One of those things that seems to quiet the litany of "should" things that sort of plays under each day. The house is a wreck, I've got to get back to work, but I made dinner. All food groups involved, and they liked it. Check one off.
So many words, so little time....
Sunday, March 20, 2005
Welcome new readers!
I got quoted in a sermon this week. It wasn't a suprise - they asked first - but it was still kind of embarassing. I'm not used to having people notice this, and I am going to have to figure out how to deal with this. Several people asked me for the URL to this site, and to that entry.
It's buried farther down the page here, but I went ahead and put it someplace a little easier to find. The entry she took that quote from is entitled "The Ministry of the Mini-van" and you can see it by clicking here, or click on the "Concrete" link up in the upper right-hand corner of this page.
I got quoted in a sermon this week. It wasn't a suprise - they asked first - but it was still kind of embarassing. I'm not used to having people notice this, and I am going to have to figure out how to deal with this. Several people asked me for the URL to this site, and to that entry.
It's buried farther down the page here, but I went ahead and put it someplace a little easier to find. The entry she took that quote from is entitled "The Ministry of the Mini-van" and you can see it by clicking here, or click on the "Concrete" link up in the upper right-hand corner of this page.
Monday, March 07, 2005
New kid over in the Links Bank....
Looks like the guy over on dubious quality got taken to a Cirque de Soleil show. I am still randomly giggling about his description. And he likes one of my colleagues over on Gamerdad. I'm all OVER that.
Looks like the guy over on dubious quality got taken to a Cirque de Soleil show. I am still randomly giggling about his description. And he likes one of my colleagues over on Gamerdad. I'm all OVER that.
Sunday, March 06, 2005
When the Wires in Your Life Cross...
Two things in my life that have a lot of my strength and time flowing through them have come close to each other. The insulation is peeled back, and I just don't know what's going to happen. I think it will be a good thing once I get it all settled out.
I'm used to writing in secret. I've held to Robert Heinlein's tenant that writing is fine as long as you do it in private and wash your hands well afterward. I haven't been paranoid about it, but it's not something that just comes up in conversation. Most of the people who know that I do this were online, so we were both anonymous to each other except under very special circumstances where we both made enough of a connection to trust and we revealed ourselves to each other. I've never really kept my faith a secret but I do much better sharing it directly, face-to-face than I do shouting into the tempest like this.
I recently outed this blog and some of my other writings to some people who know me in real life. It's the pastor at my church and a bunch of his staff. I figured it couldn't be too bad; my Mom has already found this stuff. She read through it and snail-mailed me a marked up printed copy (she's death on typos). My kids read it, and my blathering over on Slate and Gamerdad, too. I can't have anything up there that's too embarassing. Right?
I did it myself - they didn't discover it. I had asked the youth pastor his advice on a particular piece, and he asked me if he could show it around and it sort of snowballed from there. So far the sentiments have been very positive. Overwhelmingly so. To the point that I'm not quite sure how to handle it. This isn't something I've been doing for notice or fame or because I have some sort of message to impart to the world. I do it because I'm helpless to stop. It really is analogous to an addiction. I estimate that I write at least a 1,000 words a day outside of both my jobs and email. It just happens.
It feels really strange to have people who are able to associate it with the person stumbling through the life depicted. For one thing, I don't think most of them knew just how geeky I really am. Outside of that thread drawn between the pulpit and the pews most of them didn't really know me very well. It was mutual, too. I have learned so much about these people as we've talked about this.
It's been a real inspiration, or maybe it's that same instinct that makes some people clean the house before the maid comes over. ;) Who knows? But I have thought about things I ordinarily don't take the time for. It's really making me think about the contents of the pages I've put up there and my other writings. And it's caused me to take some action. In addition to my other blogs, I'll be adding one for some more spiritual musings. Look for it in the links up on the top right if you're interested in that sort of thing.
Two things in my life that have a lot of my strength and time flowing through them have come close to each other. The insulation is peeled back, and I just don't know what's going to happen. I think it will be a good thing once I get it all settled out.
I'm used to writing in secret. I've held to Robert Heinlein's tenant that writing is fine as long as you do it in private and wash your hands well afterward. I haven't been paranoid about it, but it's not something that just comes up in conversation. Most of the people who know that I do this were online, so we were both anonymous to each other except under very special circumstances where we both made enough of a connection to trust and we revealed ourselves to each other. I've never really kept my faith a secret but I do much better sharing it directly, face-to-face than I do shouting into the tempest like this.
I recently outed this blog and some of my other writings to some people who know me in real life. It's the pastor at my church and a bunch of his staff. I figured it couldn't be too bad; my Mom has already found this stuff. She read through it and snail-mailed me a marked up printed copy (she's death on typos). My kids read it, and my blathering over on Slate and Gamerdad, too. I can't have anything up there that's too embarassing. Right?
I did it myself - they didn't discover it. I had asked the youth pastor his advice on a particular piece, and he asked me if he could show it around and it sort of snowballed from there. So far the sentiments have been very positive. Overwhelmingly so. To the point that I'm not quite sure how to handle it. This isn't something I've been doing for notice or fame or because I have some sort of message to impart to the world. I do it because I'm helpless to stop. It really is analogous to an addiction. I estimate that I write at least a 1,000 words a day outside of both my jobs and email. It just happens.
It feels really strange to have people who are able to associate it with the person stumbling through the life depicted. For one thing, I don't think most of them knew just how geeky I really am. Outside of that thread drawn between the pulpit and the pews most of them didn't really know me very well. It was mutual, too. I have learned so much about these people as we've talked about this.
It's been a real inspiration, or maybe it's that same instinct that makes some people clean the house before the maid comes over. ;) Who knows? But I have thought about things I ordinarily don't take the time for. It's really making me think about the contents of the pages I've put up there and my other writings. And it's caused me to take some action. In addition to my other blogs, I'll be adding one for some more spiritual musings. Look for it in the links up on the top right if you're interested in that sort of thing.