Good news!

We're not going to be homeless anytime soon. Starting Monday, we'll be moving into a great house that's in a perfect location for us. I'm so relieved! I didn't even really realize how stressed out I was about our situation until today when the stress went away. Maybe next Sunday I can sing on the praise team without bursting into tears and running off the stage (okay, so I slipped out the back door quietly...but it was still embarrassing).



Totally changing the subject: I was reminded today that God has an amazing sense of humor. He invented humor, after all, and he's a master at it. I believe coincidences are His way of putting a smile on our faces...and His. Tonight I decided to go to Walmart, despite the fact that I hadn't looked in a mirror all day and my children looked like orphans. As I was putting Carter in the car seat, I looked at the food all over his shirt and considered putting a clean one on him. But instead, I licked my finger and wiped the spaghetti sauce off of his face the best I could. The thought went through my mind that I hoped I didn't run into anyone I knew, especially not one person in particular from OBU who I barely knew then, but seem to run into at the most inopportune times here in Tulsa. It's the same person who was the subject of this frustrated post last September. He and his wife are the picture of perfection, and I have run into them a ridiculous amount of times when I was the picture of imperfection. Anyway, long story short, I had yet another encounter with this guy at Walmart tonight. I could almost hear God laughing. I'm not sure if He was laughing with me or at me, but He's definitely getting a kick out of placing this guy in my path. (If you happen to read this, KJ or Leslie, email me and I'll tell you who it is :)

Blackie and Brownie

Mason's "big kid" friend Caleb introduced him to the wonderful world of Webkinz this summer, and he's been begging for one ever since. I told him he could earn one by reading 20 books for the summer reading program. (There was a stuffed animal prize offered by the library, but I missed the deadline.)

Mason read his 20th book last night, Carter's Diego book called The Rainforest Race, so we went on a Webkinz hunt this afternoon. We finally found a ton of them at The Perfect Touch gift store, which had more tempting goodies for me than for the kids. I tried to distract Carter so he wouldn't want a Webkinz, but he caught on immediately and adopted a Lil' Kinz pug puppy within seconds of entering the store. Mason picked up several before deciding on a rottweiler puppy.

On the way home, I was trying to help Mason name his puppy because his other animals are named Big Bear, Little Bear, and Puppy. I decided to help him get more creative. At my prompting, he started listing possible names. "I could call him Biggie, or Kitty, or.." he got really excited because he thought of the perfect name. Not Kitty, but it rhymed with Kitty and had an "sh" at the beginning. I made sure he didn't know what he had just said and then attempted to redirect the name ideas in another direction...trying desperately not to laugh. He finally settled on Blackie, and we helped Carter change his from Puppy to Brownie.

When we got home, we had to officially adopt the dogs on Webkinz.com so Mason could feed the dog, fix up his room, and play the games on the site. He had to come up with a username, and all versions of TrainBoy and SpaceBoy were taken. So he suggested BlackBoy. I pointed out that he's not black, so he suggested WhiteBoy. Luckily I was able to get him to go with his initials instead. Otherwise my first grader would be WhiteBoy2002 on the internet. Nice.

6-Pack Abs in the Renaissance?

I'd like to believe that Henry VIII looked like this at some point before he posed for his famous portrait (in which he appears much more portly). But somehow I have a hard time imagining His Majesty doing crunches and weight training in his quarters at the Tower of London. I've been there, and I didn't see a fitness center anywhere on the map. I loved The Other Bolyn Girl, though, and I'm glad they chose a hottie to play Henry - makes a much more interesting story. I've always liked Scarlett Johansson, and she did a great job playing the sweet sister of the movie. Of course, all she had to do was stand there and look bewildered most of the time, but she has a very believable bewildered look (see pic below). I also liked Natalie Portman as Anne Bolyn, but there was something about her that reminded me of Gone with the Wind. Maybe it was the enormous, green dress. I'm glad they didn't end the movie with the inevitable beheading that goes along with every movie about Tudor England (like my other favorite historical drama Lady Jane). I like a director that can take a tragic story and wrap it up with a nice, neat bow for a happy ending.

Unrelated side note: We're still in danger of becoming homeless in two weeks, but I'd rather blog about people who had bigger problems in life...like the possibility of being decapitated.

Insanity is my Reality

Sold the house...have to be out in 2 1/2 weeks...no place to go yet...YIKES!..might put an offer on a house tomorrow...might not...might pack something tomorrow...might not...YIKES!..