Because I have lots of thoughts in my head.

I have to first say that I hate the title of the last entry because it is written SO SO poorly, but I have decided to leave it. Maybe someday instead of haunting me (you really did teach me better than that Dad), it will make me smile. I am always getting on other people for their poor grammar and use of language, and here I am doing the same thing. Oh-well.

So, for today I have decided to do a rather random blog telling you the latest on my thoughts and how I spend my free-time (HA HA HA).

Patrick toddled to me this morning from one end of the kitchen to the other. I couldn't believe it. I'm not quite sure what made him decide to do it at that moment in time because usually we end up fighting him over walking.

I saw a commercial on TV today. It was showing pictures of public places like a pool, and then a child's voice comes in saying something to the effect of "Why didn't you call someone? Didn't you notice the bruises on my arms?" It was all about child abuse. That led me to look at Patrick and his many bruises. Three fresh ones from yesterday alone. I hope no one calls "someone" on me! (This comment in no way advocates child abuse).

Patrick loves to push buttons on the TV. It led to us taping the on/off button because he was pushing it so much we thought he might break the TV. For some reason our TV turns on when you push any of the buttons so now he has figured out how to turn it on my just pushing volume of channel buttons. Luckily it doesn't turn off in the same way so he loses interest, but he doesn't like the TV being off, so whenever I turn it off he immediatly goes over and turns it back on. It drives me crazy because he never even watches it. So, this has led to the TV being on mute a lot in our house. I think the other buttons are getting taped today.

I really want Adam to win Big Brother.

We received our applications yesterday from WorldVenture. This means that we can start the process of applying to be full-time missionaries in Argentina. It was so exciting to look them over last night and actually start to feel like some of this far off dream might become a reality. There is still not a single day that doesn't go by that I don't think or talk about Argentina in some way. It feels like God has really confirmed his call on our lives. And believe me, that is a huge statement coming from me. Taking my family overseas to a foreign country where we will initially, and perhaps always, struggle with culture and language is very scary. I have also discovered on this road with God, I am someone who feels she NEEDS to be taken care of. Those of you who know me know this is SO true. Leaving my family behind who always takes such good care of me is a big thing. Anyway, we are still a long way off, but the reality is coming more and more into the light.

I have to do some grocery shopping and really and painfully do not want to. Here are some items I need

*foundation
*oatmeal
*whole milk
*toilet paper
*EVOO

It is snowing here! BLAH!!!! I am so sick of winter I could cry, but it doesn't seem to want to leave us. If you ski, that's great for you! But for those of us housebound, nice weather it a HUGE plus!

I use too many exclamation points and it is really starting to bug me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

A girl at youth group last night has a head only 3 centimeters larger than Patrick's. She's 14, he's 13 months. The most interesting thing about this is, she actually measured and knew this before she came to youth group last night (her mom is our pediatrician, though).

Patrick napped for four hours yesterday. Today he has napped for less than two.

I decided while showering this morning (yep, I actually showered in the morning) that all my blog stalking can either be considered a Mom's group online - since I have received so much wisdom, humor, and first time parenting ignorance from the mom blogs I stalk (you can see a list of some of them on the side of this page); a form of a prayer chain - because I read blogs involving premature babies, lung transplants, and cancer patients (www.cfhusband.blogspot.com or shaneandmichellehanna.blogspot.com); or an online comedy club - because so many blogs just simply make me out right laugh (stufffchristianslike.blogspot.com). So there, I have totally justified my addiction.

I work with youth, which I think instantly qualifies me as crazy. I am trying to keep a blog going for the youth group I work with, but it averages less than two visitors a day. I can't get my youth to look at it. But still, knowing that no one looks at it, I keep it up faithfully, thinking that someone, someday, somewhere may look at it and get something from it. It's called The WAY.

I don't get enough sleep, and yet cannot force myself to bed at night. I always talk about how important it is for Brandon and I to go to bed together, and yet I find myself wide eyed and bleary at midnight sitting in a dark room staring at the computer. Where's Brandon? Snoring like a freight train behind me in bed since 10PM.

Thanks for listening to my random thoughts. Sometimes when Patrick is napping and the house is quiet and I've tried calling Katie (my sister) for the 18th time because I just need some interaction, I turn to the blog. You have all been very patient with me.