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    This Is a Test, It Is Only a Test

    Saturday, April 24th, 2010

    I just finished taking my Praxis 0146 Middle School Comprehensive exam and my brain is FRIED!

    Of course the fact that I have been preparing for this test for several months now isn’t something that I have shared on this blog before today. I have to pass the test in order to qualify as a degree seeking student in the Master of Arts in Teaching Special Education program that I’ve been accepted to. The cohort group that I am scheduled to be a part of starts in June, and I won’t find out the results of today’s test until mid May.  That puts a significant amount of weight on whether I passed or failed, which speaks directly to the fact that I am just now sharing this major life development with you.

    You see I, like many others, am terrified of failure.  And I am extra special, super duper terrified of public failure.  So my thinking went, ‘If I don’t tell anyone I’m taking the test then no one will have to know if I fail.’  But now that the test is over, I think its time to take the risk and let it all go, you know? Nothing ventured nothing gained, and all that nonsense.

    I hope I passed.  But if I didn’t, I want this badly enough that I’ll just swallow my pride and try again. A very wise friend of mine recently wrote that being called to do something doesn’t necessarily mean you will be the best at it. Its not about me proving my intelligence but rather being willing to put in the work that is required in order to get to the place I believe I am supposed to be. And trust.  Its about a LOT of trust.

    Benny is 2!

    Monday, April 19th, 2010

    In honor of Benny’s Birthday I thought I’d create a short list of the things Benny likes best.

    1. Costumes. He wears em all the time. He usually prefers to dress as some sort of super hero, but he has also been known to throw in the occasional astronaut, cowboy or Peter Pan outfit. His brother got him an Iron Man mask for his birthday, and he has spent at least half the day wearing the thing over his eyes and stomping around menacingly singing,  “I AM Iron Man…dududududududuDUDUDU!”
    2. Music. The kid sings constantly.  No. Seriously…..all.the.time.  On the 40 minute ride to Chris’ parents house last Friday, he literally never stopped singing. By the time we got there Corbin was in tears and I had a migraine. (I didn’t say he was a good singer now did I?)
    3. Hee Hees.  This is what Benny has always called horses.  By now he knows the correct word but his initial exclamation when he spots a horse (or a cow, buffalo or very fat squirrel) is always, “HEE HEES!” He then follows it up with a Diego-like translation just to be sure we all know what he is talking about.
    4. Tia Cella and Uncle Phil. Benny is a social person to be sure. But at this point he seems to prefer the company of adults to the company of other children.  He gets so excited every Sunday and Wednesday when he gets to see his beautiful Aunt Marcela and his namesake, Uncle Phil. These two people can hold him, kiss him and otherwise invade his personal space and he doesn’t care. For them he will perform like a trained monkey, showing off all of his tricks and then smiling with self satisfaction as they melt before him.
    5. Having clean hands.  OK so this one makes me kind of nuts. The kid is one of the messiest eaters I have ever seen and yet after each and every fistful of food that he smashes into his mouth, he insists on having his hands wiped.  Its like you can literally see the internal dilemma unfolding.  On the one hand he loves the feeling and texture of his food squishing between his fingers, but on the other hand he wants a clean palette before he goes back for another round.  No matter where Benny sits at meal time, you can bet that I am strategically positioned on the opposite side of the table.

    There are so many more things that Bennett loves, but his nap is almost over and I have some birthday tidying up to do ;) Happy Birthday Benny, my crazy little two year old boy!

    The Upside and the Downside of Age

    Wednesday, April 14th, 2010

    My 28th birthday is this coming Friday and the realization of the impending 3-0 is starting to sink in. My reaction to this is a mix of ‘grrrr’ and ‘ahhh’.

    The downside is:

    1. I have lost my iron stomach.  I used to be able to eat anything at any time and feel just fine.  We’re talking nachos for breakfast, Sonic chile cheese tater tots at 10:00pm, and an M&M blizzard to top it off at midnight! But in the last year I have started to feel increasingly sick every time I indulge my inner fat chick.  Now anything fried makes me nauseous, anything smoked gives me heart palpitations, and anything consumed after 8pm keeps me up for half the night.
    2. I’m gaining weight.  I know…duh.  But I swear I used to be able to eat the above mentioned junk foods and show no noticeable changes.  Well rest assured, those days are WEEELLL behind me.  Last night I tried on a lovely black dress that I wore in a friend’s wedding a few years ago.  I was hoping that I could wear it out for my birthday dinner.  But alas, the dress that was once so loose I could barely hold it up, was now so tight that I couldn’t zip it up past the small of my back.  Is it possible that having babies made my rib cage larger?
    3. My memory is fading more and more every day.  This isn’t usually a concern until much later in life, but unfortunately I am genetically predisposed to lose my ever loving mind early.  Its like premature graying or balding…only inside the head. I can’t remember the thing Corbin’s teacher asked me to bring to class last week, the plans I made an hour ago, or the start time of the church service I have been attending for years.  And as for where in the h*** I put my cell phone and keys…forget about it.
    4. I never get carded any more.  Which wouldn’t be a big deal at all if not for the fact that my husband, who is two years my senior, still does!

    But the upside is:

    1. ummm….
    2. well,
    3. Oh right, I’m all relaxed and stuff about the things that used to totally stress me out and…..wait.
    4. Nope, I’m not there yet.

    Sticks and Stones…

    Monday, April 12th, 2010

    What is the nastiest name you have ever been called?  What are the most cutting words that have ever been spoken to you….and more importantly, who said them? I was thinking about this question the other day as I was dusting the living room.  I accidentally knocked over a vase, and in the next instant I called myself an idiot.  Of course I didn’t say it out loud or anything. I just said it inside my head, in a sort of matter-of-fact way. But I called myself by name…. “Katie, you are an idiot.”

    The words came so quickly that I had to assume this was not the first time I had mentally insulted myself. But for some reason, this WAS the first time that I noticed myself doing it.

    For the next couple of days, I tried to be more aware of the words that were going through my head as I went about my routine tasks. And it was pretty shocking to finally acknowledge the evil and hateful things I have been speaking over myself. The tiniest misstep resulted in a near audible character assault that was out before I could stop it. I lost my patience with one of the kids, “Katie, you are a terrible mother.” I had to reread a sentence in my book, “Katie you are such a moron.” I grew weary as I was trying to clean the house, “There’s no way you can do this Katie.”

    One of my biggest struggles as a stay at home mom is my tendency to feel defeated.  I usually attribute this to outward factors or my own character flaws.  I think that my introverted tendencies just don’t jive well with child rearing, or that too much unstructured time and too little organization leaves me feeling depleted.  But what I am starting to see, is that there is a much deeper, more ominous source of defeat at play in my life.  Somewhere along the line, I heard a lie about myself. And instead of asking my heavenly father to shine truth on that lie, I buried it deep in my heart.  And there it began to take root.  It grew quietly but quickly, and it took over my thoughts. Until one day, the lie started to sound like truth to me. So I began speaking death over myself, time and time again. In the Bible study I am currently doing, Beth Moore talks about how the devil really only has a few tricks that he can use on a child of God. So his favorite, and usually most successful trick, is to open his mouth.

    I am so thankful that the Holy Spirit opened my ears to hear the things I was speaking over myself this week.  I am also thankful that He is speaking the truth that obliterates the lies over me daily. My words of defeat cannot outrun his powerful words of love.  I am not an idiot. I am not a bad mother. I am NOT DEFEATED!

    Its true that I am terribly sinful and deeply flawed, but the greater truth is that my heavenly father speaks words of love and victory over me, not guilt and condemnation. The Bible says that:

    • I am favored of God.
    • I am fearfully and wonderfully made.
    • My God rejoices over me with singing.
    • My God loved me so much that he gave his only son as a sin offering so that I could have eternal life.
    • And NO weapon formed against me will stand!

    So these are the words that I am going to ask the Holy Spirit to retrain my heart to say. These are the life giving words that will get me through the day and help me to walk in the freedom that is mine through Christ Jesus.

    Take Two on Two

    Thursday, April 8th, 2010

    So it looks like our second born is every bit as stubborn as our first. Right now Bennett is sitting at the bottom of the steps and screaming his head off.  He wants me to carry him upstairs. But at almost two years old, I believe he is fully capable of climbing up the stairs by himself.

    So here we are. Locked in a battle of wills for approximately the 452nd time this week.

    There is a good reason this age is referred to as the terrible twos. And there is an equally good reason that children this age are so ridiculously cute….

    Its so we won’t try to sell em for magic beans when they’re terrorizing us.

    Pettybone Rerising

    Tuesday, April 6th, 2010

    Aunt Jaki has a knack for picking out toys my kids will love.  Whether she spends $100 or $1, her gifts are always the hit of the party. Last year, she put a gooey clown fish toy in Corbin’s Easter basket. He named it “Mr. Pettybone Fish” and for the next 10 months that thing went everywhere he did. It slept next to Corbin in bed every night, traveled to and from school with him, went to Atlanta for long weekends, and even ventured to Canada for a couple weeks in the summer.

    Corbin loved that fish raw. By mid summer he was missing a piece of his tail. By autumn all his stripes had worn off, giving him the appearance of a gold fish. And by the holiday season Pettybone fish had no tail at all and had sprung a leak in his side. It was at this point, when Pettybone started to leave a trail of tiny plastic beads wherever he went, that Chris and I made the painful decision to ‘flush the fish.’ Of course being the sentimental cowards that we are, we didn’t actually get rid of the body. We just hid it in the laundry room and told Corbin it had been moved to a place where it would be safe until we figured out how to fix it. (like cryogenics for clown fish) Corbin handled the separation reasonably well, but he still asked me about Mr. Pettybone Fish every time we got in the car to go to school, and occasionally when he was in a forlorn mood.

    So fast forward to this Easter. Aunt Jaki, who has been looking for a Pettybone replacement ever since the stripes wore off of the original, happened to venture into Target in search of toys for the boys’ baskets. The original Pettybone came from Walmart and had apparently been discontinued, so she had all but given up hope at that point. But as she was sorting through a bin of  gooey snakes, lizards and dinosaurs, she happened to come across one solitary gooey fish. He was a bit dirty after months of living in the bottom of a toy basket, and his stripes were white with blue lining rather than black, but Aunt Jaki knew that these minor defects wouldn’t matter to the little boy who had long been missing the cold squish of a gooey fish in his hands.

    And come Easter Sunday, Corbin’s reaction did not disappoint. Upon seeing the toy he squealed with delight and ran to thank his beaming aunt. He was later found curled up on the couch in the formal living room, whispering sweet nothings into Mr. Pettybone Fish II’s invisible fishy ear. My mother of course tried to turn the miraculous clown fish recovery into an analogy about the resurrection, but we all agreed that this was quite sacrilegious and chastised her for being a hieratic.

    If You’re Going to Las Vegas…

    Friday, April 2nd, 2010

    1) Be prepared to walk…and walk…and walk some more. No matter how big you think the hotels and casinos are, they’re bigger. The scale of the place is truly mind boggling. And even though the pictures make it look like everything is lined up in a neat little row, it would literally take you hours to walk from one end of the strip to the other.  On our first day we made the mistake of walking down to the Mirage wearing flip flops. By the time we got back to our hotel I had blisters all over my feet.  Our ongoing joke in Vegas was that no matter where you stood on the strip you were either in front of or across from Caesar’s Palace, and that the Mirage was literally just that.  Every time it seemed like we were almost there it would recede a bit further into the distance.  (Picture that scene in the Holy Grail where Lancelot is trying to storm the castle to rescue Prince Hubert.)

    2) Don’t try to save money on hotels. In Las Vegas there are some really nice casinos and some really crappy ones, and the price difference between the two isn’t much. As I mentioned before, each of the major hotels is about a city block long, so you might as well spend the extra $30 a night and  stay somewhere nice. And unlike hotels in the rest of the country, themey doesn’t necessarily mean tacky in Vegas. One of the nicest places we saw was the Venetian, which (obviously) is designed to look like the city of Venice.  My personal ranking from nicest to junkiest hotels goes like this:

    • Venetian and Bellagio
    • MGM Grand and Mirage
    • Caesar’s Palace and Paris
    • Luxor and New York New York
    • Excalibur, Harrahs and the Hilton

    Of course there are many casinos not listed above, these were just the ones we happened to visit. We stayed at the MGM Grand and really enjoyed it. However, if we go back I would probably opt to stay in the main hotel rather than the West Wing.  Although the rooms were nice and had an interesting modern decor, the hallways were dark and the elevators smelled vaguely like sulfur.

    3) Set a gambling budget for yourself and strictly adhere to it.  Slot machines are literally everywhere (even in the airport) so opportunities to blow your life savings on games with names like “Alien Outlaw” abound.  $20 a person will provide you with hours of fun on the penny slots, and whether you win or lose you won’t walk away feeling ripped off.

    4) If you don’t see any other sights, make sure you see the fountains at the Bellagio at night and the canals at the Venetian during the day.  They’re iconic Vegas images for a reason and DEFINITELY worth seeing. However, the outdated animatronics at the fire and lights show in Caesar’s Palace can be missed, as can the Lions at the MGM Grand. (Unless of course you’ve never been to a zoo)

    5) Do not bring your children. For all the PR Vegas has done in the last decade about becoming a family friendly vacation destination, its still not an appropriate place for kids. Aside from the drunken antics of business men and college kids alike, visitors will also be exposed to a number of video billboards previewing local burlesque and peep shows.  And a short stroll down the strip will afford you more pornographic imagery than a lifetime subscription to Playboy magazine ever could, care of a seedy troop of neon T-shirt wearing peddlers. Each peddler carries a thick stack of ‘business cards’ for local ‘escorts’ and as you pass they flick the cards with their fingers to get your attention. When you don’t pick up the card they simply drop it at your feet, which is why the streets themselves are covered with illicit images. When we were walking outside of Paris we saw a little boy stop to tie his shoes, only to be ridiculed ruthlessly by his preteen sisters. The sight was so troubling that we took the monorail to neighboring casinos from that point forward.

    6) Take in a show. We got free tickets to the Cirque du Soliel show “Love” as part of our travel package.  Love is full of amazing acrobatics, beautiful dances and impressive special effects all set to Beatles music. There are speakers in front and on either side of every chair in the auditorium, which gives you the sense of being inside the music. It was really one of the most moving shows I’ve ever seen. However, if you don’t happen to be a Beatles fan I would recommend seeing Ka or O instead. And if you don’t happen to be a fan of music in general, I hear Barry Manilow and the Osmonds have Vegas shows as well.

    7) Save yourself some embarrassment and don’t touch the statues. There’s a good chance its really just a street performer who has painted his entire body and is standing perfectly still.

    8 ) Be prepared for a very bumpy take-off and landing at McCarran International Airport.  Apparently it has something to do with the surrounding mountains and rapid altitude change. The day we left there were damaging winds sweeping though the city. I spent the first 5 minutes of our flight boring holes into Chris’ palm with my fingernails and telling God I wanted to live.

    9) Eat and drink off the strip. Now of course this little piece of advice is not at all convenient if, like us, you didn’t happen to rent a car. But man will it ever save you some money if you are trying to do your trip on the cheap. The average price for a hamburger in the casinos is around $16 and the average price for a cocktail is around $12. For our part, we ended up eating at the low rate chain restaurants during the day and splurging on dinner at night. But I have it on good authority that had we ventured a bit further off the strip we would have found reasonably priced food.

    10) And last but not least… people watch, people watch, people watch. On the first day of our stay we saw 3 Elvis impersonators, 2 show girls, 4 brides (2 of whom were walking down the strip holding plastic souvenir cocktail cups and wearing poofy white wedding gowns),  and an obviously partied out college girl sound asleep at a slot machine in the middle of a busy casino.

    In Chris’ words, “Vegas is a city where you’d have to work really hard to get in trouble.” Its a place where just about everything seems to be allowed, so people just do in public all the things that they do in private at home. Its crazy, its gaudy, its Chuck E Cheese for maturity stunted adults – and in my opinion, its totally worth seeing at least once in your lifetime!