My Favorite Cold Things

For the past couple of days, we have been without air conditioning in our home. Sympathy cards and virtual Klondikes may be sent to It has been very difficult for me; I don’t know if it is more mental-“It is hot, therefore I am hot”- or truly and completely physical-“What a shame; only two popsicles left, kids, guess I get them both”. I am really trying to maintain a good attitude, and keeping my thoughts positive. I mean, in some parts of the world, they have never seen ice, let alone had a freezer to keep it in. While thinking of all the cold things in this life I have ever been able to enjoy, I very nearly burst forth in a song that goes something like this:

Girls in pink swimsuits getting wet with big splashes
Snowflakes that stay on my nose and eyelashes
Brown covered ice cream all frozen to a stick
These are a few of my favorite cold things

When the fan stops, when the sweat stings
When I’m feeling steamy
I simply remember my favorite cold things
Then I just feel 99% as hot-ot-ot
{Big orchestral ending}

Next time you see a pregnant woman trying to climb into the upright freezer at Walmart, just walk on by. Just walk on by.

Weekend Thoughts

This was circulating among email inboxes as a forward some time back. I enjoyed reading it.

The History of ‘APRONS’

I don’t think our kids know what an apron is.

The principal use of Grandma’s apron was to protect the dress
underneath, but along with that, it served as a potholder for removing hot pans
from the oven.

It was wonderful for drying children’s tears, and on occasion was
even used for cleaning out dirty ears.

From the chicken coop, the apron was used for carrying eggs,
fussy chicks, and sometimes half-hatched eggs to be finished in the warming oven.

When company came, those aprons were ideal hiding places for shy

And when the weather was cold, grandma wrapped it around her arms.

Those big old aprons wiped many a perspiring brow, bent over the
hot wood stove.

Chips and kindling wood were brought into the kitchen in that

From the garden, it carried all sorts of vegetables. After the
peas had been shelled, it carried out the hulls.

In the fall, the apron was used to bring in apples that had
fallen from the trees.

When unexpected company drove up the road, it was surprising how
much furniture that old apron could dust in a matter of seconds.

When dinner was ready, Grandma walked out onto the porch, waved
her apron, and the men knew it was time to come in from the fields to dinner.

It will be a long time before someone invents something that will
replace that “old-time apron” that served so many purposes.

Grandma used to set her hot baked apple pies on the window sill
to cool.

Her granddaughters set theirs on the window sill to thaw.
Photo: Luke making our breakfast this morning. What a man!

What? She’s Waited Til Now To Get Organized?

I just got done labeling posts about the kids saying funny things, and it took waaaaay too much time. I’ll have to ask Luke to show me a more efficient way of putting labels on my past posts. Labels look to be helpful. They can be seen at the bottom of my posts from now on. That way, when you are reading a post, you are a click away from finding out if I have blogged about something related to it before…Very likely, since my mind travels in tight circles.

Confession Time

“Even now,” declares the LORD,
“return to me with all your heart,
with fasting and weeping and mourning.”

Rend your heart
and not your garments.
Return to the LORD your God,
for he is gracious and compassionate,
slow to anger and abounding in love,
and he relents from sending calamity. Joel 2:12-13

I’ve mentioned to Aliyah a few times this week that her misbehavior is just as bad as that of the sibling she has come to tattle on. It is taking a while for this truth to sink in. Sure, the consequences and hurts of each sin may be different, but in God’s eyes, it is all a stench. No one is sinless.
My thoughts turn to our national sin of abortion when I think about this; even if I am not involved in the act, I feel partly responsible, and completely guilty for this heinous wrong committed against the unborn. We must collectively take responsibility for these sins. From The Book of Common Prayer,

Morning Prayer

Almighty and most merciful Father; We have erred, and strayed from thy ways like lost sheep. We have followed too much the devices and desires of our own hearts.

We have offended against thy holy laws. We have left undone those things which we ought to have done; And we have done those things which we ought not to have done; And there is no health in us.

But thou, O Lord, have mercy upon us, miserable offenders. Spare thou them, O God, who confess their faults. Restore thou them that are penitent; According to thy promises declared unto mankind in Christ Jesus our Lord.

And grant, O most merciful Father, for his sake; That we may hereafter live a godly, righteous, and sober life, To the glory of thy holy Name.

Amen. (boldness mine)

I am encouraged when I read about the neat things happening in crisis pregnancy centers around the country and world. It is a pleasure to donate to these centers, knowing that this is one way I can make a difference and, in some small way, right the wrong. Time Magazine has an article about them which is surprisingly good. Read it here. Thanks to Barbara for first mentioning the article on her blog.


To the LOST-writer people that had anything to do with last night’s show:
I don’t appreciate having to stay up all hours of the night waiting to watch an episode that involves a silly story line about the origin of Jack’s tattoo. Being lured to last night’s program by the promise of not one, not two, but three questions answered, I think the least you could have done was keep your promise on more than one front. It is enough to make me want to turn the tv off and never look back. I will, of course, tune in next week to see if you have improved on any of the points in my memo.
a loyal viewer
Photo: Aliyah perfecting her withering glare

Reality Needed And Aprons For Sale!

As I went through my morning yesterday, I was compiling a sort of “Day in the life of…” post, to share with everybody what it is like at our house on a normal day. At about mid-morning, I read over what I had written, and yawned. The kids were behaving so well, and the day was going so smoothly, that I just knew that a post about this day wasn’t going to be entertaining. I’ll have to wait until the next overflowing toilet or meltdown at Meijer, and start jotting notes then. That’s much more true to life than yesterday was. They all slept at naptime! That was due to playing in the snow, sure to wear any preschooler out. Stay tuned for a reality post someday soon, though.
In other news, Connie, who won the grand prize apron in the Apron Power Photo Contest, actually makes replicas of the very apron she won, and is selling them here. This would be a great apron for just about any female needing one; it flatters any body shape, and is very durable, made from oilcloth. It would look good simply hanging in your kitchen! Which is why I entered the contest and tried to win it. But I am glad to know where else I can find an apron like that- made by Connie.

I Won!!!!

Well, not the whole thing, but I got fifth, which means I win a book by Barbara. Yea! Thanks to all who voted for me. I don’t know if the nifty but annoying banner up all week had anything to do with it or not. Or me threatening to charge readers who didn’t vote. Maybe a teensy bit.
I prepared a little something to say on such an occasion:
I’d like to thank God, Who created me and gave me the ability to feed and care for my family, and to make big messes, necessitating an apron.
I want to remember the supermarket chains, without which I wouldn’t have the food at my table (and under the table, and on the floor, and on the walls, etc.) to fix and clean after we’ve eaten our fill.
Lastly, I’d like to thank Barbara, who allowed those of us who wear aprons to show off.
See all the winners here.


Here are my votes for the Apron Power! Photo Contest. You can view the pictures I am talking about here.
#1-Grandmother of the Internet Apron Movement
#2-Connie, who made that apron, and might make me one if I don’t win this contest and have to order one from her!
#4-Laura, my favorite of all the apron photos-so typical of my household, too
#6-A Mongolian ger on hers, very one-of-a-kind
#8-just a sweet picture!
#9-funniest picture
#10-Victorian doll appliqued aprons, loved the story behind them
#14-Me, gotta vote for myself
#29-Love the apron tied above the belly
#39-Meredith, from Like Merchant Ships; I just like her!
Now, those of you who haven’t voted (for me) yet, you can copy and paste the numbers I have chosen (leave off my comments) to an email, and send it to megamommy12[at]aol[dot]com. Voting continues until Friday. Then I promise to remove the banner.

Vote For Val (#14)!

Over the last couple of weeks, I have accumulated some new readers. Welcome! In order for you to continue reading my blog free of charge, there is just one teensy thing I’d like you to do for me. First, go to this web album, where you will see photo entries in Barbara Curtis’ Mommy Life Apron Power Contest. See me there, in my blueberry apron? Good. Now browse through and pick nine others that you like the best. She will only count emails with 10 choices, so please don’t skimp. When you have the numbers written down (psst- I’m number 14, put that first so you don’t forget), email them to Barbara by Friday at megamommy12[at]aol[dot]com. Just that simple. Tomorrow I’ll be posting my votes for best apron, so if you are feeling lazy, you can wait until then and cut and paste my post to your email. Of course, you’ll switch what I put down as my first pick with your first pick of #14. 🙂

I submitted a picture of me in one of my aprons for the Apron Power! Photo Contest. See all the entries here, on the Mommy Life site. This is what I wrote, to go along with the picture:
Here I am wearing my blueberry apron, serving up blueberry muffins to the kids for breakfast. I got this apron last summer, while blueberry-picking at a local patch. We love blueberries around here. There is a slight ultramarine hue to my hands in the picture; I had the bright idea of sprinkling the berries over the tops of the batter-filled muffin cups, instead of folding them into the batter while still in the bowl like I usually do. I didn’t think about how that would stain my hands! The children appreciated not getting a mouthful of berries when they bit into their muffins this morning, so I guess the extra effort and mess were worth it.

Now, I am waiting to see what Honey’s photo entry will be. I hear she is having some kitchen difficulties at the moment, and probably isn’t thinking about posing in her apron in front of the offending appliance. (psst, Abba, you just might win the contest if you did that! You’d get my vote!) Fun stuff.