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They play Brazil Saturday, so today- LA CHAMPAGNE!!!!
Who am I kidding, we’ve found a reason for champagne everyday since Mamie arrived…
(and then red with supper, whiskey on ice after…. Kronenburg 1668 with Picon for Desi… )
I was just watching my chick-flick rental. We rent a kid’s movie, and two adult movies a week. Our kid’s move was “Baby“, you know, a young Sean Young playing a scientist who discovers a family of dinosaurs and saves the baby…
And then I rented Desi “The Fog” which was not as bad as I thought it would be but not exactly recommendable. Superboy is cute…..so, you know.
And then to get my chick-flick fix I rented “Casanova.” Which I found entertaining. Which is a good thing because Desi falls asleep on movies and I can’t start one that I don’t finish- so I’m sure to watch it 4 times before he just gives up and I tell him the end.
There is an exchange between mother and daughter: played by Lena Olin (Irina Derevko on Alias) and Sienna Miller (Jude Law, anyone). Mom’s talkin’ about love and says:
“Love is something else. It’s the weather being good every day. Because wind and rain are just another kind of good weather.”
I really like that quote! I understand it more now after nearly 10 years than I would have before. And hope to understand it more and more! I admire long enduring marriages and how two people interact who’ve been together years and years more than any new lovers kissin’ and gazin’ into each other’s eyes thinkin’ they have a clue what’s all about.
Love is the weather being good everyday because wind and rain are just another kind of good weather.
I'm debating buying my boys a set of portable video games. It would be so fun for them. They could wirelessly play multiplayer games together. They've enjoyed playing Mario Bros. at grandma's house…
It would be great. Instead of enduring their singing in the car I could actually have a bit of peace and play one of my own CD's. Instead of having to play along with their make-believe dramas after school I could give myself a pedicure or actually have supper ready on time. Instead of forever having to remind them to pick up their train tracks, or legos, or puzzles or lawn darts when they are done playing with them we could have some sense of order around here. We would be able to vacuum or mow the lawn without first having to survey the terrain for little menacing objects.
I just read:
"Video games may look innocent but they can be as addictive as gambling or drugs- and just as hard to kick… Some [addicts] show withdrawal symptoms, such as shaking and sweating, when they look at a computer console… he has seen signs of addiction in children as young as 8. "
-From Keith Bakker, director of Europe's first video game-addiction detox centre openning this July in Amsterdam
HMMMmm…
It's an excerpt from a nature show about a bird that mimics sounds. It gets good.
I can't believe sometimes the complexity of creation.
So Desi wrote a great point made by some other guy on the Parenting post below:
I read an interview, with divinity school graduate and war correspondent Chris Hedges, concerning his new book “Losing Moses on the Freeway” where he offers a different take on moral issues: how Americans make personal choices through the lens of the Ten Commandments. This paragraph made me think of your blog.
“We can all carry out an act of compassion once, and then spend the rest of our time being selfish and mean, but deluding ourselves into thinking we’re good people because we’ve carried out one good act. I think oftentimes those grand acts are very easy to carry out. What’s hard is to carry out that daily sacrifice, which parents know, in terms of raising children. Where every day you’re sacrificing bits and pieces of your own time, even your own pleasure and happiness, so that another person can have life. And it’s that constant level of self-sacrifice that I think saves you from the idolatry of self. It’s hard, grinding work, but that sort of self-sacrifice is what frees us from idolatry and finally allows us to love.”
It's just good brainless fun that actually gets some adrenaline going and makes me giggle out loud.
I just read an article. In it:
Rabbi Dov Wagner, religious director of USC’s Chabad Jewish Student Center, believes someone born a Jew remains a Jew regardless of what he or she believes. “But the better question is – can you believe both Judaism and Christianity?” Wagner said. “I believe these two things are still mutually exclusive.”
Isn’t that curious?
I had a conversation with someone last night regarding a recent event at our church. Our Senior pastor got busted for cheating on his wife.
I wasn’t really all that shaken up about it. He wasn’t perfect- so I can’t say I’m overly shocked it happened. I am for consequences for our actions- so I agree with how the church has handled it. He was a great communicator. I mean really good. Probably still is.
I wondered what the future would look like. Sometimes I look forward with a lot of hope and sometimes with some anxiety. Our Sr. Pastor gave us the freedom to disagree with him, I felt. The church community was built on a certain way of approaching our God- it would be silly to suddenly stop the dialogue and start telling people what to think. Does that make sense? It will work out, anyway. It’s God’s church. It wasn’t ever Tom’s church. Does Tom even know that now? Like really know, not just know.
And then my friend last night remarked on how God weeded His garden. It’s harsh but on one hand, it such a grand idea. We have before us an example of God reaching down and weeding his garden- right before our eyes. I mean the guy said great things and probably accomplished a lot playing for God’s team. But God said- yeah but, who are you, Tom? Look at you, Tom. Let Me in, Tom. Practice what you preach, Tom. It’s wierd to think about Tom as the weed. It’s Funny Sad.
AND TO THE WEED:
Take some responsibility. You taught about grace a lot. You forgot that part about justice. Face the music and don’t blame. Take seriously the help you’re getting. Stare your wife in the face and ask her what you can do or say to help her heal. Does she need to hear all the ugly details? Do it. Does she need you to elaborate a new thing that you find admirable or beautiful about her every morning when you get up and every night before you go to bed? Do it. Does she need you to refrain from socializing with other women? Do it.
YOU F*CKED UP, man. You did that. YOU.
Sometimes life is hard. You got to take the easy way out for YEARS. Now suck it up, big boy, and do the work!! There’s no easy way.
You were Moses who lead some of God’s people towards a new promise. Now you’re the Moses that disobeyed one of God’s simple commands and all you can do is observe the promised land from afar.
