A Bunch of Nothing

OK, I'm going to ask a few random questions.  And I promise it is not just  to get comments ;)

1.  Can anyone tell me (in 250 words or less) how Google's new privacy policy will affect my life?

2.  I am on the lookout for a good, common sense home remedy resource book.  Any suggestions?  Before you make any, know that I'm not a quack whole foods junky kind-of gal.  I live in the middle of nowhere and have limited resources to get thinks like black mayan copal or some fruitcake thing like that.  I'm looking for something that will have recommendations that my Great Granny Mattie would have used.  Remedies for ear infections, colds, bad attitudes, dirty dishes, etc.

3.  For all my home schoolin' mamas....It's that time of year again when I am doing my perusing for curriculum for next year.  I'm always wanting suggestions for curriculum that you are loving.  I'm particularly interested (this year) in Grammar/Composition and Geography.  But I am interested in hearing about anything that you're loving (or hating) and why.


Now, on to more pressing matters.

The Family Vacation.

This year during The Budget Date (that's a separate post) The Honey told me that I was in charge of determining how we spent any moolah allocated toward a family vacation.  First let me say that our little family is not accustomed to any such 'family vacation.'  I do not considering packing for a family of 6, arranging childcare for the pets, 16 hour car rides, and digging sand out of diapers a vacation.  But this summer, Good Lord willing, all children will be out of diapers.

**insert Hallelujah chorus**

And so, long story short, we have the opportunity to take a vacation.  But I just don't know what to do with this.  Do we take one long vacation (beach, DC, Colonial Williamsburg) or a few smaller spots that are local and a little more toddler friendly (water parks, zoo, camping)?  Which, in the long run, would be more affordable?  Which, at the end of it all, would leave me with half my sanity in tact? 

I hate making decisions.

That is why I married The Honey.

But he is swamped with decision making and he knows that if he makes the decision and I don't like it then he gets to hear about it that whole 16 hour car ride so he stuck me with it. 

He's a big chicken brilliant that way.

So after 20 minutes an eternity researching our options, I'm putting our future in your hands.  What do you think?

I honestly even hate talking about this stuff.  I know that lots of people are struggling with far greater decisions than where to go on a vacation.  And if that is you, Honey, I feel ya.  Remember, I've been in survival mode.  I guess thinking about something other than snot rags and steroids is a mini-vacation in and of itself.  So my apologies if I am a little less 'real world' than I typically like to be. 

I also just read over my post to see if it made sense.  I have to say I am sounding a little scattered.  It could be the decongestant I've been on.  Or that it's Monday.  Either way, sorry if I'm all over the place.

Happy day, Y'all!

There's a Drug For That

I'm so thankful for that well known phrase 'There's an app for that.' But this week I am even more thankful to hear my frequently sought local health care provider say 'There's a drug for that.'

For the past four weeks our family has been battling the crud. And it has taken it's toll. This week it finally culminated into four different doctors appointments diagnosing us with walking pneumonia, bronchitis, ear infections, and tonsillitis. Not to mention one miserable Baby that is cutting his molars. Needless to say we have been in survival mode.

I'm not a fan of survival mode. Survival mode means a sink full of dirty dishes...mounds of dirty laundry...unwritten lesson plans... barely scraping by.

Survive:  verb:  To remain functional or usable

I sure do hope so.  I hope I am remaining usable during these trying times.  When it seems almost impossible to get anything accomplished it helps me put things into priority of what must  be done.  I hope I am maturing enough to learn that laundry and toilets are not priorities. 

Today we managed to sit together during lunch and read about Jesus walking on the water.  I was able to tell the Yahoos that He still gets in our boats with us today, when we are scared....scared of Him....of what He is doing around and in and through us....He gets in our boat with us and calms our fears.  And if that is all we accomplish today I hope I will count that up as productive.  I hope I will rest in the promise that His Word will never return void, that it will produce a harvest 100 fold.

I am seeing clearly these days that God has a desire to intimately and personally teach me about His grace and how it is sufficient for me in my weakest moments. 

These days I'm feeling very weak. 

Some lessons are easier to learn than others. 

But I'm inviting Jesus into my boat with me.  My frail, battered, shaky boat. And whatever it is that He is doing around...in...through me, I let Him remind me not to be afraid. 

But he said to me, “My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.” Therefore I will boast all the more gladly of my weaknesses, so that the power of Christ may rest upon me.

2 Corinthians 12:9