Down the Rabbit Hole!

Yesterday, I had one of the most bizarre experiences.  I fell down the rabbit hole!  You know - the one from Alice in Wonderland, the one Alice falls through, where everything is upside-down, topsy-turvy, and nothing makes sense anymore.

I can't go into specifics about why I had this experience, and what precipitated all of this (one word: family), but I can say this:  suddenly I was running out the door, asking people if I was still asleep, and I found myself sitting on the floor of our new shed with the door closed and locked.  It was the only place I could think of where I could be alone.

Sometimes I seriously wonder if all this is some huge joke - like, some evil child has me in a big jar, and every once in a while, this evil kid shakes the bottle, just to see what I'll do!  I know it's not, that there is a bigger plan to all of this, but that is the way I feel from time to time.  That evil kid is going to kill me, slowly, one shake at a time!

I eventually got up off the shed floor and returned to my house, where the Mad Hatter, the Hare, the Mouse, and the White Rabbit, were all waiting for me, offering me a good cup-o' tea.  I, Alice, have decided to accept that I am definitely in Wonderland!

Oh, the funny things kids say!

I quite often make up lyrics to songs.  Last night, with Danny and Heather, I was singing to "Let's Go Fly a Kite":

"Let's all go to bed, to rest our sleepy heads,
Let's all go to bed and start a-snoring!"

Anyway, it continued until the last words, when I sang, "oh let's go, go to bed!"  On cue and on pitch Daniel sang a long, clear "Noooooo!"  It totally cracked Heather and I up.

The kids and I packed up the wagon with towels and sunscreen and walked to the neighborhood pool a couple of days ago.  Our "adopted grandma" (Barbara) came out to talk to us and asked us, "Where are you going?"

Daniel said, "To the church!"

I said, "No, we're going to the pool."

"To the school!" he shouted.

"No, Danny - the pool."

"To the cool!"

Notice the cats in the background - I'd hate to be Freddy - Zuma has a stinky bum!

Finally I enunciated, "Danny - the p-p-p-pool!"

"Oh, to the p-p-p-pool!" he said.  Another laugh!

Emily has been watching Yu-Gi-Oh (or however it is spelled), and is therefore learning a completely different way of speaking.  The cartoon likes to use big words, so she's also been trying that out.  She asked me the other day if the garden was "exasperating" me.  I laughed.  Then, the other day, Heather and I listened to her go into her room, trip over her toy horse, throw it out of the way, and say, "Curse you, Horse!" in a gruff voice.

They say to be healthy and happy you should laugh every day - I do!

Ahh, Ahhh, Ahhhhh, CHOOOOOOO!

So, supposedly, we're supposed to be stewards of this great and marvelous world God gave us.  I have no problem with that.  The problem I have is allergies!  Why, if I am supposed to (and I would truly like to) plant a garden, trees, pull weeds, feed birds, mow my lawn, why would God make that nigh to impossible by causing my body to treat every pollen, spore, and dust it encounters as a grave offense?  This doesn't make sense! 

I understand the reason for weeds (though I really don't like them!)  I understand the need for insects (except for earwigs).  It's all a test, and something about Adam and Eve and some fruit - I get that.  But why make it impossible for some of us to be able to enjoys God's great outdoors?

Sorry, I know I'm whining.  I'll just go take an allergy pill and lie down now!

Welcome to my Junk Drawer!

My mom had a special drawer in the kitchen devoted to just "junk".  It was a lost and found, of sorts, and also a go to place if you needed some odd thing for this and that.  As Mama went through the house, cleaning and tidying, she'd pick up small things and put them in the junk drawer.  If we lost a small item, the junk drawer was the first place to look, second only to my room (I was the youngest child, and I found my brothers' and sisters' stuff so amazing that I just had to take it to my room.  Okay, okay - I stole stuff!)

My Mama

What was in Mama's junk drawer?  Paper clips, safety pins, rubber bands, ponytail bands, assorted screws, nuts and bolts, nails, bobby pins, barrettes, push pins, a hat pin (who uses those anymore?!), a beat up hammer, assorted board game pieces, pens (some worked, some didn't), pencils that needed sharpening, batteries (that might be dead), old broken jewelry, interesting rocks we kids found and "had" to keep, stuff we didn't even know what it was or how to use it, earrings that had no match, rubber bouncy balls, a few jacks. etc.  She kepts the small items sorted in an old, plastic silverware drawer organizer, and under the organizer she kept obituaries that she clipped from the paper, coupons she would likely never use, our vaccination cards, and, off to the side, soup can labels rolled up in a rubber band (to give to the school for their fundraising). 

"The Paddle"

The most dreaded thing in the junk drawer, at least to us kids, was "the paddle" - a toy cricket bat made out of cherry wood - when Mom was really mad, you knew it, because you'd hear the squeak of the junk drawer opening, and you better run for the hills with both hands over your bottom!  The funny thing is, I only remember my mom using it once - the threat of it was enough to keep me in line!  The paddle was discontinued in it's use as a "board of education," though, when one day my dad thought it would be a funny joke to smack my mom's backside with it while they had a playful argument.  He didn't hit her hard at all, but tears came to her eyes when she felt it's sting.  She had no idea how much the paddle could hurt until then!  After apologizing sincerely to us, my mom only ever used it for drawing a straight line, helping to mark how tall we were getting on the wall, and other miscellaneous things it came in handy for.

I have vivid memories of helping my mom clean out the junk drawer every couple of years.  We never knew what treasures we'd find, and it was fun to relegate items to certain compartments and sorting through everything.

Now that I am grown, married and have kids, I have a junk drawer, filled with all the same type of things. I don't know how a house could NOT have a junk drawer!  Especially with kids.  It's strange, though, because when my kids have their friends over, and they hear me say, "check the junk drawer!" none of them have ever heard of such a thing!  But, they all love the idea, and I would like to think that they might start one of their own at their house. 

So, what does a junk drawer have to do with me and this blog?  In my life, filled with stress, commotion, kids, hubby, carpool, church, and everything else on top, I find myself needing the proverbial "junk drawer": a place I can go to put all the special little things I find here and there, so that if I need it in the future, I can hopefully find it in the junk drawer!  So here it is, my blog - my Junk Drawer! 

I hope you can find a few things you might need here, too.  And definitely leave whatever special thoughts or memories you, yourself have!  I just might need what you put in my Junk Drawer!