A Very Aspie Rudolf

My 11 yr old decide to re-write Rudolf. I like his version better.


Rudolf the red nose reindeer, had a very shiny nose,

And if you ever saw it, you would even say it glows.

All of the other reindeer, judged him from the outside,

They bullied poor Rudolf, forcing him to run and hide.

Then one foggy Christmas eve, Santa came to say,

Rudolf with your nose so bright,

Won’t drive my sleigh tonight.

Then all the reindeer loved him, and learned a very good lesson

Don’t judge by the outside, it could be your destruction.


I'm no wierdo! – Guest posting at Many Hats Mommy

My son’s psychologist diagnosed me after observing and talking to me for more than an hour. It was a bit of a shock at first, but it made my whole childhood suddenly make so much more sense. A great feeling of relief washed over me. I’m not a weirdo; I’ve got Asperger’s Syndrome. …

Read the whole thing over at Many Hats Mommy.

Pure Joy.

BigBoy decided Friday night that he wanted a Bible of his very own.  His big brother received an Adventure Bible a few years back.  thePinkDiva has commandeered the Read To Me Bible we have for the kidlets.  So off we went, bright and early Saturday morning, to the Christian Bookstore down the road.

BigBoy took his time, looking over the selection of Bibles at the store.  I’ll never forget the look on his face when he made his decision and carefully picked out the Bible He wanted.  He clutched the Bible to his chest, and told the cashier how happy he was to have his own Bible.  He carried it so tenderly to the car.  He gazed lovingly at it as we drove home, talking excitedly about how he couldn’t wait to get home and show the rest of the family.

We found the cutest Veggie Tale Bible.  It’s an actual Bible, with all kinds of goodies like verses to remember, and information at the front of each book telling a bit about it.  Plus, several of our favorite Veggie ‘toons have been turned into short comic strips and interspersed through out the Bible, complete with references to locate the actual Biblical story.  It’s so cute!

(And, in the interest of full disclosure, I have NOT been paid by Big Idea for this review.  I mean, I won’t complain if they want to send me a few of their new DVDs…  but yea, totes not compensated for this, ok FCC & Big Govt.)

When we finally got home from our errands, he ran into the house, threw himself down on the carpeted hall right next to the door, and pulled the slipcover from his very own Bible.  He lay there on his stomach, flipping the pages, pointing out comics and words he recognized for a good 5 minutes – which for a 5 yr old boy, is practically a lifetime.

His first Bible.

My heart filled with joy as I watched my son enjoying God’s Word.


So, if I could blog with just the thoughts in my head… I’ve had sooo many good things to write about, and just little time and/or energy to type out everything spinning through my head. Life keeps getting in the way of my blogging, and then the memories start to slip through my Anti-Gravity Colander Brain, as Diane calls it.  Just when I start looking back and realizing that I haven’t been a good blogger for the last half of the year, something happens that changes my perspective.

Recently, my oldest son celebrated his 9th birthday.  We didn’t make a big fuss, he didn’t get much in the way of gifts. It’s been a wild and crazy year (more on that later).  But what really got me… What proved to me that we are doing a good job of raising our children with the proper focus on what’s truly important in this world…  Was when my son came out for breakfast on the day of his birth, knowing that he wasn’t getting a big party or a lot of gifts this year, and he said,

“What’s really important about today is that I get to spend time with my family.  My family is more important to me then toys. Even though I like my toys, I like my family is better.”

Wow.  There are times when I look at my son and wonder if he has a brain in his head, and then there are moments like this when he completely blows me away.

I love you too, GeekBoy.

Red Fireworks

Last night, while watching the fire works on TV:

GeekBoy: “Wow, there’s a lot of red in the fireworks.  Wonder what it means?”
Me: “I don’t know son, maybe it’s just red fireworks?”
GeekBoy: “I think it stands for the blood of those who fought for our liberty.”
Me: “Wow. It’s possible son.  Very possible.”

Still alive

Yes, I am still alive.

Truthfully, I just haven’t had the energy to blog lately.  I think I’ve probably written about a dozen blog posts in my head, but when I open my browser… Nothing.

Seems I’m going through a down time.  If you’ve been following my blog for any length of time, you know this happens to me, a lot.  I have a tendency to get all stressed out and then depression creeps in.  Trouble sleeping, compounded by trouble focusing & lack of energy…  Well… It’s not pretty.  Once that happens, I just quit blogging for a while…  then eventually, I come back, do a massive therapeutic dump session, and voila!  I’m back on the road to recovery.

The one thing that always seems to bring me out of these funks is my music.  I have everything from Just Passing Thru to Rihanna, Kirk Franklin to P!nk, Kutless to Gwen Stefani.  I love music.


My dad loved music too.  It’s hard to believe it’s been two years since he died.  My daughter will never forget “Baby Makes Stink-pot” – my dad’s ad-lib version of the Berenstain Bear’s book, Baby Makes Five.  The other day, my sister announced she’s pregnant.  I’m incredibly happy for her, but it just doesn’t seem fair that her child will never know the man who had such a profound impact on everyone he met, but wasn’t afraid to play barbies with his little girls.

Dad saved my wedding.  I lost the ring I was to give, and we couldn’t find it.  I was having a panic attack about it, when my Dad pulled the ring off his own hand and gave it to me.  “Use this, ” he said as he kissed my forehead.  Then he walked me down the aisle.

I miss you Daddy.

Grampa Reads to Us

Life goes on.

I’ve made it no secret how I felt about Mr. Obama.  But he won. As upsetting as this is, to borrow from Jon at Stuff Christians Like, God is still in control.

I’ve been studing Psalm 46, because of the election.  Reality, both Psalm 46 & 47 are very comforting this moning.  God is our refuge, our present help in troubled times.  Verse 2 of Psalm 46, “We will not fear, though the earth should change and though the mountains slip into the heart of the sea;”  Verses 5 – 7 say that God will help, He is with us, even when the nations totter.  46:10 is the one that everyone will recognize – “Be still and know that I am God.”   My NASB translates this popular verse as “Cease striving and know that I am God.”  The study notes say that this “Cease striving” points to quit battleing, stop the warlike activities and acknowledge God’s supremacy. Psalm 47 tells us to sing praises to our God, and reminds us in verse 8, “God reigns over the nations, God sits on His holy throne.”

So life goes on.  At this point, all we can do is pray.  Pray that God’s will be done.  Pray that the damage will be minimal.  Pray that the American people wake up.  Pray for God’s peace that no matter what comes, He is in control.

Meanwhile, I made a little blog giftie for my conservative friends. Feel free to snag the button for your own blogs, just please, no hot linking. right click, save as, and upload to your own servers.

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Modern Day Deployment

I want to see his face
I settle for an email

I want his touch
I settle for txt

I want to hear his voice
I settle for a computer screen

I want him
I settle for a screen name.

He wants me
I keep my laptop open

He wants to hear my voice
I email every night

He wants my touch
I respond to txt as soon as possible

He wants to see my face, and our children.
I send photos as often as possible.

I am so proud of him

He is so thankful for me.

Together, we are unbreakable.

(c)2008 Lorraine Yuriar


BTW – Yes, I am unbelievably blessed.  I do not know how military families survived in the days before email.  I also know that I am lucky, because even today, not every military person deployed has access to internet or phone. I don’t know how their families manage. The poem is written based on my own experiences, blessed as they are.

I love this time of year.

This, the unhurried few days of fall, when the weather is just perfect & the holidays far enough away, this is the season I love.  I love these months of September and October.  The temperatures drop just enough to make opening the windows a real joy.

This is when I love the coming holidays.  This is when I get excited about Thanksgiving and Christmas and the whole big holiday thing.  Ask me again two weeks before Thanksgiving and my attitude will have shifted dramatically, I assure you.  But for right now, for the next few weeks,  i’m going to enjoy the weather and joy of the holidays, before the stress sinks in and sucks all the fun out.