I was looking at my stats and I am wondering why people are reading this. Sure friends and family are expected to visit daily or at least weekly. But why do the rest of you come back. I’ve not had any great inspirational posts of late, nothing too humorous. I’ve considered changing my format due to the number of strangers reading my posts, maybe work harder, perhaps finds some theme or direction. Decided against it. My original reason to start this blog was to have a place to keep friends and family up to date as well as an outlet for my various rants or revelations. I thought it would be cheaper to be able to get on here and go off on my topic of the moment vs. calling long distance to the list of those I wish to share my life.

Plus it’s also a good way for me to remember what’s happening in my life. My memory is not always as it should be, so I often check my blog to find dates that particular events have happened. But why do you check it? Hmmmm. . . puzzling.

I personally don’t read too many blogs. I did read some of the more popular ones till I started wondering why they were popular. Mostly I read those of people I already know from the “real” world. I read to better understand and know the people that are already in my life. I have only a few others blogs I like to keep up on. I’m even reducing that list more this week. I realized I am spending way to much time reading blogs that while interesting and funny are of no real
“life” value, only idle time being spent. I’ve decided to weed through my virtual list, deciding which to read and which to let go. (It is hard to let go)

My new standards are this: Does it bring me closer to God. Does it encourage me in my growth as a Christian, wife, mother, friend, and child. If you are reading me out of habit please think about it for a second. Is this idle time being spent? Are there other things you should be reading/doing instead? If so you should stop. It won’t hurt my feelings. Just delete me. (Unless of course you are related through blood or friendship in which case reading this is a requirement of the relationship;) If you do find some value here, than you are welcome to stay, just don’t let the time you spend here be a hindrance to your growth, your relationships, or your responsibilities.

Love ya!

This is day 4 of the sugar fast. So far so good. Sarah and I even made cookies on Tuesday with no problem. Tonight however we have been invited to an ice cream social. mmmm home made ice cream. Not to mention the cobblers, pies, and brownies that go along.

Maybe I shouldn’t go.

You’ve not lived on the edge untill you’ve been the kitten of a 3 yr old. Our new kitty (newly renamed Mouse) looks death in the eyes at least 3-4 times an hour.

My first realization of the danger was on day 2. I found Joshua shoving the helpless baby into a jelly jar. Through out that day I would find the cat in various predicuments: a shoe, a sock, a dump truck. Thankfully, he didn’t quite make it into the Milk Jug or the Diet Pepsi Can.

Constantly being carried by the neck or tail, or swung around like a rope by the legs, used as a phone and a hat, this cat has yet to convince his owner that he in fact is not a toy. A glutton for punishment as soon as “Mouse” breaks free he turns back for more. For some unseen reason Joshua is by far his favorite human.

Sunday I found the 6 week old cat, soaking wet hanging from a wire. Having climbed nearly to the roof in an attempt to escape, the cat realized his fear of heights and was frozen, clinging to the telephone wires attached to our house. Apparently Joshua thought he needed a bath.

Yesterday, my loving son walks into my room carring an umbrella. I tell him to go put it back in the closet where it goes. He responds by saying “kitty doesn’t want to go in the closet”. What!?! The umbrella is completely folded up, how could the kitten be in there. Oh but it was. I unsnapped the little tag that holds it together and slowly tried to open the upbrella but I couldn’t. The wires were wrapped on both sides of “Mouse’s ” neck. To open the umbrella was to kill the cat. (If it wasn’t dead already) After a good 8 minutes the cat was free and the umbrella’s was destroyed. As I freed the little baby I held him close to my heart, “I am so sorry! So sorry my little boy tried to kill you!” I put the cat to the floor fully expecting him to run and hide in some safe haven. He instead stumbled quietly and directly to his captor.