What Really Makes Me Angry With God???

Winter time has officially come upon us here in the frozen tundra and again I strive toward the goal of leaving my house as little as humanly possible (Kaydn Rye, can that broken leg wait until spring, I'll drive you to the hospital when it's warmer outside....just kidding, man, tough crowd)

Really, in all seriousness, while I have come to grips with the conclusion that yes, there's evil in the world, pain and suffering, death and taxes, yada yada yada, you know what really makes me angry with G-d??? The fact that it is this cold. Really, it does not need to be this cold, there is just no reason for it. No reason. It just makes me really angry at G-d. I'm sure G-d can handle me being peeved, and I'm sure it doesn't manipulate him into changing the weather, but still, come on, this cold? Really???

Anyway, with hubby getting the mail now and even picking up a few things from the store on his way home from work, I haven't had to leave the house all week. I didn't even have to drop Kaydn Rye off at preschool yesterday. He woke up and said, "I don't wanna go to preschool today, I just want to rest. I need my rest." In reality he just wanted to stay home and play with his new GeoTrax he got for Hanukah, but it even looked like it was 30 below when I glanced out the window, so I just said, "Okay. That's fine." I interjected a stern warning though, "Tomorrow, you'd better be prepared to go to preschool, because you're going whether you like it or not little mister."

I think I'm going to ask his preschool teacher if I can get a discount on the monthly rate if I agree to only bring Kaydn Rye to preschool on days when it's above zero. She might go for it.

With preschool, the mail and groceries all taken care of, the only thing standing in my way of my goal was the dog. This house being the only house we've lived in without a fenced in yard has put me at odds with Gertie's wintertime bathroom breaks. And considering the size of the yard, a fence would most likely cost us upwards of a million dollars, so last year we settled for the next best thing - wire chicken fence. She never got the idea to really jump over it, until the snow started piling above it by about 10 feet, but it sufficed. That is, until I got really cold and Gertie began stepping out the patio door, squatting and peeing pretty much on the sliding glass door. She just wouldn't go any further.

This year, I wasn't having it, so we decided to put up the fence on the other side of the back porch. (Trust me, I am going somewhere with this) The only problem is that the sliding glass door on that side is pretty much a door to nowhere, unless you consider a 20 foot drop somewhere. I thought about just throwing her out there and seeing if she'd claw her way up the side of the house, but I scratched that idea. Instead, hubby built me this.....



I told you I was going somewhere with this. Yes, this is my wonderful, soon-to-be patented Doggy Potty Ramp. For a dog who would much rather bask in the warmth with her pet puppy, the ramp is a dream come true.

"God Loves santa, My Brain is Tricky" and Other Musings.....

If there was ever a phrase for the week, it would be, "My brain is very tricky, you never know what might be in there."

In case you're wondering, it all began with a trip to Wal-Mart (doesn't everything?) when I happened to saunter past a sale on games. With my ever resourceful mind engaged, I thought about all the wonderful things I would accomplish with hubby playing games into the wee hours of the night with the little one.

Just kidding, I bought them for all the joy that is brought by family togetherness time.

Anyway, so my purchases included Battleship and Operation. I compromised: one game for Kaydn Rye to play all by himself while I attempt to spew jury verdict commentaries and another for, you know, bonding time. Nothing like sinking your kid's ships with bombs to bring about the spirit of togetherness.

Once I pulled it out of the box though I began to wonder whether or not a four year old would understand the whole A11, J10 grid concept with the red and the white pegs and the weird boat shapes and all.

Let's just say, I never cease to make myself laugh at all the ridiculous thoughts that run through my head. Within five minutes he was spouting off B11, G5, hit and sunk. So the one day while we're engaged in battle, he's thinking and he says to me, "My brain is very tricky....you never know what's in it."

He must have been thinking about his brain even later in the day as we sat down to lunch, cause he said to me, "My brain has locked a lot of stuff in it."

"So do you have lots of memories?"

"Yep, I have lots of memories in my brain."

And I believe him. Many times we'll just be sitting, perhaps playing a game, when he'll say something like, "Remember that time when....?"

Oh, and I didn't even get to the best part about the kid's "brain" this week. So on Saturday, while in the process of losing my mind at the mall, Kaydn Rye becomes intrigued by the santa exhibit. Nothing wrong with that, except we celebrate Hanukah. But he continued, "I wanna talk to that guy."

Because we celebrate Hanukah, the concept of sitting on some fat guy's lap and telling him what you want for Christmas is a completely foreign concept to the kid, which is why I wondered what he wanted to talk to santa about.

Regardless, I guess I felt like living dangerously that day.

So I told him to tell santa that Jesus loves him and I sent him on his merry way to the santa exhibit.

He did his thing in line waiting for santa and proceeded to sit on the guy's lap. They appear to be engaged in deep conversation and then santa tells him to run along and gives him a candy cane.

I asked Kaydn Rye what in the world he was talking about with santa and he said, "I told santa that God loves him."

"And what did santa say?"

"That he loves God too," he said.

"Well that's nice," I said.

He apparently thought it was strange that some guy in the mall would ask him what he wanted for Christmas because he seemed genuinely confused by the question.

Apparently he told santa he didn't "do" christmas. (Instead, we have eight crazy nights.)

I'm sure it was the strangest conversation santa has ever had with a kid on his lap.


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