Sawatzky Family, but mostly just Ang

There's a litle girl who lives across the street from us.  Aven refers to her as Spawn because she is truly terrible.  Throws things around for no reason, punches, screams... a real treat.  When Spawn is around, someone else is always crying.

 

Hope told me the other day that Spawn had yelled, "I hate you, Daddy!" to her dad because he had asked her to come home for dinner. 

 

"She's a bully."  Hope confided in me. 

 

What's a bully?  I ask.

 

Someone who is really bossy and not nice and needs a spanking, she answers.

 

That about sums it up. 

 

It's really a shame, because I'm sure Spawn could be a wonderful girl.  Her parents seem very nice...just not particularily tough.  Especially the dad.  It's almost embarrasing to watch him try to make her do something she doesn't want to.  And when you have a child with that particular bent, toughness is crucial.  You gotta stand your ground or they'll roll right over you.  And being told where to go by a five year old is something to be emabarressed about because it's nobody's fault but your own.

 

 

The other evening, Aven and I were both in the washroom getting ready for bed and I sat down on my knees on the floor for a minute...

 

Aven looked at me incredulously and says..."are you taking a breather in the middle of....flossing?"

 

Yes, yes I was. 

 

Things are definately getting harder to do....even flossing.

 

4.5 weeks and counting....

This past weekend, one of my wishes/daydreams came true.  It's nothing huge...something fairly simple actually.  But I had been wishing for this particular thing for months...

 

What is it?  I had been wanting a hanging rope chair for our front porch.  

 

I had visions, you see, of me sitting there, holding baby boy, and gently swinging while I kept an eye on Hope and her friends while they played out front. 

 

I spent many hours on the internet looking up rope chairs...but the costs on all of them were over $100.00, and I just wasn't willing to pay that much. 

 

So this past week, I was flipping through a Canadian Tire flyer, and to my amazement, there they had a hanging rope chair for $20.00!  I went the next day and bought one.   Aven needed to get the hanging hardware, which he did, and yesterday he put it up.

 

After a few height adjustments, I declared it just right and climbed in to spend my first blissful hour on a Sunday afternoon. 

 

There was a slight breeze blowing which whispered through the tree leaves and set some chimes softly ringing across the street.  Other than those two sounds, the street was completely quiet apart from the odd car driving by.  I felt like I was on vacation somewhere far away.  The only thing that would have made it just a tiny bit better would be the faint smell of the ocean. 

 

It was even better than I had imagined it would be.  I foresee long wonderful hours spent in that chair in the coming weeks and months. 

 

Aven took a look at my face while I was swinging there and declared the cost to enjoyment ratio exceptionally good. 

 

I agree.

 

 

I have a particular habit...one that I share with my mom... in which case I'm going to put the blame squarely on her for this habit.

 

Anyways...when I'm reading a novel - any novel - a romance, a mystery, a drama, whatever, I start the book at the beginning like any normal human, and then after a few chapters in, when I've found out who the main characters are and what the conflict is, I have to flip to the back of the book and read the ending so I know what the resolution is.  Then I go back and read the rest of the story. 

 

Aven thinks I'm ruining the story this way (and I'm sure the majority of you probably agree with him).  However, for me, I just can't stand a mystery.  It really bothers me.  I need to know how it ends.  Once I know which man she picked, who the murderer is, etc, my soul can be at peace and I can enjoy the journey of the story, knowing how it ends up.

 

When watching a movie with Aven, and I know he's seen it, I make him tell me how it ends.  When we were first married he was very reluctant to do this, again believing that it really would ruin the story for me.  Now that he knows me much better, he asks me if I want to know what's going to happen when a particularily intense situation comes up.  Ahh, true love!

 

Anyways, I have finally found a TV show that suits my habit perfectly - it's Cold Case.  I love Cold Case because the deed has already been done.  The person is already dead or missing; the detectives are now (years later) finally figuring out what happened.  I love it!  There's no waiting for that fatal bullet...excellent.  So now I PVR it and I watch it all the time. 

lol. It's funny because when I first started watching it, I didn't make the connection to my reading habit, but Aven did and it's totally true!

 

So if there's any other oddballs out there like me who like to know the ending first, I totally recommend Cold Case!

 

Over and out.

 

At church last Sunday, at the end of the service, the pastor put up a prayer on the overhead...it's from Proverbs 30: 8b-9....

 

". . .give me neither poverty nor riches, but give me only my daily bread. Otherwise I may have too much and disown you and say, "Who is the Lord?" Or I may become poor and steal, and so dishonour the name of my God."

 

We were all invited to say this prayer aloud as a congregation. 

 

I couldn't say it, though.  

 

You see, we have tickets for both the Children's Variety Lottery and the Hometown Heroes Lottery... And I want to win the grand prize...  does 1 million dollars count as riches these days?  Probably not, but I didn't want to take a chance.

 

Not that I want to get rich and disown God...I would just like the million dollars so I can stay home with my kiddies and not have to work.

 

So there it is.   What do you think about me now?