Baguette has done a lot of cool stuff lately. This will be a post of its own. It’s that much stuff.
- I’m glad the holidays are over, but I could really use a vacation. Good thing there’s a three-day weekend starting tonight.
- We’re playing a lot of football.
- Sometimes we play leopard.
- Sometimes we play both at the same time.
- I had my first session with a personal trainer today, and I am so sore I can’t walk down steps, and no one will sympathize because they’ve all been working out for years.
- Eating a huge burger and fries with a beer may not have been the most productive response, but it worked for me at the time.
- Unexpectedly running into John C. Calhoun must have been terrifying.
- This Christmas, it occurred to me that I don’t know if Baguette knows about Santa. Then it occurred to me that we also haven’t taught her anything about Jesus. Then I started to wonder what, exactly, she thinks is going on at Christmas. So I bought her a book of Bible stories, and am reading her one a night before bed. I also contradict them with my commentary. I am not sure I’m helping.
As far as I’m concerned, the ability to eat burgers and fries and drink beer and still fit into my clothes is one of the best reasons to exercise.
My parents bought us a book of Bible stories at one point, too! We haven’t done that yet. No doubt the day is coming. But I took a history sequence in college that included the rise of Christianity and I read a good deal of the Bible then, which means that so far I’ve been able to explain things enough on my own. I do, of course, shoot dagger eyes at my husband who grew up going to church and Sunday school and is no help at all on these things. Probably just buying a book of Bible stories would be a healthier response…
I grew up going to church and Sunday School/CCD, and Mr. Sandwich went to church with his family. Both of us were raised Catholic, and neither of us practices; we haven’t been to Mass, even on holidays, since before Baguette was born. I want her to be able to develop her own faith, and have the grounding to do so (that means whatever she believes or does not believe; I still want her to have a cultural familiarity, and understand references people make).
Mmmmmmmmm, burger and a beer.
I’ve had plenty of days where I was so sore from working out that the idea of “stairs” was enough to leave me shaking with fear & trepidation.
I’m deathly afraid of my kids figuring out my thoughts on religion . . . I mean, I take them to church every week. They attend Sunday school . . . but, for me, church is little more than a paycheck (a measly one, to be sure, but income is income).
I’m still sore. I really want to keep going, and yet I have so much trouble sitting down and standing up.
I keep thinking that this is the year I work myself up to a 5K. Based on absolutely no evidence that that will happen at all. So you have my sympathies anyway 🙂
I recall being sent to Sunday School as kind of an anthropological observation so that’s how I took it. We had our own cultural/faith related traditions but it seemed like a good idea for us kids to learn other religions. It helped with catching Biblical references anyway. That and Veggie Tales.
Oh, hey, Veggie Tales. I forgot about them.