A Superfluity Of Naughtiness

I mentioned in my last post that I was computer-less for an entire week.  It was a long week, too.  I never realized how dependent I am on my computer until I had to go a full week without it!  Of course the change in my morning routine threw me off-- I usually check my e-mail and various social networks, scan the morning's headlines, and catch up on a handful of my favorite blogs, while enjoying a cup or two of coffee.  It's nice to ease myself into starting the morning.  Without this routine (while I still had my smart phone for checking e-mail and social networks, the small screen makes reading news articles and blogs a bit of a job), I was a little bit lost.  I drank my coffee while watching Nick Jr. or Playhouse Disney with Olette, and couldn't ever really determine when I was supposed to start my morning.  (I am very much a creature of habit!)  Also, since "typing" on my phone is a little bit of work as well (lord, the typos...) so many things happened during that week that I thought, "Oh my gosh, I have to share that!" and then thought, "lord, but I'm so not in the mood to fight with auto-correct right now..."  (Auto-correct and I have a true love/hate relationship, but that's another story for another day.)  So I decided that once I got my computer back, I would dedicate a blog post to these little tidbits.  (I meant to do it when I made that last post, explaining my computer woes, but when I sat down, I drew a total blank on everything I wanted to share!)  The first moment happened in church on Sunday, the same day that I handed my computer over to my (seriously awesome) computer repair guy.

The sermon was on the Fruit of the Spirit, and it was a great sermon.  We've been going to this church for several months now, and I really like it.  I have the attention span of a two-year-old sometimes, though, and at some point I ended up reading everything before and after the Bible verses the pastor started with.  Did you know that Paul said that the ones who were demanding that Christians have themselves circumcised just go ahead and hack their junk totally off (although Paul more eloquently and church-appropriately says "emasculate themselves." In the NIV [Galatians 5:12], anyway). I'm pretty sure I managed to convincingly play off my choked-off laugh as just clearing my throat, and I then dutifully gave the Pastor my undivided attention once again.  (For the record, it's not so much that I found his recommendation of emasculation funny as I just don't remember seeing that before.  If I had, I'd forgotten.  It sort of caught me by surprise.)

Alas, my attention lasted only so long.  Our Pastor preaches from the King James Version, and he went, shortly after my attention returned to him, to James 1:21-- "Wherefore lay apart all filthiness, and superfluity of naughtiness (italics mine), and receive with meekness the engrafted word, which is able to save your souls."  I then spent the remainder of the sermon trying to come up with ways to work the phrase "superfluity of naughtiness" into casual conversation.  (I'm weird.)

The second "man, I wish I could share this" moment came a few days later, when Ben and Olette were heartily arguing with each other about goodness-knows-what.  They argue about pretty much everything, these days.  The argument escalated to the point where they were shouting at each other, and (without realizing that I could see) Ben made a fist and put it right in front of Olette's face, while loudly arguing his point.  Olette saw an opportunity and she took it, leaning her face forward, right into her brother's fist and shouting, "Hey, you just punched me!"  To which Ben, surprised, replied, "I did not, you just put your face on my fist!"  At which point I was glad I saw the entire exchange, because if I hadn't, well, would you have believed Ben?  Oh, sure, uh-huh, you made a fist, and she just bumped her face into it. Yeah, I'm sure... although it sort of makes me wonder how many times she's gotten away with something similar before...

Some days, there is a superfluity of naughtiness in my house.  (See, I did it!)

Never Underestimate The Lethal Power Of Sweet Tea

Ever since we bought our new computer, I've been a little possessive and protective toward it.  As soon as I set it up in the living room, I laid down the law:
Rule #1-- The kids were not allowed to get on it without parental supervision. (Ben was allowed to pick websites from the "favorites" section on the old computer.)
Rule #2-- No food or drink in front of the computer. Ever.

Rule #1 has not been a problem so far.

Guess who violated Rule #2, the one rule that I made abundantly sure was forever impressed upon the minds of my family?  Yeah, it was me.

Usually, I enjoy my "random internet stuff and morning coffee" time on a daily basis.  And every time I put my coffee mug down, I set it on the other side of the desk, without fail.  Amazingly, it was not morning coffee that so spectacularly doused my beloved computer.  It was sweet tea.  A lot of it.

Olette was eating lunch and asked me to help her with something (I think maybe she wanted her chair pulled out further, I don't remember now) so I set down the tea I was bringing into the living room on the desk as I walked by.  And then the unthinkable happened (and while I was right in the middle of facebook chatting with my best friend, no less) and as I walked back toward the computer, in a moment of spazz-tastic coordination, somehow my hand hit that glass of tea in just the right spot so that it toppled forward, and spilled-- completely-- all over the keyboard.

A week later, I finally have my computer back.

Crock Pot Mondays: The Only Way It Could Be Easier Is If Someone Else Did It For You

Ben has his first basketball practice today, so supper is going to be late.  Crock pot to the rescue!  And, as I said in the title, this one literally couldn't get any easier unless someone came in and did it for you.

Meatballs and Marinara
1 bag frozen meatballs
1 jar/can marinara

Combine in slow cooker and cook on low until ready to eat, at least 3 hours.  (The package size of your meatballs will determine the jar size of your marinara. Basically, just eye-ball it.)

Told you so!

Also: Can you believe it? I posted a Crock-Pot Mondays entry on a MONDAY!

Obligatory New Years Post

Enjoy 2011!