[Mara's Mom]

Originally Posted by Small

Hey, now. Who do you think wrote all the words I was replying to, originally?

Yeah, but that was in response to all the words you wrote.
*Japanese bow*

I'm finding it hard to find the relevant parts to reply to, so I think you'll unfortunately (or not, I'm not sure which) get the economy-sized Smallreply today.

I KNOW. It gets tricky sometimes because I don't remember what was said in response to what statement. Especially when "Whoop!" or *chuckle* is all I have to go on. *laugh*

I'll work on getting proof of his supercuteness and charm, but that said, he used to be tiny, but each day finds him closer to lanky. He can be kind of quiet, but he also has a sort of sudden dry wit he unleashes without warning which makes Rhymish and OtherGuitaristWhoseNameAlsoEndsIn"ARA" explode in giggles.

And I'll work on getting proof of her supercuteness and charm. Then once you have taken down a few specific mothers, your bassist might have a shot. *grin*

I think I lost my first tooth when I was eight, and my adult teeth grew in looking rather like I'd made a habit of taunting bullies as a child, which is why they now have silver equipment attached to them.

We were just talking the other day about silver equipment. I was born with teeth just straight enough to pass. One might consider this a blessing, except for the fact that I didn't then get the benefit of superduperstraight teeth from braces. *kick*

AND your teeth become slightly more crooked as you age. So I will be seeing the orthodontist in my 70's. *rolls eyes*

The world has a thing about straight, bright white teeth. It's true.

Originally Posted by Godslilrosebud

HEY.

Hey, Rosebud! How are you, dear? I like your new color. It suits you well. I've checked your thread and you haven't updated. Things going OK?

Originally Posted by Smaller

I know! It made my eyes smarkle![/excited whisper]

Mine too! [/panflute]

Are you trying to fluster me? [/whisper]

I don't know. Is it working? [/doe-eyed]

I’ve never thought of it from that angle. You have a very good point. I bet I’ve all sorts of spleenish muscles.

You should enter a competition of sorts. Spleenish sorts, specifically.

Not yet. *bites lip* .

You? *sneaky naptime whisper*

No. *groan*

But I bet I could if you would quit whispering all the time. *moves cot away from Rhymish*

*shifty embarrassment* Very literally.

Actual physical fighting? Involving actual anger?

It’s an accidental giggle unless he’s very good at intentionally giggling in an accidental sort of way. He isn’t a very manly man at all but I’m not sure he’s supposed to be at his age. He is very definitely a boy but a gentlemanly one who I’m sure will make a very good sort of man.

That's good. Some boys shouldn't giggle because it just doesn't sound right. I would not want her to be married to someone gigglier than herself. And gentlemanly is good.

I bet he would. I’m pretty sure he’s listened to Clara and I talk about shoes and clothes and hair. He is a very patient, interested little chap.

That sounds good. *scribbles notes*

I am working on this. *winkywiggle*

Yes. I am working on a photo layout and personal bio for Sophie. We are tiring of her and would really like to marry her off soon. Her constant charm is grating our nerves and she eats too many vegetables. Can hardly keep them in the house.
~*~

Tooth Update:
He lost his left front tooth yesterday. So he's down two. And one more that is wiggly, but will probably take a couple more weeks.

Vindaloo Update:
February 23, 2007 (Which just so happens to be the 200th anniversary of the law passed in British Parliament making the slave trade, but not slave ownership, illegal.)
Mission accomplished. It's some spicy stuff, but really tasty. We now have no need for Vindaloo updates. It is the passing of a very, very, very short era.

We are supposed to get all kinds of rain and snow and general yuck today. It may jeopardize our movie/dinner plans. And while this possibility saddens me, it is also kind of fun to be trapped in your home. That means fires and hot cocoa and some kind of baked thing and board games or poker or movies. We're in a win-win situation here.

Allow me to clarify. The aforementioned fires would be in the fireplace.

I am on worship team this weekend. We are singing a hymn from 1937 that reminds me of the gazebo scene in The Sound of Music. I am going to try not to picture that while I'm worshipping on Sunday. There is also a part where I sing a few words by myself and my friend kept laughing because it sounds kind of cheesey in that barber shop quartet kind of way. They are insisting I do it, so we'll hope she can keep it together during worship. And that I won't be thinking of flirtacious teenagers dancing around a gazebo.

We are making a slave ship today. Not life-size.

[Small]

Originally Posted by Mara's Mom

Yeah, but that was in response to all the words you wrote.
*Japanese bow*

Yes, but this is your blog, so it's unlikely that the original message to which the first one of us replied was written by me, so I think I'd eventually win.

That said, my sense of chivalry forbids me tracking back that far, and instead, I will continue to do as you have done, thereby forfeiting victory.

*Japanese bow*

I KNOW. It gets tricky sometimes because I don't remember what was said in response to what statement. Especially when "Whoop!" or *chuckle* is all I have to go on. *laugh*

I especially hate it when the original message is more than a page back, and if you want to track it down, you need to open another window, which is time-consuming and feels somehow pathetic.

Often, in those cases, I decide that if I can't recall, and it was such a short response, it wasn't very important, and can be cut out to save space.

And I'll work on getting proof of her supercuteness and charm. Then once you have taken down a few specific mothers, your bassist might have a shot. *grin*

Well, the thing is, when one gets past the initial question of "Does Mrs. D approve?" we come to the question of "Do the two young folks we've been discussing approve?"

If they don't, I suppose it just wasn't meant to be, if they do, I will respectfully inform the specific mothers that "The principle players in this saga approve of the match I presented, which means that they don't approve of the ones you present. I'm sorry. Would you care to join me for a celebratory root beer float?"

We were just talking the other day about silver equipment. I was born with teeth just straight enough to pass. One might consider this a blessing, except for the fact that I didn't then get the benefit of superduperstraight teeth from braces. *kick*

Well, yes, but you also didn't get the sorrow of having braces put on, and teeth pulled to make room for the plans outlined by your orthodontist, besides which, the one time I happened to see your teeth (the only time I happened to see you, actually) they looked straight enough to pass most any inspection.

AND your teeth become slightly more crooked as you age. So I will be seeing the orthodontist in my 70's. *rolls eyes*

\
Yes, but by that time you'll be grateful to still have all your teeth, so the glass will still be half-full (It would look entirely full if it had dentures in it).

The world has a thing about straight, bright white teeth. It's true.

It totally is true. Obviously, bright, straight, white teeth are more attractive, but they are not All. Really, they aren't. On those occasions when I see All, it is very rarely teeth.

I wrote a song about this, you know.

Actual physical fighting? Involving actual anger?

I will answer for us both:

*shame*

That's good. Some boys shouldn't giggle because it just doesn't sound right. I would not want her to be married to someone gigglier than herself. And gentlemanly is good.

There is a wrench, which I hate to throw in the works, but which must, from necessity be lobbed works-ward: he is one of those people who tends to be somewhat quiet, at least at first. The emergence of the real him is a gradual process, and if I recall correctly, Sophie is much the same; hence there could be problems right at first, or perhaps the similarity of personality will lead them to the conviction that they are kindred spirits.

There is a photo on his cousin, the other guitarist's wall, in which he looks very much like the pretty-boy villain in a Disney film, and one would be turned off by it, were it not for the fact that the guitarist reports that he hated what the photographer made him do with head-tosses and so forth to achieve the pose which has been recorded for posterity.

That sounds good. *scribbles notes*

Yes, yes, he's very tolerant.

Yes. I am working on a photo layout and personal bio for Sophie. We are tiring of her and would really like to marry her off soon. Her constant charm is grating our nerves and she eats too many vegetables. Can hardly keep them in the house.

Yes, yes, I see your problem. Unfortunately, it is a problem that may not be shared by bassist's family. That said, perhaps she can just live with his family for awhile, and we wouldn't need to tell either of them that they are slated to eventually plight their troth in holy matrimony, and they will come to the conclusion that it is their destiny by themselves. Their wedding cake can be a carrot cake!

Tooth Update:
He lost his left front tooth yesterday. So he's down two. And one more that is wiggly, but will probably take a couple more weeks.

I know of people who claim they never had loose teeth for more than a day before their rage at the loose body parts caused them to ignore the pain and forcefully remove it. *shiver*

Vindaloo Update:
February 23, 2007 (Which just so happens to be the 200th anniversary of the law passed in British Parliament making the slave trade, but not slave ownership, illegal.)
Mission accomplished. It's some spicy stuff, but really tasty. We now have no need for Vindaloo updates. It is the passing of a very, very, very short era.

HURRAH! SING, YE NATIONS!

But, but, but, but...What will you update us about, now?

We are supposed to get all kinds of rain and snow and general yuck today. It may jeopardize our movie/dinner plans. And while this possibility saddens me, it is also kind of fun to be trapped in your home. That means fires and hot cocoa and some kind of baked thing and board games or poker or movies. We're in a win-win situation here.

You know, that's very true. We appear to be headed for a sort of yuck which doesn't inhibit travel especially, but makes the world a miserable place in which to be alive.

Also, we are out of hot chocolate.

Allow me to clarify. The aforementioned fires would be in the fireplace.

Oh. Remind me, again, how is that a win-win situation?

I am on worship team this weekend. We are singing a hymn from 1937 that reminds me of the gazebo scene in The Sound of Music. I am going to try not to picture that while I'm worshipping on Sunday. There is also a part where I sing a few words by myself and my friend kept laughing because it sounds kind of cheesey in that barber shop quartet kind of way. They are insisting I do it, so we'll hope she can keep it together during worship. And that I won't be thinking of flirtacious teenagers dancing around a gazebo.

Hymns from that era sound suspiciously like the sort of thing you hear on the soundtracks of ancient films, as if, perhaps, the Christian songwriters of that era copied, or participated in, the same style as that of popular music from that era, but of course, that can't be accurate. I think we all know, indisputably, that the only holy songs are those written fifty miles away, stylistically, from that nefarious lawlessness on the radio.

*rolls eyes*

I do love some of those songs, though. When I was in that octect a couple of weeks ago, we sang several songs with that general aspect. I'm trying to think of what the one I'm thinking of specifically was. It involves the tenors doing a barbershop type-thing at one point and also the melody on the chorus is from the altos while the rest of us sing something soft in the background.
We are making a slave ship today. Not life-size.[/QUOTE]

[Art]

Long posts.

Hi.

[Godslilrosebud]

Originally Posted by Mara's Mom

Hey, Rosebud! How are you, dear? I like your new color. It suits you well. I've checked your thread and you haven't updated. Things going OK?

Here's my answer:

Liar, Liar
Skirt on fire
Every time I look in the mirror
I can see a little clearer
Liar, liar,
Pants on fire
"You aren't honest to yourself,"
Jeers the picture on the shelf.

I'm trying. I'm really, really trying. But that's the truth.

[H.M. Murdock]

Hey.
*wave*

Now I leave, before I smash a couch. I hope you have a good weekend! *one-man wave*

[Mara's Mom]

Originally Posted by Small

Yes, but this is your blog, so it's unlikely that the original message to which the first one of us replied was written by me, so I think I'd eventually win.

That said, my sense of chivalry forbids me tracking back that far, and instead, I will continue to do as you have done, thereby forfeiting victory.

*Japanese bow*

But your sense of chivalry didn't mind pointing that out? *wink*

*curtsy*

I especially hate it when the original message is more than a page back, and if you want to track it down, you need to open another window, which is time-consuming and feels somehow pathetic.

It does somehow feel pathetic. I am just going to respond with a simple "Dory" from now on.

Well, the thing is, when one gets past the initial question of "Does Mrs. D approve?" we come to the question of "Do the two young folks we've been discussing approve?"

But that is so...I don't know...reasonable?

If they don't, I suppose it just wasn't meant to be, if they do, I will respectfully inform the specific mothers that "The principle players in this saga approve of the match I presented, which means that they don't approve of the ones you present. I'm sorry. Would you care to join me for a celebratory root beer float?"

Two words.

Tonya. Harding.

Well, yes, but you also didn't get the sorrow of having braces put on, and teeth pulled to make room for the plans outlined by your orthodontist, besides which, the one time I happened to see your teeth (the only time I happened to see you, actually) they looked straight enough to pass most any inspection.

Sorrow? It's certainly a short-lived sorrow for a lifetime of pretty teeth. Hrmph.

It totally is true. Obviously, bright, straight, white teeth are more attractive, but they are not All. Really, they aren't. On those occasions when I see All, it is very rarely teeth.

Bright, Straight and White are still pretty nice.

I will answer for us both:

*shame*

Awww. It's all in the past. [/comfort]

HURRAH! SING, YE NATIONS!

*listens to nations*

But, but, but, but...What will you update us about, now?

Um. I don't know. But not about vindaloo. Vindaloo is, like, so February 21st.

You know, that's very true. We appear to be headed for a sort of yuck which doesn't inhibit travel especially, but makes the world a miserable place in which to be alive.

We had freezing rain off and on yesterday and last evening. Nothing like they were describing. Today it is supposed to snow and not stop until tomorrow. Do I think it will actually happen? I don't think so. But it's good to be prepared.
[QUOTE]Also, we are out of hot chocolate.
MAY IT NEVER BE! Do you have milk and unsweetened cocoa? If so, then you have hot chocolate.

Hymns from that era sound suspiciously like the sort of thing you hear on the soundtracks of ancient films, as if, perhaps, the Christian songwriters of that era copied, or participated in, the same style as that of popular music from that era, but of course, that can't be accurate. I think we all know, indisputably, that the only holy songs are those written fifty miles away, stylistically, from that nefarious lawlessness on the radio.

*rolls eyes*

Would you like to tell us what you really think, Small? *chuckle*

I do love some of those songs, though. When I was in that octect a couple of weeks ago, we sang several songs with that general aspect. I'm trying to think of what the one I'm thinking of specifically was. It involves the tenors doing a barbershop type-thing at one point and also the melody on the chorus is from the altos while the rest of us sing something soft in the background.

It is a lovely song. We just had a hard time keeping it together. If the weather does what it is supposed to do, it may be a moot point.

Are you a bass or baritone?

Originally Posted by Art

Long posts.

Hi.

Aaaaaaarrrrrt. *smile*

Originally Posted by Godslilrosebud

Here's my answer:

Liar, Liar
Skirt on fire
Every time I look in the mirror
I can see a little clearer
Liar, liar,
Pants on fire
"You aren't honest to yourself,"
Jeers the picture on the shelf.

I'm trying. I'm really, really trying. But that's the truth.

Oh, dear. *hug*

Rosebud, that is one of the things I admire most about you. Your willingness to be honest. You are a very genuine person that way and it is refreshing and lovely. I am praying for you right now. *smile*

Originally Posted by H.M. Murdock

Hey.

Hi!

*wave*

*wave*

Now I leave, before I smash a couch.

It's okay. Pick a couch. Any couch. *gestures to options*

I hope you have a good weekend!

Thank you, Jason! I hope the same for you! *smile*

*one-man wave*

*two-armed hug*

~*~

Our weather is supposed to be really icky all day long. I don't want to do Saturday chores. I want to gather my little chicks into our big king-sized bed and get them all nestled in between Mr. D and I and watch movies and laugh and not even care about all the hot cocoa getting spilled on our comforter.

Our movie/dinner plans were not ruined, thankfully.

I really enjoyed the movie. It made me cry a few times. I would like to do some further reading and then see it again. There were moments that the plot seemed rushed along. There were some other nitpicky things that could have been better

I do not understand the reviews that accuse it of being syrupy-sweet. I think we've become so jaded that we just have a hard time swallowing something positive.

And, in fairness, it seemed to do a fair job of presenting the humanity of Wilberforce and Newton. Wilberforce was plagued with colitis, a condition made worse by the anxiety of his cause and resulting in an opium addiction. Newton was plagued by his past, despite knowing God's forgiveness and grace. An uncomfortably honest portrayal of the fact that forgiveness does not necessarily remove the anguish of past sin. Albert Finney was amazing. His scenes were very moving.

We went to dinner with friends after bringing the kids back home. It was a micro-brewery so we bought their beer sampler. I have a headache this morning. Not from over-indulging, but probably from something in the brew. Certain wines will do the same thing to me. Anyway, the Chocolate Porter was excellent. I would have that again, as long as it comes in a small, small glass.

Remember my toenail falling off? (Ugh.) Well, it's about halfway grown back. It still looks very icky in a deformed way.

I can hear a car trying to drive down our street. It must be icier than it looks.

I am going to make hot cocoa now. Peace out.

*love*

[Mara's Mom]

Weather Update:
Iowa is now closed.

[MtlMom]

Originally Posted by Mara's Mom

Weather Update:
Iowa is now closed.

I saw that on the news! I am so glad that you don't suffer from Seasonal Affective Disorder, or we would be scraping you up from your keyboard by now. You also are not claustrophobic, so you can count both of those as blessings. Staying inside a house just isn't an option for me. I think this is why God plunked me down in California. He knew I was going to be a wimp.

Your toenail will be fully grown out and painted bright red by July 28th.

[Godslilrosebud]

Originally Posted by Mara's Mom

Oh, dear. *hug*

Rosebud, that is one of the things I admire most about you. Your willingness to be honest. You are a very genuine person that way and it is refreshing and lovely. I am praying for you right now. *smile*

Thank you.

[Elizabeth]

Hello Mrs. D, it has been forever since I visited your fair journal. Life has a way of keeping people busy. Anyways, how are you? Do you have exciting plans for the month of March?

[Small]

Originally Posted by Mara's Mom

But your sense of chivalry didn't mind pointing that out? *wink*

Chivalry, unfortunately, involves a great deal of pointing out how chivalrous you are. That is why, in general, I abide by a modified code of chivalry.

More, if you need some justification for my behaviour, ask your daughter to show you my essay "Why Gentlemanliness is Overrated"

*curtsy*

*kneels*

It does somehow feel pathetic. I am just going to respond with a simple "Dory" from now on.

Very clever. I don't think Dory would be that clever.

But that is so...I don't know...reasonable?

Very true. Besides, both of them are reasonable, so if we would steal up to them and whisper stealthily in their ear "Come along, I've found the ideal lifemate for you." they'd be at least intrigued enough to follow us to the packed sanctuary and once we arrived there, they'd see each other, and realize that, after all, we know what we're about.

Two words.

Tonya. Harding.

Two Short Paragraphs:

You know these facts: I am a little brother, little brothers are dang speedy. Hence, if they come after me, or Jordan, with sharp objects, we can outrun them. Jordan is a little brother, also.

Root beer floats. Everyone loves root beer floats. If they try anything after I offer them root beer floats, you don't want them involved with your daughter.

Sorrow? It's certainly a short-lived sorrow for a lifetime of pretty teeth. Hrmph.

Yes, but your teeth are fine, without sorrow. I doubt anyone thinks your teeth are insufficient.

Bright, Straight and White are still pretty nice.

Well, yes, but they aren't All. Even when my teeth are straight, they shan't be bright and white all the time; I drink far too much coffee for that.

Awww. It's all in the past. [/comfort]

Yes, thank heavens. *chuckle* It would've made good TV, though.

*listens to nations*

They do sound pretty, don't they? *lifts glad voice in song*

Um. I don't know. But not about vindaloo. Vindaloo is, like, so February 21st.

Vindaloo is out of vogue. *lifts nose*

How about pie? Have you made pie recently? Do you intend to make it, soon?

We had freezing rain off and on yesterday and last evening. Nothing like they were describing. Today it is supposed to snow and not stop until tomorrow. Do I think it will actually happen? I don't think so. But it's good to be prepared.

The last time we were supposed to have a massive snowfall, we actually did. It was, of course, not as bad as they predicted, but it was still worse than it normally is. We had freezing rain randomly show up last night after a shockingly clear day, and the fastest I drove on my way home from Clinton's place of residence was 25 mph.

MAY IT NEVER BE! Do you have milk and unsweetened cocoa? If so, then you have hot chocolate.

I think our larder may fall short in the category of unsweetened cocoa.

Would you like to tell us what you really think, Small? *chuckle*

You know what's odd? I don't know if you read the Saturday Address, but I used some of it to further rail on the subject. What do I really think?

I think some of the people I talk to about it could stand to shift their views somewhat. I also think that it's a lovely thing to have mostly a capella worship with a high degree of hymns. It is something I wouldn't actually actively desire to change about my church; but at the same time, I don't like hearing other system degraded as unholy or not edifying.

It is a lovely song. We just had a hard time keeping it together. If the weather does what it is supposed to do, it may be a moot point.

It was a moot point. [/prophet]

Are you a bass or baritone?

Ah, this question is difficult for me to answer, because when it comes to hymns, the bass part is almost never too low for me to sing, but the tenor part is never, I believe, too high for me to sing. In fact, I normally sing tenor. I sang tenor that evening.

Our weather is supposed to be really icky all day long. I don't want to do Saturday chores. I want to gather my little chicks into our big king-sized bed and get them all nestled in between Mr. D and I and watch movies and laugh and not even care about all the hot cocoa getting spilled on our comforter.

That sounds utterly lovely, with the only deleterious effect being your family developing the unfortunate habit of praying for inclement weather all through the winter months.

Our movie/dinner plans were not ruined, thankfully.

I really enjoyed the movie. It made me cry a few times. I would like to do some further reading and then see it again. There were moments that the plot seemed rushed along. There were some other nitpicky things that could have been better

Hurrah!

I've heard it's really a good film, and since the things I was going to say in regards to it are more relevent to what you said about it later, I will go down there *indicates* and say it.

I do not understand the reviews that accuse it of being syrupy-sweet. I think we've become so jaded that we just have a hard time swallowing something positive.

The Columbus Dispatch actually praised the sentimentality for fearlessly going where we've become too jaded to go.

And, in fairness, it seemed to do a fair job of presenting the humanity of Wilberforce and Newton. Wilberforce was plagued with colitis, a condition made worse by the anxiety of his cause and resulting in an opium addiction. Newton was plagued by his past, despite knowing God's forgiveness and grace. An uncomfortably honest portrayal of the fact that forgiveness does not necessarily remove the anguish of past sin. Albert Finney was amazing. His scenes were very moving.

I forget where I read it, and therefore can't say it with absolute certainty, but I have heard that Newton actually wrote Amazing Grace while still involved with the slave trade.

We went to dinner with friends after bringing the kids back home. It was a micro-brewery so we bought their beer sampler. I have a headache this morning. Not from over-indulging, but probably from something in the brew. Certain wines will do the same thing to me. Anyway, the Chocolate Porter was excellent. I would have that again, as long as it comes in a small, small glass.

I was about to look at you very hard, and raise my eyebrows sternly, but all became well as soon as I read the sentence beginning with "Not".

I, not being Jason, have nothing else to say in response. *chuckle*

Remember my toenail falling off? (Ugh.) Well, it's about halfway grown back. It still looks very icky in a deformed way.

The toe-nail on my little toe, in the past year, has twice forcefully parted ways with the majority of my body and gone to seek its way in the wide world. It grew back looking vaguely deformed and disgusting, but so deformed that it would catch on my socks, and eventually, it came off again. Painlessly, as it happens.

I can hear a car trying to drive down our street. It must be icier than it looks.

Iciness can creep up on you while you are in basements winning games of Settlers of Catan, I know, because last evening, it happened to me.

I am going to make hot cocoa now. Peace out.

I cannot make hot cocoa, and therefore, I weep. *weeps*

Actually, I weep because my internet form is slipping. I can now seemingly only get one huge blog reply in, per time online, so my blog is languishing in proprieter-silence. *weeps*

Originally Posted by Mara's Mom

Weather Update:
Iowa is now closed.

Oh, dear. I'm sorry to hear that.

[Mara's Mom]

Originally Posted by Mara's Mom

Weather Update:
Iowa is now closed.

Weather Update:
Iowa is no longer closed. But enter at your own risk. [/falling limbs]

Originally Posted by MtlMom

I saw that on the news! I am so glad that you don't suffer from Seasonal Affective Disorder, or we would be scraping you up from your keyboard by now. You also are not claustrophobic, so you can count both of those as blessings. Staying inside a house just isn't an option for me. I think this is why God plunked me down in California. He knew I was going to be a wimp.

I have no doubt, dear friend, that you are of the sort that God could plunk you anywhere and your response would be to bloom. Besides, the winter wonderland around us is worth the cost of admission. Simply stunning. Cold, but stunning.

Your toenail will be fully grown out and painted bright red by July 28th.

HA. It will most likely be painted bright red regardless. [/scandalous]

Sophie and I were snuggled in my bed while she rummaged through my very small and unimpressive jewelry box. May I ask why it is so shocking that I would keep my toenail?!?

Originally Posted by Godslilrosebud

Thank you.

You are so very welcome, dear. *smile*

Now. *straightens hair and settles in next to Rosebud* You must tell me three of your favorite things in the whole world. Is Chris Rice still one of them? Favorite things are not to be underestimated. Ever. Sometimes they give us just enough lift that we think we have wings for a moment. And we all need to fly at times. So, yes. Your three favorite things. Or more than three. Doesn't matter. You go first and then I'll go and maybe we can get others to join in. *clap*

Originally Posted by Elizabeth

Hello Mrs. D, it has been forever since I visited your fair journal. Life has a way of keeping people busy. Anyways, how are you? Do you have exciting plans for the month of March?

Well, look at you, Elizabeth! How are you? You know, forever doesn't seem quite so long since you're here for a visit now.

I am well. We are healthy, we are warm despite the cold and we are aware of His hand in most things. Today I was temporarily snowbound with my family, went on a date with my daughters, took a nap with my husband, ate the last of the whipped cream, was delighted to find Jack Black in my livingroom and suffered death by lightsaber. Looking back, I'd say it's been a good day all in all. *grin*

March is going to be plain old March. That is going to suit me just fine.

How about you?

~*~

Mr. D is a snow hero, conquering driveways and sidewalks of neighbors and church friends and pastors everywhere.

Listen up, young men. Your wife will adore you when you do things like this.

Listen up, young women. There is a time to snuggle and there is a time to share your husband.

That was just a very short life lesson for anyone interested. *laugh*

Tomorrow I will post some pictures of our snow. Just because it is so pretty. Supposedly, we will have more this week.

One never becomes too old or too round for a snowsuit. [/Iowa fortune cookie]

[Mara's Mom]

Aren't you ever the sneaky one? *chuggle*

Originally Posted by Small

Chivalry, unfortunately, involves a great deal of pointing out how chivalrous you are. That is why, in general, I abide by a modified code of chivalry.

More, if you need some justification for my behaviour, ask your daughter to show you my essay "Why Gentlemanliness is Overrated"

Oho! Modified in whose favor? *laugh*

*kneels*

Are you really kneeling in your heart of hearts? *narrows eyes*

Very clever. I don't think Dory would be that clever.

The poor thing can't help it. She forgets to be clever and you can hardly hold that against her.

Very true. Besides, both of them are reasonable, so if we would steal up to them and whisper stealthily in their ear "Come along, I've found the ideal lifemate for you." they'd be at least intrigued enough to follow us to the packed sanctuary and once we arrived there, they'd see each other, and realize that, after all, we know what we're about.

Hmm. But she would try to trick him by dressing down and turning off her sparkle. Is he the sort that would see through this test?

Two Short Paragraphs:

You know these facts: I am a little brother, little brothers are dang speedy. Hence, if they come after me, or Jordan, with sharp objects, we can outrun them. Jordan is a little brother, also.

A good friend would protect his knees just in case.

Root beer floats. Everyone loves root beer floats. If they try anything after I offer them root beer floats, you don't want them involved with your daughter.

Here is a tip: Artichoke dip. [/traitor]

Vindaloo is out of vogue. *lifts nose*

Quite true. *haughty sniff*

How about pie? Have you made pie recently? Do you intend to make it, soon?

That could work. I committed an act of treason against pie today by purchasing pie crust. From a store. *nervous blink*

I think our larder may fall short in the category of unsweetened cocoa.

Baking chocolate? Chocolate chips? Chocolate syrup? *bites lip*

You know what's odd? I don't know if you read the Saturday Address, but I used some of it to further rail on the subject. What do I really think?

I think some of the people I talk to about it could stand to shift their views somewhat. I also think that it's a lovely thing to have mostly a capella worship with a high degree of hymns. It is something I wouldn't actually actively desire to change about my church; but at the same time, I don't like hearing other system degraded as unholy or not edifying.

Yet again, we are of similar mind.

It was a moot point. [/prophet]

You are correct, Great Day-Late Prophet. *laugh*

The Columbus Dispatch actually praised the sentimentality for fearlessly going where we've become too jaded to go.

Good for them!

I forget where I read it, and therefore can't say it with absolute certainty, but I have heard that Newton actually wrote Amazing Grace while still involved with the slave trade.

Yes, I would like to know the timing of this. It hasn't yet come up in my reading. Then again, my reading has been fairly light, relying mainly on internet sources. I would like to track down a reliable book on his life.

I was about to look at you very hard, and raise my eyebrows sternly, but all became well as soon as I read the sentence beginning with "Not".

Oh, no worries there, Small. *smile*

The toe-nail on my little toe, in the past year, has twice forcefully parted ways with the majority of my body and gone to seek its way in the wide world. It grew back looking vaguely deformed and disgusting, but so deformed that it would catch on my socks, and eventually, it came off again. Painlessly, as it happens.

Do you keep it in your jewelry box? [/whisper]

Iciness can creep up on you while you are in basements winning games of Settlers of Catan, I know, because last evening, it happened to me.

How strange! It also happens when one is tweaking their Netflix queue.

I cannot make hot cocoa, and therefore, I weep. *weeps*

You don't happen to weep hot cocoa, do you? [/optimist]

[Mara]

Mom, today there is a two hour delay at school, which means I am going to go sleep on the couch until you wake me up. *love*

[hapa_angel]

Originally Posted by Mara's Mom

*hug*

My joke slipped past you. At least I am in good company. [/Bill]

Well, when I am down to blog-checking maybe once or twice a week, a whole lot more than that tends to slip past...


Hullo, Mrs. D. When ARE you getting a Wii? *nudge, nudge* Or should I just make your Mii for you?

Ohmygoodness, you guys have to see our Art and Rachel Miis. And Kepa's; it looks just like him! I'll have to link the console to a laptop and take a screenshot one of these days.