Kajsa conversations

Kajsa has, as usual, been keeping us laughing… last week there were many funny conversations, and I actually wrote down two of them, so here they are:

Kajsa: I’m going to text Dee Dee…

Me: Ok.

Yeah, because I love her!

Oh, she’ll like that, then…

Yeah.. (then making texting motions and noises..)

What did you write to her?

Dear Love Mommy Daddy…and Dear Love Kajsa I love you. Dee Dee.

That’s really nice, KAjsa. Dee Dee will be so happy to read that.

Yeah. And I pressed the green button so that it send.

Oh.

Yeah. And, the mailman can give it to her.

Oh, that’s great, hon.

Mommy?

Yes, hon..

I just pretending.

Another day, Kajsa was walking around the house making a huge mess—pulling out toys, clothes, etc.. Jim and I were both slightly aware that the house was being quickly messed up (more than usual!), but so far nothing and nobody was being harmed in the making of the mess… and frankly, we were enjoying a little time to do our own projects, so we let it happen.  At one point she turned over a bunch of puzzles, and packed a small purse with the pieces and a few other odds and ends. She grabbed her sunglasses and said,

Mommy… I going to college to see Bean.

Ok.. have fun. Tell Bean I said hi.

Ok. I will. Bye, Mommy!

A few minutes later… Ok… Heeere’s college… !

Then a few minutes after that.

Mommy?

Yes.

I going to college to see JoJo.

Oh.. But JoJo’s not at college.. she’s in Chicago.

Oh, you’re right. (laughing.) Then I go to Chicago to see JoJo.

Ok.. have fun. Tell her I said hi.

Ok, I will.

Later on, we were cleaning up a bit, and as we were putting away her puzzles, we couldn’t find the purse with the puzzle pieces.

What were you doing when you remember last playing with that bag?” I asked her.

Hmmm. I was here, in the dining room… I was at Go-Cubs-Go with JoJo.

Go-Cubs-Go?

Yes. With JoJo.

Ok.. then after that, where did you go?

Hmmm. Let me think. (tapping her finger on her chin..) After Go-Cubs-Go, I went to my bedroom. And I made this big mess with my clothes. Then I was with Abby… I can’t remember.

A few minutes later, Jim found the purse with the puzzle pieces… he gave it to her, and she exclaimed,

Oh, Daddy! I SO happy… Thank you!

Terrible work uniform:

a polyester mauve dress, for the Ramada Renaissance (one of their restaurants)… years ago.. hopefully they’ve changed the uniforms for wait-staff…

Overheard at My Own Funeral

"Where is she? She's late… "

"I heard her saying she needed to grab another memory card but she couldn't find it.."

I miss this

neighborhood walks… I love where we currently live–love it.. but sometimes wish we had a neighborhood to walk in, where I would see people and their dogs… get to know the dog names, etc..

“Plinky”? …

Yes, Plinky. Last night as I was nearly falling asleep, I was surfing around the wordpress site, looking at different things about blogging…you know, things I thought I’d figure out long ago but never have! That sort of thing. And lo and behold, there was something about writer’s block… and a new service called “Plinky”.. which posts a daily “prompt” or question.. that you can answer on the Plinky site, then it links to your blog.

So it sounded like fun to me, given that I frequently think “oh, I need to blog”.. and I have a great idea that I’m certain is the best blog post idea I’ve ever had. By the time I sit down at the computer, I’ve either forgotten the idea, or no longer have any creative juices left… so end up not blogging.

Not that any of this matters, but it just sounded fun.

Thus, plinky….

I prefer to stay up late

As far as I know I've always been this way.. I love night time. I'm frequently tired, but still don't want to go to sleep early because there's so much to do and I sometimes get creative at night.

Good Samaritan preaching…

I’m preaching this Sunday, and the text is Luke 10:25-37… or, as many of us know it, “The Parable of the Good Samaritan”. As I’m thinking about the text, the message–or many messages–and the potential directions for preaching, I came across this interesting piece. Apparently it’s by a Barbara Johnson, though in my initial research I couldn’t figure out who this Barbara Johnson is… but apparently it was printed in “Ecunet, Homiletics”.. not sure if that means Homiletics magazine, or what.. but, here it is.. clever. Good. Interesting. If any of you have seen this, and know who Barbara Johnson is, feel free to let me know.

A man fell into a pit and couldn’t get himself out.

A subjective person came along and said, “I feel for you down there.”

An objective person came along and said, “It’s logical that someone would fall down there.”

A Pharisee said, “Only bad people fall into a pit.”

A mathematician calculated how he fell into the pit.

A news reporter wanted an exclusive story on his pit.

A fundamentalist said, “You deserve your pit.”

An IRS man asked if he was paying taxes on the pit.

A self-pitying person said, “You haven’t seen anything until you’ve seen my pit.”

A charismatic said, “Just confess that you’re not in a pit.”

An optimist said, “Things could be worse.”

A pessimist said, “Things will get worse.”

Jesus, seeing the man, took him by the hand and lifted him out of the pit!

And then I found this great image of artwork, called “Portrait of You as the Good Samaritan”. You may need to scroll to the right to get the full image. It’s also good, interesting, and makes me think.