Rage Against The Minivan

pardon my french, but . . . some feelings on the bailout

Sorry for the profanity, but this picture pretty much sums up my feelings on the matter: Thanks to my little sister Brooke for sending it to me. Now, for some less sarcastic thoughts on the matter, I love what Jim Wallis has to say about the whole debacle, and how this is a systemic problem of our society at large:"If all that come out of this crisis are some new regulations on naked short-selling, transparency in hedge funds, realistic credit ratings for mortgage backed securities, and a slap . . .

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A gift and a challenge

I woke up to a gift in my email inbox this morning - some amazing new photos of Keanan. My blogger-friend Jamie Ivey and her hubby are in Haiti visiting their own kids who are waiting to come home, and they took some amazing shots of our little boy. It is such a treat to see pictures of him and hear reports of how happy he is. It makes the waiting so much easier. Thank you, Jamie!! Jamie's husband Aaron wrote some pretty profound sentiments on his blog today. He was musing about how kids are . . .

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Why I Hate My Husband

Grrr.My husband just came back from the gym. He hasn't been to the gym in, like, years. Remember how before I got crazy sickly pregnant, I was trying to run every day? And I was working my butt off, running even twice a day sometimes, trying to work my way up to three miles a day? And how it took me like a month to get to that point, and yet I was still sore and hurting and no where near a ten minute mile . . .Yeah. So.My husband goes to the gym tonight, runs three miles in less than thirty . . .

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What is your child’s Native American name?

We've all played the "What's Your Porn Star Name" game. Okay maybe just me. But I thought it would be funny do have a little fun at our own childrens' expense. Because I'm having one of those days where if I don't laugh, I just might cry. Again, maybe just me. Soo . . .Play along. If you had to name your child based on their characteristics right now, what would it be? Think Dances With Wolves, toddler style. I've been toying around with the following Native American names for my kids.For India, . . .

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Fear, Faith, and Motherhood

I was directed to a blog post this morning at girl talk and it really spoke to me. The author was asked if she could parent her daughters all over again, what she would do differently. Her response:"While I am aware of numerous ways I would want to be a better mom, one thing stands out far ahead of the rest. I wish I had trusted God more.For every fearful peek into the future, I wish I had looked to Christ instead. For each imaginary trouble conjured up, I wish I had recalled the specific, . . .

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Capturing the Elusive Christmas Photo

Getting a good Christmas photo is one of those holiday tasks that can incite fear and dread into the heart of even the bravest of parents. I have spent countless hours in a portrait studio my children, puling my hair out and seriously biting my tongue so that I don't scream at the barely-15-year-old employee to TAKE THE FREAKING SHOT and WHO CARES IF HIS KNEES ARE NOT CROSSED, HE JUST SMILED. And then explaining, as they enter into their sale pitch, why I would not like a collage of my kids with . . .

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Fashionista, I’m Not

You know you are getting old when you get the new Urban Outfitters catalog in the mail, and instead of drooling over the clothes, this is your stream of consciousness:"Really? People wear this stuff? Are they trying to be ironic with these clothes? Who pairs a flannel over a satin dress? Why are these models slouching so much? Why dont't they wear bras? And stand up straight? And eat something? There is nothing in here I would wear. Even if I was super skinny. I wonder if The Gap is having a . . .

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