a little behind

on the blogs...
but i didn't want to write anything that wasn't worthwhile reading, but then i realized that i am not so much writing for others (if my blog is read at all?) but for me.
look, see? i had to start a new day with a new paragraph. yeesh.

so our homegroup is starting 'The Love Dare'. yes, that's the devotional that kirk cameron did in 'fireproof'. and i'm a little wary of it, because i opened the book to check out a few pages and it seemed a bit cheesy. but we're doing it. today is day one. would you believe it's on patience?

as i sigh, i realize and of course you realize that i am not the most patient person in the world. i know that. i know i need to work on that. but it did mention just keeping your mouth shut instead of answering your spouse in a bad tone or nasty words. 'yes rockstar hubby, there is ketchup in the fridge, you just have to look for it'. we all know that men don't like looking in the fridge. actually i don't think they like looking for anything, which is why we all need a photographic memory to remind them where to look, (your wallet is under the red book, sitting beside the stack of papers, ontop of the desk in the basement that has the computer on it). i am pleased to brag however, that the gaffer seems to be developing my memory, but uses it to ask insane questions; "mommy, remember when the red one fell and you laughed, but then daisy picked it up and brought it over and we had to put it back?" er...i think i'm working for amanda priestly. and yes, i brag here saying, i do know what he's talking about. thank goodness my memory cells came back, because as soon i was knocked up, they disappeared. couldn't tell you where they went, i don't remember.

in other news: our fabulous child has an addiction to wolverine. no, he doesn't watch x-men, he's not allowed. he's four for goodness sakes. don't even get me started on how his cousin, who is 6, is allowed to watch tete-a-claque, batman (yes the new dark knight movies) and nightmare on elm street. but he now has a batmobile, sorry, the wolverine mobile, a tiny wolverine character who can, for some reason, turn his upper torso 360 degrees, and a new helmet. RSH and i were shopping on our date (my favourite thing to do, other than eating, but we did that later) and we found an insane sale on ski helmets at sports experts, where we found a helmet for the gaffer that was regular 109$ for 30$. it was camouflage and it looked exactly like a soldier's helmet. of course he bought it. so the gaffer wears it constantly and i'm to call him 'wolverine costume boy' when he does. we had a long conversation about how i would call him that, but only at home.

in other, other news: mom in law was in the hospital for some kind of chest pain attack. i don't know what the doctors will say, but it brings up the whole, 'building another house to live with the in-law thing' and while i don't mind at all, yes, it is freaking me out a little....