Questions...

I have often seen a list of questions posted on this blog or that sometimes with other bloggers tagged and sometimes not. (I have never been tagged and so I am trying to feel superior about that and hence will not tag anyone else either, so that ALL my readers may feel superior right along with me.)

I found these questions on a reader's blog. Teri left a comment on my post about Booh Bah and guess what? All the way across the world in Libya, young minds are being influenced by BOOH BAH! It's a small world after all.

Teri, I have learned through exchanging a few emails, is also the mum of a large family and an ESL teacher. Some day I should share some of my incredible experiences teaching English to Migrant Farmers - out in the fields.


Okay - the Questions.
Here they are, with my answers.

I am thinking about... how to answer these questions...

I said... I feel ill - can I have some pepermint gum please?

I want.. to read more than I do, study more than I have time to, play with my cmaera more than I can... there is lots I want, but mostly I need to learn to be happy with what I have!

I wish... I didn't feel so sick so I could do something besides sit and say "I feel sick..." and then run to the bathroom.

I miss... having a newborn in the house. (And no, I am not pregnant! LOL)

I hear... Blues Clues and am remembering how watching this helped Noah learn to talk. His first word/expression was Boo coos! Now he is 11 and talks all the time! LOL

I wonder... if the new routine we are planning will work for our family. We are trying very hard to make some important changes, esp in our prayer life.

I regret... shouting at Emma this morning, who was only being honest and was very confused by my annoyance and anger with her. Sometimes honesty does NOT pay!

I dance... with my children.

I cry... when I remember my childhood and when I feel alone and can not reach God.

I am not always... doing what I know I SHOULD be doing.

I write... and I LOVE it!

I need... peace! In order to gain this peace I need to learn to Trust God more than I do. This is a very hard lesson to learn.

I finish... the day usually wondering how I could have done better and always very tired.

Have fun with the questions! I hope some of you share your answers. BTW - I lied - I AM going to tag someone. Oh dear, should I? Will others feel left ou... err, superior when they are not tagged?

Oh well - here goes.
Chealsea, Dorry, M.Alexander, Diane and Jen. YOU are ALL tagged. Sorry guys, just thought it is better to only tag women! But please everyybody - tag along too if you wish - the more the merrier! Read more!

A word to the wise...

It is better NOT to allow curious kittens to peek in toilet bowls while you flush one since you may find yourself having to rescue said kitten from swirling, flushing water. At least that is what I have been told today while someone was drying off the hind legs of a small yellow kitten whom I often hear playing on the back of the toilet. Read more!

Oh no!

Mum2twelve has more competition for the key board. Velcro baby, my nickname for nursing babies, has been introduced to BoohBah! So no longer is she content to sit on my lap and chuckle as she hits buttons causing whole paragraphs to dissapear. No, now she climbs up on my lap, fights for the mouse and screams BOOHBAH mummy! Boohbah! Until someone, usually me, gives in.

Then we listen to 'air blowing' sounds, whistle noises and, I have to admit, to some fun music while these amazing blobs that only a baby could find fascinating, dance around on the screen. There are games to play and it all entertains young minds for a looong time. Much longer than it entertain, uh, mature minds.

Not having cable I can not vouch for the tv programme, assuming there is one. At any rate, boohbah is the 2006 answer to Tellie Tubbies!

Now my question is - are the adults that come up with these shows genius or simply infantile?

At any rate - if you notice a little less posting from mum2twelve - you can assume Boohbah is the culprit and that Elsa, and her little buds, are dancing on my lap erasing words faster than I can type. Read more!