7 Quick Takes Friday (vol. 124)
— 1 —
Let’s start with a Yaya story: On Tuesday the kids were at Yaya’s for the afternoon when I got a call from a number I didn’t recognize (so, like a good introvert, I didn’t answer it). When I received the Vonage voice transcription email it said:
Hi my name is Molly and I need for over here at the neighbor well and just wanted to call and leave a message that guy guy here at the school with the kids. Come bye.
Needles to say, this caught my attention. I immediately listened to the audio to hear a woman’s hesitant voice saying, “Umm, hi, my name is Molly, I’m from here in the neighborhood, and I’m supposed to tell you that, umm, Yaya, is here at the pool with the kids if you want to come. Umm, thanks. Bye.” We went down to the pool, never ascertaining exactly why the invitation was delivered through a random neighbor, to see Yaya and the kids sitting on the edge of the baby pool. A big red wasp landed right by them, and the kids were about to bolt to get away from it. So Yaya did the logical thing: Without a second thought, she snatched up the wasp in her fist and hurled it off into the grass.
We all just kind of stood there in silence, not sure that we really saw what we thought we saw. Yaya was already back to playing with the kids when my husband asked, “Umm, did you get stung?” She looked at her palm as if just now considering it, and laughed as she pointed to a red welt just under her index finger. “Yep, he sure did get me!” she said, and then she went back to splashing around with the kids.
— 2 —
Aside from the concept of snatching a wasp with your bare hand, which is officially The Least Likely Thing Jennifer Fulwiler Would Ever Do™, I cannot comprehend being stung by a wasp as something you don’t really notice (though it does shed some light on one of the scorpion incidents). Later Yaya was telling a neighbor about her day. She talked about the fools on Judge Joe Brown, the funny things the kids did at the pool, her trip to pick up milk at the store…no mention of the wasp incident.
I tell you this: If I were to get stung by a wasp, then have NASA call to invite me to be the first blogger on the moon, then receive a knock at my door from the Publisher’s Clearing House crew, then get a direct message from Oprah asking me to be the guest on her final episode to explain the truths of orthodox Christianity to all her viewers, then check the mail to receive a letter from Pope Benedict saying that he reads my blog every day (and is secretly my regular commenter VaticanDude16), and then get a call from my OB saying they misread the ultrasound and we’re actually having triplets, when my husband came home and asked me what my day was like, I would reply: “I GOT STUNG BY A $%^&! WASP!”
— 3 —
I’m talking about rap today over at the National Catholic Register (the post will be up after around 7:00 AM). It’s been a long time since I’ve had that much fun writing a post.
— 4 —
So I set up a semi-anonymous Facebook account last month. And I think I’m already going to delete it. A friend had a Facebook group I wanted to check out, so I set up an account with a rarely-used email address under my maiden name and turned on all the privacy settings, so that I could just view the group. But now I’m getting all these friend requests and message alerts! On the one hand, it’s all very cool: I love seeing my friends’ pictures, knowing what they’re up to, etc. On the other hand, it’s left me with a dilemma that I’ve talked about before: honestly answering the question, Do I really have time for this? With two blogs, endless email, other writing projects, homeschooling and the whole four (soon to be five) young kids thing, I have to be a time management ninja. So my choices are:
- Keep the Facebook account, interact with friends (commenting on walls, replying to comments on my wall and direct messages, viewing photos, etc.), and get overwhelmed.
- Keep the Facebook account, interact with friends, and take something else off my plate to free up some time.
- Keep the Facebook account, ignore comments and messages and risk seeming rude.
- Delete the account.
I see why Facebook is so great. If and when my schedule frees up, I think I’d enjoy having an active account. But I think that right now my best option is (d).
— 5 —
From the “I can’t believe this works” files: We decided that our kids’ diets desperately needed an overhaul, since one of our daughters starting having some problems that we thought maybe, just maybe, could be related to the fact that she never wants to eat anything other than Cheez-Its and pasta. I was skeptical that anything could get the kids to eat more nutritious fare, but decided to give it a shot. I’ve started buying those bags of pre-washed veggies and containers of ranch dip, and each afternoon I dump the veggies out on a serving tray and open up the dip. I’m amazed at how well the kids eat them! We’ve had no grumbling about it, and they’re now getting a lot of fresh, raw veggies in their diets.
— 6 —
I can hardly find the words to explain how much I love the Dominicans, so here’s an inspiring video instead (via Creative Minority Report):
— 7 —
A huge thank you to those of you who recommended the book The Better Part. I bought it on the recommendation of some comments, and am so glad I did. It’s a gold mine! I’ll review it later in more detail, but the biggest thing I’ve taken away from it so far is the difference between prayerful meditation and spiritual reading. I never really knew the difference between, say, reading the Bible as spiritual reading and reading the Bible as meditation, and this book gave me clarity on the subject, which has already transformed my prayer life. I highly recommend it.
Below is a linky list if you’d like to add a link to your own 7 Quick Takes post. (1) Make sure the link you submit is to the URL of your post and not your main blog URL. (2) Include a link back here.
New here? Take a moment to introduce yourself, or say hi on Twitter at @conversiondiary.