Still running for the cheese (or why this blog still exists)

As my regular readers can tell, this has been a dry year for me. Just look at the number of posts this year vs. 2008! Awhile back, I had considered either shutting down the Maze, or starting a new blog that would more accurately reflect where I am in life now. Truth be told, sometimes I come here, look around, and feel distinctly hypocrytical about the things I want to write. I'm sure I'm not the only one to ever be in that kind of place.
As the time in between posts has grown longer, I came to realize something. Without the past years' material, where I am now makes very little sense. What good is the destination without the journey? As Christians, so much of the best stuff that happens to us is in the times God is molding us to His image. To throw away the evidence of that process would somehow cheapen the result, I think.
So, here we are, dear friends. I think my little mousie may just have rounded a corner finally. Some things will change around here to reflect the changes in my heart. And you know what? That's ok. As much as I typically rage against anything changed in my life, I'm learning to accept the God-given ones. My prayer is that some of you may be encouraged by what you read here. Hey, you may even be challenged. And of course, if you know me, then you know you always stand a good chance of being offended too. Not intentionally, to be sure! Just know that what you find as you wander this Maze with me may surprise you as much as it does me.

All that to say this:


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Tuesday, August 26, 2008

Ah muse, thy name is CMF!

In noticing many of us have gotten lax about regularly updating our blogs, a CMFer issued a friendly reminder to post. Shame on us, eh? Shame On You

Since my mind has been consumed by thoughts of fair food and brownies this last week, I asked for any random suggestions for a topic. Oh, this should be fun!
Thursday is back to school day here for my kids. Oh thank God! I'm ready to rip my hair out after the last few days. Honestly, I love my kids, but one can only take so much of a 5 year old doing that "I've got my eyes on you" thing from Meet the Parents. Or when the same kiddo screams at the top of his lungs how you're personally ruining his life because he's not allowed to stay up past 8pm. Oh, Lord, save me from his teenage years! Rolling Eyes Thank you Melanie for reminding me that relief is but a few days away!

Lately, we've been blasting through bread. Seriously. I guess in a family of fatsos (well except for MonkeyMan...still have no idea how that kid got skinny) it shouldn't shock me that we're all freaks for carbs, but it does. This month, it's been close to a loaf a day. Yowsa! How does that happen? I mean, I know that once Mr. P. pops in some bread to toast (see there Meri? toast! LOL), everyone crawls outta the gutters. I will include myself amongst the gutter-crawling, toast-fiends. After all, my first thought when I smell that golden scent (how I can attribute a color to smell makes me all the more snazzy) is often "I wonder if I can get Mr. P. to make me a slice?"

These last few weeks have been not so easy and joyous in our home. Mr. P. and I have had more than a few fights, admittedly most likely stemming from my PMDD. (there I said it, Mr. P.) One of our ongoing arguments is about our fertility. Some of my readers may know that I suffered a miscarriage earlier this year. As much as I am loathe to admit it, it's affected me more than I ever could've initially conceived. (bad pun, I know I know)
While I find myself at down moments dreaming of the baby I might one day have, God willing, I do wonder about certain baby products on the market these days. Since it's been 5 years since my last newborn, things have come quite a long way in certain areas. Many products I look at and think, "Wow, I wish they had that out when my kids were small!" But some? Oy. Take those baby boogie suction thingys for instance. (ha! Am I good or what?) Back when my boys were born, the hospital sent me home with one. I thought to myself, "What on earth is this thing for? Hopefully nothing to do with the circumcision care!" I never did get the hang of sucking out my baby's brains, ermmm, boogers with those things. So, poor Tank got the ol' Q-tip routine. He still does to this day.

Oh, and LJ, I refer you to the post "Public Service Announcement" for your toothpaste request. You'll find it familiar I think. Belly Laugh


Til next squeak,

4 Squeaks from the Maze:

Meri said...

ROFL!! Brenna, you really should be a published author, or an improv comic ;)

Very few people could put together a few random ideas into a very thoughtful, funny post:)

Love, ya!

Melanie said...

Wow, you rock ... all those random topics in one post! ROFL~!!

I think I'm going to have toast for breakfast. :-P

Mrs. P said...

~grins~
Now signing autographs at the table located near the coconut oil display across from the toothpaste aisle during my "She rawks out loud" world tour. Coming to a Walmart near you.

Mr P said...

LOL Dude if we can get that booked you are so doing at least a ten city tour...I need a vacatioon somehow!!!!!

 
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