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Belated Happy Mother's Day to all you mothers out there reading my blog. Hope it was swell. Since it seems as if I can't quite get caught up on my sleep, I was cranky and tired all day. Instead of wanting to bask in the adoring attention of my children and husband, all I wanted to do was to isolate myself and read a good book or watch some mindless television. I did get a few minutes to read while the kids napped (though Chris had a hard time leaving me alone), and after they went to bed, I got to watch the second half of an old Star Trek episode.

My mother has been toying with the idea of a secondary residence in Nashville to spend a few months of the year here. It seems a little cruel to me to get my hopes up. My sister-in-law Jenny did remind me, however, that the last time my mother got such a wild hair, my folks ended up moving from Omaha to Montana in the matter of a few months. We'll see.

I finished reading Inside Delta Force this weekend, and I must say, I enjoyed it a little more than the Mother Teresa biography. It was a whole lot less spiritually convicting (like, not at all), but it was very fascinating. There is a part of my make up that would want to be an ultra skilled commando, shooting up in a matter of seconds a slough of bad guys without harming a hair of the innocent hostages... Maybe why that is why the ultra-love state of being seems like such an impossible thing to me. It takes all kinds to make the world go 'round.

Which reminds me of something I heard once: "The body of Christ is made up of different parts. Somebody has to be the [arse]."

And for those of you who like to watch my kids do random things, here is a link to a video of: Joe Eating a Banana.