Well, Google busted this blog’s PR down to 0 as well for my sin of doing paid advertisements, which they see as paid links. That means I don’t get to do any more ads for this site. What I don’t get is why they don’t go after the sites that facilitate it, who have nice PRs of 7, for example. Bloggrrl got demoted from a 0 to an N/A, which I really HOPE doesn’t mean that they are going to take me off the search engine radar. That would suck.

Although I’ll miss the money from the ads, I’m happy to get MY blog back. I never intended to use Singing the Sky to make money, but once I figured out I could make a grand a month doing this, it was pretty hard to resist.

Anyway, real writing is back! It’ll be nice to take a break from all that while I scheme new ways to make money online.

So last night, I was lying in bed, sleepless, thinking about stuff. One of the things that came to mind is how God is outside of time, at least that is what I believe, although I’ve never been taught anything like that. This probably popped into my mind because I had read an article about ‘time travel that totally caught my attention.

So I started thinking about praying backwards into time. Like, it shouldn’t matter–we pray for things in the future, so why not the past? Your future self could be affecting you now by prayers…At any rate, I looked it up and lots of other people think this way too.

These are the things I think of when lying around with a fever.

I’m sitting at home in bed at the moment, and found a link to some fun
quizzes. I don’t feel like Superwoman right now, but maybe I am. After all, I managed to get Sage all ready for school, making breakfast and lunch included, with the evil stomach virus, my current villain. I’m sure I’ll whoop it soon…

What SuperHero Are You?

More
Fun Quizzes at
StructuredSettlement-Quotes.com

I hate to even think it, but I think I have the stomach crap that’s been going around. I was nauseaus a couple of weeks ago, but it went away, and I concluded that I’d fought it off. Then last weekend, poor Sage threw up for a couple of days. Everyone at work seems to have had it. My stomach has been cramping all day, and it’s getting bad. I hate this stuff. I really, really hope it goes away fast. Ickkkkkk.

So yesterday afternoon, Sage announced that since he was a cat, he would be eating the cat food. He glanced at me out of the corner of his eye to gauge my reaction.

“Sure,” I said. “That makes sense. Cat food is good for you. You can try some when you get home, and if you like it, you can have a whole bowl of it for dinner.”

“Really?” was his stunned response. All of a sudden, I was like the coolest mom ever.

After we got home, I reminded him about the cat food. (I like a little entertainment now and then.) He went and got a piece, and put on a really good face as he chewed it. I asked him if he’d like a bowl.

“No, that’s all right,” he said. And that was the end of that.

I tried cat food when I was a kid. Did you?

I’m almost finished reading The Poisonwood Bible. That book has freaked me out entirely. One of the reasons is that I grew up in a similar fundamentalist environment. It was creepy reading about it, and I didn’t understand why all the characters weren’t stark raving mad at the end, like I sometimes feel. I’m very lucky that my family didn’t stay stuck in fundamentalism; it’s a horrible thing–the biggest lie of them all perhaps.

This book echoed so many of my own thoughts–respecting the spiritual beliefs of others, dogmatism being a huge turn-off, the rejection of any idea of a loving god consigning souls to hell because they were born in the wrong place. I felt some of the frustration that I felt as a child while turning these pages.

As a child, you know some things are just wrong. I know I did. They try to beat it out of you, brainwash you into believing something else, something that is a lie. The brainwashing doesn’t work. You’re left with your convictions, but with just enough uncertainty to make you a little mad. Both kinds.

Aughhhh.

Those couches we found at the dumpster? They look awesome. The thing is, they are made for people with six-inch legs. They are low to the ground, and when I sit on one, it accommodates MOST of my butt, leaving the rest sorta hanging off the edge. My legs don’t know what to do with themselves. The back cushions are pretty generous in size, and that is a large part of the problem. Still, they’d look pretty crummy without them. So, I’m thinking about putting an ad in the paper. I figure I ought to be able to net a couple of hundred. We’ll see. Sage will be mad at me if I do it. Still, looks aren’t everything, apparently.