I have been tagged ...

So, my ohh so lovely long-distance friend Jill tagged me. She is a compassion advocate and she would really like for someone or some people to sponsor two children she has featured on her blog. Just a little plug on her behalf... now on to the tagging business.

7 Random/Weird facts about moi:

7. I am not a neat person. I mean, like for organizational purposes. Clean but not neat.

6. I was a foster-child for nearly 5 years. It was supposed to be a 60-day hold.

5. I have advocated for Guardians-Ad Litems by speaking to various committees of politicians here in MN.

4. My favorite place to eat is Chip*lte. Noone in my family is a fan. I don't get there often.

3. I hate to shop at W*l-Mart. My father-in-law thinks I'm extravagant and a snot because I prefer T*rget.

2. I used to L-O-V-E rap music. I cried when Biggie died. The further I walk on this Christian path the less I like, as it's pretty offensive and it wouldn't be something I'd like to hear out of my 4-year olds mouth. Contemporary Christian has come along way - I'm finding more each day that has a beat and a good message.

1. I am not sure how in the world I will find someone to tag - as this is new and frankly my blog friends are limited. I am not sure how to link.... so if you are reading this and got tagged...it's another one of those everyday miracles that God's provided because I don' t know where to start except 'help'.

-Sonja ;0)

I had a *Mom* Moment

Ok Friends ... so it was a normal Wednesday afternoon, running to get L at her school, 10-minutes from home. I was about to begin our 'family night' to church which consists of the taxi driver/mom running all over this area to pick-up children and drop them at various places from their various extra-curriculars while trying to prepare a meal to 'enjoy' together between trips and finally end up all at church. No doubt, with 'our happy to be there, no, I haven't been running around like a lunitic' church faces

I had little M and big M buckled in along with our little friend J - who comes here part time for daycare; they were slightly cranky so I put in the summer camp CD. I was trying to teach them songs to lighten the mood. It was not going well. I decided to sing loudly without abandon - words, actions, and the whole 9. At some point in my drive I noticed that there was a van in front of me that was there for the majority of the drive, and I wondered to myself ..."What if that is Kelly?" Kelly is a friend of mine, who used to be my neighbor who I've been having some conversations about our respective relationships or lack-there-of with the Lord. So, needless to say I wouldn't want to give her any more reason to think I'm a nut. So, the song went something like this ...
"Who's the King of the jungle (Oooh-oooh)" .. arms in the air like an ape
"Who's the King of the sea (bubble, bubble)" ...hands bubbling above head
"Who's the King of the universe and who's the King of me" ...pointing to self
"His name is J-E-S-U-S ( YES! )" ....Making the letters with your hands/body and then Rockstar hand in the air
"He's the King of me, He's the King of the universe, the jungle and the sea" (REPEAT)

So I played this song ...ummm the whole ride so roughly 7-10 times - actions and all. It was good stuff friends. We (the car load of folks under 4 and I) were, by the time we reached the school, officially rockin' this song. I pulled up in the front of the school, and L gets in - proceeds to laugh at the craziness inside - and turn down the music. I start to pull away and this lady is coming toward my van - Who is ... umm ...what in the...?!? Yes, it was Kelly the woman who *previously* was taking part in some deep theological discussions with yours truly about grace, and how some folks believe you get to Heaven and most recently about the story of Noah and obedience to God so she could teach her Preschool Sunday School class. We will see if the discussions continue. It was some good stuff I tell you...GO-O-O-O-OD stuff.

I know this is not the first mom moment, nor the last. As I can vividly recall a certain 3 year old, not to name names but ** A**, who loudly noticed in the JCPenny's bathroom that his mom was minus one pen*s...all while what I remember as every elderly lady in town was waiting in line giggling at his discovery. ( I was a very self conscious single mommy during this time...) This is the stuff I want told at my funeral some day... because it needs to be put to use, not wasted on a one-time giggle. ;)

Misc ....

First, I just have to say I HAVE FOLLOWERS! WOO-HOO!! In this short time that I started this lil bloggy of mine, I have followers. One, ahem, is 'my girl from Cali' who intends to use this to keep up on the craziness of my household since I am failing to update her via phone. One my friend who moved away that I once said ' if I had a blog ...' and the third a friend I have yet to get acquanted with.

So, I started this little blog because reading blogs has become my passtime (in ALL the free time that I have with this tribe of children I have at my house) and I've always thought it would be such a good thing to do to share the funnies that I encounter. So, I set this up with an extremely heavy heart on the way to a Women's retreat 2 weeks ago - only to get on last night and find my followers... how exciting. I've comeback refreshed from all my travels in the past two weeks, and I'm excited for where this little project or brain dump will take me! (and YOU)

The next order of business is to share that while I can cook, I'm probably no match for Betty Crocker, but my little sister (10 years younger) has been calling me Betty Crocker for years ... it all stems back to when she was a wild and free teen ager and I got married and got boaring ... so she started calling me Betty Crocker ... she is full of nicknames this was one of the nicer ones :).

I have kids arriving in about 10 minutes so I better get my coffee brewing and myself in order.