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Drop Kick Me Jesus
May 14, 2007, 7:05 pm
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This weekend we spent a lovely weekend in my hometown with my family. It’s usually so relaxing there. Even when there are many places to go or people to see, it seems as if time moves a little slower there…and I like it. It’s a nice break. When does time move slowest? When you are fishing, that’s when. We went fishing late Saturday night. I say *we* when actually it was my sister, brother-in-law, nephew and husband doing the fishing. I was sitting in a lawn chair on the dock, slapping mosquitoes into my skin and looking at the stars, listening to my nephew get so excited about the tiniest things. You can actually see the stars out in the country. All of them. And I think that one of the best things about having children must be the ability to see the world through their eyes day by day. Quite humbling, actually – both the stars and my nephew’s amazement.

No one caught any fish, but there were some great stories that came out of the entire evening. There were people fishing around us with some great commentary. My nephew always provides some good comic relief (telling the fishing license guy that I’d be fishing without a fishing license, that type of thing.) My favorite take away, though, was the lyrics to two songs we heard on the way to the lake. I’m not sure what radio station was playing in the car, none of us were listening intently to it, it was more like background music. But when a chorus such as “Drop kick me, Jesus, through the goal posts of life…” comes on, you start to listen. It’s really hard not to hear that, even if you’re trying not to. Immediately I looked at my sister, then my husband and we all listened one more time, and sure enough, he’d just said “Drop kick me Jesus”. We all started to laugh. We laughed about it until the next day. The full lyrics are below. I think it’s important that you read every line.

Drop Kick Me, Jesus – Bobby Bare

Drop kick me, Jesus, through the goal posts of life
End over end, neither left nor to right
Straight through the heart of them righteous uprights
Drop kick me, Jesus, through the goal posts of life

Make me, oh make me, Lord more than I am
Make me a piece in your master game plan
Free from the earthly temptations below
I’ve got the will, Lord if you’ve got the toe


Bring on the brothers who’ve gone on before
And all of the sisters who’ve knocked on your door
All the departed dear loved ones of mine
Stick them up front in the offensive line

(Chorus 2x)
Oh, drop kick me, Jesus, through the goal posts of life

The other song I remember had at the end of its chorus, “I want to search you for ticks”. Not kidding. It’s a real song.

It’s been a while since I posted some lyrics for you to enjoy. I hope you really liked these. 🙂


May 11, 2007, 4:02 pm
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I’ve been feeling for the past few weeks like I could “feel” the baby moving. It’s about the right time for it, I’m 20 weeks, almost 21 weeks now. I started to feel this kind of bumping or thumping around in there. Just one tiny movement, followed by another, for a few minutes. Then it goes away. Everyone kept asking me, “Does it feel like a flutter? Like butterflies in your belly?” I kept saying no, it just feels like something thumping me from the inside.

Well today I felt the butterflies. It literally feels like a fluttering. Over and over again. Tickles a little bit. It’s quite wonderful, actually. I just wish it happened more often.

We had a sonogram earlier this week where the baby gave us a nice thumbs up, like “Everything’s okay, ma!”

Today I instant messaged Todd to let him know about the flutters and he responded by saying that he’s so excited for this baby to get here, to be born. And I realized as soon as he said it that I’m really not ready for the baby to get here. I mean, I look forward to it, for sure. But I realized that I actually enjoy being pregnant. And when the baby gets here, I will not be pregnant anymore. It works that way, you know.

I didn’t enjoy the first trimester. I felt like a crazy person. I don’t particularly enjoy being constipated or having to change my sleeping positions. I don’t enjoy being tired a lot. Those things are so minor compared to how good it feels to be pregnant. On one hand, it feels like a little secret I have that I can’t share with anyone. Not the secret that I’m pregnant, just this little relationship I have with this baby that only I can have. No one’s ever met him or her before…neither have I. But it’s literally part of me, sharing a body with me, this little alien. And it’s a very special time, this few months…that it’s just it and me. When it’s born, that all goes away. I know that when he or she is born, the real fun will begin.

Anyway, there was another part of me that isn’t ready for the baby to get here because there’s too much to do before that day. Finding bedding that I like for a gender-neutral nursery is near impossible. We ordered the furniture, it should be here soon. But we can’t set up the furniture until we paint the room. We can’t paint the room until we pick out some bedding and other stuff. We can’t do that until I make a decision. It’s some pretty positive, good stress to have, though.

To all the mamas out there, the mama’s mamas, the mamas-to-be, and to those of you who are keeping your mamas in your hearts – have a happy Mother’s Day.