The Lord will answer. This is what was going through my mind as I sat on my bed listening to the kids play on the school grounds. When my window is open, I can see the school from my house and hear all the school kids scream with joy as they run during their recess. I wished I could join them. I wished I could push the achy feelings of illness aside, bury the problems I’m dealing with and sweep away the constant stress of everything that just happens to be my life at the moment. Not forever, of course, but  long enough to skip happily in the sun, swing as high as I can on a swing, and run until my chest feels like it will explode.

The Lord will answer.I know this. I know the Lord will answer my calls for help and He knows my limitations and faults. He knows what is going on inside my head and knows I’m very much in need of His guidance and love. Still, I’ve fallen back into old habits and began to rely on myself for comfort and solutions. I didn’t whole-heartedly ask God for help. I asked in the form of a sigh, an afterthought.

I decided it was time to get to know my Savior again. Despite the feelings of illness and fatigue, I know only one sure medicine and I know without a doubt the Lord will answer.

He’s waiting patiently for me to call upon Him.

“Therefore I will praise you among nations, O Lord; I will sing praises to your name.”

~ Psalm 19-49

SPOILER ALERT:  Don’t read any further if you don’t want to know what happens on the most recent episode of LOST!

This episode explained the mystery of Daniel Farraday. We know that Eloise and Widmore are Daniel’s parents, but I had my suspensions of this since the beginning of the season.

Is it just me or does Lost seem to have a recurring theme of complicated parental issues?

My heart sank when Eloise shot Daniel and while I think she has taken the cake as the most evil mother in Sci-Fi television, I want to assume there is more to the story. There must be a reason she sent him back to the island knowing she would kill him. Right? Maybe he isn’t really dead? Maybe this is a protection of sorts? 

Farraday talks in science mumble-jumble which to be honest, rolls right over my head. While I’m listening to his solution of destroying the energy pocket underground thus preventing the Oceanic 815 events from ever happening, I’m understanding his theories and nodding in agreement. However, ten seconds later, it is forgotten and I’m googling time travel and Farraday’s verbiage in the hopes it’ll click in a firmer resonation.

My husband tells me to RELAX and enjoy the show. I can’t. I must let the series of events flutter around in my head and come up with my own theories and conclusions. Since I’ve admitted to the fact that the time-travel LOST plot filters in and out of my head, I still keep hearing Farraday’s voice saying, “Whatever happen, happened” over and over again. So if that is the case… and the group destroy the energy pocket, preventing the plane from crashing, never setting foot on the island…wouldn’t this all mean they wouldn’t be involved in destroying the energy pocket?

Not to mention all of the LOSTIES have a connection to one another so to have the plane land safely in LA, everything they’ve learned and come to terms with at this point would never have happened. Erased.

Do you see what is happening to me? I’m making myself dizzy. It is almost as mind boggling as trying to imagine the existence of the universe before the universe existed. (Makes you lightheaded, doesn’t it?)

All right Lost Fans… what are your thoughts on tonight’s episode? Any answers to my mind boggling questions or have some interesting theories you’d like to share?

I woke up to the sound of retching and gagging. My husband and I both sat up straight in the bed and listened. We realized the retching and gagging wasn’t either one of us and the sound was coming from the bathroom.

“A kid is throwing up,” I say.

“You think?”

I love it when he agrees with me.

Eric, our nine year old son, has been awake and having a puking session since two am. It’s a little after four right now. We’re both curled up on the couch watching Marley and Me with the understanding we’ll turn the movie off before it gets to the end so Marley never has to die.

With the alluring smell of Lysol in the air, I accept the fact that the stomach flu has hit our house and hope it ends with one kid. As much as I’m all for sharing…I’m hoping Eric is selfish enough to keep the stomach flu to himself and not pass it on to his siblings.

I was discussing blog topics with a friend of mine and she suggested I try a Q&A on this site. I was hesitant at first…for many reasons, some of which include vanity and tye-dye T-shirts, but I decided to go for it.

How it will work is you can ask me anything…within reason. Use your best PG judgement when asking questions.

 I will post the questions and answers so you do not have to follow the comments.

Ready? Ask your questions in the comment arena or email me: chasenkids@aol.com

 Q&A With ChaseNKids!

1. Wake up. I have found that waking up each day is a great start. It means I’m not dead…and that is already a step in the right direction.

2. Make Coffee. A Huge Pot. Drink two cups before it is even finished brewing. It is just the way I roll and there isn’t anything wrong with it.

3. Pee. Two cups of coffee when you already have a full bladder is actually painful. Who knew?

4. Look at my planner and realize that I really need to make a lot of money so I can hire an assistant, a housekeeper, a cook, makeup artist, hair stylist and someone who will be able to pee for me when I am too busy.

5. Read blogs and comment. I’m already five days behind.

6. STUDY for my certification. Pretend I’m sixteen again and blast Aerosmith and wonder why my parents hate my belly button ring and scream about how I am going to move far, far, away and make it big on All My Children and then they will be sorry. VERY SORRY.

7. Realize I’ve slipped back into fantasy land. Realize my fantasy did come true…because I did move FAR, FAR, away to Alaska and had a lot of children. There is a lot to that whole SECRET thing.

8. Work. I have a lot of work to do. Actual, REAL, work that involves endless creative writing, thinking, and spell check.

9. Make more coffee.

10. Go to the gym. Trainer is in Hawaii, but I must be accountable and go to the gym anyway.

11. Remember how much I hate working out but concentrate on the SKINNY jeans that now fit.

12. Think about scheduling a nervous breakdown. It’s been on the agenda for years.

13. Decide to make a margarita instead.

14. Edit the TO Do List to make it into interesting blog fodder. Remove things like Follow up calls, make dinner, change oil, and research for business events into things like take a pee, schedule a nervous breakdown and make margaritas.

15. Announce to anyone who is in hearing distance that TO DO LISTS are just another reminder that there isn’t enough time in the day and I really could use an assistant.

16. Listen to the husband say things like living on a budget, tough economy, I’m not one of those women on Real Housewives of New York and have I seen his pants?

17. Tell him he’s wearing his pants.

18. Laugh.