Is God a boy or a girl?

Warning:  This post contains "religious" content.  Please don't keep reading if you are easily offended regarding this subject.

Is God a boy or a girl?  Why am I asking this question?  I am not.  However, my 7-year-old daughter is asking this question.  Ugh!  Where does she get this stuff?  And she never asks her Dad any of these kinds of questions. 

A bit of background...  We moved back to Pittsburgh about 3 years ago after a 10 year hiatus in Ohio.  While in Ohio, I belonged to a Lutheran Church and attended regularly.  Like any good self respecting Lutheran, I knew that if I did not go to church, and blindly follow, I would be condemned to Hell.  When my children came along,  they were immediately baptized to preserve their innocent souls.  I wasn't able to attend church as much, but as soon as they were old enough, I started taking them to Sunday School.  At some point, I became the Sunday School teacher for the pre-schoolers.  People that know me find that to be extremely funny!  But we had fun, and teaching Sunday School kept me involved in the church, which I enjoyed.

Then we moved.  I researched all of the Lutheran churches in the area - we weren't going to skip a beat.  I had such good intentions.  Well, you know that old saying "the road to Hell is paved with good intentions."  We have not attended church at all since the move.  Of course my Mother is not pleased about this - I am going straight to Hell and I am taking the kids with me.  In spite of the fact that we don't attend church, we talk about God and religion; we pray before bed; my daughter leads a prayer before meals, when we are actually all sitting around the table together.  Anyway to make a long story longer, God and religion are not a foreign subject in our home.

All of that being said, I was in no way prepared for my daughter to ask me if God is a boy or a girl.  This is not something that I have ever thought of before.  Lutherans do not ask these types of questions - we just follow!  How do I even answer this?  So I decided to try to lead her to her own answer.

K-Lo:  Is God a boy or a girl?

Me:  What do you think?

K-Lo:  I don't know.

Me:  Well, think all of the trees and the people and the animals.  Pretty complicated don't you think?

K-Lo:  oh yes!

Me:  You know lots of boys including Daddy and D-Ro, do you think any of them could have figured out how to make all of this stuff work?

K-Lo:  No Way!

So my very bright little girl figured it out all on her own - God must be a girl!  Ha ha!  I just love that kid!

It's Cleaning Day

Well, today is cleaning day at our house.  Actually today is the day the cleaning ladies come, which means we spent the evening cleaning the house last night.  That may sound funny to some of you, but we need to red up (Pittsburghese for "straighten up") before the cleaning ladies come so that they can actually clean.

The Enginerd took D-Ro took hockey last night, so K-Lo and I were in charge of cleaning up.  All-in-all it isn't too difficult, we really just need to de-clutter.  We were upstairs, and while I was straightening up one room, K-Lo was picking up clothes and putting them down the chute.  She came in to tell me that she had found a great use for a spare hockey stick.  What might that be?  She was jamming clothes down the laundry chute with it!  Ugh!  Sure enough - she plugged up the laundry chute!    

While she was unplugging the chute, I was in D-Ro's room trying to figure out where to start.  Please do not post comments telling me that I should make him clean his own room!  I am not an idiot - I know that, but desperate times call for desperate measures!   The messiest person in our house is D-Ro - he is a little piggy!  He has a huge bedroom, and most of the time there is a path from his door to his bed. 

A few months ago, I bought him a key chain that made all kinds of farting sounds.  Yes - you read that correctly - D-Ro has an obsession with disgusting body sounds (like most little boys), and so I made his day and bought him a keychain that made a variety of these sounds.  I think he actually nominated me for Mommy of the Year that day!  Anyway, that little device has been hiding somewhere around his chest of drawers, and every now and then, it would just go off for no apparent reason - this has been going on for about 2 months now.  For instance, one night, I was tucking him in bed, and that little device ripped one.  As I was cleaning up his room, it starting tooting - over and over.  It was no longer random, so I pulled the area around the dresser apart, and found the little sucker.  It won't be bothering us anymore.

As I ripped it apart, I wondered to myself what the cleaning ladies thought the first time that thing went off when they were in his room.  Ha ha! 

My first blog post...

Well, I am taking the plunge.  I have decided to start this blog to write about the craziness that is my life.  So a little background, I am a 40-something happily married Mom to D-Ro and K-Lo.  My husband, the Enginerd was my high school sweetheart.  We have been married for almost 17 years.  D-Ro is our 8-year son who is just a mini version of the Enginerd.  K-Lo is our 7-year old daughter who has the attitude of a teenager as well as her mother's sharp tongue, 

I am an Engineering Project Manager which basically means that I get paid to be a bitch, at least that is what the Enginerd would tell you.  He and I previously worked together for several years, so he often witnessed my interactions with our other engineering co-workers.  Currently, I work for a high-tech software/hardware company, which I will refer to as the asylum.  I imagine that there will often be characters from the asylum that make their way into my ramblings.   I am convinced that the writer of Dilbert works somewhere in my building, though I have yet to find him.