sheri carlstrom...slices of an ordinary life

Guitar Hero...I am not

My kids taught me how to play Guitar Hero last weekend.  We have had this game in our house for about a year and I have never played.  No time, not that appealing to me...you know how it is. 

They asked me to go play and promised they would teach me - so off we went.  I chose my "person" and my "guitar" and next thing I knew I was trying to hit the "strings" as the lights passed over the rings.  It wasn't working.  "Mom, you have to strum too!!"  How I kept forgetting this I do not know, but all of the sudden the kids would yell out "Mom, Strum!!"  The whole eye-hand coordination thing was quite the brain enriching experience. 

I was feeling quite intense as I kept up with Sweet Child of Mine; my fingers were hurting, my heart was racing when one of them tried to talk to me.  Whoa - do you not see I cannot talk or listen right now!  Courtney, my 15 year old immediately sensed a "teachable moment". 

"So mom, this is how it feels when you come in and start talking to me while I'm playing Guitar Hero and then you tell me to look at you when you are talking." 

Oh. I had no idea. 

So next time I need to talk to her while she is engaged in what I thought was rather mindless entertainment, I am planning on using the same respect in which I expect from her.  Maybe I'll just say, "When you're done with this song, come see me." 

It was good to step into their world, I probably need to do it more often and in more areas; it just may cause them to think less often "My mom just doesn't understand".

Next, I may just tackle the IM thing. Just kidding.

Do you do things to keep a foot in your kids world? If you'd like to share, post a comment!

P.S.  I did score an 85% the other night with a 55 note streak.  :0)

What did I just sing?

I told my son today about starting my blog yesterday and he asked me what I was going to write about...

So, this really happened...as I was driving him to his orthodontist appointment in my "just in time" style, a car appeared in front of me that cleary did not have to be anywhere at 9:30 am. So I started talking to her about moving a little faster and maybe taking the next turn as due to her we were running the risk of being a few minutes late to the appointment.  In my next breath I joined in with the radio singing "Hold me Jesus.."  Hearing those tender words from the same mouth that had just, well...not been so tender, really cracked me up...I looked at my son and said, "This is the stuff I will write about!" 

How can I speak with such annoyance at a driver in front of me and then sing Hold me Jesus!?  How many things do I say in a day that do not line up with me uttering Hold me Jesus in the next breath. I don't know, but it might just be something I want to pay attention to.

Reading through the New Testament

My husband and I are in a group that is reading through the New Testament, with this blog, I may take you on this New Testament journey as well.  As I read through Luke I was impressed by the faith, courage and determination of the woman who had been bleeding for 12 years.  (Luke 8:43-48) 

I wrote a note by these verses that says, "let him pass by so that in my brokenness I can reach out and touch his cloak."  The power of Jesus to heal is unimaginable - it flows even through his cloak.  huh.

Here goes....

Here goes...a slice of my life for the world (or the one poor soul who happens upon this blog) to read. 
I have set many goals to write more diligently and those goals have gone largely unmet, so I have now committed to a year at TypePad.com!

My goal is simply to share slices of life as I walk through it.  I hope once in a while you find yourself with a cup of coffee in hand and just happen to enjoy the piece that you read.