Do you remember my post the other day about the Lord NOT leading us to Florida...well, we are back to the discussion table. After we had "decided" not to make the move, both Jeff and I, at different times felt unsettled. That did not make for a happy household this week. We kept trying to find the humor in it, but at times we were just so frustrated with not being on the same page that we ended up not laughing at all.
My DH said it best when he said that the whole time we were looking for a "no" from God, when maybe we should have been looking for a "yes". So, after some more soul searching, and an unexpected provision, we are back to trying to decipher the Lord's will for our life.
At this point, I had grown so weary. Feeling like I was searching in vain, unable to to even figure out what I was really searching for. I began praying for God to direct me to a passage that would give me wisdom to decipher his will for us.
I began as I often do, in Psalm 119. I have always been drawn to this passage, since my early teenage years, and my Bible is littered with notes and dates of times when God spoke through those verses to lead me in His path.
But last night, I felt like I was staring at blank pages. Which is pretty much how I have felt the past few weeks. So I started praying, begging God to lead me to His Word for direction. As I laid in bed, I covered my face with my Bible trying to actually breathe in His direction. I began to sense that He was leading me to the Old Testament. I continued to pray, and I eventually opened up to the book of Joshua.
I began as I usually do, by reading the book notes in my Bible, setting up the background information and the themes. One sentence immediately caught my attention in the notes."Though a history book, its primary theme is the faithfulness of God as exhibited repeatedly through His presence, power, protection, provision, and fulfilled promises."
With that, I knew that this was where God wanted me to start. I began reading and immediately these words hit me,
"Joshua 1:5b As I was with Moses, so I will be with you. I will not leave you nor forsake you. 6 Be strong and of good courage....7 Only be strong and very courageous...do not turn from it to the right hand or to the left, that you may prosper wherever you go. 8 This book of the Law shall not depart from your mouth, but you shall meditate in it day and night, that you may observe to do according to all that is written in it. For then you will make your way prosperous, and then you will have good success. 9 Have I not commanded you? Be strong and of good courage; do not be afraid, nor be dismayed, for the LORD your God is with you wherever you go."
With those words falling fresh on me, I began to sob. I knew that my main obstacle was fear. I could name different reasons why the move was not right for our family, but at the root of each one was simply, fear. I had no courage, and worse still, I had no faith. Since I could not see the outcome, as painless, I choose fear. I did not believe God was big enough, or probably more truthful, I did not trust God to be BIG enough in this.
I kept reading, and was met with one obstacle after another that God overcame. Crossing the Jordan, Rahab hiding the spies, and the walls of Jericho falling down.
I still do not know if we will move to Florida, that will ultimately be for my DH to decide. But as for me, I will no longer let my human eyes settle on the obstacles in front of me. Instead, I will choose to see each "impossible" thing as something that is ONLY POSSIBLE with the Lord. I will not be fearful, I will be faithful. I will not run from battle, I will prepare for it and expect the Lord to show up.
I will not be bound by fear.
I will be strong and courageous.
No matter my location.
Thursday, February 28, 2008
Bounty Hunter
So, we are making our way through our school day and shortly after lunch, both Jared and Micah are ready for a break outside. I tell Micah that she has to go get tennis shoes on first...she was still in her pj's but I was good with that. So off she went and came back to check in with me before she headed out. I almost fell out. I wanted to grab the camera and let you all see how she dressed herself, but at the last minute I changed my mind. I realized that ALL girls, when dressing themselves would probably pick the outfit she did. So, it really was not that funny, at least not "blog" funny.
I continued on with the laundry and cleaning my bathroom and on my way through the house I hear her calling me. I headed to the living room and there she is in all her glory. Begging Jake, who is not quite done with school, "Hurry up Jake, I need you on my team. We are playing Bounty Hunter and we have to get Jared. Hurry Up!!"
That's when I grabbed the camera.
I realized that while the outfit alone was not "blog worthy", her wearing it AND playing Bounty Hunter was definately laugh out loud funny.
So here she is in all her glory....Micah, the mini skirt wearin',light saber weildin', pink huntress.
I continued on with the laundry and cleaning my bathroom and on my way through the house I hear her calling me. I headed to the living room and there she is in all her glory. Begging Jake, who is not quite done with school, "Hurry up Jake, I need you on my team. We are playing Bounty Hunter and we have to get Jared. Hurry Up!!"
That's when I grabbed the camera.
I realized that while the outfit alone was not "blog worthy", her wearing it AND playing Bounty Hunter was definately laugh out loud funny.
So here she is in all her glory....Micah, the mini skirt wearin',light saber weildin', pink huntress.
Friendship
I get such a kick out the Lord sometimes. He never ceases to amaze me and baffle me all at the same time. Sometimes, just when I think, "ok Lord, I hear you and I will obey" I get turned around and wonder if I heard Him right. Or other times, like this week, I tell myself that I am waiting on the Lord, and really I am pacing the house, so busy talking to myself that I would not know if the Lord WAS speaking to me.
Thats when I am grateful for friends.
Like Jodi, who is busting at the seams in her walk with the Lord right now, eagerly anticipating the next free moment when she can dive back into the scriptures to find a fresh word from the Lord.
Or my Pastors wife, who shared a perspective the other night about our attitude toward God in relation to Him answering prayers that really touch me and made me question my own motives.
Or Bridget, who is screaming her freedom and praising the Lord for all that He has done and His faitfulness to her.
All of these, interactions remind me that I not only need the Lord, close by, to walk with Him, but I need godly women counseling and encouraging me in my walk with Him.
So, for all the women who matter to me, and there are a lot more I could mention, I am grateful.
Thank you for journeying with me. Thank you for your words, your kindness, your prayers, and your witness.
This week I really felt alone in my quiet time. Not abandoned, just lost. And the Lord has ever so nicely sent each of these women into my life , this week, for a specific purpose, and I am blessed.
Thank you for scaling the roof for a lame friend, so that she could be lowered into the very presence of the Almighty and meet with Jesus.
I am walking again, and I thank you.
Thats when I am grateful for friends.
Like Jodi, who is busting at the seams in her walk with the Lord right now, eagerly anticipating the next free moment when she can dive back into the scriptures to find a fresh word from the Lord.
Or my Pastors wife, who shared a perspective the other night about our attitude toward God in relation to Him answering prayers that really touch me and made me question my own motives.
Or Bridget, who is screaming her freedom and praising the Lord for all that He has done and His faitfulness to her.
All of these, interactions remind me that I not only need the Lord, close by, to walk with Him, but I need godly women counseling and encouraging me in my walk with Him.
So, for all the women who matter to me, and there are a lot more I could mention, I am grateful.
Thank you for journeying with me. Thank you for your words, your kindness, your prayers, and your witness.
This week I really felt alone in my quiet time. Not abandoned, just lost. And the Lord has ever so nicely sent each of these women into my life , this week, for a specific purpose, and I am blessed.
Thank you for scaling the roof for a lame friend, so that she could be lowered into the very presence of the Almighty and meet with Jesus.
I am walking again, and I thank you.
Monday, February 25, 2008
Kid Free Zone
My husband and I do not get out as much as we should. I wish I could say that we are adament about a regular "date night" but that is just not our reality. So, when the time affords, and the stars line up(which means that all the kids are shuffled out to various friends) we like to take in dinner and a movie.
This weekend, we ended up being able to take off straight from church and steal a few hours just for ourselves. No huge plans, just a yummy lunch at our new favoirte mexican resturant, a quick jaunt around the mall, and then a movie.
We arrived at the mall, and I was pleased as punch when my DH took my hand in the parking lot. Ofcourse, you must know that I can not take his hand without LAUGHING MY HEAD OFF!!! because it is so not in his nature to do the "girly romantic" thing, but luckily it is in his nature to love me.
So off we go, hand in hand(hee-hee) to get our tickets and have some lunch. Since our free time was going to fall before the movie, we took a "stroll" down memory lane...I mean merchandise lane from one end of the mall to the other and back again.
I really must say, I was very proud. He kept my hand in his 90% of the time and even kept his eye rolling to a minimun when I stopped in to buy a new pair of jeans with my Valentine $$$.
Then we headed back to get lunch before the movie started. We were seated in perfect people watching position, which is always fun with my DH. I always crack up that even when "people watching" we "see" totally different things.
Anyway, back to lunch. You need to know that my DH is not a "share-er" when it comes to eating out. He is very territorial when it comes to his meal. And worse yet, even if mine is the super yummy dish, he still does not want a bite. He simply tells me,"If I wanted that I would have ordered it" So you can imagine my surpirse when he OFFERS to share something between the two of us. NEVER IN OUR 13 YEARS has he ever done that. Me, yes, all the time, but NEVER him. I thought I had died and gone to my own personal heaven...hand holding, new jeans, and a shared meal. We even splurged and had the fried ice cream for dessert....so yummy!!! (who knew that we could be such a cheap date...16 bucks)
Then we were off to the movie, where we settled in awaiting our flick.
I was tickled about our time together, and excited about being with the man I love, who loves me back and still thinks I'm catch when it overcame me.
I leaned over to give him a sweet kiss to thank him for spending the day with me and he....
....he gave me his ear.
That's right, his ear. We laughed out loud when I told him I wanted a smooch, and he thought I wanted to tell him something.
I guess I should be thankful...how many times have I scolded him..."You're not listening to me"
Good times, good food, great laughs, a good flick and I eventually even got my kiss. Not a bad afternoon after all.
This weekend, we ended up being able to take off straight from church and steal a few hours just for ourselves. No huge plans, just a yummy lunch at our new favoirte mexican resturant, a quick jaunt around the mall, and then a movie.
We arrived at the mall, and I was pleased as punch when my DH took my hand in the parking lot. Ofcourse, you must know that I can not take his hand without LAUGHING MY HEAD OFF!!! because it is so not in his nature to do the "girly romantic" thing, but luckily it is in his nature to love me.
So off we go, hand in hand(hee-hee) to get our tickets and have some lunch. Since our free time was going to fall before the movie, we took a "stroll" down memory lane...I mean merchandise lane from one end of the mall to the other and back again.
I really must say, I was very proud. He kept my hand in his 90% of the time and even kept his eye rolling to a minimun when I stopped in to buy a new pair of jeans with my Valentine $$$.
Then we headed back to get lunch before the movie started. We were seated in perfect people watching position, which is always fun with my DH. I always crack up that even when "people watching" we "see" totally different things.
Anyway, back to lunch. You need to know that my DH is not a "share-er" when it comes to eating out. He is very territorial when it comes to his meal. And worse yet, even if mine is the super yummy dish, he still does not want a bite. He simply tells me,"If I wanted that I would have ordered it" So you can imagine my surpirse when he OFFERS to share something between the two of us. NEVER IN OUR 13 YEARS has he ever done that. Me, yes, all the time, but NEVER him. I thought I had died and gone to my own personal heaven...hand holding, new jeans, and a shared meal. We even splurged and had the fried ice cream for dessert....so yummy!!! (who knew that we could be such a cheap date...16 bucks)
Then we were off to the movie, where we settled in awaiting our flick.
I was tickled about our time together, and excited about being with the man I love, who loves me back and still thinks I'm catch when it overcame me.
I leaned over to give him a sweet kiss to thank him for spending the day with me and he....
....he gave me his ear.
That's right, his ear. We laughed out loud when I told him I wanted a smooch, and he thought I wanted to tell him something.
I guess I should be thankful...how many times have I scolded him..."You're not listening to me"
Good times, good food, great laughs, a good flick and I eventually even got my kiss. Not a bad afternoon after all.
Sunday, February 24, 2008
And the Oscar goes to.....
So, tonight I was just chillin watching the Oscars....which is funny in and of itself since the only movie I could have a knowledgable opinion of, was Ratatouille. But, since I was watching for the fashion of it all, I guess it does not matter.
Anyway, Micah was sort of roaming the house popping in and out of my room during the show. At one point she was on my bed painting her toes and getting all excited about Miley Cyrus being on the show(on a side note, you should now that I own a Billy Ray Cyrus cd, just fyi). She is painting away, a lovely shade of red, getting more on her toes, than on her toe nails, but still enjoying herself. When all the sudden she says, "Oh, Mom, I love that movie. It's my favorite. Did you and daddy like "The Boring Old Tomato" too? Remember, you went and saw it? It was my favorite." At this point she breaks into song...the Veggie Tales theme song at the top of her lungs.
If you were watching the show, you know that there was no movie with that name. Even I, with my limited film knowledge, knew that this did not sound right.
And then it hit me.
"The Bourne Ultimatum"
Anyway, Micah was sort of roaming the house popping in and out of my room during the show. At one point she was on my bed painting her toes and getting all excited about Miley Cyrus being on the show(on a side note, you should now that I own a Billy Ray Cyrus cd, just fyi). She is painting away, a lovely shade of red, getting more on her toes, than on her toe nails, but still enjoying herself. When all the sudden she says, "Oh, Mom, I love that movie. It's my favorite. Did you and daddy like "The Boring Old Tomato" too? Remember, you went and saw it? It was my favorite." At this point she breaks into song...the Veggie Tales theme song at the top of her lungs.
If you were watching the show, you know that there was no movie with that name. Even I, with my limited film knowledge, knew that this did not sound right.
And then it hit me.
"The Bourne Ultimatum"
Saturday, February 23, 2008
Funny Ha-Ha
Found this and cracked up...Enjoy
Things I've learned from my boys (honest and not kidding):
A king size waterbed holds enough water to fill a 2000 sq. ft. house 4 inches deep.
If you spray hair spray on dust bunnies and run over them with roller blades, they can ignite.
A 3-year old Boy's voice is louder than 200 adults in a crowded restaurant.
If you hook a dog leash over a ceiling fan, the motor is not strong enough to rotate a 42 pound
Boy wearing Batman underwear and a Superman cape. It is strong enough, however, if tied to a paint can, to spread paint on all four walls of a 20 x 20 ft. room.
You should not throw baseballs up when the ceiling fan is on. When using a ceiling fan as a bat, you have to throw the ball up a few times before you get a hit. A ceiling fan can hit a baseball a long way.
The glass in windows (even double-pane) doesn't stop a baseball hit by a ceiling fan.
When you hear the toilet flush and the words "uh oh", it's already too late.
Brake fluid mixed with Clorox makes smoke, and lots of it.
A six-year old Boy can start a fire with a flint rock even though a 36-year old man says they can only do it in the movies.
Certain Lego's will pass through the digestive tract of a 4-year old Boy.
Play dough and microwave should not be used in the same sentence.
Super glue is forever.
No matter how much Jell-O you put in a swimming pool you still can't walk on water.
Pool filters do not like Jell-O.
VCR's do not eject "PB &J" sandwiches even though TV commercials show they do.
Garbage bags do not make good parachutes.
Marbles in gas tanks make lots of noise when driving.
You probably DO NOT want to know what that odor is.
Always look in the oven before you turn it on; plastic toys do not like ovens.
The fire department in Austin, TX has a 5-minute response time.
The spin cycle on the washing machine does not make earthworms dizzy.
It will, however, make cats dizzy.
Cats throw up twice their body weight when dizzy.
80% of Men who read this will try mixing the Clorox and brake fluid.
Those who pass this on to almost all of their friends, with or without boys do it because:
a) For those with no children - this is totally hysterical!
b) For those who already have children past this age, this is hilarious.
c) For those who have children this age, this is not funny.
d) For those who have children nearing this age, this is a warning.
e) For those who have not yet had children, this is birth control.
God's Timing
Ecclesiastes 3:1-8There is a time for everything,
and a season for every activity under heaven:
a time to be born and a time to die,
a time to plant and a time to uproot,
a time to kill and a time to heal,
a time to tear down and a time to build,
a time to weep and a time to laugh,
a time to mourn and a time to dance,
a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them,
a time to embrace and a time to refrain,
a time to search and a time to give up,
a time to keep and a time to throw away,
a time to tear and a time to mend,
a time to be silent and a time to speak,
a time to love and a time to hate,
a time for war and a time for peace.
After yesterdays posting, I have been trying to figure out how to get back to the "always laughing" aspect of this blog. Then, this morning I went and read this passage. How AWESOME is our God that the mourning only lasts for a season and laughter will return.
While, we mourn Asher's short life here on earth, we can NOT forget that he is dancing even now, not only in the presence of the King, but also with his brother Isaac. And while the Bolte family stuggles to keep their head above water, they are trusting in our Lord to renew them every morning and to give them grace for the journey.
So, maybe today is not about "always laughing" but about laughing with those who laugh and grieving with those who grieve. I believe, we can weep with the Boltes and dance with Asher all at the same time. Our God is infinite and so is His grace.
Finally, I am reminded of a passage that I believe came from "Purpose Driven Life". ( Paraphrasing) We should hold tight to the truths we know when the road is easy and the burden is light. For a time will come when the darkness surrounds us and we struggle to even breathe. It is at these times that we should NOT doubt in the dark what we knew in the light. For truth is truth, no matter the circumstances.
Friday, February 22, 2008
God's Newest Angel
Asher Bolte went from the loving arms of his earthly family, to the waiting arms of his Heavenly Father, less than two hours after his arrival. Please keep them lifted up as they journey down this path.
Asher Bolte
Previously known only as "Happy", Asher Bolte has arrived. He is spending precious time with his loving family, mom, Kristy is doing well. Please continue to lift them up, as his family honors his life with their unguarded love.
Please Pray
Through the wonder of this blog and others I have been blessed to meet some truely amazing women. One of them is Kristy. She is, even now as I type delivering "Happy", her 4th son. While his future is unknown, it is an uphill battle to be sure. Please pray for the Bolte family as they welcome "Happy" today that God will give them grace and strength for this journey and that He will be glorified through "Happy's" life, no matter how short. Their 2nd son, Isaac was only with them for 6 short days before going to be with Jesus.
Check their blog for updates.
Listed as "Happy Bolte" on the right side of this page.
Check their blog for updates.
Listed as "Happy Bolte" on the right side of this page.
Thursday, February 21, 2008
Was that a compliment???
Here is part 2 of our hilarious weekend.
First the back story. You need to know that my husband is not exactly forthcoming with compliments. I mean, he will throw the occasional, and I stress occasional, "good dinner babe", "is that a new shirt?" ( and yes that counts as a compliment...at least he noticed, right?) and my personal favorite, "wow, you look hot" (which in female lingo, I translate, "that is a great outfit honey, and it only makes you look more beautiful than you already are."
But aside from those, I don't hold my breath, I'm kidding with you, I don't hold my breath for those either. So suffice it to say, he is not really one to notice things like, new shoes(unless they are still in the box/bag and in his "man chair"), hair cuts and color changes, and the like.
SO, when he does make a comment about something, I take note, I mean I take notes...cause I need to document it for posterity sake. Anyway, back to our wonderful weekend in Florida. We were on our way to one of our favorite resturants, Carrabba's, and while we were at a stop light my husband turns to me and says, "What's with those earrings? They look like FISH EYES."
Are you kidding me? Did he really just say that? Fish eyes? Come on!!!!
In my defense, my daughter LOVES these earrings, she calls them my "sparkle-lee ones."
Since I really want this to be a compliment, I am going to give him points for noticing that I not only have ears, but earrings as well. And furthermore I will not count off for his unusual comparison, instead I will translate "FISH EYES" into female lingo going something like this, "amazingly radiant spherical jewels that accentuate your propensity towards seafood"
There, that was a compliment....I think???
First the back story. You need to know that my husband is not exactly forthcoming with compliments. I mean, he will throw the occasional, and I stress occasional, "good dinner babe", "is that a new shirt?" ( and yes that counts as a compliment...at least he noticed, right?) and my personal favorite, "wow, you look hot" (which in female lingo, I translate, "that is a great outfit honey, and it only makes you look more beautiful than you already are."
But aside from those, I don't hold my breath, I'm kidding with you, I don't hold my breath for those either. So suffice it to say, he is not really one to notice things like, new shoes(unless they are still in the box/bag and in his "man chair"), hair cuts and color changes, and the like.
SO, when he does make a comment about something, I take note, I mean I take notes...cause I need to document it for posterity sake. Anyway, back to our wonderful weekend in Florida. We were on our way to one of our favorite resturants, Carrabba's, and while we were at a stop light my husband turns to me and says, "What's with those earrings? They look like FISH EYES."
Are you kidding me? Did he really just say that? Fish eyes? Come on!!!!
In my defense, my daughter LOVES these earrings, she calls them my "sparkle-lee ones."
Since I really want this to be a compliment, I am going to give him points for noticing that I not only have ears, but earrings as well. And furthermore I will not count off for his unusual comparison, instead I will translate "FISH EYES" into female lingo going something like this, "amazingly radiant spherical jewels that accentuate your propensity towards seafood"
There, that was a compliment....I think???
Wednesday, February 20, 2008
Sea Treasures
Well, let me start off with the important stuff. At this point, we do not feel like the Lord is leading us to Florida....at least not right now. We spent the weekend there, and while we had a marvelous time and really enjoyed the area, the specifics of the relocation are not feasible for our family right now. While the offer is still on the table, we don't think we will be accepting it at this point.
There, now that that is out of the way, let me get to the really funny things from our weekend.
If I had a dollar for every time I cracked up this weekend, I would be a rich woman. I do not know what made everything so funny, but believe me it was. Maybe it was the fact that, altough the weekend was for "work" we were staying in an amazing condo, right on the beach. If you are ever thinking of vacationing in the Panhandle, let me tell you, Perdido Key is THE place. Check out this site www.oceansidecondorentals.com you will not be dissappointed.
Anyway, back to the funnies. The first came late one night after the kids went "crabbing" on the beach. Now, here I must confess, I stayed upstairs while they went on their adventure with dad. I am all about eating crabs, but I have no desire to catch them. So, after about an hour, in the freezing cold the kids all came back upstairs and shared their "fish" stories. Jake's was ofcourse the biggest, "eatin size" which means at least 5 inches across..and in my mind, painful pinchin size which is why I stayed upstairs. Jared, caught the small one, but he was proud just the same. And then came Micah's proud find....with all the excitment that the boys had just displayed during thier story telling, she held her hand behind her back and said, "Mommy, guess what I found on the beach?" And, I excitedly proclaimed, "what honey, show mommy!!!" and with a smile from ear to ear, she brought her hand from behind her back and opened her palm as she exclaimed, "SEA MONEY!!!"
And sure enough it was, there in her hand was a shiny silver quarter.
"SEA MONEY", indeed!!!
I've gotta run, but I will share more Florida funnies later.
There, now that that is out of the way, let me get to the really funny things from our weekend.
If I had a dollar for every time I cracked up this weekend, I would be a rich woman. I do not know what made everything so funny, but believe me it was. Maybe it was the fact that, altough the weekend was for "work" we were staying in an amazing condo, right on the beach. If you are ever thinking of vacationing in the Panhandle, let me tell you, Perdido Key is THE place. Check out this site www.oceansidecondorentals.com you will not be dissappointed.
Anyway, back to the funnies. The first came late one night after the kids went "crabbing" on the beach. Now, here I must confess, I stayed upstairs while they went on their adventure with dad. I am all about eating crabs, but I have no desire to catch them. So, after about an hour, in the freezing cold the kids all came back upstairs and shared their "fish" stories. Jake's was ofcourse the biggest, "eatin size" which means at least 5 inches across..and in my mind, painful pinchin size which is why I stayed upstairs. Jared, caught the small one, but he was proud just the same. And then came Micah's proud find....with all the excitment that the boys had just displayed during thier story telling, she held her hand behind her back and said, "Mommy, guess what I found on the beach?" And, I excitedly proclaimed, "what honey, show mommy!!!" and with a smile from ear to ear, she brought her hand from behind her back and opened her palm as she exclaimed, "SEA MONEY!!!"
And sure enough it was, there in her hand was a shiny silver quarter.
"SEA MONEY", indeed!!!
I've gotta run, but I will share more Florida funnies later.
Friday, February 15, 2008
Compromise
Jake is our tree climber. He has always been our daredevil, but only if it is on his terms. He would jump off the top of the house..IF it was HIS idea but, if you told him to jump he would freak out and refuse.
It is normal for me to go throught the, "If Jake fell out of that tree right now, what would I do first? Run out there or 911?"
It is actually the family joke that as crazy as he is, when he did break his leg years ago, it wasn't some stunt that landed him with a thigh high cast, it was jumping....jumping out of the CAR!!!
Well, I say all of that to say, our boys need their space. They need trees to climb, ponds to fish in, and "woods" to build forts in. They are rough and tumble all the way. Well, now that we are thinking of moving to Florida, we have started to talk to the kids about the possibility of relocating.
So today at lunch I began to ask some questions to kind of feel them out and get their thoughts. I began to explain to them that right now we live in a house that is about 2000 sq ft and we have about 3/4 of an acre of property. With this information I asked them, "If you got to choose, would you rather live in a smaller house than we do now but have a little more yard or would you rather have a bigger house with a small yard?"
Jared started to speak but before he got a chance, Jake chimed in, "How about we get a medium house with a medium yard?"
I almost fell out of my chair. Here, I was trying to really connect and get some opinions from them and he instead offers up the only acceptable response.
Compromise.
Out of the mouth of 'Babes' comes the wisdom of the ages.
I have a feeling that compromise will be a well used word over the next few months if we decide to make the "big" move.
Thursday, February 14, 2008
Don't Get Comfortable
Song by Brandon Heath
Comfortable, don’t get comfortable.
I am gonna’ move this mountain then I’m gonna move you in.
Yesterday, this is not yesterday.
You were standing on my shoulders now; you’re standing on the edge.
You’ve been looking for a sign all this time.
I am gonna show you what I mean
I am gonna love like you’ve never seen
You are gonna live like you used to dream
This is your new song
So afraid but you don’t have to be afraid
Even if you make mistakes
You know that I’ll remain
You’ve been looking for a sign all this time.
If you seek you’ll find me every time.
So I am gonna show you what I mean
I am gonna’ love like you’ve never seen
You are gonna live like you used to dream
This is your new song
Sometimes, actually quite often, the Lord speaks to me through song. Yesterday I heard this song for the first time and it really moved me. I have been so comfortable in my life and recently I have been praying that the Lord would take me to a desperate place. I was so yearning for desperation that I felt lost without it. I want to be desperate in so many ways, like desperately loving my husband, desperately living my life and most of all desperately in love with my Savior.
Well, it seems that the Lord might be answering that prayer in a way I never dreamed. We might be moving to Florida. More specifically, my DH might be moving there in three weeks and then we will follow when our house sells.
This is desperation on a whole new level. While the move would be good for his career, and there are some benefits like more vacation and fewer hours, it not really a "we're moving on up" move. It's a, "ok Lord, we'll move, you take care of the rest" move.
I guess it's like praying for patience, a trial by fire expirience.
So , as for now, I will not only follow the heart of my DH but also the heart of my Lord.
Desperation, be careful what you pray for.
Comfortable, don’t get comfortable.
I am gonna’ move this mountain then I’m gonna move you in.
Yesterday, this is not yesterday.
You were standing on my shoulders now; you’re standing on the edge.
You’ve been looking for a sign all this time.
I am gonna show you what I mean
I am gonna love like you’ve never seen
You are gonna live like you used to dream
This is your new song
So afraid but you don’t have to be afraid
Even if you make mistakes
You know that I’ll remain
You’ve been looking for a sign all this time.
If you seek you’ll find me every time.
So I am gonna show you what I mean
I am gonna’ love like you’ve never seen
You are gonna live like you used to dream
This is your new song
Sometimes, actually quite often, the Lord speaks to me through song. Yesterday I heard this song for the first time and it really moved me. I have been so comfortable in my life and recently I have been praying that the Lord would take me to a desperate place. I was so yearning for desperation that I felt lost without it. I want to be desperate in so many ways, like desperately loving my husband, desperately living my life and most of all desperately in love with my Savior.
Well, it seems that the Lord might be answering that prayer in a way I never dreamed. We might be moving to Florida. More specifically, my DH might be moving there in three weeks and then we will follow when our house sells.
This is desperation on a whole new level. While the move would be good for his career, and there are some benefits like more vacation and fewer hours, it not really a "we're moving on up" move. It's a, "ok Lord, we'll move, you take care of the rest" move.
I guess it's like praying for patience, a trial by fire expirience.
So , as for now, I will not only follow the heart of my DH but also the heart of my Lord.
Desperation, be careful what you pray for.
The Flu Bug killed the Love Bug
Well, here we are, at home in our PJ's, it's freezing cold outside, and Micah has the Flu. Nasty Flu, mind you. She sounds horrible, and looks it too. She slept yesterday from about 4:30 pm until this morning around 10. She did have a few fleeting moments of being awake. It was pretty funny actually, because she would sit up and start talking to you but when you answered her, she would already be back asleep. In fact the best line of the night was from her sleepy stuper.
DH and the boys headed for church last night and I stayed home with Micah. They ended up getting home pretty late since they stopped by Walmart on their way home to get Valentines stuff for their ladies. After showers they were about ready to head for bed when Jared said he wanted to talk to me. He came into my bedroom and with Micah sound asleep next to me begins to tell me that he asked Adreanna to "go out" with him. To which I answered, "where you going to?" He didn't think I was being funny, but I really was. He said, "I asked her if she wanted to go out and she said, 'Okay', then she ran away."
At this point, Micah sits up and says "I would run away too if you asked me to be your girlfriend!!!!" and then laid back down and fell back asleep. I was laughing so hard that my head hurt. Leave it to the sick to have the best one liner of the night.
From there, it was nothing but down hill. She had a miserable night, and honestly, her morning has not been much better. Her one moment of smiles was when she opened her Valentine card from her brothers and found her LIFE SIZE Tinkerbell mylar balloon in the living room. (remember the Warmart trip?)
Anyway, school will be conducted in our PJ's because we can, and the part of the sickly child will be played by Micah.
DH and the boys headed for church last night and I stayed home with Micah. They ended up getting home pretty late since they stopped by Walmart on their way home to get Valentines stuff for their ladies. After showers they were about ready to head for bed when Jared said he wanted to talk to me. He came into my bedroom and with Micah sound asleep next to me begins to tell me that he asked Adreanna to "go out" with him. To which I answered, "where you going to?" He didn't think I was being funny, but I really was. He said, "I asked her if she wanted to go out and she said, 'Okay', then she ran away."
At this point, Micah sits up and says "I would run away too if you asked me to be your girlfriend!!!!" and then laid back down and fell back asleep. I was laughing so hard that my head hurt. Leave it to the sick to have the best one liner of the night.
From there, it was nothing but down hill. She had a miserable night, and honestly, her morning has not been much better. Her one moment of smiles was when she opened her Valentine card from her brothers and found her LIFE SIZE Tinkerbell mylar balloon in the living room. (remember the Warmart trip?)
Anyway, school will be conducted in our PJ's because we can, and the part of the sickly child will be played by Micah.
Wednesday, February 13, 2008
Sweetheart Dance
Father Daughter SweetHeart Dance
Micah, 4 years old and all dolled up!!!
Notice the matching outfits, I try really hard!!!
And, please notice the tie-I bought it 20 minutes
prior to the dance and asked some random suit
wearin man in the store to tie it for me :)- during
the dance I texted him and asked how the tie
was doing...he replied, "not nearly as bad as some
others"
Getting Down, Jeff said she was a dancing machine!!
Time to head home...one more pic for the camera.
Okay, I lied, this is the last pic...she crashed 5 min after getting in the truck!!!
Well, horay for getting my pics on the blog. (Thank you Bridget)
Micah, 4 years old and all dolled up!!!
Notice the matching outfits, I try really hard!!!
And, please notice the tie-I bought it 20 minutes
prior to the dance and asked some random suit
wearin man in the store to tie it for me :)- during
the dance I texted him and asked how the tie
was doing...he replied, "not nearly as bad as some
others"
Getting Down, Jeff said she was a dancing machine!!
Time to head home...one more pic for the camera.
Okay, I lied, this is the last pic...she crashed 5 min after getting in the truck!!!
Well, horay for getting my pics on the blog. (Thank you Bridget)
Tuesday, February 12, 2008
Tamlingos
So our daughter loves to get a notebook and do question and answer time with the family. She will ask totally random question and then ask you how to spell the answers and she dutifully writes them down. This morning she was asking me what different animals like to eat, so it went something like this.
"Mommy, what do bears like to eat?"
"They like fish."
How do you spell fish?"
"F-I-S-H"
"Okay, I got it, F-I-S-H"
"Mommy, what do monkeys like to eat?"
"They like bananas"
"Mommy how do you spell bananas?"
"B-A-N-A-N-A-S"
"Mommy, what do tamlingos like to eat?"
"I don't know what tamlingos are honey?"
"Yes you do Mommy, TAM-LING-GOS. (she repeated very slowly, I guess to help me understand. "
"Honey, I really don't know what a Tam-ling-go is." (at this point I am thinking, I am fixin' to be set straight by my 4yr old. Cause bless her heart, she is dumbfounded as to why her Mom does not know what a Tam-ling-go is. I brace myself for the "Diego" lecture or maybe the "Bindi the Jungle Girl" lecture when she suddenly looks at me and says,
"Oh. Mommy I am so silly, I meant what do FLA-MING-GOS eat."
Whew, at least for today, I am smarter than Diego and Bindi.
But, there is always tomorrow.
"Mommy, what do bears like to eat?"
"They like fish."
How do you spell fish?"
"F-I-S-H"
"Okay, I got it, F-I-S-H"
"Mommy, what do monkeys like to eat?"
"They like bananas"
"Mommy how do you spell bananas?"
"B-A-N-A-N-A-S"
"Mommy, what do tamlingos like to eat?"
"I don't know what tamlingos are honey?"
"Yes you do Mommy, TAM-LING-GOS. (she repeated very slowly, I guess to help me understand. "
"Honey, I really don't know what a Tam-ling-go is." (at this point I am thinking, I am fixin' to be set straight by my 4yr old. Cause bless her heart, she is dumbfounded as to why her Mom does not know what a Tam-ling-go is. I brace myself for the "Diego" lecture or maybe the "Bindi the Jungle Girl" lecture when she suddenly looks at me and says,
"Oh. Mommy I am so silly, I meant what do FLA-MING-GOS eat."
Whew, at least for today, I am smarter than Diego and Bindi.
But, there is always tomorrow.
Weekend Warriors
What a weekend. Let me tell you first off that I have so much to tell you. The first of which is so hilarious, that it has pained me to not a have enough time over the weekend to get this into cyberspace. My previous post was all about my husbands frustrations with ties. I have gone back read it a few more times, and I laugh at how funny that moment was. But, alas, I have found the answer!!! They have these ties called "zipper ties". Now, before you go off and think about "zip" ties, let me assure you that these are safe. They are simply pre-knotted with a zipper contraption that creates the neck loop. If you have a man who is perfect in every way, but needs some assisstance in the tie knotting area, you should indulge. I found them at the local department store for $25 and even Walmart carried them, for a much more friendly price of $8.98. So I bought two, but will take one back because I found them on the internet in long length, which will suit him better. Problem solved!!!
On to the next weekend adventure. The whole reason my husband needed a tie was for the Father/Daughter Sweetheart Dance. Our van was in the shop(that's another story) so I went with them and dropped them off. Our boys also had plans to spend the night with a friend, so I was footloose and fancy free. Ofcourse my plan was to go grocery shopping and to Sam's Club. I, know big night on the town!!! Then it hit me, I can go grocery shopping anytime, but how often can I sneek away and go to a movie all by myself? NEVER!!! So I detoured, and headed for the only theatre in our city. Wouldn't you know that the only movie I wanted to see didn't start till 9:30, and the very distant second choice was already sold out!!! What is a mom to do? So, I walked around the mall, which I hate doing on a Friday night and bought the boys their Easter shirts, and a few other essentials. And then I got hungry and decided to head to the food court on my way out. After checking out my options, I did what any mother of three would do for dinner. I broke ALL the rules and had a MILKSHAKE for dinner. It was so yummy. FYI, Chik-fil-A has the best shakes hand down. The rest of my night was totally boring, I gave in and went to Walmart. Which is almost worse without kids because since I am not consumed with keeping them in-line and trying to get out as quick as possible I end up wandering the aisles in a kidless stooper. Two hours later I am in the autoparts section wondering ,"why am I standing here?"
One of these days, I will master the kidless evening. Until then, I still have to head to Sams, but I am sure it will be a quick one since I will have all three in tow.
On to the next weekend adventure. The whole reason my husband needed a tie was for the Father/Daughter Sweetheart Dance. Our van was in the shop(that's another story) so I went with them and dropped them off. Our boys also had plans to spend the night with a friend, so I was footloose and fancy free. Ofcourse my plan was to go grocery shopping and to Sam's Club. I, know big night on the town!!! Then it hit me, I can go grocery shopping anytime, but how often can I sneek away and go to a movie all by myself? NEVER!!! So I detoured, and headed for the only theatre in our city. Wouldn't you know that the only movie I wanted to see didn't start till 9:30, and the very distant second choice was already sold out!!! What is a mom to do? So, I walked around the mall, which I hate doing on a Friday night and bought the boys their Easter shirts, and a few other essentials. And then I got hungry and decided to head to the food court on my way out. After checking out my options, I did what any mother of three would do for dinner. I broke ALL the rules and had a MILKSHAKE for dinner. It was so yummy. FYI, Chik-fil-A has the best shakes hand down. The rest of my night was totally boring, I gave in and went to Walmart. Which is almost worse without kids because since I am not consumed with keeping them in-line and trying to get out as quick as possible I end up wandering the aisles in a kidless stooper. Two hours later I am in the autoparts section wondering ,"why am I standing here?"
One of these days, I will master the kidless evening. Until then, I still have to head to Sams, but I am sure it will be a quick one since I will have all three in tow.
Friday, February 8, 2008
Talents
So, I have said it before, my man is not a suit wearing man. In fact, I have never seen him in a traditional suit before. Tuxedo, yes, at our wedding and my sisters, but suit never. And I do not want to either, he is a jeans man. But on occasion, he does grace our presence with a dress shirt and tie(and looks mighty fine if you ask me, and I know you would.) So, tonight is the annual Father/Daughter Dance and the occasion calls for his best duds. So, last night, I got out a few shirts for him to pick from, and hung them with her dress so we could make sure they did not clash, and then I went about putting the kids to bed.
Here, is were you need to know, I knew what was about to happen, but it is just one of those things, you have to let happen on its own, and not act like you expected it. You see, for all of my DH's amazing talents, he is far lacking in one area. Tie tying. No arguements, hands down, he just does not have the gift. Neither does his dad either, so I guess it is literally in the genes. But, like I said, I tried to leave well enough alone and see how he fared.
Well, I got the kids in bed, and headed into our room. There he was standing in front of the ironing board, with the laptop on, scrolling a site that promised to show you the perfect windsor knot. (proof that this really did happen since I never knew before last night that knots had different names)
Ofcourse, I fell out at the sight, but it got better. He was talking himself through it, actually argueing with himself, which made it even funnier. And so with tears in my eyes, I try to help. I found some videos on youTube, trying to be helpful. But the first one I pulled up was a guy who couldn't tie his tie, and his friends were making fun because he was on a website himself trying to figure it out. (FYI, the website was the SAME one my DH was looking at prior) Anyway, five different sites and at least 50 unsuccesful attempts later, and I leave to check on the kids.
A moment later, my husband appears down the hall and tells me he needs our oldest son just for a minute. So, out of bed he wanders into our room. At this point, I am thinking, "I have gotto blog this!!!" but he has the laptop still!!! So I run to the desktop and pull everything up, and just as I am about to type away, our oldest is heading back down the hall to bed and behind him heading to the kitchen is my DH.
"Don't ever buy me a another tie. Not ever. Not for any occasion. If it is not already tied, I don't want it. I don't care if I look a fool, I am NEVER going to waste my time trying to tie a tie. And another thing, we are going to hire someone to come to our house and professionally teach our boys how to tie a tie. I will not let them grow up and have to argue with ties. And another thing, I need a tie for tomorrow, I had a come to Jesus meeting with this one, and it didn't want to come to Jesus, so its in the trash, in TWO PIECES!!! I'm going to bed."
I didn't know whether to laugh at him or hug him.
Instead I decided to blog about him.
Here, is were you need to know, I knew what was about to happen, but it is just one of those things, you have to let happen on its own, and not act like you expected it. You see, for all of my DH's amazing talents, he is far lacking in one area. Tie tying. No arguements, hands down, he just does not have the gift. Neither does his dad either, so I guess it is literally in the genes. But, like I said, I tried to leave well enough alone and see how he fared.
Well, I got the kids in bed, and headed into our room. There he was standing in front of the ironing board, with the laptop on, scrolling a site that promised to show you the perfect windsor knot. (proof that this really did happen since I never knew before last night that knots had different names)
Ofcourse, I fell out at the sight, but it got better. He was talking himself through it, actually argueing with himself, which made it even funnier. And so with tears in my eyes, I try to help. I found some videos on youTube, trying to be helpful. But the first one I pulled up was a guy who couldn't tie his tie, and his friends were making fun because he was on a website himself trying to figure it out. (FYI, the website was the SAME one my DH was looking at prior) Anyway, five different sites and at least 50 unsuccesful attempts later, and I leave to check on the kids.
A moment later, my husband appears down the hall and tells me he needs our oldest son just for a minute. So, out of bed he wanders into our room. At this point, I am thinking, "I have gotto blog this!!!" but he has the laptop still!!! So I run to the desktop and pull everything up, and just as I am about to type away, our oldest is heading back down the hall to bed and behind him heading to the kitchen is my DH.
"Don't ever buy me a another tie. Not ever. Not for any occasion. If it is not already tied, I don't want it. I don't care if I look a fool, I am NEVER going to waste my time trying to tie a tie. And another thing, we are going to hire someone to come to our house and professionally teach our boys how to tie a tie. I will not let them grow up and have to argue with ties. And another thing, I need a tie for tomorrow, I had a come to Jesus meeting with this one, and it didn't want to come to Jesus, so its in the trash, in TWO PIECES!!! I'm going to bed."
I didn't know whether to laugh at him or hug him.
Instead I decided to blog about him.
Thursday, February 7, 2008
Quiver full of Grace?
Okay, so I pretty much vowed not to even get out of bed this morning unless I was armed with a good attitude and a quiver full of grace. I figured that since I could not keep myself from shooting, at least I could change my weapon, right?
So, I cheerfully got up and woke my boys. I told them I was going to jump in the shower, and if they were up and ready for school by the time I got out I would make them breakfast this morning. Yeah, for bribery!!! That counts as grace right? So off I went, adding that if my oldest started the coffee, I would be very grateful.
Unfortunaely, the coffee canister was empty and he did not know which coffee to open, so I had to make it myslf, but they were dressed and reading. All is well. Breakfast was great, coffee hot and especially amazing, on such a chilly morning 32degrees!!!
I guess here is a good place to detour and say that years ago when i started homeschooling I sat down and wrote out what my objectives would be. At the very top of my list was to instill a love of reading and research in my kids. I wanted them to read, but not just for reading sake. I wanted them to LOVE reading. For them to want to spend a cold rainy day curled up on the couch and be unable to put a book down. I longed for them to stay up late unable to close a book.
Well, we succeeded. They love to read. They love it so much that I am often telling them to put down their books and pick up their pens.
Now, back to this morning. My son, disobeyed me 3x this morning, all in regards to reading.
1st - Son, no reading at the table.
2nd - Son, close the book, eat your breakfast.
3rd - Son, put the book away, it's time to start school.
Mind you, I was only holding grace in my quiver...and oh, how that pained me. I wanted to give him a swift kick in the pants, but I pulled out my grace and pulled back my bow and told him that I was trying really hard to be graceful, and then begged him not to make me go get any additional arsenal.
Finally, we were off and schooling. It was a good day, going smoothly and without much conflict so I think to myself...self, lets get a little planning done for our upcoming trip to D.C., Philly, and New York. So there I am, scouring maps and trip books, and suddenly I realize I need to print some things off. PROBLEM. My laptop won't let me print anything the past couple weeks. So I try to problem solve, and search for answers. TWO HOURS later, I still don't have anything fixed. Phyisical harm almost came to both our desktop and the laptop. I mean, literally throwing it was an option.
So, Lord, thank you for filling my quiver full of grace and not real ammunition, for surley I would have fired recklessly today, and both man and machine would have paid a severe price. Because, if it's not one thing it's another. And, thankfully today grace helped me walk away.
I guess I should pull out this quiver more often.
So, I cheerfully got up and woke my boys. I told them I was going to jump in the shower, and if they were up and ready for school by the time I got out I would make them breakfast this morning. Yeah, for bribery!!! That counts as grace right? So off I went, adding that if my oldest started the coffee, I would be very grateful.
Unfortunaely, the coffee canister was empty and he did not know which coffee to open, so I had to make it myslf, but they were dressed and reading. All is well. Breakfast was great, coffee hot and especially amazing, on such a chilly morning 32degrees!!!
I guess here is a good place to detour and say that years ago when i started homeschooling I sat down and wrote out what my objectives would be. At the very top of my list was to instill a love of reading and research in my kids. I wanted them to read, but not just for reading sake. I wanted them to LOVE reading. For them to want to spend a cold rainy day curled up on the couch and be unable to put a book down. I longed for them to stay up late unable to close a book.
Well, we succeeded. They love to read. They love it so much that I am often telling them to put down their books and pick up their pens.
Now, back to this morning. My son, disobeyed me 3x this morning, all in regards to reading.
1st - Son, no reading at the table.
2nd - Son, close the book, eat your breakfast.
3rd - Son, put the book away, it's time to start school.
Mind you, I was only holding grace in my quiver...and oh, how that pained me. I wanted to give him a swift kick in the pants, but I pulled out my grace and pulled back my bow and told him that I was trying really hard to be graceful, and then begged him not to make me go get any additional arsenal.
Finally, we were off and schooling. It was a good day, going smoothly and without much conflict so I think to myself...self, lets get a little planning done for our upcoming trip to D.C., Philly, and New York. So there I am, scouring maps and trip books, and suddenly I realize I need to print some things off. PROBLEM. My laptop won't let me print anything the past couple weeks. So I try to problem solve, and search for answers. TWO HOURS later, I still don't have anything fixed. Phyisical harm almost came to both our desktop and the laptop. I mean, literally throwing it was an option.
So, Lord, thank you for filling my quiver full of grace and not real ammunition, for surley I would have fired recklessly today, and both man and machine would have paid a severe price. Because, if it's not one thing it's another. And, thankfully today grace helped me walk away.
I guess I should pull out this quiver more often.
Wednesday, February 6, 2008
The Cradle Will Rock
Well, the funk continues. The walk cleared my mind, but my day just could not let up. The kids were argumentative(and remember I was in a fighting mood), the disposal quit working, the dirty laundry pile was shrinking, but the folding pile just kept growing, my van is in the shop b/c the a/c went out and about 5 other things as well, and to top it off I am having a "fat" day.
So, while I grovel in the hassles of my life I thought I would take a moment and try to find that happy place by listing some of my blessings.
My husband is home from his trip to FL, really glad to have him home, although I am still working through the jealousy since now he has a tan AND he got to visit my sister and her family while he was gone....happy thoughts, happy thoughts
The Beez read her first word without any help today...just randomly she read "gum" on her writing sheet...yeah for progress.
Our taxes are done, and yeah for a refund
We were kept safe from the storms last night.
Three kids on my Upward team prayed Jesus into their heart last night...that should be a blessing blog all by itself!!!!
I already have dinner made...yeah for soup in the crockpot.
My "Peep Show" shoes looked so cute yesterday when I picked up my husband from the airport.
I have made new friends because of this blog, and kept up with some old ones as well.
My kids are all on track to be done with all thier book work before we leave on our trip to D.C. and New York, so when we return, they will only have thier trip repoerts to do and their finals to take.
I did get 20 minutes of peace during my escape today, just enough to get me through the day.
Thank you for the little things Lord.
And for the BIG things as well. Like having a GREAT hair day!!!!
Even the most hectic day can just melt away when you have a good hair day.
Top that off with rocking my little girl to sleep, and I just might forget all the craziness by the time I wake up in the morning.
(After a cup of coffee, and a quick glance in the mirror to see if my good hair has weathered the night)
So, while I grovel in the hassles of my life I thought I would take a moment and try to find that happy place by listing some of my blessings.
My husband is home from his trip to FL, really glad to have him home, although I am still working through the jealousy since now he has a tan AND he got to visit my sister and her family while he was gone....happy thoughts, happy thoughts
The Beez read her first word without any help today...just randomly she read "gum" on her writing sheet...yeah for progress.
Our taxes are done, and yeah for a refund
We were kept safe from the storms last night.
Three kids on my Upward team prayed Jesus into their heart last night...that should be a blessing blog all by itself!!!!
I already have dinner made...yeah for soup in the crockpot.
My "Peep Show" shoes looked so cute yesterday when I picked up my husband from the airport.
I have made new friends because of this blog, and kept up with some old ones as well.
My kids are all on track to be done with all thier book work before we leave on our trip to D.C. and New York, so when we return, they will only have thier trip repoerts to do and their finals to take.
I did get 20 minutes of peace during my escape today, just enough to get me through the day.
Thank you for the little things Lord.
And for the BIG things as well. Like having a GREAT hair day!!!!
Even the most hectic day can just melt away when you have a good hair day.
Top that off with rocking my little girl to sleep, and I just might forget all the craziness by the time I wake up in the morning.
(After a cup of coffee, and a quick glance in the mirror to see if my good hair has weathered the night)
When the wind blows...
Today, I need some refreshment. After not much sleep last night due to the threat of bad weather I am in an ill mood and ready for a fight. Anyone game??? I hate days like this, like I am ready to pounce on anyone who dares. That is so not me, at least not on a normal day. But, alas today is not normal.
I think I am about to set the kids up with something that will keep their minds and hands occupied for a while and slip outside. Maybe a few times around the block or a quick trip through the woods will clear my mind and refresh my soul.
I'll let you know, cause if I keep typing it could get ugly.
Me and my ipod are signing off, but we are hoping to have something nice to say shortly.
Until then, me and my bad attitude are out the door.
I think I am about to set the kids up with something that will keep their minds and hands occupied for a while and slip outside. Maybe a few times around the block or a quick trip through the woods will clear my mind and refresh my soul.
I'll let you know, cause if I keep typing it could get ugly.
Me and my ipod are signing off, but we are hoping to have something nice to say shortly.
Until then, me and my bad attitude are out the door.
Monday, February 4, 2008
Typos...they could get you in trouble
So, one of my favorite blog sites is Beth Moore's LPM blogsite...it is hilarious to read her and her daughters posts, some are very serious, others are just about life in general. Well, last night I posted the following comment
"Just had to share the silliest thing that I have EVER DONE!!!My husband was out of town, my boys were at a church activity so my daughter and I had a "Girls Night Out". After Mexican, we roamed the mall, picked out treats from Claires for her, and then it happened. I wandered into Payless, and there they were...those beautiful brown platform high heeled peep toed shoes...AND I BOUGHT THEM!!!
They are amazing!!! I'm 5'11" and wear a size 11 shoe...but I had to get these in a 12...and they were still FABULOUS!!! Not boat-like at all!!!
If I make it to a LPL event this year I will show them off!!!Love to you all!!!!
April
Lauderdale MS"
I guess I was so excited about the Giants HUGE comeback for the Superbowl win that my mind and my fingers were not working together. The line that desribes the shoes as, " those beautiful brown platform high heeled peep toed shoes" was originally typed, "those beautiful brown platform high heeled PEEP SHOW shoes."
Thankfully, with a little prayer sent heaven ward, I reread my post before I sent it!!! Can you even imagine how hilarious that would have been!!! Bragging about me purchasing "PEEP SHOW" shoes!!! I almost wet my pants, and would have but I did not want to dirty those precious shoes!!!
Note to self, typos are not the end of the world. Unless you misspell your intended word and instead spell another.
Hope this made you smile!!!!
Have a blessed day.
"Just had to share the silliest thing that I have EVER DONE!!!My husband was out of town, my boys were at a church activity so my daughter and I had a "Girls Night Out". After Mexican, we roamed the mall, picked out treats from Claires for her, and then it happened. I wandered into Payless, and there they were...those beautiful brown platform high heeled peep toed shoes...AND I BOUGHT THEM!!!
They are amazing!!! I'm 5'11" and wear a size 11 shoe...but I had to get these in a 12...and they were still FABULOUS!!! Not boat-like at all!!!
If I make it to a LPL event this year I will show them off!!!Love to you all!!!!
April
Lauderdale MS"
I guess I was so excited about the Giants HUGE comeback for the Superbowl win that my mind and my fingers were not working together. The line that desribes the shoes as, " those beautiful brown platform high heeled peep toed shoes" was originally typed, "those beautiful brown platform high heeled PEEP SHOW shoes."
Thankfully, with a little prayer sent heaven ward, I reread my post before I sent it!!! Can you even imagine how hilarious that would have been!!! Bragging about me purchasing "PEEP SHOW" shoes!!! I almost wet my pants, and would have but I did not want to dirty those precious shoes!!!
Note to self, typos are not the end of the world. Unless you misspell your intended word and instead spell another.
Hope this made you smile!!!!
Have a blessed day.
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