Rehearsals this week have been interesting. Anytime you try to organize a group of children that range in age from 5 to 12 and keep them on track is an adventure. But despite moments of sheer exasperation it is going well. Now if I can just get these props painted and put together I will be feeling a good bit better. I am not an artistic person so this part is challenging me but I know that it will turn out. And the fact that I have difficulty asking for help is probably biting me in the you know where. Thank you to all of you for the continued prayers and encouraging words. They mean alot.
Anyone else watching American Idol? I am completely addicted. And I was sooooo happy that Jason went home tonight. Everytime I saw him I seriously wanted to throw something at the TV. I don't know why but he annoys me with his cocky, "I think I am such a better singer than I actually am" attitude. So Bon Voyage Jason. Now I just wish he had taken whiny Luke with him. Well, maybe next week. And I am still totally perplexed about the rocker Amanda. Obviously I am hearing something different than everyone else. Don't know what the rage is........
It is time for me to go to bed but I am kind of wired. And until this moment I was unsure why. Well, it just hit me that I drank 3 glasses of tea this evening. That is about 2 more than normal. And we usually drink de-caff tea because I am very sensitive to caffeine. But my husband bought regular when he went to the grocery store this week. So I am flying from the tea and the Hershey chocolate bar I ate after dinner. Now to all of you coffee drinkers out there this may seem silly but for me this is a big deal. Truthfully, I may be up for hours now. I normally don't drink or eat anything with caffeine after about 5:00 because it keeps me up. I wonder if there is anything constructive to do without waking my kids or hubby in our little house........ I will let you know if I find anything.
About Me
- PraiseJunky
- I am a wife, a mommy, a home educator, and domestic goddess, a sister, a daughter, a friend, a musician, a reader, a writer, and a lover of Jesus Christ.
Thursday, February 28, 2008
Monday, February 25, 2008
Starting to Feel the Pressure
I teach music one afternoon a week to elementary students. And next Friday is our big Spring Musical. We have been working on it for months and the kids are so excited. But I am beginning to freak out a bit about all of the "stuff" I need to get done this next week. Please pray that I am effecient and organized and that everything will fall into place. And if I don't blog until its over.......I will talk to you all then. Thanks!
Thursday, February 21, 2008
Something to Think About
I came across these today on the internet and thought they were pretty good. Enjoy!
Christian One Liners
Don't let your worries get theBest of you;
remember, Moses startedOut as a basket case.
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Some people are kind, polite, and Sweet-spirited until you try to sit in their pews.
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Many folks want to serve God, But only as advisors.
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It is easier to preach ten sermons Than it is to live one.
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The good Lord didn't create anythingWithout a purpose,
but mosquitoes come close.
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When you get to your wit's end, You'll find God lives there.
*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*
People are funny; they want the front Of the bus,
the middle of the road, and The back of the church.
*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*
Opportunity may knock once,
but temptation Bangs on your front door forever.
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Quit griping about your church;
If it was perfect, you couldn't belong.
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If the church wants a better preacher,
It only needs to pray for the one it has.
*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*
God Himself does not propose to judge
A man until he is dead. So why should you?
*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*
Some minds are like concrete
Thoroughly mixed up and permanently set.
*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*
Peace starts with a smile.
*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*
I don't know why some peopleChange churches;
what difference doesIt make which one you stay home from?
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A lot of church members who are singing
"Standing on the Promises"
Are just sitting on the premises.
*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*
We were called to be witnesses,
Not lawyers or judges.
*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*
Be ye fishers of men.
You catch Them - He'll clean them.
*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*
Coincidence is when God
Chooses to remain anonymous.
*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*
Don't put a question mark
Where God put a period.
*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*
Don't wait for 6 strong men To take you to church.
*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*
Forbidden fruits create many jams.
*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*
God doesn't call the qualified,
He qualifies the called.
*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*
God grades on the cross, not the curve.
*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*
God loves everyone,
but probably prefers "fruit of the spirit"
over a "religious nut!"
*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*
God promises a safe landing, Not a calm passage.
*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*
He who angers you, controls you!
*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*
If God is your Copilot - swap seats!
*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*
Prayer: Don't give God instructions -- just report for duty!
*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*
The task ahead of us is never as
Great as the Power behind us.
*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*
The Will of God never takes you to
Where the Grace of God will not protect you.
*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*
We don't change the message,
The message changes us.
*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*
You can tell how big a person is
By what it takes to discourage him.
*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*
The best mathematical equation
I have ever seen: 1 cross + 3 nails = 4 given.
*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*
Christian One Liners
Don't let your worries get theBest of you;
remember, Moses startedOut as a basket case.
*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*
Some people are kind, polite, and Sweet-spirited until you try to sit in their pews.
*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*
Many folks want to serve God, But only as advisors.
*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*
It is easier to preach ten sermons Than it is to live one.
*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*
The good Lord didn't create anythingWithout a purpose,
but mosquitoes come close.
*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*
When you get to your wit's end, You'll find God lives there.
*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*
People are funny; they want the front Of the bus,
the middle of the road, and The back of the church.
*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*
Opportunity may knock once,
but temptation Bangs on your front door forever.
*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*
Quit griping about your church;
If it was perfect, you couldn't belong.
*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*
If the church wants a better preacher,
It only needs to pray for the one it has.
*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*
God Himself does not propose to judge
A man until he is dead. So why should you?
*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*
Some minds are like concrete
Thoroughly mixed up and permanently set.
*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*
Peace starts with a smile.
*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*
I don't know why some peopleChange churches;
what difference doesIt make which one you stay home from?
*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*
A lot of church members who are singing
"Standing on the Promises"
Are just sitting on the premises.
*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*
We were called to be witnesses,
Not lawyers or judges.
*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*
Be ye fishers of men.
You catch Them - He'll clean them.
*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*
Coincidence is when God
Chooses to remain anonymous.
*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*
Don't put a question mark
Where God put a period.
*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*
Don't wait for 6 strong men To take you to church.
*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*
Forbidden fruits create many jams.
*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*
God doesn't call the qualified,
He qualifies the called.
*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*
God grades on the cross, not the curve.
*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*
God loves everyone,
but probably prefers "fruit of the spirit"
over a "religious nut!"
*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*
God promises a safe landing, Not a calm passage.
*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*
He who angers you, controls you!
*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*
If God is your Copilot - swap seats!
*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*
Prayer: Don't give God instructions -- just report for duty!
*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*
The task ahead of us is never as
Great as the Power behind us.
*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*
The Will of God never takes you to
Where the Grace of God will not protect you.
*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*
We don't change the message,
The message changes us.
*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*
You can tell how big a person is
By what it takes to discourage him.
*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*
The best mathematical equation
I have ever seen: 1 cross + 3 nails = 4 given.
*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*
Monday, February 18, 2008
VICTORY
My latest "anthem" song. Now you can't really get the feel of the song by just reading the lyrics but until I figure out how to upload a link to a video.....this will have to do. I LOVE the words to this song. Me and the boys jam out to it in the car frequently. They bob their heads and sing along. Its great. It is a reminder of Gods goodness. It reminds me of who I am in Christ....victorious! Jesus already sacrificed everything to give me life and to make sure my life was full of VICTORY! Hope you enjoy.
Victory :Yolanda Adams
[Chorus]
I've got, got the victory
I've got the sweet sweet victory in Jesus,Yes I do!
He is our mighty conquerer,
In Him I will trust,
all my battles He'll fight.
I've got, got the victory
I've got the sweet sweet victory in Jesus.
For me He died but He rose on the third day
That’s why I have true victory everyday!
[Verse 1]
Truly I've been through a storm and rain.
I know everything about heartache and pain.
God carried me through it all
Without His protection I'd surely fall.
I’ve been broke without a dime to my name.
But all my bills got paid because I called on Jesus’ name.
You can't tell me that God isn’t real
'cause I've got the victory and that's why I’m still here.
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
I'm not worried about material things I don’t have
I'm just blessed cause I’m sure i'm in my Savior’s care
Because I know that my blessing is on the way
I can't see it right now but I stand by faith.
I've fought many, many battles in His name
I've held up the blood-stained banner and proclaimed
That Jesus is the truth and the light:
Believe me when I say He will make it right!
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
Yeah I got the victory yeah
I got the victory yeah yeah yeah
[And if you have the victory sing along with me]
Yeah I got the victory yeah
I got the victoryYeah yeah yeah
[Sing it with me I've got the victory]
Victory :Yolanda Adams
[Chorus]
I've got, got the victory
I've got the sweet sweet victory in Jesus,Yes I do!
He is our mighty conquerer,
In Him I will trust,
all my battles He'll fight.
I've got, got the victory
I've got the sweet sweet victory in Jesus.
For me He died but He rose on the third day
That’s why I have true victory everyday!
[Verse 1]
Truly I've been through a storm and rain.
I know everything about heartache and pain.
God carried me through it all
Without His protection I'd surely fall.
I’ve been broke without a dime to my name.
But all my bills got paid because I called on Jesus’ name.
You can't tell me that God isn’t real
'cause I've got the victory and that's why I’m still here.
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
I'm not worried about material things I don’t have
I'm just blessed cause I’m sure i'm in my Savior’s care
Because I know that my blessing is on the way
I can't see it right now but I stand by faith.
I've fought many, many battles in His name
I've held up the blood-stained banner and proclaimed
That Jesus is the truth and the light:
Believe me when I say He will make it right!
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
Yeah I got the victory yeah
I got the victory yeah yeah yeah
[And if you have the victory sing along with me]
Yeah I got the victory yeah
I got the victoryYeah yeah yeah
[Sing it with me I've got the victory]
Not a "hater"
Alright, so I just re-read my last post about Valentines Day. Yikes! Am I really that bitter? Uncommon Blonde calls people like us "haters". It is not that I am hating on anything, really. If you enjoy Valentines Day and the man in your life does too. More power to you. It could be that us "haters" are just "green eyed monsters" in disguise. Something to think about.
Thursday, February 14, 2008
Valentines Shmalentines
So I realized today that I am not a huge fan of Valentines Day.
I delivered beautiful, fragrant arrangements of flowers today. Mostly red roses but some other varieties too. Now I must admit I am a HUGE fan of flowers. And it surprised me that so many women that received them seemed totally unimpressed. At least their loved one thought of them but they still acted like I might as well have been delivering "the plague". Now, I do not know what these women encounter on a daily basis so I should not judge. Maybe they have a complete loser at home that wants his wifes co-workers to think he is something that he is not. Who knows?
And it was nice to make some money off of this extremely commercialized holiday that seems centered on love, kind of.
The longer I live the more I realize that I am not a person that is moved by tradition. Maybe Valentines Day is not a big deal to me because I feel like I should not have to have a national holiday for my husband to think about sending me flowers. I want him to do it on his own. Granted, that is not very often but still when he does it seems to be his idea.
I also am realizing that in this area of my life I seem to rebel. The rest of the world gets and receives cards, I won't......just because everyone else expects it. I don't send Christmas cards for the same reason. Personally I don't understand the concept of sending a card to people that only has your signature in it. Exactly what is a person supposed to do with the card after it arrives? Keep it forever? Feel guilty about throwing it away? If you send out a card I think it should include a picture at the least and an update of the senders life at the most. Anything else seems to be a waste of time and money. And in this day of technology it is so easy to let the people you love know that you are thinking about them. How about a call? Much more personal and you might actually find out how the other person is doing.
Then again, maybe I just have a problem with people I don't know telling me what is expected of me just because a certain date on the calendar dictates certain expectations and actions.
I am a fan of birthdays and anniversarys. Those dates have true signifigance and everyones is different. I can get behind celebrating those days because they are uniquely mine (or my family and friends). It is something personal and intimate.
I must sound like a raving lunatic. Oh well! Maybe I am..........
I do know that I need to work on my authority issues or I just might have two little boys like me. Wouldn't that be sad? Does that mean I will be jumping on the Valentine band-wagon? No, probably not.... but who knows? You just might get a christmas card with my signature in it one day........but I wouldn't hold your breathe.
Another thought.......would I feel this way if my husband was excited about these holidays? That is the million dollar question
I delivered beautiful, fragrant arrangements of flowers today. Mostly red roses but some other varieties too. Now I must admit I am a HUGE fan of flowers. And it surprised me that so many women that received them seemed totally unimpressed. At least their loved one thought of them but they still acted like I might as well have been delivering "the plague". Now, I do not know what these women encounter on a daily basis so I should not judge. Maybe they have a complete loser at home that wants his wifes co-workers to think he is something that he is not. Who knows?
And it was nice to make some money off of this extremely commercialized holiday that seems centered on love, kind of.
The longer I live the more I realize that I am not a person that is moved by tradition. Maybe Valentines Day is not a big deal to me because I feel like I should not have to have a national holiday for my husband to think about sending me flowers. I want him to do it on his own. Granted, that is not very often but still when he does it seems to be his idea.
I also am realizing that in this area of my life I seem to rebel. The rest of the world gets and receives cards, I won't......just because everyone else expects it. I don't send Christmas cards for the same reason. Personally I don't understand the concept of sending a card to people that only has your signature in it. Exactly what is a person supposed to do with the card after it arrives? Keep it forever? Feel guilty about throwing it away? If you send out a card I think it should include a picture at the least and an update of the senders life at the most. Anything else seems to be a waste of time and money. And in this day of technology it is so easy to let the people you love know that you are thinking about them. How about a call? Much more personal and you might actually find out how the other person is doing.
Then again, maybe I just have a problem with people I don't know telling me what is expected of me just because a certain date on the calendar dictates certain expectations and actions.
I am a fan of birthdays and anniversarys. Those dates have true signifigance and everyones is different. I can get behind celebrating those days because they are uniquely mine (or my family and friends). It is something personal and intimate.
I must sound like a raving lunatic. Oh well! Maybe I am..........
I do know that I need to work on my authority issues or I just might have two little boys like me. Wouldn't that be sad? Does that mean I will be jumping on the Valentine band-wagon? No, probably not.... but who knows? You just might get a christmas card with my signature in it one day........but I wouldn't hold your breathe.
Another thought.......would I feel this way if my husband was excited about these holidays? That is the million dollar question
Tuesday, February 12, 2008
I see the light......
at the end of the tunnel. Feeling better. I am not sure which of the things I took is responsible or if it is just blowing itself out. I am not going to think about it too hard. I am just thankful that I am feeling better. And getting out of the house for a while gave the little guys a break. They were going nuts this morning......well maybe they were just driving me nuts. It is nap-time soon so maybe I can get caught up around here. Or I could just rest and read or something. I will decide later.
Hand me a tissue
So, what I thought was allergies is apparently not. Yippee! I don't feel miserable....just a little grumpy, irritable and floofy. (floofy = stuffed up, foggy head, etc) So I will be spending today trying to rest and get over this stuff. So here is to tomorrow and feeling better.
Monday, February 11, 2008
Monday again?
This morning I am finding myself having trouble to get motivated to do anything constructive. I do not feel sick but I am not feeling 100% either. I think it is allergies. Anyway, I am wanting to lay on the couch and watch the Lifetime Movie Channel and veg out. The problem with that plan is that I have two very active little boys that have other plans. When I really think about it...that is a good thing. They make it nearly impossible to be lazy. So I get things done whether I feel like it or not.
I missed church yesterday. I am kinda bummed about that. The little guy had a runny nose and was coughing so I didn't want to take him to the nursery so he could infect other kids. I am a bit ticky about the whole nursery thing. My kids have not been children that get sick.....until we started looking for a new church. I don't understand what is so hard about NOT taking kids to the nursery if they don't feel well. However, apparently it is a concept that alot of parents just don't get. Either that or they don't care. I am tired of taking the kids to church only to have them get sick after being there. So I am now in the position of having to decide what to do. I am tired of the kids not feeling well but I also LOVE going to church. So, I guess prayer is in order so the hubby and I will know what to do. I know this may seem like a very "small, tiny thing" to get ticky about but this is how I feel.
The other day as I was cleaning house ( I got inspired after my last blog) my 3 year old asked me about a picture of a baby on the mantle of the fireplace. I told him that it was him when he was a baby. He looked at me with his big blue eyes and said that he had been in my tummy and when he came out he was "yucky". Then he told me about getting cleaned up. So I then sat down and told him about when he was born. It was a wonderful mommy-son moment. (the other kiddo was napping) Then he asked me to tell him some more stories. It was priceless. So we sat down and looked at photo albums of when me and the hubby got married and kept looking until we got to the pictures of the boys. He was fascinated. He has always been a very special little boy but it hit me that day about how fast he is growing up. Too fast! And he is now wearing big boy underwear and doing wonderfully. Hallelujah!
The littlest little guy is a bit of an enigma to me. He is so much like his daddy that it is comical. He is totally different than his brother but I believe that they will compliment each other nicely as they grow up together. They play together now for hours at a time and actually enjoy it. So nice for mommy.....gives me time to do other things. But the "first-born" bossyness has already begun. I hear my 3 year old saying the same things I tell him to the little guy. Kind of funny to hear it come out of his mouth.
My sister is doing great with her pregnancy. She is supposed to go today and get some ultrasound pictures taken. She is sooooo excited. And although I already have 2 kids of my own I am feeling exhilerated about being an aunt. I can't wait to see the little one when it gets here. I can't believe that my little sister is going to be a mommy. TOOOOOO COOOOOL!! I had a dream about the baby the other night. Curious to see if the baby will look anything like my dream. So proud of her and her husband.
My husbands sister had an accident several days ago and had to have surgery. She is doing well and should be able to go home soon. But I think that it hit my husband that he does not like living 1500 miles from his sister. And I have seen a protective, "Papa Bear" thing in him that I have never seen before. I know that he loves his sister but I think he has missed her more than he has been willing to admit. He wants her to happy and fulfilled and wants her to follow her dreams but it is apparent that her moving away affected him more than he let on. So I pray that this event will bring about change in alot of areas for her personally and spiritually and will also bring her and my hubby closer. They need each other even if they think otherwise.
Well, I guess I should clean up the breakfast dishes. So glad that it is sunny outside. Makes things bright and shiny somehow. Thank the Lord I don't live in Seattle with its 300 days of rain a year.
I missed church yesterday. I am kinda bummed about that. The little guy had a runny nose and was coughing so I didn't want to take him to the nursery so he could infect other kids. I am a bit ticky about the whole nursery thing. My kids have not been children that get sick.....until we started looking for a new church. I don't understand what is so hard about NOT taking kids to the nursery if they don't feel well. However, apparently it is a concept that alot of parents just don't get. Either that or they don't care. I am tired of taking the kids to church only to have them get sick after being there. So I am now in the position of having to decide what to do. I am tired of the kids not feeling well but I also LOVE going to church. So, I guess prayer is in order so the hubby and I will know what to do. I know this may seem like a very "small, tiny thing" to get ticky about but this is how I feel.
The other day as I was cleaning house ( I got inspired after my last blog) my 3 year old asked me about a picture of a baby on the mantle of the fireplace. I told him that it was him when he was a baby. He looked at me with his big blue eyes and said that he had been in my tummy and when he came out he was "yucky". Then he told me about getting cleaned up. So I then sat down and told him about when he was born. It was a wonderful mommy-son moment. (the other kiddo was napping) Then he asked me to tell him some more stories. It was priceless. So we sat down and looked at photo albums of when me and the hubby got married and kept looking until we got to the pictures of the boys. He was fascinated. He has always been a very special little boy but it hit me that day about how fast he is growing up. Too fast! And he is now wearing big boy underwear and doing wonderfully. Hallelujah!
The littlest little guy is a bit of an enigma to me. He is so much like his daddy that it is comical. He is totally different than his brother but I believe that they will compliment each other nicely as they grow up together. They play together now for hours at a time and actually enjoy it. So nice for mommy.....gives me time to do other things. But the "first-born" bossyness has already begun. I hear my 3 year old saying the same things I tell him to the little guy. Kind of funny to hear it come out of his mouth.
My sister is doing great with her pregnancy. She is supposed to go today and get some ultrasound pictures taken. She is sooooo excited. And although I already have 2 kids of my own I am feeling exhilerated about being an aunt. I can't wait to see the little one when it gets here. I can't believe that my little sister is going to be a mommy. TOOOOOO COOOOOL!! I had a dream about the baby the other night. Curious to see if the baby will look anything like my dream. So proud of her and her husband.
My husbands sister had an accident several days ago and had to have surgery. She is doing well and should be able to go home soon. But I think that it hit my husband that he does not like living 1500 miles from his sister. And I have seen a protective, "Papa Bear" thing in him that I have never seen before. I know that he loves his sister but I think he has missed her more than he has been willing to admit. He wants her to happy and fulfilled and wants her to follow her dreams but it is apparent that her moving away affected him more than he let on. So I pray that this event will bring about change in alot of areas for her personally and spiritually and will also bring her and my hubby closer. They need each other even if they think otherwise.
Well, I guess I should clean up the breakfast dishes. So glad that it is sunny outside. Makes things bright and shiny somehow. Thank the Lord I don't live in Seattle with its 300 days of rain a year.
Monday, February 4, 2008
Mission Organization....Impossible?
It is no surprise to those of you that know me.....I am not an organized person. I wish I was more organized but apparently wishing does not change things. Only discipline and hard work does. And that is where my procrastination and rebellious side steps in.
Growing up, my mother ran our house with clock work precision and incredible organization. I am the oldest of four children. My mother also watched other children at times to bring in a little extra income. And then there was the year that my three cousins came to live with us. That year there were 9 kids eating dinner several nights a week at our house. Looking back at how my mother handled everything I am in awe. I only have 2 kids and while they are truly blessings, they can drive my to the point of distraction sometimes. I did not understand when I was younger why my mom did things they way she did. We had a closely guarded routine. Time to get up, eat, school, homework, dinner, baths, bed. It was the same every day. Well, except for Wednesdays when we went to church. Church fit between dinner and baths. But the house ran like a well oiled machine. And while my dad is a great guy......I have to give credit for the house running smooth to my mother. And my mom cooked us every meal we ate. I think she is wonder woman. Anyway...... I am realizing that while at times I am like my mom, the things I want to be like her....are not. Unfortunately I am like my dad. Procrastinator, easily bored, flighty at times, spontaneous (not as much as I used to be), and a little messy. That list does not make for good examples to my kids. So I have decided to put myself on a routine. I may not like it but I am sure that after I get used to it I will be glad that it has made my life easier. And so I am off to make my lists and schedule. And since I am a results driven person..... I will also make a list of rewards. Rewards like reading during the boys naps instead of cleaning. So if any of you have any ideas or want to share.....please feel free. I could use some help and suggestions.
And maybe one day down the road my two boys will be telling their wives about how awesome their momma was at running a house. I sooooooooo want that to be the case instead of them being grateful to be out of here. Oh! And I want them to be calling me to ask how to make their favorite dish so they can get their wives to make it. That image is enough to make me want to do and be better.
***A side note.......if my three year old pees or poops in his pants again...... I might explode!***
Growing up, my mother ran our house with clock work precision and incredible organization. I am the oldest of four children. My mother also watched other children at times to bring in a little extra income. And then there was the year that my three cousins came to live with us. That year there were 9 kids eating dinner several nights a week at our house. Looking back at how my mother handled everything I am in awe. I only have 2 kids and while they are truly blessings, they can drive my to the point of distraction sometimes. I did not understand when I was younger why my mom did things they way she did. We had a closely guarded routine. Time to get up, eat, school, homework, dinner, baths, bed. It was the same every day. Well, except for Wednesdays when we went to church. Church fit between dinner and baths. But the house ran like a well oiled machine. And while my dad is a great guy......I have to give credit for the house running smooth to my mother. And my mom cooked us every meal we ate. I think she is wonder woman. Anyway...... I am realizing that while at times I am like my mom, the things I want to be like her....are not. Unfortunately I am like my dad. Procrastinator, easily bored, flighty at times, spontaneous (not as much as I used to be), and a little messy. That list does not make for good examples to my kids. So I have decided to put myself on a routine. I may not like it but I am sure that after I get used to it I will be glad that it has made my life easier. And so I am off to make my lists and schedule. And since I am a results driven person..... I will also make a list of rewards. Rewards like reading during the boys naps instead of cleaning. So if any of you have any ideas or want to share.....please feel free. I could use some help and suggestions.
And maybe one day down the road my two boys will be telling their wives about how awesome their momma was at running a house. I sooooooooo want that to be the case instead of them being grateful to be out of here. Oh! And I want them to be calling me to ask how to make their favorite dish so they can get their wives to make it. That image is enough to make me want to do and be better.
***A side note.......if my three year old pees or poops in his pants again...... I might explode!***
Saturday, February 2, 2008
A Friday Night Away
Last night my sister and I took our momma out to dinner for her birthday. It was a wonderful evening. Just us girls. I had not been out on a Friday night in so long that I can't even remember the last time. We went down to the coast to eat. The food was phenomenal. The conversation was great. It was refreshing to talk to adults after spending so much time with toddlers. And the fact that I got to eat my meal while it was still hot.........great! Usually I am too busy feeding the little guys to really enjoy a meal. But last night was a very welcome break. I should make more time to do that sort of thing more often. It was a complete flip side of the coin of a meal earlier in the week.
Lets see......I guess it was Tuesday. The boys and I went with my parents and my sister to meet my grandparents for dinner in Live Oak. First disaster was that neither of the kiddos had naps that day. Not a good idea. Second disaster.....buffet at Golden Corral. I absolutely hate buffets. You don't know who touched what or how long the food has been sitting there. When I asked for a high chair the waitress informed me that they were by the door. So then I had to go fish a high chair out from behind the dessert bar while holding my 13 month old. Needless to say I was getting a little ticked. Anyway, my mom helped me fix the boys plates. My oldest son did fine eating by himself but the youngest was just being awnry. Then the oldest decided that he needed to go to the bathroom. So I took him into a room that looked like it had not been cleaned in a year or so. After washing hands and sanitizing we returned to the table.Then the youngest little guy refused to swallow anything that wasn't a yeast roll. So the frustration increased. Add that to the fact that he kept pulling the place mat off the table. Anyway, I got up to finally get a plate for myself. By the time I got back, the little guy had managed to pull off the place mat while rubbing his yeast roll on the table. YUCK!!!! I was beginning to lose it. So I picked him up, threw the soiled roll away and proceeded to try to feed him while he sat on my lap. He then grabbed at a knife....I quickly took it away and in the process dumped my entire plate of food on the floor and my grandpa. I am sure that my family at this point could see smoke coming out of my ears. I removed my self from the table and took the lil man outside to cool off. After a while of standing outside while receiving stares from the locals we returned to the table to try again. And before I could even take a drink of my tea, the little monkey grabbed my cup and dumped tea down the front of my shirt. At this point I looked at my dad and said that I would never return to Golden Corral in Live Oak. He just began to laugh at me and said that I was paying for my raising. That sparked conversation with the family. Then my oldest decided to inform the entire resturaunt that he was "trying to poop" I truly wanted to crawl into a hole. The upside was that after that we got to leave. I am very glad that we got to spend time with my grandparents too. So I guess it was worth it. Maybe.
So last night was like being in heaven. No kids, no men, no hassle. Great view of the ocean, great food, and great time with my two favorite people. It was lovely. And much needed. I am feeling a bit more sane today because of it. Those of you with children know exactly what I'm talking about. Those of you who don't have kids.......don't take your hassle free dinners for granted. Ever.
Lets see......I guess it was Tuesday. The boys and I went with my parents and my sister to meet my grandparents for dinner in Live Oak. First disaster was that neither of the kiddos had naps that day. Not a good idea. Second disaster.....buffet at Golden Corral. I absolutely hate buffets. You don't know who touched what or how long the food has been sitting there. When I asked for a high chair the waitress informed me that they were by the door. So then I had to go fish a high chair out from behind the dessert bar while holding my 13 month old. Needless to say I was getting a little ticked. Anyway, my mom helped me fix the boys plates. My oldest son did fine eating by himself but the youngest was just being awnry. Then the oldest decided that he needed to go to the bathroom. So I took him into a room that looked like it had not been cleaned in a year or so. After washing hands and sanitizing we returned to the table.Then the youngest little guy refused to swallow anything that wasn't a yeast roll. So the frustration increased. Add that to the fact that he kept pulling the place mat off the table. Anyway, I got up to finally get a plate for myself. By the time I got back, the little guy had managed to pull off the place mat while rubbing his yeast roll on the table. YUCK!!!! I was beginning to lose it. So I picked him up, threw the soiled roll away and proceeded to try to feed him while he sat on my lap. He then grabbed at a knife....I quickly took it away and in the process dumped my entire plate of food on the floor and my grandpa. I am sure that my family at this point could see smoke coming out of my ears. I removed my self from the table and took the lil man outside to cool off. After a while of standing outside while receiving stares from the locals we returned to the table to try again. And before I could even take a drink of my tea, the little monkey grabbed my cup and dumped tea down the front of my shirt. At this point I looked at my dad and said that I would never return to Golden Corral in Live Oak. He just began to laugh at me and said that I was paying for my raising. That sparked conversation with the family. Then my oldest decided to inform the entire resturaunt that he was "trying to poop" I truly wanted to crawl into a hole. The upside was that after that we got to leave. I am very glad that we got to spend time with my grandparents too. So I guess it was worth it. Maybe.
So last night was like being in heaven. No kids, no men, no hassle. Great view of the ocean, great food, and great time with my two favorite people. It was lovely. And much needed. I am feeling a bit more sane today because of it. Those of you with children know exactly what I'm talking about. Those of you who don't have kids.......don't take your hassle free dinners for granted. Ever.
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