I think I've created a blogmonster...

As tagged by my dear hubby...

Top 5 people I wish would write a blog:
1 - I agree with DH - Cousin It - we want you!
2 - Jenn - and you KNOW who YOU are
3 - Surprisingly enough, my mother
4 - Any of the Dicksons
5 - Any of the blogs I usually read who haven't posted in forever

Words I heard waaaaaaaaaay too often in 2005:
1 - Money
2 - Emergent
3 - Post modern
4 - Saxophone
5 - "I don't know"

5 things I'd like to see decrease in 2006:
1 - weight
2 - tension
3 - housework
4 - natural disasters
5 - excuses

5 things I'd like to see increase in 2006:
1 - stitching time and ability
2 - time with the fam
3 - world peace
4 - my quiet time
5 - my prayer time

5 people whose lists I'd like to see:
1 - Mozark
2 - Paul W
3 - Beaner
4 - Dwiggy
5 - George

Dec 29

...and once again, I just don't feel like conversing with anyone here in the office today. I can't help but think that this is just SO wrong of me, and that as a christian, I should be making the most of every opportunity, but I just don't want to get into these long, drawn-out gabfests that occur around here. The problem is, this week there's only three of us in the office, so my silence is pretty noticeable. I'm really looking forward to a half day tomorrow - going to be too busy to chatter...

*Stitchspeak Warning* Hit Hobby Lobby last night, and kitted out the pin guards. Got some evenweave, and I think I did alright on the color conversion. I even indulged in some DMC light effects floss - lovely! I compared the floss I had from the wolf kit (which are not DMC - ugh) and converted them as closely as I could to DMC, so I think I might be ready to start. And I'd really like to. But I have two WIP's that need to be finished first. DH has been very patient about his sax player, and well, Ivy's piece should go quickly after I frog what's already been done on the "Y" in her name. I spaced the letters evenly, but I guess they should have been spaced proportionately. I think these three projects will take up all of my rotation for the next year. I have until spring of 2007 to do the pin guards, but I need to get them done ASAP so she can do the finishing. In other stitching news, I did my first no-sew cube for Christmas! I used jingle bells for the feet and faux holly sprigs for the embellishment on the top, and I think it came together really well. Unfortunately, I don't have a digital camera, so I can't post pictures.

Back to regular stuff...We're having guests over tomorrow night for dinner, but haven't decided what to serve yet. I think we're doing Mexican. We're going to watch The Polar Express and read the book as well. I'm really looking forward to it! I have to clean tonight, and make my homemade caramel corn - yum. Tomorrow afternoon we're having a family portrait done - gasp! The last time we had an entire family picture professionally done was when DS2 was a few weeks old. Yeah. It's been a while.

Well, I guess I should at least pretend I'm working, huh?

Oh - and for your daily sugar-sweet rush: http://cuteoverload.com

Wednesday - for lack of a more clever title

Ever have a day when you just don't wanna talk? Nothing's really wrong, I just don't wanna talk to anyone here in the office. I'm not upset, not angry, nothing like that - just want some peace and quiet while I do my job. Does that make me a bad person?
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One of the gifts DH got me for Christmas is a gift card to a local hobby and craft store. He insisted that I go there tonight and spend it. What. A. Guy!! Can't wait! I've spent the time that the internet was down here (nice - and on a day when the boss is gone! Cutting into prime surfing time...) organizing my priorities and stuff...
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I also received on of The Swift's CDs for Christmas, and I've been playing the song "I Need You" over and over...there are just times when I absolutely feel that way.

...and to all a good night...

Hey, Blogville! How was yer Christmas?! Ours was purty darn good! We were up (for the day, at least) before the kiddos, and had a blast opening our gifts...I think the kiddos had a nice Christmas. It was so nice to be able to spend on other people this year. It doesn't always work out that way, but I love it when it does. I think DH had a good Christmas, too, and that goes without saying for me! I think my favorite thing, though, was hearing how much DH enjoyed church Sunday morning.

DS1 and I had a running conversation as to why we were going to church on Christmas. He just did not want to go. We talked about it frequently over the past week. Finally, Sunday afternoon he came to me and said he understood why we went. When I asked him to tell me why, he said it was so we could spend time with friends and our church family, and hear about God's gift to us. (YEEESSSS! Learning has occurred!!)

And I'd like to send a big ol' shoutout to Donna and Terri for their lovely Christmas cards - made me all teary-eyed! Thanks, gals!

Now I'm back at work. And to tell you the truth, I'm getting kinda tired of hearing about everyone else's Christmas - who spent what on whom, who got cheated, who got spoiled. Ugh. Back to some warped form of "real life."

Merry Christmas, Blogville!

It's almost here!!! Just a few more things to get and wrap and I'll be good to go! DH and I "wrapped" presents last night. One of our traditions - pick a night just before Christmas, make the kiddos go hide in their rooms and we attempt to wrap gifts. Why, oh why and manufacturers put everything in geometric boxes?!?!

Anyway, I hope you and your have a wonderful Christmas!

...now if I could just get that SONG outta my head...Weee want da funk; gotta have dat funk...

C-5 days and counting...

(Just remember - I warned you a loooooong time ago that Sunday was a-comin')

*Warning* Stitchspeak ahead...

One of the things my aunt and I discussed Sunday were her pinguards. She has asked me to do Just Nan's Celeste, but to do a color conversion to green, and add a wolf figure next to her. (Her mascot and her assistant's mascot incorporated into one design.) All within a space less than 6 inches high and maybe 5 inches wide. Twenty times. Yes, T-W-E-N-T-Y times. Ack! I'm a bit overwhelmed, to be honest. And I am going to have to stitch over two - which I really dislike - I'm easily confused - with the wolf, and the angel's face and hands done over one. *sigh* And as far as I can tell, I'm doing all of the guards. I helped her stitch pinguards a number of years ago, but she spread them out amongst a few other stitchers as well as me, so I ended up doing five or six. But twenty! Eeep! I have to have them done before June 2007 - which sounds like an awfully long time to some, but trust me - cross stitch is not exactly a speedy endeavor! So, I guess, please pray for my sanity, my wrist, and my family!

Today we're doing our Christmas luncheon here at work. We decided that A) we didn't want to go out in the evening sometime, and B) didn't want to deal with MB - so we're doing lunch here and getting the difference as a cash bonus - scree! Of course, it's already accounted for - Merry Christmas, right? Ahh, nothing says Christmas like...Italian food? Whatever! We're cool with that!

Whoops - gotta run! Happy Tuesday!

Weekend recap

Happy Monday...

Not much happened this weekend - DH worked Saturday, and I baked. A lot. DS1's b-ball team won their final game - woo hoo!

Sunday my dad's father and sister came over for Christmas. We had a nice long visit, and everyone got gifts (doesn't that automatically make for a nice visit?) I still feel some awkwardness because there was such a time gap for us. But it was still good to see them.

...and that's pretty much it...lame, huh?
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Random tho't for the day...(Completely tongue-in-cheek, of course!)

How fair was it to give Jesus to Mary and Joseph as their first child? How well could He have prepared them for the 100% human children that came after Him? I mean, He was without sin, so no tantrums at 2, no ornery pranks at 10, no eye rolls at 14 - come on - kid #2 for the family must have been quite a shocker! Did they ask said second child "Why can't you be more like your brother Jesus?"

...tee hee...

Merry Christmas...?

http://www.southflorida.com/events/sfl-scaredsanta,0,2245506.photogallery?coll=sfe-events-headlines&index=1

One of my favorite Christmas songs...

Just wanted to share the lyrics with you...it's performed by Natalie Grant

One Child

The seed, it grows and somehow becomes a life
It moves, she knows that her baby has arrived
She's so scared, but she's so blessed
She lays down her fear for the hope at her breast
For she knows

Chorus
One million chains could never hold back this moment in time
One thousand dreams could never dream what this moment truly means
Heaven and earth, they cradle the infinite joy born on this night
For it only takes one child to forever change the world

He stands beside her, he'd share her pain if only he knew how
He whispers I love you as he gently strokes her brow
He's so scared, but he's so blessed
There's a thundering pride pounding deep in his chest
For he knows

Chorus

Christ is born, we are blessed
Every knee shall bow and every tongue shall confess
That we know

Chorus

This baby cries
And for the first time the world hears the voice of God weep
Mary sings a lullaby
As the hope of the nations gently falls asleep
She knows this is the one child
To forever change the world

I stink

Have you ever been around something that's dead and rotting? The stench is overwhelming! It's intense and like nothing else - you'll never mistake it.

DH and I are CSI fans (the original one, not the knockoffs) and there was one episode that really made an impression on me. Sarah and one of the guys is trying to determine the identity and cause of death for a body found in the desert (wait - don't they ALL start out like this...?) This particular body was in a bag of some sort, and had liquified, in essence. Long story short, she's trying to impress a guy, but is covered in the stench of this rotting body that she literally can't wash away. Something about the rancid body fat clinging to her hair, etc. Just a really nasty thought. The impression I was left with was that she was going to be smelling like this for a long time, regardless of how often she bathed.

Which brings me to the story of Lazarus in John 11. Jesus wants the stone in front of the tomb rolled away. Those there with Him protest as Lazarus has been in the tomb for four days, and to be honest, he stinks. But all Jesus knows is that He loves Lazarus and that God has a plan. He doesn't care about the decay, the smell, the dirt. He just knows that this is why He came. He is willing to face the stink of death for the one He loves.

No matter how much we bathe, put on expensive perfumes and powders, we, too, stink of death and decay and sin. But He can get past that. He can get through the stink, through the pretense, through the rebellion, through my hardened heart and stiff neck.

Just so that I could come out smelling like a rose.

Warning: Vent to Follow

DS1 has joined the chorus at school. I was thrilled until I was informed that there was no homework, and this was the primary reason for opting for chorus. Well, last night, the chorus was to perform, as well as a number of other musical groups from the school. And DS1's chorus was required to stay for all the performances. Okay, no problem. We got there on time, and headed to the cafetorium (how classy is that!) There is literally standing room only. Crazy! Students are lugging chairs from wherever they can be found - I watched them add at least five rows of chairs and there were still people standing. A woman standing next to me asked if this school had a gym we could go into, and I told her they had two gyms - moving sounded good to me! Then the chorus director announced that they were sorry there weren't enough seats, but to bear with them and they would make do. He also said that this was a problem they loved to have. (Yeah. Thanks.) He added that the sound system in the gym was terrible, so we would have to stay where we were. Then he said that although they wanted the 6th grade chorus to remain, they would be allowed to leave after their performance to make room. Everyone applauded!

The girls chorus performed first, and they were really good. Probably 50 young ladies singing in harmony - lovely! Then the boys chorus performed, and they were not so good, but you gotta give them credit. A dozen junior high boys singing along with a bongo. Takes guts, man! Their third piece was Love Potion Number 9, with three solos. The problem was, they couldn't be heard! And not just to soloists who were singing into mics (that mysteriously got turned off right before the solos) but the whole group!

So 6th grade chorus heads to the stage. The music teacher announces that this is the first year that chorus has been offered as an alternative to "regular" music and that more than 150 students opted for chorus. Wait a minute - you have to believe that on average, more than one family member will turn out for your kid's chorus performance, right? So, double that 150. Oh, wait, you forgot to factor in siblings and grandparents, so maybe another 100 or so people. Not to mention the families present for other choruses. One would think - wouldn't one? - that someone with a mathematical bent in the school would have suggested that someone set up more chairs! Sheesh! What a madhouse! But the songs they performed were charming, and more than made up for the inconvenience! Really cute and original! Just wish DH had made it in time to see it.

Sorry - venting finished - but as you can see, I'm still not feeling great...and this was just one more straw...grrr...

Have a good day, and I'll take drugs or something...

Blech...

Well, it's Monday again...

Weekend recap:

Friday - I think the evening went pretty well! The fam came over and chowed on wings and catfish. I think DH was absolutely in his element! All four sisters and a brother, as well as his mom and an adult niece and nephew were there. Kinda crazy and crowded, but that's what family does, right?

Saturday - Slept IN! Fetched Christmas trees (yes, more than one.) Then DS1 and I trudged into work to type his story for school - it ended up being 19 pages. Really cute story! We finished just in tiime to head to his basketball game, and then straight out to church for babysitting/cookie baking which led into the youth group's midnight service.

Sunday - Too sick to go to church. Fever, congestion, yuck. Stayed in and warm until it was time to decorate the main tree and discovered it was in an absolutely arid state - crispy, even. Went to another place to get another tree and made it home in time for DS1 to head out to see Narnia with the youth group. Slept...watched football...slept. Decorated tree, watched Christmas with the Kranks, and baked gingerbread cookies (okay, well, it wasn't from scratch, but, hey - I tried!)

Monday - made it to work, but feel pretty yucky! Hence the title...

Friday

Made it home yesterday - in spite of Mother Nature's best attempt. Got home and started in on housecleaning. DH has invited his family over tonight for games and snacks. Kiddos and I worked hard all evening - all of us hacking and coughing and sneezing and pretty much feeling yucky. But we got it done, for the most part. Sorry it wasn't completely done, Allen.

I am looking forward to tonight. It will be nice to have his family over. I'm looking at it as a good opportunity to serve them. Here's praying that He will shine through...

Have a good weekend everyone!

It's SNOWING!!!

Hooray - oh wait - I guess it would be better if I didn't have to slip and slide across town to pick up the kiddos...nice first day back to work for DH...

Please be praying - my car doesn't like snow! And unlike Beaner, I made sure my driver's ed classes were during the summer! Ack!

It's OVER

I'll not go into details here, but please - join us in praising God for His goodness and mercy!

HALLELUJAH!!

Monday

(If you've read DH's blog, you know how {relieved} I am to be back at work!! Whew!)
Yeah, so, this woman calls me back to the exam room, where DH is {patiently waiting}, escorts me in and proceeds to speak an obscure Swahili dialect regarding my husband.

ME: "Wait - what?"

DR: "Blah-blah-blah-blah hospital blah-blah ambulance blah-blah-blah admit blah-blah."

DH: "You gotta be shi**in' me!"

And can I just note how long it actually TAKES to get to the hospital from Doc-in-a-box?! Holy oleo, Batman!

I guess the good news is (other than DH is okely-dokely of course!) that DS1 dedicated his game Saturday to his dad *sniff* (who was in the ER at game time) and played really well. Hmmm...correlation? I dunno.
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Everyone around here is sick. I don't want it - I don't need it - I ain't gonna accept it from ya! Keep it to yourself!
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Tomorrow is going to be tense as NB comes in and MB will possibly be talking to him about giving him the proverbial boot, as it were. *sigh* I guess right now, I'll just hang out at least for awhile and see what happens next...
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And what the heck happened yesterday with worship?! Eeep! Personally, I blame, uh, well, I guess me for sharing the "Concerned Caller" clips from www.ourgreenroom.com with the rest of the PT. Sorry, guys! I felt very conspicuous up there, knowing there were some in the congregation making sure I was being a statue for Christ - not moving my butt around, back and forth, side to side. LOL!

Did we mess up in reverse?

The rumor mill is grinding out a whole slew of stuff this afternoon. Seems that the new guy may be interested in coming aboard. NOW what do I do? I hate that this will cause all kinds of stress and crap in the office and between MB, NB and FB! Do I stick it out? Do I step up my efforts to find somewhere new? Do I hang around and see how the new guy works out? It could be a good thing - NG could make MB be out of the office actually working - novel concept, I realize - but NG could end up being just as bad as MB - they've been friends for a looooong time. This inhales!

...just another day in paradise...

I think I've been in denial about today. MB (mean boss) is bringing in one of his "friends" to the office today. In the hopes of replacing NB (nice boss). And FB (friend boss) and I are kind of (read: VERY) uneasy about it. NB has some inkling I think, but I don't know the depth of his knowledge or the extent of his concern. Ugh. MB told FB that he'd want ther to show new guy some things today maybe. We're not sure what exactly he will want to see, or ethically, what she can show a stranger about the business dealings around here.

Crud - gotta go - guess who's here!

...please send happy thoughts and prayers our way...thanks!

Happy December!!

Yep, it's definitely December! Fine coating of snow on the ground, below freezing temps...ah...love it! And, since it's officially December, I can begin decorating for Christmas! Hooray!

I'm in a much better state today than I have been all week it seems. Sleep is a WONDERFUL thing!

Whoops - MB (mean boss) is here - gotta dash...!

Yikes!

...and just when I thought things had settled down...

DH woke me at about 4am telling me he was going to the ER. WHAT?!?! He's fine, but evidently he has strained the ligaments attaching his ribs to his sternum and is in some pretty major pain. Lots of happy pills. But I can't check on him at the moment, because there is something wrong with our phone line - so no calls in or out. Ugh.

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So, I had a rookie pick up my kiddos from school yesterday (if only to give Beaner a break and allow me to remain in her good graces - LOL) Everything went fine picking up DS2 - thanks to Mapquest (I told you she was a rookie - as well as new to the area!) The problems started when she went to get DS1. The school is on a one-way street - which was not a problem - but evidently the flow of traffic was such that she didn't see the car next to her and - well - hit it. Eek! Everyone was fine, but she was understandably upset. And DS1 was patiently waiting, unaware of the unfolding drama. I just felt so HORRIBLE! She assured me everything was fine, though. Big, BIG shout out to Bridget!! Thanks, girlfriend!!
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The kiddos spent the night with a friend Saturday night. The main reason is for new video game competition, as opposed to any deep friendships, I suspect. DS1 was describing their evening to us and said that they got there around 6pm and by 8pm "we were bored sick out of our pants." ...um...

Monday

Note to self: Next year, make sure YOU get the Monday after Thanksgiving off, instead of friend-boss! Eek!

Thanksgiving was nice - went to BIL an SIL's house. Very thankful for family! LOTS of food and she sent home lots of leftovers with us. Didn't get to make Mamaw's Coconut Cake for T-giving, but will definitely try it for the church holiday banquet-ish thingy!

Friday I was a slug. No shower, didn't venture out of my comfy spot very often, remote firmly glued to palm. Awesome!

Saturday DH worked, so I actually DID some stuff (*gasp* - I know!) Lots of laundry, some cleaning, some shopping - but it was all stuff DH asked me to pick up - so no pressies.

Sunday I sang with the PT. Good times. We've got such a great group of people involved in the worship ministry. Just don't get us giggling...

And today - ugh! DH is in a class every day this week. We're going to be a "normal" couple where we both get home at the same time (approximately), look at each other, and wonder what we should do for dinner. Great. How do people DO this every day?!?

So there's my weekend in a shallow nutshell - I'd go into more detail, but it's almost time to go home, and I haven't gotten to all my work today...(bad girl!)

Letting Go

I heard something the other day on our local christian radio station that has stuck with me. The DJ was talking about an issue with which she was trying to deal, and she faithfully presented it to the Lord. She offered it to Him - praying with her hands out and palms up. There was no resolution, and hadn't been for awhile. She said she heard Him tell her to turn her hands over - and drop the problem into His care.

I know I've been guilty of this same action - offering it to Him, but keeping my hands ready to take back the issue if it's not taken care of to my specifications or timetable.

Lord, remind me that You are bigger than any problem I may be holding on to. Help me to turn my troubles over to You, to drop them into Your hands, because mine aren't big enough to carry them.

Monday

So our date Saturday was SO much fun! We dropped the kids off at the sitter's house and we were off! Our instructions for the evening were to not worry about the kiddos and to stay out late! And as our sitter was keeping the boys overnight, the world was our oyster. Well, we stopped and got food for Wrigley and then we were off! Well, we couldn't decide on a restaurant, but agreed on one and then we were off! Well, that one was way too full, so we agreed on another one and then we were off! But first, a stop - and one that made major DH points!! We went to Teddy-Set-Go (a Build-a-Bear Workshop-type place) and we picked out a new family member. Coltrane was 'born' Saturday at 6:15pm, with a special wish in his heart from DH to me. (MAJOR points! Especially when he had to kiss the guardian angel bear insert and make a wish right there in the middle of the store!) And then we were off! To the second restaurant - which was full, so we agreed on a third option and then we were off! To a restaurant that wasn't overcrowded with really good food. So after our yummy creole dinner, we decided on ice cream for dessert and we were off! And since there were no movies out that we couldn't live without seeing, we decided to rent a movie or two, but we had just gotten our ice cream, and ice cream just won't wait! So we decided to go home and see what movies were playing on TV (none) and decided to scour our movie collection. So, we were home by 9:30, eating ice cream and watching "Million Dollar Baby" by ourselves with no interruptions from the kidlets. It was AWESOME!! Fun, relaxing, romantic - everything a date should be!

Hooray, Thursday!

Good, GOOD mail day today!! Victorian Trading Company catalog, free book, samples from Dove, and...dadatada! My annual T-giving installment of Malley's chocolate covered toffee!!

(Cue the rejoicing peasants...!)

Y'all 'scuse me while I hibernate and indulge the rest of the day...

Wednesday

It's evidently autumn (that's for you, Skip!) because evidently, I'm coming down with something. Ugh! Feeling sluggish, congested. Oh well.

Not much is going on around here - just maintaining. And sometimes that's all I can hope for.

Sorry 'bout the melancholy tone today! I'm not down or anything, just kinda emotional and tired...

...gray skies are gonna clear up - put on a happy face...

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And now for something completely different (with apologies to Monty Python...)

Check out Fajita's blog: http://www.homefront.blogspot.com Love the idea!

...and look! She's stitching!

The Traditional Princess
You are generous, graceful, and practical with both
feet planted firmly on the ground. You tend to
be a little on the old-fashioned side. You
value home, hearth, and family life and love to
be of service to others.
Role Models: Snow White, Maid Marian
You are most likely to: Discover a hidden talent
for spinning straw into gold.

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Gather 'round the table

We've been invited to DBil and DSil for T-giving this year. And I've been pressuring DH as to what dish we're taking to the feast. I'm uneasy that we (he) haven't decided yet. Today he decided to make the decision mine. Eep! I don't cook much, because I've been blessed with a wonderful DH who enjoys being in the kitchen, so I don't need to cook. And all my Sil's are known for a dish or two - know what I mean? One is known for her macaroni salad, one for her spaghetti, one for her cookies, one for her greens, etc. "You're bringing xyz, right? 'Cause it won't be abc without it!" "I look forward to your xyz every year!" *sigh*

I've tried to come up with new and enticing things in the past, only to be handily rejected in the nicest possible way. I guess all I'm known for is not cooking.

Any suggestions, Blogvillians?

LOLOLOL!

This cracked me up today...!

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Tuesday

Got a phone call last night letting us know that some friends had their second baby girl yesterday afternoon. Can't wait to see her!
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How many times do we tell God what we're going to do for Him? I mean, we make all these plans to work to further His kingdom - door knocking, street corner evangelizing, studying the Bible with people, serving the church, etc. - which are all good things, don't get me wrong! And we pray, just to keep in touch. I am so guilty of this! I want to do good things, things I think He wants me to do, but a lot of times, I just dive in, simply letting God know what I'm doing, instead of seeking His counsel.

But what about what He's already doing? How often do we, in our zeal, mistakenly get in the way of His work? I think our prayer should be "Show me" instead of "watch me."

...and it's over!

The craft auction, that is. And it seems to have been a great success. According to preliminary reports, we were able to make about as much as in years past, which was terrific and a HUGE relief! Next is the holiday season and then the women's retreat.

My aunt brought me the stuff my mother was sending to me Saturday. I was surprised at the stuff she kept, in particular, letters and cards I sent her when I was in college. Sheesh! I had no idea I was so shallow and insipid. And as I'm fairly certain that I will never have a library named after me that will clamor for my "papers" I'm pretty sure I can trash them. I also have a lot of pictures from my childhood and the baby clothes she kept for me. Can't decide exactly where I am in my feelings on this. I don't know.

In other news, DS1 had his first Parks & Rec basketball game Saturday - and they won! And he got to help them win! This is a huge deal, because B-ball isn't a sport we 'do' in our house. Football, and the Cubs, but no basketball. So, the idea that he scored two points and got a steal after only one practice - woohoo! Go number 5!!

I haven't done any stitching for about a week now. Too tired and too busy and in too much pain. The change of season has really done a number this year on my carpal tunnel. Ugh! And I can't find any of my braces to wear. I'd really like to get some stuff done, for goodness sake!

The looming terror that is...the CRAFT AUCTION

Okay, well maybe it's not that bad, but it is pretty frightening! Tomorrow is the big day, and between now and then, I literally do not have time to breathe. No. Really. DH is working OT today, I had teacher conferences this morning, haul the kiddoes to a sitter (unexpectedly), work a full day (and THAT's going just GREAT!! not.), head out to the church to decorate and set up, go home sometime and clean my house from top to bottom in anticipation of family arriving tomorrow while once again I am setting up/decorating at the building, only to head to DS1 basketball game tomorrow afternoon, and then, oh yeah, the craft auction itself. See? No breathing. At. All.

Satan is at it again. I love working on the auction. I love how it all comes together in the end. I love being a part of this ministry which helps support hurting women in our area. I love that my family is coming to visit and that my grandmother is going to be not only at the auction, but also in church with us Sunday. (hooray!) I love that DS1 finally has a chance to play in a sport he enjoys. I love that I have a place to live, and that my family is comfortable enough there to be truly "at home." I'm grateful that I have a job (although the flexibility I once had seems to be eroding quickly.) I'm happy that DH is willing to put in extra hours for the good of his family.

Maybe instead of looking for the bright side, I need to polish the dull side a little bit more?

Tuesday

Haha! I'll post BEFORE I start work today! I'll foil you yet, silly workplace!!

Okay, DH - here are the seven blog topics I've pieced together for you:

• Would you make a good Survivor contestant? Why or why not?
• What is your worst fault? Your greatest strength?
• How do you want to be remembered?
• Any regrets?
• Share your testimony.
• What is your heart's desire?
• Of what accomplishment are you most proud?

There ya go - have at 'em!

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I recently finished a very...um - interesting book, shall we say. It's called Lamb - a novel - The Gospel According to Biff, Christ's Childhood Pal by Christopher Moore. (With a title like that, could you blame me for picking it up?!) While the book as a whole is completely irreverent and definitely fiction, the premise is interesting. It covers those missing childhood and young adult years. Christ knows He's the Son of God but doesn't know what to do, or how to be the Son of God. Moore takes his characters on a search for the three magi for Christ to be "trained." If you can get past the language and the questionable situations, it really gives a new spin on Christ's human side. One scene really impressed me - it's toward the end of his ministry and He's been trying to tell his disciples what the kingdom of God is like and He's completely frustrated because they just aren't getting it. He and Biff take a break and Maggie (Mary Magdalene) runs up to them.

"You two are the ninnies here. You both rail on them about their intelligence, when that doesn't have anything to do with why they're here. Have either one of you heard them preach? I have. Peter can heal the sick now. I've seen it. I've seen James make the lame walk. Faith isn't an act of intelligence, it's an act of imagination. Every time you give them a new metaphor for the kingdom they see the metaphor, a mustard seed, a field, a garden, a vineyard, it's like pointing something out to a cat - the cat looks at your finger, not at what you're pointing at. They don't need to understand it, the only need to believe, and they do. They imagine the kingdom as they need it to be, they don't need to grasp it, it's there already, they can let it be. Imagination, not intellect." (Emphasis mine.)

Hmmm...

The nerve!

...darn work...always interfering...can't blog...grumblemumble...

Be back tomorrow (hopefully!)

Thursday

Thursday?!? Already?!? Cripes!

I haven't had a chance to a) change DH's blog; b) compile a list of seven blog ideas for him; c) write the blog he asked me to write. I've failed blog-sitting. *sigh* I guess I still have a little bit of time...

On the happy news front - Tyler Stewart came through the surgery just fine! Much rejoicing! Still some things to watch out for, but we're very encouraged. Aaaannnndddd...today is his birthday! Happy, happy birthday, Tyler!!

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I read John Alan Turner's blog today (and if you haven't - you really should!) www.johnalanturner.blogspot.com He talks about Elijah calling Elisha into ministry, and how intimidating it must have been. Asking someone to change their life so radically, to walk away from everything they know and love to continue in a completely different mode. And then John challenged me to not say "No" FOR anyone; to not deny someone the opportunity to decide their own answers, choose their own fate, open their hearts to God - just because I don't think they'll be open, or because I'm afraid of their reaction.

Guilty as charged.

Monday

Color me disappointed! That trade show this weekend was a JOKE! I went into it with such high hopes, only to find a glorified flea market with some really nice fur coats. All I ended up buying was some DVD's which I'm hoping aren't pirated somehow. Sheesh!

I guess I do have SOMETHING to look forward to - and I'll need your help, Blogville. DH has left me with the keys to the proverbial castle! I have COMPLETE CONTROL over his blog (www.fireguy.blogspot.com) this week and with the exception of the title - I can change whatever I want! I am enlisting you guys for topic ideas, because he's going to take 7 of my suggested topics as blog entries over the next month. Mwahahaha! When the cat's away...

Friday

Hmmm...interesting idea, Terri. Three things...desert island...in honor of your kind invitation how about 1) a freezer, 2) unlimited supply of ice cream 3) a spoon...LOL!

Thanks to the largesse of my boss, I get to go shopping tomorrow!!! For practically NOTHING! I'm SO excited! My friend boss and I are heading north to a barter/trade show, and nice boss split the trade dollars he's earned with all of us little worker bees in the office, so I can get some *upcoming C-word holiday that no one wants to think about yet* shopping done - unless, of course, DH has to work overtime...which would also be good...but...

DS1 seems to be doing much better in school! I'm not sure what the cause is, but I'm all for it!

Have a great weekend, blogbuddies!

Ho hum...

...so, evidently I can provide inspiration for Donna, but can't think of a darn thing to blog for myself...

WOW!

Just read DH's blog over at www.fireguy.blogspot.com. Check it out!

Updates

Well, the latest in our little world and situation is that no news is good news. We haven't heard from anyone "official" in spite of state law, and that whole "Norman Rockwellian" phase seems to have passed. So counseling and praying continue. Thank you to all who have let us know you're praying for our family.

In my slightly expanded family: the Stewarts have headed to Memphis for Tyler's evaluation and treatment. They have set up a CarePages site to keep people updated.

Please keep praying for the Stewarts!!

Ooo - I've been tagged!

Firsts and Lasts...

First memory:
My dad leaving.

First Kiss:
Jim Stauffer - he was a much older man - all of 10 and I was 6

First Concert:
Oh, it pains me to say this - the J Geils Band - what was I thinking?

First Love:
Um...probably Steve from jr high

First Lust:
Yikes - Mike Guidotti - never actually met him, though - he just took a really nice senior picture

First Thing I Think In The Morning:
What day is it?

First Book I Remember Loving:
Little Women

First Pet:
Holly, the developmentally challenged poodle (No, really, she was!)

First Question I'll Ask In Heaven:
Me? Are you sure?

First Thing I Think Of When I Hear The Word Vacation:
...someday...

First Best Friend:
Renee (hereditary best friend - her mom and my mom were best buds growing up)

Last Time I Dressed Up:
Wow - um, probably last December for my recital

Last Thing I Ate:
Poptart for breakfast

Last CD I Bought:
"Bought" - interesting concept - maybe a greatest hits of the 70's compilation?

Last Time I Cried:
This weekend

Last Time I Told Someone I Loved Them:
This morning

Last Really Fun Thing I Did:
Took the fam to a parade this weekend

Last Thing I Watched On TV:
Ghost Hunters, and Buy Me

Last Halloween Costume:
I'm more of a costumer than a costumee, but probably the last one was when I dressed up as a dalmatian while DH was (surprise!) a firefighter.

Last Concert I Attended:
I suppose elementary school Christmas programs don't count, huh? Okay. Howard and the White Boys at the Cajun Cafe.

I don't normally tag people, but feel free to jog down memory lane on yer own...but I WOULD be interested in DH's answers...

Rumbling

Last night, the floor rumbled beneath my feet.

It was the murmur of men's voices. Planning. Discussing. Encouraging. Sharpening one another. There was intensity and laughter. Challenges and camaraderie.

It was a comforting feeling. Because I knew what these brothers were about. And I was so encouraged about their plans and their drive and their desire to go deeper with God and other brothers.

Their hearts are about becoming not just "men" but men of God with all that it entails. They want to wake up the church, wake up the brothers, wake up the community.

A revolution brewing in my own home? The world turning upside down? I always thought that the sound of turning a new page or a new leaf wouldn't be so deep.

Last night, the floor rumbled beneath my feet.

Lord, please be with Mark and Laura and Luke and Tyler. We ask for healing, for mercy. We know you are the great physician and can make this tumor go away. Be with Mark and Laura. Help them be strong for the boys. Keep their eyes trained on You. Be with Tyler and bless him, Lord. Restore his health. We pray this in faith through Jesus.

PLEASE PRAY

I don't even know how to begin - just please pray for me and my family!!

Wednesday

Every time I'd check on my blog yesterday, I kept seeing the sentence about my grandfather coming to visit Friday. And the more I was reminded of his visit, the more irritated I became. Don't get me wrong - I enjoyed seeing him and my aunt very much. This is my father's side of the family, and, well, there was not a lot of contact for a very long time. So I'll take just about anything I can get.

But during his visit, he kept bringing up my mother. Repeatedly. And bad-mouthing her. Now, I can understand some bad feelings lingering for awhile - but the divorce was final THIRTY-FIVE YEARS AGO! Get over it! For the love!

Why can't people just let go? What is it in our human nature that wants to hold on to things - and I've found most often bad or painful things - and worry them like a bad tooth? If God can forget my sins, why can't I? Why can't anyone else? Why can't I forgive you your sins? Why can't you forgive me mine? Why do we hold on to things we know are bad for us? Or things about which we can do nothing? Arrgh!

Made it to Tuesday...

Sheesh! You know, yesterday is why Monday has such a bad rep! People and animals getting hurt; children being yelled at; moms being inexplicably grumpy - bad things all the way around...

So. Tuesday MUST be better, right?

Monday

Weekend recap...

Friday evening, my aunt and grandfather came over for a visit (driving his new fancy-schmancy car - which made HUGE points with the kiddos!) My aunt has asked me to do some cross stitching for her. I think I may be in over my head. *lapsing into crossstitchspeak* She wants Just Nan's Celeste angel, but done in Joy's colors (which means a color conversion - eep!) with another figure next to the angel (which she gave me) and, oh yeah, she wants this done TWENTY TIMES!!! *deep breath in...deep breath out...* I guess I do have a bit of time, but still...for the love!

Okay, I'm back. Saturday, DH worked OT (hooray!) so to celebrate, I went out and got my hair cut. Doesn't sound like such a big deal, but I haven't had my hair cut in nearly three years - and it's SHORT. Above my shoulders. But I like it - just more maintenance and styling time in the morning...

DS2 went to a sleepover Saturday, while DS1 and I fell asleep to the TV. (I know - you all want to be me...LOL!)

Sunday was church. Sunday afternoon was football. And a voice lesson - she gave me quite a workout, too! And this new Vaccai song - sheesh! Back home to DH's homemade beef stew. And stitching - I have half of the pattern done for DH's saxophone player. Upward and onward...

Hopefully, tomorrow I won't be quite so pressed for time and topic and may actually eke out something deep and thoughtful or maybe even meaningful...

Belated gift/completely unrelated rant

Oh! My! Goodness! DH is back with a vengeance! He told me that he blogged about our anniversary, and kept apologizing for not being here. I kept reassuring him that it was okay - no big deal. WOW! Not fair for making me cry at work! Thank you, sweetie - what a beautiful post! *sniff*

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WARNING! Soap box rant approaching...

On one of the stitching blogs I regularly read, the author brought a really sad story to her readers attention. [http:www.kctv.com/Global/category.asp?C=70755 (You'll probably have to cut and past the link - I'm not that technologically saavy. Start with the September 22 story and work backwards.)]

The family of a disabled man from Mississippi evacuated to Kansas City to stay with relatives. The only rule was, he couldn't bring his service dog, Shuma. A woman agreed to take Shuma in, and the man reluctantly signed the dog's AKC registration papers over. Well, now, the man and his family have found a place to live that will allow him to have Shuma, but the woman will not give the dog back. She says her family has 'grown attached' to the dog. It's only been a month! How attached could they be compared to the family who raised and trained Shuma from a pup?!

This story was reported on the local news, and Kansas City is offering this man their complete support. E-mails, voice mails, and letters are pouring into the station. A local family and a local car dealership have each offered the woman $1,000 to return the dog. An attorney has offered to help the man, free of charge, if he decides to pursue legal action against the woman. Evidently the reporter spoke to some sort of medical professional - psychologist, or something, who told the reporter that people who have been through the kind of trauma this gentleman has will have problems making coherent important decisions for quite awhile afterwards. The gentleman has offered a compromise - return the dog and he will breed Shuma and give her one of the pups, to no avail. This woman has even accused the family of only pretending to be evacuees. Outrageous! I mean, I understand she has the dog legally, but, come on - have a heart! The reporter has proven this particular claim false - he has seen the FEMA paperwork.

Shuma isn't only a family pet but also is a service dog! I know Wrigley isn't exactly a service dog - okay, he's pretty much a big hairy slug - but I would do everything I could do to get him back if we were in this situation! This blog has provided the address information for the television station covering the story, as well as the dog's new owner's home address. (Yikes!)

*steps off soapbox and walks away muttering...*

Tuesday

Man, we had such a busy weekend for having nothing going on! Saturday wasn't so bad, went to a wedding which was lovely, but Sunday was wacko! Craft auction stuff, football, teen group, house church - no wonder I fell asleep early last night! Didn't even get to see Priest Holmes do a whole lotta nothin' - which means I won this weeks fantasy football matchup!

Met with the decorations committee for the craft auction - I get to do girly, frilly things!! Woohoo!! I think it will be very nice.

DH and DS1 had a long talk about grades and such. Here's hoping it will make a difference...

I haven't really been stitching, but have been getting stash for awhile, thanks to the bay of evil. Just got a new pattern yesterday and I'm anxious to kit it and start. I think I may be able to use one of my Silkweaver Solos. Happy happy! But - I will wait until I get more done on DH's Christmas gift.

In other holiday news, I finished my "C-word-holiday greeting-things-which-are-mailed-and- that-most-people-don't-want-to-hear-about-in-September" last night. I need to confirm three addresses and am just waiting for school pictures. But perhaps I should just keep that to myself.

And finally - today is Beaner's birthday - jump on over to her blog and wish her a happy one!

Friday

Okay - I'll play along...
Go to your archives and find your 23 post.
What is the fifth sentence?

"My DH decided to get creative this weekend with some yummy Mexican food."

Well. Wasn't that insightful, inspirational, and enlightening.

Onto bigger and hopefully better things...

DH comes home this afternoon!!! HOORAY!!! It's been such a long week with him in a class out of town. Ugh. Unfortunately, all of us, except Wrigley it seems, are fighting some pretty nasty colds. Yesterday was a no-talking day for me, as much as possible anyway. We asked the boys to bring their stuff home from school - next time we'll have to clarify a little better! Just homework, guys! Please! For the love...

I got none of the deep cleaning I was planning on doing while he was away. But I have another chance in a few weeks when he's at another class. I did, however, find my Christmas cards, so I'll be breaking into those this weekend. (Sorry Donna!) I put out my autumn decorations last night. I forced myself to wait until after 5pm, so it was officially autumn!

Can I just tell you how much I appreciate the body of believers here? They have completely stepped up for us and helped with the wretched schedule of picking up the kiddos. I would have been completely at a loss without Mark N this week! THANK YOU!!!

Please keep praying for those in Rita's path. We have friends and family in Texas, and are very concerned...

I failed

Today was 'See You at the Pole 2005' and I really was looking forward to DS1's first time praying at the flagpole at his new school. As I have every year since he started school. Except I forgot. Again. So I drop him off and there's a large group of people in front of the school. I didn't think anything about it until I drove by and they're all holding hands with their heads bowed. Dangit! Missed it again!

Our local christian radio station does reports from schools on SYATP day, and some of the stories were so touching. One student's mom called in and said that her son didn't have school today, but chose to get up early, get dressed and go pray at the flagpole by himself. I was weepy all the way to work. I really want this kind of influence on my kiddos! I want my sons to not be intimidated to show and share their faith with their friends, like I am sometimes. I want them to think nothing of praying and praising - wherever they are!

Maybe next year...

Random-nicityishnessism

...uh...

• I'm finding that I really slack off when I'm not held immediately accountable. Hmmm...
• Pictures that I've seen from my high school reunion make me really glad I didn't go.
• Wrigley HATES thunderstorms and will break established rules out of a sense of self-preservation.
• I miss DH.
• I don't want to be at work today. Or yesterday. Come to think of it...
• DS2 is definitely a future What Not To Wear project.
• I can hardly wait for Jesus to come back.
• Sixth grade math is harder now than it was then.
• I'm not really enthused about doing anything for the craft auction today. But I need to.
• I really should be working.

Okay...I'm off...

Happy Anniversary

Thirteen years ago today, I was nervously awaiting the music to begin. I started to get really nervous when I was left alone for my 'grand entrance.' And as corny as it sounds, I was immediately calm when I saw DH at the altar.

And I still calm when he's around. He's been a rock for me through some very hard times. I've loved watching him become a dad. He's been so patient with me and the boys, and we can be pretty trying sometimes! He knows what role God has given him and he's trying so hard to fill that role as best he can.

Best of all, he loves me - and that's a gift I will never take for granted. Oh, the breathless wonder when I think that out of all this world, you chose me...

I am, in every thought of my heart, yours. Happy Anniversary, sweetheart!

Friday again

I haven't had the chance to work on any stitching lately. Just as soon as I think I have everything done, and a free evening, something else invariably comes up. *sigh* I had to show DH a project I'm doing for his cave for Christmas because he kept trying to fill the walls! Hey! Leave me room!

Oh, and by the way - happy 100 days until Christmas...!

I've been re-reading the Left Behind series recently, and the thing that has really jumped out at me this time is the survivors absolute knowledge that they were God's own. They know they're going to heaven. I guess it struck me because sometimes I wonder. I don't know - maybe I'm blathering again...

Anyway, have a nice weekend everyone!

Thank goodness!!

***WARNING!!! Heavy sarcasm follows:***

So it's all over the interweb that Britney and Kevin have a new little bundle of joy, and rumour has it that they are contemplating naming him "London" because that's where Mom and Dad met and fell in love. That child should be thankful his folks didn't meet in say, Hackensack, or Goofy Ridge, or...

...sorry - couldn't resist...!

Wednesday

Why is it that when I'm in a bad mood I take it out on those closest to me? Ever happen to you? Do we feel safer being ugly with people we know love us anyway? Or is it just a matter of convenience - the nearest target? I don't know. Everytime it happens, I vow to never do it again - and then something trips my trigger and off I go!

Every work environment is different, I know, but does anyone else celebrate when the boss parks in a different place and comes in wearing a tie? That means he's leaving! Hooray! Ahhh...the prospect of a bossless day...

We worked on one of the new Zoe songs last night - loved it! Can't wait to dive in a little deeper!

We had chinese take-out for lunch yesterday in the office, and my fortune has bothered me ever since. "To be sure of hitting the target, shoot first and call whatever you hit the target." Since when are fortune cookies so cynical?! Sheesh!

Okay...back to work...

Long time comin'...

Feels like I've been so out of touch lately. I've been faithfully reading blogs, but haven't felt like writing anything. I think I'm in some sort of funk or slump or something. Not feeling bad exactly, just not great. Maybe it stems from my recent fantasy football loss...(curdlecurdlecurdle!)

Went to open house for DS1 last night, and he was not exactly thrilled to discover that his teachers are on OUR side as far as getting him, kicking and screaming if necessary, through the 6th grade. Mwahaha...

Well, need to head out to pick up the kiddos. Blah.

Uh...

Sorry Donna, et al - my cross-stitching personality took over there for a paragraph...I just get so excited when I have new projects in my stash...! Not exactly a foreign language - just different...lol!

Is it Wednesday already???

Wow - this week is really flying by! Didn't do too terribly much this weekend. My goal for Saturday was to not leave the house. Well, I can honestly say I tried anyway. Only had to go out a couple of times for a couple of things, and the rest of the day I huddled downstairs in DH's new and improved batcave (are ya ready fer some football?!) - and yes, the new couch naps very nicely, thankyouverymuch!

Sunday was good. Worship was a blast! And we have a new brother and sister in Christ as of Sunday.

Monday, DH and some of 'da guyz' had a church-wide Labor Day 'Farewell to Summer' picnic at the building. SO much fun! Lots of food and fellowship, with no major injuries reported from the flag football field. I was standing with DH at the grill at one point Monday and we were watching the game, and it occurred to me how much the day had been like an old fashioned family picnic! THIS is how I envisioned the day to be.

Friend boss was off Friday and Tuesday, so I did her jobs as well as my own (mostly, anyway) and believe me - I definitely miss her when she's gone! So today is much easier...

Got a little bit of stitching done this weekend. Not as much as I'd have liked to, but there ya go. Recently got some Silkweaver solos (my first ever SW) and I'm SO excited! I have some ideas as to what to use them for - mostly C-word holiday gifts. I'm also trying to restrain myself from kitting up Savannah's Curtsey - a design I fell in love with as soon as I saw it, and my first Mirabilia. Bought it on ebay and really want to start it soon! I just can't decide what color fabric to use. Hopefully we'll be replacing the nasty blue carpet in the living room in the not too distant future, so I'd like to steer away from the cooler colors. But there are still so many blues in the pattern...I don't know - any suggestions? And then there's my new Lavender and Lace patterns, The Quiltmaker (it was a substitute purchase for a messed up order from ebay - not really my favorite) and Nantucket Rose, which I have fabric for, but just not ready to tackle an L&L yet. We'll see.

I haven't written about the hurricane and the devastation that is so prevalent. I'm not cold or heartless or anything - I simply can't get my head around it yet. It's too much!

Why?

I don't know if I'm particularly morbid, or nosey, or what, but I check the online version of my hometown newspaper just to read the obituaries. Call me kooky!

Today I checked and my step mother's obit was posted. It didn't give details about a service here in the area (just said 'to be held at a later date) so we'll see if I hear about it.

I read her obit and it got my dander up. But I'm not sure why. I mean, yes, she was married to my father, but I never really considered her my 'mother' or anything. When I called my dad I would eventually speak to her. We were never particularly close, although she was the one who nagged my dad to make a point to see me.

I found out things in her obit that no one ever told me before. She was a twin! Her sister died as an infant. I never knew my step mother's 'real' name. She went by her middle name. She enjoyed crocheting. I had no idea! And all the other things you discover in two inches of newsprint...

My father evidently didn't think it was worth mentioning me. And that's okay. Just one more in a long history of snubs. I still haven't heard from him. I'm trying really, REALLY hard not to be bitter or angry or anything toward him. Funny, I almost typed "he's not worth it."

Lord, thank you for considering me "worth it."

Blah

Ever have one of those days? Haven't even had a chance to get out on the wrong side of the bed before the day goes to pot!? Welcome to my little corner of paradise today! Ugh. And when I get here (to work) I'm feeling paranoid, because my co-workers keep IM'ing one another and giggling - hate feeling left out of the loop, you know?

Don't know what else to do but count my blessings and be happy anyway...

Planning on (or at least hoping to) organizing "C-word" gift lists in my down time today. We'll see how that goes.

It's hard for me to get my head around the fact that our absolutely gorgeous sunset last night was an effect of a weather hiccup half a world away. And that same hiccup caused such horrifying destruction and devastation.

First Full Day

So, today was the first full day of school. Not bad I guess. DS2 seems to be adjusting well. DS1 said he found all his classes - actually his 'team' all have the same classes, so I can just picture them making their way down the hall like a herd of little lemmings...so cute! Anyway, the worst part, for me, anyway, seems to be the picking up of the kiddos - here - let me make that a bit more imposing: THE PICKING UP OF THE KIDDOS. Much better. And much more like it really is. In past years, when everyone was at the same school, I took my lunch "hour" on days when DH worked and sat outside the school, waiting for them to be paroled and then took them to the sitters. I then went back to work to finish out my day. Peachy keen.

Now however, the school board, in it's infinite *coughcough* wisdom, has changed the starting and ending times of the school day. Mornings are not a problem. Afternoons: DS1 gets out at 3pm. DS2 gets out at 3:45!!! ACK! And I still only have the same lunch "hour"! So today, I got to DS1's school precisely one minute after the bell rang (in order to maximize my at-work time.) Then we went to DS2's school. And sat. And sat. And sat. Did I mention we sat? Yeah. Just. Sitting. Waiting. For. EVER.

So, that's the yucky part. But, we'll just have to do it - there really is no other option. Fortunately, my friend boss is pretty understanding!

On a happier note: Donna - he's not in an oil well - I heard from Skip! Doing fine - just waiting to get into a real house.

They're Baa-aack

...at school, that is. Today was the first 1/2 day. Sounds like it went well...

I know y'all don't want to hear it, but I've started making lists for the "C-word" holiday (which is only 123 days away...) Started my gift list, card list, and baking list. Planned menus for the "T-word" holiday as well as the "C-word" one.

The PT talked about Zoe after practice last night. I hope I can work out going next year...! Depending on the dates next year, and finances, of course, I may be able to swing it. It's difficult to schedule child care because of DH's work hours, but next year, if they hold to the date I think they will, is the best possible configuration. We'll see...

Back to work...:)

New & Improved, Ultra Terrific, Completely Free Weekend Recap!!!

Maybe if I say it enthusiastically enough, I'll actually believe it! Actually, the weekend was good. Busy, but good. Friday was DS1's birthday sleepover, and of course they insisted on staying up til all hours - at least 4am. But I think they had a good time, so that's all that really matters. But during the day we were crazy busy running around town!

Saturday was a little calmer. DH didn't work as he thought he'd have to, which was good. Went to a new restaurant - not bad - especially when you get to feed a family of four for zip-zero-zilch-nada-nothing-FREE!! If you're into that kind of thing, or course. And then my beloved husband took us to my favorite hobby store! And then to a candle store! Love that man o' mine!

Sunday worship was good! Our minister was able to present the message only three weeks after major heart surgery! Relaxed the rest of the day, grilled out, chilled. Took DS1 to his first Junior High youth group event. Which he loved. Said it was the best time he'd ever had in his whole life.

On another note, the sauna at our house is officially out of commission. Some people may be saddened to hear something like that, but we were actually very happy! You see, we don't actually have a built-in sauna per se. We had a heavily leaking water heater. So the temperature downstairs was crazy warm for a basement, and not to mention the hot water all over the floor. Ugh. But that got replaced Sunday morning (thanks, Matt!) and I can walk into my laundry room without hip waders! Hooray!

So. On to this week...

Happy Monday!

The Second Decade Begins

"It's a boy!"
We cried with joy. A boy! A son! A little someone who could bring such happiness!

"It's a boy!"
Our own little 'frog' - all tummy and legs on the sonogram. Our 'Tank' - who was, um, a healthy size when he came into this world. Finally.

"It's a boy!"
Cute as a bug with those HUGE blue eyes and curls. Toddling around, playing so sweetly, always had a ball in his hand.

"It's a boy!"
Trying so hard to be patient when the 'new' baby came home. Growing so fast.

"It's a boy!"
School already? Wow! Such potential, so quick to learn new things. Made a wonderful Simba in the school program.

"It's a boy!"
Struggles with math. Struggles with staying seated, because you were so curious about everything. Perservering and trying.

"It's a boy!"
Hmmm...so girls aren't so icky after all...

"It's a boy!"
Wow - junior high! It's gone by so fast...

Love you, Sweetie!

Monday

I'm doing the best I can - I wish I could do more, but I can't...if I could give something up, believe me I would! I hate month-end at work - especially when it falls on a Monday! Too busy to surf - uh - I mean - get everything done I need to! Yeah, that's it! And then there's the laundry when I get home, and...*sigh*

Dreams

I actually had a nightmare last night. I can't recall the last time I had one. And this was a doozy! Just real enough to really freak me out, yet I knew it was a dream. The whole screaming-at-the-top-of-my-lungs-but-no-sound-coming-out scenario due to things/people around me being possessed and haunted and stuff. Ugh. I'm so tired this morning. I think the worst part was when DS2 was whispering my name while I was dreaming - scared me to death!

Wonder where this particular fear came from? Alot of it was simply deep frustration with people around me, not necessarily true fear. "Just let me get out of here and away from you people who are enthralled with these ghosties - and especially away from the box in the closet that seems to have independent movement!" Thankyouverymuch! Not my proudest dream moments...

Today starts school registration for the kids. And a week from today is DS1's birthday. It's all happening so fast. DS1 is convinced that anytime I'm out of his sight running errands that I'm in reality buying him birthday loot. He would be so disappointed to discover that I haven't even THOUGHT of anything to give him yet. *sigh*

...muddling through...

(PS: Only 136 days til Christmas...)

Tuesday

Well, still haven't heard from my dad or anyone on that side of the family as to details or needs, so I'm kind of in a holding pattern right now. Thank you for your prayers and kind words.

I've got some possible blog-able ideas, but I haven't fully developed them yet. I've been thinking on them for awhile. Just not in publishable form yet. But soon.

School registration is coming up frighteningly fast! This week for one and next week for the other. For some reason, I'm feeling really anxious this year.

Work is calling...(I'm trying to ignore it, but it's a persistant little dickens!)

Friday

Sorry I'm posting kinda late today. I actually decided to get work stuff done first, and then blog - novel concept, I realize.

Thank you for your kind words. I'm still struggling with anger, but still torn over how to help my dad. My grammy called Wednesday night and apologized for what she had said - which helped a great deal. I told her she was easy to forgive! The others...well...I'm workin' on it.

So. On to bigger and better things, I guess.

Have a good weekend...

A death in the "family"

My stepmother has died. My grandfather called yesterday to let us know. My first reaction was grief. I actually got teary when DH called me to tell me. Then I lost it a little bit at praise team practice (sorry guys!) I'm not sure why I was upset, though. That's been the question of the day. DH was surprised at my reaction.

This is a situation I've been dreading. You see, I'm an only child, so when one of my parents dies, it comes to me. All the decisions, all the bills, everything. To me. Granted, she was my STEP mother, and had children of her own, but my father is disabled due to epilepsy. He has brain damage due to a hunting accident which occured before I was a year old. He hasn't worked in nearly 40 years, has numerous medications to take daily, can't drive, has one eye - might as well be nicknamed "Lucky." So, here's my secondary reaction - what am I going to do with Dad? Do I go down for the funeral and stay for awhile to help him out? Do I bring him back here (they live out of state)? How am I going to get to the service? What do I do with the kids, DH and the dog? I couldn't reach my dad last night, and my grandfather was not home - for hours, it seemed. So I had no direction as to make plans for anything. I did what any self-respecting 38 year old woman would do - I called my grammy!

Which didn't go as well as I had hoped. She was sympathetic, but as she so succinctly stated, "she was nothing to you." True as that may be, I would want to be there for him. "But honey, he wasn't anything to you either." Ouch. Yeah, great, thanks - that helps a lot. Or, you know, not. Then I was able to reach my grandfather and aunt. My aunt was nearly as sympathetic as my mom's mom. Evidently, dad is being - um - strong-willed about things. He's fighting with my stepmother's daughter. He has 'friends' who are helping him out with housing and meds, etc - which makes my grandfather very suspicious. As I've stated, he cannot live alone, so my aunt and grandfather were looking into assisted living for him here, but he's been there for so long, he wouldn't know anyone around here anymore. And there's no way he could live with them, as my aunt put it. My grandfather and aunts have never liked his wife, so I could understand some of their feelings. But, come on - HE'S family! They aren't going to the service, which is today. Not even going to send flowers. Well.

So, I get off the phone with my aunt and start talking to DH about this. And then the anger starts to rear it's ugly little head.
- grammy is right - neither one of them is anything to me
- he deserted me and my mom
- he didn't tell his only child that he had even remarried, let alone that she has new brothers and sisters
- he had to be nagged to spend time with me when I was growing up
- he moved away to be closer to her adult children
- I have seen him exactly One. Time. in the last 20 years - which was his mother's funeral, in spite of the fact he has evidently been here to see his father and sisters numerous times
- he STILL has not even called to tell me she has died

As I've said before, my family is the rogue's gallery of dysfunctional families. As I'm expressing this anger to DH, he gently, but very convictingly, points out that when I first heard the news, all he saw was God - caring for my father, wanting to take care of him, etc. But after my family's influence, he saw something else. (Darn him - really irritates me when he's right!)

So basically, I have to do what God wants me to do, in spite of the circumstances and people involved. Even though I think my feelings are justified, I will do what needs to be done. Which, right now evidently, is not a whole lot. Except what is right.