Not much happening these days and boy is that good news! So I decided to write about Adams second day of kindergarten.
Prior to him entering the school, I went to the head mistress and closed her office door. She was concerned as I had never done that before. I told her to sit down and began to explain that my son was coming to kindergarten and that he was NOTHING like his sister, Raechyl. See, Rae is compliant, quiet, eager to please, honest, always thinking of the other person. Adam....not so much. My exact words to Dr. Midkiff were (and I quote), "buckle your seatbelt and put your helmet on!". She laughed that day, but not long after that she wasn't laughing anymore!
So, the second day of school I pick Adam up. He gets in with a mad face and his arms crossed, clearly angry at something. "what happened?" I asked. To which he replied, "I got a red light today". A red light I thought? That's odd. What happened to green and yellow??? And what had he done to get a red light? So I dared to ask, "Adam, did you start with a red light?" in an attempt to figure out what had happened. He replied, "no. I started with a green light. And went straight to red! Can you believe it! No yellow. She went straight to red!". Now he was indignant....as if the teacher was in the wrong. So I asked, "what did you do to get a red light?". And he replied, "all I did was hum....". Ok, I find that hard to believe. There HAD to be more. So I asked what happened BEFORE he hummed. He went on to tell me that he was talking and the teacher asked him to stop talking. So he started singing and she asked him to stop singing at which point he went right to humming. At this clear disregard of her authority and his disobedience she gave him a red light which means silence. I think he got the message.
....or did he? We got home and he walked straight to my mother and said, "Mina, YOU made me get a red light today!". She asked how SHE got HIM a red light (and by now I'm all ears because I want to know the same thing! So he explained, "You told me this morning not to talk, sing or laugh so I wouldn't get in trouble. You NEVER told me not to hum. Humming gets you a red light!"
Yes, that WAS indicative of my future with Adam. Within two more weeks he was in the head mistress' office. That next time.....
Monday, August 22, 2011
Friday, August 19, 2011
Ropes Course...
So, off we all went. The first was the bungee-bouncee thingy (sounds like Raechyl, right?!) Bungee cords on top of a trampoline and they strap you up and lift you and off you go - doing whatever aeronautics your mind can come up with...however in doing so, Adam nearly chucked....OK, 'nuf of the bouncy thingy. Mountain coasters next. Then alpine slides...we did a bunch of those things then had lunch (more card playing). At 1:30 they went on the ropes course...for three hours.
Adam went for 2, Eric and Raechyl nearly 3. Adam was the first down...with a bad attitude of course. "Daddy yelled at me cuz I got tangled up in the cargo net...." (I'm sure that wasn't exactly what happened, but whatever). So Adam and I went out and played while Eric and Rae finished the ropes course. After another hour, Eric and Raechyl showed up....and Rae had rope burns on BOTH her arms! Both were BEET red and sweating, like they had just run a marathon. Whew!....is what I was thinking....thankful that I didn't sign up for the torture....I mean ropes course.
After a few more rides, we decided to go to the lodge and have dinner. Rae and I split a salad, Eric didn't eat at all and Adam had his usual....grilled cheese. When Rae lifted the fork to have some salad, she winced..."Ouch!"...C'mon...really???? Then when she put the fork to the lettuce, another "ouch"...NO WAY! And on and on it went. It hurt to: shuffle cards, deal cards, pick up a utensil, eat, drink, sit, stand, walk....you see how it went. At this point, I had to check my pulse in my wrist to make sure I wasn't going to have an anurism listening to all this. I'm pretty sure that my head hurt more than their arms and legs put together. And if I wasn't careful, I was pretty sure that blood was going to start oozing out of all my facial orafices if they kept this up....
It is two days later and while Rae stopped complaining yesterday, Eric was hard at it this morning as he stretched for a run....(lol). I must say that, knowing myself, I would still be unable to move or sleep or do much of anything, but don't tell them that. It is way more fun to assure them that if I had done it, I would have been fine....
Until next time....
Tuesday, August 16, 2011
The Here and Now...
Having just read a blog, I began to ponder....
What IS the balance between being IN the world and being OF the world? Afterall, we are IN this world, right? But we are directed to not be OF this world. A simple balancing act, right? Not so much. I truly believe we can be OF this world with precious little of value monetarily. I also believe we can be IN this world with very much of monetary value. See, God chooses to bless us. That is NOT to say that those who have less are less blessed, heavens NO! Nor am I saying that those who have more are blessed more. What we have financially is NOT AT ALL a marker of our blessings. However, I have seen the scale tip on both sides. Those with practically nothing filled with greed for SOMETHING....hence a wrong heart. I have also seen those with so much money who give and give and give more until they, at times, are stretched themselves....no greed. I have also seen everything in between. The balance is in the heart.
God blessed us with what He has. For some, he blesses the hard work, provides good jobs and blesses good stewardship. And sometimes those people choose to spend wisely, purchasing once but for all...hence spending more perhaps. I have also seen those with precious little spend once, for all, also living in beauty. I do not believe spending money on "things" is bad, per se, but I do believe that if spending is our goal, we are wrongly motivated and NOT being good stewards of what the Lord has given us. I have recently moved from a 14 room house to a 8 room house....significantly downsizing. We took all the extra furniture and items and donated them to our church. Not looking for blessings here, I am just saying that we tried to be good stewards with what the Lord had blessed us with. We did not buy anything new until last month when we purchased a kitchen table, as my mom needed one. Other than that, we are status quo...In fact, I have reduced our "stuff" significantly. I have less "stuff" now than ever before. Not for any other reason than I believed the Lord was asking me to "scale down"...so I did. I will continue to get rid of any and all things that He asks of me....afterall, it IS His, right!?!
I believe that, no matter how much time we spend "shopping", as long as we remain anchored in Christ, recognizing that even our time is His, He is glorified and satisfied with us. It is when we speed through our day, leaving God in our reclining chair each morning, He is not glorified at all, nor is He satisfied...
So, is it what we do with our money? I don't think that is all of it, though it is certainly a part of it. He gave us things to enjoy. Even His money....not to waste but to enjoy. He gives us time, not to waste, but to enjoy. He gives us each other, not to waste, but to enjoy. He gives us places to go, not to waste, but to enjoy.
So, there it is....MHO (my humble opinion). Humility...something I just read about today...if we focus on humility, it is actually prideful....self focused...however, "the quiet song of gratitude, eucharisteo, lures humility out of the shadows because to receive a gift the knees must bend humble and the hand must lie vulnerable open and the will must bow to accept whatever the Giver chooses to give". (Ann Voskamp) In the end, it is all His, all FOR Christ, all IN Christ....In Christ, all things are held together. So you see, it is truly a matter of the heart.
Until next time....
What IS the balance between being IN the world and being OF the world? Afterall, we are IN this world, right? But we are directed to not be OF this world. A simple balancing act, right? Not so much. I truly believe we can be OF this world with precious little of value monetarily. I also believe we can be IN this world with very much of monetary value. See, God chooses to bless us. That is NOT to say that those who have less are less blessed, heavens NO! Nor am I saying that those who have more are blessed more. What we have financially is NOT AT ALL a marker of our blessings. However, I have seen the scale tip on both sides. Those with practically nothing filled with greed for SOMETHING....hence a wrong heart. I have also seen those with so much money who give and give and give more until they, at times, are stretched themselves....no greed. I have also seen everything in between. The balance is in the heart.
God blessed us with what He has. For some, he blesses the hard work, provides good jobs and blesses good stewardship. And sometimes those people choose to spend wisely, purchasing once but for all...hence spending more perhaps. I have also seen those with precious little spend once, for all, also living in beauty. I do not believe spending money on "things" is bad, per se, but I do believe that if spending is our goal, we are wrongly motivated and NOT being good stewards of what the Lord has given us. I have recently moved from a 14 room house to a 8 room house....significantly downsizing. We took all the extra furniture and items and donated them to our church. Not looking for blessings here, I am just saying that we tried to be good stewards with what the Lord had blessed us with. We did not buy anything new until last month when we purchased a kitchen table, as my mom needed one. Other than that, we are status quo...In fact, I have reduced our "stuff" significantly. I have less "stuff" now than ever before. Not for any other reason than I believed the Lord was asking me to "scale down"...so I did. I will continue to get rid of any and all things that He asks of me....afterall, it IS His, right!?!
I believe that, no matter how much time we spend "shopping", as long as we remain anchored in Christ, recognizing that even our time is His, He is glorified and satisfied with us. It is when we speed through our day, leaving God in our reclining chair each morning, He is not glorified at all, nor is He satisfied...
So, is it what we do with our money? I don't think that is all of it, though it is certainly a part of it. He gave us things to enjoy. Even His money....not to waste but to enjoy. He gives us time, not to waste, but to enjoy. He gives us each other, not to waste, but to enjoy. He gives us places to go, not to waste, but to enjoy.
So, there it is....MHO (my humble opinion). Humility...something I just read about today...if we focus on humility, it is actually prideful....self focused...however, "the quiet song of gratitude, eucharisteo, lures humility out of the shadows because to receive a gift the knees must bend humble and the hand must lie vulnerable open and the will must bow to accept whatever the Giver chooses to give". (Ann Voskamp) In the end, it is all His, all FOR Christ, all IN Christ....In Christ, all things are held together. So you see, it is truly a matter of the heart.
Until next time....
Polison Ivy.....REALLY?????
In doing so much yard work the last two weeks, and coming into contact with it OVER and OVER, I guess it was just too much for my body to ignore. And of course, I cannot wear gloves while gardening because I like to feel God's earth in my hands...and why should I wear pants while gardening? Afterall, I NEVER get poison ivy, right?
WRONG. This picture is but a bit of what I am dealing with and dare I tell you where it all is? OK, I wore a bathing suit every day because, if you remember, Michelle and Jim have a built in pool...part of the benefit of landscaping their yard, right? And why should I change every day when I got hot to a bathing suit? So I just wore the bathing suit under a bathing suit cover up each day. And I DISTINCTLY remember WHEN it was that I pulled SO hard on a weed that I fell over backwards when it finally released....sending me backwards into the pit of hell...so yes, I have poison ivy ALL over my hands and arms, ALL over my ankles and feet (because why should I wear sneakers when flip flops is all I need!) and, yes you guessed it, all over my butt from being hurled backlong into a patch of the poison madness! And it seems to be getting worse and worse by the day, which tells me that I have the oils somewhere that I keep coming into contact with....but what? Everything has been washed and I am 4 hours from home...you have GOT to be kidding me! My arms itch, my legs and feet itch and my ass itches! About the only place that I DON'T have the poison blisters that weep is on my torso...yup....thanking God for one piece bathing suits.
So....my lesson here? Don't offer help to anyone? Don't brag that something that bothers the entire free population does not bother me? Wear gloves while weeding? Wear sneakers and socks? Wear clothes? Nah....my lesson here....CHEMICALS....That's it! CHEMICALS! Next time I will use chemicals to kill that bad boy poison madness! And until then I must continue to use CHEMICALS on my skin in an attempt to kill this nasty stuff blistering and weeping ALL OVER my body. And just for the record, I am upstate New York, you know...where the deer and the antelope play?!! Nearest doctor or hospital....an hour away. How do I know that? Yup, Adam split his head open here somoe years ago....that's how! Oh, that WOULD make a good blog story....
Until next time my friends....
Monday, August 15, 2011
Purple Flower
Once again, with a greater look of bewilderment and a bit frustrated, Victoria said, "Why you keep all purpah flower in da yard. It doesn't belong in yard". Terri insisted, "it sure DOES belong in the yard. Where else would you have it?" Victoria said, "in da kitchen". So, at this point, Terri pointed at the kitchen table because there happened to be a vase with purple Hydrangea's in it. Victoria just stared at her, apparently NOT knowing why Terri would be pointing to purple flowers. So, again, Victoria attempts to get her point across, thinking (like we all do) if she just talked slower and louder (if that is even possible!) Terri would finally understand, so she went at it again, "No, where is DA ALL PPUURRPPAAAAAHHHHHH FFLLOOWWEERRRRRRRR (rolling the r like only Victoria can do)". Now, unlike me, Terri doens't have patience with Victoria. Me personally....I think it is hysterical and I'm not going to say a word....I'm gonna let them figure it out...
So, now Terri is frustrated. Again, she points and now has a look of disgust on her face because clearly Victoria cannot understand simple english, "IN THE YARD! IN THE YARD! IN THE YARD!" With this, Victoria said it slower than before...."no, aaaaaalllllllllllllll puuuuuurrrrrrrrrr-pppppppaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhh ffffffllllllllloooooowwwwwwwweeeeeeeerrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr (rolling that r more than before".
So, now they are at a standoff. Neither understanding the other, both thinking the other is a MORON! So, finally Terri decides to go about it a different way, "Victoria, what do you want it for?". "Banana bread" she replies. Now, Terri is COMPLETELY stumped! BANANA BREAD! Who puts purple flowers in banana bread? Must be a Cambodian thing, but now Terri is thinking "maybe she means lavender". So, again, Terri points outside. By this point, Victoria is about to give up. One last time, she goes over to the bowl that she is preparing the bread ingredients in. She takes a measuring cup out, points to it, and says, "WHITE All Purpah Flower" (cus that was more clear than the last four hundred times she said it!) and Terri FINALLY has the light bulb come on...."Victoria, do you mean ALL PURPOSE FLOUR?!!!!!!!!!!" "YES! That what I say, ALL PURPAH FLOWER!"
Almost peeing my pants, I leave. Terri shaking her head at the craziness of it all. Victoria tickled to pieces that she can go ahead and make the bread cuz now she has her "white all purpah flower" and as for me, I am laughing so hard tears are streaming down my face, I'm running for the nearest bathroom so I DON"T pee my pants and head straight for the computer. Simply beautiful....my sweet Cambodian friend. I just love her to pieces. Unfortunately, I can barely go outside anymore and look at the purple flowers ALL around my yard without thinking of that fateful day where all poor Victoria wanted was to make some bread!
Until next time...l
Saturday, August 13, 2011
Cleaning house...
Well, I eluded to the fact that I had been doing some yard work...and in the useless info about me I said I loved weeding...and trimming bushes and the like. Since we moved last year to a pretty blank slate of a lot, there really isn't much here for me to trim and not a whole lot of weeding, so I guess I let it 'slip' that I enjoy it and have been commissioned (does that imply that there is money involved? cus there ISN"T!) by a few friends to do their lawns. The first was because my dear friend, Julie, gets poison ivy simply by walking anywhere NEAR it (like a hundred feet away - no kidding)...her lawn was a joy. I had so much fun because I was able to go wild with my hedge trimmers. Then was the church. Didn't get that quite done, but made a huge dent in it. Then last week was Jim and Michelle. Thier house is beautiful and who knew how beautifully it was landscaped until last week! I had NO idea that their house had beautiful retaining walls, rock walls, bird feeders, pyramids with climbing something or other on it and so on. They were on vacation so it was my green light to go...oh, and as a bonus they have a great in ground pool that I used daily!
Now, I was there four days about four hours each day. I cut trees, weeded, trimmed and shaped hedges, found walls that didn't exist prior to uncovering them and so on. But in the process of "cleaning house" I made a MONUMENTAL mess. So much so that their dog sitter called them in NC to tell them that someone had come in and made a complete wreck of their yard leaving piles of crap everywhere! Our deal was I labor to "fix" and Jim will come home and clean/dispose of the debris. AWESOME! That is usually my deal with my friends. I work to make pretty and they haul it away (I hate that part - like putting stuff away...ya know - queen of unfinished projects...it is that part that I never get to...makes Eric CRAZY!) So as I worked, the piles got worse and worse to the point that I actually had to text them to warn Jim...really!
Well, as I was in the process the Lord spoke to me. I was looking at the piles around the entire yard...everywhere you looked there was a mess - literally. As I looked I thought, "They are going to get home and be shocked and dismayed at the mess...but once they haul it all away and uncover the beauty that I was finally able to see they will know it was well worth it". And that is when He spoke....He said, "Arrie...this mess you are seeing is how I work in your heart and in your life. I prune, and I prune some more. Occasionally I have to dig deep and pull up weeds by thier roots, and sometimes a huge clump of dirt comes up with it because the weed has been there so long. And sometimes....the weed has grown all over the beautiful shrubs of your heart and has nearly choked the life out of it, but I carefully unwind the weed, saving the good stuff and pull it up by the root. Sometimes I even need that pick-axe to unearth the root so it doesn't grow back. And if you JUST look at the pile of stuff we are cleaning out, it looks like quite a mess...and sometimes it IS quite a mess if we haven't "gardened" in a long time. BUT, once I haul away the bad stuff we have cleaned out, all that is left for us to gaze at is the beauty that is left in your heart and in your life. And if we do this "gardening" regularly, there will never be quite a mess like this because it will only need a weed here or there pulled and a slight prunning here or there. It is only when we go long periods of time without working together that we have a mess like this to contend with...but fear not. I am the Master Gardener. I will make leave beauty for ashes, eye candy for weeds and a heart and life full of beautiful life if you let Me work CONSISTENTLY in your heart's garden....just like Jim and Michelle have let you do".
So there you have it. My quest was to get this yard to be as beautiful as it was underneath all the overgrown mess and God's plan was to wait until my eyes were opened wide enough to allow Him to speak to my heart to explain the process we are going through right now....after my near three-year sabbatical away from Him and His loving work in my life...
So the work now is a bit harder...harder to see the beauty peeking through. But in time, the piles will be hauled away and the beauty will be more visable. And if I allow Him to REGULARLY work in my heart and life, it will be a less arduous project than right now...but fear not! He is the MASTER Gardener...maker of ALL things beautiful....
until next time...
Now, I was there four days about four hours each day. I cut trees, weeded, trimmed and shaped hedges, found walls that didn't exist prior to uncovering them and so on. But in the process of "cleaning house" I made a MONUMENTAL mess. So much so that their dog sitter called them in NC to tell them that someone had come in and made a complete wreck of their yard leaving piles of crap everywhere! Our deal was I labor to "fix" and Jim will come home and clean/dispose of the debris. AWESOME! That is usually my deal with my friends. I work to make pretty and they haul it away (I hate that part - like putting stuff away...ya know - queen of unfinished projects...it is that part that I never get to...makes Eric CRAZY!) So as I worked, the piles got worse and worse to the point that I actually had to text them to warn Jim...really!
Well, as I was in the process the Lord spoke to me. I was looking at the piles around the entire yard...everywhere you looked there was a mess - literally. As I looked I thought, "They are going to get home and be shocked and dismayed at the mess...but once they haul it all away and uncover the beauty that I was finally able to see they will know it was well worth it". And that is when He spoke....He said, "Arrie...this mess you are seeing is how I work in your heart and in your life. I prune, and I prune some more. Occasionally I have to dig deep and pull up weeds by thier roots, and sometimes a huge clump of dirt comes up with it because the weed has been there so long. And sometimes....the weed has grown all over the beautiful shrubs of your heart and has nearly choked the life out of it, but I carefully unwind the weed, saving the good stuff and pull it up by the root. Sometimes I even need that pick-axe to unearth the root so it doesn't grow back. And if you JUST look at the pile of stuff we are cleaning out, it looks like quite a mess...and sometimes it IS quite a mess if we haven't "gardened" in a long time. BUT, once I haul away the bad stuff we have cleaned out, all that is left for us to gaze at is the beauty that is left in your heart and in your life. And if we do this "gardening" regularly, there will never be quite a mess like this because it will only need a weed here or there pulled and a slight prunning here or there. It is only when we go long periods of time without working together that we have a mess like this to contend with...but fear not. I am the Master Gardener. I will make leave beauty for ashes, eye candy for weeds and a heart and life full of beautiful life if you let Me work CONSISTENTLY in your heart's garden....just like Jim and Michelle have let you do".
So there you have it. My quest was to get this yard to be as beautiful as it was underneath all the overgrown mess and God's plan was to wait until my eyes were opened wide enough to allow Him to speak to my heart to explain the process we are going through right now....after my near three-year sabbatical away from Him and His loving work in my life...
So the work now is a bit harder...harder to see the beauty peeking through. But in time, the piles will be hauled away and the beauty will be more visable. And if I allow Him to REGULARLY work in my heart and life, it will be a less arduous project than right now...but fear not! He is the MASTER Gardener...maker of ALL things beautiful....
until next time...
Friday, August 12, 2011
Infectious Laughter
Now I was under the impression that the term "infectious laughter" was a good thing...but after dinner tonight with my near 15 year old daughter, I'm not so sure...
We were out having a quiet dinner, just the two of us. We were talking about ra"m"dom stuff, like who showed up at our house today, my cuts and bruises from gardening, my (I can't believe it, but it is true) poison something (ivy, sumac???) all over my arms...this after my post that I can roll around in it without getting it (which was true up until three days ago) and things like that. We were talking about my Cambodian friend, Victoria, who came by to see me at the same time as someone who works for my husband, Eric. Her name is Bethany and she was so darn sweet. But Raechyl told me that Eric described her as "shy"....hhhhmmm....hard to believe we mused. Then Rae went on to tell me that my friend, Victoria, was "too much" for her. Now, I need to explain that Rae is as reserved as a church mouse, so just about anyone or anything with a spark of life in it is "too much" for her. Rae explained that Vic is "way loud and way outgoing" and she "scares me". Then she goes on to explain, "well, mom, like you. You are too much for me sometimes". "Oh?" I reply. "well, yes, you are". OK...now I am currently reading a book entitled 1000 gifts by Anne Voskamp. A great book on her Christian search for complete joy in Christ and how being thankful for ALL things is the key...so of course, I think "how can I be thankful for THIS moment and still find out WHAT IN THE WORLD IS THIS CRAZY KID TALKING ABOUT!!!!!!"
So I decide to inquire again, "Rae, how am I too much for you?" And of course she goes right into, "well, mom, for one....your laugh is WAY too much for me. It is LOUD. When you are teaching in the fourth grade room and I walk by the kindergarted room (at the polar opposite end of the school) I can hear you laugh and really....it's just too much".
OK, so I laugh loud....REALLY loud. I have been told my laugh is contagious...infectious. I always thought that was a good thing. Like when I laugh it makes other people want to laugh. But after tonights dinner, I think she meant like infectious....like the black plague....or polio....or HIV...contagious like a wicked flu...or whooping cough....or worse yet....TB. Totally NOT something you want to come into contact with.
So there I have it. A dinner date...just me and Rae. Catching up with each other. Loving each other. Being transparent with each other. Telling each other JUST what we think. So Rae thinks I am "too much" for her at times. I can't help but wonder how everyone else feels. Side note...I did mention to Rae that when I used to work I used to get in trouble for my loud laugh (and cough)...and she gave me a news flash..."Mom you STILL get in trouble at work for your laugh"...OUCH...she is right...it is true. What can I say. So for all my poor friends who bear with me, and my poor husband who just laughs with me (or in hindsight, perhaps he laughs AT me), I am sorry for my volume. I guess when something strikes me as funny it is REAL funny, and my laugh testifies to that....
until next time...
We were out having a quiet dinner, just the two of us. We were talking about ra"m"dom stuff, like who showed up at our house today, my cuts and bruises from gardening, my (I can't believe it, but it is true) poison something (ivy, sumac???) all over my arms...this after my post that I can roll around in it without getting it (which was true up until three days ago) and things like that. We were talking about my Cambodian friend, Victoria, who came by to see me at the same time as someone who works for my husband, Eric. Her name is Bethany and she was so darn sweet. But Raechyl told me that Eric described her as "shy"....hhhhmmm....hard to believe we mused. Then Rae went on to tell me that my friend, Victoria, was "too much" for her. Now, I need to explain that Rae is as reserved as a church mouse, so just about anyone or anything with a spark of life in it is "too much" for her. Rae explained that Vic is "way loud and way outgoing" and she "scares me". Then she goes on to explain, "well, mom, like you. You are too much for me sometimes". "Oh?" I reply. "well, yes, you are". OK...now I am currently reading a book entitled 1000 gifts by Anne Voskamp. A great book on her Christian search for complete joy in Christ and how being thankful for ALL things is the key...so of course, I think "how can I be thankful for THIS moment and still find out WHAT IN THE WORLD IS THIS CRAZY KID TALKING ABOUT!!!!!!"
So I decide to inquire again, "Rae, how am I too much for you?" And of course she goes right into, "well, mom, for one....your laugh is WAY too much for me. It is LOUD. When you are teaching in the fourth grade room and I walk by the kindergarted room (at the polar opposite end of the school) I can hear you laugh and really....it's just too much".
OK, so I laugh loud....REALLY loud. I have been told my laugh is contagious...infectious. I always thought that was a good thing. Like when I laugh it makes other people want to laugh. But after tonights dinner, I think she meant like infectious....like the black plague....or polio....or HIV...contagious like a wicked flu...or whooping cough....or worse yet....TB. Totally NOT something you want to come into contact with.
So there I have it. A dinner date...just me and Rae. Catching up with each other. Loving each other. Being transparent with each other. Telling each other JUST what we think. So Rae thinks I am "too much" for her at times. I can't help but wonder how everyone else feels. Side note...I did mention to Rae that when I used to work I used to get in trouble for my loud laugh (and cough)...and she gave me a news flash..."Mom you STILL get in trouble at work for your laugh"...OUCH...she is right...it is true. What can I say. So for all my poor friends who bear with me, and my poor husband who just laughs with me (or in hindsight, perhaps he laughs AT me), I am sorry for my volume. I guess when something strikes me as funny it is REAL funny, and my laugh testifies to that....
until next time...
Wednesday, August 10, 2011
25 More Useless Facts About Me....
I have been thinking lately. I think I need to blog more regularly because not blogging leave my mind empty. Seems when I blog regularly, there is always something to blog about...like the mess I made this week at a friends house...but that's another day.
OK. So I thought I would share 25 MORE useless facts about myself (not that anyone cares, but hey...it's something to blog about)
1. I like to wear my husband's (clean of course) boxers at night to bed
2. I can eat poison ivy without getting itchy (I can roll around in it, too)
3. I got another tattoo on my neck that says "Micah 6:8" (bible verse but everyone thinks it is a special name and 6:8 is a date)
4. I figured out my natural hair color...its GREY!
5. I'm convinced that because I have fought being overweight for so darn long and have always wished for a skinny body that when we go to heaven, I will get my skinny body and everyone else will be fat!
6. I'm addicted to tortilla chips
7. it took me three years (maybe four) to finish a lap quilt for Sharon (and gave it to her for Christmas before it was done, then took it back and gave it to her again (unfinished) for her birthday and did that several times)
8. I was hit by a car when I was 13
9. I was once POOPED on by a cow I was milking
10. I sometimes know things before they happen
11. I once stayed up all night watching a spider because I was convinced it was going to get me in my bed
12. I had a car stolen once
13. my first tattoo was at age 16
14. I have been in therapy for the last 12 years (no surprise there, huh!)
15. I am the worst driver I know
16. I hate cooking
17. I love baking
18. I love weeding - very theraputic
19. I've had five surgeries in as many years
20. my eyesight is wicked bad but I still refuse to wear glasses and cannot wear contacts
21. I cry at just about everything
22. I HATE talking on the phone
23. Toilet paper MUST be over not under
24. I recently gave away almost all my bags (purses) and many of my shoes and boots!
25. I never put anything away
So there it is. Not as interesting as the last list, but it's a list none the less. Ok, that's it for now. I'll tell you the messy yard story next time.
Until next time....
OK. So I thought I would share 25 MORE useless facts about myself (not that anyone cares, but hey...it's something to blog about)
1. I like to wear my husband's (clean of course) boxers at night to bed
2. I can eat poison ivy without getting itchy (I can roll around in it, too)
3. I got another tattoo on my neck that says "Micah 6:8" (bible verse but everyone thinks it is a special name and 6:8 is a date)
4. I figured out my natural hair color...its GREY!
5. I'm convinced that because I have fought being overweight for so darn long and have always wished for a skinny body that when we go to heaven, I will get my skinny body and everyone else will be fat!
6. I'm addicted to tortilla chips
7. it took me three years (maybe four) to finish a lap quilt for Sharon (and gave it to her for Christmas before it was done, then took it back and gave it to her again (unfinished) for her birthday and did that several times)
8. I was hit by a car when I was 13
9. I was once POOPED on by a cow I was milking
10. I sometimes know things before they happen
11. I once stayed up all night watching a spider because I was convinced it was going to get me in my bed
12. I had a car stolen once
13. my first tattoo was at age 16
14. I have been in therapy for the last 12 years (no surprise there, huh!)
15. I am the worst driver I know
16. I hate cooking
17. I love baking
18. I love weeding - very theraputic
19. I've had five surgeries in as many years
20. my eyesight is wicked bad but I still refuse to wear glasses and cannot wear contacts
21. I cry at just about everything
22. I HATE talking on the phone
23. Toilet paper MUST be over not under
24. I recently gave away almost all my bags (purses) and many of my shoes and boots!
25. I never put anything away
So there it is. Not as interesting as the last list, but it's a list none the less. Ok, that's it for now. I'll tell you the messy yard story next time.
Until next time....
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