The kids always love Awana Awards night. But they weren't the only ones getting awards this year. . . Daddy-oh was too. He got a pin (I think??) for helping with game time this year. He truly is the biggest kid out there.
Wednesday, July 4, 2012
Awana Awards
That Kid!
You know in the movies where the kid is in the musical and during the musical she throats up?
Well, Hanna was That KID!!!
Before she threw up we did get a good laugh at her eagle hat. Melissa thought she looked more like a moose.
After the song was over, Hanna went off stage to Jon. Then our music pastor, kids pastor, and youth pastor all looked like a pit crew out there cleaning up her throw up. It was hilarious.
I ran to the foyer to get her.
Our children's pastor is so sweet. He actually sat down with her that Wed. night and talked with her about. . . no big deal. . . don't worry about. I think he even told her a funny story about something he did when he was a kid.
Back to the Land of the Living
About two weeks before I left for Uganda all three of my kiddos came down with strep throat. I'm the kind of mom that I want everyone to get sick all at once. . . I don't like sickness dragging out. The problem was is that I was supposed to get my yellow fever shot that Monday. Well, I knew my immune system would be weak from trying to fight strep throat. No big deal, except yellow fever is a live virus. After research and prayer, I opted to not get the shot. Although this blog was in the "draft folder" I decided to relive our time of sickness and publish it on here.
I think Hanna was the first to get sick.
Too Pooped to Pop - July 4th Edition
Well last year for this day, Jon and I and some friends were all running the famous "Peachtree Road Race". It was fun, so we signed up this year. However, running wasn't what we did today. After I got back from Uganda, Jon and I both decided we needed to get this house on the market. Therefore, we needed to take the advantage of having a day off and make the most of it. Finishing up our master bathroom is what is the hold-up is. It is almost finished, and I must say my husband did an a-m-a-z-i-n-g job. He has impeccable taste. So, while he was finishing the bathroom, the kiddos and I and Gigi and Granddaddy all did yard work. . . and boy, oh, boy was there a TON of it!!! We worked in the yard ALL DAY LONG!!!
I have the best in-laws in the world. Gigi made homemade ice cream, pimento cheese, chicken salad, and spinach dip. . . brought it all over here, worked in our yard all day, went to Home Depot and bought us pine straw to put out. She is such an amazing person. . .someone I love dearly and look up to. . . . after all, she is the one who coined the phrase "too pooped to pop".
Fingernails are full of dirt.
Head is full of dirt.
Face is covered in dirt streaks.
I am stinky from sweating all day.
My body aches, and I'm pretty sure I will be much more sore from all the yard work I did rather than the 10K I could have done this morning.
My heart is so full. I'm so thankful for Gigi and Granddaddy. They are both wonderful examples of being a servant, going the extra mile, and LOVE!!!! I know we will all sleep well tonight.
Happy 4th!!!
I have the best in-laws in the world. Gigi made homemade ice cream, pimento cheese, chicken salad, and spinach dip. . . brought it all over here, worked in our yard all day, went to Home Depot and bought us pine straw to put out. She is such an amazing person. . .someone I love dearly and look up to. . . . after all, she is the one who coined the phrase "too pooped to pop".
Fingernails are full of dirt.
Head is full of dirt.
Face is covered in dirt streaks.
I am stinky from sweating all day.
My body aches, and I'm pretty sure I will be much more sore from all the yard work I did rather than the 10K I could have done this morning.
My heart is so full. I'm so thankful for Gigi and Granddaddy. They are both wonderful examples of being a servant, going the extra mile, and LOVE!!!! I know we will all sleep well tonight.
Happy 4th!!!
Monday, July 2, 2012
Back to the Blogging Board
Oh how I love the days and the weeks when I blog everyday. . . about the goods, the bads, the uglies, the happenings, the not happenings. . . . all of the moments that make up our lives because it truly is the moments that make up a lifetime. When my kiddos remind me of things long ago. . . some I remember, some I forget . . . it makes me kick myself when I've gotten away from the 'ole blog. I have several catch-up posts to do of the "bigger" things going on in our life. . . but what I really love blogging about is just the everyday. . . same ole, same ole.
One major thing to blog about is my mission trip to Uganda. I actually made a list of "thanks", so I'm hoping just to transfer them over from paper to this blog, and, of course with many, many pictures. To try and put my trip into words is almost impossible. Yesterday, our youth pastor "interviewed" us that went (4 out of the 7 people on our team work with our youth). It was such a sweet time, a time of remembering, a time of trying to fight back tears, a time of just letting tears freely flow. I just can't believe that just 2 weeks ago I was there in Uganda. Never, ever, ever in a million years would I ever imagined myself stepping foot of USA soil. God is greater than my never evers though.
Well, 'nuff about that (for now at least).
Yesterday was a sweet day at church. I must say the Sunday before I felt so out of place, so like I didn't belong, so like I fit more in at the Ugandan church. Weird emotions, just plain weird. In fact, I almost busted into tears when my dear friend, Lisa J., hugged my neck. . . not sure why?? Just a safe place to land with her, I guess. . . familiarity since we have been friends now for 14 or so years. You know you've been friends with someone a looonnnnggg time when many years ago they gave you a picture of your little boy peeing in the yard and then just a few nights ago she says to you, "Alec looks like a man." How thankful I am for my precious friend.
I got to see my 3 girls. . . Shelby, Jaimie, and McKayla . . . and oh what a delight to my ears it was to hear them say, "I need Bible study. When are we starting back?" Precious, precious girls. . . oh, how I love them.
Alec spent the night with Griffin and the girls and I came home along with Abby, Julie, and Kara Jane. What a sweet time with a house full of girls. . . I napped and they. . . well. . . they. . .I'm not sure. . . but they were quiet while I slept :) Oh yeah, the older girls made a cake for when Jon and Greg got home from flipping out of town. The younger girls? Not so sure about them.
After my nap I decided to channel surf. Very rare for me to sit in front of the TV at all. I got caught up in the middle of a Lifetime movie of all things? I haven't watched that channel since I was a teenager. It actually made me chuckle that I'd gotten all wrapped up in the silly movie. It was pretty good though.
The girls continued to play and then my love walked through the door. I always love it when Jon gets home. To love and to be in love. . . head over high heels love, that is. . . . what a wonderful feeling!!! As I cleaned the kitchen he sat down and we just talked and talked. Then, Faith and Steve came to get KJ. We all sat around the table and talked. It was so much fun. It's been way too long since we've just sat around and chatted about this, that, and the other.
After they left Jon, Alec, and I piled in our room. Jon and I drifted off to sleep, then the phone range around 10:00 ish. Steve was bringing Hanna home. She didn't feel well. Oh no!!! I got that sweet little thing in the room with us. I tried to get her to get in the bed with us, but she wanted to be on a pallet on the floor. I drifted off to sleep again and then woke to her snoring. So funny.
Well. . . off to start my Monday. No job right now. When I got home from Uganda, my boss lost our biggest client. Thing is, I'm not freaking out. . . just applying for new ones, trusting the Lord with ALL things. When I got back from Guyana last summer my dryer totally went kaput. . . no big deal after all the Lord had done in my heart. This time? No job. Still, no big deal. Remember??? God is bigger than my never, evers.
"For my heart rejoices in Him, because I trust in His holy name." Psalm 33:21
Happy Monday!
One major thing to blog about is my mission trip to Uganda. I actually made a list of "thanks", so I'm hoping just to transfer them over from paper to this blog, and, of course with many, many pictures. To try and put my trip into words is almost impossible. Yesterday, our youth pastor "interviewed" us that went (4 out of the 7 people on our team work with our youth). It was such a sweet time, a time of remembering, a time of trying to fight back tears, a time of just letting tears freely flow. I just can't believe that just 2 weeks ago I was there in Uganda. Never, ever, ever in a million years would I ever imagined myself stepping foot of USA soil. God is greater than my never evers though.
Well, 'nuff about that (for now at least).
Yesterday was a sweet day at church. I must say the Sunday before I felt so out of place, so like I didn't belong, so like I fit more in at the Ugandan church. Weird emotions, just plain weird. In fact, I almost busted into tears when my dear friend, Lisa J., hugged my neck. . . not sure why?? Just a safe place to land with her, I guess. . . familiarity since we have been friends now for 14 or so years. You know you've been friends with someone a looonnnnggg time when many years ago they gave you a picture of your little boy peeing in the yard and then just a few nights ago she says to you, "Alec looks like a man." How thankful I am for my precious friend.
I got to see my 3 girls. . . Shelby, Jaimie, and McKayla . . . and oh what a delight to my ears it was to hear them say, "I need Bible study. When are we starting back?" Precious, precious girls. . . oh, how I love them.
Alec spent the night with Griffin and the girls and I came home along with Abby, Julie, and Kara Jane. What a sweet time with a house full of girls. . . I napped and they. . . well. . . they. . .I'm not sure. . . but they were quiet while I slept :) Oh yeah, the older girls made a cake for when Jon and Greg got home from flipping out of town. The younger girls? Not so sure about them.
After my nap I decided to channel surf. Very rare for me to sit in front of the TV at all. I got caught up in the middle of a Lifetime movie of all things? I haven't watched that channel since I was a teenager. It actually made me chuckle that I'd gotten all wrapped up in the silly movie. It was pretty good though.
The girls continued to play and then my love walked through the door. I always love it when Jon gets home. To love and to be in love. . . head over high heels love, that is. . . . what a wonderful feeling!!! As I cleaned the kitchen he sat down and we just talked and talked. Then, Faith and Steve came to get KJ. We all sat around the table and talked. It was so much fun. It's been way too long since we've just sat around and chatted about this, that, and the other.
After they left Jon, Alec, and I piled in our room. Jon and I drifted off to sleep, then the phone range around 10:00 ish. Steve was bringing Hanna home. She didn't feel well. Oh no!!! I got that sweet little thing in the room with us. I tried to get her to get in the bed with us, but she wanted to be on a pallet on the floor. I drifted off to sleep again and then woke to her snoring. So funny.
Well. . . off to start my Monday. No job right now. When I got home from Uganda, my boss lost our biggest client. Thing is, I'm not freaking out. . . just applying for new ones, trusting the Lord with ALL things. When I got back from Guyana last summer my dryer totally went kaput. . . no big deal after all the Lord had done in my heart. This time? No job. Still, no big deal. Remember??? God is bigger than my never, evers.
"For my heart rejoices in Him, because I trust in His holy name." Psalm 33:21
Happy Monday!
Tuesday, May 15, 2012
What a Tuesday With Grandaddy Looks Like
What exactly DOES a Tuesday with Granddaddy look like?
Well, first of all after I work I try and squeeze in a quick workout. Today, it was a quick 3-miler. I then try and get ready. I just feel so much better with hair, makeup, clothes, the whole works on. . . makes me not feel like such a slob (today, i went the slob route though).
It takes us all of 3 minutes to get to their house. Sometimes when it is really nice outside and we don't have too many school books, we walk. They live about a mile from us.
We get there and Granddaddy always greets us with a smile, a hug, and an "I love you."
We head to the kitchen, and sweet, sweet Gigi always has such a spread. She really spoils my kids' taste buds. See what I mean? She has enough food there for a small army.
She also always, always leaves me a note. . . explaining to me what everything is, where everything is, and most of the time she'll put me something to read (mainly articles about children in poverty or some chain email encouraging story she's gotten).
Monday, May 14, 2012
14 on the 14th
Since I've been a little busy and absent from the bloggy world, I thought I'd post 14 things we've been up to.
1. My Hanna and my niece LOVE playing dress-up in MY closest.
3. We also went to what I referred to as "Black Friday for Nerds" AKA the Homeschool Fair. Loved every minute of it. This was Ash's first year, and it was a treat having her with us. She helped me so much! This is always such a fun day.
4. We've been fishing at my friend's pond. Such fun. Hanna was a hoot. She was trying to be so very patient to catch a fish. When she saw someone catch a fish, she'd go to the spot they were fishing. Bless her heart. . . she didn't get the first bite!
8. Jon's been working hard on our bathroom. He's almost finished, and this house will be on.the.market.
9. Hanna Boo has been sick. Just hoping she feels better soon, and the rest of us don't catch her bug.
10. I got a hepatitis A shot. Yikes. That thing hurt like the dickens. I was a little tense anyway because there's no way I'm getting the bagillon shots they tell you to before Uganda. I'm getting yellow fever and then I decided to get hepatitis A. i don't want to be loving on a child, and then when I lay my head down at night wonder what in the world I could have caught.
11. Speaking of Uganda, I've been preparing diligently. I can't wait, yet I hesitate all at the same time. More on that later.
12. I've been slowing down. .. refusing to hurry for anything. . . therefore, I get lots less accomplished. . . sometimes more of a head struggle than anything.
13. We celebrated my grandmother's 83rd birthday. She is doing wonderful, and I love her so much.
14. When Jon is home, we soak him up like a sponge. Therefore, I need to get off this computer.
Ta ta for now.
Monday, April 30, 2012
To Which I Almost Convulsed into a Seizure
Monday, Monday. . . oh dear, Monday. . . just like you I always have my days planned. Not much flexibility here for this gal. . . no sir re. . . spontaneity is NOT my middle name. In fact, it's really not apart of my vocabulary. She kinda gives me the hee-bee-jee-bees.
On Monday's list was testing for all 3 kiddos, then I was going to finish, by-doggy, painting my room that has taken me more than a week to get finished.
I awoke that morning and turned on my phone and had several texts come in. . .one of which was my little sister, Kristen, saying she was down for the night and wanted to know if we wanted to come and meet them for dinner. . . "eww, no, I'm sorry. . . that's NOT on the calendar" was my initial thought. Then I thought of my hard working hubby and knew it wouldn't be fair to ask him to drive an additional hour to my mom's after he'd already been up past 10:00 p.m. Sunday night grouting the travertine for our bathroom and on top of that drives an hour to work every day. So, I told her we were testing, but would come sometime after lunch.
I may have twisted and I may have had chills go up my spine to break my already pre-conceived plans, but it was worth it. I got to see my sweet chunka chunka burnin' love and my get fish kisses from my precious Em, have sweet conversations with my little sister and dad (James). It was a wonderful afternoon.
When I was leaving Kris told me thanks for coming. She knows how much I don't like breaking away from my plans. To which I then joked and told her I nearly went into a seizure going against what I had planned for the day.
That is why I have hanging in my kitchen a chalkboard that has the heading "Blessed are the Flexible, for they shall not be bent out of shape." I'm always in constant need of the reminder. . .
On Monday's list was testing for all 3 kiddos, then I was going to finish, by-doggy, painting my room that has taken me more than a week to get finished.
I awoke that morning and turned on my phone and had several texts come in. . .one of which was my little sister, Kristen, saying she was down for the night and wanted to know if we wanted to come and meet them for dinner. . . "eww, no, I'm sorry. . . that's NOT on the calendar" was my initial thought. Then I thought of my hard working hubby and knew it wouldn't be fair to ask him to drive an additional hour to my mom's after he'd already been up past 10:00 p.m. Sunday night grouting the travertine for our bathroom and on top of that drives an hour to work every day. So, I told her we were testing, but would come sometime after lunch.
I may have twisted and I may have had chills go up my spine to break my already pre-conceived plans, but it was worth it. I got to see my sweet chunka chunka burnin' love and my get fish kisses from my precious Em, have sweet conversations with my little sister and dad (James). It was a wonderful afternoon.
When I was leaving Kris told me thanks for coming. She knows how much I don't like breaking away from my plans. To which I then joked and told her I nearly went into a seizure going against what I had planned for the day.
That is why I have hanging in my kitchen a chalkboard that has the heading "Blessed are the Flexible, for they shall not be bent out of shape." I'm always in constant need of the reminder. . .
Sunday, April 29, 2012
Week in Review
Since I've haven't been on the blogging bandwagon this week, I thought I'd do a quick run down of what we did on our spring break. Well, obviously, from my last two posts, Alec was in Alabama on a mission trip. My mama's heart beamed with joy as Pastor David, Pastor John, and Brother Jim all approached me at separate times today to tell me what a good job my boy did. PD told both Jon and I that Alec represented his Lord and his mom and dad well. He also told us he was a little sweet on a couple of pretty girls down there. He'd teach them both how to fish. . . too shy to do anything else. PD said it was really sweet. Makes me want to shed a tear. My boy is growing up.
Monday - Jenn B and I spent the day cooking. This day is always so very good for my heart and soul. It's just always such a time when we laugh and share our hearts. I'm so thankful for Jenn. Her friendship is more of a blessing to me than I could ever put into words.
Tuesday - Noelle wanted the girls to spend the night. I painted Jon and I's room part of the day, then took the girls to Melissa's, then ran with Becky and Ang. Jon worked with Greg that night, so I was by myself. I painted until I was too tired.
Wednesday- I went to get the girls and Melissa and I took all the kiddos and went shopping. She's going to be a photographer for the makeup artist on "Bridezilla" so she needed something cute and comfy. It was such a fun day. I'm so glad our relationship is good again.
Thursday- Jon's work had a "Bring your Child to Work Day" so the girls were all over this. They had to get up at 5:30 a.m., but were up and at 'em. Here they are before they left the house.
It just so happened that was Lydia's birthday so I texted her and told her I'd love to take her to lunch to a little tea room we both love. I was so glad I got to share part of her birthday with her. Although, many years separate us, our hearts are very close. She's such a blessing to me. . . not just someone I study God's word with, but my dear, close friend. Isn't is amazing how God joins people together?
After I got home I tried to finish up painting, but didn't get much done.
Friday- The day my boy was coming home. Man, when I saw him he looked like he had grown an inch. I was so glad to have him back home with us. I threw Ms. Jennifer's chicken pot pie in the oven and made chocolate delight. A dessert around here is a rarity. I was so glad to have the "Fab 5" back under one roof again. Did my mama's heart so good.
Saturday- I had a meeting for Uganda. . . which they are always so very, very good. Always a sweet time. I came home and then we all went and worked at the Bungalove. . . picking up stones from the fireplace and cutting grass. It was fun to all be working together. We got home, everyone cleaned up, then we went and rented some movies and picked up pizza. Jon and I did fall asleep during the movie, but, again, we were all together, and that's what counts.
Thursday, April 26, 2012
Missing Him
The "Fab 5" (Jon's name for our family) just isn't complete or whole when a member is missing. Things just seem a little out of place. It's Thursday. . . only one more day until my boy his home.
I heard his voice on Monday. Todd, our youth pastor, made him call his mama. Our conversation? Short and sweet. In fact, I could tell he didn't want to talk. Oh. . that breaking away. . . that desire for independence. I remember it. It's buried deep within my blood. In fact, now, the older I get the more I need my mama. In my brain I actually need my mama more now at 35 than I ever thought I did at 14, 15, or 16. It's a season, and I know that.
As the girls and I have gone throughout our day, here's some things I've missed.
**When the girls spent the night with Melissa. I called to check on them and almost asked about Alec.
**When I went to pick them up. . . I expected to get Alec as well. . . weird, just weird.
**Every night we call crawl in Jon and I's bed together and watch TV, read a family book, or just laugh and giggle. Each person has their place on our bed. . . especially we firstborns who love order and routine and hate change. I'm on the end closest to the window with my head at the headboard. Alec's feet are always near my head. He lies on his belly and props himself up, on the edge, right beside me. I've missed his size 13s in my face.
** I've missed hearing the shower run for 30 or so minutes every morning.
** I've missed kissing the nape of his neck when he greets me good morning.
** I've missed his smell (Old Spice body wash).
**I've missed just him telling me about this, that, and the other.
**I've missed seeing him at the school table diligently doing his schoolwork.
**I've missed seeing him plopped on the couch while the girls and I make dinner.
**I've missed seeing him sit at his place at the table. He left his bag right beside his seat. I left it right exactly where I put it.
**I've missed kidding around with him, playing popping his arm when he says something to make me laugh.
**I've missed seeing him go in the pantry 100 times a day.
**I've missed him telling me he's hungry.
**I've missed hearing his loud music from his room.
Although I will restrain myself so as not to embarrass him, I can't wait to see him and wrap my arms around him. I hugged him tight Sunday before we left for church. I knew he'd be mortified if I acted that way in front of everyone. In fact, I was hanging out a little bit while they were all eating lunch before departing. He very sweet and very respectful quietly said to me, "Mom. . . you can leave now."
I then saw him sit at a table by myself. Ouch. That hurt my heart. I'm acting like he's 5 and he's going to Kindergarten. While that would mortify me, I then remembered that he probably wanted to sit at a table by himself. I then saw his buddy, Noah, join him.
Although I've been tempted to text Todd, I haven't. I did however, send an APB out to Alec's 2nd mama. . . my friend, Faith. I told her to shhh, but I was missing my boy. She reported back that he was doing great, doing everything he was asked, telling me she sure did love him. Shew. . . brought relief to my heart.
I heard his voice on Monday. Todd, our youth pastor, made him call his mama. Our conversation? Short and sweet. In fact, I could tell he didn't want to talk. Oh. . that breaking away. . . that desire for independence. I remember it. It's buried deep within my blood. In fact, now, the older I get the more I need my mama. In my brain I actually need my mama more now at 35 than I ever thought I did at 14, 15, or 16. It's a season, and I know that.
As the girls and I have gone throughout our day, here's some things I've missed.
**When the girls spent the night with Melissa. I called to check on them and almost asked about Alec.
**When I went to pick them up. . . I expected to get Alec as well. . . weird, just weird.
**Every night we call crawl in Jon and I's bed together and watch TV, read a family book, or just laugh and giggle. Each person has their place on our bed. . . especially we firstborns who love order and routine and hate change. I'm on the end closest to the window with my head at the headboard. Alec's feet are always near my head. He lies on his belly and props himself up, on the edge, right beside me. I've missed his size 13s in my face.
** I've missed hearing the shower run for 30 or so minutes every morning.
** I've missed kissing the nape of his neck when he greets me good morning.
** I've missed his smell (Old Spice body wash).
**I've missed just him telling me about this, that, and the other.
**I've missed seeing him at the school table diligently doing his schoolwork.
**I've missed seeing him plopped on the couch while the girls and I make dinner.
**I've missed seeing him sit at his place at the table. He left his bag right beside his seat. I left it right exactly where I put it.
**I've missed kidding around with him, playing popping his arm when he says something to make me laugh.
**I've missed seeing him go in the pantry 100 times a day.
**I've missed him telling me he's hungry.
**I've missed hearing his loud music from his room.
Although I will restrain myself so as not to embarrass him, I can't wait to see him and wrap my arms around him. I hugged him tight Sunday before we left for church. I knew he'd be mortified if I acted that way in front of everyone. In fact, I was hanging out a little bit while they were all eating lunch before departing. He very sweet and very respectful quietly said to me, "Mom. . . you can leave now."
I then saw him sit at a table by myself. Ouch. That hurt my heart. I'm acting like he's 5 and he's going to Kindergarten. While that would mortify me, I then remembered that he probably wanted to sit at a table by himself. I then saw his buddy, Noah, join him.
Although I've been tempted to text Todd, I haven't. I did however, send an APB out to Alec's 2nd mama. . . my friend, Faith. I told her to shhh, but I was missing my boy. She reported back that he was doing great, doing everything he was asked, telling me she sure did love him. Shew. . . brought relief to my heart.
Why Just Him?
Sunday morning Alec was ready and packed. He left for Alabama to go on a mission trip with our church. He has been on overnight, even weekend events. . . here locally or just an hour north of here. But this time, it is 5 days. The girls and I could have gone, as 40 others were going with our church. However, I know first hand (Guyana. . . yes, I will blog about it ONE day) just how much the Lord can do in your heart when you are apart from your comforts. . . comforts of home, closest relationships, contact, etc. I've been praying the Lord did just that. . . a mighty work in Alec's heart. . . that Alec depended on Him in ways he never has before. However, I will say it comforted my heart GREATLY that Faith was going to be there with her kiddos. She was his 2nd mom for me.
Being sappy mom that I am, I woke up early Sunday morning, had time in prayer and in the Word with the Lord and then proceeded to write Alec a letter. Just the night before I was doing some cleaning and I came across a picture of Alec just in his underwear with a Bible man cape, hat, and sword. This was no accident. I smiled as I remembered my talkative, 3-year-old, active boy. In the letter I wrote him I told him just as he was stripped to his underwear in that picture, he needed to strip himself of his flesh. . . and just as he was clothed in the Bible man cape, mask, and sword he needed to clothe himself with compassion, kindness, humility, meekness, bearing with others and forgiving anyone who wronged him (Col 3:12-13). I also told him to put on the full armor of God (Eph. 6:13-18). I reminded him of who he is in Christ and just how much his Mama and His Lord love him.
Sunday - that I was praying that whenever he opened his mouth "that words may be given to me in opening my mouth boldly to proclaim the mystery of the gospel," Ephesians 6:19
Monday - "who redeems your life from the pit, who crowns you with steadfast love and mercy." Psalm 103:4 - I reminded Alec God has redeemed his life and crowned him with steadfast love and mercy. That he was to walk in that, believe God at His word, and obey Him.
Tuesday - "Seek the Lord and his strength; seek his presence continually!" Psalm 105:4
Wednesday - "Put on then, as God's chosen ones, holy and beloved,compassionate hearts, kindness, humility, meekness, and patience,13 bearing with one another and, if one has a complaint against another, forgiving each other; as the Lord has forgiven you, so you also must forgive." Colossians 3:12-13
Thursday - "Therefore take up the whole armor of God, that you may be able to withstand in the evil day, and having done all, to stand firm.14 Stand therefore, having fastened on the belt of truth, and having put on the breastplate of righteousness, 15 and, as shoes for your feet, having put on the readiness given by the gospel of peace.16 In all circumstances take up the shield of faith, with which you can extinguish all the flaming darts of the evil one; 17 and take the helmet of salvation, and the sword of the Spirit, which is the word of God, 18 praying at all times in the Spirit, with all prayer and supplication. To that end keep alert with all perseverance, making supplication for all the saints," Ephesians 6:19
I can't wait for him to get home and tell me all the Lord has done this week.
Friday, April 20, 2012
Giggle, Giggle, Snort, Snort
Since I love to laugh and I happen to think laughter is the best medicine, I thought I'd share some things that have made me laugh this week.
Hanna: "Mom, when I grow up will I have boobs like you or Daddy?"
Gigi and I were having a conversation about Granddaddy and his decline. I don't include details b/c I'd never want to dishonor him. She was frustrated and just needed to vent. Here's how the rest of our conversation went.
Me: "Gigi, you know there is a purpose in all of this. God works all things for the good of those who love Him and are called according to His purpose and He works all things for His glory (Rom 8:28). You know, that is our hope. That there is a purpose in all of this . . . all of the pain, all of the frustration, all of the whys, all of the hurt. That is what we have to hang on to."
I hear Gigi get a little choked up.
Gigi: Then in a very bold tone she says to me, "Michele, remind me when I get back home to hit you."
We both bust out laughing.
Gigi: "And, NEVER say that to me again."
581. For hope.
582. For the truth and promises of God's word.
583. For giggles.
584. For giggles that make you snort.
585. For family.
586. For Gigi.
587. For Granddaddy.
588. For a sound mind.
589. For the healing touch of both tears and laughter.
590. For funny little girls.
Hanna: "Mom, when I grow up will I have boobs like you or Daddy?"
Gigi and I were having a conversation about Granddaddy and his decline. I don't include details b/c I'd never want to dishonor him. She was frustrated and just needed to vent. Here's how the rest of our conversation went.
Me: "Gigi, you know there is a purpose in all of this. God works all things for the good of those who love Him and are called according to His purpose and He works all things for His glory (Rom 8:28). You know, that is our hope. That there is a purpose in all of this . . . all of the pain, all of the frustration, all of the whys, all of the hurt. That is what we have to hang on to."
I hear Gigi get a little choked up.
Gigi: Then in a very bold tone she says to me, "Michele, remind me when I get back home to hit you."
We both bust out laughing.
Gigi: "And, NEVER say that to me again."
581. For hope.
582. For the truth and promises of God's word.
583. For giggles.
584. For giggles that make you snort.
585. For family.
586. For Gigi.
587. For Granddaddy.
588. For a sound mind.
589. For the healing touch of both tears and laughter.
590. For funny little girls.
Thursday, April 19, 2012
Slowing Down
On my list to do today was to paint my bedroom, clean downstairs, cook lunch and dinner, take Alec to his grass cutting job, update my prayer journal, work (which is about 4-5 hours of my day), go by a house and leave out a key, go to Lowes, home school the children, vacuum the upstairs, review my scripture memory.
I got some of these things done. However, a few weeks back I was stressed to the max. The people I love most are the ones who suffer the most from this. Hurry here, hurry there. Meet this person's expectations. Meet that person's expectations. I was to the point of tears. Medical Transcription AND real estate, commitments here, there, and yonder. Alec said something to me that is changing my life. "Jesus had 3 years to change the world. He never was in a hurry. He always took time for others. He always took time to get alone with His Father." Wow. It was so profound (something he learned in discipleship with Marty). . . that in my hurried stressed mess I stopped cold and just stared. I looked at my precious son. . . my boy who is becoming a young man and said, "THAT is powerful."
Along with that I'm reading, "1000 Gifts" although I've currently misplaced it and have been a little freaked out, but I know God will have me find it when He wants me to. I'm still digesting all that I'm learning. I'm a self-motivated, love to get things accomplished girl. Read a few of posts and it won't take long to figure that out. I've often confessed my struggles with myself in those areas.
I was sitting with Melissa yesterday and we were talking. We were talking about my Grandmother's birthday party on Saturday. I really wanted to start my garden on Saturday. I was telling her the me a year ago would have worked Saturday morning, run 4-5 miles, started my garden, got ready, wore heels, drove an hour, go to Grandmama's party with bells on, get home, return to my garden, cook dinner, then retire for the night.
The girl God is transforming me into . . . the girl who is attempting (although there are many days when I fail) to live FULLY in the moment. . . this girl on Saturday will go and celebrate her Grandmother's birthday, living each moment fully. . . from the time I wake until the time I sleep. . . that kind of day can't include 400 things to do, but can include 400 things to praise Him for. . . It's really hard to praise and live fully in the moment when you are rushing from this activity to that, from 1. to 2. to 3. on the "to do" list.
Sure, I won't get as much accomplished. But the feeling of joy and peace I have living a life of praise, being fully in the moment, is a priceless treasure no amount of accomplishment can ever give me.
541. Eating Cool Whip out of the tub with Hanna.
542. Listening with my ears, my mind, my eyes, and my heart to the four I hold the dearest to my heart.
543. The smell of grass being cut.
544. A hard working young man.
545. Giving myself grace to sit on the couch and rest and read (a treat and a rarity).
546. Long talks on the phone with my hubby.
547. An affectionate husband who loves to cuddle.
548. The smell of white T-shirts.
549. Ashley who tells every.single.detail of a story no matter how big or how little - just like her Mama.
550. Hanna telling me she wished I was going to be at VBS this year.
551. Hanna expressing her heart over me going to Uganda. I'm so glad she is telling me her feelings. She normally keeps them bottled up.
552. "The Hole in the Gospel" and all God is teaching me through it.
553. "1000 Gifts" and all God is teaching me through it.
554. Memorizing God's word.
555. Walking in His forgiveness and not guilt and condemnation.
556. Not being rushed or in a hurry in Lowes and looking through all the seeds with the kids that we want to plant this year.
557. The sound of rain.
558. The smell of rain.
559. A no makeup or get ready day.
560. The warmth of clothes from the dryer.
561. A restored relationship with my sister.
562. Reading in "The Hole in the Gospel" some of the very things the Lord taught me in Guyana. Really neat to read about those same things in a book.. . . the power of the great teacher. . . the Holy Spirit.
562. Jon picking up dinner.
563. Many, many talks about the Lord with Jon.
564. How Jon loves me.
565. Laughter. . . oh laughter.
566. I love to laugh so much it deserves a double praise.
567. Peace while in the midst of the storm, knowing all the while it may get even more turbulent.
568. A sweet afternoon spent with my precious friend, Kim.
569. Feet on the sofa.
570. Transparency.
571. Freedom.
572. Chains falling off.
573. Encouragement of girlfriends.
574. Rejoicing with others.
575. Mourning with others.
576. Time flying.
577. Time slowing down.
578. My van is back from the body shop. I'm so thankful to have Sally (Hanna named her) back. She looks great!
579. Watching Alec and his survival self in the yard.
580. Hearing Alec play his guitar.
I got some of these things done. However, a few weeks back I was stressed to the max. The people I love most are the ones who suffer the most from this. Hurry here, hurry there. Meet this person's expectations. Meet that person's expectations. I was to the point of tears. Medical Transcription AND real estate, commitments here, there, and yonder. Alec said something to me that is changing my life. "Jesus had 3 years to change the world. He never was in a hurry. He always took time for others. He always took time to get alone with His Father." Wow. It was so profound (something he learned in discipleship with Marty). . . that in my hurried stressed mess I stopped cold and just stared. I looked at my precious son. . . my boy who is becoming a young man and said, "THAT is powerful."
Along with that I'm reading, "1000 Gifts" although I've currently misplaced it and have been a little freaked out, but I know God will have me find it when He wants me to. I'm still digesting all that I'm learning. I'm a self-motivated, love to get things accomplished girl. Read a few of posts and it won't take long to figure that out. I've often confessed my struggles with myself in those areas.
I was sitting with Melissa yesterday and we were talking. We were talking about my Grandmother's birthday party on Saturday. I really wanted to start my garden on Saturday. I was telling her the me a year ago would have worked Saturday morning, run 4-5 miles, started my garden, got ready, wore heels, drove an hour, go to Grandmama's party with bells on, get home, return to my garden, cook dinner, then retire for the night.
The girl God is transforming me into . . . the girl who is attempting (although there are many days when I fail) to live FULLY in the moment. . . this girl on Saturday will go and celebrate her Grandmother's birthday, living each moment fully. . . from the time I wake until the time I sleep. . . that kind of day can't include 400 things to do, but can include 400 things to praise Him for. . . It's really hard to praise and live fully in the moment when you are rushing from this activity to that, from 1. to 2. to 3. on the "to do" list.
Sure, I won't get as much accomplished. But the feeling of joy and peace I have living a life of praise, being fully in the moment, is a priceless treasure no amount of accomplishment can ever give me.
541. Eating Cool Whip out of the tub with Hanna.
542. Listening with my ears, my mind, my eyes, and my heart to the four I hold the dearest to my heart.
543. The smell of grass being cut.
544. A hard working young man.
545. Giving myself grace to sit on the couch and rest and read (a treat and a rarity).
546. Long talks on the phone with my hubby.
547. An affectionate husband who loves to cuddle.
548. The smell of white T-shirts.
549. Ashley who tells every.single.detail of a story no matter how big or how little - just like her Mama.
550. Hanna telling me she wished I was going to be at VBS this year.
551. Hanna expressing her heart over me going to Uganda. I'm so glad she is telling me her feelings. She normally keeps them bottled up.
552. "The Hole in the Gospel" and all God is teaching me through it.
553. "1000 Gifts" and all God is teaching me through it.
554. Memorizing God's word.
555. Walking in His forgiveness and not guilt and condemnation.
556. Not being rushed or in a hurry in Lowes and looking through all the seeds with the kids that we want to plant this year.
557. The sound of rain.
558. The smell of rain.
559. A no makeup or get ready day.
560. The warmth of clothes from the dryer.
561. A restored relationship with my sister.
562. Reading in "The Hole in the Gospel" some of the very things the Lord taught me in Guyana. Really neat to read about those same things in a book.. . . the power of the great teacher. . . the Holy Spirit.
562. Jon picking up dinner.
563. Many, many talks about the Lord with Jon.
564. How Jon loves me.
565. Laughter. . . oh laughter.
566. I love to laugh so much it deserves a double praise.
567. Peace while in the midst of the storm, knowing all the while it may get even more turbulent.
568. A sweet afternoon spent with my precious friend, Kim.
569. Feet on the sofa.
570. Transparency.
571. Freedom.
572. Chains falling off.
573. Encouragement of girlfriends.
574. Rejoicing with others.
575. Mourning with others.
576. Time flying.
577. Time slowing down.
578. My van is back from the body shop. I'm so thankful to have Sally (Hanna named her) back. She looks great!
579. Watching Alec and his survival self in the yard.
580. Hearing Alec play his guitar.
Tuesday, April 17, 2012
Catching Glimpses
Jon shared this quote with me. I'm sure I'm going to butcher it somewhat, but it was something to the effect of - sometimes the Lord will give you glimpses and show you the fruit of those you invest in. . . not too much though to ensure that you don't do what you do for the wrong reasons. I'm sure that is cut up, broken up, butchered up, etc., but you get the point.
I've been working on this post for quite a while. When I'd catch a glimpse, I'd type it out. Here are some glimpses that God has shown me in how He is working in the heart of my children.
**For Valentines day, we gave our kids Chick-fil-A gift cards. One day we had the "other" Hendrix girls with us and my girls asked if we could go and spend them. Hanna told me she was going to use her gift card for KJ. When I asked Maemae what kind of shake she wanted (I was going to pay for hers). She said, "I already told Hanna I want a vanilla shake." I looked at Hanna and said, "Were you going to buy Maemae one too?" Hanna shook her head yes. This took all the money on her gift card, and she wouldn't have any money to get herself a milkshake. Melted my heart into pieces. (I bought Hanna a milkshake). Her sweet, sacrificial love for others just warms my heart. Thank you, Lord, for allowing me to catch that glimpse.
**During basketball practice all the girls were shooting baskets. There weren't enough balls to go around, so Hanna went up to her teammate, gave her her ball, and kept walking. She wasn't showing or announcing her good deed like, "Here you can have my ball." She just gave quietly without wanting any praise (even a thank you) from anyone. Such humility. Thank you, Lord, for allowing me to catch that glimpse.
I've been working on this post for quite a while. When I'd catch a glimpse, I'd type it out. Here are some glimpses that God has shown me in how He is working in the heart of my children.
**For Valentines day, we gave our kids Chick-fil-A gift cards. One day we had the "other" Hendrix girls with us and my girls asked if we could go and spend them. Hanna told me she was going to use her gift card for KJ. When I asked Maemae what kind of shake she wanted (I was going to pay for hers). She said, "I already told Hanna I want a vanilla shake." I looked at Hanna and said, "Were you going to buy Maemae one too?" Hanna shook her head yes. This took all the money on her gift card, and she wouldn't have any money to get herself a milkshake. Melted my heart into pieces. (I bought Hanna a milkshake). Her sweet, sacrificial love for others just warms my heart. Thank you, Lord, for allowing me to catch that glimpse.
**During basketball practice all the girls were shooting baskets. There weren't enough balls to go around, so Hanna went up to her teammate, gave her her ball, and kept walking. She wasn't showing or announcing her good deed like, "Here you can have my ball." She just gave quietly without wanting any praise (even a thank you) from anyone. Such humility. Thank you, Lord, for allowing me to catch that glimpse.
**Once a month our church takes communion. My children know the importance of this, and this isn't some "grape juice and cracker" event. In fact, we talk about taking communion in any unworthy manner and what that means. After church that day Alec was clearly angry about something. He told me he saw all of these little kids just taking communion like a snack and his friend beside him was coloring on a piece of paper. . . not taking this sacred sacrament serious at all. Alec said he passed the cup because he knew he had sin in his heart. . . his anger over the way others treated it. Thank you, Lord, for allowing me to catch that glimpse.
**One day I overheard Alec talking about how salvation isn't about our works. It's about humility. I was so thankful that at such a young age he knows this. Thank you, Lord, for allowing me to catch that glimpse.
**The other day Alec and I had a conversation about his future. He is talking about private sector security (not like Mall Cop. . . I already asked him *grin*). He was telling me they make about $80,000 a year. He then said, "Mom, can you imagine me as a single guy making that much money. I could live off $30,000 and give the rest for missions." Thank you Lord for allowing me to catch that glimpse.
**The other day Alec and I had a conversation about his future. He is talking about private sector security (not like Mall Cop. . . I already asked him *grin*). He was telling me they make about $80,000 a year. He then said, "Mom, can you imagine me as a single guy making that much money. I could live off $30,000 and give the rest for missions." Thank you Lord for allowing me to catch that glimpse.
**There is this little girl at church who didn't have any friends. In fact, when she was in school she would pay people not to bully her. My sweet Ash befriended this little girl. She just didn't say, "Hey, how are you?" She actually is her friend!!! At different times different adults have approached me at church and commented to me about this. I didn't tell Ash because I don't want her being this little girl's friend for the praise of man. One day we picked her up to take her to a birthday party that they were both invited to. Ashley talked to her in the sweetest voice. It was such a precious moment. Jon picked them up that night and took the girl back home. He later commented to me about just how sweet Ashley was to her. . . a sincere sweet, not a "look at me" (which we've caught her doing before). Thank you, Lord, for allowing me to catch that glimpse.
**Ash spent all of money to buy each person in our family a Valentine's Day gift. I offered to buy the things for her. She wouldn't let me. Thank you, Lord, for allowing me to catch that glimpse.
**Same thing at Chick-fil-A as Hanna, Ash spent her V-day gift card on her friend, Maddie. Thank you, Lord, for allowing me to catch that glimpse.
**Ash made some money at a yard sale we recently had. I saw her pull out her wallet to tithe at church. Thank you, Lord, for allowing me to catch that glimpse.
**Hanna was selling cake balls at the yard sale. She kept bugging me about taking her to get more ingredients. I was a little frustrated with all I had to do. She said to me, "Mama I want to get more ingredients because I want to send the money I earn from my cake balls to you to Uganda to help people." Thank you, Lord, for allowing me to catch that glimpse.
**Ash and Hanna are currently collaborating together to save their money for a friend and buy her something special she herself has been saving for. Thank you, Lord, for allowing me to catch that glimpse.
**Just today Ash found out she wasn't invited to a birthday party with a girl she has been friends with since she was 4 or 5 years old. She's not quite sure why. The friend who told her of this said, "She said that you are mean to her." This came as a shock to Ashley that her friend would say this. As we were talking about it, I told Ash that I would get in touch her mom and just see if there was a problem or if she'd done something to hurt her friend in some way. Ash told me, "No, Mama, it doesn't matter. Because no matter how she treats me, I still need to treat her like Jesus would. I'm going to buy her a present and give it to her next week." I hugged my girl tight. I know her heart is hurting, yet she still wants to be like Him. I then told her I would buy the present. She told me no, that she wanted to buy it. Thank you, Lord, for allowing me to catch that glimpse.
**Ash and Hanna are currently collaborating together to save their money for a friend and buy her something special she herself has been saving for. Thank you, Lord, for allowing me to catch that glimpse.
**Just today Ash found out she wasn't invited to a birthday party with a girl she has been friends with since she was 4 or 5 years old. She's not quite sure why. The friend who told her of this said, "She said that you are mean to her." This came as a shock to Ashley that her friend would say this. As we were talking about it, I told Ash that I would get in touch her mom and just see if there was a problem or if she'd done something to hurt her friend in some way. Ash told me, "No, Mama, it doesn't matter. Because no matter how she treats me, I still need to treat her like Jesus would. I'm going to buy her a present and give it to her next week." I hugged my girl tight. I know her heart is hurting, yet she still wants to be like Him. I then told her I would buy the present. She told me no, that she wanted to buy it. Thank you, Lord, for allowing me to catch that glimpse.
Monday, April 16, 2012
What do Mrs. Wells, vanilla chai lattes, pow-wows, deleting a phone contact, and Scooby Doo all have in Common
Okay, if I gave you this clue and played a game of hangman with you. . . do you think you could guess what all of the above have in common?
Well, maybe not hangman, but I'll start out with some clues.
Mrs. Wells- I can still remember her face, vaguely her voice, definitely her classroom. She taught me both Algebra and Trigonometry in high school. She had the personality of a librarian (boring), but could teach Math like nobody's business. Everyday she would go over our new work, problem after problem after problem. We would be assigned our homework. The next day she we would check our answers and go over every.single.problem everyone missed! Although at times this was boring, and you'd think about certain people, "How in the world did they get that one wrong?", she really taught a girl who loves reading and history how to do Math, and I actually made As. Let's fast forward to almost 20 years later (YIKES!), with my son having gone through pre-algebra 3, yes 3, times. . . I decided instead of letting a computer teach him, instead of throwing out my "I've learned my Math and paid my dues. I'm not learning it again." "Remember, Alec, you have a working AND homeschooling mother. I don't have the time most moms do." Bless his heart, he's heard it all. So every.single.day Alec and I do math together, and I'm relearning pre-algebra. I'm going to be a Math genius before this whole thing is over. Actually I'm really enjoying our time together. Somedays I'm frustrated, but most days we laugh and tease one another. Since I only have a little over three years left with him, I'm sure I will look back on this time with fond memories. So, the way I'm teaching him? Just like Mrs. Wells taught me. . . except I hope I have a lot more personality that she did and my boobs don't look like torpedoes.
Vanilla Chai lattes - So Ash can no longer understand her Saxon math guy either. Don't bet your life on thinking I believe this one iota, but she loves her mama like nobody's business and I know she will do anything for any time with me, so I caved. Today, we were sitting down at the kitchen table with her math. She and I both were frustrated with one another. Actually I don't think math had anything to do with it. However, I told her to let me fix her a Vanilla Chai latte. . . that would make both of us happy. . . and it did. . . until she spilled hers. . . and then, I smiled and we fixed her another one. I told her a spill was due today because I was going to mop. Every.single.time I mop someone spills something. I told her at least she did it BEFORE I mopped rather than later. I hoped this lightened her moody mood.
Pow-wows. . . After the real estate client that I almost quit real estate totally over, I went in today and got my commission check. My broker is the best. He told me he thought he was going to have to have a pow-wow with me and tell me this is the first bad client I've ever had and probably ever will have. . . that I was a good agent and to not let this one bad experience stop me. I had already gotten over the height of the emotion over the whole thing, but I was grateful Bill cared enough to be concerned about my feelings.
Deleting a phone contact. . . well, as I took the key to my client, Hanna said, "Mom, can I delete his name off your phone after this?" To which I replied, "Sure baby. I'll give you the honors." I gave the key to his sweet wife, who, by the way, when I saw her, I hugged her neck, and she said, "Please don't hate us." I don't. I'm just glad this whole thing is over. The kiddos and I got in the car, I pulled up his name, and gave Hanna my phone to which she deleted him. I never have to answer his calls again!!!!!!!!!! Man, I felt like a 20-pound boulder was lifted off my shoulders. As I put my check in the mail today I told Jon, "Now that I'm getting paid, it was worth it. Friday, it was not worth it. Today, however, it is."
Scooby Doo. . . Hanna asked me today if when I had time if I would sit down and snuggle with her. So my mopping still hasn't been done, but loving on Hanna has. She wanted us to watch Scooby Doo. It's the new ones. I chuckled when Freddie talked about downloading aps to his smart phone. It's just not the same. Not the same at all.
Okay, any guesses, as to what these all have in common?
My Monday.
Go ahead and say it, "She's such a dork."
I know. I know.
Well, maybe not hangman, but I'll start out with some clues.
Mrs. Wells- I can still remember her face, vaguely her voice, definitely her classroom. She taught me both Algebra and Trigonometry in high school. She had the personality of a librarian (boring), but could teach Math like nobody's business. Everyday she would go over our new work, problem after problem after problem. We would be assigned our homework. The next day she we would check our answers and go over every.single.problem everyone missed! Although at times this was boring, and you'd think about certain people, "How in the world did they get that one wrong?", she really taught a girl who loves reading and history how to do Math, and I actually made As. Let's fast forward to almost 20 years later (YIKES!), with my son having gone through pre-algebra 3, yes 3, times. . . I decided instead of letting a computer teach him, instead of throwing out my "I've learned my Math and paid my dues. I'm not learning it again." "Remember, Alec, you have a working AND homeschooling mother. I don't have the time most moms do." Bless his heart, he's heard it all. So every.single.day Alec and I do math together, and I'm relearning pre-algebra. I'm going to be a Math genius before this whole thing is over. Actually I'm really enjoying our time together. Somedays I'm frustrated, but most days we laugh and tease one another. Since I only have a little over three years left with him, I'm sure I will look back on this time with fond memories. So, the way I'm teaching him? Just like Mrs. Wells taught me. . . except I hope I have a lot more personality that she did and my boobs don't look like torpedoes.
Vanilla Chai lattes - So Ash can no longer understand her Saxon math guy either. Don't bet your life on thinking I believe this one iota, but she loves her mama like nobody's business and I know she will do anything for any time with me, so I caved. Today, we were sitting down at the kitchen table with her math. She and I both were frustrated with one another. Actually I don't think math had anything to do with it. However, I told her to let me fix her a Vanilla Chai latte. . . that would make both of us happy. . . and it did. . . until she spilled hers. . . and then, I smiled and we fixed her another one. I told her a spill was due today because I was going to mop. Every.single.time I mop someone spills something. I told her at least she did it BEFORE I mopped rather than later. I hoped this lightened her moody mood.
Pow-wows. . . After the real estate client that I almost quit real estate totally over, I went in today and got my commission check. My broker is the best. He told me he thought he was going to have to have a pow-wow with me and tell me this is the first bad client I've ever had and probably ever will have. . . that I was a good agent and to not let this one bad experience stop me. I had already gotten over the height of the emotion over the whole thing, but I was grateful Bill cared enough to be concerned about my feelings.
Deleting a phone contact. . . well, as I took the key to my client, Hanna said, "Mom, can I delete his name off your phone after this?" To which I replied, "Sure baby. I'll give you the honors." I gave the key to his sweet wife, who, by the way, when I saw her, I hugged her neck, and she said, "Please don't hate us." I don't. I'm just glad this whole thing is over. The kiddos and I got in the car, I pulled up his name, and gave Hanna my phone to which she deleted him. I never have to answer his calls again!!!!!!!!!! Man, I felt like a 20-pound boulder was lifted off my shoulders. As I put my check in the mail today I told Jon, "Now that I'm getting paid, it was worth it. Friday, it was not worth it. Today, however, it is."
Scooby Doo. . . Hanna asked me today if when I had time if I would sit down and snuggle with her. So my mopping still hasn't been done, but loving on Hanna has. She wanted us to watch Scooby Doo. It's the new ones. I chuckled when Freddie talked about downloading aps to his smart phone. It's just not the same. Not the same at all.
Okay, any guesses, as to what these all have in common?
My Monday.
Go ahead and say it, "She's such a dork."
I know. I know.
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