Ending this month on a study note.
Catching up on some of my homework for my Bible Study class. Thought I would take a quick break and wrap the month up.
Got the car fixed today.
It "broked" the other day.
And left me stranded on the side of the interstate.
Twice.
(Granted, it wasn't planned... but hey - at least that part is over, right?)
Killed a bazillion gnat/fly bugs today.
Talked to the hubs, and it sounds like he's getting sick.
That's my day in a nutshell.
July wasn't nearly as random. God is teaching me patience and purposefulness. Neither of which are the most fun lessons to learn, but both are necessary. This month has been about learning a little more about what it means to be "grown up" to "have a plan" and to see how much sense having a plan really, really is. Two things are squatting on my brain land: one is God's perspective. (still trying to think of what He's trying to teach me here...) and the other is about planning and preparing for whatever lies ahead. Suddenly, planning and being prepared for the future and the unexpected has moved a long from packing my favorite pictures, books and stuffed animals in a walmart bag and leaving them by the door for easy access in case of a tornado or house fire. (Yes, I really did that.) Adults really have too much on their brains. "What if I die?" "What if you die?" "What if we have a kid?" "What if I get sick?" "What if you get sick?" "What if one of us loses our job?" "What if both of us lose our jobs?" 'What if something happens to the house?" "What if something happens to the car?" *pause here and raise eyebrow*
I'm learning to say "No." to the pair of shoes that will wear out in a month - and "Yes" to adding a little more to a savings account or to paying a little extra on a bill.
(Just think: bill #1: $$$$$ bill #2: $$$$ bill#3 $$$. Being debt free by thirty: priceless. And for all you skeptics out there: Oh yeah, it's totally do-able. "You can't have no in your heart!!!")
Do you realize that we're over half-way through 2012?!
Wow, time flies. By this time, I always thought that me and Ben would be thinking about babies. I'm just trying to think up a weekly cleaning schedule that works. (Will I ever find one?!!?!)
I'm so glad for God's timing.
Forgive the randomness.
Tuesday, July 31, 2012
Monday, July 30, 2012
pushing my way to appreciation
We have a beautiful little white house.
We live on a scenic highway.
Our grass is something to behold.
I know we must get on our neighbors nerves... she cuts grass at least twice a week.
We cut grass maybe twice a month.
and that's a big maybe.
Like most young couples, we're not rolling in money.
When we bought our house, a lawnmower was generously given to us - and we are VERY thankful.
Now, as thankful as we are... this lawnmower is older. It's a push mower and no, it is in no way shape or form self propelled.
It's hard work.
But I know that we're saving money using it.
I'm building muscles using it.
I'm learning some very important lessons from this little mower.
Cutting grass was always my time to think. (It also gives me time to talk to myself where no one can hear. Sometimes talking out loud helps me think better.) So I've never minded cutting grass.
Sadly, some of those times my thinking got rather deep and I didn't pay the best attention.
One particular time, I was letting two trains of thought run through my mind. First train: the boy I liked at the time. Yes, I was daydreaming. Second: I was thinking about how impressed my Dad (and the boy I liked) would be at my grass cutting skills... especially when my Dad came home and saw how close I was able to get to the house with our riding lawnmower.
Unfortunately, I did not take into count the fact that while the grass stopped a foot away from the edge of the house, I still had 2 feet of lawnmower in front of the blades.
To say that I wrecked would be an understatement.
I literally broke a piece of the house. (I never was one for the 'turtle' speed...)
That dream I had of showing my Dad how close I came to the house came true... but not exactly the way I had planned it out.
Today, I got some thinking in.
Luckily the only thing I ran over -or into- was a mouse.
Euw.
Poor mouse.
We live on a scenic highway.
Our grass is something to behold.
I know we must get on our neighbors nerves... she cuts grass at least twice a week.
We cut grass maybe twice a month.
and that's a big maybe.
Like most young couples, we're not rolling in money.
When we bought our house, a lawnmower was generously given to us - and we are VERY thankful.
Now, as thankful as we are... this lawnmower is older. It's a push mower and no, it is in no way shape or form self propelled.
It's hard work.
But I know that we're saving money using it.
I'm building muscles using it.
I'm learning some very important lessons from this little mower.
Cutting grass was always my time to think. (It also gives me time to talk to myself where no one can hear. Sometimes talking out loud helps me think better.) So I've never minded cutting grass.
Sadly, some of those times my thinking got rather deep and I didn't pay the best attention.
One particular time, I was letting two trains of thought run through my mind. First train: the boy I liked at the time. Yes, I was daydreaming. Second: I was thinking about how impressed my Dad (and the boy I liked) would be at my grass cutting skills... especially when my Dad came home and saw how close I was able to get to the house with our riding lawnmower.
Unfortunately, I did not take into count the fact that while the grass stopped a foot away from the edge of the house, I still had 2 feet of lawnmower in front of the blades.
To say that I wrecked would be an understatement.
I literally broke a piece of the house. (I never was one for the 'turtle' speed...)
That dream I had of showing my Dad how close I came to the house came true... but not exactly the way I had planned it out.
Today, I got some thinking in.
Luckily the only thing I ran over -or into- was a mouse.
Euw.
Poor mouse.
Saturday, July 28, 2012
No Boys Allowed!
You know, if God had given us a choice before we were born and laid out all of the pro's and con's of each sex - I wonder how many of 'us females' would have excitedly jumped up and down and said: "Girl, Girl, Girl, Girl Girl! I wanna be a GIRL!!!!" (I'm sorry, but I might have to had to think about it for a minute... lol)
Our hair will always be harder to fix.
When we have to potty, peeing on a bush or off of the front porch is not the easiest option.
We're all familiar with dresses and high heels. (Blessing and a curse...)
We live in a society in which it is encouraged to wear makeup - which, if you still want to look normal while wearing it, you must become some sort of artist... (which I've discovered that boys now think that 'normal' is what we look like when we're wearing makeup... I didn't wear any the other day and I had a guy come in and ask rather worriedly: "Are you okay?!?!)
Then, right in the middle of it all - there's that THING. (Yeah, you know what I'm talking about - we've all got a name for it, I'd tell you mine but for the sake of the fact that I don't know who's reading this, I'm just going to keep it simple and not tell.)
Oh yeah, and I almost forgot! You start to grow "boobs" Either you have too much or you don't have any at all, but at the start they are ALWAYS too big and too awkward. Even much later, they can be a hassle - but on the bright side, they're also convenient carry-around personal hand warmers!
There's the drama with friends, enemies, and the dreaded 'frienemies.'
There's stress brought on my having to face the shame of buying bras, pads and tampons... (Do you remember the first time you had to do it instead of getting your mom to do it for you??? Most of us looked suspiciously like shoplifters - who were horrible at shoplifting.)
There's stress brought on by trying to weigh 105lbs (While having boobs that weigh 40lbs).
Oh then there's stress brought on by boys. (Now, there is a strange creature.) One of the most annoying things is the fact of knowing that sometimes (I didn't say all of the time) they just have it so easy! I get so angry EVERY Sunday morning. From the moment of waking up, I need at least an hour to get ready. The hubs? Oh, I wake him up after I've been getting ready for 30 minutes. He hops up, takes a shower (5 minutes) Dries his hair with a towel (30 seconds) brushes his teeth and puts on his clothes (10 minutes if he can't find the right pair of pants or shirt). Then he grabs a freeze pop, plops down on the couch, turns on the TV and says something that REALLY ticks me off: "I'm ready whenever you are." (He's also the one one everyone walks up to and says: "You know, you have the prettiest eyelashes!" Seriously?? For real though, the man does have some to-die-for lashes.)
Oh, but it doesn't get any easier as you get older. I've heard people say: "Men get better with age..." Who cares if they get a little gray or a wrinkle here or there? It makes them look 'distinguished.' It does not work that way for women. Our clothes will quit being 'hot' and suddenly become un-sexy. Weight goes up - height and boobs go down. Wrinkles and age spots appear. (Our hair changes too, but thank the good Lord that can be taken care of rather easily.)
And all of that is just the basic stuff.
Would I change the fact that I am a girl? Heck no! I love being a girl! Is being a girl difficult? YES. Even though it's difficult, there are also so many blessings and fun things that only a girl can understand. (I mean how wonderful are Grandma's??? Have you ever heard some boys and men talk about how much they love and how wonderful their Mom's are??? What about 'Girl's night?' This list could also go on and on...)
Plus, God loves us. I mean, he created us as a gift for mankind. (Not something to be used - someone to be treasured.)
And in a world dominated by men, God used some very special women to work in big ways in His story! I figure that God must think we're something special if he decided to make us girls. The world just wouldn't function right without us!
Plus, it probably would not be nearly as pretty - or clean.
In order to keep this from being a mile long, I'll continue my ramblings on this subject later. :)
Our hair will always be harder to fix.
When we have to potty, peeing on a bush or off of the front porch is not the easiest option.
We're all familiar with dresses and high heels. (Blessing and a curse...)
We live in a society in which it is encouraged to wear makeup - which, if you still want to look normal while wearing it, you must become some sort of artist... (which I've discovered that boys now think that 'normal' is what we look like when we're wearing makeup... I didn't wear any the other day and I had a guy come in and ask rather worriedly: "Are you okay?!?!)
Then, right in the middle of it all - there's that THING. (Yeah, you know what I'm talking about - we've all got a name for it, I'd tell you mine but for the sake of the fact that I don't know who's reading this, I'm just going to keep it simple and not tell.)
Oh yeah, and I almost forgot! You start to grow "boobs" Either you have too much or you don't have any at all, but at the start they are ALWAYS too big and too awkward. Even much later, they can be a hassle - but on the bright side, they're also convenient carry-around personal hand warmers!
There's the drama with friends, enemies, and the dreaded 'frienemies.'
There's stress brought on my having to face the shame of buying bras, pads and tampons... (Do you remember the first time you had to do it instead of getting your mom to do it for you??? Most of us looked suspiciously like shoplifters - who were horrible at shoplifting.)
There's stress brought on by trying to weigh 105lbs (While having boobs that weigh 40lbs).
Oh then there's stress brought on by boys. (Now, there is a strange creature.) One of the most annoying things is the fact of knowing that sometimes (I didn't say all of the time) they just have it so easy! I get so angry EVERY Sunday morning. From the moment of waking up, I need at least an hour to get ready. The hubs? Oh, I wake him up after I've been getting ready for 30 minutes. He hops up, takes a shower (5 minutes) Dries his hair with a towel (30 seconds) brushes his teeth and puts on his clothes (10 minutes if he can't find the right pair of pants or shirt). Then he grabs a freeze pop, plops down on the couch, turns on the TV and says something that REALLY ticks me off: "I'm ready whenever you are." (He's also the one one everyone walks up to and says: "You know, you have the prettiest eyelashes!" Seriously?? For real though, the man does have some to-die-for lashes.)
Oh, but it doesn't get any easier as you get older. I've heard people say: "Men get better with age..." Who cares if they get a little gray or a wrinkle here or there? It makes them look 'distinguished.' It does not work that way for women. Our clothes will quit being 'hot' and suddenly become un-sexy. Weight goes up - height and boobs go down. Wrinkles and age spots appear. (Our hair changes too, but thank the good Lord that can be taken care of rather easily.)
And all of that is just the basic stuff.
Would I change the fact that I am a girl? Heck no! I love being a girl! Is being a girl difficult? YES. Even though it's difficult, there are also so many blessings and fun things that only a girl can understand. (I mean how wonderful are Grandma's??? Have you ever heard some boys and men talk about how much they love and how wonderful their Mom's are??? What about 'Girl's night?' This list could also go on and on...)
Plus, God loves us. I mean, he created us as a gift for mankind. (Not something to be used - someone to be treasured.)
And in a world dominated by men, God used some very special women to work in big ways in His story! I figure that God must think we're something special if he decided to make us girls. The world just wouldn't function right without us!
Plus, it probably would not be nearly as pretty - or clean.
In order to keep this from being a mile long, I'll continue my ramblings on this subject later. :)
Tuesday, July 24, 2012
And how does that make them related to Elmer?
I started fighting a toothache last night. It has progressively gotten worse. Irritable is not the word that would describe how cranky I am right now. I am almost ready to show up at the dentist unannounced and demand that they rip these teeth out of my head.
Dentures wouldn't be that bad...
Sometimes I'm very aware of how new-to-town I still am. People really take for granted the fact that they know a place forward and backward. They take for granted that they know everyone and their business. I promise, (even after 5 years) you notice when you awkwardly realize you're the only person who doesn't have a clue where the old Ingles used to be or how Larry's mother's brother-in-law is related to Suzie's sister's second cousin who is related to Jimmy by a second marriage and how all of that is supposed to tell you who Laurie is.
In the past week, I can name numerous times when I meant to say something - and it sounded okay in my head - and it came out ALL wrong. Nothing is more embarrassing than... well, embarrassing yourself. I've been working on getting it right all my life. Apparently, I haven't perfected public embarrassment yet, because I'm still practicing. (Nothing like the sensation you get as you're falling face first into a pile of the cow pooh of shame.) What's worse? I'm still at the stage where everyone is still very impressionable as to who I am. During this time, it's a very tricky thing to open your mouth and let words come out. For one: It's very hard for me to do around new people. Seconds? When I get nervous, what I mean to say comes out ALL wrong - and it makes me sound dumb, conceited, jerkish, awkward, etc. etc. Thirds? I am fully aware of the fact that whatever I say will probably be burned into these people's minds forever... which makes first impressions super scary. (Seconds and Thirds scare the crap out of me too.) Who do these people think that I am? The awkward home-school girl? The loud obnoxious one? The ditz? The snob? As people, we try to put each other into these boxes. The fact that you never know who's putting you in which box is extra scary when you're still the new girl. What if someone puts you in a bad box before they even get to know you? What if they convince everyone else that they should put you into that box also? What if they're right? What if you really belong in one of those boxes?
It's difficult to remember, (but remember I must) that I don't belong into ANY box. (And you don't either.) The ONLY one that can define me is God. Who He says that I am is all that matters. And He says that I am HIS. I am LOVED. I am ADORED. I am FREE.
Being the "new girl" has never been easy for me. Making friends? Not my specialty.
But if I can say nothing else, it sure strengthens my friendship with Jesus. He loves me through my awkward moments. And since He actually knows my whole story, He can smile and laugh about those moments with me - even when it seems like there is no one else who can.
*Disclaimer: I am in NO WAY saying that I regret moving. I do NOT wish to move back to where I came from. I am NOT homesick and I still LOVE my husband with all of my heart. I feel that this is where I'm supposed to be. I'm just saying my husband and I work odd shifts and being new is more noticeable when you're in a quiet house with no one but the cats for company. LOL*
Dentures wouldn't be that bad...
Sometimes I'm very aware of how new-to-town I still am. People really take for granted the fact that they know a place forward and backward. They take for granted that they know everyone and their business. I promise, (even after 5 years) you notice when you awkwardly realize you're the only person who doesn't have a clue where the old Ingles used to be or how Larry's mother's brother-in-law is related to Suzie's sister's second cousin who is related to Jimmy by a second marriage and how all of that is supposed to tell you who Laurie is.
In the past week, I can name numerous times when I meant to say something - and it sounded okay in my head - and it came out ALL wrong. Nothing is more embarrassing than... well, embarrassing yourself. I've been working on getting it right all my life. Apparently, I haven't perfected public embarrassment yet, because I'm still practicing. (Nothing like the sensation you get as you're falling face first into a pile of the cow pooh of shame.) What's worse? I'm still at the stage where everyone is still very impressionable as to who I am. During this time, it's a very tricky thing to open your mouth and let words come out. For one: It's very hard for me to do around new people. Seconds? When I get nervous, what I mean to say comes out ALL wrong - and it makes me sound dumb, conceited, jerkish, awkward, etc. etc. Thirds? I am fully aware of the fact that whatever I say will probably be burned into these people's minds forever... which makes first impressions super scary. (Seconds and Thirds scare the crap out of me too.) Who do these people think that I am? The awkward home-school girl? The loud obnoxious one? The ditz? The snob? As people, we try to put each other into these boxes. The fact that you never know who's putting you in which box is extra scary when you're still the new girl. What if someone puts you in a bad box before they even get to know you? What if they convince everyone else that they should put you into that box also? What if they're right? What if you really belong in one of those boxes?
It's difficult to remember, (but remember I must) that I don't belong into ANY box. (And you don't either.) The ONLY one that can define me is God. Who He says that I am is all that matters. And He says that I am HIS. I am LOVED. I am ADORED. I am FREE.
Being the "new girl" has never been easy for me. Making friends? Not my specialty.
But if I can say nothing else, it sure strengthens my friendship with Jesus. He loves me through my awkward moments. And since He actually knows my whole story, He can smile and laugh about those moments with me - even when it seems like there is no one else who can.
*Disclaimer: I am in NO WAY saying that I regret moving. I do NOT wish to move back to where I came from. I am NOT homesick and I still LOVE my husband with all of my heart. I feel that this is where I'm supposed to be. I'm just saying my husband and I work odd shifts and being new is more noticeable when you're in a quiet house with no one but the cats for company. LOL*
Monday, July 23, 2012
I'm too tired to go to bed
I feel like a cooked noodle.
I should probably be heading to bed right now, seeing how tired I am. Unfortunately, I cannot seem to force myself off of the couch. I had big plans for the night. I had a to-do list as long as my arm. I got a good bit of it done, but not nearly as much as I wanted to get done. It always seems to work that way - I get a lot done, but I know I really could have accomplished so much more.
How do some women do it all???
I want to write more... but let's face it: It's Monday.
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I should probably be heading to bed right now, seeing how tired I am. Unfortunately, I cannot seem to force myself off of the couch. I had big plans for the night. I had a to-do list as long as my arm. I got a good bit of it done, but not nearly as much as I wanted to get done. It always seems to work that way - I get a lot done, but I know I really could have accomplished so much more.
How do some women do it all???
I want to write more... but let's face it: It's Monday.
Friday, July 20, 2012
Bright Spots in Dark Days
I'll be honest, yesterday was no 'Sunshine and Daisy's' day.
I was aggravated - discouraged - down.
I managed to mumb-bumble through it.
I still wasn't feeling it this morning.
Especially when I stumbled my way into the bathroom, squinted through eyes that refused to open all of the way, and spotted a single, bright, shiny gray streak lying right on top of the uber-dark mop I call hair.
My eyes finally finished opening.
There was no denying it.
It wasn't blond. It wasn't a trick of the light. It wasn't even half-gray.
From root to tip, it stood out like a pus filled zit on a supermodel.
I spent some time considering how to fix this problem. But my thoughts moved on from there: now that gray's are starting to rear their heads, I should probably start breaking out the wrinkle creams... (an ounce of prevention is worth a pound of cure, you know.) they could already be starting and I just haven't noticed - and wrinkles and sagging skin are a lot harder to get rid of than a gray hair.
I've only been married a year.
Everyone says I looks 15.
So does this mean I'm going to jump from looking 15 straight to 59 and miss the part where I actually get to look like a woman in my 20's!!?
I'm never even going to get the chance to look sexy for my husband!!!! People will go from thinking that I'm his kid sister to his Mother!!!
I moped my way to work and got everything cranked up and running for the day. While I was sitting there with my Charlie Brown going on, I noticed a truck pulling by slowly.
My thought: "Oh no... a customer already. I'm still recovering from the train wreck that was yesterday; I haven't had any sort of coffee/tea AND I discovered a gray hair. I need to smile. Lord, I can't smile. Help me smile."
When the man came in, I managed a smile (by the grace of God) and said good morning. (It wasn't his fault I wasn't running 100%. I didn't want to ruin anyone else's day by wallering in my mully-grubs.) The first thing out of his mouth was "Wow, now that's a pretty smile first thing in the morning!" (And he wasn't being sarcastic! He was serious - and no, he wasn't hitting on me! He was just giving a compliment.) I chatted with him for a little while and it was the most enjoyable and encouraging conversation! At one point he said "You know, your parents must be very proud, you're a wonderful young woman and you can tell you're a Christian. I mean that as a compliment." and I took it as a compliment. I told him thank you and that it was wonderful to hear that. He said "Well, maybe God wanted me to come here today to tell you that - you never know."
God knew - and He knew I'd understand just the message He was sending.
Perfect timing as always.
Peace, love, and a few extra bright rays of love
I was aggravated - discouraged - down.
I managed to mumb-bumble through it.
I still wasn't feeling it this morning.
Especially when I stumbled my way into the bathroom, squinted through eyes that refused to open all of the way, and spotted a single, bright, shiny gray streak lying right on top of the uber-dark mop I call hair.
My eyes finally finished opening.
There was no denying it.
It wasn't blond. It wasn't a trick of the light. It wasn't even half-gray.
From root to tip, it stood out like a pus filled zit on a supermodel.
I spent some time considering how to fix this problem. But my thoughts moved on from there: now that gray's are starting to rear their heads, I should probably start breaking out the wrinkle creams... (an ounce of prevention is worth a pound of cure, you know.) they could already be starting and I just haven't noticed - and wrinkles and sagging skin are a lot harder to get rid of than a gray hair.
I've only been married a year.
Everyone says I looks 15.
So does this mean I'm going to jump from looking 15 straight to 59 and miss the part where I actually get to look like a woman in my 20's!!?
I'm never even going to get the chance to look sexy for my husband!!!! People will go from thinking that I'm his kid sister to his Mother!!!
I moped my way to work and got everything cranked up and running for the day. While I was sitting there with my Charlie Brown going on, I noticed a truck pulling by slowly.
My thought: "Oh no... a customer already. I'm still recovering from the train wreck that was yesterday; I haven't had any sort of coffee/tea AND I discovered a gray hair. I need to smile. Lord, I can't smile. Help me smile."
When the man came in, I managed a smile (by the grace of God) and said good morning. (It wasn't his fault I wasn't running 100%. I didn't want to ruin anyone else's day by wallering in my mully-grubs.) The first thing out of his mouth was "Wow, now that's a pretty smile first thing in the morning!" (And he wasn't being sarcastic! He was serious - and no, he wasn't hitting on me! He was just giving a compliment.) I chatted with him for a little while and it was the most enjoyable and encouraging conversation! At one point he said "You know, your parents must be very proud, you're a wonderful young woman and you can tell you're a Christian. I mean that as a compliment." and I took it as a compliment. I told him thank you and that it was wonderful to hear that. He said "Well, maybe God wanted me to come here today to tell you that - you never know."
God knew - and He knew I'd understand just the message He was sending.
Perfect timing as always.
Peace, love, and a few extra bright rays of love
Thursday, July 19, 2012
I've grown accustomed to your face...
Tension. Passion. Excitement. Nervousness.
Sound like a bad stomach virus?
Nope.
Most people live their lives for these feelings: Young love.
Nothing like those moments... the first glance, the first steps across the dance floor, the first touch. Those tender moments of conception.
In fact, too many are too enamoured with these feelings... so much so that they miss out on the beautiful gift that was intended.
"Romance" wasn't just intended to be what I wrote about above. No, true romance takes place AFTER all of that.
Don't get me wrong, it's all a part.
But what can compare to what young love will give birth to, if given the time to grow?
Like a tree growing through the years and the weather.
A child learning to walk.
It takes time.
It takes struggles.
It takes understanding.
It takes patience.
It takes determination.
It takes commitment.
Facing it all.
Together.
Standing in front of the building storms.
Together.
Knowing with only a touch and a look: "We have this: Together."
And the beautiful, sacred, and individual language... the tenderness, the looks, and the touches... all that is created after weathering those storms...
Oh! Now THAT... That is Romance.
What a masterpiece.
What a beautiful dance.
What a breathtaking picture.
What a lovely thing to behold.
Sound like a bad stomach virus?
Nope.
Most people live their lives for these feelings: Young love.
Nothing like those moments... the first glance, the first steps across the dance floor, the first touch. Those tender moments of conception.
In fact, too many are too enamoured with these feelings... so much so that they miss out on the beautiful gift that was intended.
"Romance" wasn't just intended to be what I wrote about above. No, true romance takes place AFTER all of that.
Don't get me wrong, it's all a part.
But what can compare to what young love will give birth to, if given the time to grow?
Like a tree growing through the years and the weather.
A child learning to walk.
It takes time.
It takes struggles.
It takes understanding.
It takes patience.
It takes determination.
It takes commitment.
Facing it all.
Together.
Standing in front of the building storms.
Together.
Knowing with only a touch and a look: "We have this: Together."
And the beautiful, sacred, and individual language... the tenderness, the looks, and the touches... all that is created after weathering those storms...
Oh! Now THAT... That is Romance.
What a masterpiece.
What a beautiful dance.
What a breathtaking picture.
What a lovely thing to behold.
Enjoying this song right now. The lyrics are beautiful.
Wednesday, July 18, 2012
Oh Martha...
I wonder how many of us secretly long to have some of Martha in our lives...
Yes, I do like to keep up with some Martha Stewart. I mean, have you SEEN all the things she does? (Plus, I'm a sucker for cooking shows. As a small child, I found great entrainment in watching Justin Wilson's cooking show. Here's a link to help you understand)
My mother cannot stand Martha. (I wish you could have heard the emphasis in my voice there. One Christmas, I boxed up a years worth of old Martha Stewart Living magazines as a present for her - at least I thought it was funny.) My Dad always said it was because she was jealous.
Maybe my Dad was on to something. I mean, what has Martha tried that she hasn't succeeded at doing extraordinarily well? (She even did prison well. Geeze.)
I love looking at Martha's Home ideas. (And I just love looking at things that give me ideas for my own home.)
Martha can be inspiring!
But for real - this one made me sick: Time to Trim the Terrace Garden
I'm a happy woman if just the grass in my front yard is cut!
Maybe it will help give me the boost I need to also pull the weeds in my front yard.
- Or -
maybe it will drive me into a funk that is only fixable by a tub of chocolate chip cookie dough frozen yogurt and Justin Wilson re-runs.
We shall see.
Yes, I do like to keep up with some Martha Stewart. I mean, have you SEEN all the things she does? (Plus, I'm a sucker for cooking shows. As a small child, I found great entrainment in watching Justin Wilson's cooking show. Here's a link to help you understand)
My mother cannot stand Martha. (I wish you could have heard the emphasis in my voice there. One Christmas, I boxed up a years worth of old Martha Stewart Living magazines as a present for her - at least I thought it was funny.) My Dad always said it was because she was jealous.
Maybe my Dad was on to something. I mean, what has Martha tried that she hasn't succeeded at doing extraordinarily well? (She even did prison well. Geeze.)
I love looking at Martha's Home ideas. (And I just love looking at things that give me ideas for my own home.)
Martha can be inspiring!
But for real - this one made me sick: Time to Trim the Terrace Garden
I'm a happy woman if just the grass in my front yard is cut!
Maybe it will help give me the boost I need to also pull the weeds in my front yard.
- Or -
maybe it will drive me into a funk that is only fixable by a tub of chocolate chip cookie dough frozen yogurt and Justin Wilson re-runs.
We shall see.
Monday, July 16, 2012
...
Guess what I just did?!
Scheduled a dentist appointment! Whoo-hoo!
(I'm trying to be more excited than I am so that I can convince myself that I'm really excited even though I'm really not because I know what they'll say and what they'll want to do.)
It's time for me to face the music that I've been trying to tune out for over 6 months: These wisdom teeth of mine have GOT to go! Apparently, my wisdom teeth aren't that wise (and who wants wisdom teeth that come without wisdom??? Without the bonus wisdom, all you have are more teeth.) one of them is growing completely sideways.
It can't even act like a normal tooth.
Geeze.
Plus, let's face it: I really, really want pretty teeth.
(I wonder if you still get money from the tooth fairy when you're old???)
Random fact: went and bought "Redeeming Love" tonight. (I have been told that I don't know what I've been missing out on. I believe I need to find out. It really must be good - even the lady at the register told me so).
More random than that? I've actually owed that book for 10 years and never cracked the cover.
I know, you're thinking "If she already owns the book, why go buy another one? Because, it's currently packed up with all of the rest of my books at my parents house. I would like to get a hold of all of them, but I have a feeling that since my parents have cleaned out and organized quite a bit since I've been gone, that they are buried quite tightly and quite deeply. *sigh*
Scheduled a dentist appointment! Whoo-hoo!
(I'm trying to be more excited than I am so that I can convince myself that I'm really excited even though I'm really not because I know what they'll say and what they'll want to do.)
It's time for me to face the music that I've been trying to tune out for over 6 months: These wisdom teeth of mine have GOT to go! Apparently, my wisdom teeth aren't that wise (and who wants wisdom teeth that come without wisdom??? Without the bonus wisdom, all you have are more teeth.) one of them is growing completely sideways.
It can't even act like a normal tooth.
Geeze.
Plus, let's face it: I really, really want pretty teeth.
(I wonder if you still get money from the tooth fairy when you're old???)
Random fact: went and bought "Redeeming Love" tonight. (I have been told that I don't know what I've been missing out on. I believe I need to find out. It really must be good - even the lady at the register told me so).
More random than that? I've actually owed that book for 10 years and never cracked the cover.
I know, you're thinking "If she already owns the book, why go buy another one? Because, it's currently packed up with all of the rest of my books at my parents house. I would like to get a hold of all of them, but I have a feeling that since my parents have cleaned out and organized quite a bit since I've been gone, that they are buried quite tightly and quite deeply. *sigh*
Friday, July 13, 2012
Finally Friday!! Whoo - hoo! It's time to... go to bed by 9
That's how I feel. Obviously, I did not go to bed at 9. I'm planning on staying up until 10 at least. :)
Supposedly, people go OUT on Friday nights. You know, celebrating the end of the work week. 'People' must not include me. My desire is to stay IN. I have no idea where people muster enough energy to get dressed up and go outside again! I didn't even really want to go out to eat tonight, but I desired to spend some quality time with people.
Okay, this is going to veer in a completely opposite direction for a minute.
You know those times in life when you hear a noise at night and you CANNOT distinguish what it is? I just had one of those moments. I hate those moments. The ones were you start picturing some creeper peering through the window at you... and the LAST thing you want to do is to walk over to the window and check. Why? Because if you peep out of the window, it'll turn into a horror movie and a scary face will appear out of no-where.
I'll be jumpy for the rest of the night.
Anyways, back to what I was originally saying...
I wanted to spend some time with people. So, I went out to eat with my In-laws. (We went to Fatz - yum! Another plus: this trip, unlike the last, I was lucky enough NOT to be flashed by some man peeing off of his front porch - scarred for life.. you have no idea.) Eating just made me even more sleepy - but I enjoyed myself.
Bright side: I wont have to pray myself out of bed at the butt-crack of dawn tomorrow morning.
No, I'll probably get up at the butt-crack of dawn entirely on my own - just because I DON'T have to be up early. Now THAT is frustrating. It happens every Saturday. It doesn't matter how determined I am to just stay in bed and sleep - KNOWING that it's my only day of the week to sleep in - my body refuses to let me go back to sleep.
But all of that is O.K.
Why?
Because:
The weekends are nap time at Ben and Beth's house! Whoo-hoo!!
Now THAT is what I call a week-end celebration! :)
Peace, Love, and Sweet Dreams.
Supposedly, people go OUT on Friday nights. You know, celebrating the end of the work week. 'People' must not include me. My desire is to stay IN. I have no idea where people muster enough energy to get dressed up and go outside again! I didn't even really want to go out to eat tonight, but I desired to spend some quality time with people.
Okay, this is going to veer in a completely opposite direction for a minute.
You know those times in life when you hear a noise at night and you CANNOT distinguish what it is? I just had one of those moments. I hate those moments. The ones were you start picturing some creeper peering through the window at you... and the LAST thing you want to do is to walk over to the window and check. Why? Because if you peep out of the window, it'll turn into a horror movie and a scary face will appear out of no-where.
I'll be jumpy for the rest of the night.
Anyways, back to what I was originally saying...
I wanted to spend some time with people. So, I went out to eat with my In-laws. (We went to Fatz - yum! Another plus: this trip, unlike the last, I was lucky enough NOT to be flashed by some man peeing off of his front porch - scarred for life.. you have no idea.) Eating just made me even more sleepy - but I enjoyed myself.
Bright side: I wont have to pray myself out of bed at the butt-crack of dawn tomorrow morning.
No, I'll probably get up at the butt-crack of dawn entirely on my own - just because I DON'T have to be up early. Now THAT is frustrating. It happens every Saturday. It doesn't matter how determined I am to just stay in bed and sleep - KNOWING that it's my only day of the week to sleep in - my body refuses to let me go back to sleep.
But all of that is O.K.
Why?
Because:
The weekends are nap time at Ben and Beth's house! Whoo-hoo!!
Now THAT is what I call a week-end celebration! :)
Peace, Love, and Sweet Dreams.
Thursday, July 12, 2012
thoughts for the night
Have you ever just felt like being quiet? Just letting your thoughts bumb-tumble around for a little while?
That's how I feel this afternoon. Sometimes it's nice. The peaceful quiet of it all. Have you ever noticed that God often does amazing work with silence... too often people think that God only (and should only) work in these big, amazingly, flashy ways. But many times, (at least for me) it's the silent moments that he uses to shape us.
Sadly, since my thoughts are all rumbling around in my head, you will get to read a jibber-jabbery blog that will somewhat resemble the beautiful chaos that had currently taken up residence in my mind.
By no means did I start the day off this way. I talked the guys ears off about my cats. I packed boxes, entered information, etc. etc. and all while an ease that only comes from starting the day off with sleep, prayers, happy thoughts, warm tea, and beautiful weather.
After work, I headed off to church to the first meeting of our Bible Study group.
Have you ever heard that one thing you should never, ever do, is to pray for patience?
I have.
I first heard it from my youth leader in high school. Now, in all reality, of COURSE we should pray for patience. There is nothing wrong with praying for patience. But, unfortunately, there are two problems with this: First, (More often than not, sadly.) we misunderstand what we're praying for, who we are, and to whom we're praying. Second, there is only one way to gain patience.
My youth leader prayed for patience and I heard about the aftermath of that fateful prayer.
Of course, being curious - I tried it myself. Of course, God gave me plenty of opportunity to exercise my wimpy, scrawny little patience muscle.
Through the years, I have learned that praying for ANY of those wonderful "fruits of the spirit" is a bad idea. It's a wonderful idea, it just happens to be a lot like exercise. Painful, frustrating exercise. Now, granted, it's very much needed and it's all worth it in the end... but lets face it: I hate exercise.
Tonight, Beth Moore was praying and she pretty much said (and I'm going to paraphrase here) "Hit me with it, God" and all I could think was "Woman, do you KNOW what you're praying for?!?!" I'm sure she does. I'm sure I know what I'm asking for. I'm sure I know what I'll get. The results are always worth it. God has a way of shaking things up, breaking things down, and building things back up in such a drastic way. Going through it can often be painful. Looking back at it can be beyond amazing - the story, picture, and the refined vessel - beyond beautiful.
Yes, I guess that I too, want God to (Lord Jesus, help me as I type these next few words... be gentle... please...) "Hit me with it."
That's how I feel this afternoon. Sometimes it's nice. The peaceful quiet of it all. Have you ever noticed that God often does amazing work with silence... too often people think that God only (and should only) work in these big, amazingly, flashy ways. But many times, (at least for me) it's the silent moments that he uses to shape us.
Sadly, since my thoughts are all rumbling around in my head, you will get to read a jibber-jabbery blog that will somewhat resemble the beautiful chaos that had currently taken up residence in my mind.
By no means did I start the day off this way. I talked the guys ears off about my cats. I packed boxes, entered information, etc. etc. and all while an ease that only comes from starting the day off with sleep, prayers, happy thoughts, warm tea, and beautiful weather.
After work, I headed off to church to the first meeting of our Bible Study group.
Have you ever heard that one thing you should never, ever do, is to pray for patience?
I have.
I first heard it from my youth leader in high school. Now, in all reality, of COURSE we should pray for patience. There is nothing wrong with praying for patience. But, unfortunately, there are two problems with this: First, (More often than not, sadly.) we misunderstand what we're praying for, who we are, and to whom we're praying. Second, there is only one way to gain patience.
My youth leader prayed for patience and I heard about the aftermath of that fateful prayer.
Of course, being curious - I tried it myself. Of course, God gave me plenty of opportunity to exercise my wimpy, scrawny little patience muscle.
Through the years, I have learned that praying for ANY of those wonderful "fruits of the spirit" is a bad idea. It's a wonderful idea, it just happens to be a lot like exercise. Painful, frustrating exercise. Now, granted, it's very much needed and it's all worth it in the end... but lets face it: I hate exercise.
Tonight, Beth Moore was praying and she pretty much said (and I'm going to paraphrase here) "Hit me with it, God" and all I could think was "Woman, do you KNOW what you're praying for?!?!" I'm sure she does. I'm sure I know what I'm asking for. I'm sure I know what I'll get. The results are always worth it. God has a way of shaking things up, breaking things down, and building things back up in such a drastic way. Going through it can often be painful. Looking back at it can be beyond amazing - the story, picture, and the refined vessel - beyond beautiful.
Yes, I guess that I too, want God to (Lord Jesus, help me as I type these next few words... be gentle... please...) "Hit me with it."
Wednesday, July 11, 2012
Well that was interesting....
After work today, I went to buy supplies for the office.
First stop: Walmart
I go to Walmart on a regular basis. They always have the essentials - plus some.
A lady once told me that she NEVER went to walmart.
She implied that Walmart was trashy and she was too good to shop there.
How rude.
Question: HOW IN THE WORLD DO YOU MANAGE TO NEVER GO TO WALMART?!
Next up:
Christian Supply. I had a $5 gift certificate. I was not leaving that store without a book.
Unfortunately, I have a problem with decisiveness.
An hour later, I left without a book.
OFFICE DEPOT:
Okay, this is where things get a little strange. I needed to get one of the guys a planner. As I was going through them... I lifted this pretty red planner and stuck to the one behind it was a sticky note that said "Will you marry me?" - Jackson (Last name omitted. You never know who could be reading this.)
I didn't know what to do.
I stared at it.
Then I looked around.
Then I quickly put the book back down.
I looked around again.
I picked the book back up.
I took a picture.
Yes.
Shameful.
I know.
I finally made it back home - still smiling from the strange marriage proposal that I stumbled upon -when low and behold... my little kitty family has grown from 3 to 7!!! Momma Kitty brought her babies to the house!!
First stop: Walmart
I go to Walmart on a regular basis. They always have the essentials - plus some.
A lady once told me that she NEVER went to walmart.
She implied that Walmart was trashy and she was too good to shop there.
How rude.
Question: HOW IN THE WORLD DO YOU MANAGE TO NEVER GO TO WALMART?!
Next up:
Christian Supply. I had a $5 gift certificate. I was not leaving that store without a book.
Unfortunately, I have a problem with decisiveness.
An hour later, I left without a book.
OFFICE DEPOT:
Okay, this is where things get a little strange. I needed to get one of the guys a planner. As I was going through them... I lifted this pretty red planner and stuck to the one behind it was a sticky note that said "Will you marry me?" - Jackson (Last name omitted. You never know who could be reading this.)
I didn't know what to do.
I stared at it.
Then I looked around.
Then I quickly put the book back down.
I looked around again.
I picked the book back up.
I took a picture.
Yes.
Shameful.
I know.
I finally made it back home - still smiling from the strange marriage proposal that I stumbled upon -when low and behold... my little kitty family has grown from 3 to 7!!! Momma Kitty brought her babies to the house!!
They're so little!!!
They're so cute!!!
I held one!!!
(My favorite looks like he stuck his paws into a socket. lol)
Ben is appalled.
He told me a while back that we couldn't have more cats than we had people in the house.
But like I told my friend, Amanda:
Technically it's not MY fault they're here.
God sent them to me.
Besides, who can say "Go away" to a cute little face like the one above?
Peace, love, and soft kitty.
Tuesday, July 10, 2012
And my God shall supply for your every need...
That about sums up my day.
But in more detail:
This is my new deodorant. It's the Go Sleeveless - Beauty Finish. To me, it smells like arm pit sweat. Which, I believe, is what I was trying to avoid.
I bought it without smelling it.
Thus, it's my fault and I will use it.
And cake it on thick - so that maybe I'll use it up faster.
... and then I'll get to buy a nice smelling Dove deodorant.
It took me 3 days. I devoured this book. Today, I finished the last 30 or so pages. I cried like a baby through every one of them. (Thank Jesus for Duncan Hines Dark Chocolate Fudge Brownies and Ice cold milk. They say laughter is the best medicine. Well, when in an emotional state, brownies are best.)
I cried at the end of both of these books - and for 2 totally different reasons.
Yes, I recommend this book. I really, really, really enjoyed these two books. Yes, you should read them both.
ALSO: Ben got accepted into his Masters program!!! whoo-hoo!!!
After paying bills (*a much less exuberant* "whoo-hoo...") I started looking through course requirements and books that he would need - and I really felt God saying "Chill. I got this." I was able to find all the textbooks that he would need under $50. You think you're amazed? You should have seen me! The bad part? I shouldn't have been so shocked. I asked. I should have expected to receive.
God is good.
...All the time.
Peace, love, and smelly arm pits.
But in more detail:
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I bought it without smelling it.
Thus, it's my fault and I will use it.
And cake it on thick - so that maybe I'll use it up faster.
... and then I'll get to buy a nice smelling Dove deodorant.
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I finished reading book 2!
It took me 3 days. I devoured this book. Today, I finished the last 30 or so pages. I cried like a baby through every one of them. (Thank Jesus for Duncan Hines Dark Chocolate Fudge Brownies and Ice cold milk. They say laughter is the best medicine. Well, when in an emotional state, brownies are best.)
I cried at the end of both of these books - and for 2 totally different reasons.
Yes, I recommend this book. I really, really, really enjoyed these two books. Yes, you should read them both.
ALSO: Ben got accepted into his Masters program!!! whoo-hoo!!!
After paying bills (*a much less exuberant* "whoo-hoo...") I started looking through course requirements and books that he would need - and I really felt God saying "Chill. I got this." I was able to find all the textbooks that he would need under $50. You think you're amazed? You should have seen me! The bad part? I shouldn't have been so shocked. I asked. I should have expected to receive.
God is good.
...All the time.
Peace, love, and smelly arm pits.
Monday, July 9, 2012
Soaking my Pork Chops
That's what I was doing anyway. I'm making my first attempt at a marinade. *Lord, help me.*
Unfortunately, it takes a while for them to marinade... and I usually go to bed around 9.
I may feel this tomorrow.
Today: rough. Well, at first anyway. I think that it may have had something to do with my empty stomach and the teeth that are causing me much pain.
Then lunch came around and my husband supplied me with the following: A hug, orajel, and food. I left one happy girl.
Okay, on to other things!
This past week I was reading a book. (I'm now reading another book) which means.... dun, dun, dun, dun.... I'm going to tell you what I think of said book!!!!
I had never heard of this book... until that fateful conversation at the Soup Kitchen. The book was highly recommended. I was told that it started off kind of slow, but would suck you in after the first couple of chapters. I was interested and was up for a challenge (at first it looks like it's super long - but I read it in a week - and I only get to read for a little bit after work.) *Thanks Emily!*
I found this book to be a wonderful read!!! *Note: as a former sort-of History major, I did notice a couple of things - but those can be overlooked easily.* I completely enjoyed it and definitely recommend it! I also recommend that you DO NOT read this book UNLESS you have book two within arms reach. Literally.
It was very easy to fall in love with all of the characters (and not-love... which you may feel bad for not loving the not so lovable characters - well, I did anyway.) Ms. Rivers doesn't always take the "same old, same old" path of most of the books that I am used to reading. I have to admit, she left me speechless and shocked more than once.
When I finished this book: I cried my stinking eyes out. In order to have some sort of consolation, (sometimes finishing a book can be a little devastating) I immediately started on book 2.
I would love to tell you guys so much more about this book... and I've been thinking about ways to write exactly what I think and feel about this book... but not matter what I would or could say, I refuse to say. I'm afraid I would give it all away!!
Peace, love, and pork chops!
Unfortunately, it takes a while for them to marinade... and I usually go to bed around 9.
I may feel this tomorrow.
Today: rough. Well, at first anyway. I think that it may have had something to do with my empty stomach and the teeth that are causing me much pain.
Then lunch came around and my husband supplied me with the following: A hug, orajel, and food. I left one happy girl.
Okay, on to other things!
This past week I was reading a book. (I'm now reading another book) which means.... dun, dun, dun, dun.... I'm going to tell you what I think of said book!!!!
"A Voice in the Wind"
by
Francine Rivers
I had never heard of this book... until that fateful conversation at the Soup Kitchen. The book was highly recommended. I was told that it started off kind of slow, but would suck you in after the first couple of chapters. I was interested and was up for a challenge (at first it looks like it's super long - but I read it in a week - and I only get to read for a little bit after work.) *Thanks Emily!*
I found this book to be a wonderful read!!! *Note: as a former sort-of History major, I did notice a couple of things - but those can be overlooked easily.* I completely enjoyed it and definitely recommend it! I also recommend that you DO NOT read this book UNLESS you have book two within arms reach. Literally.
It was very easy to fall in love with all of the characters (and not-love... which you may feel bad for not loving the not so lovable characters - well, I did anyway.) Ms. Rivers doesn't always take the "same old, same old" path of most of the books that I am used to reading. I have to admit, she left me speechless and shocked more than once.
When I finished this book: I cried my stinking eyes out. In order to have some sort of consolation, (sometimes finishing a book can be a little devastating) I immediately started on book 2.
I would love to tell you guys so much more about this book... and I've been thinking about ways to write exactly what I think and feel about this book... but not matter what I would or could say, I refuse to say. I'm afraid I would give it all away!!
Peace, love, and pork chops!
Thursday, July 5, 2012
Babies, Bug Bites, and Burials.
What an eventful couple of days!
Let's start with Tuesday, shall we?
Tuesday brought sad and glad news.
The Glad news: I had the 4th of July off of work! Whoo-hoo!!
The Sad news: Andy Griffith died. He was a wonderful actor... (who didn't love the Andy Griffith show??) and he seemed like he was most likely a wonderful man.
After work, I decided that I would stay up late - just for the principle of the whole thing! I normally go to bed at 9, so why not stay up a little later than normal?
I stayed up until 2.
I woke up entirely too early on the 4th.
My head: Pounding.
My eyes: Dry and Painful.
My Body: Achy.
I felt like drunk people look. I realized a little too late that my whole idea of staying up late out of principle, was incredibly stupid.
I took a couple of Tylenol and kept trucking along.
I read.
I folded clothes.
I cleaned the kitchen.
I swept the porch.
I had a productive and relaxing day.
Then Ben called his mom to ask her when they would be coming over so that he would know when to put the hot dogs on the grill. She was upset. Kitty May was dying. She would have to be put down the next day.
A little background: Kitty May was the family dog. Kitty had been around for quite a while. She was quirky and endearing. Everyone loved Kitty. When I first met Kitty 5 years ago, we both weighed the same amount and she could wear Ben's Dad's old shirts. To say Kitty was a little chunky would be an understatement. The doctor had put kitty on a diet of green beans hoping that it would help... but Kitty LOVED green beans. Pretty much, if Kitty could eat it - it was a goner. She was very sweet, a little lazy, quite a pig - there was no sharing food with kitty, she would bite another dogs head off if they got too close to her food, and protective. Also, if she decided that she was going dove hunting with you, apparently if you missed - you would get a "You're stupid" look. Everyone loved kitty. Unfortunately, Kitty was older and along with age comes health problems. (The sweltering heat didn't help anything either.)
Ben's parents came over, and we had a nice 4th of July cook out - plus we had cookies. A little while after Ben's parents left, I saw that his mom had texted me to call her. Kitty had died while everyone was gone. I told Sherry that Kitty wasn't hot, tired, hungry (cause she was always on a diet) or hurting anymore. We went over to bury her, and the entire family ended up coming over to help out. Like I told Ben, she not only had a large and loving funeral, but she also had a really awesome fireworks display. How many dogs can say their funerals were that nice?
Unfortunately, there was a meal at that funeral. The main entree? Me. I'm entirely covered in mosquito bites. Ouch.
Today, I overslept by accident. My alarm clock didn't go off. Talk about panicked... oversleeping is one of my nightmares! I still made it to work early though and as soon as I got there, I got a text from my friend, Tabby. She was having her baby!
We've been waiting around all day for baby Ariana to make her grand entrance.
During the wait, I took my lunch break and headed home.
I sat on what I believe was a wasp.
Yes, it stung me.
I couldn't figure out what in the world was going on. I walked into the house yanking off my clothes trying to figure out what was attacking me.
Scary fact: I never found it.
Breaking news: we now have a 7lb 12oz 19in long beauty! - She just arrived.
Oh how I wish I could be there!
Kisses and Hugs from Aunt Beffy!
Let's start with Tuesday, shall we?
Tuesday brought sad and glad news.
The Glad news: I had the 4th of July off of work! Whoo-hoo!!
The Sad news: Andy Griffith died. He was a wonderful actor... (who didn't love the Andy Griffith show??) and he seemed like he was most likely a wonderful man.
After work, I decided that I would stay up late - just for the principle of the whole thing! I normally go to bed at 9, so why not stay up a little later than normal?
I stayed up until 2.
I woke up entirely too early on the 4th.
My head: Pounding.
My eyes: Dry and Painful.
My Body: Achy.
I felt like drunk people look. I realized a little too late that my whole idea of staying up late out of principle, was incredibly stupid.
I took a couple of Tylenol and kept trucking along.
I read.
I folded clothes.
I cleaned the kitchen.
I swept the porch.
I had a productive and relaxing day.
Then Ben called his mom to ask her when they would be coming over so that he would know when to put the hot dogs on the grill. She was upset. Kitty May was dying. She would have to be put down the next day.
A little background: Kitty May was the family dog. Kitty had been around for quite a while. She was quirky and endearing. Everyone loved Kitty. When I first met Kitty 5 years ago, we both weighed the same amount and she could wear Ben's Dad's old shirts. To say Kitty was a little chunky would be an understatement. The doctor had put kitty on a diet of green beans hoping that it would help... but Kitty LOVED green beans. Pretty much, if Kitty could eat it - it was a goner. She was very sweet, a little lazy, quite a pig - there was no sharing food with kitty, she would bite another dogs head off if they got too close to her food, and protective. Also, if she decided that she was going dove hunting with you, apparently if you missed - you would get a "You're stupid" look. Everyone loved kitty. Unfortunately, Kitty was older and along with age comes health problems. (The sweltering heat didn't help anything either.)
Ben's parents came over, and we had a nice 4th of July cook out - plus we had cookies. A little while after Ben's parents left, I saw that his mom had texted me to call her. Kitty had died while everyone was gone. I told Sherry that Kitty wasn't hot, tired, hungry (cause she was always on a diet) or hurting anymore. We went over to bury her, and the entire family ended up coming over to help out. Like I told Ben, she not only had a large and loving funeral, but she also had a really awesome fireworks display. How many dogs can say their funerals were that nice?
Unfortunately, there was a meal at that funeral. The main entree? Me. I'm entirely covered in mosquito bites. Ouch.
Today, I overslept by accident. My alarm clock didn't go off. Talk about panicked... oversleeping is one of my nightmares! I still made it to work early though and as soon as I got there, I got a text from my friend, Tabby. She was having her baby!
We've been waiting around all day for baby Ariana to make her grand entrance.
During the wait, I took my lunch break and headed home.
I sat on what I believe was a wasp.
Yes, it stung me.
I couldn't figure out what in the world was going on. I walked into the house yanking off my clothes trying to figure out what was attacking me.
Scary fact: I never found it.
Breaking news: we now have a 7lb 12oz 19in long beauty! - She just arrived.
Oh how I wish I could be there!
Kisses and Hugs from Aunt Beffy!
Tuesday, July 3, 2012
Ten things you might not know about me...
Favorite Color: Blue. (You can tell if you ever look at my closet.) I really am very fond of certain shades of red. I love greens, purples, brown, etc. I love all colors - except orange. I'm really not very fond of orange - and that's putting it lightly. I have no idea why, but I never have liked the color orange. Which, talking about how much I hate it makes me feel really bad - because, even though it's a color and deep down I know that colors don't have feelings... but, what if I was orange? Having people hate me would hurt my feelings. '
Favorite Bible Verse: Isaiah 41:10. This has helped me so much. In such a great, big, scary world - it's comforting to know that God has me and holds me through it all. It makes it easier to be brave to know that He's cheering me on and will help me. I also like: Isaiah 41:13, John 16:33, John 13:7, John 14:1-4, Isaiah 40:10-11, Isaiah 40: 28-31. There are more, but those will do for right now.
Time of Birth: 4:13 PM. Random? Yes.
Favorite Movie: Okay, I have quite a few but my top 2 are... White Christmas and You've Got Mail. What's better than Christmas, romance, singing, dancing, books, and snow? (and no, just because some of you probably just answered 'Jesus' does not mean that you win. Why? Because while that may be the correct answer, this question was rhetorical.) I'm also still quite in love with Disney movies.
Pet Peeves: Ending up behind the driver who is smoking or is holding his arm out of the window (they are in no hurry to get to where ever they are going.), being blinded by headlights... or people shining lights directly into my eyes, people who will not let me finish my sentence, flies and gnats - of any kind.
What I'm Currently Reading: A Voice In The Wind by Francine Rivers. I borrowed it from one of the girls at church - so far I'm loving it!
Speaking Of Books: Oh books! How can I ever choose?! I love to read! (and drink hot tea while I read... ah, perfect day!)
What I Do: I work with animal medicine, health products, and feed. I work with orders, billing, and shipping. I keep the office neat, tidy, and organized - or at least I try. I'm also the annoying voice reminding everyone of things that need to be done. One of the best parts: not only are the guys I work with funny and nice, I don't get yelled at when I screw up. (Which is a big awesome bonus in my book - because I screw up a LOT.)
A Musical Surprise: Hmmm... Most people would be surprised that I like to listen to Richard Marx and Michael Bolton. Most people don't know who Richard Marx is... I do actually enjoy some 80's music. Maybe it's because the 80s station was one of the only stations that would come in during the drive from Ridgeland to Greenville and visa versa.
Movie I Hate: Dirty Dancing. I absolutely despise that movie. I realize I am one of the only females in the world that don't like that movie. I feel that it's incredibly awkward movie with incredibly awkward characters. Personal Opinion Only.
Okay, I think that covers enough for tonight. Enjoying my tea and honey. My boss was awesome and let me have tomorrow off. I'm staying up late tonight - just because I can!
Favorite Bible Verse: Isaiah 41:10. This has helped me so much. In such a great, big, scary world - it's comforting to know that God has me and holds me through it all. It makes it easier to be brave to know that He's cheering me on and will help me. I also like: Isaiah 41:13, John 16:33, John 13:7, John 14:1-4, Isaiah 40:10-11, Isaiah 40: 28-31. There are more, but those will do for right now.
Time of Birth: 4:13 PM. Random? Yes.
Favorite Movie: Okay, I have quite a few but my top 2 are... White Christmas and You've Got Mail. What's better than Christmas, romance, singing, dancing, books, and snow? (and no, just because some of you probably just answered 'Jesus' does not mean that you win. Why? Because while that may be the correct answer, this question was rhetorical.) I'm also still quite in love with Disney movies.
Pet Peeves: Ending up behind the driver who is smoking or is holding his arm out of the window (they are in no hurry to get to where ever they are going.), being blinded by headlights... or people shining lights directly into my eyes, people who will not let me finish my sentence, flies and gnats - of any kind.
What I'm Currently Reading: A Voice In The Wind by Francine Rivers. I borrowed it from one of the girls at church - so far I'm loving it!
Speaking Of Books: Oh books! How can I ever choose?! I love to read! (and drink hot tea while I read... ah, perfect day!)
What I Do: I work with animal medicine, health products, and feed. I work with orders, billing, and shipping. I keep the office neat, tidy, and organized - or at least I try. I'm also the annoying voice reminding everyone of things that need to be done. One of the best parts: not only are the guys I work with funny and nice, I don't get yelled at when I screw up. (Which is a big awesome bonus in my book - because I screw up a LOT.)
A Musical Surprise: Hmmm... Most people would be surprised that I like to listen to Richard Marx and Michael Bolton. Most people don't know who Richard Marx is... I do actually enjoy some 80's music. Maybe it's because the 80s station was one of the only stations that would come in during the drive from Ridgeland to Greenville and visa versa.
Movie I Hate: Dirty Dancing. I absolutely despise that movie. I realize I am one of the only females in the world that don't like that movie. I feel that it's incredibly awkward movie with incredibly awkward characters. Personal Opinion Only.
Okay, I think that covers enough for tonight. Enjoying my tea and honey. My boss was awesome and let me have tomorrow off. I'm staying up late tonight - just because I can!
Monday, July 2, 2012
The importance of having a "thing"
Okay, so take that title as you will - but it's true! I didn't realize just how important having a 'thing' really is until this last week.
My mother-in-law always told me that when she and Tony got married that they did things together, but they also had to have some time alone. He had softball and she had her books.
...A professor and friend of mine and Ben's said he always liked to head to the arcade after work.
...My Mom has her quiet time every morning.
I know many more examples. I was told that it helps to blow off steam, to give you some quality quiet or 'you' time, some time alone with God, and to keep you from going crazy - thus keeping you from inflicting all of that crazy on the poor people you love and live with (and those you work with.)
I guess I've been so busy for the last few years that I didn't realize that I needed a 'thing'. I had college, then I had to plan a wedding, then I had some odd part-time jobs that left me with lots of extra time - thus leaving me bored and bugging Ben every chance he was awake and not at work.
Now, I have a 40 hour a week job. To be honest, this is a new world for me. When I get home, I usually fall down on the couch, pick up the computer and I MIGHT force myself to get up and eat supper before going to bed at 9pm. None of this qualifies as a 'thing'.
Which, believe it or not - can make you feel like all you ever do is work or waste your time laying around at home.
This weekend, I had a new friend at church lend me some books. I haven't had time to just sit down and read a book in what seems like FOREVER. (When I say this, I mean read a book for fun.) When she asked if I wanted to borrow them, at first I thought "I don't have time..." like I usually do - BUT THEN I REALIZED that YES, I DO HAVE TIME!!! I read for a couple of hours last night and I was so happy! I've always loved reading -- and oh, how I've missed it!
Ben and I were talking last night about how much we love having our 'Me Time' - not that we don't love spending time together, it just makes the time we do have together so much better! That little bit of 'Me Time" helps to give you a chance to think and breathe... and to just be quiet.
Speaking of which... I do believe that a little reading is in my future! :)
My mother-in-law always told me that when she and Tony got married that they did things together, but they also had to have some time alone. He had softball and she had her books.
...A professor and friend of mine and Ben's said he always liked to head to the arcade after work.
...My Mom has her quiet time every morning.
I know many more examples. I was told that it helps to blow off steam, to give you some quality quiet or 'you' time, some time alone with God, and to keep you from going crazy - thus keeping you from inflicting all of that crazy on the poor people you love and live with (and those you work with.)
I guess I've been so busy for the last few years that I didn't realize that I needed a 'thing'. I had college, then I had to plan a wedding, then I had some odd part-time jobs that left me with lots of extra time - thus leaving me bored and bugging Ben every chance he was awake and not at work.
Now, I have a 40 hour a week job. To be honest, this is a new world for me. When I get home, I usually fall down on the couch, pick up the computer and I MIGHT force myself to get up and eat supper before going to bed at 9pm. None of this qualifies as a 'thing'.
Which, believe it or not - can make you feel like all you ever do is work or waste your time laying around at home.
This weekend, I had a new friend at church lend me some books. I haven't had time to just sit down and read a book in what seems like FOREVER. (When I say this, I mean read a book for fun.) When she asked if I wanted to borrow them, at first I thought "I don't have time..." like I usually do - BUT THEN I REALIZED that YES, I DO HAVE TIME!!! I read for a couple of hours last night and I was so happy! I've always loved reading -- and oh, how I've missed it!
Ben and I were talking last night about how much we love having our 'Me Time' - not that we don't love spending time together, it just makes the time we do have together so much better! That little bit of 'Me Time" helps to give you a chance to think and breathe... and to just be quiet.
Speaking of which... I do believe that a little reading is in my future! :)
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