I live in Dental Hell.
It's only 1:30 and I'm on my second set of temporary teeth.
I've had a new version of teeth about every 3 weeks since my surgery in January.
It's getting old.
This has a 6 to 8 month recovery time.
I've got a ways to go yet.
I hope it's all finished by Thanksgiving.
Maybe I'll be smiling wide at Christmas.
Thursday, March 29, 2007
Tuesday, March 27, 2007
Life on a Tuesday
It's only been a few days.
Feels like a lot.
Why must everything be so hard?
Why must people be so difficult?
In moments like these, I miss the easy life I lived long ago.
Ignorance was bliss.
This life?
Well, this life is hard.
But I've learned, hard can be good.
In this life of mine
right now
it's all good.
Feels like a lot.
Why must everything be so hard?
Why must people be so difficult?
In moments like these, I miss the easy life I lived long ago.
Ignorance was bliss.
This life?
Well, this life is hard.
But I've learned, hard can be good.
In this life of mine
right now
it's all good.
Friday, March 23, 2007
Happy Birthday To The Mr.
And welcome home too.
There are times I envy his time away from the chaos that is our day to day around here and then I hear the travel tales and I'm happy to stay home.
I'm not sure I could have been polite through the whole flight with the large lady next to me...
Wednesday was a full and busy day. As always.
Yesterday was full and pretty fun. The storms cleared up overnight and we had sun and blue skies.
Looks like today will be a repeat.
Yippee for Spring!
Seems to be a long time coming in this part of the country and when it gets here all of life blooms with it. It seems to bring smiles and conversations with it, banishing the winter grunting.
The Mr. arrived home last night to very sleepy boys and the end of a home party.
Yup. I was the happy hostess to one of those home business parties. Really, it was quite fun. I like to be the hostess, I like to attend. I hope the other ladies had fun. I think I just like socials.
Happy Birthday Mr.
There are times I envy his time away from the chaos that is our day to day around here and then I hear the travel tales and I'm happy to stay home.
I'm not sure I could have been polite through the whole flight with the large lady next to me...
Wednesday was a full and busy day. As always.
Yesterday was full and pretty fun. The storms cleared up overnight and we had sun and blue skies.
Looks like today will be a repeat.
Yippee for Spring!
Seems to be a long time coming in this part of the country and when it gets here all of life blooms with it. It seems to bring smiles and conversations with it, banishing the winter grunting.
The Mr. arrived home last night to very sleepy boys and the end of a home party.
Yup. I was the happy hostess to one of those home business parties. Really, it was quite fun. I like to be the hostess, I like to attend. I hope the other ladies had fun. I think I just like socials.
Happy Birthday Mr.
Tuesday, March 20, 2007
OW
There are things that should not get closed into car doors.
My thumb is one of them.
A wonderful thing though, peanut brittle made of Macadamia nuts.
mmmm
I've finished off most of it while nursing my very sore thumb.
My thumb is one of them.
A wonderful thing though, peanut brittle made of Macadamia nuts.
mmmm
I've finished off most of it while nursing my very sore thumb.
A Big God
Our God is So Big
Bigger than I know what to do with.
It was an awful Monday morning with the boys. Just about the time I'm trying to find a circus to sell them to I get a note from a friend.
In her note she told me how God used my kid to bless her this weekend.
My kid?
The one I was just ready to kick to the curb?
Yup.
That one.
If that isn't humbling enough. He provides.
When we decided to become a foster family, we had no stuff. Baby stuff that is. We were "done" with babies and had given all our stuff away.
We've had 3 babies since January and been abundantly blessed.
Borrowed stuff--clothes, pack-n-plays, car seats, toys, bath tubs
Donated--2 cribs, one mattress, swing, walker, changing table, high chair, half a dozen large bags of baby clothes, blankets, sheets, toys, bath tub
Resale--that was almost free--2 car seats, portable high chair, bunk beds, dresser
It's humbling to be sure.
Our needs are met an then some.
Bigger than I know what to do with.
It was an awful Monday morning with the boys. Just about the time I'm trying to find a circus to sell them to I get a note from a friend.
In her note she told me how God used my kid to bless her this weekend.
My kid?
The one I was just ready to kick to the curb?
Yup.
That one.
If that isn't humbling enough. He provides.
When we decided to become a foster family, we had no stuff. Baby stuff that is. We were "done" with babies and had given all our stuff away.
We've had 3 babies since January and been abundantly blessed.
Borrowed stuff--clothes, pack-n-plays, car seats, toys, bath tubs
Donated--2 cribs, one mattress, swing, walker, changing table, high chair, half a dozen large bags of baby clothes, blankets, sheets, toys, bath tub
Resale--that was almost free--2 car seats, portable high chair, bunk beds, dresser
It's humbling to be sure.
Our needs are met an then some.
Thursday, March 15, 2007
Chicken Soup and Basketball
Finally a lull. This has been a week running at break neck speeds. I don't really enjoy weeks like this. Every day has felt like I'm just barely keeping my head above the water.
In truth, it hasn't been that bad. No worse than any other week and in some areas really much better.
We haven't had the school battles this week. But I think I'm coming to a new place on school.
I'm realizing just how young the Little Mr. really is. And how young we got him started. He was so eager then, and we let him go far and fast. Then we pushed him to keep going at that pace and with the same sort of accomplishments. Now I think that may have been wrong.
Driving home from yet another swim lesson, I came to realize that by public school standards he really could be one grade lower than where we have him. Something to really think about and pray over.
The Mr. and I are about to take the plunge and do the membership class for our little church. Scary. Simply because it changes other people's expectations. Sad to say, it doesn't change mine.
The lull ends.
The baby cries.
Dinner needs to be finished.
On tap tonight?
Chicken soup and basketball games.
It's the season, you know.
In truth, it hasn't been that bad. No worse than any other week and in some areas really much better.
We haven't had the school battles this week. But I think I'm coming to a new place on school.
I'm realizing just how young the Little Mr. really is. And how young we got him started. He was so eager then, and we let him go far and fast. Then we pushed him to keep going at that pace and with the same sort of accomplishments. Now I think that may have been wrong.
Driving home from yet another swim lesson, I came to realize that by public school standards he really could be one grade lower than where we have him. Something to really think about and pray over.
The Mr. and I are about to take the plunge and do the membership class for our little church. Scary. Simply because it changes other people's expectations. Sad to say, it doesn't change mine.
The lull ends.
The baby cries.
Dinner needs to be finished.
On tap tonight?
Chicken soup and basketball games.
It's the season, you know.
Monday, March 12, 2007
Late Night Thoughts
I know I won't have time tomorrow, so I thought I'd pop back for an extra visit tonight.
Really, I'm just waiting to see if the baby will wake up again. This is her usual time to fuss a bit.
I'm also playing catch up. I'm hosting one of those home parties. The fun kind. But I'm late sending out invites. Oh well. It's that way sometimes.
I know there are a few of you out there reading, so say hi once in a while. I'm starting to think I'm writing to hear myself write.
Or maybe it's what the kids think. Mom, you're just not that interesting and we're not listening.
Really, I'm just waiting to see if the baby will wake up again. This is her usual time to fuss a bit.
I'm also playing catch up. I'm hosting one of those home parties. The fun kind. But I'm late sending out invites. Oh well. It's that way sometimes.
I know there are a few of you out there reading, so say hi once in a while. I'm starting to think I'm writing to hear myself write.
Or maybe it's what the kids think. Mom, you're just not that interesting and we're not listening.
Sour Puss
It was one long weekend.
Every last minute was full. Good stuff and some yucky too. So, balanced.
I was hoping for a good night's sleep and a great start to our week.
Ha. Ha.
How about up eight times in eight hours?
I guess that's the price of having 3 kids and a dog!
So, the last one up this morning is The Littlest Mr. He comes plopping down the stairs and staggering into the kitchen rubbing his little eyes. He takes one look at me and says,
"Mama, you look sour."
I bet I did.
I'm hoping more coffee will turn this around a little.
After all, I don't want to look sour all day.
Every last minute was full. Good stuff and some yucky too. So, balanced.
I was hoping for a good night's sleep and a great start to our week.
Ha. Ha.
How about up eight times in eight hours?
I guess that's the price of having 3 kids and a dog!
So, the last one up this morning is The Littlest Mr. He comes plopping down the stairs and staggering into the kitchen rubbing his little eyes. He takes one look at me and says,
"Mama, you look sour."
I bet I did.
I'm hoping more coffee will turn this around a little.
After all, I don't want to look sour all day.
Friday, March 9, 2007
One Day
I know it's going to happen.
One day.
They'll all be grown and gone.
There will be no more...
mountains of laundry
piles of wet snow pants and boots
icky bathrooms
stray apple cores
forgotten banana peals
homework not done
tantrums
brothers arguments
tadpoles or sea monkeys on the kitchen counter
light sabers or legos
overdue library books
chores to nag on
It will be quiet then.
I'll be sleeping through the night.
Eating hot meals without interruption, without sharing.
I'll read something longer than a comic strip and stop when I want too.
I'll watch TV that isn't animated.
Parenting is hard business. That's all I can say at the end of this VERY long week with children.
One day.
They'll all be grown and gone.
There will be no more...
mountains of laundry
piles of wet snow pants and boots
icky bathrooms
stray apple cores
forgotten banana peals
homework not done
tantrums
brothers arguments
tadpoles or sea monkeys on the kitchen counter
light sabers or legos
overdue library books
chores to nag on
It will be quiet then.
I'll be sleeping through the night.
Eating hot meals without interruption, without sharing.
I'll read something longer than a comic strip and stop when I want too.
I'll watch TV that isn't animated.
Parenting is hard business. That's all I can say at the end of this VERY long week with children.
Thursday, March 8, 2007
A Second Thought
A lot of you know what it is to have your most precious friend live on the other side of the country. It is something I'm learning.
There are times when I want nothing more than to be with her, share a cup of tea, have that ease of just being me. No walls, no pretense, no judgement. Just being loved as I am.
Don't worry. She calls me on things when I need to hear it. She encourages and redirects me in a way that few others can.
These have been long hard days and nights around here lately. To describe it in a single word?
Brutal.
But it has to be this way for now. It will improve. It always does.
It has been two years since we've sat and shared a cup of tea. Just thinking of it brings me to tears.
Don't misunderstand. This new world I'm in is good. I have friends. I'm not alone.
Duh. I'm married.
But, a best friend is different somehow.
Bottom line.
I miss her.
There are times when I want nothing more than to be with her, share a cup of tea, have that ease of just being me. No walls, no pretense, no judgement. Just being loved as I am.
Don't worry. She calls me on things when I need to hear it. She encourages and redirects me in a way that few others can.
These have been long hard days and nights around here lately. To describe it in a single word?
Brutal.
But it has to be this way for now. It will improve. It always does.
It has been two years since we've sat and shared a cup of tea. Just thinking of it brings me to tears.
Don't misunderstand. This new world I'm in is good. I have friends. I'm not alone.
Duh. I'm married.
But, a best friend is different somehow.
Bottom line.
I miss her.
This Modern World
I'm getting ready to enter the world of technology.
A cell phone arrived on my door step today.
I'm a little intimidated. The instruction booklet is 100 pages long. Yes, that's all in English.
It seems like it will do a lot. I just hope I can learn how to answer it and call out.
On another note, I'm exploring what the Bible says about baptism with some ladies. It's not going well. This is a hot topic. I didn't really realize. I fear I'm bungling the whole thing up something awful.
I'm finding I really don't know much about religion. I'm pretty sure I don't care. I care that people understand the gospel. I care that they accept Christ as their savior. I care that they develop a thirst for being in the word. Not necessarily studying in a technical or theological way, but reading it, absorbing it, praying it and hearing from God what He wants to say to them about His word or through His word.
It's complicated. I've had a serious lack of time and have not been able to put my full attention to this study. It shows I'm afraid. I'm going to keep at it. We'll switch off this topic soon. I think next week will be out last look at it. Hopefully, I'll get some time to get into it better and wrap it up well. Until then, I'll be praying and thanking God that His grace is sufficient for all of us, even those of us that bungle.
A cell phone arrived on my door step today.
I'm a little intimidated. The instruction booklet is 100 pages long. Yes, that's all in English.
It seems like it will do a lot. I just hope I can learn how to answer it and call out.
On another note, I'm exploring what the Bible says about baptism with some ladies. It's not going well. This is a hot topic. I didn't really realize. I fear I'm bungling the whole thing up something awful.
I'm finding I really don't know much about religion. I'm pretty sure I don't care. I care that people understand the gospel. I care that they accept Christ as their savior. I care that they develop a thirst for being in the word. Not necessarily studying in a technical or theological way, but reading it, absorbing it, praying it and hearing from God what He wants to say to them about His word or through His word.
It's complicated. I've had a serious lack of time and have not been able to put my full attention to this study. It shows I'm afraid. I'm going to keep at it. We'll switch off this topic soon. I think next week will be out last look at it. Hopefully, I'll get some time to get into it better and wrap it up well. Until then, I'll be praying and thanking God that His grace is sufficient for all of us, even those of us that bungle.
Wednesday, March 7, 2007
Wednesday
We're making some headway over here with the defiance and school issues.
How?
Turned off the TV. Took away a lot of the distractions like blocks and crayons. Who knew a box of crayons would derail an entire school day. It's unusual over here, but it's our life.
I'm getting ready to enter the modern technological world. The cell phone is on it's way. I hope it comes with an idiot user guide. And I hope I can figure it out before I need to make a call.
We had more snow last night, but the sun is shining today. They say, ha, ha, that we'll be into the melt temps in about a week. Not too soon for this chick. I'm sick of snow.
The rose bush that The Mr. sent to me for Valentine's Day has a new bud. I wondered how it would do. It arrived with several buds, but clearly they had been frosted by the weather. I pruned them off and hoped for the best. Now it has a bud. And new little green leaves too.
These are the days, stuck between winter and spring that I get restless. I long for things past or future. I want to sit in the sun and day dream, nap, write or talk with friends. Not just the small talk that we all enjoy, but those long deep conversations that make relationships what they are.
There is something so intense about being real and alive.
How?
Turned off the TV. Took away a lot of the distractions like blocks and crayons. Who knew a box of crayons would derail an entire school day. It's unusual over here, but it's our life.
I'm getting ready to enter the modern technological world. The cell phone is on it's way. I hope it comes with an idiot user guide. And I hope I can figure it out before I need to make a call.
We had more snow last night, but the sun is shining today. They say, ha, ha, that we'll be into the melt temps in about a week. Not too soon for this chick. I'm sick of snow.
The rose bush that The Mr. sent to me for Valentine's Day has a new bud. I wondered how it would do. It arrived with several buds, but clearly they had been frosted by the weather. I pruned them off and hoped for the best. Now it has a bud. And new little green leaves too.
These are the days, stuck between winter and spring that I get restless. I long for things past or future. I want to sit in the sun and day dream, nap, write or talk with friends. Not just the small talk that we all enjoy, but those long deep conversations that make relationships what they are.
There is something so intense about being real and alive.
Sunday, March 4, 2007
A Praying Life
Finally caught up with the baby paper work. I still have plenty of things to do on that front though. And plenty of other things.
I think that maybe the laundry reproduces in the shoot. I haven't even finished last weeks laundry and the cupboard is exploding again.
Same with the dishes. There were only 2 bowls in the sink when I went to bed last night, and now the sink is vomiting out dirty dishes everywhere.
It was a long night for the Mr. and the Little Miss. I take the night shift with her Sunday through Thursday and the Mr. takes Friday and Saturday nights. That combined with a long and winding sermon this morning left the Mr. nodding during church.
The point was great. A message we all need to hear. But it was two illustrations too long. We got it, or at least I got it after the first one. I was ready for the verse to wrap it all up and then it went on. Oh well. I'm sure it served it's purpose for someone.
So what was the point? You can't have a divided heart. You must go direct to God every time for everything. He takes you broken, you don't have to be the picture of perfection for Him. Besides, He sees it all anyway and knows all about your brokenness. And, we're all broken. For some of us it shows and is real obvious, for others it's hidden away like a dark lurking secret. Either way, God knows.
It's a heavy heart day for me. Lots of prayers. My list continues to be long. Then there is yet another person. God is prompting me so strongly to be in prayer for her all day today. I'm almost worried. Except that I don't worry anymore. God commands us not to. So I'm just going to go back to praying for her. It's been an all day thing. Maybe it will be revealed to me, and maybe not. Either way, I'll just obey.
So, back to life and back to prayer.
I think that maybe the laundry reproduces in the shoot. I haven't even finished last weeks laundry and the cupboard is exploding again.
Same with the dishes. There were only 2 bowls in the sink when I went to bed last night, and now the sink is vomiting out dirty dishes everywhere.
It was a long night for the Mr. and the Little Miss. I take the night shift with her Sunday through Thursday and the Mr. takes Friday and Saturday nights. That combined with a long and winding sermon this morning left the Mr. nodding during church.
The point was great. A message we all need to hear. But it was two illustrations too long. We got it, or at least I got it after the first one. I was ready for the verse to wrap it all up and then it went on. Oh well. I'm sure it served it's purpose for someone.
So what was the point? You can't have a divided heart. You must go direct to God every time for everything. He takes you broken, you don't have to be the picture of perfection for Him. Besides, He sees it all anyway and knows all about your brokenness. And, we're all broken. For some of us it shows and is real obvious, for others it's hidden away like a dark lurking secret. Either way, God knows.
It's a heavy heart day for me. Lots of prayers. My list continues to be long. Then there is yet another person. God is prompting me so strongly to be in prayer for her all day today. I'm almost worried. Except that I don't worry anymore. God commands us not to. So I'm just going to go back to praying for her. It's been an all day thing. Maybe it will be revealed to me, and maybe not. Either way, I'll just obey.
So, back to life and back to prayer.
Saturday, March 3, 2007
Week In Review
As always, it's been a busy week.
We had all the regular stuff plus some extras. There were more sniffles and I'm still waiting for my ears to unplug. There was more snow. And more wind. Wind means repairs. Our front door caught the wind. Now the frame needs some work.
There were locked doors and small children. Sea Monkeys, Lego Club and homework deadlines. A great conversation about Hawaii and Nemo. Re connections with friends. Dinner parties and theater. Small stolen conversations in doorways. Way too many medical appointments. Cousins.
Over all, I'd say fabulous in it's own special way. Regular old life. I just plain wouldn't trade it for the world.
I've more to do yet tonight. This is my year to read the Bible cover to cover. I've attempted more than once. So, I've some reading to do tonight. Plus, just plain sitting. I'm looking forward to it.
Right after the paperwork I need to get caught up, and the laundry, and the dishes, and the...you know how it goes...but I'll still get to some of the good stuff, you can bet on it!
We had all the regular stuff plus some extras. There were more sniffles and I'm still waiting for my ears to unplug. There was more snow. And more wind. Wind means repairs. Our front door caught the wind. Now the frame needs some work.
There were locked doors and small children. Sea Monkeys, Lego Club and homework deadlines. A great conversation about Hawaii and Nemo. Re connections with friends. Dinner parties and theater. Small stolen conversations in doorways. Way too many medical appointments. Cousins.
Over all, I'd say fabulous in it's own special way. Regular old life. I just plain wouldn't trade it for the world.
I've more to do yet tonight. This is my year to read the Bible cover to cover. I've attempted more than once. So, I've some reading to do tonight. Plus, just plain sitting. I'm looking forward to it.
Right after the paperwork I need to get caught up, and the laundry, and the dishes, and the...you know how it goes...but I'll still get to some of the good stuff, you can bet on it!
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