I know I had promised an update over the weekend, but I was busy with the kids and cleaning.
I am trying to get things in order at my house before my MaMaw gets here. I looks like I may not be driving down there with my Mom to pick her up after all. My Mom is now not able to go pick her up until Friday 4-10-09. We were supposed to be leaving on that Thursday and coming back on Friday. And it just so happens that is Easter weekend. So I will be coloring Easter eggs with the children and preparing the meal for Easter Sunday. And, it just so happens that my nephews birthday party is going to be on the Saturday, the day before Easter. So, if I drive down to Kentucky with my mother on that Friday and come back on the same day, I still will not have time to color the eggs with the kids on Saturday because we have to go to the birthday party and then that will leave me getting everything ready for Easter dinner on Easter Sunday. I just don't know.
I have been enjoying the break from school. My classes resume on April 21. I just finishes reading World Without End by Ken Follett. It was like the sequel to his first book like it called The Pillars of the Earth. I have to say that I really enjoyed the book. I read the entire book in a week's time. I did not get much else done and neglected my blog and well, cooking too. Everyone was fending for themselves for a few days, but they all found things to cook for themselves, which was nice, because I did not have to cook.
This Friday is Buck and my anniversary, even though we are not currently married, we have been together for 5 years now. We really have no special plans, financially, we can not do very much, but I plan to make a good dinner and buy a bottle of wine. And then his birthday is this coming Sunday, 48 years old. I have to say that the last couple years have aged him. I think it is his field of work, being that it's construction, he is constantly worried about getting jobs and making money, and I think that has aged him quite a bit in the last couple years. But I know that I have aged as well. It happens, such is life.
I have been thinking a lot lately about Luke starting school this year. I am happy about it, but a little sad as well. My "baby" is going off to school. He i very excited about it and I am happy for that. He is so smart and always asking questions. He wants to spell things all the time, which I think is wonderful.
Dustin has been doing good in school the last couple weeks, since his last incident. I just hope that he keeps it up, there are only a couple months left until the end of school and he goes on to the middle school next year. I am hoping that will be good for him. Only time will tell.
I have been experimenting with new recipes for dinner, the other day I made homemade chicken fried rice, it was pretty good and cheaper than ordering Chinese for dinner.
Well, until next time....
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
Rambling
I have not been writing much lately. Mostly because I have been busy with work and the kids. Myles will start baseball practice soon, he went for try-outs two weeks ago. The usual here. I am happy that y MaMaw is going to be up here for April. I have been missing her a lot lately. I think that she might be spending Easter with the kids and I, but my sister may have other plans for her, we'll see when she gets here. I have been trying to find time to write more, but I have been reading a new book, and on the computer less. I will write more this weekend. I am planning to make homemade poptarts with the kids this weekend. That should be interesting. We will see.
Until next time.
Until next time.
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
Nothing to report here
Feeling better. Poor Luke started with a cough again yesterday. Poor little guy is miserable.
Supposed to be working right now, but am having a hard time getting motivated today. Really just wanted to go back to bed this morning, but got up anyway, which is a good thing.
We went the other night to my sister's for dinner. Well, my Mom made lasagna, my sister made the garlic bread, and I brought cake and we all went to my sister's to eat. Was nice for all the kids to play together.
It's looking good like we have MaMaw talked in to coming up for the month of April. I've been missing her, so that will be great to have her here for a month. I'm looking forward to that.
I had took a break between classes and need to call them to start back with classes, I don't want to get too lazy not studying, so I plan to be calling them this week or next to get back in gear there.
Other than that, not much to update. I have a few posts in my head on other thoughts, but I don't have time to do that now, so until next time....
Supposed to be working right now, but am having a hard time getting motivated today. Really just wanted to go back to bed this morning, but got up anyway, which is a good thing.
We went the other night to my sister's for dinner. Well, my Mom made lasagna, my sister made the garlic bread, and I brought cake and we all went to my sister's to eat. Was nice for all the kids to play together.
It's looking good like we have MaMaw talked in to coming up for the month of April. I've been missing her, so that will be great to have her here for a month. I'm looking forward to that.
I had took a break between classes and need to call them to start back with classes, I don't want to get too lazy not studying, so I plan to be calling them this week or next to get back in gear there.
Other than that, not much to update. I have a few posts in my head on other thoughts, but I don't have time to do that now, so until next time....
Thursday, March 12, 2009
"God is under the bed"
I got this email today and just think it is a wonderful way to believe. If only everyone could live this way, what a better world it would be....
GOD LIVES UNDER THE BED
I envy Kevin. My brother Kevin thinks God lives under his bed. At least that's what I heard him say one night. He was praying out loud in his dark bedroom, and I stopped to listen, 'Are you there, God?' he said. 'Where are you? Oh, I see. Under the bed...'
I giggled softly and tiptoed off to my own room. Kevin's unique perspectives are often a source of amusement. But that night something else lingered long after the humor. I realized for the first time the very different world Kevin lives in. He was born 30 years ago, mentally disabled as a result of difficulties during labor. Apart from his size (he's 6-foot-2), there are few ways in which he is an adult. He reasons and communicates with the capabilities of a 7-year-old, and he always will. He will probably always believe that God lives under his bed, that Santa Claus is the one who fills the space under our tree every Christmas and that airplanes stay up in the sky because angels carry them. I remember wondering if Kevin realizes he is different. Is he ever dissatisfied with his monotonous life? Up before dawn each day, off to work at a workshop for the disabled, home to walk our cocker spaniel, return to eat his favorite macaroni-and- cheese for dinner, and later to bed. The only variation in the entire scheme is laundry, when he hovers excitedly over the washing machine like a mother with her newborn child. He does not seem dissatisfied. He lopes out to the bus every morning at 7:05, eager for a day of simple work. He wrings his hands excitedly while the water boils on the stove before dinner, and he stays up late twice a week to gather our dirty laundry for his next day's laundry chores.
And Saturdays-oh, the bliss of Saturdays! That's the day my Dad takes Kevin to the airport to have a soft drink, watch the planes land, and speculate loudly on the destination of each passenger inside. 'That one's goin' to Chi-car-go! ' Kevin shouts as he claps his hands. His anticipation is so great he can hardly sleep on Friday nights. And so goes his world of daily rituals and weekend field trips. He doesn't know what it means to be discontent.
His life is simple.
He will never know the entanglements of wealth of power, and he does not care what brand of clothing he wears or what kind of food he eats. His needs have always been met, and he never worries that one day they may not be. His hands are diligent. Kevin is never so happy as when he is working. When he unloads the dishwasher or vacuums the carpet, his heart is completely in it. He does not shrink from a job when it is begun, and he does not leave a job until it is finished. But when his tasks are done, Kevin knows how to relax. He is not obsessed with his work or the work of others His heart is pure.
He still believes everyone tells the truth, promises must be kept, and when you are wrong, you apologize instead of argue. Free from pride and unconcerned with appearances, Kevin is not afraid to cry when he is hurt, angry or sorry. He is always transparent, always sincere. And he trusts God. Not confined by intellectual reasoning, when he comes to Christ, he comes as a child. Kevin seems to know God - to really be friends with Him in a way that is difficult for an 'educated' person to grasp. God seems like his closest companion.
In my moments of doubt and frustrations with my Christianity I envy the security Kevin has in his simple faith. It is then that I am most willing to admit that he has some divine knowledge that rises above my mortal questions is then I realize that perhaps he is not the one with the handicap . I am.. My obligations, my fear, my pride, my circumstances - they all become disabilities when I do not trust them to God's care. Who knows if Kevin comprehends things I can never learn? After all, he has spent his whole life in that kind of innocence, praying after dark and soaking up the goodness and love of God.
And one day, when the mysteries of heaven are opened, and we are all amazed at how close God really is to our hearts, I'll realize that God heard the simple prayers of a boy who believed that God lived under his bed.
Kevin won't be surprised at all!
GOD LIVES UNDER THE BED
I envy Kevin. My brother Kevin thinks God lives under his bed. At least that's what I heard him say one night. He was praying out loud in his dark bedroom, and I stopped to listen, 'Are you there, God?' he said. 'Where are you? Oh, I see. Under the bed...'
I giggled softly and tiptoed off to my own room. Kevin's unique perspectives are often a source of amusement. But that night something else lingered long after the humor. I realized for the first time the very different world Kevin lives in. He was born 30 years ago, mentally disabled as a result of difficulties during labor. Apart from his size (he's 6-foot-2), there are few ways in which he is an adult. He reasons and communicates with the capabilities of a 7-year-old, and he always will. He will probably always believe that God lives under his bed, that Santa Claus is the one who fills the space under our tree every Christmas and that airplanes stay up in the sky because angels carry them. I remember wondering if Kevin realizes he is different. Is he ever dissatisfied with his monotonous life? Up before dawn each day, off to work at a workshop for the disabled, home to walk our cocker spaniel, return to eat his favorite macaroni-and- cheese for dinner, and later to bed. The only variation in the entire scheme is laundry, when he hovers excitedly over the washing machine like a mother with her newborn child. He does not seem dissatisfied. He lopes out to the bus every morning at 7:05, eager for a day of simple work. He wrings his hands excitedly while the water boils on the stove before dinner, and he stays up late twice a week to gather our dirty laundry for his next day's laundry chores.
And Saturdays-oh, the bliss of Saturdays! That's the day my Dad takes Kevin to the airport to have a soft drink, watch the planes land, and speculate loudly on the destination of each passenger inside. 'That one's goin' to Chi-car-go! ' Kevin shouts as he claps his hands. His anticipation is so great he can hardly sleep on Friday nights. And so goes his world of daily rituals and weekend field trips. He doesn't know what it means to be discontent.
His life is simple.
He will never know the entanglements of wealth of power, and he does not care what brand of clothing he wears or what kind of food he eats. His needs have always been met, and he never worries that one day they may not be. His hands are diligent. Kevin is never so happy as when he is working. When he unloads the dishwasher or vacuums the carpet, his heart is completely in it. He does not shrink from a job when it is begun, and he does not leave a job until it is finished. But when his tasks are done, Kevin knows how to relax. He is not obsessed with his work or the work of others His heart is pure.
He still believes everyone tells the truth, promises must be kept, and when you are wrong, you apologize instead of argue. Free from pride and unconcerned with appearances, Kevin is not afraid to cry when he is hurt, angry or sorry. He is always transparent, always sincere. And he trusts God. Not confined by intellectual reasoning, when he comes to Christ, he comes as a child. Kevin seems to know God - to really be friends with Him in a way that is difficult for an 'educated' person to grasp. God seems like his closest companion.
In my moments of doubt and frustrations with my Christianity I envy the security Kevin has in his simple faith. It is then that I am most willing to admit that he has some divine knowledge that rises above my mortal questions is then I realize that perhaps he is not the one with the handicap . I am.. My obligations, my fear, my pride, my circumstances - they all become disabilities when I do not trust them to God's care. Who knows if Kevin comprehends things I can never learn? After all, he has spent his whole life in that kind of innocence, praying after dark and soaking up the goodness and love of God.
And one day, when the mysteries of heaven are opened, and we are all amazed at how close God really is to our hearts, I'll realize that God heard the simple prayers of a boy who believed that God lived under his bed.
Kevin won't be surprised at all!
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
Random thoughts today
Not much to update here.
Still feeling a little sick, mostly just asthma related, I think.
Dustin got in trouble at school and we have to get that straightened out.
I'm really hoping that my MaMaw comes up here in April, just missing her a lot lately.
It was found that my Uncle has pancreatic cancer last week.
Just many things jumping around in my head the last couple weeks.
Still feeling a little sick, mostly just asthma related, I think.
Dustin got in trouble at school and we have to get that straightened out.
I'm really hoping that my MaMaw comes up here in April, just missing her a lot lately.
It was found that my Uncle has pancreatic cancer last week.
Just many things jumping around in my head the last couple weeks.
Wednesday, March 4, 2009
We're sick
I'm sick. Dustin started it, then me, then Luke and now Buck has it too. We are all miserable. Snot, coughing, wheezing, body aches, headaches, nebulizer treatments, the whole nine yards. Thankfully Myles has not came down with anything.
I ended up at the ER this evening because I just could not breathe and my chest hurt so bad. This is all messing with my asthma and so they gave me a neb treatment at the ER with two meds, a steroid through the iv, an iv bag and sent me home with different antibiotics and some predisone (I think that is spelled wrong, but am too lazy to look it up!). Hopefully this does the trick. I have missed work all week, which I could not afford and really, I had no choice, I could barely make it out of bed and of course everyone expects me to take care of them because they are sick! I know, it comes with being a Mom, you just can not be sick.
So that is the update here. Sickness.
Please God, let us get better soon.
I ended up at the ER this evening because I just could not breathe and my chest hurt so bad. This is all messing with my asthma and so they gave me a neb treatment at the ER with two meds, a steroid through the iv, an iv bag and sent me home with different antibiotics and some predisone (I think that is spelled wrong, but am too lazy to look it up!). Hopefully this does the trick. I have missed work all week, which I could not afford and really, I had no choice, I could barely make it out of bed and of course everyone expects me to take care of them because they are sick! I know, it comes with being a Mom, you just can not be sick.
So that is the update here. Sickness.
Please God, let us get better soon.
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