I'm home from work today. I woke up this morning to get ready for work, but I got sick out of the blue. Our TAKS tests are next week, so I definitely didn't want to miss a minute. However, it became very clear that I've picked up a bug of some sort. I won't go into all of the gory details, but it is probably as bad as you can imagine.
My husband and the baby girls have been so sweet, though. Hubby went this morning and did the grocery and household goods shopping for me. He even bought things he is able to cook for dinner so I won't have to bother. The little ones are constantly telling me how much they love me and giving me little hugs. I spend so much time taking care of everyone else that it just seems so foreign to have people take care of me like this.
If tomorrow comes "and the creek don't rise", I will definitely try to make it back to work in the morning, though.
Pray for me!
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
I don't get it...
A guy tried to run my cousin down yesterday. He was on a horse.
Let me repeat that. He was ON. A. HORSE!
No, they were not on a ranch or even in a field. She was getting out of the car to return to her apartment. She doesn't have covered parking and had to park a little ways from her actual unit. Out of nowhere, a guy came charging toward her at full gallop. When she quickly moved out of the way, he turned the horse around and came at her again! It was then that she realized the guy was trying to run her down. She took off running and screaming toward her apartment. She dashed through parked cars and changed direction several times to hold him at bay. Finally, she got to her unit where she beat on the door for her son to open it. It was like something out of a movie from what I hear. The guy, laughing about it, came charging full speed toward her again and jumped the curb and into her breezeway just as her son opened the door. She lives on the first floor and she and her son had to, literally, push the horse's head out of the doorway to get it shut! The police was finally called, but the guy rode off before they got there.
Da hell you say??! She should have shot the guy AND the horse for all of that foolishness and mayhem!
Well, maybe not the horse! But definitely the guy. Definitely!
Sunday, April 12, 2009
Happy Easter!
I want to wish you and yours a very Happy Easter. Know that no matter what this life may bring, Jesus is risen. He conquered death, hell, and the grave, and we are able to BE because HE IS!
Never forget this.
I know many people have cooked huge meals, have hidden umpteen Easter eggs, and have filled countless Easter baskets. That's all fine and good as long as you do not lose sight of what Easter really is about. It is about the resurrection of our Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ.
Never, never forget this.
(Oh, and if you don't believe, you might want to check back next week, because this week will probably be all about JESUS.)
Friday, April 10, 2009
His Presence!
Today has been an interesting day for me... interesting in a very good way!
First, my darling husband allowed me to sleep in this morning. He knew how tired I have been and keep the little ones at bay so mommy could sleep. When I did finally get up (around 8:00!!!), I fixed breakfast for the (little) girls. While cooking, our eldest, Brittney, came in and asked if she could talk to me.
This was huge!
Over the years, Brittney and I have gone from super close to almost strangers and back again. Some years I'm the greatest, wisest stepmom in the world, and in others, I am the Wicked Witch of the West and Greg and I are the worst parents EVER! Such is the life with a teenager who is now a young adult.
Anyway, she asked to speak with me today! I quickly put the cooking aside and we went into my bedroom to speak in private. She burst into tears and shared with me an issue she'd been dealing with. I couldn't believe it. She again trusted me to be the keeper of her hurts! Inwardly, I thanked God because clearly it was HE who had orchestrated the bridge across what often feels like a chasm between us. Of course, the little ones felt neglected and came into the room to get some mommy attention. I booted them out with the quickness because I was not going to pass up this opportunity to impart some of my pearls of wisdom (I hope!) into her life.
We had a wonderful talk, and I think the advice I gave her helped. My words cannot heal her heart's hurts, but I sure hope they applied some healing salve. In some parts of the conversation, she shared with me some things she told her friends. They were my words I had shared with her years ago! OMG, OMG, OMG! She retained some of the things I had said to her! God showed me in that instant that neither His promises nor words we speak into others' lives, whether good or bad, return void.
At one point, Britt and I started talking about the living room furniture (don't ask me why). I mentioned that her dad wanted some new sofas and she asked for us to give the current sofas to her. I was gripped with panic! I asked if she had found an apartment. After a couple of years of thinking she was old enough to move away from home, I realized that it was I who was not ready for her to leave. Why, she's still a baby. She couldn't possibly be thinking of leaving home. Heck no, she needed to finish school and get a job in her new field first. Oh, and she needs money saved, at least six month's worth, and...
Of course, she quickly assured me that she had not found an apartment. She simply wanted us to cover it with plastic and store it in the garage until that future time came. Bwahahahahaha! Still, I realized that I was not ready for her to leave home. She is still a baby after all. Um, yeah, she IS almost 22. And?
When I told my husband that she wants the sofas, he replied, "No, she can't have the sofas. She deserves more than the family's hand-me-downs. Whenever she decides to move away from home, surely we can afford to get her some new furniture of her own." I couldn't agree more. I can't wait to tell her she can't have the sofas. Knowing that I have a flair for the dramatic, I doubt I'll mention the new furniture until she is ready to move away and I take her to the furniture store with a budget and the freedom to pick what SHE wants.
More about today, though.
I eventually went back to cooking breakfast for the girls. Of course, instead of finishing the breakfast what I had started, Daddy gave them a little cereal while Britt and I were talking. *Insert sigh*
When I set their plates on the table, I walked back into the kitchen. Well, Tootie came in and said, "Mommy, you need to thank Jesus!" Of course, I quickly did. Lia came into the kitchen and repeated the request. After numerous times of them telling me to thank Jesus and me shouting "Thank you, Jesus", they finally sat back down and blessed their food. I was a little bit overwhelmed for a moment because I believe that Jesus, on this Good Friday, wanted to let me know that He is present and that He remembered me.
Lord, I thank you!
First, my darling husband allowed me to sleep in this morning. He knew how tired I have been and keep the little ones at bay so mommy could sleep. When I did finally get up (around 8:00!!!), I fixed breakfast for the (little) girls. While cooking, our eldest, Brittney, came in and asked if she could talk to me.
This was huge!
Over the years, Brittney and I have gone from super close to almost strangers and back again. Some years I'm the greatest, wisest stepmom in the world, and in others, I am the Wicked Witch of the West and Greg and I are the worst parents EVER! Such is the life with a teenager who is now a young adult.
Anyway, she asked to speak with me today! I quickly put the cooking aside and we went into my bedroom to speak in private. She burst into tears and shared with me an issue she'd been dealing with. I couldn't believe it. She again trusted me to be the keeper of her hurts! Inwardly, I thanked God because clearly it was HE who had orchestrated the bridge across what often feels like a chasm between us. Of course, the little ones felt neglected and came into the room to get some mommy attention. I booted them out with the quickness because I was not going to pass up this opportunity to impart some of my pearls of wisdom (I hope!) into her life.
We had a wonderful talk, and I think the advice I gave her helped. My words cannot heal her heart's hurts, but I sure hope they applied some healing salve. In some parts of the conversation, she shared with me some things she told her friends. They were my words I had shared with her years ago! OMG, OMG, OMG! She retained some of the things I had said to her! God showed me in that instant that neither His promises nor words we speak into others' lives, whether good or bad, return void.
At one point, Britt and I started talking about the living room furniture (don't ask me why). I mentioned that her dad wanted some new sofas and she asked for us to give the current sofas to her. I was gripped with panic! I asked if she had found an apartment. After a couple of years of thinking she was old enough to move away from home, I realized that it was I who was not ready for her to leave. Why, she's still a baby. She couldn't possibly be thinking of leaving home. Heck no, she needed to finish school and get a job in her new field first. Oh, and she needs money saved, at least six month's worth, and...
Of course, she quickly assured me that she had not found an apartment. She simply wanted us to cover it with plastic and store it in the garage until that future time came. Bwahahahahaha! Still, I realized that I was not ready for her to leave home. She is still a baby after all. Um, yeah, she IS almost 22. And?
When I told my husband that she wants the sofas, he replied, "No, she can't have the sofas. She deserves more than the family's hand-me-downs. Whenever she decides to move away from home, surely we can afford to get her some new furniture of her own." I couldn't agree more. I can't wait to tell her she can't have the sofas. Knowing that I have a flair for the dramatic, I doubt I'll mention the new furniture until she is ready to move away and I take her to the furniture store with a budget and the freedom to pick what SHE wants.
More about today, though.
I eventually went back to cooking breakfast for the girls. Of course, instead of finishing the breakfast what I had started, Daddy gave them a little cereal while Britt and I were talking. *Insert sigh*
When I set their plates on the table, I walked back into the kitchen. Well, Tootie came in and said, "Mommy, you need to thank Jesus!" Of course, I quickly did. Lia came into the kitchen and repeated the request. After numerous times of them telling me to thank Jesus and me shouting "Thank you, Jesus", they finally sat back down and blessed their food. I was a little bit overwhelmed for a moment because I believe that Jesus, on this Good Friday, wanted to let me know that He is present and that He remembered me.
Lord, I thank you!
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
We've Got a Good Kid on Our Hands!
You know how people seem to say just what you need to hear at the exact moment you need to hear it?
Well, that happened to me today. I have been very down about this school year. It has been a pretty trying year, and I am pretty much ready to get it over with so I can go back to the drawing board and start over with another crop of kids.
Yeah, I know it's unusual to hear me talk in such a manner. I know. **sigh**
When I dropped off the girls at the daycare provider's house this morning, she told me to remind her to tell me what one of the coaches had to say about my son. See, one of the coaches at my son's school is her next door neighbor. When we first moved to our current house and told her our son would be transferring, she informed us that one of the coaches lived next door and she would be happy to introduce Ryan to him. Well, as school got closer to starting, she took Ryan and me over to the house-- of course it was when they were having a cookout and ALL of the coaches and their families were there. So, Ryan got the chance to meet everyone in one fell swoop.
Fast forward to today.
She said he went on and on about Ryan and how the coach basically called him the total package-- athletic ability, academic ability, and just and all-around good kid. The coach told her just how rare it was to have an athlete that had all three strong qualities. He also told her that all of Ryan's teachers LOVE him because he is such a great student who works just as hard in class as he does on the field. She said he ended up the conversation talking about the many options Ryan will have for his college education - from big named programs to ivy league colleges.
That made my mother's-heart so proud!
I know that I did not birth Ryan from my womb, but God knows that kid was truly birthed in my heart. I also know that I am not a perfect parent, but hopefully I'm just perfect enough to get him the rest of the way.
I am so proud of my Ryan and of the mark he seems to be making on the world around him. I cannot wait to see just what else God has planned for him.
For right now, though, I am one proud mama.
Well, that happened to me today. I have been very down about this school year. It has been a pretty trying year, and I am pretty much ready to get it over with so I can go back to the drawing board and start over with another crop of kids.
Yeah, I know it's unusual to hear me talk in such a manner. I know. **sigh**
When I dropped off the girls at the daycare provider's house this morning, she told me to remind her to tell me what one of the coaches had to say about my son. See, one of the coaches at my son's school is her next door neighbor. When we first moved to our current house and told her our son would be transferring, she informed us that one of the coaches lived next door and she would be happy to introduce Ryan to him. Well, as school got closer to starting, she took Ryan and me over to the house-- of course it was when they were having a cookout and ALL of the coaches and their families were there. So, Ryan got the chance to meet everyone in one fell swoop.
Fast forward to today.
She said he went on and on about Ryan and how the coach basically called him the total package-- athletic ability, academic ability, and just and all-around good kid. The coach told her just how rare it was to have an athlete that had all three strong qualities. He also told her that all of Ryan's teachers LOVE him because he is such a great student who works just as hard in class as he does on the field. She said he ended up the conversation talking about the many options Ryan will have for his college education - from big named programs to ivy league colleges.
That made my mother's-heart so proud!
I know that I did not birth Ryan from my womb, but God knows that kid was truly birthed in my heart. I also know that I am not a perfect parent, but hopefully I'm just perfect enough to get him the rest of the way.
I am so proud of my Ryan and of the mark he seems to be making on the world around him. I cannot wait to see just what else God has planned for him.
For right now, though, I am one proud mama.
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