Wednesday, August 23, 2006

Shalee's Diner: The Hot Water Bottle

Take a moment today and stop by Shalee's Diner for a bite. You'll be glad you did.Shalee's Diner: The Hot Water Bottle

Tuesday, August 22, 2006

An Eventful Day

Two very monumental events happened yesterday. I'm surprised that the earth did not stop spinning on it's axis to mark the occasion.

FIRST: My son, my youngest, my baby, entered into...dare I say it...MIDDLE SCHOOL!!!!! Cue: Twilight Zone music.

Now, I handled Kindergarten just fine. I was brave and DID NOT CRY. I did well with Intermediate School, but MIDDLE SCHOOL?!? Cue: Twilight Zone Music. On the outside, my face was calm and reassuring as I dropped him off. But as soon as the car door slammed shut it took all I had to restrain myself from screaming, "No...get back here! You're too young to be sacrificed to those hoodlums!" (Cause, you know, my son is perfect...it's everyone else that's crazed)

In fact, all that escaped me was a strangled "Eep!" Once more, his face, still showing traces of the baby he had been looked into mine. He grinned, waved, and then he was gone. Lost in a sea of pre-pubescent angst and pimple cream. And I was left wondering where the time has gone.

SECOND: (and on a much happier note) My blog was spotlighted by Kari, a blogger at Christian Women Online. Thanks Kari for the wonderful post! (I promise, my head only swelled up the teensiest bit...like...twice it's normal size) If you'd like to read what she wrote...go here.

As I said before folks, it was a monumental day.

Sidenote: Fuddman survived his first day at Middle School. So far, I haven't had to answer any strange questions or worse, re-direct him to his father for information, however, I will keep you posted as the year progresses. Pray. For. Me.

Friday, August 18, 2006

The One Place I Really Want To Go



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I found this at(where else?) EveryDay Mommy and thought it was really cute. It was fun to go back over my life and remember all the places I lived as a kid. I also lived in Germany twice, and visited Holland and Mexico. (Not at the same time.) In case you haven't figured it out by now...I was an Army Brat.

Not only did this map get me to thinking about where I've been, it also made me think about where I want to go. And right now, the place I want to visit the most can't be found on a map.

10"My beloved responded and said to me,
'(X)Arise, my darling, my beautiful one,
And come along.
11'For behold, the winter is past,
The rain is over and gone.
12'The flowers have already appeared in the land;
The time has arrived for pruning the vines,
And the voice of the (Y)turtledove has been heard in our land.
13'The (Z)fig tree has ripened its figs,
And the (AA)vines in blossom have given forth their fragrance.
Arise, my darling, my beautiful one,
And come along!'"
14"O (AB)my dove, (AC)in the clefts of the rock,
In the secret place of the steep pathway,
Let me see your form,
(AD)Let me hear your voice;
For your voice is sweet,
And your form is (AE)lovely."


That's where I want to go. The Secret Place. I'm weary of the trouble going on in this world. I'm weary of hearing the stories of JonBenet Ramsey's alleged killer. You know the Bible does say that there are some sins that aren't even to be uttered. We do not need to know every sordid detail in other people's lives.

Yup. I'm tired. I need refreshment and restoration. To borrow some verse from the Dixie Chicks:

Father take me away
Fly this girl as high as You can into the wild blue
Set me free Lord I pray
Closer to Heaven above and closer to You
Closer to You

Yup. I think it's time to soak up some of the Son. Grab a little R&R if you will. See ya'll later.

Tuesday, August 15, 2006

Lesson in Humility # 142,639

I went to visit my cousin this past weekend. Somehow the conversation turned to blogging and my cousin said, "I don't blog. I think it's very presumptuous of a person to believe that other people might care to read about what they think on any given subject."

Ouch.

Monday, August 07, 2006

Children are a Blessing

I work at a University. With the exception of the other secretary in my office, all the ladies I work with are young professionals. Smart, efficient, goal-oriented women. They have a college degree, (some of them several) and they are confident and wonderful women with bright outlooks on the future. In some ways I envy them.

In some ways I don't.

I don't have a college degree. I got married at 19, had my first child by the time I was 21, and my life has mainly consisted of working to make sure my family survives. I have goals, to be sure, it's just that more often than not, life happens and reaching my goals has to be put off for a while. I'm not upset about it, that's just the way it is. For the most part, I love my life. I am enthralled with my kids, I've been blessed with an amazing man to share them with, and most of all, an amazing network of friends, relatives, and church family to help us through the tough spots. All in all, God has blessed me more than I could have ever thought or hoped or dreamed.

So what does this have to do with the price of bananas in Shanghai?

During lunch the other day, the young professionals in our office were talking about their plans for the near future. One young lady has been married for a year, and they just recently purchased a house. When asked if she wanted to have children, she replied, "Yes, but not until I'm 30. Oh, wait, that's just 4 years away." At this revelation, it was evident that she began to get nervous. She began to stammer about how "their" (meaning her and hubby's) plans might not be ready by then. Talk then began to turn to how children are such a burden and a responsibility. One woman remarked that it gave her the heebie jeebies to think about having a child. As they were talking I wondered, "Lord, when did "mother" become a dirty word?"

Silently, the other secretary and myself shared a knowing look.

You see, she doesn't have a degree either. She is an older woman, and was raised in an era where women cherished their families, and their highest and most loftiest goal, was to be a mother. She has two children and is now a grandmother. And she and I share a deep wisdom that these women, with their college degrees and hard earned knowledge, may never understand.

And that is this...that children, although they come with great responsibility, are gifts from the Lord. And all the hardship, sleepless nights, money spent, and prayers sent cannot begin to compare to the blessing of chubby little arms reaching out for a hug. Or the smell of your newborn's skin as it lies on your chest.

We martyr ourselves time and time again on the altar of the PTA, BandBoosters, and the Boy Scouts for the thrill of pride that cracks your heart as you begin to see glimpses of the adult that is forming in your teen-ager. And then finally, after years of toil and work, the coup de grace. Grandchildren.

Young ladies, young professionals, you are all beautiful and I salute you. But you can have your degrees and your titles, your careers and your tailored suits. Take them all girls and more power to you, but as for me and others like me, we have bigger fish to fry. You see, while you plan for the future...we are busy molding it.

Thursday, August 03, 2006

I'm Over It Now

Well, apparently, no one had any suggestions for me. I guess that means we're all in the same boat?!? Either that or it's just that nobody read my blog. Probably the latter.

I'm over my temper tantrum now and am back on track. I still don't have much to say though. I guess I have a bad case of blogger's block.

I just got through listening to an awesome song by Misty Edwards called I Sleep. BEAUTIFUL!!! Misty, if you're reading this (it could happen!)fantastic job!

Man...I need a life.