A little sunshine during my ordinary day...

I know, I'm blogging for the second time today...I can hardly believe it myself. Yet, I wanted to share my little "sunshine" moment.

My men came in from the camp early this afternoon. They had to quit working because of the rain. So, needless to say I was surprised when they came in the door, after expecting them to be gone most of the day.

In came my not so little boy, dressed like his dad in his camo overalls, old t-shirt, boots and ball cap. He was sweaty, dirty and slightly on the smelly side. It was one of those moments that only a mom could appreciate. The mixture of stinky boy and loving child that takes a mom's breath away. You see, my young man may have been on the dirty side, but in his hand was a bouquet of bright yellow flowers for the woman in his life...me! I hugged him too...dirt, sweat and everything else!

Isn't it amazing that our Heavenly Father knows when we need a little sunshine in a rather ordinary day?

Just an ordinary day...

I haven't blogged for a few days, so I'm probably in trouble with my dad, again. He lets me know that I need to blog often so he knows what is going on in my life...of course I haven't figured out why the same principle doesn't apply to him too! Love you, Dad! Yes, I read your blog today!

Anyway, the problem is that nothing "interesting" has happened the last few days. No funny kid stories, no deep thoughts to ponder, no great adventures in the life of this family. This past week has simply been a normal, ordinary week. Work, school, church, etc...

I could write about all the sickness going around. The tummy bug, strep throat and now the flu, seem to be making its way around my small southern town. Three of us couldn't out run the stomach virus, but now as a paranoid mom should, I worry every time one of my children gets a headache...what if? Oh, we will not even go there!

I could write about the drama that continues at my work place, but I've already gone there and done that...although I've thought about creating a soap opera based around it. It could be title something like, "All My Children." Oh, wait, that title is already taken!

I could write about our incredible weight loss. Wait, actually I haven't lost anymore this past week. After being sick, it does take one a little while to get back into eating right...come Monday I will be back on target! I will send a shout out for my husband, for he was able to wear a pair of pants, yesterday, that he hasn't been able to wear in a long time. He was very proud. I was too! Way to go Kev!!!

I might be able to blog about reality television since I seem to be addicted to it! I am getting better...I don't record anything, so if I miss a show, I miss a show! I will say that the Biggest Loser, American Idol and Survivor do keep me entertained! That is if I can stay awake! I feel so old some days! My bed time keeps getting earlier and earlier.

I am going to announce that my family will be proud and have no reason for embarrassment any longer...the Christmas trees have finally come down! Yeah!

So, as you can see, nothing interesting, nothing note worthy, nothing even remotely funny...just plain old ordinary! I am getting ready to pay a few bills (YUCK!), wash a few loads of clothes (UGH!) and clean a little house (HELP!).

However, on the bright side...after all the drama, sickness, homework, and even frustration of a normal week of school and work, well it is kind of nice to just have a plain and simple ordinary day! I think I will try and "be glad in it!"

Here's hoping if you don't have anything exciting planned, that your day is worry free and pretty ordinary too! Happy Saturday, Everyone!

A Trip Home?

I just got back a little over an hour ago. My bags are still sitting in the kitchen floor where they were dropped when unpacking the car. A few groceries sit on the cabinet, those that didn't have to be refridgerated, because lazy me was too tired to put them in their place. (I'm sure they will still be sitting there tomorrow, after all every one in my family thinks that is Mom's job.) I managed to eat a bowl of chicken noodle soup (first thing I've eaten all day, with the exception of a biscuit at my mom's house.), since the tummy virus seems to have attacked my household this weekend and is blessing me with a repeat appearance! And I sat down to check my "mail" and thought I would chat for a brief moment...

I was gone this weekend. I went home, I guess you could say. I've said this before, but being a minister's kid, well I moved all over, lived all over the world and have always had trouble answering the question; "Where are you from?" Hmmm...where am I from? Truth? I always said I was from the place where my Nanny lived. She was the stable part of my upbringing. I knew that no matter where my parents lived, her house was always there, her couch was always ready for me and her arms were always open...

Until a little less than two years ago. My Nanny went on to her palace in the sky to be with her Prince Jesus and left the rest of us floundering for a moment. Without her for a brief time, I felt I didn't have that childhood "HOME." Don't get me wrong, home is with my husband and children...that is where my heart is. Yet, everyone wants to know where they come from, a place to rattle off when people ask that "Where are you from?" question. We all need that place in our heart where we feel we came from and belong...

Well, I went on a trip this weekend. As I was driving through the mountains, that I had traveled through so many times, I got kind of excited. My kids were excited about seeing their grandparents and cousins, but although I was looking forward to that visit, I was excited for another reason... I was finally going HOME! My mom and dad had finally retired and had come back home to the place where they were born and raised. The place I had always called in the back of my mind, my home.

Thanks Mom and Dad for letting me come "HOME" this weekend! We enjoyed our visit. I look forward to your house always being there, your couch always being ready and your arms always being open for me and my family in the years to come!

It must be the bat ears...

My husband and daughter went to a concert out of town. I am enjoying the fact that they have started doing some things like that together...can't get too much daddy-daughter time, I say! Anyway, I spent the evening with Jordan. We watched a little television and did our Valentines for school, etc... Anyway, our other family member was in need of a quick visit outside, so Jordan had dog duty. No big deal really...

Or so I thought. Jordan comes running back into the house; "Mom, there is a big huge dog out in the back yard with Baby Girl! HELP!" I go running. Jordan has locked both dogs in the back yard, mainly because he is scared. As I leave our back door, I start yelling for our dog to come in the house, which is when the crazy barking started.

Picturing my dog getting chewed up by a big dog, I had a moment of pure panic...what was I going to do?! I get to the gate, still yelling her name. It is dark and Baby Girl is black. Evidently the other dog is black too, so I can hardly see them in the pitch black of night. As I hit the gate, my sweet little dog goes berserk! All of a sudden, I see two dark blobs chasing each other, one on the heels of the other, one dog running for its life.

Now the funny part of this story, is that when my eyes finally started to focus, I realized that my little dog, half chihuahua and half rat terrier was chasing and nipping at a big Lab. Who would have thunk it? I guess our little watch dog was out to save her master from the big, bad wolf! Where did the courage come from? It must have been her huge "bat ears." Maybe, she is a superhero among dogs and we didn't know it....

Baby Girl ("Bat Girl," as I like to call her!"

Admitting my addiction...

Before you read any further I must warn you...it is not pretty. I have an addiction. It grabs me around 11:00 a.m. when I go to lunch and I start feeling the urge again at night, after my favorite shows are watched and dinner is eaten. I'm kind of scared to admit my weaknesses, I don't want you to think less of me. However, I must remind you that I am human...

The problem is that I am left with guilt...guilt over leaving the dishes unwashed or not tackling the laundry piles in the hall. Yet, the guilt isn't strong enough for me to stop. I've got it bad!

You see, I'm addicted to a thing called Facebook. I know, you are horrified right now, aren't you? I can't seem to help myself. It is like a connection to the rest of the world. I can waste hours, looking at friend's pictures, seeing what my favorite teenagers are up to or locating old pals.

It still amazes me that I can talk to my sister, my old suite mate in college and a kid in our youth group all at the same time... I've been able to reconnect with my old high school friends as well as kids in three different youth groups, that use to belong to Kevin.

I posted some pictures today, some old pictures at that and within seconds friends were commenting on them...

Yes, I'm addicted. You just have to love modern technology!

Oh, by the way, are you my friend?

I felt like I signed my life away!

Well, I really hate to bring this up again, but I went to the dentist today. Actually I went and saw two dentists today. Two? You ask. Yes, two. You see, for some reason I'm finding out that each dentist has their specialty and love to pass you around among their dental comrades...or so it seems.


The truth is that I had to have a reconstruct done on my root canal a few weeks ago. Today was the second half of that process. It hurt a little more today than last week, but I lived to now tell about it. After leaving the dentist's office I then had to go to the surgeon down the street for a consultation, because I have to have a wisdom tooth pulled before they can cap off my tooth with the root canal. Crazy, huh? I'm still not sure I understand it all. I do know this, that sometime in March I will be having my wisdom tooth pulled...I'm a little on the scared side.


Why? Because at the dentist's office today I literally signed my life away, that is why! I had to initial that it was OK if the dentist accidentally breaks my jaw, after all, I am no longer young with mushy bones, I have old bones that are getting more brittle by the day! I need to go and drink a glass of milk right now!


I also had to initial where it says I could end up paralyzed in the mouth, bleed badly or just plain die...yes, you read right. I just signed my life away! Over one stinking tooth!!! I'm thinking that there are certainly more glamorous ways to meet Jesus than death by tooth! Unfortunately, I guess somewhere it has happen to someone, therefore this dentist wanted my signature on the dotted line.

Of course I might as well, because I about croaked right there in the office anyway when they told me how much it was going to cost. One tooth...anybody have a pair of pliers I can borrow?

I'm thinking by the time I get my mouth all fixed, my kids can forget ever going to college and I might should just invest in some life insurance now!

Somehow it just doesn't seem right to fork over money to LOSE A TOOTH! What am I exactly paying for? All I know is the tooth fairy better be real good to me. A quarter just will not do this time...