Remember that shelf thing I mentioned earlier today?
That crazy hair-brained idea that people put other people on shelves according to how they “value” them? Another word you could probably call that is favoritism…
Just a side note: It’s evident in the Bible even…look at Jacob and Esau or Leah and Rachel…There are just some people that others are drawn too more than others…I guess it’s just a human fact…
I think that whole concept hurts me the worst is when I perceive it people that I esteem or respect or “want to be liked by”…When I’ve spent countless hours and years trying to “win their love” or as my husband will term it from time to time…”brown-nosing” people…and let me tell you…(the origin of THAT description is just plain disgusting…)
Which really describes my trying to win approval of people to a T…it’s futile, it makes me feel yucky and almost never works …I say almost, because there are times that I make people want to “invite me along” on account of something that I did…but it’s not because of “who I am”…
Which brings me to the other point…when I realize that “who I am” is “not enough” for them…it hurts me. Does anyone else feel that sometimes? I KNOW it shouldn't matter…it shouldn’t matter if I’m over looked for the basketball team…it shouldn’t matter that they don’t want me helping in the kitchen…it shouldn’t matter that they’d rather spend an hour on the phone with someone else than 5 minutes with me….it shouldn't matter if my kids are overlooked and others are esteemed...
Then why does it still hurt sometimes? Is it my selfishness? Is it my pride? It’s probably both…I’m working so hard on taking those thoughts and hurts and giving them over because, to be honest, they are just too heavy for me to carry (especially with the brand new air cast I’m sporting on my left leg…can you say sexy???)
Anyhoo…why am I adding onto an already honkin’ long post? Because I really want to be done with it and not harp on it all week long and because I was faced with something and I found myself spiraling out of control and wanted to reel it back in…
I’m working on trying to instill the security found in God into my girls, so that when they are faced with friends and even family and loved ones that, in their perception, may not “value” them as much…I don’t want them to sulk in it like I often do…I don’t want it to spur them to bitterness or worse yet, “trying even harder”…I want them to be able to just accept those people with their imperfections, whether those people actually realize their favoritism or not and THEN…to realize that they are God’s dwelling place…and no matter what anyone else says or does or doesn’t do…it just doesn’t have an affect on who they are and who they will become…
I want to close this subject with a brief quote and assurances by Beth Moore:
“She is clothed with strength and dignity; she can laugh at the days to come.” (this one’s actually from the Bible first)
The Maker of Heaven and earth, will: (all quotes from the Bible)
Perfect everything that concerns you
Work all things together for your good
Contend with those who contend with you
Fight this battle for you
Equip you with divine power
Delight to show you mercy
Meet all your needs according to His glorious riches in Christ Jesus
Give you grace that is perfectly sufficient
Be your power in weakness
Do immeasurably more than all you could ask or imagine, according to the power that is at work within you.
This is my favorite: If you will place your trust in Him, He will always-I said always- make sure that in the end you will look upon your foes in triumph. May your unseen enemy regret the day he set the crosshairs of his weapon upon your forehead!
Tuesday, March 30, 2010
Let's Talk: So Long Insecurity...
I mentioned that I read that Beth Moore book...so, if you've already read it or are thinking about it, feel free to just pass on this post (don't want to spoil it for you:)
But, if you're just passin' by on your blog surfing for the day, I hope you are inspired by her words as much as I was:
without further ado: Quotes from Mrs. Moore
“If I search around long enough, I’ll find insecurity beneath my grandiosity, and arrogant expectations beneath my self-contempt”
“Perfectionists’ black and white thinking take them on a roller coaster between feeling horribly inadequate and bad about themselves, and then, when things are going well, feeling proud to be so good.”
“The trap is not only placing our security in something that gives a false positive (like appearance or materialism, etc), it’s also in fighting like a mad dog to keep it there.”
“What God initiates, He equips us to handle. This is true even when emotional assimilation requires a process.”
“Anybody can be like everybody else. Only those who are exceptional choose to believe the possible over the probable.”
Or how about this one:
“How lovely is your dwelling place, O Lord Almighty”…HELLO…He lives IN ME! I’m the dwelling place…do you grasp that?
These quotes are all over the board…and well, they should be considering I just grabbed them out of context in about 5 different chapters in the entire book…but, these are the ones that grabbed me first…
Quote #1 Oh, here is where I lie…in the duplicity/complexity of this pride versus low self-esteem…There was an interesting insight that she listed that just hit me square in the face: “Although perfectionists seem very insecure, doubting their decisions and actions, fearing mistakes and rejection and having low opinions of themselves, AT THE SAME TIME, they have excessively high personal standards and an exaggerated emphasis on precision…which suggests an aspiration to be better than others.” There, I said it…that’s me…a lot of the time…and doggone it, I am aware of it now…which means I have to do something about it…and it’s hard. I’ve always had a mentality that people put other people on shelves…they arrange them according to their “value”…and I”ve always believed that if I could just make it ON a shelf, then I could prove and climb myself to the next shelf. The problem with this is that 1) I’m not sure if everyone “gets” the whole shelf thing and 2) what gets me on one person’s shelf, doesn’t on another person…and so I’m constantly trying to figure out what it would take to succeed…3) sometimes there's just nothing I can do to win the "acceptance" or "shelf value" of someone else.
Let’s skip to the last quote I have up there because it blows this concept or my “false positive” out of the water… "I’m the dwelling place for Jesus”…well duh…who gives a rip about someone else’s shelf for me…I’m a whole house, people!!!
I read this book and so many things just struck me and I’d have to stop and process…and I still am…processing that is…not stopping…
I have 3 little girls watching me…I don’t want to be an actress for them…I don’t want them to see a perfect mom that everyone adores…that seems to do everything right…who appears to be the most spiritual…who says all the right things at the right time…who can “repent” with the best of them so as to appear “real”…I hate appearances to be honest…all those things are really great and deep down, I know that I want them, if I'm truly honest with myself…but, I want them because I think other people will then appreciate me more and like me more…that’s NOT a good enough reason.
I have a long way to go in dealing with this whole Insecurity thing…it’s crazy sometimes and throws me for a loop...I have enough baggage from my life that I've allowed to form my perceptions…I hope I haven’t scared you off with my vulnerable admissions…but, I am a “watcha see if watcha get” sort of person…so I think you already knew that. And if I don't fit on one your shelves...that's okay...I'm just gonna focus on fixin' up His whole house a bit...and dusting shelves isn't a priority at the moment!
But, if you're just passin' by on your blog surfing for the day, I hope you are inspired by her words as much as I was:
without further ado: Quotes from Mrs. Moore
“If I search around long enough, I’ll find insecurity beneath my grandiosity, and arrogant expectations beneath my self-contempt”
“Perfectionists’ black and white thinking take them on a roller coaster between feeling horribly inadequate and bad about themselves, and then, when things are going well, feeling proud to be so good.”
“The trap is not only placing our security in something that gives a false positive (like appearance or materialism, etc), it’s also in fighting like a mad dog to keep it there.”
“What God initiates, He equips us to handle. This is true even when emotional assimilation requires a process.”
“Anybody can be like everybody else. Only those who are exceptional choose to believe the possible over the probable.”
Or how about this one:
“How lovely is your dwelling place, O Lord Almighty”…HELLO…He lives IN ME! I’m the dwelling place…do you grasp that?
These quotes are all over the board…and well, they should be considering I just grabbed them out of context in about 5 different chapters in the entire book…but, these are the ones that grabbed me first…
Quote #1 Oh, here is where I lie…in the duplicity/complexity of this pride versus low self-esteem…There was an interesting insight that she listed that just hit me square in the face: “Although perfectionists seem very insecure, doubting their decisions and actions, fearing mistakes and rejection and having low opinions of themselves, AT THE SAME TIME, they have excessively high personal standards and an exaggerated emphasis on precision…which suggests an aspiration to be better than others.” There, I said it…that’s me…a lot of the time…and doggone it, I am aware of it now…which means I have to do something about it…and it’s hard. I’ve always had a mentality that people put other people on shelves…they arrange them according to their “value”…and I”ve always believed that if I could just make it ON a shelf, then I could prove and climb myself to the next shelf. The problem with this is that 1) I’m not sure if everyone “gets” the whole shelf thing and 2) what gets me on one person’s shelf, doesn’t on another person…and so I’m constantly trying to figure out what it would take to succeed…3) sometimes there's just nothing I can do to win the "acceptance" or "shelf value" of someone else.
Let’s skip to the last quote I have up there because it blows this concept or my “false positive” out of the water… "I’m the dwelling place for Jesus”…well duh…who gives a rip about someone else’s shelf for me…I’m a whole house, people!!!
I read this book and so many things just struck me and I’d have to stop and process…and I still am…processing that is…not stopping…
I have 3 little girls watching me…I don’t want to be an actress for them…I don’t want them to see a perfect mom that everyone adores…that seems to do everything right…who appears to be the most spiritual…who says all the right things at the right time…who can “repent” with the best of them so as to appear “real”…I hate appearances to be honest…all those things are really great and deep down, I know that I want them, if I'm truly honest with myself…but, I want them because I think other people will then appreciate me more and like me more…that’s NOT a good enough reason.
I have a long way to go in dealing with this whole Insecurity thing…it’s crazy sometimes and throws me for a loop...I have enough baggage from my life that I've allowed to form my perceptions…I hope I haven’t scared you off with my vulnerable admissions…but, I am a “watcha see if watcha get” sort of person…so I think you already knew that. And if I don't fit on one your shelves...that's okay...I'm just gonna focus on fixin' up His whole house a bit...and dusting shelves isn't a priority at the moment!
Monday, March 29, 2010
Learned Something New
Thanks to our awesome friends, the Austins, we enjoyed an incredible dinner out last night to our family favorite restaurant, Molly Woo's.
After our "usual" order of chicken pad thai, happy family, woodles of noodes, dragon fingers and our all time favorite: lettuce cups...we decided to add something to the mix...
Now, what could be needed after smothering our faces with butter as we slurp the woodle noodles? What else is worth eating after savoring the lettuce greens that encircled the spicy concoction of chicken and water chestnuts? What more can you ask for after stuffing your face full of flat noodles and alfalfa sprouts?
In my opinion: NOTHING...
Not so with with Italian Stallion...
You'd think, being Italian...well, that he wouldn't have this natural zest for Asian cuisine...Yes, they may share a continent slight edit: they share a land mass...different continents!, but we're a far cry from sesame and brown sauce...I love me some pad thai and maybe some sesame chicken, but I don't venture farther than that...the girls and I enjoy our "asian" buttered noodles...but, that's about as far as we go in the oriental world...
Enter SUSHI...
The girls and I just sorta stared as Daddy mixed his little sauces in the oh so tiny dish...we looked questioningly at one another at the fishy smelling cylinders on his plate...Although, Little Munchkin was a little too busy slurping in a long noodle to notice too much...and it was one of those times that I could have kicked myself for not bringing my camera...her face resembled one that had sucked too hard on a lemon, but was enjoying it all the same...
Anyhoo...Daddy just picked up that little rice patty thingy and popped it in his mouth..."Mommy, how about you try it?" Not to be outdone, I did the same...with much regret and remorse I will now admit...
Don't get me wrong...I like me some good tuna every once in awhile...with MAYONAISE thank you very much!!! and on BREAD ahem
So, I learned something...I don't like Sushi...and by my admission and facial expressions, I doubt my children will ever try it either...and I refuse to feel badly about it...after all...I just finished reading So Long, Insecurity (stay tuned tomorrow for my inspiring book review ha ha) and I'm fine with it...
Have a great Monday!
After our "usual" order of chicken pad thai, happy family, woodles of noodes, dragon fingers and our all time favorite: lettuce cups...we decided to add something to the mix...
Now, what could be needed after smothering our faces with butter as we slurp the woodle noodles? What else is worth eating after savoring the lettuce greens that encircled the spicy concoction of chicken and water chestnuts? What more can you ask for after stuffing your face full of flat noodles and alfalfa sprouts?
In my opinion: NOTHING...
Not so with with Italian Stallion...
You'd think, being Italian...well, that he wouldn't have this natural zest for Asian cuisine...Yes, they may share a continent slight edit: they share a land mass...different continents!, but we're a far cry from sesame and brown sauce...I love me some pad thai and maybe some sesame chicken, but I don't venture farther than that...the girls and I enjoy our "asian" buttered noodles...but, that's about as far as we go in the oriental world...
Enter SUSHI...
The girls and I just sorta stared as Daddy mixed his little sauces in the oh so tiny dish...we looked questioningly at one another at the fishy smelling cylinders on his plate...Although, Little Munchkin was a little too busy slurping in a long noodle to notice too much...and it was one of those times that I could have kicked myself for not bringing my camera...her face resembled one that had sucked too hard on a lemon, but was enjoying it all the same...
Anyhoo...Daddy just picked up that little rice patty thingy and popped it in his mouth..."Mommy, how about you try it?" Not to be outdone, I did the same...with much regret and remorse I will now admit...
Don't get me wrong...I like me some good tuna every once in awhile...with MAYONAISE thank you very much!!! and on BREAD ahem
So, I learned something...I don't like Sushi...and by my admission and facial expressions, I doubt my children will ever try it either...and I refuse to feel badly about it...after all...I just finished reading So Long, Insecurity (stay tuned tomorrow for my inspiring book review ha ha) and I'm fine with it...
Have a great Monday!
Saturday, March 27, 2010
Book Talks
Most of you know that I’m an avid reader…and by avid, I mean that you can pretty much rest assured that I have a book that I’m reading at any given moment throughout the week. Normally, I get so into books that I stay up until 1-2 in the morning to finish it…thus being dead to reality first thing in the morning, but that, my friend, may be one of the reasons that I enjoy reading fiction so much? J
Another thing you may know about me is that books tend to “get inside me”…it’s not that way with movies. If I watch a movie, I think of it maybe once or twice throughout the following week, but then I pretty much forget about it…except for the occasional, “oh, Meg Ryan looked adorable in that little outfit…wish I could find one like that” sort of thought that randomly will go through my head. Books on the other hand are almost like real life experiences for me…I conjure up the entire scene in my head and I LIVE it. Because of this, I have to be careful what I put before my eyes. There have been times that I have been so engrossed in a book, and then I will get to a part that, even as a married woman, I know that if I read any further, it will be as though I’m “watching or living” the scene…and in those cases, I have shut the book and returned it to the library as fast as my minivan can carry me.
I also tend to keep to inspirational fiction…I don’t go near the nonfiction section unless 1) something has been highly recommended to me, 2)I want to learn something particular or 3) I’m punishing myself and therefore force myself to read pentameter until I gag.
I wanted to preface with all that because recently I’ve read 2 nonfiction books…WHOA HORSEY…yep…now, I won’t say that I haven’t read about 3 inspirational fiction books on the side, just to keep me satisfied, but these 2 books are so far away from each other in dynamic and purpose…and I came away feeling something different with both…
The first was Mennonite in a Little Black Dress . I really enjoyed the humor of this autobiography. The author is hilarious. Infact, my darling Italian Stallion told me that I had to quit reading the book while he was in the same room because he couldn’t take my cackling…CACKLING…I cackled because I was trying not to bust out in outrageous laughter after every other page. This is sad to admit considering the life this woman has led and the choices that she has made along the way. However, she has a way of portraying her life that allows us, the reader, to set ourselves outside of her life and just watch…which is what I need considering my tendency to BECOME ONE with books. And yet, after finishing the book, I felt rather empty and sad…like, I wasn’t sure whether she actually “got it”…she goes backs to her roots, but I felt like she missed the relationship that was waiting for her not in religion or faith, but in Jesus…
The next book is So Long, Insecurity by Beth Moore. I’ve always been a fan of Beth Moore. She has a way with words…she can take the ordinary and Texas drawl them out to get your attention…which never wavers even after you put the book down. I have just a few things to say about what I’m learning in this book…but, I’m going to save that for tomorrow…or maybe the next day…depending on when I can put a book down and stay away from the computer long enough to actually get my house in order…
So, stay tuned if you want a little “trailer” for the book…or just come back next week sometime and I’m sure I”ll have some lovely pictures of sprouting lettuce or blind your eyes white legs as I may be able to get into shorts this week with the coming weather…but again, it snowed 2 inches yesterday, what do the weathermen know?
Another thing you may know about me is that books tend to “get inside me”…it’s not that way with movies. If I watch a movie, I think of it maybe once or twice throughout the following week, but then I pretty much forget about it…except for the occasional, “oh, Meg Ryan looked adorable in that little outfit…wish I could find one like that” sort of thought that randomly will go through my head. Books on the other hand are almost like real life experiences for me…I conjure up the entire scene in my head and I LIVE it. Because of this, I have to be careful what I put before my eyes. There have been times that I have been so engrossed in a book, and then I will get to a part that, even as a married woman, I know that if I read any further, it will be as though I’m “watching or living” the scene…and in those cases, I have shut the book and returned it to the library as fast as my minivan can carry me.
I also tend to keep to inspirational fiction…I don’t go near the nonfiction section unless 1) something has been highly recommended to me, 2)I want to learn something particular or 3) I’m punishing myself and therefore force myself to read pentameter until I gag.
I wanted to preface with all that because recently I’ve read 2 nonfiction books…WHOA HORSEY…yep…now, I won’t say that I haven’t read about 3 inspirational fiction books on the side, just to keep me satisfied, but these 2 books are so far away from each other in dynamic and purpose…and I came away feeling something different with both…
The first was Mennonite in a Little Black Dress . I really enjoyed the humor of this autobiography. The author is hilarious. Infact, my darling Italian Stallion told me that I had to quit reading the book while he was in the same room because he couldn’t take my cackling…CACKLING…I cackled because I was trying not to bust out in outrageous laughter after every other page. This is sad to admit considering the life this woman has led and the choices that she has made along the way. However, she has a way of portraying her life that allows us, the reader, to set ourselves outside of her life and just watch…which is what I need considering my tendency to BECOME ONE with books. And yet, after finishing the book, I felt rather empty and sad…like, I wasn’t sure whether she actually “got it”…she goes backs to her roots, but I felt like she missed the relationship that was waiting for her not in religion or faith, but in Jesus…
The next book is So Long, Insecurity by Beth Moore. I’ve always been a fan of Beth Moore. She has a way with words…she can take the ordinary and Texas drawl them out to get your attention…which never wavers even after you put the book down. I have just a few things to say about what I’m learning in this book…but, I’m going to save that for tomorrow…or maybe the next day…depending on when I can put a book down and stay away from the computer long enough to actually get my house in order…
So, stay tuned if you want a little “trailer” for the book…or just come back next week sometime and I’m sure I”ll have some lovely pictures of sprouting lettuce or blind your eyes white legs as I may be able to get into shorts this week with the coming weather…but again, it snowed 2 inches yesterday, what do the weathermen know?
Thursday, March 25, 2010
Just call me Gimpy
It's been about 6 six weeks that I've been forcing my body out of it's comfort zone of sitting on the couch reading a book or sleeping in until I know I can get the girls to the bus stop on time...gone are were those days.
There are times in my life that once I know that I CAN accomplish something, I tend to get a little cocky about it...it's my little pep talk for myself...
for example: while in labor with my first child, I kept thinking that if Laura Ingalls or Sarah in the Bible could do it, doggone it...I could too...(and don't ask me why I think Laura Ingalls, but I needed to picture someone from a longgggg time ago...I suppose I could have thought of Pocahontas or something...nevermind) I kept thinking past the pain of it with each interval...so when baby number 3 came along: I just kept at it and hung on until it was over...
How does this translate into everyday life? I talk myself into thinking that what is pain, isn't really so bad...
this is a good thing when dealing with cuts from when the knife slips while working with an onion...this is also good when your little ones watch you fall headfirst into a door or trip coming down the stairs...if they see you loose it, well, they loose it too...so, I "manage" the pain...
This is NOT a good idea when you are dealing in areas of which you HAVE KNOW IDEA...for example: physical training and biology...
I've had shin splints before...while playing basketball in highschool...I know, I'm SOOO the basketball type...anyhoo...I've been "running" for about a year...add in that p90x guru and I'm beginning to feel like a machine! WooHoo...look at me, i'm getting strong...I can do it...
enter leg pain..."it's okay" I tell myself...it's only shin splints...you can push through this...and so I continue...for days...and then comes YESTERDAY...
I went out for my run and somewhere between walking out the door and the easy jog to the first street, something happened...an incredible pain shot up from my ankle and up the inside part of my leg...not in the front like my regular shin splints...
But, being my stupid self...I just kept going for TWO STINKING MILES...I knew that when I stopped it would hurt worse...what I didn't expect was that I wouldn't be able to put any pressure on my leg without wincing and wanting to scream in pain...
I've birthed 3 babies without epidurals for heavens sake...I can handle pain...yeah, well...my body suddenly forgot all about that...and the thought and even the minor touch of the leg hitting the floor at just the wrong angle and I'm near tears...
And so I'm "benched" for a little while...I have no idea how long...but, I limp along or hop on one foot all through my house...I see the looks from people while I"m pushing my cart in the grocery store...the ones that say, "geez lady, get the motorized vehicle...you're painful to look at"...
It's okay though...I'm into nicknames...never had one myself...so I suppose Gimpy will work for the time being!
There are times in my life that once I know that I CAN accomplish something, I tend to get a little cocky about it...it's my little pep talk for myself...
for example: while in labor with my first child, I kept thinking that if Laura Ingalls or Sarah in the Bible could do it, doggone it...I could too...(and don't ask me why I think Laura Ingalls, but I needed to picture someone from a longgggg time ago...I suppose I could have thought of Pocahontas or something...nevermind) I kept thinking past the pain of it with each interval...so when baby number 3 came along: I just kept at it and hung on until it was over...
How does this translate into everyday life? I talk myself into thinking that what is pain, isn't really so bad...
this is a good thing when dealing with cuts from when the knife slips while working with an onion...this is also good when your little ones watch you fall headfirst into a door or trip coming down the stairs...if they see you loose it, well, they loose it too...so, I "manage" the pain...
This is NOT a good idea when you are dealing in areas of which you HAVE KNOW IDEA...for example: physical training and biology...
I've had shin splints before...while playing basketball in highschool...I know, I'm SOOO the basketball type...anyhoo...I've been "running" for about a year...add in that p90x guru and I'm beginning to feel like a machine! WooHoo...look at me, i'm getting strong...I can do it...
enter leg pain..."it's okay" I tell myself...it's only shin splints...you can push through this...and so I continue...for days...and then comes YESTERDAY...
I went out for my run and somewhere between walking out the door and the easy jog to the first street, something happened...an incredible pain shot up from my ankle and up the inside part of my leg...not in the front like my regular shin splints...
But, being my stupid self...I just kept going for TWO STINKING MILES...I knew that when I stopped it would hurt worse...what I didn't expect was that I wouldn't be able to put any pressure on my leg without wincing and wanting to scream in pain...
I've birthed 3 babies without epidurals for heavens sake...I can handle pain...yeah, well...my body suddenly forgot all about that...and the thought and even the minor touch of the leg hitting the floor at just the wrong angle and I'm near tears...
And so I'm "benched" for a little while...I have no idea how long...but, I limp along or hop on one foot all through my house...I see the looks from people while I"m pushing my cart in the grocery store...the ones that say, "geez lady, get the motorized vehicle...you're painful to look at"...
It's okay though...I'm into nicknames...never had one myself...so I suppose Gimpy will work for the time being!
Monday, March 22, 2010
Thought I'd Share the News...
that Macie is no longer with us..
No, she hasn't gone to the Puppy Play Yard in the Sky...she's gone home...to her REAL home...back in Michigan with her family...the one that just came back from KENYA!
It was a bittersweet weekend...well, for a few of us...
Italian Stallion and I were trying not to do a little happy dance as we took down the dog crate...being that our children were bawling and begging for their "own" dog in the near near near future...
This is not necessarily something that we want to pursue at the moment. Don't get me wrong, I do love dogs...I've had 2 in my life and "dogsat" another...The first two were mine and I loved them as if they were my own children...the latter, well...she was my best friend's puppy and b/c of that, I cared for her, but wasn't emotionally attached...but, that's not really the point of this post...
Let's just get onto the fun stuff:
The Austins are home!!! WooHoo!!!
We got all 6 girls together and had ourselves some fun!
I'm soooo very thankful that our girlies play so well together...they aren't REAL cousins, but they treat each other as such...and I guess, since I often refer to and consider Sara my sister...it just goes hand in hand!
As do our girlies...
It was fun to catch up, meet their sweet little addition and just have some girl time...
Sara hasn't been REAL shopping-shopping in a long while...so I took her to Old Navy with my coupon...let's just say that they shut the lights off on us in the dressing room b/c we were there so long...and then we headed to our favorite hangout...
can you guess?
If you know us at all: we head to Barnes and Noble...our guys tease us endlessly about our idea of fun...but, hey, we couple it with a Starbucks or some chocolate dessert...so, it works itself out in the end...
We also enlisted the girls to start the beginnings of...dunt dunt dunt duuuuuuuh....
THE GARDEN...
Oh, I can't tell you excited I am that I have stuff already starting to make its way up through the dirt...31 garlic bulbs are shootin' through already...the girls planted a row of onions and 3 rows of lettuce...every 2 weeks, we'll be planting more until we reach the "after frost" date when we can plant everything else...
It was a perfect weekend...well, maybe not for Little Munchkin and her big sisters...they were crying so much that we couldn't make it to Sunday morning service at church...
I'm hoping the garden will be a good distraction...if not, we may be adding a fish or two at our house until it all calms down...who knows...
No, she hasn't gone to the Puppy Play Yard in the Sky...she's gone home...to her REAL home...back in Michigan with her family...the one that just came back from KENYA!
It was a bittersweet weekend...well, for a few of us...
Let's just get onto the fun stuff:
The Austins are home!!! WooHoo!!!
We got all 6 girls together and had ourselves some fun!
can you guess?
If you know us at all: we head to Barnes and Noble...our guys tease us endlessly about our idea of fun...but, hey, we couple it with a Starbucks or some chocolate dessert...so, it works itself out in the end...
We also enlisted the girls to start the beginnings of...dunt dunt dunt duuuuuuuh....
THE GARDEN...
Oh, I can't tell you excited I am that I have stuff already starting to make its way up through the dirt...31 garlic bulbs are shootin' through already...the girls planted a row of onions and 3 rows of lettuce...every 2 weeks, we'll be planting more until we reach the "after frost" date when we can plant everything else...
I'm hoping the garden will be a good distraction...if not, we may be adding a fish or two at our house until it all calms down...who knows...
Thursday, March 18, 2010
The time change
I realize that it is now Thursday and the time change thing happened nearly 5 days ago.
I get that...I can count...
The thing is, my body still hasn't figured it out.
Now, my darling husband will disagree when I tell him that I "used to pop out of bed" at 6:30am eager to start my p90x each morning so that I'd finish in time to make lunches and wake the children...and by "pop out of bed" I mean that I would gradually roll around for about a half hour until I had stretched and hemhawed enough to finally roll myself out of bed with squinted eyes and shuffle my way to the bathroom...at which point I would brush my teeth (because y'all know how bad morning breath is and I can't be yellin' "HEP" at the P90 people and get blasted with my own halitosis) and THEN I made it downstairs to my tennis shoes and pushed play on the DVD...
Okay, so maybe I didn't POP out of bed, but the point I wanted to be made was that I was out of bed by at least 7am and more often than not, I was starting my workout by 6:45...the thing is, my body likes that schedule...it's accustomed to the light at that specific time of day...except that NOW, it's 7:45 and that's just TOO late to get anything accomplished by the time the school bus comes...
Not to mention that I'm just struggling trying to get back to a normal schedule after being gone for 2 weeks to Florida...
Oh I can hear your violins being played and the pity in your voices...
okay okay okay...so I'm complaining and whining to no sympathy...don't worry, I"m not getting any here anyway! Italian Stallion continues to get up at the same time everyday and HAS to be out the door no later than 7:15 and often earlier...and believe me, I am THANKFUL that he has chosen to take on that role of provider of our family...however...
It's times like these that I like to remind him that I did bear 3 children, of which I carried in my womb for 9 months each...it is my goal to return my body back to that time BEFORE the children, which forces me to awaken early each morning...so a little sympathy would be appreciated!
But anyhoo...I'm not quite there yet...I need to forget that the time change even occurred and then perhaps I can get my brain to stop playing tricks on me in the morning and actually get myself out of bed.
Or maybe I can just breathe in my husband's face at 6:30 and he won't even have to use an alarm clock and I'll just keep the bed to myself for the next hour or so...hmmm.
I get that...I can count...
The thing is, my body still hasn't figured it out.
Now, my darling husband will disagree when I tell him that I "used to pop out of bed" at 6:30am eager to start my p90x each morning so that I'd finish in time to make lunches and wake the children...and by "pop out of bed" I mean that I would gradually roll around for about a half hour until I had stretched and hemhawed enough to finally roll myself out of bed with squinted eyes and shuffle my way to the bathroom...at which point I would brush my teeth (because y'all know how bad morning breath is and I can't be yellin' "HEP" at the P90 people and get blasted with my own halitosis) and THEN I made it downstairs to my tennis shoes and pushed play on the DVD...
Okay, so maybe I didn't POP out of bed, but the point I wanted to be made was that I was out of bed by at least 7am and more often than not, I was starting my workout by 6:45...the thing is, my body likes that schedule...it's accustomed to the light at that specific time of day...except that NOW, it's 7:45 and that's just TOO late to get anything accomplished by the time the school bus comes...
Not to mention that I'm just struggling trying to get back to a normal schedule after being gone for 2 weeks to Florida...
Oh I can hear your violins being played and the pity in your voices...
okay okay okay...so I'm complaining and whining to no sympathy...don't worry, I"m not getting any here anyway! Italian Stallion continues to get up at the same time everyday and HAS to be out the door no later than 7:15 and often earlier...and believe me, I am THANKFUL that he has chosen to take on that role of provider of our family...however...
It's times like these that I like to remind him that I did bear 3 children, of which I carried in my womb for 9 months each...it is my goal to return my body back to that time BEFORE the children, which forces me to awaken early each morning...so a little sympathy would be appreciated!
But anyhoo...I'm not quite there yet...I need to forget that the time change even occurred and then perhaps I can get my brain to stop playing tricks on me in the morning and actually get myself out of bed.
Or maybe I can just breathe in my husband's face at 6:30 and he won't even have to use an alarm clock and I'll just keep the bed to myself for the next hour or so...hmmm.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)