Tuesday, March 31, 2009
Anyway....don't have much to write about tonight. My son thinks I am annoying and my husband is worried about me. A pretty normal day. I actually AM an annoying person. I mean, I get on my own nerves frequently.
Let's see, we had a delivery from FedEx and then two minutes later, a delivery from UPS. It was cold and windy. Felt more like November than the end of March. I love it!
I went to two grocery stores and to my friend's house. Using my coupons seems to override the fear of being in another accident. At least it did tonight.
My son burst through my office door like he was raiding the place. "I need a bleach pen! I need a bleach pen!!" he shouted. Seriously, close to hysteria over a splotch of mustard on his shirt. We aren't the bleach pen type. Luckily we do have a sink and the mustard was drowned before it knew what hit it. Another teen tragedy averted, another crisis solved.
Monday, March 30, 2009
Since I spend so much time online, it's impossible not to notice the headlines. Lately the headlines are scarier than anything Stephen King ever dreamt up. I read enough to keep myself semi-informed, but not enough to be immersed in the news of the day. It's so easy to become paralyzed by all the doom and gloom which surrounds us.
How much reality do you put on your plate each day?
Thursday, March 26, 2009
If you've been a WAHM for longer than six months, you know exactly what I mean. Even the closest of friends don't "get" it. If you are at home, certainly you are free to chat on the phone or drop everything and run over for an hour or two. Then there are family members who file back and forth down the hall in silence as long as the door is open. But close the door and suddenly everyone has something of the utmost importance they must share with you.
The third bedroom of our house is designated my office/studio. Although to use those words dignifies a space which is more accurately described as "where my stuff is." Nothing really office like, or studio like, about it. There is also a twin bed in here. I prefer the door closed. It's quieter and it prevents two large canines from coming in and out, scanning the carpet for leftovers or shoving their noses under my bad arm and lifting up abruptly. This is dog for "pet me NOW."
Anyway....(not anyways - just like Happy New Year and not Happy New Years) I told you that story to tell you this story. My son and I were discussing the differences between his girlfriend's mother and myself. He felt I was being negative about his future mother-in-law and informed me, in a rather terse tone, that she wasn't a stay at home Mom, therefore she didn't have the time to do things like I do. My, my, my. Eh tu, Brutus?
Now I enjoy a little mental ping-pong, and my son, at age 14, has already proven himself a worthy opponent. I took aim and fired the following back across the net: "Listen Slick, I guarantee you I work twice as many hours as she does, so don't even start with me." Game. Set. And Match.
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
Okay, that was deep. Teenagers are deep. Kind of a glass half empty/glass half full poem. I'd like to think it's got an overall positive tone to it. Now, the limerick:
How random was that? I love how his brain can move so easily in so many different directions. Silly and serious. Random and profound. Mental multi-tasking....gotta love it.
I was raised in the word, and I strayed very, very, VERY far away from it while traveling through my 20's. I know I gave my mother fits. I know she prayed with a vengeance that I would return to the fold. She never missed an opportunity to remind me of what I was missing. And of course that got old and I got cranky and learned to tune her out. This went on for years.
Then there came a day when we were talking on the phone (she lives in another state) and I began to share with her my fears and hurts and frustrations. Of course she jumped onto her pulpit and began to beg me to pray with her. That's all she wanted, just for me to pray. I wanted her to shut up. Not be quiet mind you - shut up. So I took a deep breath and muttered to myself "FINE." I entered into prayer with her, and my only motivation was to get her to stop nagging me.
We finished our conversation and I felt different somehow. But it wasn't anything I could put my finger on. It wasn't like thunder roared and suddenly I saw things in a new way. BUT, the next morning I awoke and began to systematically turn away from the sinful things in my life. I was determined to follow Jesus no matter what the cost. I was truly reborn, remade as I slept.
I don't share this story very often. Accepting Christ with the goal of shutting your mother up is not something one brags about. I guess it doesn't matter how my change came about, only that it did. But still....geez. I told this story to offer hope. Don't give up on your daughters. Keep reminding them that a soul is a terrible thing to waste. Wait for your moment - God will bring you one, I'm sure of it.
Sunday, March 22, 2009
I just finished putting a few things on eBay. I/we have 1,201 active listings. That's a lot of listings. We also have a web site and are thankful when buyers choose to purchase there. Fees on "the Bay" are sky high. We have some things on eCrater and also on Bonanzle. No wonder it's standing room only in my head. Oh, I almost forgot Etsy. Not doing too well there, but I am determined to keep trying.
Every once in a while I pause to reflect that it all began with....yep, Beanie Babies. I remember the first one I ever sold - an owl, NWT dontcha know. I was thrilled. And I am still thrilled when I sell something and even more thrilled when the person who bought it is happy. That's a very good thing.
Thursday, March 19, 2009
So they will fly out of Baltimore (hopefully) early tomorrow morning and change planes in Denver. My husband, who worked for the TSA for four years after he retired from the Coast Guard, says not to worry, the airline will get their baggage to Denver before they arrive.
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
Here are a couple photos from last week. My little rodent is on the right, in the green checked shirt. I do wish he'd show his pearly whites. He got his father's good teeth (thank you again Lord). They are gorgeous, and he doesn't like to show them. Perhaps it's not cool to show your teeth these days?
Wow, the White House - even if there is a Democrat inside it....would be so cool to see. Just for the record, my problem with liberal Dems (and I know that doesn't include ALL Dems) is their views on abortion. Abortion is murder. Abortion is the taking of a life. Once that sperm and egg link up, you have a life. So sorry if that life begins at an inconvenient time.I cannot wrap my mind around the fact that a woman would have a life vacuumed out of her rather than let that child live and be given to parents who want to raise a child. I can understand unplanned and unwanted pregnancies. I can understand not being old enough, or financially able to care for a child. There are options. There are alternatives.
So often women say "well I couldn't live knowing there was a child of mine out there, and me not knowing him or her" or "I don't want to hear a knock at my door in 18 years and have this kid standing there." Abortion has to be the height of selfishness. Personally I don't think I could do it even in the case of rape. And I know if a doctor told me my life was in danger I would tell him no, it's not - God has my life in His hands and He won't drop me or my child.
I don't think the government should get involved in the abortion issue because I don't think abortion should be an issue in the first place. It shouldn't happen. Yet in today's society it's a totally acceptable solution to what many see as a problem, not a person. A close relative of mine had an abortion about 25 years ago. I found out about it several years after it took place. I am haunted by the thoughts of what that person would have been like, what he or she would have grown up to accomplish or contribute. Granted, had he or she been given up for adoption, I wouldn't know who they were or where they are - but at least they would have been given a chance.
Monday, March 16, 2009
Alrighty, now for the postcards!
Today the kids toured the Supreme Court building and the Library of Congress (lucky them) and also Fort McHenry. We received these two postcards today. If you are so inclined you can click on the image and it will open larger, in another window. He's such a good speller. Spelling is important to me.
Protein is also important because he and I don't do well when our blood sugar is low. I do harp on the protein issue. Jacob weighed 3 lbs. and 14 ozs. at birth. They fed him with a tube directly into his stomach at first, then we graduated to a thinner piece of tubing taped to our finger and we would slowly inject the formula down the tube and into his mouth. All of this to keep him from using calories. If you've ever had a premie baby I'm sure you know the drill. Finally he graduated to a bottle (had zero interest in breastfeeding - him, not me - I tried everything) and we fed him one ounce at a time. These are things a mother does not forget, and I am still concerned with him having enough to eat. I know....I need to get a life.
His care package was waiting upon check-in at the hotel. I sent cookies and some chocolate eggs. No protein!
Sunday, March 15, 2009
I came across this incredible offer, and wanted to share it with my four loyal blog readers. Active duty and retired personnel receive a FREE five day park hopper ticket. Up to five family members can purchase a five day non-park hopper ticket for $99.00 ~ but, they do give you an option to upgrade to park hopper for an additional $25.00.
Click here to be taken to the site where I originally found this info. Any military base with a ticket office would have these tickets.
I am going to keep my fingers and toes crossed for certain legal matters to become finalized so we can take advantage of this great deal in October.
Saturday, March 14, 2009
Embassy Row, Washington National Cathedral
Lunch at Ronald Reagan World Trade Center
World War II Memorial
Dinner at Union Station
They left the hotel at 8:00 AM and will return at 9:15 PM. Makes me tired just typing it. But how wonderful to be able to see all those places.
Today I sent some oatmeal cookies and the Juneau photos via priority mail. They will arrive on Monday (trust me, I'm a Powerseller) and I know the boy will appreciate them. He's very good about appreciating things.
I have had my fair share of dogs, but NEVER one who poses the way this one does. He's like a professional model...seriously. I take a picture and he poses a different way. I take a second picture and he re-poses himself. This will continue for as long as the photo shoot lasts. He loves the camera. He also loves making himself comfortable and being right in the middle of everything.
Friday, March 13, 2009
Bunny soaps are the creation of my friend Kay at The Rustic Cottage. Hop on over to her blog for more info on these cuties and to see the bird soaps.
Today the tour checked into a Howard Johnson's. Makes me think of clams. I have never had clams at a Howard Johnson's though. I should put that on my Bucket List. They visited Mount Vernon, and the Capitol. Also Ford's Theatre and the Petersen House. A group photo was taken at the White House.
We received the boy's second trimester report card, and he pulled a 3.55 - that's Honor Roll. He was VERY happy when I told him the news. Hung up the phone and dissolved into tears. Thank the Lord for a patient husband!
Thursday, March 12, 2009
I was asked if the dogs were acting differently. I would have to say we haven't noticed anything major, but the photo you see was taken the same day the rodent left. I left it uncropped, in the natural 14 year old boy's room state. It is rare for Juneau to sleep in this room.
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
Jacob called right after dinner and said he's doing fine and seeing a lot of awesome things. It was a short call and I didn't puddle up till after I had said goodbye. Then I bit my lip REAL hard and told myself to suck it up. Crying just makes you so darn tired.
They return late in the evening on the 19th.
I got my Xanax prescription refilled.
As my dear friend Sam said "until you get that welcome home hug, it just gnaws away at you."
Monday, March 9, 2009
I would guess there were about 30 people (students and teachers and chaperones), who gathered at the Portland International Airport at 6:15 this morning. All wore matching red long sleeved t-shirts and khaki pants. They flew to Chicago, where they had a scheduled 2-1/2 hour layover. They then boarded a plane for Baltimore but were deplaned (what kind of M&M's did Tattoo like? De plane, de plane) 30 minutes later due to problems with the oil pressure. They were put on another plane and finally took off two hours later than scheduled.
Perhaps I read too much into things, but I feel this change of planes was divine intervention. He did not want that plane, with those kids, in the air today. They arrived safely in Baltimore and then boarded a bus to take them to Williamsburg (a 2-1/4 hr. trip). It was from this bus that I received a call from my son, informing me he was "safe and sound." Amidst all the noise in the background, I reminded him to eat plenty of protein. His response: "I know Mom, I had a glass of water on the plane."
Last night as I was praying for him, the thought came to me - imagine how a mother feels who has sent her son to Iraq? I don't know how I could do something like that. I think you just "do" when you have no choice.
A dear friend of my mother's put it all into perspective when she wrote to me: Welcome to the Mothers' Worry Room - price of admission: one or more children. She also included the following: “Be anxious for nothing but in everything by supplications and prayers let your requests be known with thanksgiving. Then the peace of God shall enter into your hearts and minds through Christ Jesus our Lord.”
Sunday, March 8, 2009
Here is what I purchased:
1 box Kraft mac and cheese
1 pkg. Kellogg's Nutrigrain bars
1 4-pack Dole mixed fruit bowls
1 pkg. Knorr Spanish Rice
1 jar Classico spaghetti sauce
1 pkg. Oreo cookies
1 24-pack diet Coke
1 6 double roll pkg. Angel Soft toilet paper
2 rolls store brand paper towels
1 pkg. 250 count paper napkins
1 pkg. Planter's Nut Bars with 7 gr. protein
1 can sliced peaches
1 loaf Oroweat bread
1 loaf Snake River potato bread
1 6-pack Spring water
1 large pkg. Hershey chocolate eggs
1 6-pack snack size raisins
64 oz. Minute Maid orange juice
5 lbs. butter ($1.00 a lb. so I bought five lbs.)
1 pint 2% milk
2 lb. block Tillamook cheddar cheese
5-1/4 lbs. extra lean ground beef
1 pkg. salad mix
1 Sunday paper
TOTAL Spent: $52.65
When I consider the fact that the butter and chocolate eggs together were $10 of the above total, I think I did really well. I have about 10 pounds of butter in my freezer right now as I have been finding it super cheap lately.
I've got some cute birthday gifties to blog about - hopefully tomorrow! My son is leaving in about six hours on an 11 day historical trip with his school. I am thrilled he gets to go. He's been looking forward to it since first grade. But I've been in and out of tears all day. Totally ridiculous and I'm sure quite annoying to both my son and my husband. I guess you have to be a mother to understand.
Wednesday, March 4, 2009
I took this photo a few days ago because I can identify with Santa. He looks how I feel. Damp, green, mossy - but with a look of hope on his face. A "this too shall pass" sense to him. His eyes still have their twinkle. He's momentarily down, but not out.
I think menopause must be approaching. It has sent the advance crew out to scout the area, and decide how best to attack. I should not have bad moods which linger, according to my mother and my own common sense. Crankiness and crabbiness and parties of pity didn't happen in my childhood. You were allowed time to feel bad and express your sorrow. Then you got up, put on your big girl panties, and moved on. If you had trouble getting started, you were told to count your blessings. It worked then and usually works now.
It must be this menopause stuff that is tripping me up, and bogging me down. On a happier note, hubby presented me with a box of Thin Mints he had ordered from a neighbor. They are so good, and so gone!