...so are the days of our lives...
It doesn't seem to matter what happens in our daily lives...the world just keeps spinning. I guess that's one of God's ways of saying 'get up on your feet. Get over it. Suck it up; this is so totally not about you.'.
Today was my "friday" at work; tomorrow is my bank day and Monday is a stat holiday-a 4 day weekend and I am so looking forward to it.
Tomorrow I will be in a conference session on children's ministry, followed by our regularily scheduled evening service (and it will be great as usual). Saturday we are going to a wedding and I am really looking forward to it; it's gonna be a lot of fun. I get to hang out with some of my family and I am very happy about that. Sunday brings more services, including an evening one to bring our conference to a close. Monday is going to be a rest, relax day (perhaps a little laundry).
It's pretty much a run of the mill weekend. And for that I am glad...we had some soap operah(sp) worthy action at work today and I long to be away from that drama...now I am going to go make some pies...
Thursday, August 28, 2008
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
Girl Cheese vs Boy Cheese
Bug & I have been sitting at my computer while I wrote mylast post figuring out what the two of us would have for our lunch.
Bug just asked me if we had the stuff to make "girl cheese samiches". We just happen to have the stuff to make 'girl cheese samiches'. He then asked me, "Mama, do we have the stuff to make boy cheese samiches too?". You know what?! It turns out we DO have the stuff for boy cheese sandwiches as well. Can you imagine?!?
So, I think I am going to go upstairs with my Bug and make a girl cheese samich and a boy cheese samich; then we can have our lunch. It sounds like a nice bowl of 'Orange Soup" (read Tomato soup) would really make the meal.
Bug just asked me if we had the stuff to make "girl cheese samiches". We just happen to have the stuff to make 'girl cheese samiches'. He then asked me, "Mama, do we have the stuff to make boy cheese samiches too?". You know what?! It turns out we DO have the stuff for boy cheese sandwiches as well. Can you imagine?!?
So, I think I am going to go upstairs with my Bug and make a girl cheese samich and a boy cheese samich; then we can have our lunch. It sounds like a nice bowl of 'Orange Soup" (read Tomato soup) would really make the meal.
Oh, what a night II
Yes, if you can imagine, there IS a sequel to the first and it is within a week even of the first.
Yesterday seemed to be your average, run-of-the-mill day: I took the car to the garage, got a ride to work with BigB, kissed my 2 youngest kids goodbye on their first day of school (turns out yesterday was just registration for Bug and he doesn't go until Fri...broke his little heart), went to work, put in my 8 hours, came home, made and ate supper. Sounds pretty average right?
After supper Rush went to her room to put some clothes away and tidy her room a bit; she was up on her bunkbed, went to slide down and was scared by Jewel. Somehow with all the variables involved she hit her head so hard that she lost consciousness for several minutes (piecing things together and adding times together); she came upstairs crying and told us what happened minus the blacking out part. BigB and I were just on our way to go to Shanigans for a "date" but had to go and do a tow first. The tow was complete and my cell rang, "Mom is it normal for me to feel really dizzy and nauseaus?" Those words changed our plans in a second and we were on our way home to take a peak at her.
My first instinct was to dial the Nurses Hotline but anytime we call them, they just tell us to go to emergency anyway so I hung up the phone in mid-hold. We called a friend of Rush's to watch Jellybean and Bug and took Rush to the walk-in clinic, got the usual signs to watch for blah, blah, blah and thought everything was fine.
Then she started slurring her words...and then she blacked out again...off we went to Emerg where we stayed until 3:30 this morning when Dr Ribeiro finally said to BigB and I, "Go home for a rest now while this other medicine we gave her proves itself to work or not.". He then looked at me (as we know each other through work) and said, "There will be a sick note in 'Rush's' chart for you in the morning; you are not going to work today."
We got home and had a pee accident to deal with so it was about 4:00 before our heads hit the pillows. At 7:00 we got a call saying that Rush could go home and that Dr. R wants to talk to us. Off we went, back to Emerg. Had our talk, was given my note, got our girl home safe and sound and went to bed. I haven't really been sleeping for long periods of time as the phone is either ringing or I am getting up to check on how Rush is doing.
The day does seem like it will be a long one (there is worship practice tonight. We didn't make the last 6 AM prayer for our 120 days of prayer) but at least I didn't have to go find chart numbers from old hospital papers, put them in number order and then number order them into a bigger pile...that would be WAY to much concentrating for me right now...(I almost couldn't remember how to spell 'concentrate'! LOL!)
So here I am at 11:46 A.M., not quite bright-eyed or bushy tailed but definitely thankful for God and His provision and His taking care of our daughter and thankful that we live in a country where we could just go to Emerg and get things straightened out. Oh yeah, and I am a little bit wishful that I had had a video camera last night so you all could see just how funny Rush is after she has been hopped up on Gravol and been given two T-3's...she was FUNNY!!!
Yesterday seemed to be your average, run-of-the-mill day: I took the car to the garage, got a ride to work with BigB, kissed my 2 youngest kids goodbye on their first day of school (turns out yesterday was just registration for Bug and he doesn't go until Fri...broke his little heart), went to work, put in my 8 hours, came home, made and ate supper. Sounds pretty average right?
After supper Rush went to her room to put some clothes away and tidy her room a bit; she was up on her bunkbed, went to slide down and was scared by Jewel. Somehow with all the variables involved she hit her head so hard that she lost consciousness for several minutes (piecing things together and adding times together); she came upstairs crying and told us what happened minus the blacking out part. BigB and I were just on our way to go to Shanigans for a "date" but had to go and do a tow first. The tow was complete and my cell rang, "Mom is it normal for me to feel really dizzy and nauseaus?" Those words changed our plans in a second and we were on our way home to take a peak at her.
My first instinct was to dial the Nurses Hotline but anytime we call them, they just tell us to go to emergency anyway so I hung up the phone in mid-hold. We called a friend of Rush's to watch Jellybean and Bug and took Rush to the walk-in clinic, got the usual signs to watch for blah, blah, blah and thought everything was fine.
Then she started slurring her words...and then she blacked out again...off we went to Emerg where we stayed until 3:30 this morning when Dr Ribeiro finally said to BigB and I, "Go home for a rest now while this other medicine we gave her proves itself to work or not.". He then looked at me (as we know each other through work) and said, "There will be a sick note in 'Rush's' chart for you in the morning; you are not going to work today."
We got home and had a pee accident to deal with so it was about 4:00 before our heads hit the pillows. At 7:00 we got a call saying that Rush could go home and that Dr. R wants to talk to us. Off we went, back to Emerg. Had our talk, was given my note, got our girl home safe and sound and went to bed. I haven't really been sleeping for long periods of time as the phone is either ringing or I am getting up to check on how Rush is doing.
The day does seem like it will be a long one (there is worship practice tonight. We didn't make the last 6 AM prayer for our 120 days of prayer) but at least I didn't have to go find chart numbers from old hospital papers, put them in number order and then number order them into a bigger pile...that would be WAY to much concentrating for me right now...(I almost couldn't remember how to spell 'concentrate'! LOL!)
So here I am at 11:46 A.M., not quite bright-eyed or bushy tailed but definitely thankful for God and His provision and His taking care of our daughter and thankful that we live in a country where we could just go to Emerg and get things straightened out. Oh yeah, and I am a little bit wishful that I had had a video camera last night so you all could see just how funny Rush is after she has been hopped up on Gravol and been given two T-3's...she was FUNNY!!!
Friday, August 22, 2008
Oh, what a night...
Without going into details (because I don't want to give glory to someone who doesn't need it), it has been quite the night. I got a bit of news regarding the statement above about something that someone is doing to my family and it is all lies. This person knows that what they have said and claimed are 100% lies and they will soon find out that their lies will be exposed and they will be exposed for what is truly in their heart. I just pray that they face the truth sooner than later because they are running 100 miles an hour in the wrong direction and they will soon hit a brick wall at full speed. I love this person and I don't want them to have to deal with the consequences but they will...
That being said though blood is thicker than water especially when "water" is lying through their teeth.
I had just calmed down, somewhat, over this when I found out that there was a car accident in our family as well. She is ok now but I hate that waiting (and I know it was worse for them).
Let's add what iced the cake and here is the silly part...I don't know why this would be the breaking point but it was. Bug's fish died tonight. His fish D.O.G. is no m.o.r.e. (And how did he respond? He was sad but not tearful. When it came time to flush D.O.G. Bug said, "I get to flush him?! Heh!? Where's his head?". I think he is handling it quite well.)
The old me woke up for a brief moment tonight...just long enough for me to remember what I was like and then it shifted. The feeling became more like defiance...yeah, defiance that I am not letting these attacks beat me or bring me down. In fact they are making me fight harder, stronger and longer for my family!!!
The ferverent prayers of a righteous man avails much! If they didn't, I probably would have reverted to my old ways of dealing with these kinds of things but I didn't in fact, I prayed for that person.
That being said though blood is thicker than water especially when "water" is lying through their teeth.
I had just calmed down, somewhat, over this when I found out that there was a car accident in our family as well. She is ok now but I hate that waiting (and I know it was worse for them).
Let's add what iced the cake and here is the silly part...I don't know why this would be the breaking point but it was. Bug's fish died tonight. His fish D.O.G. is no m.o.r.e. (And how did he respond? He was sad but not tearful. When it came time to flush D.O.G. Bug said, "I get to flush him?! Heh!? Where's his head?". I think he is handling it quite well.)
The old me woke up for a brief moment tonight...just long enough for me to remember what I was like and then it shifted. The feeling became more like defiance...yeah, defiance that I am not letting these attacks beat me or bring me down. In fact they are making me fight harder, stronger and longer for my family!!!
The ferverent prayers of a righteous man avails much! If they didn't, I probably would have reverted to my old ways of dealing with these kinds of things but I didn't in fact, I prayed for that person.
Monday, August 18, 2008
What makes my boy tick?
He is definitely a boy and I am still learning how to deal with the thought processes of boys and how they figure things out as they grow and move step by step towards becoming men. I have been able to see some of the process through LilB and Tuff but not the complete process and it is kind of interesting in a "I am not sure if I totally get this" way.
Bug rejoices in smelling like a man. The other day his feet stunk...like seriously stunk! He wanted us all to smell his feet, sticking them proudly under our noses and giggling with glee with at our responses; he then proceeded to ask us to smell his armpits. Jellybean, being a sucker for punishment, did and told him that between his feet and his pits he stunk!! He looked at her with a confidence and joy and told her, as a matter of factly, "I smell like a ma-an!"
Farting noises are incredibly funny to him...do they ever grow out of the humor in that?
He is intrigued by any smell that resembles flatulance. He was out with BigB for the day as they went for a tow. BigB had packed egg salad sandwiches and Bug began to sniff as BigB took them out of the cooler. "Uh, Dad...what smells like toots?", he asked his dad giggling.
He likes to take anything he can apart...have his toy dinosaurs eat the pigs from his farm animals and rip the arms off Jellybean's dolls. He also thrives on wrestling with anyone and everything he can and boy can this boy work. He goes to the church and moves chairs to help set up for service, hauls ladders to help people, drags 2x4's to whomever is needing one at the moment...he has a very keen interest in anything tool...powertool! He loves to pound out a beat on the drum, on the cat, on the back of a chair, on the wall...on his sister's head...
I realize this is normal boy behavior but I sometimes take little moments to wonder what it is that makes him think the way he does or find joy in the things he does...what makes him tick!?
I can tell you one thing...whatever it is that makes him tick, I wouldn't want him to change one little bit! I love him just the way he is!
Bug rejoices in smelling like a man. The other day his feet stunk...like seriously stunk! He wanted us all to smell his feet, sticking them proudly under our noses and giggling with glee with at our responses; he then proceeded to ask us to smell his armpits. Jellybean, being a sucker for punishment, did and told him that between his feet and his pits he stunk!! He looked at her with a confidence and joy and told her, as a matter of factly, "I smell like a ma-an!"
Farting noises are incredibly funny to him...do they ever grow out of the humor in that?
He is intrigued by any smell that resembles flatulance. He was out with BigB for the day as they went for a tow. BigB had packed egg salad sandwiches and Bug began to sniff as BigB took them out of the cooler. "Uh, Dad...what smells like toots?", he asked his dad giggling.
He likes to take anything he can apart...have his toy dinosaurs eat the pigs from his farm animals and rip the arms off Jellybean's dolls. He also thrives on wrestling with anyone and everything he can and boy can this boy work. He goes to the church and moves chairs to help set up for service, hauls ladders to help people, drags 2x4's to whomever is needing one at the moment...he has a very keen interest in anything tool...powertool! He loves to pound out a beat on the drum, on the cat, on the back of a chair, on the wall...on his sister's head...
I realize this is normal boy behavior but I sometimes take little moments to wonder what it is that makes him think the way he does or find joy in the things he does...what makes him tick!?
I can tell you one thing...whatever it is that makes him tick, I wouldn't want him to change one little bit! I love him just the way he is!
Saturday, August 16, 2008
Ch...ch...ch...changes
It has been a summer of changes, of growing, of stretching and of revamping. Our church is changing; we are getting tonnes of new people moving here to attend our church and to, in the fall, attend our A.C.E school for kids and WRC Bible College that we are currently building. It has been a summer of services in the foyer as our old sanctuary has now become the home of the new schools.
Rush has gone from earning her living babysitting for us every so often and full time in the summer to working at a "real job" where she gets a "real pay check" and therefore need to get her S.I.N. She's even wearing a uniform...but doing a fantastic job (which is no change!).
BigB can no longer answer his phone "Hi Sam; Bill here". He has resigned from his job with ISM (the reason for the Hi Sam...funny story check out the link) due to well a lot of reasons that have been a year in the making. Regardless of why, he is no longer with ISM. Which means I no longer get to eat lunch with the cute boy down the hall. I am now married to the cutest tow truck driver in the city...perhaps even world! He is happy; he enjoys the people he meets and since he is a storm chaser...winter is going to be SO much fun for him!
I am getting a 3 month break from the workplace situation I have been involved in. I am still in the same job however I am now at a different location for the time being.
We are getting used to the fact that we no longer have the van. Can someone say 'huge change!'? We just have the old car now and it is going to take time to getting used to stalling at each red light I come to and need to strategicly place the groceries in the backseat. It is a good change though because our van was costing us way too much money and we are turning over a new leaf and not wanting to live so carelessly with our money!
So...time to face the change. It will just keep coming!
Rush has gone from earning her living babysitting for us every so often and full time in the summer to working at a "real job" where she gets a "real pay check" and therefore need to get her S.I.N. She's even wearing a uniform...but doing a fantastic job (which is no change!).
BigB can no longer answer his phone "Hi Sam; Bill here". He has resigned from his job with ISM (the reason for the Hi Sam...funny story check out the link) due to well a lot of reasons that have been a year in the making. Regardless of why, he is no longer with ISM. Which means I no longer get to eat lunch with the cute boy down the hall. I am now married to the cutest tow truck driver in the city...perhaps even world! He is happy; he enjoys the people he meets and since he is a storm chaser...winter is going to be SO much fun for him!
I am getting a 3 month break from the workplace situation I have been involved in. I am still in the same job however I am now at a different location for the time being.
We are getting used to the fact that we no longer have the van. Can someone say 'huge change!'? We just have the old car now and it is going to take time to getting used to stalling at each red light I come to and need to strategicly place the groceries in the backseat. It is a good change though because our van was costing us way too much money and we are turning over a new leaf and not wanting to live so carelessly with our money!
So...time to face the change. It will just keep coming!
Monday, August 11, 2008
I want to procrastinate but I keep putting it off
I have stuff...well we all have stuff but I have stuff that the kids have out grown that I keep trying to get together because it is boys' and girls' and I will have to separate it because the ladies I know who could use it either don't have girls or don't have boys...it's easier when it can all get put into one box or one bag...rats. I also have stuff that should have gotten put into the shed but for one reason or another (I still haven't figured out how) they have all wound up in our front entrance making it unusable and unsafe! I hate it! I feel trapped-like what if we have a house fire and we need the front door to escape?
Then my current reality hits. I am tired and if I am not tired, I am not home or I have other more pressing things to do at home...because when the firefighters put out our blazing house that we can't escape from we are going to need to have clean clothes on. When I'm not tired I have been using the reason...excuse...reason...ah man! I'm not doing it because I am wanting to spend time with my family and then I decide that I need a bit of me time so I come down here and play on the computer.
I know in my heart of hearts that I would feel so much better to come home to a beautifully organized house...maybe tomorrow.....
Then my current reality hits. I am tired and if I am not tired, I am not home or I have other more pressing things to do at home...because when the firefighters put out our blazing house that we can't escape from we are going to need to have clean clothes on. When I'm not tired I have been using the reason...excuse...reason...ah man! I'm not doing it because I am wanting to spend time with my family and then I decide that I need a bit of me time so I come down here and play on the computer.
I know in my heart of hearts that I would feel so much better to come home to a beautifully organized house...maybe tomorrow.....
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