tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-135181982024-03-12T18:46:52.503-06:00And One More ThingLove Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16978462373501727594noreply@blogger.comBlogger724125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13518198.post-24955507492860747102010-05-14T14:12:00.000-06:002010-05-14T14:12:00.854-06:00Funny stuff from kidsWell, only two funny things. One from each child.<br /><br />Jellybean said something that struck my funny bone last week. As we drove past a vietnamese restaurant she asked me if vitaminese people eat french fries. Once I stopped laughing, I told her that I am sure they do.<br /><br />Yesterday Bug's teacher told me his response to playing outside at recess during the warm weather...<br /><br />I am so hot! <br /><br />(she touches his forehead)You are hot.<br /><br />I'm so hot even my armpits are hot!Love Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16978462373501727594noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13518198.post-126469145762896552010-05-13T14:07:00.003-06:002010-05-13T14:12:51.246-06:00ChangesLots of changes.<br /><br />I'm making this quick. I have lots to do.<br /><br />We're moving.<br /><br />After 10 years in this house the landlord has raised the rent tremendously.<br /><br />June 1 marks a new beginning for us in a {much} smaller but beautiful place - the townhouses the church has been renovating. I am looking forward to a fresh start.<br /><br />Not looking forward to having to give up our family pet of ten years. Yes, we are needing to find a home for Jewel. {this is where I beg any of you to take her or to convince your neighbor or someone else you know} to take her. I know you want to.<br />She comes with all the stuff you {or your friend} needs to care for her - except maybe food, depending on when she is picked up. We are running low on food and we will only be picking it up on a can by can basis now.<br /><br />I don't want to have to take her to the SPCA. This is hard enough.<br /><br /><br />{Yes, I realize that I have been a terrible blogger the past few months. Yes, I realize some of you may have given up on me...}Love Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16978462373501727594noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13518198.post-71251771369172254222010-03-22T15:12:00.002-06:002010-03-22T15:13:57.831-06:00been a whileThere's been lots of changes in my life, changes in priorities, in focus, etc. I am going to do my best to get on here a bit more - keep you up-to-date and all but I am not making many promises. grin.Love Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16978462373501727594noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13518198.post-33389098272262784122010-01-19T15:54:00.001-06:002010-01-19T15:57:36.020-06:00Dear Auto Glass Repair ManHi, Yes, it is I, the lady whose car you have at your shop. You know, the one who was told to be home at a quarter to one to ensure I was home for you to pick up my vehicle? The one who needed to take an hour off work to be home in time for that one o'clock pick up? Yeah, that one.<br /><br />Well, one o'clock came and went and there was no sign of you so I called my husband, who is working about 5 hours away right now to make sure I had the right time and to double check that I had the right day. Um, I did. You didn't show up. My husband called you at 1:15, and you said you were on your way. I am thinking that you need to get your GPS checked or replaced as I know where your shop is and I know where it is in conjunction with my house and there is no way it should take one and a half hours to get from there to here. Um, now that I mention it, it only takes 15 minutes to get from one side of this town to the other and THAT, sir is if you hit every red light along the way.<br /><br />I know you don't really care but I do have a lot of things to do as a mom and there are a great many of them that involve me needing my car and that don't involve me sitting at home waiting 2 hours for you to come. I have now had to recruit my father to pick up the little boy from my house, take him to the school so he can be reunited with his mother and so he can pick up my daughter. I realize that lunch is the most important meal of the day. Oh, it's not? That would be breakfast? Then, sir, I don't understand why our one o'clock "right after lunch" appointment has been detained for so long. I certainly hope it wasn't because you had to send your steak sandwich back because it was over-done, tough and chewy, and all your little garage friends had all ready eaten and you were still waiting for yours and when it came you had to eat all by yourself while your friends stared at you because they were all done. (Excuse me while I pause to breathe after that incredibly long, run-on sentence.)<br /><br />Sir, I appreciate the fact that you did eventually show up, looking like a grease monkey. (Oh wait, you kind of are, except you work with glass not oil and the like so how, pray tell, did you get that filthy?) I know my car doesn't look like much, especially with that whole back window thing happening but I am really hoping that you put down one of those seat protector paper thingys. (Don't look at me like I am stupid. You know what I mean.) This car carries very precious cargo; it carries my kids to and from school and the food I feed them from the store to my house; it also transports us, dressed in the finest we have, to church. Please take care of it and try to keep it clean.<br /><br />Oh, just so I know, the whole 5:00 ready thing? Yeah, is that still a go, since the whole 1:00 pick up thing was delayed by almost 2 hours? I would hate to pack up my kids, bother my dad for yet another ride today, get to your shop to find out that someone brought doughnuts for coffee time and your coffee order was messed up. I'd hate for that to have happened to you.<br /><br />Just out of curiosity, you don't happen to be related to the cable guy or the phone man? No? Oh, no reason; just wondering.<br /><br />By the way, I do appreciate you fixing my car. These Canadian winters can be tough and, while it is certainly beautiful now, I know that winter will rear its 'ooglay' head again so, having a glass barrier between it and us will be really swell.Love Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16978462373501727594noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13518198.post-4910295185175946122009-12-26T10:45:00.000-06:002009-12-26T10:45:04.059-06:00With Age Comes WisdomWords of the aged came from Jellybean's mouth this morning as she spoke to her brother...<br />
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Let me recount this incredibly wise {and cute} conversation went.<br />
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Jellybean to Bug: (as she was vaccuming) Bug, let me tell you something that I learned when I was like 7 or younger. The vaccum is too small to suck you up. It can't eat you so don't worry; you are too big.<br />
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Isn't it great when siblings share knowledge like that? <br />
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I know it warmed my heart.Love Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16978462373501727594noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13518198.post-31693735978129390032009-11-27T16:28:00.001-06:002009-11-27T16:29:50.509-06:00Fiesty!Jellybean was playing a bit of Wii boxing last night. Here is what I heard during her match.<br /><br />Oh! Yeah! You want a piece of me? You want a piece of the birthday girl?<br /><br />C'mon! How do you like that? And that? How 'bout that?<br /><br />Huh? Is that making you hungry?<br /><br />You wanna knuckle samich?<br /><br />Huh? You hungry? I can give it to ya!<br /><br />You likin' that?<br /><br />I'm not even breakin' a sweat here! You're probably tellin' your friends I'm a pro. Heh, bro! Take it!<br /><br />You can't take down the birthday girl!<br /><br />I'm all over this thang! Oh yeah, that's right. Take that! Gettin' beat by a girl!<br /><br />5...6...7...8...9...10<br /><br />and that's a knockout!<br /><br />Suckah!!!!<br /><br />Oh yeah, people, she is fiesty!Love Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16978462373501727594noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13518198.post-22998734397846330942009-11-10T14:55:00.009-06:002009-11-10T15:09:50.689-06:00Gimme a Break (and no I am not referring to a Kit Kat bar)Yesterday, at school Bug was pushed while playing - nothing mean or vindictive, just pushed. He hurt his arm. I wondered back and forth about taking him in and eventually decided it best to double check. <br /><br />The doctor figured it was fractured or had a fracture called "green stick". We didn't make it to radiology in time for them to check it last night so off we went this morning.<br /><br />And now, for the rest of the story...<br /><br />I just got back from our appointments with Radiology, the doctor and the Cast Technician, Boris.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJM92vyzi2jrsSOkLUkxMOAdKSgXrAYgfbGwWdra0S3OT7AVsOj0q_EelaXRHfbvRlOadcXCkQ-92JmPc-dOOk_u4NrRpdlTU1D0X1BzuX9YrbRKq6aHb5VnG-mnfqvkevW-P2/s1600-h/IMG_3656.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJM92vyzi2jrsSOkLUkxMOAdKSgXrAYgfbGwWdra0S3OT7AVsOj0q_EelaXRHfbvRlOadcXCkQ-92JmPc-dOOk_u4NrRpdlTU1D0X1BzuX9YrbRKq6aHb5VnG-mnfqvkevW-P2/s320/IMG_3656.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402582570113111138" /></a><br /><br />(yesterday after picking Bug up from my friend's house after work - pre doctor)<br /><br />Bug has definitely broken his arm - his radius to be precise. Apparently the bone is at a 5 to 10 degree elevation from where it should be and we need to go to the Cast Clinic on Thursday to see the Orthopedic Surgeon to see if "manipulation" of the bone is required.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQL4ky0gwK_LkfUz5JqsSkI5c6n_5l4BsLDuL0wAHFKmM9I3Euq16T00CfFU3zIcXY7cQbrF_9zIimberJ5DDiah7JL1kDYAF2cG8ImkelNxQ33hglKBzktWjTMm0naL4Oh466/s1600-h/IMG_3659.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQL4ky0gwK_LkfUz5JqsSkI5c6n_5l4BsLDuL0wAHFKmM9I3Euq16T00CfFU3zIcXY7cQbrF_9zIimberJ5DDiah7JL1kDYAF2cG8ImkelNxQ33hglKBzktWjTMm0naL4Oh466/s320/IMG_3659.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402583004951705266" /></a><br /><br />(Waiting at the walk-in clinic yesterday with his pink panther)<br /><br />He will be casted then. For now, he has a brace on the arm and a sling to keep it stable.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEPawii4QKCGIpieHAMsYGDtuBCYBz63OArcfIms9By36qiMBB-r0A8h2IMFR4oN3YGC-wUdLuV_1yUwz1GJYTcbRUvwmfraUV2rIzPs8e4PtUeEpUHoLXyas2LsElz8BNOBP_/s1600-h/IMG_3661.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEPawii4QKCGIpieHAMsYGDtuBCYBz63OArcfIms9By36qiMBB-r0A8h2IMFR4oN3YGC-wUdLuV_1yUwz1GJYTcbRUvwmfraUV2rIzPs8e4PtUeEpUHoLXyas2LsElz8BNOBP_/s320/IMG_3661.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402583459645156034" /></a><br /><br />(Trying to figure out the best way to support his arm during the night. This attempt was a fail.)<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhK3odtMDG94B4CqSideuEtdqmzLJXPuphznzZWUnMCbNi_hfSvGhhXJ2OnSYA4-jvld1VClfBixr-TIoYdoAvH0QvB34aybVqTX7QJIkRHIN3hWQOAp8Gvlj0KQ7BNdXkr7ZFR/s1600-h/IMG_3662.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhK3odtMDG94B4CqSideuEtdqmzLJXPuphznzZWUnMCbNi_hfSvGhhXJ2OnSYA4-jvld1VClfBixr-TIoYdoAvH0QvB34aybVqTX7QJIkRHIN3hWQOAp8Gvlj0KQ7BNdXkr7ZFR/s320/IMG_3662.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402583869837952898" /></a><br /><br />(Apparently, this way was the most comfortable for the little man.)<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrM6nF3bTT29CpL7686EMGzytz6p-2A0q76ck7y62tVHKrOFCW5eiJLd9W13OMy-YlsK-mgMXzfYkjvTkDSJ3FesQkqumxxQLoA3pRSYpSxT7uPyBQV2Iwc15w_m0vmZavJo7h/s1600-h/IMG_3664.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrM6nF3bTT29CpL7686EMGzytz6p-2A0q76ck7y62tVHKrOFCW5eiJLd9W13OMy-YlsK-mgMXzfYkjvTkDSJ3FesQkqumxxQLoA3pRSYpSxT7uPyBQV2Iwc15w_m0vmZavJo7h/s320/IMG_3664.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402584426905922642" /></a><br /><br />(The temporary "fix" until we see the surgeon to rule out the need for surgery on Thursday morning.)Love Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16978462373501727594noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13518198.post-9703828292669221822009-10-12T20:01:00.002-06:002009-10-12T20:07:03.798-06:00Get 'er doneWe got back from a nice weekend visit with BigB's mom and Dad and were also able to spend the afternoon with the kids (except LilB and Tuff) on Sunday.<br /><br />Upon getting home I got the milk, bread and things we need for the beginning of the week, got the lizards home from their babysitter's (aka Dad & Jude's), did laundry (there is only 2 loads left to do!), moved some more stuff for the newest bedroom switch project, got the kids' lunches made while making supper and BigB got several rooms of carpet cleaned. Ugh! Have I ever mentioned how much I dislike carpet? I do...<br /><br />But we are getting things done here. Kids helped cleaning the kitchen table and setting it and getting their laundry put away...<br /><br />Can't wait for it all to be done...There will be some painting to do soon.Love Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16978462373501727594noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13518198.post-57718341287678403682009-10-06T21:58:00.003-06:002009-10-06T22:02:45.497-06:00Looking forwardSome people spend too much time looking backward at the what-if's and the used-to-be's and the used-to-haves. Not me. I look to the now and the future. I am especially looking forward to the not-so-distant future. This weekend in fact! We are going to get to see BigB's mom and dad, and PB&J, Rush, Tuff and BabyK! I am really looking forward to it. I am not, however, wishing away the days in order to get there as I am making the best of the days I have been given and not what could have been or should have been. Look to the future; go straight up the middle and TOUCHDOWN!<br /><br />Now I realize that parts of this post won't make sense to some but it makes perfect sense to me and, well, it is my blog so let's hope it does. {Grin}Love Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16978462373501727594noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13518198.post-88003911855004397662009-09-28T20:33:00.001-06:002009-09-28T20:35:17.123-06:00Rest easy, my friendsBug just now promised me, as I tucked him into bed, that we will NOT take over the world using science.<br /><br /><br />Do you feel safer?<br /><br />I know I do.Love Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16978462373501727594noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13518198.post-44565037069092117202009-09-23T08:35:00.001-06:002009-09-23T08:37:18.281-06:00Jack is gone...Early this morning, a panicked and very devestated little voice came running down the hallway screaming, "He died! Jack died! Jack's gone, Mom! He died! He's dead!<br /><br />As I pealed my eyes open and adjusted their focus I found my dear, sweet, kind-hearted Bug holding a tiny orange and white fish in his outstretched hands with huge tears pouring from his eyes.<br /><br />"Mama," he said in a soft, sorrowful voice, "Jack died...he was stuck to dat fing that hangs down in da tank. My Jack is gone..."<br /><br />This is quite the load of emotion to wake up to first thing for a young man of 6 years old who has never had a pet die before. Sure, he as seen several of his sisters fish die, even a snail but, he has never experienced the pain of his own pet, who he named, who he fed and who he loved, die.<br /><br />I could look into his beautiful blue eyes and see his poor little heartbreaking right before my eyes. His sensitive heart...<br /><br />So, I climbed out of bed, gathered the two kids and I in the official fish burial center, thinking we had better get it from out of his hands before we did too much more. DS3 got to say a few words about his wonderful fish friend, Jack.<br /><br />Allow me, then, to share Jack, the fish we have had since Saturday who DS3 had fallen madly in love with, through Bug's eyes: Jack was a friendly fish and he made all the other fish his friends. He missed his other fish friends from the petstore but he was very happy in his new home. He loved to swim in the bubble wall and ride the bubbles all the way to the top, and I loved him so very much.<br /><br />We then flushed our dear friend, Jack and waved saying our goodbyes as we gave Jack a proper sea(?) burial. I then spoke to Bug about the realities of death and how sometimes these things happen, accidents will happen, pets & people will get sick and sometimes die. I told him how its ok for him to be sad for a while and very ok for him to miss Jack and I told him how this is an example of a time when we can truly turn to God for comfort. God can help us to not feel sad about Jack anymore - not that we have to forget about him but that it is not healthy for us to stay sad for a very long time, how there is a season for sadness just like there is a season for winter and it seems harsh, hard, cold and dark but then it comes spring and new life comes popping out and it becomes bright and cheery and warm and the leaves start to come out and bring people hope. He seemed ok after that, a little more come, but then I told him that I would share Herman, my fish, with him - not that Herman can ever replace Jack in his heart but so that he can still help take care of the fish, I will make him co-owner...<br /><br />So, here's to you, Jack <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAxjmG_MBRijzZ3xutmVh0SfLxFX2mcwwFSELE0mlxxld0VL1ANIOVjzkADRVFVvC4eK6PO6DN3t4kcOMDPlSaBR9Kk3AfRkUqiCaoXRMNwrk4Wa1t5ZTunJxUptzsptqbAGrc/s1600-h/Jack.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 183px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAxjmG_MBRijzZ3xutmVh0SfLxFX2mcwwFSELE0mlxxld0VL1ANIOVjzkADRVFVvC4eK6PO6DN3t4kcOMDPlSaBR9Kk3AfRkUqiCaoXRMNwrk4Wa1t5ZTunJxUptzsptqbAGrc/s320/Jack.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384670089031589986" /></a><br />You WERE a good fish and you had an owner who loved you more than you could ever comrehend.Love Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16978462373501727594noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13518198.post-79622159625936607242009-09-22T07:55:00.002-06:002009-09-22T08:01:54.688-06:00A pinch of this and a small dash of thatBigB is gone this week, for work. He'll be back Friday.<br /><br />It's always really quiet after i put the kids to bed when he is gone; it maks for a long night.<br /><br />The kids' music lessons went really well last night; Bug got over his shyness of his teacher and actually spoke to him last night. His teacher said it was like having a totally different kid. Jellybean could be heard all the way down the hall telling her teacher all kinds of stories. I had to tease her when she came out of her class.<br /><br />I am getting some odds and ends done around here this week and trying to find a job. Today I will do that while Bug is in school so he doesn't have to tag along.<br /><br />I may, finally, get the bottles/cans to Sarcan to recycle. The money is being split among the two kids to save towards their future purchase of a DS.<br /><br />Tonight we will be going to what will probably be the last weiner roast of the year. The two younger kids and I will be going to a friend's house to partake in some burnt wieners and whatever else we gather together - should be LOTS of fun!Love Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16978462373501727594noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13518198.post-41567159720894202672009-09-17T20:27:00.003-06:002009-09-17T20:41:11.731-06:00I know it's not Feb 2but, this little ground hog is popping her head out to say...<br /><br />Wow! What a week this has been! I watched my brother marry a wonderful lady on Saturday. I laughed; I cried. It moved me, Bob! <br /><br />No, really, it did. It was truly one of the most beautiful and moving weddings I have ever been to.<br /><br />Sunday we had a good friend over for supper and later on in the evening a couple of very dear friends came over for coffee.<br /><br />Monday was the kids' first music lessons and boy oh boy, did Bug ever make a good first impression. He walked in with his hair tosseled and held with gel, black dress pants and orange shirt and his "leather" biker jacket, flipping his fancy red drumsticks around. One of the people in the room stated that they figured he had to be the coolest kid they had ever seen. I think they may be right, at least as far as 6 year old boys go.<br /><br />I've been training my replacement all week and now that time has come; tomorrow is my last day. We are all going for lunch tomorrow as a farewell to myself and another girl who left last Friday. Vietnamese food! Yummy!!!<br /><br />On Saturday two of my dear friends are getting married and I have been doing the decorations. I have done my very best but I am simply hoping that it looks as nice as they deserve. I want nothing short of the best for them.<br /><br />I am still missing my girl and think of her often.<br /><br />The other day Bug had a hard time sleeping because Jewel kept jumping on his window sill in the middle of the night and he insisted that she was tring to run away from us just like Rush did. Needless to say, he and Jellybean have been finding this incredibly difficult.<br /><br />BigB is gone for another week next week and he has been in school all this. We haven't seen much of him but plan to have a nice family time after church on Sunday. it may involve pizza...delish!<br /><br />Oh! I just saw my shadow and so I must retreat back into my hole and hide for a bit more. See you after the wedding - perhaps with pictures...Love Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16978462373501727594noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13518198.post-56731910880047400092009-09-10T09:14:00.003-06:002009-09-10T09:24:54.708-06:00Whole Lotta Shakin' Adjusting Goin' OnWow, I have been quiet! I think this is probably the quietest I have been, well, ever. <br /><br />Sorry about that.<br /><br />There's just been a lot of adjusting going on in our home, in our lives.<br /><br />Adjusting to BigB being gone for days at a time, in communities where we can't reach him.<br /><br />Adjusting to Rush being gone.<br /><br />Adjusting to the fragile emotional state of Jellybean and Bug right now, as they adjust.<br /><br />Adjusting to the new school year (for the kids and for BigB).<br /><br />Adjusting to adding music lessons, for both children, into our schedule.<br /><br />Adjusting to my needing a new job. (I have a couple of places I would like to apply but I need to be able to find someone to "pawn" my kids off on for a bit - can't be applying for work with 2 kids in tow.)<br /><br />Adjusting to the busyness of the last week and the upcoming week.<br /><br />Adjusting to remembering to care for the two lizards we have inherited.<br /><br />Did I mention adjusting to Rush being gone?<br />We may know where she is and we may know that she is being taken care of but, that only eases the worry and doesn't aid much at all in the "dealing" with the fact that she is gone.<br /><br />It's has simply been a time of stretching and adjusting and trusting in God that He is in control and all will be as it is supposed to be.Love Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16978462373501727594noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13518198.post-39474556723733659102009-09-09T10:47:00.001-06:002009-09-09T10:48:46.939-06:00What Happened?I happened to remember <a href="http://lovemom.blogspot.com/2008/11/testify.html">this</a>, not even recorded a year ago. What happened?Love Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16978462373501727594noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13518198.post-46807831516460509962009-09-02T16:00:00.003-06:002009-09-02T16:01:59.263-06:0016 More DaysUntil I am done work here. Until I am at home with my two youngest.<br /><br />The interview process has started. <br /><br />It won't be long now.<br /><br />I do still need to find a morning job...<br /><br />...I need to get looking.Love Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16978462373501727594noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13518198.post-13774273279890898622009-09-02T09:06:00.002-06:002009-09-02T09:15:32.429-06:00To and FroAnd no, this isn't a post about my hair... <br />{GRIN}<br /><br />This new job of BigB's has been great for him (for us); he loves the people he works for and with, the environment he works in and the opportunities he has to travel within our beautiful province.<br /><br />He has gone to two places so far (other than around here), one being a place he had never been before and that was just last week. Today he leaves again and gets home Friday - just in time for the long weekend. (Speaking of the long weekend, I am hoping we do something). Tuesday morning he flies off again and comes home late Thursday night or early Friday morning.<br /><br />I certainly hope he gets to make good use of his "collapsible" Ugly Stick fishing rod and new reel that we bought just for this purpose. It fits nicely in his overnight bag. I am thinking we need to send an empty cooler with him so he can bring some of his catches home for us to feast on. After all...<br /><br />...it's only fair.Love Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16978462373501727594noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13518198.post-68586962594758810842009-08-31T10:38:00.002-06:002009-08-31T10:47:04.352-06:00I've been kinda quietDealing with things. Inwardly. I'm doing...ok.<br /><br />It's a busy time of year. Kids back in school. Orientation for BigB. I won't be going to school this year. Not right now anyway. Tough decision but it will be fine. I can be with my kids.<br /><br />I am also in the middle of a very busy three week stretch of weddings, special services at church (which were great) and my last three weeks of working here at ECIP. I do need to find a morning only job, so I will be doing that in the next few days as well.Love Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16978462373501727594noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13518198.post-53577310454940161722009-08-27T09:25:00.002-06:002009-08-27T09:29:21.470-06:00Jush tah lek you knowAh put way to mush peanud budder on ma sanwishch.<br /><br />Pleass God, don' lek dah phone wing! ThanssssLove Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16978462373501727594noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13518198.post-79244333456512943392009-08-26T23:46:00.002-06:002009-08-26T23:52:56.298-06:00Just ask me...Go ahead.<br /><br />Just ask me.<br /><br />Am I just as organized at the launch of this school year as I was last?<br /><br />Am I?<br /><br />Huh?<br /><br />Let's all shout out the answer with a resounding...<br /><br /><br /><br />...NO!!!! Nuh uh! No way, Man! Not even close. Not even a little.<br /><br />It's 11:48 and I am just crawling into bed after completing 2 1/2 lunches (I'll finish mine tomorrow; I don't want day old tuna) and 1 snack. I scoured our "office supply" box to see what I did have to send Jellybean for supplies and came up with 2 blue pens and 3 pencils to go along with her new binder and 2 new folders.<br /><br />The Boy Scouts will surely take away my badges and all. You now, if had badges...or was ever a boy scout...<br /><br />Next week will be better. I just know it!Love Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16978462373501727594noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13518198.post-1278702244812931132009-08-24T13:25:00.002-06:002009-08-24T13:28:42.119-06:00Looking to the FutureWell, the not-so distant future. Our son-in-law will be coming to school in town here soon and we are looking forward to being able to have him over for supper every once in a while. It will be nice; we miss him ('them' but 'they' will not be here just 'him'). Jellybean and Bug will be excited for that to happen too.Love Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16978462373501727594noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13518198.post-33943653094738641662009-08-21T10:35:00.003-06:002009-08-21T10:49:06.481-06:00Beyond RepairThat's what she said. She feels she is "beyond repair". I have news for her, for you all. No one is EVER beyond repair. <br /><br />He repaired me and I was in a very dark place in my life. God came and poured His oil & wine into my life; He picked me up from the ditches where robbers had beaten me and left me for dead (parable of the Good Samaritan), and He cared for me, fixed me up.<br /><br />None of us are beyond repair. He fixed a girl who didn't care if she lived or died, who drank way too much, who hung out with people who would either protect her or kill her, who felt completely unworthy of her very next breath. Yet she continued to breath because she loved her daughter and knew she had to fight for her. He fixed a girl who ran out on her dad and her brother and sister, and then her mom and step-dad, who struck out at everyone who came near like she was a King Cobra, who felt worthless and broken. He repaired a girl who had so much life taken from her, she decided to give the rest of it away just so it would hurt just that little bit less.<br /><br />He repaired a girl who had lost her joy, her hope, her purpose, her destiny, her spirit and her ability to love all (but that beautiful blonde reason for living that God had blessed her with). He fixed that. He restored those things unto me.<br /><br />I am broken again but I know He will fix me. He is the potter and I am the clay. The words from ColdPlay's song "Fix You" keeps coming to mind - only I am not the fixer; I am the one to be fixed.<br /><br />He can fix you too. You. Are. Not. Beyond. Repair!Love Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16978462373501727594noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13518198.post-60626585046690067882009-08-20T14:28:00.003-06:002009-08-20T14:44:46.710-06:00How Do I Taste, Moby?The evening of August 18 BigB & I watched a movie with Rush, Finding Nemo to be exact. She knows ALL the words; she can recite them perfectly even without the movie playing. It sparked some interesting conversation.<br /><br />→ Rush wants to be able to sit in the mouth of a Blue Whale but only if it won't eat her. Why? So she can say "How do I tast, Moby?! Huh?".<br />→ This lead to a conversation about how horrible it would be to be swallowed by a whale and die due to digestion.<br />→ She wants to be able to eat Blow Fish because one wrong cut or mistake during cooking and it "could" kill her; she thinks that would be a thrill. However, she thinks people who play Russian Roulette are idiots. Odd...<br />→ She wants a salt water tank with all the main characters from Finding Nemo.<br />→ She named the log in her terrarium "Logwannahawkaloogie".<br />→ She thinks it would be great to have an animal that "could eat me walk past me, as long as they can't see me so they can't eat me."<br />→ Rush's comment on Darla (the dentist's niece on Finding Nemo), "If she keeps killing fish, why get her a new one? Why not buy her a hamster?"<br /> Huh??????????<br />→ Quote from Rush, "I'd like to go sliding with the Polar Bears...if they can't see me. I <em>could</em> wear a polar bear costume!"<br />→ She thinks that the babies Marlon and Dory would have, if they were to have babies, would be very cute. She imagines them orange with blue stripes. "Can you breed fish?! Here, you guys, now have babies!"<br /><br />But, I think the most memorable thing I got from that movie came in a quote from the movie itself (not that I like it being memorable or anything)<br />"Of course I like you; it's because I like you that I can't be with you."<br /><br />I certainly do love my Nemo loving, Nemo quoting girl - more than she knows and more than I ever thought I could ever love...Love Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16978462373501727594noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13518198.post-55884590257940960872009-08-20T10:33:00.003-06:002009-08-20T10:40:18.256-06:00Excuse me. Is my head on straight?It feels like it isn't. <br /><br />It took a few motrin to get me to sleep last night.<br /><br />I can't think, or focus, or smile.<br /><br />I'm trying. To smile, that is.<br /><br />I'm trying. To think straight, that is.<br /><br />So. If you would be so kind, can you tell me when I haven't put my head on straight? I need to adjust to a new normal that I don't like. one. little. bit. It sort of feels like open heart surgery without the anesthetic (not that I have had open heart surgery with or without it).<br /><br />I am turning to God for strength but I think there may be road construction or something, as there seems to be a bit of a delay.Love Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16978462373501727594noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13518198.post-53029168862314747462009-08-17T20:17:00.003-06:002009-08-17T20:55:20.932-06:00So...? This is what it's like living with boys...Jellybean & Bug came running out of the bathroom, toothbrushes in hand, laughing like hyenas. Through squeals of delight Jellybean finally managed to squeak out that Bug had just drank from the toilet.<br /><br />As BigB tried to explain to him how disgusting and unsafe that is, he told Bug that some people have even died from the germs found in toilets.<br /><br />Bugs response?<br /><br />In 20 days? They die if they do it for 20 days?<br /><br />After reassuring Bug that he didn't mean he would die. Bug sprinted back off to the bathroom, where we encouraged him to brush his teeth AND use listerine!<br /><br />So, can anyone seriously tell me why burping, farting, and, now, drinking toilet water (oh and let's not <a href="http://lovemom.blogspot.com/2009/06/hello-911.html">forget licking toilets</a>) are so incredibly funny?<br /><br />Earlier tonight, one of the family members passed gas and Bug says "If there were a trophy for worst farts, you would get it! You have the worst farts in the universe!". He then proceded to laugh to the point where we thought he may actually pee his pants.<br /><br />Boys! What a strange species...Love Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16978462373501727594noreply@blogger.com3