And such…

I keep wondering why it has been so long in between blog posts this year.
I used to be so regular.
I constantly had funny or interesting tales or insights (at least I thought they were) that I couldn’t wait to share with the world.
I loved sitting down and just writing away.
So I’m left wondering, what happened to all of that cleverness.
Then, I look around.
There are school books, papers and videos stacked everywhere it seems.
The dust is like an inch thick.
My husband washed the dishes and Lilla commented that she didn’t ever remember seeing our sink so empty.
Anna just got potty trained. This week I say!! PARTY!! She still makes me go in the bathroom with her while she goes #2 though. That is oh so much fun and always at a convenient hour.
We have to get in as many Santa visits as humanely possible.
My husband just asked me today if I could make his whole team cookies and candy and other goodies for a Christmas thing on Friday.
Oh, and there is that whole party thing going on in just a week and a half to celebrate the big 3!! Uh, I might want to plan that.
I have a counselee that comes to see me every week. It still blows my mind that they let me do that. Seriously, me?
I have things like letter blends and spelling rules made into silly little songs plastered in my brain that take over.
I have to lay in bed with that soon to be 3 year old every night while we pet each others hair and sing praise and worship songs to each other.
I had a whole laundry basket of socks to try to match up today. It is shocking how many don’t have a friend.
I have an upper respiratory infection too that required a Dr. visit today.
I have to teach a little person to read. This is much harder than it looks.
Oh, and my bathroom looks like Toys R’ Us hit it.
I can’t find the other ballet shoe.
Let’s not even mention the car…
Huh, I wonder, why is it again I’m not blogging? 🙂

I choose the whale

In a time when I’m just feeling kind of blah and like weight is such a focus and a struggle, this really hit home for me. Someone posted it on facebook and I thought it was beautiful. What are your thoughts?

A while back, at the entrance of a gym, there was a picture of a very thin and beautiful woman. The caption was “This summer, do you want to be a mermaid or a whale?”

The story goes, a woman (of clothing size unknown) answered the following way:

“Dear people, whales are always surrounded by friends (dolphins, seals, curious humans), they are sexually active and raise their children with great tenderness.
They entertain like crazy with dolphins and eat lots of prawns. They swim all day and travel to fantastic places like Patagonia, the Barents Sea or the coral reefs of Polynesia.
They sing incredibly well and sometimes even are on cds. They are impressive and dearly loved animals, which everyone defend and admires.

Mermaids do not exist.

But if they existed, they would line up to see a psychologist because of a problem of split personality: woman or fish?
They would have no sex life and could not bear children.
Yes, they would be lovely, but lonely and sad.
And, who wants a girl that smells like fish by his side?

Without a doubt, I’d rather be a whale.

At a time when the media tells us that only thin is beautiful, I prefer to eat ice cream with my kids, to have dinner with my husband, to eat and drink and have fun with my friends.

We women, we gain weight because we accumulate so much wisdom and knowledge that there isn’t enough space in our heads, and it spreads all over our bodies.
We are not fat, we are greatly cultivated.
Every time I see my curves in the mirror, I tell myself: “How amazing am I ?! “

Yes, I do believe the ending of this is cheesy. I’m not going to be looking in any mirrors saying how fabulous I am, but I like the point of enjoying life and not always worrying about the amount of calories I’m eating. Life is too short! I think I’ll have Bananas and Nutella for breakfast!

The mothership

For several years now, on any given Sunday, if you had needed to find me there would have been one place to start…Borders. It was a little haven for me on Sundays while my husband and kids had some family time with his parents and siblings to just recharge for the week, find a comfy chair and read…whatever.

I have always loved Borders. So unpretentious. So full of cheap books. So perfect for spending hours and hours lost in reading.
Yesterday I went there for what may be the last time. Looking like this. It was all yellow.
Seriously depressing.

I still spent a good two hours there. Although there are no more yummy treats waiting to be discovered in the cafe. No more comfy chairs to be curled up in. No more of the latest magazines to peruse.

Like I said, depressing.

My husband texted asking if I had found something I was supposed to be looking for in town that day. I told him I hadn’t. I had gone to two stores, hadn’t found it and then the mothership had called me home.

I didn’t even need to say Borders, he knew. My mothership.

I’m sure going to miss her…

Grounded for Life

So you may have noticed I’ve been a little absent from blogging lately. Or, maybe you haven’t. Ha! Anyway, I do have a pretty good reason this time. Last week I decided to get some yard work done while my husband was at work. One of the discs in his back has broken apart, and the piece has been lodged in a part of his spine that is pretty painful so he just wasn’t able to do a lot. Praise God though, he has been bathed in prayer lately and yesterday had no pain at all. His doctor thought he would need surgery and when we said we would try prayer first he was kind of like, “Uh, ok. That really doesn’t explain it scientifically.” God is bigger than science though, isn’t he?

Anyway, one of the things I did was trim the hedges in the front yard. With the electric hedgeclippers. I’ve never used them before and I thought, this should be easy. My girls were out with me and we live on a state road so I will say I was a bit distracted making sure they didn’t run onto it. Um, to say the least, that is not a good idea with an electric tool that makes thick branches seem like butter, it cuts so easily.
Yeah, you can probably see where I’m going with this.
My youngest came up to me, I looked over at her, didn’t turn it off and got my hand pretty good with it. 7 stitches later, I’m just thankful to God I didn’t cut my hand off. Like I said, I wasn’t looking and that thing cuts things like they are butter. It’s nothing short of God’s grace that my two fingers are still here and I can actually feel them. No nerve damage.

Funny side note. When I came home my husband said, “Man, you did a great job with the hedges you did get cut. When your hand heals you should definitely finish it.”
You have no idea how hard I laughed.
I’m thinking I’m grounded for life from power tools.

Wordless Wednesday – Walking Aids

Needed just a few words…
I messed my hip up pretty good last week. Been using these to stay off it. The girls thought they were hilarious to try out. Lilla said, “Look mom, I look like an old lady!”
Thanks, Lil.
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I don’t know what it is about this time of year, but it usually has me contemplative and thoughtful…about the past and future. I suppose it is the thought of new beginnings, old habits, life’s blessings over the past year, the trials and hurts that need to be overcome…so much so it can be overwhelming.

I was at church this past Sunday and they asked for any prayer requests you might have to be written on a little form that people could pray over on New Year’s. Our church does a several hour praying in the new year where people can stop in at any time, pick up a card and pray for whomever is on that card. I picked up a card for myself and started writing. And writing. And writing a little more. Before I knew it the whole card was full. Is it sad that the entire card was just for my own issues? Apparently I must have A LOT!!

Normally at this time of year I make a resolution to lose some weight (which I still need to do), be kinder (um, yeah!) or stay on a budget (still working on that one), and normally by about January 3rd they are all shot and I go back to my old ways. Old habits definitely die hard.

This year I want to make a little different resolution, if you can even call it that. See, I don’t like making promises or resolutions or pledges. I wind up feeling bound and obligated to meet them. I am way too stubborn to do that, get annoyed that I feel bound and give up knowing it won’t be accomplished. Like last year my husband thought it would be a good idea to have a competition of who could read the Bible in the shortest time. The Bible. Seriously, the Bible. This is not a sprint, I said to him. So clearly, that did not happen and I gave up nearly instantaneously.

So this year, I want to just say, I want to be Godly. I want to grow closer to Him. I want to know about Him. I want to love Him more. Less me, more Him.

That sounds good to me. 🙂

It’s a hard knock life

For some reason, it just seems like life is hard lately. I’m tired all the time and so I’m crabby all the time. That carries over to my kids. A LOT! You know the old saying, when momma ain’t happy, ain’t no one happy? Well, it is really true in this case. And that makes me sad.

I want to be that momma that the girls look back at and smile when they think of the fun we had together. The awesome things that they learned from me and the memories we shared together. Today I said, “It’s cold outside.” And 3 year old Lilla said, “That’s because the temperature dropped.” Huh???

She then proceeded, of course, to ask me how a temperature drops. I was like, um, mumbling something about barometric pressure…wind from the North…Williard Scott anyone? Yeah, clearly she understood every word.Little Miss Anna is now 12 weeks old and I just think, where could those 12 weeks have gone? Did I stop to breathe it in for even a moment? It barely seems like it. When the peanut was this young I was with her every second, loving and hugging and rubbing baby oil all over the little crevices. Anna has had like 2 baths. OK, not 2, but you know what I mean! She just doesn’t get that same attention and I’m wondering if she doesn’t feel loved like Lilla did. She looks at me so desperately wanting my attention and I’ve got my mind on 10 other things and she doesn’t get it.
Sorry this post is so scattered…just too much on my mind. Too much to do. Maybe I need an internet break. Take care of my kids…refocus…and go to sleep now.

How are things with you?

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