my packing is almost done.
my house is almost clean.
my laundry is almost finished.
and miss kitty is soooooo ready for the beach. viva la 'myrtle.
miss me much.
smooches.
Friday, May 30, 2008
Wednesday, May 28, 2008
rain, rain go away
did i mention something recently about dayshift being da'bomb?
you're welcome, for the ignorant stupidity i like to spread around. i send it with love.
i spent most of my waking hours today walking around soaking wet with the delightful downpour we were blessed with down south. i got to fix breakfast and lunches and change adult diapers 8 x's, 3 of which were poo. i got to load and unload and load and unload $500 worth of groceries, label every single item,divide 30 lbs of various meats for the freezer, start a roast in the crockpot, change 2 beds worth of pee sheets, clorox and sweep and repeat and take out 6 bags of trash. i got drooled on and pooped on and the wire popped out of my bra.
theeeeeen i got to pick up bella from the crackhouse, err, boys-n-girls club, (don't EVEN get me started on this one) only to discover on this, the SECOND DAY, she already got the priviledge to write " i promise to listen and not talk while staff is teaching" 25 x's and had lost her id card. she then chose to cop an attitude and the demons exercised their right to take over her mouth until supper time.
i made supper and did 4 loads of laundry and doled out punishments left and right to the creatures underfoot. and then there were the pets....
i have absolutely nothing packed for the beach and am feeling fatter than ever and i'm tired and my foot hurts and i need a shower and a new pair of tennis shoes.
blargh.
you're welcome, for the ignorant stupidity i like to spread around. i send it with love.
i spent most of my waking hours today walking around soaking wet with the delightful downpour we were blessed with down south. i got to fix breakfast and lunches and change adult diapers 8 x's, 3 of which were poo. i got to load and unload and load and unload $500 worth of groceries, label every single item,divide 30 lbs of various meats for the freezer, start a roast in the crockpot, change 2 beds worth of pee sheets, clorox and sweep and repeat and take out 6 bags of trash. i got drooled on and pooped on and the wire popped out of my bra.
theeeeeen i got to pick up bella from the crackhouse, err, boys-n-girls club, (don't EVEN get me started on this one) only to discover on this, the SECOND DAY, she already got the priviledge to write " i promise to listen and not talk while staff is teaching" 25 x's and had lost her id card. she then chose to cop an attitude and the demons exercised their right to take over her mouth until supper time.
i made supper and did 4 loads of laundry and doled out punishments left and right to the creatures underfoot. and then there were the pets....
i have absolutely nothing packed for the beach and am feeling fatter than ever and i'm tired and my foot hurts and i need a shower and a new pair of tennis shoes.
blargh.
Monday, May 26, 2008
anniversary gone wild
dudes. i mean, dudes.
you all know how i like to wax eloquent around here.... how i can talk for paragraphs. but my heart isn't in it for the long haul tonite and i'd rather enjoy my fluffy cloud feeling anyway. i had a whole *ode to marriage* blog rarin' to go, and then the resident red-head around here, borrows the computer to play *hello kitty*, and all my hard work? it dissapears like a fart in the wind.
so i'm just gonna let this one fly. sometimes there are no perfect words or pictures captured. sometimes, ya just gotta be there.
its really ree's fault over on pioneer woman . i spent over an hour one early morning this week, catching up on her how-we-met romance novel, and then i felt inspired to share a lil somethin' somethin', myself, about the guy that's been squished beside me on the couch, or velcroe'd at my hip for the past 8 years. or some such thing.
anyway. happy anniversary to us, today.
we've done some livin', in the past 8 years. and when i say livin', i do mean livin'. there have been some very real moments when both of us wondered if all those years were so worth it. but the truth is, i can't imagine anyone else in my life i'd rather have spent those 8 years with.
so here's to the guy that still likes to get lost with me on our *pick a direction and go* dates. that never tires of "punch buggy". the guy that still tags along to thrift stores with me and still puts up with what men like to call the "walmart dance". here's to the guy that still makes me giggle and melt and feel warm fuzzies. whose hugs make still make everything all better. here's to the guy that still understands my obsession with things like frogs and orca's and flip-flops and the continued search for the perfect mop. who still buys me pickled herring every year for my birthday even tho the smell of it makes him gag. here's to the guy who patiently and deftly maneuvers through 10 pillows on the bed every night and secretly loves the fact that i make him eat green vegetables. the guy that will pause "pinks" just to get me a moo'latte from dq.
jason, this one's for you. love you, love me.
this last week was awesome.
having a day job is da bomb ~ i woke up excited every morning this last week to go to work. i got thru training and registration and financial aid and the end of the school year and mountains of laundry. david c. won AI. we went fishing and taught our 7 year old the fine art of the illegal outdoorsmen. well she didn't know that. in my defense, she bores easily, so who better to keep lookout for the forest fuzz with the binoculars. its $9 a license just for one county. please. can i hear an amen? even God's gotta be down with me on that one.
also, a strange man peed on my couch. in jasons defense, it was a coworker of his that got thrown out of a bar and unfortunately was still able to read a phone book. in my defense, it was my COUCH. it is my sincere hope God has a purpose for these moments, beyond just a kick and a giggle at my uncontrollable eye twitch. i do wonder, often, why we end up being that safe place to land for these people that manage to wander into our lives. i'm considering installing a baptismal booth in the spare closet and inviting a little of the holy ghost to our couch, to help the "spirit come upon them".
anyway. after much, much aggravation saturday morning~ my first weekend off in centuries, spent trying to clean an entire couch... lets just say i wasn't so blissfully excited when jason suggested for an anniversary treat, a romantic getaway to all that is saturday cruise in night a few miles over. after all, bella was at nana's for the night, so why not celebrate now, you beautiful magnificent sweaty woman that hasn't showered or fixed her hair!!
see. we made an oath when we got married all those 8 years ago that we'd do something different every single anniversary. so here's a good time. sit down with your beloved one night and try to remember what you've done with those past few years. then compare notes. and laugh. rinse, repeat.
here's the cliff notes version of our celebrations:
year 1) we're at a total loss here. we can't remember nothin. neither one of us can agree, so for the sake of the blog, i think we were still basking in the awesomeness that was us and being dirt poor and probably swore that we needed nothing but just eachother or some such m'larkey and ate ramen noodles in bed, popping a bottle in bella's mouth and watching a special on "amazon tribes" on pbs.
year 2) was the year we "branched out". jason spent much of this trip reveling in the fact that i can't tell east from west and had me convinced we were going to georgia just so he could show me spaghetti junction. anyway, i was still drunk in love and we drove 8 hours to atlantic beach, nc, which is marvelous, may i just say, and one of the little known wonders of the world. but we spent a day driving there just to spend a day in the ocean and on the way back, landed at a $20/night motel with no a/c. however, that little get-away was still pretty spectacular and still rates right up there on my all-time favorites list.
year 3) continuing with the beach idea, myrtle beach, sc was the *it* place. this was the year we discovered we'd actually married on a) a recognized holiday and b) black biker weekend, and enjoyed 3 hours in a traffic jam on our way to our "beach front hotel" that was "15 minutes from the exit", the whole time me mourning the fact that i was not born with a badunkadunk. however, all was not lost. i got a killer whale boogie board with which we got properly sunburned at so much fun in the sun. we learned you should never eat at a seafood buffet and that the free zoo is a great little secret and the crocodile park was pretty cool too. this was also the year we discovered the miracle that is TGIFridays food.
year 4) boone, nc -blowing rock. i love north carolina. that is all. anyone that ever has the chance, should head up that-a-way. its gorgeous and the little tourist town there has the best vibe. so many fun little shops and nooks-n-crannies and eateries. best crock ice-cream ever.
year 5) hot springs, nc . again, i love all that is north carolina. we totally got lost on the way there, which is really sad, considering its less than an hour away. we stopped in this town that's smaller than MY hometown and i got this bad "blair witch project" feeling from the old timer that gave us directions. but as it turns out, getting lost is a blast. we drove past waterfalls on the side of the road and discovered this mysteriously huge, ginormous dillapidated mansion out in the boonies. and the natural hot springs baths? like buttah. one of my favoritest anniversaries ever. we spent $20 to rent one of the mineral spring spas and then $30 for a motel room at the alpine inn down the road, that was like sleeping in your mom and dad's spare bedroom but with the comfiest bed ever. we had free hot tea at the little what-nots shop across the street the next morning and ate chinese off a rickshaw cart.
year 6) nebraska in all its glory. we went to kearney and i got this gorgeous celtic heart bracelet at the one store over by that flower nursery. earl may? kim, help me out, here. and jason found these kickin' shoes @ the refind thrift shop. then it was off to grand island where we spent all day at the water park and even got a hotel room with a pool. and after getting properly water-logged, we ate at whiskey creek steak house and its my opinion that all of you need to put both of those on your to-do list.
year 7) gatlinburg, tn. we figured, why not. this was our one default cop-out, considering how close we are. but it was still lovely. because people? you can't not love gatlinburg.
year 8) tri-cities, tn. one of our most inexpensive, spontaneous, most fun anniversaries ever.
so anyways......the looking at the old cars and such. woot. i wasn't in the mood, did i mention? also. do you know how hard it is to clean an entire couch? but i sucked it up and went and then i realized how cool i was. err, it was. jason was in his element and serenely, immensely happy.
and then they ran out of bratwurst, so whats a girl to do but mention how cool it would be to go to the movies and waaalaaaah, jason got a great idea.
first, we stopped here at the most wondermous bbq shack in the world . think "fried green tomatoes" secrets' in the sauce, only without the gross inuendo that they'd bbq'd some dude. this is hands down my most favorite bbq spot in the whole entire world.
and then. just in the odd case you're still interested in following along, he took me to my very first drive in movie theatre ever . dudes. this thing is awesome!! $6 for a double feature. and you can bring your own food. heck, you could wear pajamas! and you can totally make out in the car. i'm hooked. we watched the new indiana jones flick and the iron man. and i have decided i must have one of these. when i retire, i'm totally buying one of these drive-ins. watch me.
anywhoo.
jason. you rock. here's to 80 more.
you all know how i like to wax eloquent around here.... how i can talk for paragraphs. but my heart isn't in it for the long haul tonite and i'd rather enjoy my fluffy cloud feeling anyway. i had a whole *ode to marriage* blog rarin' to go, and then the resident red-head around here, borrows the computer to play *hello kitty*, and all my hard work? it dissapears like a fart in the wind.
so i'm just gonna let this one fly. sometimes there are no perfect words or pictures captured. sometimes, ya just gotta be there.
its really ree's fault over on pioneer woman . i spent over an hour one early morning this week, catching up on her how-we-met romance novel, and then i felt inspired to share a lil somethin' somethin', myself, about the guy that's been squished beside me on the couch, or velcroe'd at my hip for the past 8 years. or some such thing.
anyway. happy anniversary to us, today.
we've done some livin', in the past 8 years. and when i say livin', i do mean livin'. there have been some very real moments when both of us wondered if all those years were so worth it. but the truth is, i can't imagine anyone else in my life i'd rather have spent those 8 years with.
so here's to the guy that still likes to get lost with me on our *pick a direction and go* dates. that never tires of "punch buggy". the guy that still tags along to thrift stores with me and still puts up with what men like to call the "walmart dance". here's to the guy that still makes me giggle and melt and feel warm fuzzies. whose hugs make still make everything all better. here's to the guy that still understands my obsession with things like frogs and orca's and flip-flops and the continued search for the perfect mop. who still buys me pickled herring every year for my birthday even tho the smell of it makes him gag. here's to the guy who patiently and deftly maneuvers through 10 pillows on the bed every night and secretly loves the fact that i make him eat green vegetables. the guy that will pause "pinks" just to get me a moo'latte from dq.
jason, this one's for you. love you, love me.
this last week was awesome.
having a day job is da bomb ~ i woke up excited every morning this last week to go to work. i got thru training and registration and financial aid and the end of the school year and mountains of laundry. david c. won AI. we went fishing and taught our 7 year old the fine art of the illegal outdoorsmen. well she didn't know that. in my defense, she bores easily, so who better to keep lookout for the forest fuzz with the binoculars. its $9 a license just for one county. please. can i hear an amen? even God's gotta be down with me on that one.
also, a strange man peed on my couch. in jasons defense, it was a coworker of his that got thrown out of a bar and unfortunately was still able to read a phone book. in my defense, it was my COUCH. it is my sincere hope God has a purpose for these moments, beyond just a kick and a giggle at my uncontrollable eye twitch. i do wonder, often, why we end up being that safe place to land for these people that manage to wander into our lives. i'm considering installing a baptismal booth in the spare closet and inviting a little of the holy ghost to our couch, to help the "spirit come upon them".
anyway. after much, much aggravation saturday morning~ my first weekend off in centuries, spent trying to clean an entire couch... lets just say i wasn't so blissfully excited when jason suggested for an anniversary treat, a romantic getaway to all that is saturday cruise in night a few miles over. after all, bella was at nana's for the night, so why not celebrate now, you beautiful magnificent sweaty woman that hasn't showered or fixed her hair!!
see. we made an oath when we got married all those 8 years ago that we'd do something different every single anniversary. so here's a good time. sit down with your beloved one night and try to remember what you've done with those past few years. then compare notes. and laugh. rinse, repeat.
here's the cliff notes version of our celebrations:
year 1) we're at a total loss here. we can't remember nothin. neither one of us can agree, so for the sake of the blog, i think we were still basking in the awesomeness that was us and being dirt poor and probably swore that we needed nothing but just eachother or some such m'larkey and ate ramen noodles in bed, popping a bottle in bella's mouth and watching a special on "amazon tribes" on pbs.
year 2) was the year we "branched out". jason spent much of this trip reveling in the fact that i can't tell east from west and had me convinced we were going to georgia just so he could show me spaghetti junction. anyway, i was still drunk in love and we drove 8 hours to atlantic beach, nc, which is marvelous, may i just say, and one of the little known wonders of the world. but we spent a day driving there just to spend a day in the ocean and on the way back, landed at a $20/night motel with no a/c. however, that little get-away was still pretty spectacular and still rates right up there on my all-time favorites list.
year 3) continuing with the beach idea, myrtle beach, sc was the *it* place. this was the year we discovered we'd actually married on a) a recognized holiday and b) black biker weekend, and enjoyed 3 hours in a traffic jam on our way to our "beach front hotel" that was "15 minutes from the exit", the whole time me mourning the fact that i was not born with a badunkadunk. however, all was not lost. i got a killer whale boogie board with which we got properly sunburned at so much fun in the sun. we learned you should never eat at a seafood buffet and that the free zoo is a great little secret and the crocodile park was pretty cool too. this was also the year we discovered the miracle that is TGIFridays food.
year 4) boone, nc -blowing rock. i love north carolina. that is all. anyone that ever has the chance, should head up that-a-way. its gorgeous and the little tourist town there has the best vibe. so many fun little shops and nooks-n-crannies and eateries. best crock ice-cream ever.
year 5) hot springs, nc . again, i love all that is north carolina. we totally got lost on the way there, which is really sad, considering its less than an hour away. we stopped in this town that's smaller than MY hometown and i got this bad "blair witch project" feeling from the old timer that gave us directions. but as it turns out, getting lost is a blast. we drove past waterfalls on the side of the road and discovered this mysteriously huge, ginormous dillapidated mansion out in the boonies. and the natural hot springs baths? like buttah. one of my favoritest anniversaries ever. we spent $20 to rent one of the mineral spring spas and then $30 for a motel room at the alpine inn down the road, that was like sleeping in your mom and dad's spare bedroom but with the comfiest bed ever. we had free hot tea at the little what-nots shop across the street the next morning and ate chinese off a rickshaw cart.
year 6) nebraska in all its glory. we went to kearney and i got this gorgeous celtic heart bracelet at the one store over by that flower nursery. earl may? kim, help me out, here. and jason found these kickin' shoes @ the refind thrift shop. then it was off to grand island where we spent all day at the water park and even got a hotel room with a pool. and after getting properly water-logged, we ate at whiskey creek steak house and its my opinion that all of you need to put both of those on your to-do list.
year 7) gatlinburg, tn. we figured, why not. this was our one default cop-out, considering how close we are. but it was still lovely. because people? you can't not love gatlinburg.
year 8) tri-cities, tn. one of our most inexpensive, spontaneous, most fun anniversaries ever.
so anyways......the looking at the old cars and such. woot. i wasn't in the mood, did i mention? also. do you know how hard it is to clean an entire couch? but i sucked it up and went and then i realized how cool i was. err, it was. jason was in his element and serenely, immensely happy.
and then they ran out of bratwurst, so whats a girl to do but mention how cool it would be to go to the movies and waaalaaaah, jason got a great idea.
first, we stopped here at the most wondermous bbq shack in the world . think "fried green tomatoes" secrets' in the sauce, only without the gross inuendo that they'd bbq'd some dude. this is hands down my most favorite bbq spot in the whole entire world.
and then. just in the odd case you're still interested in following along, he took me to my very first drive in movie theatre ever . dudes. this thing is awesome!! $6 for a double feature. and you can bring your own food. heck, you could wear pajamas! and you can totally make out in the car. i'm hooked. we watched the new indiana jones flick and the iron man. and i have decided i must have one of these. when i retire, i'm totally buying one of these drive-ins. watch me.
anywhoo.
jason. you rock. here's to 80 more.
Sunday, May 18, 2008
keepin' the sabbath
dear God.
its me again, margaret.
i'd love it if you could grant me the serentity not to throttle hope tonite at work. perhaps she could get the 24 hour laryngitis?
that is all.
i'm feeling just a teensy defeated today.
by the time 8 o'clock rolled around this morning, i was not in a very church-going-mood. i'd just spent the night with what is to be my replacement trainee, *hope*. and my cheerfulness had all but gone out the door within the first 2 hours, with me kinda feeling knocked down at every pass.
i quickly discovered hope has been with this agency for over 9 years, so as she followed me around, i relaxed with the notion i wouldn't have to really detail any job specifics and was chatty, handing out my little tips and tricks of the trade for this particular house, when she informed me quite rudely that since she's "worked here so long, she thinks she knows what she's doing. that she doesn't even want this shift, and why is it again, that i am choosing to leave, making her take this?"
it was about that time that *flow* decided she really didn't care for this *hope* person at all, and refused assistance from her in any and every capacity.
:le sigh:
the fact that she's worked here for over 9 years, came up many, many, many-many times during the course of her stay, mind you. so in effort to dodge her sharp tongue thru-out the night, i tried instead, to redirect the conversation. her accent was almost french, and i wondered where she was from. we have many african and sudanese care-givers within our company; several of them, refugees. i have found so many of their stories simply amazing. she shared snippets with me: her husband is an international doctor and she herself is in her last year of study to be a urologist. that this job has simply been her income along the way.
everything i did was "ridicoooolous." it wasn't neccesary in her mind that i do hourly checks, that i provide such detailed documentation. that i clean every night. that the ladies get up so early in the morning. she blamed *ebb's* eratic sleep patterns entirely on the fact that i check on her thruout the night, insisting i am "waking her up". she had followed me around all of an hour before settling on the couch with her laptop and by 10 pm was asleep, and chose to sleep off and on until about 4 this morning. when she did wake up, it was to stare a hole straight thru me and make yet another rude comment about the way i "do things".
i tried to buffer all of this with gentle responses. "we all do things differently". i was "sure she'd settle into her own routine". "i just try to follow the company guidelines". etc....
without going into any more detail, i was entirely humbled by the time daylight rolled around. my feelings had been hurt and my spirit not a little bit wounded. she announced 2 hours before the end of our shift that she had a headache and was going home. and i hate to admit it, but the ornery troll in me wanted to shout "good riddance".
i've come to care very much for *ebb and flow* in my time here, and have taken great pride in helping to run their little house. i know its silly that i should feel put out by one persons' opinion but lets just say it would be an understatement to say i'm not really looking forward to my last night on the overnight shift, with her in tow.
a fact that is possibly even more rotten because she insists upon watching CNN all night long, when we all know i could be catching up on those crazy Kardashians or Kenny vs. Spenny.
blaaaargh.
and then my m-i-l, whom i love and adore, incidentally, woke me up this afternoon to inform me that i'm not doing nearly enough about bella's ibd issues and that she'd like to take her to the doctor herself this week, due to my busy and hectic schedule.
do you ever feel like some days you've been duct-taped to the principals office chair?
thankfully, church helped me even some of it out. the praise and worship slowly melted away the stiff joints and sour attitude i'd entered with and we had a great sermon this morning, along with guest speaker *kadeer* who is involved in campus crusade in our church and hails from east congo. he is such a beautiful and honest soul and had such an inspiring story to tell, detailing the 2 lessons he'd learned in particular: that trust is trust is trust, when it comes to God. and that it doesn't matter what you have. its what you're willing to give.
also this little tidbit:
"there are 5 frogs on a log. 3 decide to jump. how many are left?"
the answer is 5. because the deciding and the doing are entirely different things.
that speaks maybe more to me than anyone else right now, but i'm glad it did. i like those little
heart-tuggers from time to time.
this helped abit today too:
every gift is a trust placed in human hands by a holy God and it is up to each individual to develop the integrity, humility, and work-ethic to know what on earth to do with it. A gift never guarantees success. In the long run as well as the routine day-in and day-out, those with the grit to just keep doing the hard thing will often prove more effective. Gift without grit is a dang waste.
but i think i could do with a hug, all the same.
its me again, margaret.
i'd love it if you could grant me the serentity not to throttle hope tonite at work. perhaps she could get the 24 hour laryngitis?
that is all.
i'm feeling just a teensy defeated today.
by the time 8 o'clock rolled around this morning, i was not in a very church-going-mood. i'd just spent the night with what is to be my replacement trainee, *hope*. and my cheerfulness had all but gone out the door within the first 2 hours, with me kinda feeling knocked down at every pass.
i quickly discovered hope has been with this agency for over 9 years, so as she followed me around, i relaxed with the notion i wouldn't have to really detail any job specifics and was chatty, handing out my little tips and tricks of the trade for this particular house, when she informed me quite rudely that since she's "worked here so long, she thinks she knows what she's doing. that she doesn't even want this shift, and why is it again, that i am choosing to leave, making her take this?"
it was about that time that *flow* decided she really didn't care for this *hope* person at all, and refused assistance from her in any and every capacity.
:le sigh:
the fact that she's worked here for over 9 years, came up many, many, many-many times during the course of her stay, mind you. so in effort to dodge her sharp tongue thru-out the night, i tried instead, to redirect the conversation. her accent was almost french, and i wondered where she was from. we have many african and sudanese care-givers within our company; several of them, refugees. i have found so many of their stories simply amazing. she shared snippets with me: her husband is an international doctor and she herself is in her last year of study to be a urologist. that this job has simply been her income along the way.
everything i did was "ridicoooolous." it wasn't neccesary in her mind that i do hourly checks, that i provide such detailed documentation. that i clean every night. that the ladies get up so early in the morning. she blamed *ebb's* eratic sleep patterns entirely on the fact that i check on her thruout the night, insisting i am "waking her up". she had followed me around all of an hour before settling on the couch with her laptop and by 10 pm was asleep, and chose to sleep off and on until about 4 this morning. when she did wake up, it was to stare a hole straight thru me and make yet another rude comment about the way i "do things".
i tried to buffer all of this with gentle responses. "we all do things differently". i was "sure she'd settle into her own routine". "i just try to follow the company guidelines". etc....
without going into any more detail, i was entirely humbled by the time daylight rolled around. my feelings had been hurt and my spirit not a little bit wounded. she announced 2 hours before the end of our shift that she had a headache and was going home. and i hate to admit it, but the ornery troll in me wanted to shout "good riddance".
i've come to care very much for *ebb and flow* in my time here, and have taken great pride in helping to run their little house. i know its silly that i should feel put out by one persons' opinion but lets just say it would be an understatement to say i'm not really looking forward to my last night on the overnight shift, with her in tow.
a fact that is possibly even more rotten because she insists upon watching CNN all night long, when we all know i could be catching up on those crazy Kardashians or Kenny vs. Spenny.
blaaaargh.
and then my m-i-l, whom i love and adore, incidentally, woke me up this afternoon to inform me that i'm not doing nearly enough about bella's ibd issues and that she'd like to take her to the doctor herself this week, due to my busy and hectic schedule.
do you ever feel like some days you've been duct-taped to the principals office chair?
thankfully, church helped me even some of it out. the praise and worship slowly melted away the stiff joints and sour attitude i'd entered with and we had a great sermon this morning, along with guest speaker *kadeer* who is involved in campus crusade in our church and hails from east congo. he is such a beautiful and honest soul and had such an inspiring story to tell, detailing the 2 lessons he'd learned in particular: that trust is trust is trust, when it comes to God. and that it doesn't matter what you have. its what you're willing to give.
also this little tidbit:
"there are 5 frogs on a log. 3 decide to jump. how many are left?"
the answer is 5. because the deciding and the doing are entirely different things.
that speaks maybe more to me than anyone else right now, but i'm glad it did. i like those little
heart-tuggers from time to time.
this helped abit today too:
every gift is a trust placed in human hands by a holy God and it is up to each individual to develop the integrity, humility, and work-ethic to know what on earth to do with it. A gift never guarantees success. In the long run as well as the routine day-in and day-out, those with the grit to just keep doing the hard thing will often prove more effective. Gift without grit is a dang waste.
but i think i could do with a hug, all the same.
Saturday, May 17, 2008
it comes in threes
so we made 136 big smackers @ the yard sale yesterday. 'sat out there wheelin and dealin, whilst freezing my toes off. coldest day of the month so far~ so strange, for tennessee. and yet i managed to pull off a sunburn? bella guilted more people out of 50 cents for oatmeal chocolate chip cookies, than was probably acceptable. i see CEO in her future. after asking her to sort thru her toys the other day, she'd come up with 4, count 'em, 4 items to put in the sale. she'd sworn that everything else in her room was sacred and that she couldn't live without them. i let her price the items, with her biggest seller a $2 tea-set.
my favorite moment was when a family with 4 kids pulled up. i'm not sitting on this side of easy street myself, but there was just a feeling i had, that things were hard for them. they quietly looked around and the 3 boys climbed back in the car with dad, while a little imp trailed behind her mother. she headed straight for bella's princess tea set and scooped it up in her arms. her mom shook her head and she gently set it back down and then walked back to the car.
bella had been watching the whole scene and whispered in my ear, "mama, can i give them some cookies?" i told her she'd need to ask permission, so she skipped up to the mother, who hesitated, then nodded. and bella cheerfully distributed cookies to the excited kids in the car. as the mom neared closer to our table, sifting thru clothes, i asked if her little girl had liked the tea set. she shook her head, visibly uncomfortable. "oh noooo. no. its fine. no."
i asked, "are ya sure? cuz she can have it, if you like." she looked almost incredulous and blurted out, "for free? you're giving it to her?".
bella jumped in and said, "yah. i know she'll love it cuz i've got lotsa years outta that puppy."
with my unladylike snort and, lets face it, with that kind of logic literally draped across her feet, the woman almost smiled and rushed to her car. her daughter jumped over the seat and scrambled for the tea set, hugging it to her chest, and ran up to bella to say thank you. she proudly carried it back to the car against the loud exclamations of her brothers, insisting she had to buy it. and with a defiant, "i don't hafta!" she giggled and settled in the front seat as they drove off.
that made me unbelievably happy.
i don't know yet, what my decision will be with school. registration is this monday. but i feel surprisingly "ok" right now. i've had a plethora of *tiny instances* in the past 2 days. i'm thinking. and praying.
yours are appreciated too. this helped a nice bit this morning. as did this ~ seeing the 3rd way where you can ....makes me feel not so quite alone. here's hoping you all have a wonderful weekend, filled with all your favorite things. this will be my last work weekend for the summer, at least. i plan on enjoying it.
my favorite moment was when a family with 4 kids pulled up. i'm not sitting on this side of easy street myself, but there was just a feeling i had, that things were hard for them. they quietly looked around and the 3 boys climbed back in the car with dad, while a little imp trailed behind her mother. she headed straight for bella's princess tea set and scooped it up in her arms. her mom shook her head and she gently set it back down and then walked back to the car.
bella had been watching the whole scene and whispered in my ear, "mama, can i give them some cookies?" i told her she'd need to ask permission, so she skipped up to the mother, who hesitated, then nodded. and bella cheerfully distributed cookies to the excited kids in the car. as the mom neared closer to our table, sifting thru clothes, i asked if her little girl had liked the tea set. she shook her head, visibly uncomfortable. "oh noooo. no. its fine. no."
i asked, "are ya sure? cuz she can have it, if you like." she looked almost incredulous and blurted out, "for free? you're giving it to her?".
bella jumped in and said, "yah. i know she'll love it cuz i've got lotsa years outta that puppy."
with my unladylike snort and, lets face it, with that kind of logic literally draped across her feet, the woman almost smiled and rushed to her car. her daughter jumped over the seat and scrambled for the tea set, hugging it to her chest, and ran up to bella to say thank you. she proudly carried it back to the car against the loud exclamations of her brothers, insisting she had to buy it. and with a defiant, "i don't hafta!" she giggled and settled in the front seat as they drove off.
that made me unbelievably happy.
i don't know yet, what my decision will be with school. registration is this monday. but i feel surprisingly "ok" right now. i've had a plethora of *tiny instances* in the past 2 days. i'm thinking. and praying.
yours are appreciated too. this helped a nice bit this morning. as did this ~ seeing the 3rd way where you can ....makes me feel not so quite alone. here's hoping you all have a wonderful weekend, filled with all your favorite things. this will be my last work weekend for the summer, at least. i plan on enjoying it.
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