I awoke this morning thinking to the fun evening that is planned for me and the thirty five or so other women.
Its "Ladies Campout Weekend".
No kids, no husbands and quite possibly, no sleep.
I began to panic thinking about bed time. The three women that I'm shacking up with tonight...do they snore? Oh no, I won't have my box fan/white noise. Getting older, one never knows, especially when away from home, if sleep will come. I seriously try to work it out in my head, I'll just come home late tonight and go back in the morning...
No, I can't do that. It wouldn't be the same. I decide I'm going to stay as planned.
While packing up lunches and stuff for the day ahead, I think to myself, I need some extra help (aka: drugs) to make myself sleep tonight. Hoping for some Tylenol PM or something along those lines, I come across Nyquil liqui-gels. Perfect. I'll take two of those bad boys and hopefully that will do the trick.
Then I got to thinking. How many other women are thinking the same thing? Probably 34 of 'em. I should take some extras. I could then be known as the sleep doctor or the drug dealer.
I got your backs, ladies.
Friday, September 19, 2008
Thursday, September 18, 2008
My Pretend Child
I had little Micah the other day. He IS in fact a real child, just not really my own. I just like to pretend that he is.
The things that child says and does. He kept me laughing all day. I loved when he needed me to help him with something or hold him, he would say, "help you?" "hold you", in his sweet little voice.
Before I took him, I told Denise, "At church, he can run away from me as I try to love on him, but when I get him for the day, there is no escape for him!" We laughed. And Micah loved every minute of my hugs and kisses, he even laughed as I lovingly mauled him. I'm not kidding, he really did.
Enjoy this one minute peek into the 480 minutes that I had him:
(Notice that one of the first things he says, "I'm at Shari's house")
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
Found It!
I have been searching for the artist and also the title of the song that I've heard on the radio, talking about the Glory of God, and FINALLY found it today. Here are the lyrics. After reading them, you can go to his webpage and click on "listen" to this song. (in a search on youtube, I didn't find a very good video)
I Will See Angels by Jeremy Horn
I’ve got a new kind of love inside of me
I’ve got a new kind of hope that let’s me know I’ll see Your face
I’ve got a new kind of promise that’s in You
A promise that is true and will remain
I will see angels ‘round Your throne
I will see all the splendor of
The glory of You, the glory of You
Of You my God
I’ve got a new kind of life, Christ formed in me
I’ve set my eyes on the prize of His glorious face
But greater still I know knowing Him now
Is knowing life eternally
Forgetting all I’ve done and all I’ve gained
My prize will be Your face
Just to hear Your voice say
You have done well, welcome to this place
http://www.sitewrench.com/jeremyhornmusiccom/default.aspx?pid=27
I Will See Angels by Jeremy Horn
I’ve got a new kind of love inside of me
I’ve got a new kind of hope that let’s me know I’ll see Your face
I’ve got a new kind of promise that’s in You
A promise that is true and will remain
I will see angels ‘round Your throne
I will see all the splendor of
The glory of You, the glory of You
Of You my God
I’ve got a new kind of life, Christ formed in me
I’ve set my eyes on the prize of His glorious face
But greater still I know knowing Him now
Is knowing life eternally
Forgetting all I’ve done and all I’ve gained
My prize will be Your face
Just to hear Your voice say
You have done well, welcome to this place
http://www.sitewrench.com/jeremyhornmusiccom/default.aspx?pid=27
Monday, September 15, 2008
Friday, September 12, 2008
Happy Birthday Joshua
Not too long ago we celebrated Joshua's 1st birthday.
Tomorrow we'll celebrate his 19th.
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
His Glory
In the year that King Uzziah died, I saw the Lord seated on a throne, high and exalted, and the train of his robe filled the temple. Above him were seraphs, each with six wings: With two wings they covered their faces, with two they covered their feet, and with two they were flying. And they were calling to one another:
"Holy, holy, holy is the LORD Almighty;
the whole earth is full of his glory."
~Isaiah 6: 1-3
I really want to do a study on the Glory of God. Because, I think, before people can understand the truth of the gospel, they must first see a glimpse of his glory.
And oh, that glimpse is so marvelous!
*****
There is a song on the radio, and I haven't figured out who sings it yet, its "Glory to God". Love it. Talks about the angels worshipping around his throne.
*****
If you want to join in, look up another verse that describes His glory and post it.
"Holy, holy, holy is the LORD Almighty;
the whole earth is full of his glory."
~Isaiah 6: 1-3
I really want to do a study on the Glory of God. Because, I think, before people can understand the truth of the gospel, they must first see a glimpse of his glory.
And oh, that glimpse is so marvelous!
*****
There is a song on the radio, and I haven't figured out who sings it yet, its "Glory to God". Love it. Talks about the angels worshipping around his throne.
*****
If you want to join in, look up another verse that describes His glory and post it.
Tuesday, September 9, 2008
To Have and To Hoard
According to my Oxford American Dictionary Widget, this is the meaning of Hoard:
"...a stock of valued objects, typically one that is secret or carefully guarded."
Today, while stripping beds for the wash, when I lifted Alec's pillow, this is what I found under it:
My son, is a hoarder.
This is not the first time I have found his stash, but it is the first time I've found it in this manner, so neatly assembled and tucked under his pillow.
"...a stock of valued objects, typically one that is secret or carefully guarded."
Today, while stripping beds for the wash, when I lifted Alec's pillow, this is what I found under it:
My son, is a hoarder.
This is not the first time I have found his stash, but it is the first time I've found it in this manner, so neatly assembled and tucked under his pillow.
Quetico Park, Canada
The LORD is my sheperd, I shall not be in want.
He makes me lie down in green pastures,
he leads me beside quiet waters,
he restores my soul.
~Psalms 23: 1-3
Praying that our three men will have a time of great restoring and will be brought back safely to us.
Friday, September 5, 2008
Going Green(ish)
Years ago, my sister began recycling. I looked at this as too much work. While at her house I would forget that she recycled, and would go to throw away my recyclable object when she would remind me of her staunch stance on recycling. I'd have to rinse it out and put it where it belonged -- NOT in the trash. What a pain! I decided that it was not for me. Who has time for that?
Over the past several years I have complained to others about just how much trash our family of six produces. I'm talking a bag of garbage a day or two. And let me tell you, its not the sweet little kitchen size bags. I have used the Hefty TRASH bags for a long, long time now. Think large. Lots of trash. Heavy.
I've pictured our trash, combined with the neighbor's trash, combined with the community's trash, combined with, combined with... WHERE does all this trash go? Years of diapers x 1,000,000,000,000 babies in the U.S. alone. What, yearly?
Guilty as charged. My own four babies produced a lot of diapers plus, as a family of six, a lot of trash in general.
We recently switched to a garbage collection agency that also offers recycling. Maybe they all do, I don't know.
Yesterday, I prepared a large plastic bin for my recyclables. Right now there is a small collection of newspapers and magazines in there, as well as one aluminum can, one milk jug and one granola bar box.
We are going green! Well, as my title suggests, probably not "green" but slightly off color. Its a start.
Last winter John installed some of those lightbulbs that supposedly conserve energy. Are you familiar with them? They take a little while to "warm up", so when you first turn on the lights they are pretty dim. Took some getting used to.
Just a few weeks ago I bought the .99 blue Meijer bags to bring my groceries home. Can I tell you how awesome they are. I was bringing home probably fifteen of those plastic bags home every week. If you haven't purchased the reusable bags yet -- DO IT. Go to the store right now and get some. I'll never go back to plastic or paper for that matter. I'm telling ya, these bags rock. (Thanks for another super tip Kristie).
On tv, there are quite a few "green" shows. I was going through the guide looking for something to watch not too long ago and seen "Emeril Green" and when I switched to that channel I found it was Emeril. You know, the only guy in the world with that name, the very recognizable chef. For a moment I thought, is his last name Green?
Duh.
He's going green. I didn't watch the show, so I have no idea what its actually about. Just thought I'd give you a funny from ONE of my duh moments.
Over the past several years I have complained to others about just how much trash our family of six produces. I'm talking a bag of garbage a day or two. And let me tell you, its not the sweet little kitchen size bags. I have used the Hefty TRASH bags for a long, long time now. Think large. Lots of trash. Heavy.
I've pictured our trash, combined with the neighbor's trash, combined with the community's trash, combined with, combined with... WHERE does all this trash go? Years of diapers x 1,000,000,000,000 babies in the U.S. alone. What, yearly?
Guilty as charged. My own four babies produced a lot of diapers plus, as a family of six, a lot of trash in general.
We recently switched to a garbage collection agency that also offers recycling. Maybe they all do, I don't know.
Yesterday, I prepared a large plastic bin for my recyclables. Right now there is a small collection of newspapers and magazines in there, as well as one aluminum can, one milk jug and one granola bar box.
We are going green! Well, as my title suggests, probably not "green" but slightly off color. Its a start.
Last winter John installed some of those lightbulbs that supposedly conserve energy. Are you familiar with them? They take a little while to "warm up", so when you first turn on the lights they are pretty dim. Took some getting used to.
Just a few weeks ago I bought the .99 blue Meijer bags to bring my groceries home. Can I tell you how awesome they are. I was bringing home probably fifteen of those plastic bags home every week. If you haven't purchased the reusable bags yet -- DO IT. Go to the store right now and get some. I'll never go back to plastic or paper for that matter. I'm telling ya, these bags rock. (Thanks for another super tip Kristie).
On tv, there are quite a few "green" shows. I was going through the guide looking for something to watch not too long ago and seen "Emeril Green" and when I switched to that channel I found it was Emeril. You know, the only guy in the world with that name, the very recognizable chef. For a moment I thought, is his last name Green?
Duh.
He's going green. I didn't watch the show, so I have no idea what its actually about. Just thought I'd give you a funny from ONE of my duh moments.
Thursday, September 4, 2008
Tuesday, September 2, 2008
Day One
12:10 a.m. a voice whispers, "Mom!" "Mom! I can't go to sleep!"
I am not sure which child is saying this. I sit up a little in bed and realize its Rachel. She is pretty much beside herself. She went to bed early, with hopes of getting a good nights sleep in preparation for her first day of high school.
I go into her room and since I am half-awake, I am not much help in instructing her on what to do. After a minute or so, I offer that she can come sleep on the floor next to my bed. Maybe the "change of scenery" will help. She really didn't want to, but out of desperation picked up her bedding and pillow and followed me back into my room.
Within ten minutes her breathing let me know that she had finally fallen asleep. Now I was the one with the problem...going back to sleep after being woken up. Lately, sleep has become hit and miss for me. And all the women said....
6:07 a.m. - my alarm goes off. Yee-haw, the dreaded first day of school is now here. Already. After a few minutes, Rachel's alarm is going off in her room. She gets up to shut it off and then heads for the shower. Matt's alarm is heard a short time later.
Fast forward to 6:40 a.m. and I'm outta bed. Both Matt and Rachel are pretty much ready to go, with the exception of figuring out Rachel's lunch. After packing it together, her and I, we say our goodbyes and the two of them head out the door -- not to the bus -- to the truck! John's truck, because Matt's isn't quite ready yet. This is so strange. My two middle children heading off to school together, without much of my assistance and without the bus. I watch as they go down the driveway. My babies.
Speaking of baby, Alec's instructions to me is to make sure that he is up at 7 a.m. Gotta get that alarm clock working for him. Our goal is to be on time for school this year. Too many tardies last year.
When I walked out of his school after finding his class and meeting his teacher, who is new this year, I left for town to run errands. Just like every first day of school, I am left thinking, "Wow, I can not believe school is here again. Summer went too fast."
Around 2 p.m. I begin to get excited that Matt and Rachel will be coming home soon. To know that they made it home safely and to see how their day went. To know that my little girl survived her first day of school at the big, scarey, full of too many people high school.
2:16 p.m. My cell phone rings. It says "take a call from Matt". Oh. Panic. What is wrong? He should be driving home.
"Mom, I left the inside light on in Dad's truck and the battery is dead!" he says in his own panic.
"What!? Are you kidding me?" I say, half in disbelief, half in relief that everything is okay.
I have to find someone with jumper cables and run to his rescue. Its 189 degrees outside. That will be fun.
And oh what fun it was.
Here is what happened:
Got the jumper cables and went up to school.
Matt, his friend Macken and Rachel were waiting inside the truck with the doors open.
Its hot.
They are hot and frustrated.
Matt is freaked out that his Dad will be mad.
I reassure him that its okay, things like this happen.
It took SEVERAL attempts to get the truck started.
Couldn't keep it running.
We were at the school for about 45 minutes jumping and revving and jumping and revving and pulling the jumper cables on and off and on and off.
Matt's idea was to "jump and run", which is literally, once the truck is running, pull the cables off and me back outta the way QUICKLY so he can run for it.
He made it half way home.
Had to jump it again. And again.
Made it to the light in downtown, just before home.
The truck pooped out on him again.
He is so FRUSTRATED. I'm FRUSTRATED.
We jumped it about FOUR more times.
Keep in mind, he is having to get the truck moving to keep it going.
So we had to time the red/green light and watch out for cars.
Not fun.
It was hot. Did I mention that?
He did eventually make it home.
It was almost 4 p.m. by this time.
Yeah. Good times.
Happy first day of school!
But they were safe. Thank you God.
And Rachel survived just fine. Matt hates school and says its boring. Nothing new for him. Give him a truck to pull apart and put together and he is happy.
His truck should be ready within a week or two.
It was much easier and less stressful long ago when I took Josh, Matt and Rachel to the elementary bus, with little Alec bouncing around in my parked van, waving goodbye.
I am not sure which child is saying this. I sit up a little in bed and realize its Rachel. She is pretty much beside herself. She went to bed early, with hopes of getting a good nights sleep in preparation for her first day of high school.
I go into her room and since I am half-awake, I am not much help in instructing her on what to do. After a minute or so, I offer that she can come sleep on the floor next to my bed. Maybe the "change of scenery" will help. She really didn't want to, but out of desperation picked up her bedding and pillow and followed me back into my room.
Within ten minutes her breathing let me know that she had finally fallen asleep. Now I was the one with the problem...going back to sleep after being woken up. Lately, sleep has become hit and miss for me. And all the women said....
6:07 a.m. - my alarm goes off. Yee-haw, the dreaded first day of school is now here. Already. After a few minutes, Rachel's alarm is going off in her room. She gets up to shut it off and then heads for the shower. Matt's alarm is heard a short time later.
Fast forward to 6:40 a.m. and I'm outta bed. Both Matt and Rachel are pretty much ready to go, with the exception of figuring out Rachel's lunch. After packing it together, her and I, we say our goodbyes and the two of them head out the door -- not to the bus -- to the truck! John's truck, because Matt's isn't quite ready yet. This is so strange. My two middle children heading off to school together, without much of my assistance and without the bus. I watch as they go down the driveway. My babies.
Speaking of baby, Alec's instructions to me is to make sure that he is up at 7 a.m. Gotta get that alarm clock working for him. Our goal is to be on time for school this year. Too many tardies last year.
When I walked out of his school after finding his class and meeting his teacher, who is new this year, I left for town to run errands. Just like every first day of school, I am left thinking, "Wow, I can not believe school is here again. Summer went too fast."
Around 2 p.m. I begin to get excited that Matt and Rachel will be coming home soon. To know that they made it home safely and to see how their day went. To know that my little girl survived her first day of school at the big, scarey, full of too many people high school.
2:16 p.m. My cell phone rings. It says "take a call from Matt". Oh. Panic. What is wrong? He should be driving home.
"Mom, I left the inside light on in Dad's truck and the battery is dead!" he says in his own panic.
"What!? Are you kidding me?" I say, half in disbelief, half in relief that everything is okay.
I have to find someone with jumper cables and run to his rescue. Its 189 degrees outside. That will be fun.
And oh what fun it was.
Here is what happened:
Got the jumper cables and went up to school.
Matt, his friend Macken and Rachel were waiting inside the truck with the doors open.
Its hot.
They are hot and frustrated.
Matt is freaked out that his Dad will be mad.
I reassure him that its okay, things like this happen.
It took SEVERAL attempts to get the truck started.
Couldn't keep it running.
We were at the school for about 45 minutes jumping and revving and jumping and revving and pulling the jumper cables on and off and on and off.
Matt's idea was to "jump and run", which is literally, once the truck is running, pull the cables off and me back outta the way QUICKLY so he can run for it.
He made it half way home.
Had to jump it again. And again.
Made it to the light in downtown, just before home.
The truck pooped out on him again.
He is so FRUSTRATED. I'm FRUSTRATED.
We jumped it about FOUR more times.
Keep in mind, he is having to get the truck moving to keep it going.
So we had to time the red/green light and watch out for cars.
Not fun.
It was hot. Did I mention that?
He did eventually make it home.
It was almost 4 p.m. by this time.
Yeah. Good times.
Happy first day of school!
But they were safe. Thank you God.
And Rachel survived just fine. Matt hates school and says its boring. Nothing new for him. Give him a truck to pull apart and put together and he is happy.
His truck should be ready within a week or two.
It was much easier and less stressful long ago when I took Josh, Matt and Rachel to the elementary bus, with little Alec bouncing around in my parked van, waving goodbye.
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