Keep praying!
I read this story (who knows if it's actually true or just a sweet way to convey a message) about an old, southern man who would always end his prayer with "Lord, prop us up on our leaning side." When asked what he meant by that, he relayed a tale about his barn at home that had stood strong for so many years...through heat, rain, and snow, storms of all kinds. The barn was always strong and served its purpose. One day though, the man noticed that his old barn had a lean to it. The man went and put some supports poles on it's leaning side to keep it up.
We're kind of like that old barn. We face so many 'storms' in this life. Think about your life for a minute, does something come to mind? I don't think we need a list of choices to pick from...I'm pretty sure you know what qualifies as a 'storm' in your own life. Does your 'storm' look different than mine? Sure, after all, it's yours. The point is, we all get to leaning at some point. We can put one foot in front of the other, take care of what needs to be done, be strong because we have to be, but maybe we're struggling (a little or a lot, it doesn't matter, it's still a struggle).
Keep praying. Pray that the Lord would prop you up on your leaning side.
How beautiful is this:
Child of My love, lean hard,
And let Me feel the pressure of your care;
I know your burden, child, I shaped it;
Balanced it in Mine Own hand; made no proportion
In its weight to your unaided strength,
For even as I laid it on, I said,
"I will be near, and while she leans on Me,
This burden will be Mine, not hers;
So I will keep My child within the circling arms
Of My Own love." Here lay it down, nor fear
To impose it on a shoulder that upholds
The government of worlds. Yet closer come:
You are not near enough. I would embrace your care;
So I might feel My child reclining on My breast.
You love Me, I know. So then do not doubt;
But loving Me, lean hard.
Whew! I don't know about you, but I'm gonna keep praying that God would prop me up on my leaning side.
I originally read this in the book Streams in the Desert (updated edition)...love it!!
Friday, February 27, 2015
Sunday, November 16, 2014
Joy is Forever, Sadness is Temporary
The other day, Jay asked me if I had had any "sledgehammer moments"...any moments of feeling suddenly overwhelmed by sadness. I said no, and he gave me a concerned head tilt as if the obvious answer should be 'yes'. I could have tried to explain, but sometimes words cannot get out of my head the way I want them to, so I'll start waving my hands and arms around as if I can magically stir the words into order. Rather than try, I just stayed silent.
The truth is, I cannot be knocked over by sadness because I'm already down. I'm surrounded by the sadness...Trey's book bag still sits in it's after school spot. His shoes are perfectly lined up next to the front door. His jacket is still hanging in the closet. His bed is empty. I can't escape the reminders that my baby is gone and I'm not ready to move his things anyway.
I carry this sadness around like a blanket. I was a mother years before Trey came along and I will continue to be a mother, but for the past 4 years, I was also a caretaker. I knew every appointment, every prescription and dose. I can convert kilograms to pounds in my head. I knew blood pressures and temperatures and beats per minute. I could get every kid to every activity all while carrying my six year old on my hip. I could drive to the hospital with my eyes closed (don't worry, I didn't). I spent more time with Trey's nurses than I did socializing with friends. I find myself now unmoored, floating around, not quite sure what to do with all this "free" time I suddenly have. I definitely have things to do, but I don't feel like doing them...at least not right now
But, and this is important...
Why did God allow Trey to have cancer? Why did he survive so long with it when other kids do not? Why were we chosen to walk this journey? We may never fully know the answers on this side of heaven...and that's okay. It's not our job to know all these things...it would be too much for us to know. So I take comfort in knowing that God is in control and that He is good all the time.
In time, I will put down this blanket of sadness. But, the great news???
But let all who take refuge in you be glad; let them ever sing for joy. Spread your protection over them, that those who love your name may rejoice in you. ~Psalm 5:11
The precepts of the Lord are right, giving joy to the heart. ~Psalm 19:8
You turned my wailing into dancing; you removed my sackcloth and clothed me with joy, ~Psalm 30:11
Restore to me the joy of your salvation and grant me a willing spirit, to sustain me. ~Psalm 51:12
When anxiety was great within me, your consolation brought me joy. ~Psalm 94:19
Those who sow with tears will reap with songs of joy.~Psalm 126:5
The truth is, I cannot be knocked over by sadness because I'm already down. I'm surrounded by the sadness...Trey's book bag still sits in it's after school spot. His shoes are perfectly lined up next to the front door. His jacket is still hanging in the closet. His bed is empty. I can't escape the reminders that my baby is gone and I'm not ready to move his things anyway.
I carry this sadness around like a blanket. I was a mother years before Trey came along and I will continue to be a mother, but for the past 4 years, I was also a caretaker. I knew every appointment, every prescription and dose. I can convert kilograms to pounds in my head. I knew blood pressures and temperatures and beats per minute. I could get every kid to every activity all while carrying my six year old on my hip. I could drive to the hospital with my eyes closed (don't worry, I didn't). I spent more time with Trey's nurses than I did socializing with friends. I find myself now unmoored, floating around, not quite sure what to do with all this "free" time I suddenly have. I definitely have things to do, but I don't feel like doing them...at least not right now
But, and this is important...
If sadness is my burden that I carry, then JOY is my strength.
I can look at all our pictures (which is a lot!!) and be instantly transported to that moment, filled with happiness. There is no sense of sadness. We packed a lot of memories/activities/trips into Trey's 6 years! Joe and Bella amaze me with their strength and resilience! I am filled with mama pride! Jay and I support each other in every way! The love and support from our family and community is palpable...every card or gift or message is a treasure.Why did God allow Trey to have cancer? Why did he survive so long with it when other kids do not? Why were we chosen to walk this journey? We may never fully know the answers on this side of heaven...and that's okay. It's not our job to know all these things...it would be too much for us to know. So I take comfort in knowing that God is in control and that He is good all the time.
In time, I will put down this blanket of sadness. But, the great news???
The JOY will still be here!
It is my JOY to be the mother to 3 amazing children! So, don't worry about me...my sorrow may last for the night, but JOY comes in the morning.But let all who take refuge in you be glad; let them ever sing for joy. Spread your protection over them, that those who love your name may rejoice in you. ~Psalm 5:11
The precepts of the Lord are right, giving joy to the heart. ~Psalm 19:8
You turned my wailing into dancing; you removed my sackcloth and clothed me with joy, ~Psalm 30:11
Restore to me the joy of your salvation and grant me a willing spirit, to sustain me. ~Psalm 51:12
When anxiety was great within me, your consolation brought me joy. ~Psalm 94:19
Those who sow with tears will reap with songs of joy.~Psalm 126:5
Sunday, July 27, 2014
I is for I Still Do!!!
Fifteen years ago, I stood in front of more than 100 friends and family to commit to forever with the love of my life! Fifteen!! How can that be possible? Wasn't it just recently that I was getting shooed out of the mall for loitering? We just went to that Vanilla Ice concert! I still get carded...how can I be closer to 50 than I am to 21??? I can remember our wedding as if it were yesterday...the flowers, the singing, the babies (that are all grown up now!)
Fifteen years in and I still get little butterflies when I watch Jay coach volleyball. I still find comfort in the sound of his car pulling up outside. I look for him in crowded parties and always know when he's close by. I instinctively put my hand in the crook of his arm when we're walking. He has already anticipated my move and his arm is ready. It still feels new to introduce "My husband, Jay." With a look across a room, we can speak volumes.
We absolutely did not know what we were saying 'I do' to fifteen years ago. I did not think I would ever say things like, "No, you can't poop in your brother's pocket!". Or, who knew we were saying 'I do' to a lifetime of home improvements?? Never ending laundry?
Some things we've encountered would have torn apart a weaker bond. But, we have drawn even closer to each other through difficult times, and we're better for it...together. Jay loves to teach couples (and I love to encourage him to teach other couples) how to be stronger together. It's sounds so simple, but yet is so powerful. We meet each others emotional needs. Anyone can learn how to do it, too! It's made us better spouses, better parents, and better friends.
So, after all these years, I still do.
Fifteen years in and I still get little butterflies when I watch Jay coach volleyball. I still find comfort in the sound of his car pulling up outside. I look for him in crowded parties and always know when he's close by. I instinctively put my hand in the crook of his arm when we're walking. He has already anticipated my move and his arm is ready. It still feels new to introduce "My husband, Jay." With a look across a room, we can speak volumes.
We absolutely did not know what we were saying 'I do' to fifteen years ago. I did not think I would ever say things like, "No, you can't poop in your brother's pocket!". Or, who knew we were saying 'I do' to a lifetime of home improvements?? Never ending laundry?
Some things we've encountered would have torn apart a weaker bond. But, we have drawn even closer to each other through difficult times, and we're better for it...together. Jay loves to teach couples (and I love to encourage him to teach other couples) how to be stronger together. It's sounds so simple, but yet is so powerful. We meet each others emotional needs. Anyone can learn how to do it, too! It's made us better spouses, better parents, and better friends.
So, after all these years, I still do.
July 24, 1999
July 4, 2014
Thursday, March 20, 2014
H is for HOLE
To be more precise, H is for the gaping hole in the ceiling of our entryway for the past few years. Years, people!! A few years ago, during a rainy season, Jay and I heard a drip, drip, driiiipppp and discovered that the ceiling was leaking a tremendous amount of water. We had to tear down some seriously damaged chunks of the ceiling to assess the damage inside and let it dry out. Jay fixed the roof...except not really. After we did a poor patch job on the ceiling, it leaked...again!! Jay fixed the roof, again...but, fo reelz this time. But, to be safe, we left the hole there to really let it dry out and make sure it was done leaking.
Here's the funny part of the story...probably 9 out 10 people that came into our home never even saw the hole as they walked in. If we pointed it out, well then, how could you NOT see it...I mean, the insulation, the metal beam, crumbling drywall...gorgeous!!
Over time, the patch-the-ceiling project moved down our list of things to do. After all, I think I was the only one bothered by it and we had more important things to tend to. A few people had volunteered to fix it on their time and dime, but life gets busy and it just didn't happen. We were really close to getting the job done with the last volunteer, but it just couldn't come together. But now I had a vision in my mind of having this job done. So, I decided I would do it myself. My brother-in-law lovingly told me that I couldn't do it myself...not in a condescending, you're a girl, kinda way. But, more like in a realistic, you've never hung dry wall before kinda way. He was right, of course, but telling me I can't do something is pretty much the same as telling me to run and do it immediately.
As with any project that I take on, I become like the pig in the story If You Give a Pig a Pancake...if I'm going to fix the ceiling, then I'm going to want a new light fixture. If I want a new fixture, I'm going to want to move it 2 feet to the left (or right depending on where you're standing). If I'm adding a new fixture, the walls should get a fresh coat of paint. If I paint the walls, I'm going to have to paint the baseboards and doors, too. While I'm painting the closet door, I should fix the latch that prevents it from closing the whole way...and so on....
With the helpful advice of my father-in-law, I finished the project!!! Hip hop hooray!!! I love it so much! It's like breathing new life into our home!!! And I learned a bunch of new skills...using a drywall bit, wiring, using a reciprocating saw!!! I love it all!
This project cost less than $50, by the way. All I had to purchase was a sheet of drywall and 3 8' lengths of molding. I had the light fixture, (and I pat myself on the back for knowing that it would hang lower than the original, Miami Vice looking, brass and beveled glass fixture that had been there and opening the front door would be problematic). I also had the joint compound, water putty, primer and paint. Done and done!! What's going to be my next project???
Over time, the patch-the-ceiling project moved down our list of things to do. After all, I think I was the only one bothered by it and we had more important things to tend to. A few people had volunteered to fix it on their time and dime, but life gets busy and it just didn't happen. We were really close to getting the job done with the last volunteer, but it just couldn't come together. But now I had a vision in my mind of having this job done. So, I decided I would do it myself. My brother-in-law lovingly told me that I couldn't do it myself...not in a condescending, you're a girl, kinda way. But, more like in a realistic, you've never hung dry wall before kinda way. He was right, of course, but telling me I can't do something is pretty much the same as telling me to run and do it immediately.
As with any project that I take on, I become like the pig in the story If You Give a Pig a Pancake...if I'm going to fix the ceiling, then I'm going to want a new light fixture. If I want a new fixture, I'm going to want to move it 2 feet to the left (or right depending on where you're standing). If I'm adding a new fixture, the walls should get a fresh coat of paint. If I paint the walls, I'm going to have to paint the baseboards and doors, too. While I'm painting the closet door, I should fix the latch that prevents it from closing the whole way...and so on....
With the helpful advice of my father-in-law, I finished the project!!! Hip hop hooray!!! I love it so much! It's like breathing new life into our home!!! And I learned a bunch of new skills...using a drywall bit, wiring, using a reciprocating saw!!! I love it all!
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| I added molding to cover the seam of the new dry wall. |
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| See how the closet door is a wee bit open? Made me crazy!!! |
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| I was laying on the floor looking up for this view point. The smaller hole is where the old light fixture hung. |
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| It's so clean...and the closet door shuts!! |
Saturday, March 8, 2014
G is for Gratitude!!!
This past week has been quite a whirlwind in many ways, and the word that keeps coming to mind is GRATITUDE!! We are grateful to those who donated to our Trey's Trip to Disney fund. Grateful to those who shared the link. Grateful to those who read the link and said a quick prayer. It is amazing and humbling to be surrounded by such a supportive community (that spans the globe). I can't adequately put it to words, but it does this momma's heart good to experience the overwhelming good in this world. I thank you and am grateful for you.
Wednesday, October 30, 2013
"F" is for...
Well, "F" could be for a lot of things... Feelings, Faith, Fall, (Kids! Avert your eyes, quick!!) F*&% Cancer. But, for today, I will use this "F" for Flashback.
Take a walk down memory lane with me since it is the season of all things pumpkin...
http://rachelmitlo.blogspot.com/2009/11/how-to-ruin-roasted-pumpkin-seedstwice.html
Take a walk down memory lane with me since it is the season of all things pumpkin...
http://rachelmitlo.blogspot.com/2009/11/how-to-ruin-roasted-pumpkin-seedstwice.html
Wednesday, August 14, 2013
"E" is for....
Exciting news!!! Trey is going to school!!!
Remember this post I wrote last year? We had decided not to send Trey to preschool because we didn't know how the next month was going to pan out, let alone nine months for school. Well, lo and behold, Trey has flourished in the clinical trial he has been in. The medicine he gets weekly (through a medi-port in his chest) is supposed to prevent tumor growth, and so far, it has! Praise God!
All through the last school year, Trey and I would have a free form, casual, organic (i.e. I didn't know what I was doing so the lessons had no structure) homeschool lesson appropriate for his age. We had a calendar time, worksheet time, coloring or activity...or maybe we would bake cookies or go to the library or play outside (totally counts).
Right around the new year, it kinda dawned on me that Trey should be able to write at least his name if not all the letters. I wasn't looking for calligraphy, but this kid couldn't write at all. Yet, he knows every letter and sound, even sight words. Long story short, Trey goes once a week to see a physical and occupational therapist. Turns out, chemo can mess with your muscles...who knew? And all of his abdominal surgeries have made sit ups almost impossible, but he's working hard on that six pack!
Which brings us right up to now. Trey loves going to the kids' school to pick them up or for an event. And, he's become aware that he wants to do that, too. There was no way I was going to send him to full day kindergarten. I'm not ready for that and neither is Trey! So, we met with the preschool director where Joe and Bella attended. We love this preschool, the teachers, etc. They welcomed Trey with open arms for this school year. So, every Monday, Wednesday and Friday, Trey will be at school for 2 1/2 hours!! My baby! He will be the oldest in the class, but I don't care and he won't know.
We know that all this could change in the blink of an eye. Trey still has to have scans every 3 months (the next one is in October) and his cancer could grow at any time. We continue to stand on the edge of a cliff not knowing which way the wind will blow. But! We have TODAY!
We will rejoice TODAY! Trey is the healthiest sick kid around. He is not symptomatic. He is not bed ridden. He's a wild, 5 year old, excited to go to school and carry a big backpack!! If I were to keep Trey here with me (which is so very tempting) and prevent him from having this experience, it would be like telling God that what He has blessed us with is not enough. Trey needs to go out and show the world that God has kept him strong and this Momma needs to let him.
Do you think it would be okay if I just stood in the parking lot the whole time he's there? Just kidding! I'm going to take a nap! Ha! Gotcha again! I have some plans for the time all three kids will be in school...we'll see how that goes.
Remember this post I wrote last year? We had decided not to send Trey to preschool because we didn't know how the next month was going to pan out, let alone nine months for school. Well, lo and behold, Trey has flourished in the clinical trial he has been in. The medicine he gets weekly (through a medi-port in his chest) is supposed to prevent tumor growth, and so far, it has! Praise God!
All through the last school year, Trey and I would have a free form, casual, organic (i.e. I didn't know what I was doing so the lessons had no structure) homeschool lesson appropriate for his age. We had a calendar time, worksheet time, coloring or activity...or maybe we would bake cookies or go to the library or play outside (totally counts).
Right around the new year, it kinda dawned on me that Trey should be able to write at least his name if not all the letters. I wasn't looking for calligraphy, but this kid couldn't write at all. Yet, he knows every letter and sound, even sight words. Long story short, Trey goes once a week to see a physical and occupational therapist. Turns out, chemo can mess with your muscles...who knew? And all of his abdominal surgeries have made sit ups almost impossible, but he's working hard on that six pack!
Which brings us right up to now. Trey loves going to the kids' school to pick them up or for an event. And, he's become aware that he wants to do that, too. There was no way I was going to send him to full day kindergarten. I'm not ready for that and neither is Trey! So, we met with the preschool director where Joe and Bella attended. We love this preschool, the teachers, etc. They welcomed Trey with open arms for this school year. So, every Monday, Wednesday and Friday, Trey will be at school for 2 1/2 hours!! My baby! He will be the oldest in the class, but I don't care and he won't know.
We know that all this could change in the blink of an eye. Trey still has to have scans every 3 months (the next one is in October) and his cancer could grow at any time. We continue to stand on the edge of a cliff not knowing which way the wind will blow. But! We have TODAY!
We will rejoice TODAY! Trey is the healthiest sick kid around. He is not symptomatic. He is not bed ridden. He's a wild, 5 year old, excited to go to school and carry a big backpack!! If I were to keep Trey here with me (which is so very tempting) and prevent him from having this experience, it would be like telling God that what He has blessed us with is not enough. Trey needs to go out and show the world that God has kept him strong and this Momma needs to let him.
Do you think it would be okay if I just stood in the parking lot the whole time he's there? Just kidding! I'm going to take a nap! Ha! Gotcha again! I have some plans for the time all three kids will be in school...we'll see how that goes.
Thursday, August 1, 2013
"D" is for Delighted!
Well, color me tickled...errrr, delighted!! (I'm totally twisting this to fit my alphabet list of blog posts)
My friend, Katy, has included lil' ol' me in her list of nominees for a Liebster award. What the what??? First of all, how Katy finds time to blog, let alone recognize other bloggers is impressive to me. Katy is a full time mom, wife and writer (and knitter, volunteer, friend...not in that particular order). Her blog is honest, raw, vulnerable and funny all at the same time. She'd be a perfect guest blogger for Courtney's Show Your Real series. Katy has some real and is not afraid to show it.
Secondly, what's a Liebster?? Oh, it's a thing, people! A Liebster award is a way to give recognition to other small bloggers (200 or fewer followers).
So, thank you to Katy for the recognition! I wish I blogged more often, but it still feels good to have a friend give ya a pat on the back.
When you’re nominated for a Liebster, here’s what you do:
1. Thank the Liebster Blog presenter who nominated you and link back to their blog.
2. Nominate 11 blogs who you feel deserve to be noticed and leave a comment on their blog letting them know they have been chosen.
3. Answer the 11 questions you were asked and create 11 questions for your nominees.
4. Display the Liebster Award logo.
5. No tag backs, meaning you can’t just re-nominate the person who nominated you.
Here are the 11 questions I was given:
1. What sort of milk do you prefer to drink? Ummmm, I do not drink any milk ever...not cow, coconut or almond kinds. If I had to, I would pick 2% for cereal purposes only...or baking. You use milk for baking, right?
2. Do you prefer baths or showers and why? Showers, absolutely! I hate baths! I feel like I'm sitting in a pool of my own filth in a tub. Or worse, someone else's filth. Plus, I'd have to stand up, turn the shower on to wash my hair...I'm too lazy for all that.
3. What percentage cocoa do you prefer your chocolate to contain? Ummm, I had to read this a few times to understand it. Never have I ever paid a lick of attention to percentage of chocolate. So, my answer is, however much is in a Caramello Bar.
4. What is your about-to-begin-the-workday ritual? Since my job is a full time Momma and every day is different, coffee is really my only ritual. Oh yeah, and feeding children, getting them dressed etc. If we have to be somewhere, I'll use the time they are eating to get myself put together.
5. Describe your perfect lunch meal. The perfect lunch is one that someone else has prepared.
6. What are your thoughts on flavored dental floss? I'm not against flavored floss (I heart cinnamon), but someone that I live with, possibly married to, has very specific requirements for his floss.Jay...Mr. Mitlo...rats! That guy I'm married to cannot have any type that shreds or conflicts with other flavors or makes a noise. Since he's the more dedicated flosser, he gets to pick the brand.
7. What is the most important thing about a dwelling? (Bonus: does your dwelling succeed at this thing?) The most important thing about a dwelling to me is that it feels safe. Not so much from a security stand point, though that's important, but I mean that someone could come into our home and feel free to be comfortable, share thoughts and feelings, feel like they have been cared for. Our children sleep in peace, without fear, talk openly with us, and we always look forward to coming home after having been gone. So, yes, I think our house succeeds in this.
8. Do you really untie your shoes before you remove them? Every time? Never.
9. What is your goal in blogging? I think my goal for blogging now is to get memories/thoughts/stories/snippets of time out of my head and somewhere permanent. At one time, I would have said my goal was to inspire and challenge (and maybe impress), but then real life came down hard and I can't seem to find the right words ever to encompass all that. So, I'm fine with sharing anecdotes.
10. What part(s) of your current life is/are the way you imagined when you were in middle school? Exactly zero parts. I was a bad kid, a bully really, and couldn't see past to the end of a day, let alone years ahead. My days were consumed with trying to figure out how to be a bad ass. (Hint: If you have to think about it, you're not) I guess if I look back and think real hard I maybe wanted to live in a big city and be a news anchor. Instead, I've lived in exactly 2 houses, both planted squarely in suburbs, and am a SAHM. It's a close call, really.
11. What would you say to your young self if you encountered her on her first day of college? I would say, "Hang in there, kid. Things are going to unfold in ways that you can't imagine. Quit trying to control everything, for cryin' in a bucket! Remember, "'For I know the plans I have for you,' declares the Lord, 'plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.'" (Jeremiah 29:11)"
So, now for my nominees. This was interesting to me because I realized how few blogs I read regularly. Katy's being one of them and I can't tag her back! Almost all the blogs that I follow are written by real life friends. Some of them may have more than 200 followers. After all, some of them may have been featured in a major magazine! Please take no offense to my nomination...just have fun with it!
1.Bowdenisms
2. She's a Crafty Pumpkin
3. agentorange
4. Happy and Co.
5. Just a Glimpse...
That's my list...I can add to it once other bloggers get blogging and update their blogs. Blog.
My 11 questions for my nominees are:
1. In what type of car did you take your drivers test? (and, did you pass the first time?)
2. Where would like to spend your retirement years? Hometown? Exotic location?
3. What's your favorite vacation memory?
4. Who was your favorite teacher (any level of education)?
5. What's your least favorite household chore and why?
6. If you could go back to high school, would you do things the same or vastly different?
7. What sports did you play?
8. What's your beverage of choice? Pop, tea, coffee?
9. Music or talk radio?
10. How many shows are saved on your DVR right now? (or Netflix queue or whatever space age contraption you use)
11. What's one movie that you have to stop and watch if you see it while scrolling through?
My friend, Katy, has included lil' ol' me in her list of nominees for a Liebster award. What the what??? First of all, how Katy finds time to blog, let alone recognize other bloggers is impressive to me. Katy is a full time mom, wife and writer (and knitter, volunteer, friend...not in that particular order). Her blog is honest, raw, vulnerable and funny all at the same time. She'd be a perfect guest blogger for Courtney's Show Your Real series. Katy has some real and is not afraid to show it.
Secondly, what's a Liebster?? Oh, it's a thing, people! A Liebster award is a way to give recognition to other small bloggers (200 or fewer followers).
So, thank you to Katy for the recognition! I wish I blogged more often, but it still feels good to have a friend give ya a pat on the back.
1. Thank the Liebster Blog presenter who nominated you and link back to their blog.
2. Nominate 11 blogs who you feel deserve to be noticed and leave a comment on their blog letting them know they have been chosen.
3. Answer the 11 questions you were asked and create 11 questions for your nominees.
4. Display the Liebster Award logo.
5. No tag backs, meaning you can’t just re-nominate the person who nominated you.
Here are the 11 questions I was given:
1. What sort of milk do you prefer to drink? Ummmm, I do not drink any milk ever...not cow, coconut or almond kinds. If I had to, I would pick 2% for cereal purposes only...or baking. You use milk for baking, right?
2. Do you prefer baths or showers and why? Showers, absolutely! I hate baths! I feel like I'm sitting in a pool of my own filth in a tub. Or worse, someone else's filth. Plus, I'd have to stand up, turn the shower on to wash my hair...I'm too lazy for all that.
3. What percentage cocoa do you prefer your chocolate to contain? Ummm, I had to read this a few times to understand it. Never have I ever paid a lick of attention to percentage of chocolate. So, my answer is, however much is in a Caramello Bar.
4. What is your about-to-begin-the-workday ritual? Since my job is a full time Momma and every day is different, coffee is really my only ritual. Oh yeah, and feeding children, getting them dressed etc. If we have to be somewhere, I'll use the time they are eating to get myself put together.
5. Describe your perfect lunch meal. The perfect lunch is one that someone else has prepared.
6. What are your thoughts on flavored dental floss? I'm not against flavored floss (I heart cinnamon), but someone that I live with, possibly married to, has very specific requirements for his floss.
7. What is the most important thing about a dwelling? (Bonus: does your dwelling succeed at this thing?) The most important thing about a dwelling to me is that it feels safe. Not so much from a security stand point, though that's important, but I mean that someone could come into our home and feel free to be comfortable, share thoughts and feelings, feel like they have been cared for. Our children sleep in peace, without fear, talk openly with us, and we always look forward to coming home after having been gone. So, yes, I think our house succeeds in this.
8. Do you really untie your shoes before you remove them? Every time? Never.
9. What is your goal in blogging? I think my goal for blogging now is to get memories/thoughts/stories/snippets of time out of my head and somewhere permanent. At one time, I would have said my goal was to inspire and challenge (and maybe impress), but then real life came down hard and I can't seem to find the right words ever to encompass all that. So, I'm fine with sharing anecdotes.
10. What part(s) of your current life is/are the way you imagined when you were in middle school? Exactly zero parts. I was a bad kid, a bully really, and couldn't see past to the end of a day, let alone years ahead. My days were consumed with trying to figure out how to be a bad ass. (Hint: If you have to think about it, you're not) I guess if I look back and think real hard I maybe wanted to live in a big city and be a news anchor. Instead, I've lived in exactly 2 houses, both planted squarely in suburbs, and am a SAHM. It's a close call, really.
11. What would you say to your young self if you encountered her on her first day of college? I would say, "Hang in there, kid. Things are going to unfold in ways that you can't imagine. Quit trying to control everything, for cryin' in a bucket! Remember, "'For I know the plans I have for you,' declares the Lord, 'plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.'" (Jeremiah 29:11)"
So, now for my nominees. This was interesting to me because I realized how few blogs I read regularly. Katy's being one of them and I can't tag her back! Almost all the blogs that I follow are written by real life friends. Some of them may have more than 200 followers. After all, some of them may have been featured in a major magazine! Please take no offense to my nomination...just have fun with it!
1.Bowdenisms
2. She's a Crafty Pumpkin
3. agentorange
4. Happy and Co.
5. Just a Glimpse...
That's my list...I can add to it once other bloggers get blogging and update their blogs. Blog.
My 11 questions for my nominees are:
1. In what type of car did you take your drivers test? (and, did you pass the first time?)
2. Where would like to spend your retirement years? Hometown? Exotic location?
3. What's your favorite vacation memory?
4. Who was your favorite teacher (any level of education)?
5. What's your least favorite household chore and why?
6. If you could go back to high school, would you do things the same or vastly different?
7. What sports did you play?
8. What's your beverage of choice? Pop, tea, coffee?
9. Music or talk radio?
10. How many shows are saved on your DVR right now? (or Netflix queue or whatever space age contraption you use)
11. What's one movie that you have to stop and watch if you see it while scrolling through?
Sunday, July 7, 2013
"C" is for....
C is for cleaning, cabinet, change and celebration!
The kids recently finished a week of Vacation Bible School at our church (Hey! There's a "c"). Did you ever go to VBS as a kid? Did you like it? I never, ever went...didn't even really know it existed. But, that's beside the point. While the kids were singing, playing and praying their hearts out, I had 3 hours of kid-free time for 5 days! This is THE only time of year that this happens. So, of course, I took a long nap, painted my nails, watched any (non animated) movie made in the last 5 years...oh, wait! No, I didn't do any of those things!
Are you ready? I cleaned our windows! Maybe you're thinking to yourself that that doesn't sound like such a big deal. Who cares? I wash my windows 3 times a week! To which I would reply, blah, blah, blah, pffffffttttt. My nephews were doing some odd jobs around the outside of our house, so the ladders were out, the sun was shining and, believe me, the windows needed it. We've lived here for almost 15 years and I've cleaned the outside of the windows exactly zero times. How's that for "showing your real"??? My 17 year old nephew had to show me how to take the screens out. What?!?! In my own weak, barely reasonable, defense, the screens were supposed to be able to be taken out from inside the house. But, whoever put them in, did it from the outside. Our neighbors pay a measly $25 to have their windows professionally cleaned, so we could have gone that route...but, we just never did. But, from now on, since I put the screens back in correctly, those windows will be sparkling clean year 'round. How often do you clean your windows? Or do you have a service? Or do you just like to think that it's always slightly cloudy?
I, also, used that precious VBS time to paint another cabinet for the dining room.
Somehow, between all the painting and cleaning, Trey ended up making some big changes. Maybe only big to this Mommy, but still...We switched Trey from a toddler bed to a twin sized bed (he went from looking like a giant to looking like a peanut), and put away all the baby gates. And, Trey upgraded from a 5 point harness car seat to a big kid booster seat! Lots of changes!!
We also sneaked in a few celebrations! Somebody (okay, me) had a birthday, there was the 4th of July, and we had a picnic here to celebrate over 20 years of friendship!!
What should I do for the letter "D"???
The kids recently finished a week of Vacation Bible School at our church (Hey! There's a "c"). Did you ever go to VBS as a kid? Did you like it? I never, ever went...didn't even really know it existed. But, that's beside the point. While the kids were singing, playing and praying their hearts out, I had 3 hours of kid-free time for 5 days! This is THE only time of year that this happens. So, of course, I took a long nap, painted my nails, watched any (non animated) movie made in the last 5 years...oh, wait! No, I didn't do any of those things!
Are you ready? I cleaned our windows! Maybe you're thinking to yourself that that doesn't sound like such a big deal. Who cares? I wash my windows 3 times a week! To which I would reply, blah, blah, blah, pffffffttttt. My nephews were doing some odd jobs around the outside of our house, so the ladders were out, the sun was shining and, believe me, the windows needed it. We've lived here for almost 15 years and I've cleaned the outside of the windows exactly zero times. How's that for "showing your real"??? My 17 year old nephew had to show me how to take the screens out. What?!?! In my own weak, barely reasonable, defense, the screens were supposed to be able to be taken out from inside the house. But, whoever put them in, did it from the outside. Our neighbors pay a measly $25 to have their windows professionally cleaned, so we could have gone that route...but, we just never did. But, from now on, since I put the screens back in correctly, those windows will be sparkling clean year 'round. How often do you clean your windows? Or do you have a service? Or do you just like to think that it's always slightly cloudy?
I, also, used that precious VBS time to paint another cabinet for the dining room.
We also sneaked in a few celebrations! Somebody (okay, me) had a birthday, there was the 4th of July, and we had a picnic here to celebrate over 20 years of friendship!!
What should I do for the letter "D"???
Wednesday, June 5, 2013
B is for Bella!!!
I suppose I could have waited for the letter "I" to write about Isabella, but she just finished her first dance recital and I couldn't wait that long! I'll just have to blog about ice or igloos or itchy iguanas...
Bella has been taking a hip hop class every week since September and they started practicing their recital routine in earnest in January. Bella's dance history is not very long...a few summer classes, but that's it. She has been so excited for this recital since day one! Every detail made her happy..the practice, the costume, the rehearsal, everything! She definitely takes after her father when it comes to dance. All I can do is embarrass those standing around me with my "humpty leg" and "running man". If you're lucky enough to have been friends with me for the last 20 plus years, you've seen my own creation "the big rig". It's a classic.
Bella has already told me that (in addition to taking up the cello) she will be taking ballet, hip hop, tap and jazz. Ummmm, baby guuurl better get J.O.B. Those costumes are no joke. Though, I love her enthusiasm and excitement for dance. I never got to take any kind of class as a kid, so it feels good to be able to give that to Bella and watch her grow in it.
During the rehearsal and two performances, the audience cheered during the routine and Bella's face absolutely lit up. She loved the attention and it energized her.
Here's some pics I snapped...
I took over 350 pictures, so this truly is a small sampling! Now, is there a way we can make the recitals LESS than 3 1/2 hours long? Please?
Bella has been taking a hip hop class every week since September and they started practicing their recital routine in earnest in January. Bella's dance history is not very long...a few summer classes, but that's it. She has been so excited for this recital since day one! Every detail made her happy..the practice, the costume, the rehearsal, everything! She definitely takes after her father when it comes to dance. All I can do is embarrass those standing around me with my "humpty leg" and "running man". If you're lucky enough to have been friends with me for the last 20 plus years, you've seen my own creation "the big rig". It's a classic.
Bella has already told me that (in addition to taking up the cello) she will be taking ballet, hip hop, tap and jazz. Ummmm, baby guuurl better get J.O.B. Those costumes are no joke. Though, I love her enthusiasm and excitement for dance. I never got to take any kind of class as a kid, so it feels good to be able to give that to Bella and watch her grow in it.
During the rehearsal and two performances, the audience cheered during the routine and Bella's face absolutely lit up. She loved the attention and it energized her.
Here's some pics I snapped...
Thursday, May 30, 2013
Art!!
I felt a bit of blogging inspiration after reading another blog that is going through the ABC's. Cute, right? Start with A and work my way right on through...no time frame and I can think of whatever topic I want for each letter. I might be able to handle that. Maybe. At first, I got all hung up an the letter A. I can't take the pressure! Not a great start. But then I landed on "art".
What kind of art do you have hanging in your home? What's your style? Abstract? Modern? Photography? Kid art? In my mind, I love all hand made art pieces created by Pinterest ideas. In reality, though, I lean waaaaaayyyy towards traditionally framed art or things that I think are significant (maybe only to me, but still)
Since painting the dining room, I've had a heck of a time filling the empty wall space. Since my budget is somewhere between $0 - $10, I felt stuck. I've pinned a few ideas, but then chicken out when it comes to actually making something for fear that it would turn out badly. But, I pinned one idea that I thought would be perfect if the kids made it! Genius! That way, I'll get what I want and if it's not perfect, who's gonna say?? It's way more abstract than I would ever, ever pick...like Jackson Pollock kinda abstract. But, I love it, too!
Here's some pics of my more traditional pieces...
The paintings above hang over the sofa and the fireplace...the same place for15years. And, I'm pretty sure for the next 15 years,too. It takes a lot for me to change...
This piece hangs in our bedroom...for the past 15 years. Did I mention that I used to work for an art shop before getting married? I stocked up on framed art, my friends.
Each kid got a canvas and a variety of cups filled with food colored bubble liquid. They had at it and there's the results. I love that each kid has one, they are each different and special. I think they'll be hanging there for more than 15 years!
What kind of art do you have hanging in your home? What's your style? Abstract? Modern? Photography? Kid art? In my mind, I love all hand made art pieces created by Pinterest ideas. In reality, though, I lean waaaaaayyyy towards traditionally framed art or things that I think are significant (maybe only to me, but still)
Since painting the dining room, I've had a heck of a time filling the empty wall space. Since my budget is somewhere between $0 - $10, I felt stuck. I've pinned a few ideas, but then chicken out when it comes to actually making something for fear that it would turn out badly. But, I pinned one idea that I thought would be perfect if the kids made it! Genius! That way, I'll get what I want and if it's not perfect, who's gonna say?? It's way more abstract than I would ever, ever pick...like Jackson Pollock kinda abstract. But, I love it, too!
Here's some pics of my more traditional pieces...
Thursday, April 25, 2013
New Territory
Have you ever come across the blog, People I Want to Punch in the Throat? That Jen is a card, I tell ya. I will also warn you that if you're easily offended by 'swears' (as my kids call them), coarse humor, or painful truths, don't click on the link.
This post has nothing to do with her blog. But I have found myself, recently, wanting to punch people in the throat. To keep repeating the phrase over and over, I thought deserved at least a shout out to her dedication to throat punching.
As our children (ages 10, 8, and 4 11/12) get older, I continually find myself in new parenting territory. Whatever I think I know about parenting gets pushed aside to make room for new realizations. My most recent realization is that kids are jerks. Ugh! Okay, fine! Not all kids. Certainly not your kids...never my kids. Ha! But, seriously! This school year has had me mentally throat punching people left and right. (Do I have to add that I would never actually punch a kid? Fine. I hereby declare that this post is satirical and should not be taken as a threat in any form.) Since Christmas, one kid in particular has taught Joe the "F" word. Joe didn't understand him the first time, so I got to tell him that FURK is not the mother of all swear words. Take that, kid! Except that he spoke more clearly the next day. He's taught Joe to look up words like vagina in the dictionary. (Joe already kinda knew this word, he just didn't know you were supposed to giggle when you said it.) And, I can't even fully explain what he taught Joe to make 2 Lego horses do to each other. So, this new territory...how much do we let 'boys be boys'? We can't exactly forbid Joe from talking to this kid...they're in school together. And as much as I hate it, Joe has to be out of my eyesight for those educating hours. And, if it wasn't this kid, it would be another. How long will it last that Joe openly tells me (or uses props to show me) what he's 'learned'? We continually tell Joe that we want the other kids to be like him. Not for him to be like the other kids while I'm mentally punching people in the throat.
Bella (the 8 year old going on 17) is taking her first real hip hop class at a local dance studio. The class is once a week for half an hour. The other girls in her class take other types of dance, too, and seem to have been taking classes together for years. Bella loves, loves, loves the class, the teacher, and the other girls. My sweet princess girl is oblivious that the other girls are shunning her. They turn their backs to her when she walks up to them or just walk away. The other night, she asked a girl what game she was playing on her phone. The girl could have dislocated something with how hard she rolled her eyes and said with a sneer "You've never heard of Minecraft???" Bella, thinking the girl was interested in her gaming history, said "No. How do you play?" The girl ignored her as another girl plopped down on her other side and started chatting. At that point, I called Bella over to me to hug her before class started. While Bella was in class, I watched a gaggle of other girls (not so) subtly mock a girl who was not part of their group. People were getting mentally throat punched all over the place. How do I make sure Bella preserves her innocence? How do I tell her she doesn't need to be friends with these girls without hurting her feelings? I did tell her that I thought the one girl wasn't very nice, to which, Bella defended her.
I fear that this new territory includes letting them step further away from us and navigate social situations themselves. It's painful to watch. Good thing we know that God is bigger than whatever a bunch of kids can throw at them. Is it okay, though, if I keep punching people in throat...mentally, of course.
This post has nothing to do with her blog. But I have found myself, recently, wanting to punch people in the throat. To keep repeating the phrase over and over, I thought deserved at least a shout out to her dedication to throat punching.
As our children (ages 10, 8, and 4 11/12) get older, I continually find myself in new parenting territory. Whatever I think I know about parenting gets pushed aside to make room for new realizations. My most recent realization is that kids are jerks. Ugh! Okay, fine! Not all kids. Certainly not your kids...never my kids. Ha! But, seriously! This school year has had me mentally throat punching people left and right. (Do I have to add that I would never actually punch a kid? Fine. I hereby declare that this post is satirical and should not be taken as a threat in any form.) Since Christmas, one kid in particular has taught Joe the "F" word. Joe didn't understand him the first time, so I got to tell him that FURK is not the mother of all swear words. Take that, kid! Except that he spoke more clearly the next day. He's taught Joe to look up words like vagina in the dictionary. (Joe already kinda knew this word, he just didn't know you were supposed to giggle when you said it.) And, I can't even fully explain what he taught Joe to make 2 Lego horses do to each other. So, this new territory...how much do we let 'boys be boys'? We can't exactly forbid Joe from talking to this kid...they're in school together. And as much as I hate it, Joe has to be out of my eyesight for those educating hours. And, if it wasn't this kid, it would be another. How long will it last that Joe openly tells me (or uses props to show me) what he's 'learned'? We continually tell Joe that we want the other kids to be like him. Not for him to be like the other kids while I'm mentally punching people in the throat.
Bella (the 8 year old going on 17) is taking her first real hip hop class at a local dance studio. The class is once a week for half an hour. The other girls in her class take other types of dance, too, and seem to have been taking classes together for years. Bella loves, loves, loves the class, the teacher, and the other girls. My sweet princess girl is oblivious that the other girls are shunning her. They turn their backs to her when she walks up to them or just walk away. The other night, she asked a girl what game she was playing on her phone. The girl could have dislocated something with how hard she rolled her eyes and said with a sneer "You've never heard of Minecraft???" Bella, thinking the girl was interested in her gaming history, said "No. How do you play?" The girl ignored her as another girl plopped down on her other side and started chatting. At that point, I called Bella over to me to hug her before class started. While Bella was in class, I watched a gaggle of other girls (not so) subtly mock a girl who was not part of their group. People were getting mentally throat punched all over the place. How do I make sure Bella preserves her innocence? How do I tell her she doesn't need to be friends with these girls without hurting her feelings? I did tell her that I thought the one girl wasn't very nice, to which, Bella defended her.
I fear that this new territory includes letting them step further away from us and navigate social situations themselves. It's painful to watch. Good thing we know that God is bigger than whatever a bunch of kids can throw at them. Is it okay, though, if I keep punching people in throat...mentally, of course.
Monday, April 1, 2013
Overly Detailed Before & After
Christina, over at She's a Crafty Pumpkin, is constantly annoyed at me for not giving more detailed descriptions when I make or redo something. So, this post is mainly for her.
My brand spankin' new dining room needed a pop of color, so I took this...
Annnnnddddd, here's how that happened in great detail. To be honest, this 'dresser in the dining room' idea was my 'B' plan. Plan A looked much different in my head. But after several searches failed to meet my vision, including my beloved antique store, I had to come to grips that unless I was going to spend a ton of money it just wasn't going to become a reality. I'm for sure keeping Plan A in the back of my head and will ditch this dresser in a hot minute (or maybe just move it to another room), but for now, I love love love the color and the functionality.
After Bella's dance class on a Wednesday evening, we scooted on over to the local Goodwill Store. I'm gonna pop some tags...got twenty dollars in my pocket. This gem of a dresser was just sitting there waiting for us for the bargain price of $14.99. After convincing Bella to stop rubbing her face on the seat of an old couch or trying to get me to buy snow boots, we folded down the van seats and zipped on home.
While the kids did their homework on Thursday and Trey was otherwise occupied, I pried off that weird dental molding strip, all the hardware (which I broke in the process), and the top edge added on piece thing.
On Friday, I moved this project down to the basement so I could sand it. This is an important step even though I'm tempted to skip it every time. But, with this old kind of veneered shiny wood, if you skip sanding, the new paint will peel right off...kinda like when you were a kid (or last week) and would cover the palm of your hand with glue, wait for it to dry then peel it off. Fun when it's glue, sad when it's paint that you had to actually buy.
I employed the toughest sanders I live with and let them have at it. We used a heavy grit (50 & 80) to really give the finish some teeth.
After sanding, (don't forget to wipe off the dust!) I used my new favorite water putty to fill in flaws and a weird seam. While Jay played with the kids, I went to Home Depot to get the paint. When I found the color I wanted, the woman helping me suggested that I get the SAMPLE SIZE. This size only comes in a flat or egg shell finish (I chose egg shell), but is enough to do 2 coats on a piece like this. The sample size cost $3.15!!!
On Saturday, while Trey napped and the kids were playing, I sanded the dried water putty and put on a coat of primer (which I already had in the paint closet). Again, I love to skip steps for expediency's sake, but...I hate going back to fix things more. The primer guaranteed that the old, ugly black freckles on the wood wouldn't peek through.
After the kids went to bed, I did the first coat of paint. During Sunday's nap time, I did the second coat. My next problem was the hardware. I had broke every handle taking them off the dresser, plus they were dated....
On Monday, I went to The Construction Junction and found the perfect hardware for a total of $5.89. *Construction Junction accepts donated household goods and sells them for practically nothing! However, the hardware was a shiny brass, which was not what I wanted. A can of black spray paint would solve that problem.
I attached the new (old) hardware to a piece of cardboard and waited for the kids to go to bed. I have to say, spray painting is an art. An art that I am not proficient in...even less proficient at night...outside...in the dark...in 30* weather. Somehow, I always miss spots and get a little high every time. It's not my best work, but got the job done!
So, for a total of $25.00, I got my nice pop of color!
Whew! If you read this whole thing, God bless ya!
My brand spankin' new dining room needed a pop of color, so I took this...
To this...
After Bella's dance class on a Wednesday evening, we scooted on over to the local Goodwill Store. I'm gonna pop some tags...got twenty dollars in my pocket. This gem of a dresser was just sitting there waiting for us for the bargain price of $14.99. After convincing Bella to stop rubbing her face on the seat of an old couch or trying to get me to buy snow boots, we folded down the van seats and zipped on home.
While the kids did their homework on Thursday and Trey was otherwise occupied, I pried off that weird dental molding strip, all the hardware (which I broke in the process), and the top edge added on piece thing.
On Saturday, while Trey napped and the kids were playing, I sanded the dried water putty and put on a coat of primer (which I already had in the paint closet). Again, I love to skip steps for expediency's sake, but...I hate going back to fix things more. The primer guaranteed that the old, ugly black freckles on the wood wouldn't peek through.
After the kids went to bed, I did the first coat of paint. During Sunday's nap time, I did the second coat. My next problem was the hardware. I had broke every handle taking them off the dresser, plus they were dated....
On Monday, I went to The Construction Junction and found the perfect hardware for a total of $5.89. *Construction Junction accepts donated household goods and sells them for practically nothing! However, the hardware was a shiny brass, which was not what I wanted. A can of black spray paint would solve that problem.
So, for a total of $25.00, I got my nice pop of color!
Whew! If you read this whole thing, God bless ya!
Monday, March 18, 2013
What I made!!!
I didn't take any 'before' pictures. I know!!! For shame!! But, to be honest, one day after dinner, Jay ripped a piece of chair rail off the wall to see what would happen and so the project began. And by began, I mean that the glue from the chair rail ripped off chunks of plaster leaving a strip of disaster in its wake on our very unevenly textured walls. Uh-oh. Once I fixed that problem with a bucket of joint compound, children's paint brushes, and an electric sander, it was on to the painting. Of course I wanted to paint horizontal stripes on an uneven wall. Our house has to be the most crooked house ever...if you ever drop a blueberry or bouncy ball, I know just where to look! (under the china cabinet!) The stripes turned out beautifully! BUT!!! The most exciting part of the project was my window boxes/valances/cornices...whatever you call them, these were my 'piece de resistance'!!!
You guys! Pretty much everyone thought I was crazy to tackle this project by myself without any real woodworking experience. I promise you, the guy at Home Depot tried mightily to talk me out of this project with a smile and condescending tone. He may have even given me a grandfatherly wink at one point. Since I don't take kindly to be being told that I cannot do something, I went ahead and bought all the wood and trim and headed home.
I have a whole 'nother blog post about how great my father-in-law is. He's a great resource of tools and fix-it wisdom. He came over and helped me measure correctly (as to hit the studs when hanging the box) and miter the corners at the correct angle. Plus, he bought me a whole container of water putty, which is my new favorite putty!!
Again, I didn't take pictures of the process because I had set my expectations pretty low. I knew I could do the project, I just doubted how well they would turn out. I didn't want any evidence of wasted time, wood and money (I feel like there's a joke in there somewhere). However!!! They turned out way better than I expected!
Since we were hosting a huge birthday bash this past weekend, I didn't have any time to hang stuff on the walls, but here are some pics....
My helpers!! They really did a good job!
I love these so much sometimes I just stand in the dining room and look at them.
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