Thursday, March 12, 2009
A New Person in My Life
I have a new person in my life. Well, actually she has been around since mid-October. She is with me whenever I am out and about on errands or traveling. Most times we are not engaged with each other, but on occasion she is nice to have around.
Unfortunately she is sometimes a bit slow. On a trip to the T-town area last month my husband and I found ourselves a bit exasperated with her for her lack of ability to think on her feet quickly.
And sometimes she is just plain confused and repeats the same phrase over and over. We had a verbal confrontation recently as she was helping me with a Mobile Meals route. Luckily she and I were the only two in the vehicle - otherwise people might begin to wonder about my sanity.
My husband and I have tried to come up with an appropriate name for her. (Notice I said appropriate. . .she had been called several things!) I suggested Miss Moneypenney recently. He insisted she would have to call him James. I don't really think that will work. The conversation went downhill from there as he suggested several other Bond names. Somehow I can't see myself addressing her as any of them, especially with teenage boys in the vehicle.
So for now she is My Girl - just a voice amongst My People.
simple faith
I have a new person in my life. Well, actually she has been around since mid-October. She is with me whenever I am out and about on errands or traveling. Most times we are not engaged with each other, but on occasion she is nice to have around.
Unfortunately she is sometimes a bit slow. On a trip to the T-town area last month my husband and I found ourselves a bit exasperated with her for her lack of ability to think on her feet quickly.
And sometimes she is just plain confused and repeats the same phrase over and over. We had a verbal confrontation recently as she was helping me with a Mobile Meals route. Luckily she and I were the only two in the vehicle - otherwise people might begin to wonder about my sanity.
My husband and I have tried to come up with an appropriate name for her. (Notice I said appropriate. . .she had been called several things!) I suggested Miss Moneypenney recently. He insisted she would have to call him James. I don't really think that will work. The conversation went downhill from there as he suggested several other Bond names. Somehow I can't see myself addressing her as any of them, especially with teenage boys in the vehicle.
So for now she is My Girl - just a voice amongst My People.
simple faith
Thursday, January 08, 2009
Just a Question
I hit the "reply" button but thought to myself, "I don't have time for this." Cancel - and then off to the next thing on my list. But while the morning continues I realize that did not reply because of a lack of time. No, I did not reply because I honestly did not have an answer.
The question: when do they grow out of this stage?
The discussion is based on my theory that teenage boy brains do not work properly. It is with a friend whose male child has made what seems to be an insane series of choices in the adult mind. But trust me, in his teenage boy brain it all made perfect sense.
The situation was very "no harm, no foul" in the end. But one that leaves parents shaking their heads and thinking to themselves "What was he thinking?"
So back to the question. When do they grow out of this stage?
I wish I could say at 18 or at 20 or at any given age. But reality is that there is no magic number. Each child is born completely unique having their own strenths and weaknesses and their own journey to maturity.
Some days I experience the joy of seeing my boys do things that impress and encourage me about their journey to maturity. And other days my husband and I just look at each other with complete dismay. And, as with most things, we try to find the humor in the situation. . .sometimes that takes some time and some work!
Just choosing to recognize that they truly are fearfully and wonderfully made.
simple faith
I hit the "reply" button but thought to myself, "I don't have time for this." Cancel - and then off to the next thing on my list. But while the morning continues I realize that did not reply because of a lack of time. No, I did not reply because I honestly did not have an answer.
The question: when do they grow out of this stage?
The discussion is based on my theory that teenage boy brains do not work properly. It is with a friend whose male child has made what seems to be an insane series of choices in the adult mind. But trust me, in his teenage boy brain it all made perfect sense.
The situation was very "no harm, no foul" in the end. But one that leaves parents shaking their heads and thinking to themselves "What was he thinking?"
So back to the question. When do they grow out of this stage?
I wish I could say at 18 or at 20 or at any given age. But reality is that there is no magic number. Each child is born completely unique having their own strenths and weaknesses and their own journey to maturity.
Some days I experience the joy of seeing my boys do things that impress and encourage me about their journey to maturity. And other days my husband and I just look at each other with complete dismay. And, as with most things, we try to find the humor in the situation. . .sometimes that takes some time and some work!
Just choosing to recognize that they truly are fearfully and wonderfully made.
simple faith
Saturday, January 03, 2009
Continuing the Journey
A new year - the same journey.
Much discussion goes around this time of year in regard to "New Year's Resolutions." I pretty much have stopped making them. Oh, not that I am not pursuing new goals and have several thoughts on improving my journey. No, I just have come to a place where I see each day as a new beginning and a chance to start something new - why wait until just once a year?
I am sure it is obvious that writing more consistently in my blog should be one of those goals - and it is as long as it continues to be an outlet and not a "must do." And there is my interest in Jane Austen lately that makes me think I should at least attempt to read one of her novels. And after watching "Miss Potter" today I am thinking perhaps I should renew my relationship with Peter Rabbit.
Of course there is the always present list of house and outdoor projects to be done. And new things to learn to bake and recipes to try and places to see and things to do. Pictures on my camera that seriously need to be downloaded. All this does not even tap the physical and spiritual part of my journey!
And so there you go. No real resolutions - just a daily choice to continue in a postive direction on my journey.
Go forth and conquer!
simple faith
A new year - the same journey.
Much discussion goes around this time of year in regard to "New Year's Resolutions." I pretty much have stopped making them. Oh, not that I am not pursuing new goals and have several thoughts on improving my journey. No, I just have come to a place where I see each day as a new beginning and a chance to start something new - why wait until just once a year?
I am sure it is obvious that writing more consistently in my blog should be one of those goals - and it is as long as it continues to be an outlet and not a "must do." And there is my interest in Jane Austen lately that makes me think I should at least attempt to read one of her novels. And after watching "Miss Potter" today I am thinking perhaps I should renew my relationship with Peter Rabbit.
Of course there is the always present list of house and outdoor projects to be done. And new things to learn to bake and recipes to try and places to see and things to do. Pictures on my camera that seriously need to be downloaded. All this does not even tap the physical and spiritual part of my journey!
And so there you go. No real resolutions - just a daily choice to continue in a postive direction on my journey.
Go forth and conquer!
simple faith
Labels: Life
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
Just an Everyday Conversation
Cell Phone Boy and Red arrive at my house after school Monday. Immediately upon entering the house Cell Phone Boy says, "Guess what, Miss Faith?"
"What?"
"I can tie the cherry stem in a knot with my mouth!"
"Wow!" (what else could I possibly say?)
A short while later they are all in the kitchen looking for a snack. I inquire about which class they were in when the fire alarm went off at the high school that day. Actually it went off twice, so they were trying to tell me which class which time when. . .
"Cell Phone Boy's class set it off," declares Red.
"Really?"
It seems that a science experiment in Biology - yes, I said Biology- flamed and immediately following this incident the alarms began going off.
I pursue the conversation: "Who is your teacher?"
The response is my younger son's wrestling coach from last winter. Now I am really laughing.
"What did he do?"
"He was just smiling," responds Cell Phone Boy.
"His 'I am smiling so I don't kill you' smile or his laughing smile - because you know he has two smiles," I ask.
Cell Phone Boy gives me a knowing look and says, "Oh yeah, I know. I think he thought it was funny."
Just choosing to find the humor in every day. . .
simple faith
Cell Phone Boy and Red arrive at my house after school Monday. Immediately upon entering the house Cell Phone Boy says, "Guess what, Miss Faith?"
"What?"
"I can tie the cherry stem in a knot with my mouth!"
"Wow!" (what else could I possibly say?)
A short while later they are all in the kitchen looking for a snack. I inquire about which class they were in when the fire alarm went off at the high school that day. Actually it went off twice, so they were trying to tell me which class which time when. . .
"Cell Phone Boy's class set it off," declares Red.
"Really?"
It seems that a science experiment in Biology - yes, I said Biology- flamed and immediately following this incident the alarms began going off.
I pursue the conversation: "Who is your teacher?"
The response is my younger son's wrestling coach from last winter. Now I am really laughing.
"What did he do?"
"He was just smiling," responds Cell Phone Boy.
"His 'I am smiling so I don't kill you' smile or his laughing smile - because you know he has two smiles," I ask.
Cell Phone Boy gives me a knowing look and says, "Oh yeah, I know. I think he thought it was funny."
Just choosing to find the humor in every day. . .
simple faith
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
I Really Am Trying Hard
I believe that two necessary components to any successful relationship are communication and respect. Being the parent of two teenage boys often forces me to rethink how I live out these principals. Maintaining communication with them is more often than not difficult.
This week my husband and I have discussed on a few occasions amongst ourselves how often what we say, how we say it, and our actions affect the relationships we have. A lot of time we don't even realize this - not being able to see the trees for the forest type thing.
So, having laid that background, let me tell you how communication is going in our house this week. . .
I actually had what I would consider a very good conversation with my younger son one night. Just he and I at the dinner table. Questions were asked and answered candidly. Information from him was volunteered about other subjects. You know - an honest to goodness conversation that ends when everyone involved senses the goodness has come to an appropriate ending.
And then it occured again yesterday afternoon with my older son. He had arrived home from school alone - first time in the nine days of school. He was in his room when I returned from running errands, playing a video game. I entered his room and sensing no hostility I eventually sat in the chair next to him and watched him play. A few questions about the game were answered candidly and eventually more questions about school were answered likewise. He even volunteered information about other subjects. You know - an honest to goodness conversation that ended when everyone involved sensed the goodness had come to an appropriate ending.
I left the room feeling REALLY good about myself and the state of our world in general. Two good conversations in two days - it doesn't always happen that way in this world of parenting teenagers!!
Shortly after this my husband and I travel to PoHigh for our younger son's football scrimmage. Which also was encouraging. A head coach who was engaged in the boys and the action. Assistant coaches who also played their roles well. Boys who performed pretty well for their first outing of the season. Already a change of pace from last season.
Upon returning home I was no where near looking for a meaningful conversation with my boys. I mean, come on, I know when not to push my luck. But at some point in the evening - about the time my oldest was heading to take a shower - something obviously had altered the happy state of my little world. He was surly and exasperated with any spoken word from my mouth. He made his way to the shower letting his opinion be known.
And since I really am trying hard to work our way through this I turn to my husband and ask, "Does my tone of voice say 'kiss my (boohind)', because that is the tone I am getting back?!?!"
It takes him a couple of seconds to recover from laughing, but he assures me that he is not hearing that tone in my voice.
"Great, just checking."
Parenting is not for the faint of heart - or for those without a sense-of-humor!
simple faith
I believe that two necessary components to any successful relationship are communication and respect. Being the parent of two teenage boys often forces me to rethink how I live out these principals. Maintaining communication with them is more often than not difficult.
This week my husband and I have discussed on a few occasions amongst ourselves how often what we say, how we say it, and our actions affect the relationships we have. A lot of time we don't even realize this - not being able to see the trees for the forest type thing.
So, having laid that background, let me tell you how communication is going in our house this week. . .
I actually had what I would consider a very good conversation with my younger son one night. Just he and I at the dinner table. Questions were asked and answered candidly. Information from him was volunteered about other subjects. You know - an honest to goodness conversation that ends when everyone involved senses the goodness has come to an appropriate ending.
And then it occured again yesterday afternoon with my older son. He had arrived home from school alone - first time in the nine days of school. He was in his room when I returned from running errands, playing a video game. I entered his room and sensing no hostility I eventually sat in the chair next to him and watched him play. A few questions about the game were answered candidly and eventually more questions about school were answered likewise. He even volunteered information about other subjects. You know - an honest to goodness conversation that ended when everyone involved sensed the goodness had come to an appropriate ending.
I left the room feeling REALLY good about myself and the state of our world in general. Two good conversations in two days - it doesn't always happen that way in this world of parenting teenagers!!
Shortly after this my husband and I travel to PoHigh for our younger son's football scrimmage. Which also was encouraging. A head coach who was engaged in the boys and the action. Assistant coaches who also played their roles well. Boys who performed pretty well for their first outing of the season. Already a change of pace from last season.
Upon returning home I was no where near looking for a meaningful conversation with my boys. I mean, come on, I know when not to push my luck. But at some point in the evening - about the time my oldest was heading to take a shower - something obviously had altered the happy state of my little world. He was surly and exasperated with any spoken word from my mouth. He made his way to the shower letting his opinion be known.
And since I really am trying hard to work our way through this I turn to my husband and ask, "Does my tone of voice say 'kiss my (boohind)', because that is the tone I am getting back?!?!"
It takes him a couple of seconds to recover from laughing, but he assures me that he is not hearing that tone in my voice.
"Great, just checking."
Parenting is not for the faint of heart - or for those without a sense-of-humor!
simple faith
Monday, August 11, 2008
A Boy and His Truck
It was our oldest son's 16th birthday. He had finally helped narrow down the choices for his first vehicle. My husband, my son, Red, and myself head to the sunflower state to shop for a truck. At our second stop he lays claim to a dark blue 1999 Ford Ranger. He is happy and all is right with the world.
The next week it is time to take his driving test for his license. I make the "prepared mom" phone call to make sure we show up with all the paperwork, etc that is needed these days to take a driving test. After lunch we journey out to the testing facility and take a number. After waiting a short while, it is his turn. Height, weight, picture, fingerprint, signature - let the driving test begin!
A few short moments after the tester leaves to meet him in the parking lot she returns. It seems his brake light over the cab is out. The lone ranger cannot be used to take the test. But, we could bring out another vehicle.
No problem - we can do this. I assume that mindset and we return to the house to pick up my vehicle. We run a check on all the lights, etc before driving back out to the testing facility. Amazingly, my brake light above my rear door is out also!
My son is getting a bit frustrated, but me - no way. I continue my no problem mindset and off we go (screwdriver in hand) to an auto parts shop. . . afterall, changing a lightbulb cannot be that difficult. We get in line and I am still confident that this will go well. This store's commercials promise me a good experience with a knowledgeable and very helpful person.
To make a long story short, that was not my experience. I was also a bit surprised to find out that when you remove the light cover on the brake light that the entire mechanism comes out - wires and all. I know, I asked myself the same thing - why would it be so complicated? You should just be able to pop off the cover and replace a bulb without dealing with all sorts of wires and plastic thingies.
My mindset had deteriorated a bit - focusing more on the false advertising and poor design. But I offered one last hope. We could pick up my husband's truck and still do this testing today. My son declines and I don't blame him. I don't even like to pull the truck in and out of the garage because of its size, much less would I want to try to parallel park the thing for a driving test.
My son is disappointed but not too much. He is off to hang with some of his friends until Dad can get home to fix the problem.
After work my husband arrives home. By this time several boys are in our house playing games in the den. My husband asks my son for the key so he can take a look at the brake light.
Key? Hmmmmm. . . well I took it with me to so and so's house, and I remember showing it to so and so, hmmmm. . . . .
(This is the point in the story that all parents with teenagers are shaking their heads in sympathy or smiling because it is now us, not them.) Yes, he had lost THE ONLY key we owned to the vehicle!!!
The night was spent searching and the next day spent making phone calls. A couple of days later the locksmith shows up at our house to make new keys. We hoped that the age of the truck would mean no computer chips in the keys, but we were not that fortunate. The oldest son learned a valuable lesson when he had to write the check on his account to pay for the locksmith and keys.
It took another couple of trips to the testing place to finally obtain his license. But now he is officially licensed to drive.
And so another chapter of our lives begins.
simple faith
It was our oldest son's 16th birthday. He had finally helped narrow down the choices for his first vehicle. My husband, my son, Red, and myself head to the sunflower state to shop for a truck. At our second stop he lays claim to a dark blue 1999 Ford Ranger. He is happy and all is right with the world.
The next week it is time to take his driving test for his license. I make the "prepared mom" phone call to make sure we show up with all the paperwork, etc that is needed these days to take a driving test. After lunch we journey out to the testing facility and take a number. After waiting a short while, it is his turn. Height, weight, picture, fingerprint, signature - let the driving test begin!
A few short moments after the tester leaves to meet him in the parking lot she returns. It seems his brake light over the cab is out. The lone ranger cannot be used to take the test. But, we could bring out another vehicle.
No problem - we can do this. I assume that mindset and we return to the house to pick up my vehicle. We run a check on all the lights, etc before driving back out to the testing facility. Amazingly, my brake light above my rear door is out also!
My son is getting a bit frustrated, but me - no way. I continue my no problem mindset and off we go (screwdriver in hand) to an auto parts shop. . . afterall, changing a lightbulb cannot be that difficult. We get in line and I am still confident that this will go well. This store's commercials promise me a good experience with a knowledgeable and very helpful person.
To make a long story short, that was not my experience. I was also a bit surprised to find out that when you remove the light cover on the brake light that the entire mechanism comes out - wires and all. I know, I asked myself the same thing - why would it be so complicated? You should just be able to pop off the cover and replace a bulb without dealing with all sorts of wires and plastic thingies.
My mindset had deteriorated a bit - focusing more on the false advertising and poor design. But I offered one last hope. We could pick up my husband's truck and still do this testing today. My son declines and I don't blame him. I don't even like to pull the truck in and out of the garage because of its size, much less would I want to try to parallel park the thing for a driving test.
My son is disappointed but not too much. He is off to hang with some of his friends until Dad can get home to fix the problem.
After work my husband arrives home. By this time several boys are in our house playing games in the den. My husband asks my son for the key so he can take a look at the brake light.
Key? Hmmmmm. . . well I took it with me to so and so's house, and I remember showing it to so and so, hmmmm. . . . .
(This is the point in the story that all parents with teenagers are shaking their heads in sympathy or smiling because it is now us, not them.) Yes, he had lost THE ONLY key we owned to the vehicle!!!
The night was spent searching and the next day spent making phone calls. A couple of days later the locksmith shows up at our house to make new keys. We hoped that the age of the truck would mean no computer chips in the keys, but we were not that fortunate. The oldest son learned a valuable lesson when he had to write the check on his account to pay for the locksmith and keys.
It took another couple of trips to the testing place to finally obtain his license. But now he is officially licensed to drive.
And so another chapter of our lives begins.
simple faith
Friday, June 20, 2008
Updates. . .because life is a bit crazy
Oldest son: Working at the concession stands at a baseball complex. Staying up late, sleeping late (for him), playing worldwide on his new XBox live connection. Counting down the days until he can get his license, but not wanting to help find a vehicle.
Youngest son: Playing baseball and either talking or texting on his phone. Staying up later, sleeping really late, playing worldwide on his brother's new XBox live connection. Looking forward to baseball being over so he can hang out at the pool all day every day.
Husband: After 20 years with one company, has gone to work for a commercial bank. Coaching son's baseball team because "somebody had to do it". Decided it was time to also begin a home remodeling project - because it's best for everything to be crazy at once! Shopping for new clothes more often than ever because things are different at the new job. Somehow managing it all pretty well considering the pace things are moving at around here the last few months.
Baseball: Going pretty well considering the team was a last minute put together. I have been keeping books - pretty easy until you have to have 2 going at once when you are the home team. Most exciting thing so far. . .youngest son pitches his first no hitter! No walks, no hits, no runs!!! We were all so proud!
Basketball goal: Constant source of contention in the house. It refuses to stay up - probably has something to do with the 40 plus mph winds we have had for several weeks straight. The kicker was the day it hit my husband's pick-up when it blew over. Somehow we all survived the incident, although it was not pretty.
House: We are doing some work in the kitchen, laundry room, and bathroom. We, well actually my husband, scraped the ceiling texture off all three rooms. The house is still a minor disaster area. We are waiting for our installer to come in a couple of weeks to put up the ceiling tiles that look like tin and to put in our floor that is ceramic tile that looks like wood. It will be great once it is all done. . .whenever that will be.
Me: Trying to keep everyone and everything going with some resemblance of order and peace. And that is why my blog is so woefully out of date!
Just choosing to dance with the changing rhythms.
simple faith
Oldest son: Working at the concession stands at a baseball complex. Staying up late, sleeping late (for him), playing worldwide on his new XBox live connection. Counting down the days until he can get his license, but not wanting to help find a vehicle.
Youngest son: Playing baseball and either talking or texting on his phone. Staying up later, sleeping really late, playing worldwide on his brother's new XBox live connection. Looking forward to baseball being over so he can hang out at the pool all day every day.
Husband: After 20 years with one company, has gone to work for a commercial bank. Coaching son's baseball team because "somebody had to do it". Decided it was time to also begin a home remodeling project - because it's best for everything to be crazy at once! Shopping for new clothes more often than ever because things are different at the new job. Somehow managing it all pretty well considering the pace things are moving at around here the last few months.
Baseball: Going pretty well considering the team was a last minute put together. I have been keeping books - pretty easy until you have to have 2 going at once when you are the home team. Most exciting thing so far. . .youngest son pitches his first no hitter! No walks, no hits, no runs!!! We were all so proud!
Basketball goal: Constant source of contention in the house. It refuses to stay up - probably has something to do with the 40 plus mph winds we have had for several weeks straight. The kicker was the day it hit my husband's pick-up when it blew over. Somehow we all survived the incident, although it was not pretty.
House: We are doing some work in the kitchen, laundry room, and bathroom. We, well actually my husband, scraped the ceiling texture off all three rooms. The house is still a minor disaster area. We are waiting for our installer to come in a couple of weeks to put up the ceiling tiles that look like tin and to put in our floor that is ceramic tile that looks like wood. It will be great once it is all done. . .whenever that will be.
Me: Trying to keep everyone and everything going with some resemblance of order and peace. And that is why my blog is so woefully out of date!
Just choosing to dance with the changing rhythms.
simple faith
Monday, April 28, 2008
Just Another Night in the 'Hood
My husband and I had returned home from a dinner on Thursday night. Nix was at the house hanging with the boys. I had just changed clothes and was settling in to watch the Survivor recording when the excitement began. . .
Youngest son enters the house from playing basketball outside:
"I think Nix broke his ankle."
Simply said. No sense of urgency or sound of being overly concerned in his voice.
I pause for a split second thinking, "Yeah, right."
But I realize that Nix has not followed him in - nor has my older son.
I make my way outside and find Nix laying in the grass, obviously in pain. Great!
"Hey bud, let's roll you over so I can look at your ankle."
"I can't roll over. It hurts too bad." Crumb!
My youngest son has followed me outside. "Call his mom," I say.
I begin asking Nix questions. My youngest son returns outside, phone in hand trying to reach Nix's mom. My husband has also ventured outside.
"Have you gotten ahold of her yet?"
"No. Nobody is answering either phone." Perfect!
As this is said Nix points out that he thinks the car coming up the street is his mom. Sure enough, she pulls up - wow!
"Um, I think you may want to pull in the drive," I say.
"Is that Nix on the ground?!"
"Yeah."
Luckily Nix's mom is low key. She has taken him to the emergency room no less than 3 or 4 times this school year. Concussion, cracked ribs, broken collar bone. . .all from football season.
We eventually get him loaded in her van. She points out this would be the second broken bone in our care - the sledding incident that ended up with a broken hand a couple of winters ago. I know. . . crazy.
She will stop by the house to get her husband - and the camera. Poor Nix will have more than one page in his scrapbook of emergency room visits!
Diagnosis: torn ligament.
Treatment: brace, crutches, and lots of sympathy from junior high girls.
I think he will rebound and hopefully be well in time for all the football camps.
simple faith
My husband and I had returned home from a dinner on Thursday night. Nix was at the house hanging with the boys. I had just changed clothes and was settling in to watch the Survivor recording when the excitement began. . .
Youngest son enters the house from playing basketball outside:
"I think Nix broke his ankle."
Simply said. No sense of urgency or sound of being overly concerned in his voice.
I pause for a split second thinking, "Yeah, right."
But I realize that Nix has not followed him in - nor has my older son.
I make my way outside and find Nix laying in the grass, obviously in pain. Great!
"Hey bud, let's roll you over so I can look at your ankle."
"I can't roll over. It hurts too bad." Crumb!
My youngest son has followed me outside. "Call his mom," I say.
I begin asking Nix questions. My youngest son returns outside, phone in hand trying to reach Nix's mom. My husband has also ventured outside.
"Have you gotten ahold of her yet?"
"No. Nobody is answering either phone." Perfect!
As this is said Nix points out that he thinks the car coming up the street is his mom. Sure enough, she pulls up - wow!
"Um, I think you may want to pull in the drive," I say.
"Is that Nix on the ground?!"
"Yeah."
Luckily Nix's mom is low key. She has taken him to the emergency room no less than 3 or 4 times this school year. Concussion, cracked ribs, broken collar bone. . .all from football season.
We eventually get him loaded in her van. She points out this would be the second broken bone in our care - the sledding incident that ended up with a broken hand a couple of winters ago. I know. . . crazy.
She will stop by the house to get her husband - and the camera. Poor Nix will have more than one page in his scrapbook of emergency room visits!
Diagnosis: torn ligament.
Treatment: brace, crutches, and lots of sympathy from junior high girls.
I think he will rebound and hopefully be well in time for all the football camps.
simple faith
Tuesday, April 15, 2008
One of the Perks
I am usually not one to brag, but. . .I talked to an astronaut the other day. Yeah, a real-live-been-to-space-have-a-street-named-after-me astronaut. It was cool. It was exhilarating. It was humbling. It was affirming.
Weird reactions, I know. But let me try to explain.
Although I love my chosen path, I still feel a bit self-conscious when someone asks me what I do. Even if they pose the question in the politically correct fashion of, "Do you work outside the home?" Normally I just smile and quip, "Not at anything I get paid for!"
But, I know what they mean. We tend to define ourselves somewhat by our "job" and, well, we also tend to judge people by their career field - or lack there of.
Sometimes I just want to shout, "You know, I am smart! I have my college degree! I can speak in complete sentences that don't have to have rhyming words in them (but yet I can rhyme like a mad woman)! I am a contributing member of society! I CHOOSE THIS!"
Very few people make me feel this way anymore. I am pretty comfortable with myself. But I would not be honest if I did not say there are days that I envy my friends and family that have those cool jobs. They travel, they meet important people. Their role is easily seen and defined.
Most of what I do is "behind the scenes" type of stuff. In one particular organization I volunteer for I literally spend hours doing this type of work. My name is rarely signed on anything I produce, except for a group of letters received by a few very generous donors.
And this is where the astronaut comes in. I have been mailing him things for a couple of years, updating him on things the Foundation does in his honor. This spring the particular project spiked his interest. We provided the astronomy teacher at the high school with funding for a camera to be used on the telescope at the high school. This will allow them to take photos of space.
I was out of town for a few days and upon returning home found the astronaut's name and phone number to contact. Wow! Cool! Scary!
He was gracious when I returned his call. There was a reason this project spiked his interest (other than the obvious - space). His son will be journeying to the International Space Station this fall for a 10 day assignment. His job? Taking pictures in space! He would like to donate some of his son's photos to our science department. Wow! Cool! Exhilarating!
After our phone conversation I wanted so badly to call the teacher and tell him the news. But, this was not my job. I instead called the girl whose job it is to break the news and make the arrangements for such a donation. Humbling.
So instead I brag here - just for a moment. I spoke to a real-live astronaut!
Some days the benefits of this "job" rock!!!
simple faith
I am usually not one to brag, but. . .I talked to an astronaut the other day. Yeah, a real-live-been-to-space-have-a-street-named-after-me astronaut. It was cool. It was exhilarating. It was humbling. It was affirming.
Weird reactions, I know. But let me try to explain.
Although I love my chosen path, I still feel a bit self-conscious when someone asks me what I do. Even if they pose the question in the politically correct fashion of, "Do you work outside the home?" Normally I just smile and quip, "Not at anything I get paid for!"
But, I know what they mean. We tend to define ourselves somewhat by our "job" and, well, we also tend to judge people by their career field - or lack there of.
Sometimes I just want to shout, "You know, I am smart! I have my college degree! I can speak in complete sentences that don't have to have rhyming words in them (but yet I can rhyme like a mad woman)! I am a contributing member of society! I CHOOSE THIS!"
Very few people make me feel this way anymore. I am pretty comfortable with myself. But I would not be honest if I did not say there are days that I envy my friends and family that have those cool jobs. They travel, they meet important people. Their role is easily seen and defined.
Most of what I do is "behind the scenes" type of stuff. In one particular organization I volunteer for I literally spend hours doing this type of work. My name is rarely signed on anything I produce, except for a group of letters received by a few very generous donors.
And this is where the astronaut comes in. I have been mailing him things for a couple of years, updating him on things the Foundation does in his honor. This spring the particular project spiked his interest. We provided the astronomy teacher at the high school with funding for a camera to be used on the telescope at the high school. This will allow them to take photos of space.
I was out of town for a few days and upon returning home found the astronaut's name and phone number to contact. Wow! Cool! Scary!
He was gracious when I returned his call. There was a reason this project spiked his interest (other than the obvious - space). His son will be journeying to the International Space Station this fall for a 10 day assignment. His job? Taking pictures in space! He would like to donate some of his son's photos to our science department. Wow! Cool! Exhilarating!
After our phone conversation I wanted so badly to call the teacher and tell him the news. But, this was not my job. I instead called the girl whose job it is to break the news and make the arrangements for such a donation. Humbling.
So instead I brag here - just for a moment. I spoke to a real-live astronaut!
Some days the benefits of this "job" rock!!!
simple faith
Labels: Life
Wednesday, April 09, 2008
A Whole New World
I turned around twice in my kitchen and found myself in a new world. . . . .
Last summer the neighbor's falling tree took out our basketball goal by the driveway. We finally replaced it a couple of weekends ago. Once again, the driveway was filled with boys playing some very serious pick-up games.
While preparing dinner last week I looked up to see something new - a boy I did not know in my driveway and his vehicle parked on the street. Just last spring I would have opened my door, greeted him, and introduced myself. I decided against this because, well, the boys are getting older and "the mom" doesn't need to be so June Cleaverish. I also noted that there must be more boys still in the vehicle because at least 3 of the boys from my yard had congregated that direction and seemed to be visiting with somebody.
Although I opted not to embarrass my boys, I did alert my husband to the new development. Always good for teenagers to know "the dad" is home for crowd control purposes!
At the dinner table we received a breakdown of names, etc. from the predinner game. It allowed us to at least put names and faces together.
While cleaning after dinner I hear unfamiliar voices in the driveway. This time it is a group of boys I know who have shown up to play the nightcap. They drove themselves!
I looked at my husband and said, "You realize we have just entered a new world."
And so, instead of checking the driveway to make sure I do not back over anyone's bike or scooter I will now try to avoid backing into anyone's vehicle.
Wow - things change quickly!
simple faith
I turned around twice in my kitchen and found myself in a new world. . . . .
Last summer the neighbor's falling tree took out our basketball goal by the driveway. We finally replaced it a couple of weekends ago. Once again, the driveway was filled with boys playing some very serious pick-up games.
While preparing dinner last week I looked up to see something new - a boy I did not know in my driveway and his vehicle parked on the street. Just last spring I would have opened my door, greeted him, and introduced myself. I decided against this because, well, the boys are getting older and "the mom" doesn't need to be so June Cleaverish. I also noted that there must be more boys still in the vehicle because at least 3 of the boys from my yard had congregated that direction and seemed to be visiting with somebody.
Although I opted not to embarrass my boys, I did alert my husband to the new development. Always good for teenagers to know "the dad" is home for crowd control purposes!
At the dinner table we received a breakdown of names, etc. from the predinner game. It allowed us to at least put names and faces together.
While cleaning after dinner I hear unfamiliar voices in the driveway. This time it is a group of boys I know who have shown up to play the nightcap. They drove themselves!
I looked at my husband and said, "You realize we have just entered a new world."
And so, instead of checking the driveway to make sure I do not back over anyone's bike or scooter I will now try to avoid backing into anyone's vehicle.
Wow - things change quickly!
simple faith
Wednesday, February 06, 2008
The Sometimes Gardener
Monday brought beautiful weather to my small city on the plains. It was a day that called for being outdoors. I had passed other opportunities lately to work outside, but was determined that nothing was keeping me from watering and cleaning on Monday.
So, out came the hoses, the rake, the trash bags, and the flip flops. I wasn't really approaching the work with joy, so I also donned my "put on your big girl panties and deal with it" t-shirt. I call it my attitude adjustment shirt.
It truly only takes a few minutes for my mind and attitude to embrace the wonder of working outdoors. The smell of damp earth and the warmth of the sun do my attitude good.
By the time I am half way around the front of my house watering I come across my hyacinth beginning to peek out of the ground. I am a bit surprised, but realize that it is indeed time for the renewal of the seasons to begin. I am filled with anticipation for their magenta color to appear while also experiencing a bit of regret for not planting more bulbs this past fall.
I continue watering noting what will bloom next and saying a quick prayer over the azaleas. I have never had good luck with these - hopefully blooms will come this spring.
After dragging the hoses to their proper places, I start the traveling sprinkler. Our grass is in need of a quick watering. Then off to the back yard. I water one bed and "plan" some new plants to add for this spring. This bed is one I would call successful. The plan is going well and the results are what I want. This bed actually brings me much joy in the summer as I sit on the patio.
But, my attention must shift to one of my trouble spots. Probably the worst bed in our yard - the corner bed. Each year I have high hopes for this bed. I have literally planted all sorts of things here hoping for a good outcome. Although on occasion one or two things end up working well, overall the bed is always disappointing. Truly the only consistently performing thing in this bed are the weeds. Seriously, if our county fair had a catagory for "best weed" there would have been several years I could have taken the blue ribbon!
This time I have decided to try a new trick. After cleaning out the leaves and dead sunflower stalks, I lay down wet newspapers. I have read in more than one place that this will kill the weeds and/or grass. So, this is my new "let's give this a try" thing for this year. Of course, I didn't factor in the need for mulch to put on top of the newspaper. But after a quick trip to the store it was covered - literally.
I wish I was more devoted to my gardening, but even being a sometimes gardener has taught me alot about how it reflects life. Somethings flourish with very little care. Other things require more attention. On occasion, some things just need to be moved. And most things require pruning or deadheading. But above all, things constantly change. Some things I can control, and others I cannot. Even when bad things happen, like losing a beautiful and mature tree, good things come from it. Sunshine allows things to grow where they once would not. A new beauty takes hold.
And today, just two days later, there is snow on the ground. The planting season is not yet here. It is still time to enjoy the dormant season and to marvel at the cycle of it all.
Just ponderings from a sometimes gardener.
simple faith
Monday brought beautiful weather to my small city on the plains. It was a day that called for being outdoors. I had passed other opportunities lately to work outside, but was determined that nothing was keeping me from watering and cleaning on Monday.
So, out came the hoses, the rake, the trash bags, and the flip flops. I wasn't really approaching the work with joy, so I also donned my "put on your big girl panties and deal with it" t-shirt. I call it my attitude adjustment shirt.
It truly only takes a few minutes for my mind and attitude to embrace the wonder of working outdoors. The smell of damp earth and the warmth of the sun do my attitude good.
By the time I am half way around the front of my house watering I come across my hyacinth beginning to peek out of the ground. I am a bit surprised, but realize that it is indeed time for the renewal of the seasons to begin. I am filled with anticipation for their magenta color to appear while also experiencing a bit of regret for not planting more bulbs this past fall.
I continue watering noting what will bloom next and saying a quick prayer over the azaleas. I have never had good luck with these - hopefully blooms will come this spring.
After dragging the hoses to their proper places, I start the traveling sprinkler. Our grass is in need of a quick watering. Then off to the back yard. I water one bed and "plan" some new plants to add for this spring. This bed is one I would call successful. The plan is going well and the results are what I want. This bed actually brings me much joy in the summer as I sit on the patio.
But, my attention must shift to one of my trouble spots. Probably the worst bed in our yard - the corner bed. Each year I have high hopes for this bed. I have literally planted all sorts of things here hoping for a good outcome. Although on occasion one or two things end up working well, overall the bed is always disappointing. Truly the only consistently performing thing in this bed are the weeds. Seriously, if our county fair had a catagory for "best weed" there would have been several years I could have taken the blue ribbon!
This time I have decided to try a new trick. After cleaning out the leaves and dead sunflower stalks, I lay down wet newspapers. I have read in more than one place that this will kill the weeds and/or grass. So, this is my new "let's give this a try" thing for this year. Of course, I didn't factor in the need for mulch to put on top of the newspaper. But after a quick trip to the store it was covered - literally.
I wish I was more devoted to my gardening, but even being a sometimes gardener has taught me alot about how it reflects life. Somethings flourish with very little care. Other things require more attention. On occasion, some things just need to be moved. And most things require pruning or deadheading. But above all, things constantly change. Some things I can control, and others I cannot. Even when bad things happen, like losing a beautiful and mature tree, good things come from it. Sunshine allows things to grow where they once would not. A new beauty takes hold.
And today, just two days later, there is snow on the ground. The planting season is not yet here. It is still time to enjoy the dormant season and to marvel at the cycle of it all.
Just ponderings from a sometimes gardener.
simple faith
Labels: Life, Ponderings
Friday, January 25, 2008
Girlfriend Advice
A recent response to "my oldest son just got his permit" line:
"Good luck with the permit thing - my advice, make sure he gets plenty of driving time before getting his license and call your doctor and ask for prozac."
Girlfriends - gotta' love them!
simple faith
A recent response to "my oldest son just got his permit" line:
"Good luck with the permit thing - my advice, make sure he gets plenty of driving time before getting his license and call your doctor and ask for prozac."
Girlfriends - gotta' love them!
simple faith
Labels: Boys, Just a little sassy, Life
Thursday, January 24, 2008
Milestone Day
I found myself in front of my 15 year-old's closet, trying to remember what he had worn to school that day. I remember him showing up in the kitchen dressed in shorts and a t-shirt. Since it was not going to get above freezing I had sent him back to put on something long - you know, with legs and sleeves.
I remember the navy sweats, but what shirt? There was nothing obviously missing. Try as I might, I could not remember even the color of his t-shirt, or which hoodie he had worn.
"This is crazy," I said to myself. But moms do crazy things like this - worrying about things our kids do not worry about.
The phone rings, it is the call I have been expecting.
"Mom, I'm done."
"Great! Do you want to come home and brush your hair or change?"
"No - I'm good."
"What hoodie do you have on?"
"I'm not wearing it. I am going to wear my t-shirt."
"Which t-shirt do you have on?"
"Gray Hollister. Can you just come get me? Do we have time to get something to eat?"
"We can afterwards. Be there in a minute."
I am in the van remembering this milestone day in my life. I had known for several days exactly what outfit I was going to wear and had taken much care with my hair and my make-up.
I knew worrying about clothes and hair were not going to be high on my 15 year-old's list, but his blase' attitude was a bit unnerving.
We arrive at the tag office. I have tried to give his hair a quick once over with my hand, but he pulled away. Boys! Well, this boy anyway!
It takes only a few minutes until he is official. He leaves the building with his driving permit - and his picture looks great.
He weighs his options for a treat. No, we are not getting anything triple dipped. Smoothie? Yes, I can do that.
Fifteen and a half years ago we were blessed with a beautiful baby boy who has given us much joy and laughter. The milestone days are coming quicker now. He will all too soon be journeying out on his own.
Just trying to embrace each day.
simple faith
I found myself in front of my 15 year-old's closet, trying to remember what he had worn to school that day. I remember him showing up in the kitchen dressed in shorts and a t-shirt. Since it was not going to get above freezing I had sent him back to put on something long - you know, with legs and sleeves.
I remember the navy sweats, but what shirt? There was nothing obviously missing. Try as I might, I could not remember even the color of his t-shirt, or which hoodie he had worn.
"This is crazy," I said to myself. But moms do crazy things like this - worrying about things our kids do not worry about.
The phone rings, it is the call I have been expecting.
"Mom, I'm done."
"Great! Do you want to come home and brush your hair or change?"
"No - I'm good."
"What hoodie do you have on?"
"I'm not wearing it. I am going to wear my t-shirt."
"Which t-shirt do you have on?"
"Gray Hollister. Can you just come get me? Do we have time to get something to eat?"
"We can afterwards. Be there in a minute."
I am in the van remembering this milestone day in my life. I had known for several days exactly what outfit I was going to wear and had taken much care with my hair and my make-up.
I knew worrying about clothes and hair were not going to be high on my 15 year-old's list, but his blase' attitude was a bit unnerving.
We arrive at the tag office. I have tried to give his hair a quick once over with my hand, but he pulled away. Boys! Well, this boy anyway!
It takes only a few minutes until he is official. He leaves the building with his driving permit - and his picture looks great.
He weighs his options for a treat. No, we are not getting anything triple dipped. Smoothie? Yes, I can do that.
Fifteen and a half years ago we were blessed with a beautiful baby boy who has given us much joy and laughter. The milestone days are coming quicker now. He will all too soon be journeying out on his own.
Just trying to embrace each day.
simple faith
Wednesday, January 16, 2008
The Repairman's Best Friend
For some odd reason we have experienced the need for 4 repairmen at our house in just the few short weeks since Christmas. I am not sure what the phenomenon is, but quite frankly I am ready for it to go away.
Two plumbers, one appliance repairman, and today the garage door guys.
Choosing to be thankful attitude: nothing has been catastrophic; we have a house that we can repair; and although I would rather be spending money on other things, the cost has been reasonable.
Choices - make the thankful one!
simple faith
For some odd reason we have experienced the need for 4 repairmen at our house in just the few short weeks since Christmas. I am not sure what the phenomenon is, but quite frankly I am ready for it to go away.
Two plumbers, one appliance repairman, and today the garage door guys.
Choosing to be thankful attitude: nothing has been catastrophic; we have a house that we can repair; and although I would rather be spending money on other things, the cost has been reasonable.
Choices - make the thankful one!
simple faith
Labels: Life
Monday, December 31, 2007
A Simple Joy
"The mail is here."
"I'll get the opener."
"She looks just like her mom."
"He has his dad's eyes."
"What a great family picture!"
"Another little one?!?!"
This conversation, and many like it, happen on an almost daily basis at our home during the Christmas season. We love receiving all the cards and letters from friends and family.
Many of our friends made here in our small city on the plains have moved on to other parts of our country. Often these Christmas greetings may be the only time of the year we "see" them. Unfortunately, sometimes it is also the only time of the year we touch base with them.
Last year I began adding a Christmas letter to our cards simply because I enjoy getting them from others so much. Perhaps this coming Christmas we will include a family picture - simply because I enjoy getting them from others so much.
I need to put that in my notebook. . . .
simple faith
"The mail is here."
"I'll get the opener."
"She looks just like her mom."
"He has his dad's eyes."
"What a great family picture!"
"Another little one?!?!"
This conversation, and many like it, happen on an almost daily basis at our home during the Christmas season. We love receiving all the cards and letters from friends and family.
Many of our friends made here in our small city on the plains have moved on to other parts of our country. Often these Christmas greetings may be the only time of the year we "see" them. Unfortunately, sometimes it is also the only time of the year we touch base with them.
Last year I began adding a Christmas letter to our cards simply because I enjoy getting them from others so much. Perhaps this coming Christmas we will include a family picture - simply because I enjoy getting them from others so much.
I need to put that in my notebook. . . .
simple faith
Labels: Life
Wednesday, December 12, 2007
Checklist Afternoon
It was a checklist afternoon. You know the kind, several things to accomplish and you work your way through them as best you can.
Deliver youngest son to wrestling practice. Check.
Drop off a bill payment. Check
Help in Symphony office. Check
Mail things at Post Office. This is where I was on my list. I gather the stack of things to take care of at this stop.
Check the P.O. box. Check.
Drop letter in the "you put this in my box and it doesn't belong to me" slot. Check.
Weigh 2 letters. Check.
Drop stack of Foundation letters, Christmas cards, and bills in outgoing mail slot. Check.
Package Step-Dad's early Christmas gift to mail. Check.
Package nephew's Spider Man pjs birthday gift to mail. Check.
While standing in line with my 2 packages and one letter still in need of postage, my mind moves to my next stop - the bank. Two checks and a deposit slip. . . . .
Two checks and a deposit slip? My mind begins to race and that sinking feeling comes in my stomach.
Oh, surely not!
I mentally retrace my steps. Perhaps I left them on the kitchen counter. No, I know they were in the stack of things I left the house with. Maybe, by some chance, they are still in the van.
I decide not to unduly embarrass myself by asking the worker who helps me with my packages and letter about my quandry.
I take a quick trip to the van. As I thought, no checks or deposit slip! Crumb!!!!!
I return inside the Post Office. My friend is working the end window (thank you).
And I begin, "Um, I think I dropped some stuff in the outgoing mail box that I shouldn't have dropped."
"Really? What?"
"Um, two checks and a deposit slip."
"Were they in an envelope?"
"Um, no. They were just loose."
She flashes me that look that those of us who know her are familiar with. It is a cross between a smirk of amusement and the exasperation of "Why do they let people like this out in public."
She asks one gentleman to go through the basket (the line is long and I know she can't rescue me.) He is familiar - our boys played football together this fall. I know I have met him and had conversations with him. I can even tell you where he was raised - New Orleans - but I cannot for the life of me come up with his name or his son's name. My hopes of "connecting" with him and him taking a personal interest in helping me are fading. . . .He only gives it a minute and then insists he must get the truck out.
Truck???
I try not to whine, but am not sure I accomplished it, when I said, "But what if my stuff is in that basket that is going on the truck?"
My friend matter of factly replies, "It will come back."
Yeah right it will come back! One check has "for deposit only" on the back, but the other one is ENDORSED!!!! Needless to say, I am becoming a bit antsy.
After what seems an eternity my friend asks someone else to go through the basket. I cannot see this person around the corner.
After a minute my friend says to the person, "No, they are just loose. Two checks and a deposit slip."
Please, oh please, oh please. I do not even want to think about the conversation I will have to have with my husband if these are not found.
And then a familiar voice says my name as he rounds the corner. It is the sweet gentleman who always gave me chocolate kisses when he worked the windows. He found my stuff!
I thank them profusely.
And I leave thankful that sometimes my small city on the plains is so much like a small town!
simple faith
It was a checklist afternoon. You know the kind, several things to accomplish and you work your way through them as best you can.
Deliver youngest son to wrestling practice. Check.
Drop off a bill payment. Check
Help in Symphony office. Check
Mail things at Post Office. This is where I was on my list. I gather the stack of things to take care of at this stop.
Check the P.O. box. Check.
Drop letter in the "you put this in my box and it doesn't belong to me" slot. Check.
Weigh 2 letters. Check.
Drop stack of Foundation letters, Christmas cards, and bills in outgoing mail slot. Check.
Package Step-Dad's early Christmas gift to mail. Check.
Package nephew's Spider Man pjs birthday gift to mail. Check.
While standing in line with my 2 packages and one letter still in need of postage, my mind moves to my next stop - the bank. Two checks and a deposit slip. . . . .
Two checks and a deposit slip? My mind begins to race and that sinking feeling comes in my stomach.
Oh, surely not!
I mentally retrace my steps. Perhaps I left them on the kitchen counter. No, I know they were in the stack of things I left the house with. Maybe, by some chance, they are still in the van.
I decide not to unduly embarrass myself by asking the worker who helps me with my packages and letter about my quandry.
I take a quick trip to the van. As I thought, no checks or deposit slip! Crumb!!!!!
I return inside the Post Office. My friend is working the end window (thank you).
And I begin, "Um, I think I dropped some stuff in the outgoing mail box that I shouldn't have dropped."
"Really? What?"
"Um, two checks and a deposit slip."
"Were they in an envelope?"
"Um, no. They were just loose."
She flashes me that look that those of us who know her are familiar with. It is a cross between a smirk of amusement and the exasperation of "Why do they let people like this out in public."
She asks one gentleman to go through the basket (the line is long and I know she can't rescue me.) He is familiar - our boys played football together this fall. I know I have met him and had conversations with him. I can even tell you where he was raised - New Orleans - but I cannot for the life of me come up with his name or his son's name. My hopes of "connecting" with him and him taking a personal interest in helping me are fading. . . .He only gives it a minute and then insists he must get the truck out.
Truck???
I try not to whine, but am not sure I accomplished it, when I said, "But what if my stuff is in that basket that is going on the truck?"
My friend matter of factly replies, "It will come back."
Yeah right it will come back! One check has "for deposit only" on the back, but the other one is ENDORSED!!!! Needless to say, I am becoming a bit antsy.
After what seems an eternity my friend asks someone else to go through the basket. I cannot see this person around the corner.
After a minute my friend says to the person, "No, they are just loose. Two checks and a deposit slip."
Please, oh please, oh please. I do not even want to think about the conversation I will have to have with my husband if these are not found.
And then a familiar voice says my name as he rounds the corner. It is the sweet gentleman who always gave me chocolate kisses when he worked the windows. He found my stuff!
I thank them profusely.
And I leave thankful that sometimes my small city on the plains is so much like a small town!
simple faith
Labels: Life
Tuesday, December 11, 2007
Christmas Music
I recently received one of those "Everything About Me - Christmas Edition" e-mails. You know, the one you answer all the questions with your favorite of things. I couldn't fill it out. Favorite memory? You're kidding me, right? How could I possibly choose one (or two)?
And favorite Christmas song? Well, I am a Christmas music lover. I listen to all kinds - sometimes throughout the year. So choosing a few to call my favorites would be impossible. But I thought I would share the lyrics to one that always touches my heart. The version I have is sung by Natalie Cole and is beautiful.
"My Grown Up Christmas List"
Do you remember me
I sat upon your knee
I wrote to you
With childhood fantasies
Well, I'm all grown up now
And still need help somehow
I'm not a child
But my heart still can dream
So here's my lifelong wish
My grown up christmas list
Not for myself
But for a world in need
No more lives torn apart
That wars would never start
And time would heal all hearts
And everyone would have a friend
And right would always win
And love would never end
This is my grown up christmas list
As children we believed
The grandest sight to see
Was something lovely
Wrapped beneath our tree
Well heaven only knows
That packages and bows
Can never heal
A hurting human soul
No more lives torn apart
That wars would never start
And time would heal all hearts
And everyone would have a friend
And right would always win
And love would never end
This is my grown up christmas list
What is this illusion called the innocence of youth
Maybe only in our blind belief can we ever find the truth
(there'd be)
No more lives torn apart
That wars would never start
And time would heal all hearts
And everyone would have a friend
And right would always win
And love would never end, oh
This is my grown up christmas list
This is my only life long wish
This is my grown up christmas list
May the Prince of Peace invade your day.
simple faith
I recently received one of those "Everything About Me - Christmas Edition" e-mails. You know, the one you answer all the questions with your favorite of things. I couldn't fill it out. Favorite memory? You're kidding me, right? How could I possibly choose one (or two)?
And favorite Christmas song? Well, I am a Christmas music lover. I listen to all kinds - sometimes throughout the year. So choosing a few to call my favorites would be impossible. But I thought I would share the lyrics to one that always touches my heart. The version I have is sung by Natalie Cole and is beautiful.
"My Grown Up Christmas List"
Do you remember me
I sat upon your knee
I wrote to you
With childhood fantasies
Well, I'm all grown up now
And still need help somehow
I'm not a child
But my heart still can dream
So here's my lifelong wish
My grown up christmas list
Not for myself
But for a world in need
No more lives torn apart
That wars would never start
And time would heal all hearts
And everyone would have a friend
And right would always win
And love would never end
This is my grown up christmas list
As children we believed
The grandest sight to see
Was something lovely
Wrapped beneath our tree
Well heaven only knows
That packages and bows
Can never heal
A hurting human soul
No more lives torn apart
That wars would never start
And time would heal all hearts
And everyone would have a friend
And right would always win
And love would never end
This is my grown up christmas list
What is this illusion called the innocence of youth
Maybe only in our blind belief can we ever find the truth
(there'd be)
No more lives torn apart
That wars would never start
And time would heal all hearts
And everyone would have a friend
And right would always win
And love would never end, oh
This is my grown up christmas list
This is my only life long wish
This is my grown up christmas list
May the Prince of Peace invade your day.
simple faith
Labels: Life
Wednesday, December 05, 2007
Lighting Things Up
We are definitely not the Griswalds. In fact, we rarely put lights up outside our house. My husband claims he is the most envied man in the 'hood come January when everyone else is outside in the cold taking down their lights.
But yesterday we lit things up just a bit around our house.
It only required a few times singing this to keep us in check:
"You better watch out, you better not pout, you better not cry,
I'm telling you why - Santa Claus is coming to town."
No crying, only a little pouting, and viola! Lights - on a timer!
Now if I can just get the tree up. . .
simple faith
We are definitely not the Griswalds. In fact, we rarely put lights up outside our house. My husband claims he is the most envied man in the 'hood come January when everyone else is outside in the cold taking down their lights.
But yesterday we lit things up just a bit around our house.
It only required a few times singing this to keep us in check:
"You better watch out, you better not pout, you better not cry,
I'm telling you why - Santa Claus is coming to town."
No crying, only a little pouting, and viola! Lights - on a timer!
Now if I can just get the tree up. . .
simple faith
Labels: Life
Saturday, December 01, 2007
Christmas Notebook
Several years ago in my never ending quest to become more organized I came across www.organizedchristmas.com. The site is a great source for any organizing junkie.
Over the years I have adopted what works for me and have learned to let go of the rest (an admirable step). My house has never gone through the entire cleaning process and my freezer has never had dinner in it "for those busy holiday nights". In fact, today I sit surrounded by boxes, needing to get my cards done, and only a few gifts are purchased.
But what has worked for me from this site is the overall method of organizing for and approaching the holidays. The opening page of my notebook has the following quotes:
Expectations tend to be self-fulfilling. (anonymous)
Your life proceeds out of your intentions for it. (Neale Donald Walsch)
One of the exercises from the organizing site leads you through an evaluation of last year's Christmas. It has been an incredibly insightful tool.
I am one of those people who believe that you choose your attitude and that your attitude determines the amount of joy you experience in any situation. So, if you did not like something about your holiday season last year, choose to change it or choose to change your attitude about it. Plan to enjoy the things you participate in doing.
I have set up my notebook to cover four areas: Inspiration/Organization; Christmas Cards; Gift Ideas; and Past Gifts. It's also a great place for all your receipts to find a home.
The Past Gifts section holds master gift lists for the past years (since 2000). It is eye opening to look back and realize that I have a tendency to get some people the same gifts over and over!
The Christmas Cards section keeps the mailing list with updated addresses and copies of past cards and letters. ( I also have a tendency to choose the same type of cards on occasion.)
In a perfectly organized world I would be sitting on my sofa, eating homemade bon bons, preparing to overdose on football and holiday movies because all of my shopping, mailing, baking, cooking, planning, etc would be DONE.
But instead, I journey forward with purposefulness and a good attitude.
simple faith
Several years ago in my never ending quest to become more organized I came across www.organizedchristmas.com. The site is a great source for any organizing junkie.
Over the years I have adopted what works for me and have learned to let go of the rest (an admirable step). My house has never gone through the entire cleaning process and my freezer has never had dinner in it "for those busy holiday nights". In fact, today I sit surrounded by boxes, needing to get my cards done, and only a few gifts are purchased.
But what has worked for me from this site is the overall method of organizing for and approaching the holidays. The opening page of my notebook has the following quotes:
Expectations tend to be self-fulfilling. (anonymous)
Your life proceeds out of your intentions for it. (Neale Donald Walsch)
One of the exercises from the organizing site leads you through an evaluation of last year's Christmas. It has been an incredibly insightful tool.
I am one of those people who believe that you choose your attitude and that your attitude determines the amount of joy you experience in any situation. So, if you did not like something about your holiday season last year, choose to change it or choose to change your attitude about it. Plan to enjoy the things you participate in doing.
I have set up my notebook to cover four areas: Inspiration/Organization; Christmas Cards; Gift Ideas; and Past Gifts. It's also a great place for all your receipts to find a home.
The Past Gifts section holds master gift lists for the past years (since 2000). It is eye opening to look back and realize that I have a tendency to get some people the same gifts over and over!
The Christmas Cards section keeps the mailing list with updated addresses and copies of past cards and letters. ( I also have a tendency to choose the same type of cards on occasion.)
In a perfectly organized world I would be sitting on my sofa, eating homemade bon bons, preparing to overdose on football and holiday movies because all of my shopping, mailing, baking, cooking, planning, etc would be DONE.
But instead, I journey forward with purposefulness and a good attitude.
simple faith
Labels: Life
Thursday, November 08, 2007
Changing Seasons
Fall is having a hard time arriving in my panhandle state. We have had freezing night temperatures this week, but our daytime temperatures continue to hover in the upper 60's and will reach the mid 70's during the weekend.
Our red maple tree was the prettiest color I have seen it since planting it a few years ago. Its brilliant color is already fading. Yet our native elm and other large trees are just beginning to dress themselves in their fall colors.
The berries on an ornamental tree are turning bright red, yet the hot pink geraniums beside it continue to bloom proudly.
A limbo of sorts seems to exist in my yard. Soon the changes of fall will fully arrive - it is inevitable for the seasons always change. God made it that way.
This year my yard seems to be a mirror of some things going on in my life. There are some changes that are coming - they are inevitable. Yet the timing of them seems to exist in a limbo that only God truly understands.
A new season in our spiritual journey will soon begin. God is bringing changes. Much like I wait expectantly the newness of the changing seasons in my world, I also wait expectantly this change.
Celebrating the beauty of the passing season and anticipating the beauty of the new season.
simple faith
Fall is having a hard time arriving in my panhandle state. We have had freezing night temperatures this week, but our daytime temperatures continue to hover in the upper 60's and will reach the mid 70's during the weekend.
Our red maple tree was the prettiest color I have seen it since planting it a few years ago. Its brilliant color is already fading. Yet our native elm and other large trees are just beginning to dress themselves in their fall colors.
The berries on an ornamental tree are turning bright red, yet the hot pink geraniums beside it continue to bloom proudly.
A limbo of sorts seems to exist in my yard. Soon the changes of fall will fully arrive - it is inevitable for the seasons always change. God made it that way.
This year my yard seems to be a mirror of some things going on in my life. There are some changes that are coming - they are inevitable. Yet the timing of them seems to exist in a limbo that only God truly understands.
A new season in our spiritual journey will soon begin. God is bringing changes. Much like I wait expectantly the newness of the changing seasons in my world, I also wait expectantly this change.
Celebrating the beauty of the passing season and anticipating the beauty of the new season.
simple faith
Labels: Life, Spiritual Journey
