It is usually pretty late in the evening before John and I really get to get comfortable and just sit and relax. In the warmer months John likes to put on some shorts and an atheletic tee top and sit in his chair and run the channels.
A few nights ago, we had just sit down and started watching some TV, it was quiet in the house, peaceful. John spoke up and said, "Honey, is this what you call spaghetti straps?" (he was pointing to his tank top that he had on)
Of course, I start laughing my head off, "Noooo, that is NOT what you call spaghetti straps. If you start wearing spaghetti straps, I will be worried!"
Maybe we need to turn the TV off and start working on some fashion terms in our little abode. I would sure hate for him to tell someone he is into spaghetti straps, not a manly thing.
Graditude: Laughs.
Prayer: Help us to keep a good sense of humor.
Monday, May 18, 2009
Saturday, May 9, 2009
A Heart Still Breaking
This is the hardest post I have written. I have been debating for a long time whether to write it or not. I will have to tell a secret on myself and that is hard. But maybe it will help me heal a little more.
A year ago I went to the emergency room. No one knew I was going but John and the kids. I was having heart palpatations, hurting between my shoulders and short breath, and I had been experiencing it for about a week. My family was worried and I was concerned myself. This particular day it just seemed worse. After spending the whole afternoon there - all tests came back fine. I was so embarassed, I felt like an idiot.
What was wrong with me? I made my family all promise to not tell anyone. They all got upset with me for feeling that way about myself.
But with the tests all fine, we knew what the problem was. I was grieving for my mother. We all grieve differently. There is no right or wrong way. I tend to hold it in, put up a good front. I seem to do fine most of the time. February 15 - her birthday, I am fine. April 5 - the day she passed, I tend to do fine because it is John's birthday and I focus on that. But Mother's Day just seems to hurt so bad.
No, May 11, 2008- Mother's Day - I was not having a heart attack - I just had a heart still breaking.
Gratitude: I am so thankful Violet Farr was my mother.
Prayer: Dear Lord, please continue to heal all our broken hearts.
A year ago I went to the emergency room. No one knew I was going but John and the kids. I was having heart palpatations, hurting between my shoulders and short breath, and I had been experiencing it for about a week. My family was worried and I was concerned myself. This particular day it just seemed worse. After spending the whole afternoon there - all tests came back fine. I was so embarassed, I felt like an idiot.
What was wrong with me? I made my family all promise to not tell anyone. They all got upset with me for feeling that way about myself.
But with the tests all fine, we knew what the problem was. I was grieving for my mother. We all grieve differently. There is no right or wrong way. I tend to hold it in, put up a good front. I seem to do fine most of the time. February 15 - her birthday, I am fine. April 5 - the day she passed, I tend to do fine because it is John's birthday and I focus on that. But Mother's Day just seems to hurt so bad.
No, May 11, 2008- Mother's Day - I was not having a heart attack - I just had a heart still breaking.
Gratitude: I am so thankful Violet Farr was my mother.
Prayer: Dear Lord, please continue to heal all our broken hearts.
Sunday, May 3, 2009
One of My Forms of Discipline
This is a post of a memory that I want to get written down so I never forget it. I think this is funny. And I hope it has been enough years that my kids will get a chuckle out of this also.
I guess all parents come up with different ways of discipline when raising small ones - some good, some not. I am reminded of this particular "form of discipline" from time to time in church.
J.C. and Kalyn really did not argue that often, they got along most of the time. But as with all siblings living under the same roof, there is going to be an argument from time to time. When they would start raising those little voices in anger, I would start singing "Angry words, O let them never
from the tongue unbridled slip........" They would immediatly stop arguing and turn on ME, "MMMMoooooooooooooooooomm." Well, stop arguing.
Needless to say, my children do not like that song even today. But I chuckle everytime I hear it.
And you know what, I just bet they both do this same thing some day - and sorta grin when they do it.
Gratitude: Thank for our imaginations to come up with these clever ideas!
Prayer: That I REALLY take the words to that song and apply them to my life. Let me always choose my words carefully.
I guess all parents come up with different ways of discipline when raising small ones - some good, some not. I am reminded of this particular "form of discipline" from time to time in church.
J.C. and Kalyn really did not argue that often, they got along most of the time. But as with all siblings living under the same roof, there is going to be an argument from time to time. When they would start raising those little voices in anger, I would start singing "Angry words, O let them never
from the tongue unbridled slip........" They would immediatly stop arguing and turn on ME, "MMMMoooooooooooooooooomm." Well, stop arguing.
Needless to say, my children do not like that song even today. But I chuckle everytime I hear it.
And you know what, I just bet they both do this same thing some day - and sorta grin when they do it.
Gratitude: Thank for our imaginations to come up with these clever ideas!
Prayer: That I REALLY take the words to that song and apply them to my life. Let me always choose my words carefully.
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