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.
Friday, April 24, 2009
Thank You, Honey
Oh the sacrifices spouses have to make sometimes. When it comes to food, mine is the best.
Tuesday is weigh in day for my Weight Watchers meetings. I eat very little on Tuesdays, very little. A couple of weeks ago some of our very best friends from church called me at work and asked us to come over for lunch - it was a Tuesday. Of course I said yes. After I hung up, I paniced.
I went to pick John up as usual for lunch and on our way I said "Now, honey, we have to make a plan. I can control what I put on my plate, but the dessert will already be dished up, so when we get dessert you eat yours and I will just take a couple of bites and slide the rest of mine over to you and you finish it for me. Nobody will notice." He said "Deal."
Well, usually dessert is a small to normal portion at their house. But, they had bought two cakes from their precious great-grandson for a fundraiser. They had cut a good slice of both cakes and put on both our plates. John's eyes got hugh. I looked at him like "you can do this." John ate his, I ate a couple small bites off mine and slid it over to him - he ate it. He was sick.
John gained three pounds. I lost 1.6.
Thank you, honey.
Gratitude: For all John's support in this weight loss journey I am on.
Prayer: I pray daily for God's help to keep me focused on this journey.
Tuesday is weigh in day for my Weight Watchers meetings. I eat very little on Tuesdays, very little. A couple of weeks ago some of our very best friends from church called me at work and asked us to come over for lunch - it was a Tuesday. Of course I said yes. After I hung up, I paniced.
I went to pick John up as usual for lunch and on our way I said "Now, honey, we have to make a plan. I can control what I put on my plate, but the dessert will already be dished up, so when we get dessert you eat yours and I will just take a couple of bites and slide the rest of mine over to you and you finish it for me. Nobody will notice." He said "Deal."
Well, usually dessert is a small to normal portion at their house. But, they had bought two cakes from their precious great-grandson for a fundraiser. They had cut a good slice of both cakes and put on both our plates. John's eyes got hugh. I looked at him like "you can do this." John ate his, I ate a couple small bites off mine and slid it over to him - he ate it. He was sick.
John gained three pounds. I lost 1.6.
Thank you, honey.
Gratitude: For all John's support in this weight loss journey I am on.
Prayer: I pray daily for God's help to keep me focused on this journey.
Thursday, April 16, 2009
I Killed A Snake !!
Can you believe that?!
Spring has sprung and that means yard work. It takes me a while to get started, but once I do I am addicted. I love planting my little plants and watering and watching them grow. I love the way my yard comes to life by the end of May. And it is beautiful in the summer.
Every year when I go out to begin cleaning out the flower beds, John always says "watch for snakes." Well, I went out and started cleaning and pulling weeds and raking and sure enough - I uncovered a SNAKE! Now, I hate snakes, I am scared to death of them. Usually I scream and run. But I guess at the ripe old age of 47 I knew I could handle this situation. I calmly walked over and got my grubbing hoe and walked back and chopped it into - 3 times! When asked what kind of snake I said "a live one!"
You know I would always think of Grandma Clampett when Mom would call me and tell me she had killed a snake or skunk or coon or whatever. Of course she usually used a gun, but she did use the ol' grubbing hoe at times. I guess I am slowly turning more into my mom as the years roll by.
I will never be as brave as Mom or Grandma Clampett. I will still scream and run when I see skunks or a snake with much size to it or just about any other living wild life, but for today I am going to feel smug because I did kill a snake!
Gratitude: My health so I can work in my yard and I am thankful I enjoy it.
Prayer: Please let everyone have the kindness to not ask what size the snake was. It does not really matter.
Spring has sprung and that means yard work. It takes me a while to get started, but once I do I am addicted. I love planting my little plants and watering and watching them grow. I love the way my yard comes to life by the end of May. And it is beautiful in the summer.
Every year when I go out to begin cleaning out the flower beds, John always says "watch for snakes." Well, I went out and started cleaning and pulling weeds and raking and sure enough - I uncovered a SNAKE! Now, I hate snakes, I am scared to death of them. Usually I scream and run. But I guess at the ripe old age of 47 I knew I could handle this situation. I calmly walked over and got my grubbing hoe and walked back and chopped it into - 3 times! When asked what kind of snake I said "a live one!"
You know I would always think of Grandma Clampett when Mom would call me and tell me she had killed a snake or skunk or coon or whatever. Of course she usually used a gun, but she did use the ol' grubbing hoe at times. I guess I am slowly turning more into my mom as the years roll by.
I will never be as brave as Mom or Grandma Clampett. I will still scream and run when I see skunks or a snake with much size to it or just about any other living wild life, but for today I am going to feel smug because I did kill a snake!
Gratitude: My health so I can work in my yard and I am thankful I enjoy it.
Prayer: Please let everyone have the kindness to not ask what size the snake was. It does not really matter.
Thursday, April 2, 2009
I Cried In J.C.Penny's
Anyone who knows me knows I have always been an emotional person. It does not take much to get the tears to rolling. Happy or sad tears. Here is one of my latest episodes.
When the kids were home for spring break we went to San Angelo shopping one day. This has always been a favorite pass time of ours. All four of us love getting out and even if we do not have the funds to buy anything all four of us love to look. My favorite son-in-law does not share this passion with us, so since he was not able to come with Kalyn we decided to go to San Angelo one day that we had together.
We went to the mall. When we were in Penny's I told Kalyn that I wanted to just try on a size smaller pant. I picked out a pair, went to the dressing room, slipped them on, I was able to hook them and zip them up. I was not uncomfortable, I stepped out to show Kalyn. She said that they looked good. I said, "Kalyn, I have not been able to fit in this size in over 25 years." Tears filled my eyes. It was exciting.
No one knows how hard it is to lose weight unless they have had to do it.
For me, it is the hardest job on earth.
No, I am not small - I have a long ways to go. But I am happy with the success I have had to this point.
Gratitude: I am so thankful for the support my boss (and friend) has given me on this journey. It has made it so much more fun and easier.
Prayer: That I can continue to stay focused on my goal until I reach it.
When the kids were home for spring break we went to San Angelo shopping one day. This has always been a favorite pass time of ours. All four of us love getting out and even if we do not have the funds to buy anything all four of us love to look. My favorite son-in-law does not share this passion with us, so since he was not able to come with Kalyn we decided to go to San Angelo one day that we had together.
We went to the mall. When we were in Penny's I told Kalyn that I wanted to just try on a size smaller pant. I picked out a pair, went to the dressing room, slipped them on, I was able to hook them and zip them up. I was not uncomfortable, I stepped out to show Kalyn. She said that they looked good. I said, "Kalyn, I have not been able to fit in this size in over 25 years." Tears filled my eyes. It was exciting.
No one knows how hard it is to lose weight unless they have had to do it.
For me, it is the hardest job on earth.
No, I am not small - I have a long ways to go. But I am happy with the success I have had to this point.
Gratitude: I am so thankful for the support my boss (and friend) has given me on this journey. It has made it so much more fun and easier.
Prayer: That I can continue to stay focused on my goal until I reach it.
Sunday, March 29, 2009
"She Was a Sweetie"
I went with John to his heart doctor appointment this past week and as we were leaving the examining room there right in front of me sat Donna.
Donna was mother's heart doctors nurse. We got to "know" each other over the years as I would take Mom to her appointments and many times I called her on the phone to ask a question when I would get worried about Mom or needed help with her medicines. Doctors and nurses have so many patients you just do not expect them to remember you, especially after two years. But Donna's face lit up and she smiled. I smiled back and said hi. She got up and came around the desk and asked how I was doing. I said good. She asked if that was my husband with me and I told her yes that he was seeing Dr. Burger and everything seems to be going good. She looked me in the eye and said "You're really doing okay?" Knowing her meaning I said, " Yes, I miss her so much."
Donna said, "She was a sweetie."
"Yes, she was a sweetheart - my best friend."
Gratitude: I am thankful that sweetie was my mother.
Prayer: I pray that when I die I will have lived the life that even after years of passing, my doctor's nurse will still remember me and say "she was a sweetie."
Donna was mother's heart doctors nurse. We got to "know" each other over the years as I would take Mom to her appointments and many times I called her on the phone to ask a question when I would get worried about Mom or needed help with her medicines. Doctors and nurses have so many patients you just do not expect them to remember you, especially after two years. But Donna's face lit up and she smiled. I smiled back and said hi. She got up and came around the desk and asked how I was doing. I said good. She asked if that was my husband with me and I told her yes that he was seeing Dr. Burger and everything seems to be going good. She looked me in the eye and said "You're really doing okay?" Knowing her meaning I said, " Yes, I miss her so much."
Donna said, "She was a sweetie."
"Yes, she was a sweetheart - my best friend."
Gratitude: I am thankful that sweetie was my mother.
Prayer: I pray that when I die I will have lived the life that even after years of passing, my doctor's nurse will still remember me and say "she was a sweetie."
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