Yesterday

I found them like this… can they be any cuter?  They got up, went downstairs to find me.  When they couldn’t, they took it upon themselves to be intelligent, loving, amazing boys.  All this WITHOUT me yelling at them “TATE YOU BETTER READ THAT BOOK TO YOUR BROTHER OR IMMA GONNA…” j/k…

My Husband and his sleeping…

On Friday night we spent some much needed quality time together around the house, and went to bed early.  **side story** A handful of times in our (almost) 8 years of marriage, my Husband has hit me, yelled at me or woke me up to tell me important things about “web sites and pages” in the wee hours of the night **side note ends here** Friday night I got hit again, in the nose.  I thought he head butted me and upon me sassily yelling ” HEY!  You just head butted me!”  He informed me that it was only his elbow, not his forehead… phew!  My bad!

Then last night, I guess he had a dream that I posted some “lego nerd pictures” on his flicker lego nerd site.  You see, my Husband builds grand lego creations and shares them with an online lego community of men.  I swear the rest of them live in their mother’s basement and haven’t had a date in years, except to go play “D&D” with all the other basement dwellers…. any who… He was so excited that I had put pictures on the site (in his dream) that he started snuggling up to me and rubbing my back in the wee hours of the night.

My bed can be a dangerous place… you never know what will happen!

team schron

anyone want some of this… we’ll take you out!  he hee…

Top This

If you can top the randomness of this story… I will happily PAY YOU $5… (I know it isn’t a lot, but that is 5 items at the 99¢ Store… come on… let me see some excitement!)

Last night while I was reading one of the Odyssey books to my boys (mom points!) someone called and left a message.  I checked the caller id later to see who it was.  It was a name I didn’t know, so I decided to actually check the message.  (Not that I don’t check it if it is someone I know, but we get so many calls from tele-marketers trying to lower our mortgage rate or offer us assistance we don’t need that I have a resistance to answering the phone!)

On with the story.  The man on the message wanted to let me know… get this… that he dialed “OLD FART” on the key pad and it was our number.  He was nice enough to let me know that I didn’t sound like an old fart, but nonetheless he wanted me to know.

If you know me, and know me well, you know this brought me an immeasurable amount of joy.  I no longer have to give people my phone number.  I get to tell them to call “OLD FART”…. Does it get any better?  FYI if your number starts with “653″ you are old…. but what “old” are you?  Try to figure it out and let me know…

Husbands!

My Hubby was gone from Thursday to Sunday camping… and he took the boys… and organized the details and food for 11 other Dad’s and their sons… I hear they had a fantastic, dirty… and um…very MALE weekend.  (make sure to let me know if you read this and say… “I have a Husband and a son”… so we can put you on the list for the next trip!)

Any who… I was thinking today about how great he is.  I think as a woman… I know how to worry.  I could be a professional worrier as I am sure most of you ladies could be also!  But… do we really know how heavy the role of leader, provider, protector, lover… really is?  With all this economic stuff going on… how much heavier is it?  So I decided to do a couple things today… nothing huge… but things I know he likes, and I am doing them without him having to ask!

First I ironed shirts and pants for the rest of the week, and hung them in outfits complete with ties in the closet.  I always have good intentions to do this in the morning (did I mention my Husband leaves the house at 5:15 AM?), but it just doesn’t happen.  I am baking fresh bread to go with dinner tonight.  This I do do (he hee Steph!) often, but he loves it nonetheless.  I washed the sheets and put them on all by myself.  He usually helps me just before we go to bed, but now he can fall into bed with clean sheets at the end of his long day!  (okay I am really tempted to insert a joke about sheets right now, but won’t… still had to let you know that though!)

My point being… I need to remember to go over normal responsibilities to show my Husband love and respect.  Many of our situations are looking really discouraging right now, but doesn’t being with those you love trump all worry and despair?  So what can you do for your Husband, or a loved one, to show them some extra love today?  This week?

Sometimes the smallest things can make the biggest impact…

i feel pretty…

oh so pretty, i feel pretty and whitty and… no.. this is not a political post…

Here is a confession that you all already know, but i am not brave enough to talk about often… You see, in my teens and early twenties, I had gorgeous skin.  Never pimples.  I stayed out of the sun.  It was like porcelain.  People would stop me and ask me what product I used…. Fast forward to about 5 years ago.  I went to a dermatologist because I had started having “issues” and he said I had adult acne… gasp… I though he was CRAZY!  He prescribed me some medicine that didn’t work.  

I was so discouraged that I have spent the last 4 years since being horrified by mirrors.  

I went to the doctor again a week and a half ago.  He gave me some medicines.  And I almost feel like crying when I look in the mirror because I can see such a difference.  Now, my face feels like the Sahara Desert (and this lack of humidity and wind isn’t helping) but the difference is HUGE!!! It is like a dream come true…

Still can’t believe I’m talking about this….

I swear…

I want to blog…. I just haven’t. No good excuse to feed you… The boys are going camping this weekend, leaving me behind… so maybe I’ll find inspiration in my loneliness! Love to all of you!

what a way to start…

homeschooling.  this is our first full, intense, make sure we hit every subject week.  i have had an INTENSE migraine for two days… and i woke up this morning and i think it has lifted… just in time for 2 client, 1 church and 1 sub-contractor meeting(s) today…

On the bright side…

I just read a friends blog, and her “on the bright side” is that there are no earthquakes where she is living.  

I was just downstairs… battling ants.  I am upstairs… battling ants.  They are in the walls so they are coming out everywhere.  This “homemaker” is trying everything to keep them under control.  Tomorrow is the day I will “sprinkle” and killer stuff around the outside of the house, and anywhere else I see those little buggers!

Just before I read my friends “on the bright side”, I was thinking, “well… at least the ants are making me clean”… that was just after I had to pull my huge sectional sofa out from the wall (all by myself) to get to the ants, but at least that meant I vacuumed behind the sofa!  

My bright side for the day!

tears

i was thinking today about crying… maybe i’m a little behind in the game… but i was thinking about those situations when words just can’t express the depth of our emotions… God gave us the ability to not only express grief by way of words, he gave us a tangible, physiological means by which to express how much we are hurting… the connection between thought and feeling, the process that moves our body to respond…