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Monday, January 8, 2018

Taking stock

This past Sunday(yesterday) I went to my best friend’s from high school dad’s memorial service.  He was one of those cool beings.  He was the captain of a ship for decades.  He even looked the part.  Tall and lanky, beard, pipe, blonde.  I always thought he was one of the coolest men I knew.

I haven’t seen my friend in decades either.  We keep in touch through email and Facebook.  The ridiculous part is that we live less than 1/2 hour from each other.  Sheesh.  Make an effort! ( talking to myself )

Well, it was time well spent.  I have thought many times to pop in and say hi to them.  The parents.  They live right down the street from my parents. My parents live 7 minutes away from me.  I always meant to ask her if they still lived there.  Never did either.

I did tell her mom yesterday I would pop in, she was so happy to hear that.

This Sunday reminded me of something. Time to take stock about the important things.

I don’t understand people who cut themselves off. I have to respect their rejection, but I don’t understand it.  Rejection is a harsh word, but keeping it real, here.

Taking stock.  It’s part of my effort to be more intentional.  I can’t do everything I want, but I can do more than I have been doing. I have to be intentional about life.  About people. About my faith.

Life is passing me by and I’m watching it.  Time to stop watching it and start living it.

On another note, we celebrated another Gotcha Day!  Our Chinese peanut has been part of our family/hearts/lives for 8 years. I don’t remember life without her.  Which is right.

And it has been butt cold around here for way too long.  Seriously way too long.  There is a reason we don’t live in Vermont.  That’d be it.  But this week it’s suppose to go back to the 30s during the day and the teens at night.  That’s more like it. It’s been in the single digits during the day and below -5 at night. NOT COOL, PEOPLE!

Ok. Back to school. I have to finish my class for today while one does her math and the other finished writing.

Speaking of school, we are doing a whole new program next year and the research for that is a killer.  Pray for me if you think of it.

Be true.  And seek HIM deeply.

 Woof. 



Tuesday, January 2, 2018

Lemons

When life gives you lemons, put the in the fridge and use them everyday for 100 things.  Squeeze a lemon into your water as an extra bonus to help you heal!!!

I've made lemonade.

Life has to give you WAY too many lemons for that.  And then you may be on the border of LIFE SUCKS with all those lemons.

So go for refreshing lemon water.

Everyday you remember life is hard, but GOD is good.

How was your New YEAR?!?

Ours was pretty decent.  You know you're getting old when the thought of coming home at 12:30ish in 3 degree weather is just not worth whatever you could do.  I love my friends.  I really do.  But I think I hate the cold so much more.  SO that being said, we stayed home.  My parents came over for dinner, which was so nice!  And then we did the cool thing!!

We decide to let the girls stay up until midnight and...

We introduced the girls to Psych!!



It came back on Prime!  So, woo-hoo!!

Man, Sean and Gus were young.  And I really so very much enjoyed the season the first time around, and then on Netflix, so I thought it wouldn't be as fun. 

I was wrong!  I remembered why I enjoyed it so much!

And the girls love it!

Which means there is now something to look forward to on movie night.  That and Bringing Up Bates.

We are not that family that just plops down and watches tv anytime.  We are intentional about those things.  Son Jr. watches news like an addict.  But the rest of us have a better concept of time.

Well, a little better.

Today we start school again.  We are off to a late start because for the first time, I let the girls wake up at whatever time they wanted during Christmas break, and they didn't come bouncing down stairs at 8 anyway!  THEY ACTUALLY SLEPT IN!!!!

Like they were normal or something.  LOL.

So, we have school, I have class, a Costco run, post office, and maybe the JCC.

Maybe.  It's on my Commmit30 for Thursday for sure, but I can squeeze it in today, we will see...

Here are some weekend pictures: 

I screen shoted ( is that a real word?) this, because its true.  Specially in my marriage, where its probably most important.  And with my kids, where its second most important. 


The only place I don't stay quiet is in football.  But that's another story for another day.


My journaling life is back!!And please take a moment to admire my quilt.  My best friend made it for me for my birthday.  She is a quilter and she knows me well.  Isn't it gorgeous?!?!  The answer is yes, its gorgeous!  


Seeing as how its been high of 17 for longer than the past week, The Man took Missy and Boo skating.  It would never occur to him to take them skating in a rink.  He calls that a concrete fish bowl that you can only go one way or the concrete fishbowl police yell at you.  He likes his view like this better.  And he likes to go any direction he wants.  Who can blame him?!  Everyone in the family has skates.  Yes even me.  Bahahahaha.  


What you can't see is the 3-4 layers on these girlies.  Or maybe you can.  LOL.  

My man knows all the places to do this.  Both lakes and ponds as well as man made outdoor rinks that are free and fun, and of course, outside.

Ok, back to life.

Seek HIM deeply.






Saturday, December 30, 2017

New Ideas

I was talking to my daughter the other day.  I bought the Commit 30 planner and I have mapped out the year.  Not BIG things, just I have failed to plan for the past few years, therefore, I have accomplished none of my goals.

In fact, I didn't even know what my goals were until I was made to think about them.

I have some great ideas!

Who knew?!?

Take my word for it, they are not extraordinary, just great for me.

Back to my talk with my daughter.  I told her how I found my old blog again, you know, the one before this one. I had such a great time remembering things I had totally forgotten about!

Specially since my memory is like a sieve.

True story.

So here I am.  One of my goals is to blog at least once a week. Woof.  It seems like a lot.  But then I look and I used to blog ALL time!  Several times a week, even.  I should be able to do this.  So here I go.

Again.

Catch up.

We have 6 grand kids!  SIX!  I wouldn't trade the blessing for all the money, fame or fortune in the world!  The simplicity of loving them is the blessing.  Can I just say, they are so beautiful.  Honest.

My girls are in that crazy-in-between month.  You know.  The month when they are BOTH the same age!  Being 11 month apart does that. And they have so much fun with it.  I digress.  The younger one has so much fun with it.  The older one keeps looking at the calendar, not in resentment, just in paintently waiting for next month.


Speaking of the Irish twins:

Yes, the younger one, is WAY taller than the older one.

How much does she love that?  Let me count the ways.  



People!! Guess what?!?!?!  Monk & Psych is on Amazon Prime!!

Blast from the past!

I'm trying to watch as much as I can before school begins again.  In 3 days.  You know that Christmas song?  Its beginning to look a lot like Christmas? You know how it says, ' And mom and dad can hardly wait for school to start again...'

HA!

I am rather enjoying my girls.  No school, no set schedules, no real rhyme or reason.  Just life.  I can't imagine want to get rid of my kids and singing about it.  duh.

Granted it would be WAY MORE FUN if it wasn't a mere 11 degrees outside.  At noon. 

Woe to me.

Come 3 more day, back to schooling.  That be will ok as well.  Beginning the Revolutionary Way Era.  Wo-Hoo!  That should be fun.  Maybe I can even talk the man into taking us to Boston for the weekend, doing there Patriot's Walk! And other historical areas.  We did that with our younger kids.  It was fantastic! 

I should put that in my Commit 30!

OK.

Time to go to Costco.

On a Saturday.

Before New Years.

Talk about planning to fail.









Tuesday, August 8, 2017

Hi. I am an addict.

I am an addict.

It's true.  Both John and I have have addictive tendencies.  In reality, I think everyone has them, just that some have them badly and some not so badly.  Some pick bad things to be addicted to, some understand and make good efforts guide themselves.

So, in order to fulfill my addictive tendencies, and not be useless to my faith, family, or society, I do things like listen to congressional hearings on youtube while doing chores or paper work.

And talk radio.

And I discovered podcasts!!!

OK.  I shouldn't pluralize it.  I listen to 2 and a half podcast.

SO FAR.

But my favorite one is Ben Shapiro.

I found this guy before the elections and couldn't help but be impressed.  I feel like I finally found a soul that gets it!

I missed listening to his stuff during vacation.  NOT because he isn't on my podcast app and ready to go, but more along this lines of, WHO HAD THE TIME?!?!?!  With all those grand babies to hold and hug and rock and sing to and stare at and kiss?!?!?  Seriously.  Ben who?

These babies...

I can get lost in looking a them.  For along time.  And they distract me in all the right ways.

And if it wasn't grand babies...hello?  Daughters?  Sky watching to do.  Talks to have.  Movies to watch.  Jokes to share. Life to experience.

Back to Ben.

Welcome to one of my addictions.  This guy is so smart AND has common sense.  A very unusual combination.  One can almost forgive that he graduated from UCLA.  Or at the very least, forget.  I was listening to the podcast during morning chores and shower today.

I have to share.



This is the youtube version.  I don't know how to share podcasts.

It got me thinking.  The first past of the podcast was about men and women.  And all I can say is THANK YOU.

SHEESH.  The level of ignorance and willful willing sheeple-ness.  ( I know.  That's not a real word. Work with me. I have things to do, places to go, people to see. No time to find the perfect word.)

I know liberals hate him.  I think he came up with the quote, 'facts don't care about your feeling'.  Truth.  Not that we need to be cold hearted, but lets get to the facts.

So...

As I told my youngest son, 'son, you have addictive tendencies, like most of America.  But being 1/2 Irish, they are pretty powerful.  Pick your addictions.  You can fight and overcome some. But you can't over come it all.  Be wise.  Be holy.  Be real.

Now, off to catch up on my podcasts!  Car rides are the best for listening!!!!












Monday, January 9, 2017

Thankfully, we are not robots.

My neighbor came over last night ( during the game ) and we got to talking again.  This seems to happen when people knock on our door.  They come in and problems get solved.  

Well, at least in our heads.

We talked football.  Children.  Winter. School.  Our houses and the maintenance they create. Adoption. Overcoming.

When she left, it felt like time well spent.  Even though I was watching the game from the corner of my eyes at the beginning.

My neighbor is not a believer.  She doesn't have to be.  Though GOD comes into every conversation because it is part of my life, it doesn't bother her, and I know she doesn't agree with everything I believe in.  And that's ok.

The issue of victim-hood came into the conversation last night.  Her child goes to catholic school, and all that it brings.  Don't get me wrong.  If we didn't homeschool, my kids would go to catholic school.  Even if we are not catholic.  Christian school wouldn't be an option.  I'm not impressed.  And public school? No.  Just no. 

Anyway, I was telling her how in group activities, kids usually prefer not to have Elena on their team.  Because she just can't.  But she can.  She is constantly being told, you're not going to win, but you will!  Maybe not first place, but there is something to be said about accomplishing personal goals!  No you don't have to capability to compete with a 'healthy' bodied peer, but that doesn't mean you can't do it.  Win your own battles.  

She was shocked that I didn't tell my daughter she could do anything she wants to.  She can't!! And it's ok!!  She can do a lot.  But she can never be her little sister, who seems to win every race she competes in.  Or her brother who has daredevil tendencies. 

It was a new concept for my friend.

My daughter is not a victim of bullying or put downs.  Nor because she doesn't get bullied or put down, she does;  but the best gift I can give my children besides seeking holiness, it not to be someone who has to be catered to.  Please excuse my ending with a preposition.

Oh the tears.  Oh the feeling of failure.  Oh the disappointment.

But.

But my child, moving on and being strong minded is the power that no one can take from you.

You can't change people.  You can't change attitudes.  You can't change opinions.  But you can control your reaction.  And victim-hood is not the answer.  What a joke. 


This is our child of hope.  ( the plaque behind her is my favorite quote.  Ever.  It applies to everyone.)
Her smile, her perseverance, her joy, her struggles, her smarts, her laughter...be still my heart.

What a gift!!

How can I  make her a victim?!?

Go against the tide, my child.  The world has nothing to offer.  

Stand on the 2 feet GOD gave you.

Use the courage and strength HE instilled in you.

And go serve your GOD everywhere HE places you.

And you will conquer the world!  Or at the very least, the corner HE gave you.







Wednesday, March 16, 2016

I am in the process of making herbal medicines. It's kind of cool. 

But this cracked me up. 

I had Samuel take a whiff of slippery elm and I asked him of what it reminded him. 

" I don't know. I can't place it. Cinnamon maybe. Another herb I can't place. "

"Doesn't it remind you of cough syrup?!?"  

" I don't know. I've never had cough syrup." 

Well there you go. 

Yes the kid has been sick, though not often. And when he has been sick, we dealt with it, well, not the allopathic way. Most of his life, and quite frankly all of the girl's American life, they haven't known any different. 

And can I get amen. 

Friday, February 26, 2016

When sports changes your life...

I don't know what got me thinking about high school last night.

I was so disjointed from my family most of my life.  Not really their fault.  Not really mine.  Even if there was bad stuff going on, it has been past the time to go back and dwell there.  My parents and I are in a good place.

Anyway, because I felt so uncomfortable at home, I joined every sport and club in school.  I left early in the morning to go to the library to read before school started.  Oh how I love the library.  I stayed after school for meetings and sports.

And boy do I love sports.

It got me thinking how sports are not just about challenging yourself, but about bringing people together.

Even if you are not the one playing, just watching.

There seems to be a big we-have-so-much-in-common, even when all you have in common is you like the same football/baseball/hockey/basketball/whatever team.  

I remember one day, as a lowly freshman who just wanted to melt into the background and survive, I wore my much-begged-for-for-Christmas Steelers t-shirt.  Didn't think much about it.  But it produced a great friendship that would have never have happened unless I was wearing that shirt.  Anthony looked at me as though I just appeared out of no where and said,"You like the Steelers??!!?"

Being from Jersey, it was either the Jets or Giants.

But of course I did!!  We got to talking and the next thing we knew,  though there was truly nothing we had in common except the Steelers, we developed a 4 year friendship that took us through school work, encouraging each other through our own sport struggles and victories, dealing with relationships ( no we never dated, we had something better than that) , me being a punk and liking 'weird' music he would constantly laugh about, and him being a jock, and so typical, is was just a life waiting to be mocked.  By me.  lol.

We certainly had a friendship that confused the daylights out of everybody in school.

I wonder where Anthony is today.

No matter where he is, I can tell you this...I know he is still a Steelers fan.  And should I see him one day, I bet the first thing we talk about are the Steelers.  Then we will get into family and life.

It seems as though faith is suppose to bring people together like that.  And it does for the most part.  Except we get so off kilter about our faith, in a way that doesn't exist in sports.  Probably because we  think we have to be right, as opposed to holy. That doesn't happen in sports.

Those of you who live in HIM, don't let sports be better at life than your faith.  Remember these are brothers and sisters in HIS Grace, just like you.  Can you call someone out on their sin?  Sure.  What kind of jerks would we be if we didn't.  But when you start  on arguing about your personal excuses, well, you already lost the argument.  If its not all about Jesus, it is not worth dishonoring HIM by dragging HIM into our excuses.

That being said.

Go Steelers!!!

And seek HIM.  Deeply.