Sunday, July 10, 2011
Heavenly Father
Alex is 11 years old now and nearing adolescence. Tons of hormones, peer pressure, and temptations. Through all of this, he loves his Heavenly Father. He doesn't say much about it to me, but it is obvious when he prays. He starts every prayer with, "My dear, kind, gracious, dear Heavenly Father". Yes, he does say "dear" twice, every time. Danny and I peek at each other and just smile. He is a very sweet boy.
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
This is me
Thursday, February 3, 2011
Blah, blah, blah and Loss
I have not blogged in a while, there are several reasons for this. I have yet to receive a single comment on anything I have posted. I must assume no one reads what I have to say. I cannot blame you as I am an extremely garrulous person and very little of what I say has any real importance. I am not actually looking for sympathy or wanting anyone to disagree with this generally known fact. I am coming to know myself and although I have very many faults I also find that I have a great many redeeming qualities.
One positive thing about myself is that I love to sew. I am coming to realize that I am much more of an amateur seamstress than I realized. I have been sewing for six years and still I have often to explain what I have made. My loving husband often smiles at me and says it's fantastic, rather like you would to a preschooler who presents you with an unidentifiable drawing. Last week I actually placed my finger under the presser foot to hold something in place, rather than use a pin, and proceeded to sew directly through my finger nail.
I have a shop on Etsy, I will not give you the link, I am ashamed of it although I have made three sales. I posted an experiment that turned out OK and I had no need for it myself, I can only assume that the person who bought it was in an extremely charitable mood. The other items I have sold were gag gifts, a wide eyed green sperm and an accompanying egg pouch that it could penetrate. It is a rather funny little thing, but I don't feel much pride in it as I would actually like to bring beauty, creativity, and some wholesomeness to the world. I occasionally wish that I was a comedian, but I am not funny, and I don't really want my efforts at creating things to be laughable.
I am not funny, as stated before, nor am I extremely bright, I am neither very well liked or well respected (which I have earned), I am not accomplished or highly educated. I am however a woman of experience, understanding, some wisdom, and aside from a couple black spots on my heart (metaphorically) I am very loving, caring, and compassionate.
It is good for me to know myself, all of me. Then no one can say anything about my charter that I am not already aware of. No one can lessen my opinion of myself. I am grounded and stable, I know me and I like me.
We had a great loss today. Danny's brother passed away this morning. Jeremy was 34 years old, only 13 months older than my husband. They were thick as thieves. As a child Jeremy had a strong sense for self preservation. Any time anything a bit scary came up he would say, "Danny do it first." And any time anything came up for which he could get into a bit of trouble, he would say, "Danny did it!" Danny rode a horse first, and apparently Danny also wet Jeremy's pants. Danny became so accustomed to being blamed for things, that when he picked every blossom off of his grandmother's flowers, he proudly announced, "Danny did it!" There are many good things to be said about a good man, but I am not the proper person to present a eulogy for him. It will not be here, however I think we will spend a lot of time at home and among family remembering this wonderful man.
One positive thing about myself is that I love to sew. I am coming to realize that I am much more of an amateur seamstress than I realized. I have been sewing for six years and still I have often to explain what I have made. My loving husband often smiles at me and says it's fantastic, rather like you would to a preschooler who presents you with an unidentifiable drawing. Last week I actually placed my finger under the presser foot to hold something in place, rather than use a pin, and proceeded to sew directly through my finger nail.
I have a shop on Etsy, I will not give you the link, I am ashamed of it although I have made three sales. I posted an experiment that turned out OK and I had no need for it myself, I can only assume that the person who bought it was in an extremely charitable mood. The other items I have sold were gag gifts, a wide eyed green sperm and an accompanying egg pouch that it could penetrate. It is a rather funny little thing, but I don't feel much pride in it as I would actually like to bring beauty, creativity, and some wholesomeness to the world. I occasionally wish that I was a comedian, but I am not funny, and I don't really want my efforts at creating things to be laughable.
I am not funny, as stated before, nor am I extremely bright, I am neither very well liked or well respected (which I have earned), I am not accomplished or highly educated. I am however a woman of experience, understanding, some wisdom, and aside from a couple black spots on my heart (metaphorically) I am very loving, caring, and compassionate.
It is good for me to know myself, all of me. Then no one can say anything about my charter that I am not already aware of. No one can lessen my opinion of myself. I am grounded and stable, I know me and I like me.
We had a great loss today. Danny's brother passed away this morning. Jeremy was 34 years old, only 13 months older than my husband. They were thick as thieves. As a child Jeremy had a strong sense for self preservation. Any time anything a bit scary came up he would say, "Danny do it first." And any time anything came up for which he could get into a bit of trouble, he would say, "Danny did it!" Danny rode a horse first, and apparently Danny also wet Jeremy's pants. Danny became so accustomed to being blamed for things, that when he picked every blossom off of his grandmother's flowers, he proudly announced, "Danny did it!" There are many good things to be said about a good man, but I am not the proper person to present a eulogy for him. It will not be here, however I think we will spend a lot of time at home and among family remembering this wonderful man.
Monday, January 24, 2011
Guess What!
Yes, this is an announcement. I know it's soon to say, but we're sooo excited! I'm already 8 weeks along and due in early September. The babies will be 15 months apart. There will be ALOT of diapers at our house!
Friday, January 7, 2011
Inefficency
Yesterday as I stepped out of the bath tub I realized that there was no towel to dry myself with. Apparently I am the only one in the house capable of stocking clean towels in the bathroom, and I had forgotten that day. I checked the floor below the towel rack because little hands often pull the towels down while drying, and NEVER pick them up. Thankfully there was a hand towel there, better than nothing. As I began drying myself a patch at a time. I was getting dryer, but unfortunately dirtier. I ran dripping wet and nude out into the hall for a fresh towel to finish the job. I questioned my husband about the hand towel which he told me he had used to wipe shavings from the tub before his last bath. He laughed at me and asked why I would use a towel from the floor. I replied in my own logic as explained above. Apparently I am also the only one in this house capable of putting a dirty towel in the laundry basket. Alas, such is life. Motherhood, I have discovered, is equal parts hard work, fun, and laundry.
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