The following conversation ensued:
Tristan: "Mommy, I don't remember being a baby."
Me: "You were. You used to be even smaller than Asher. In fact, you grew in my tummy! What does it look like in there, in my tummy? You've seen it. I've never seen inside my tummy."
Tristan: "There are lights in there (hand gestures going up and down his belly at this point), and it's all blue...in your tummy."
Interesting! I ha
d no idea. Well now I know.
I had one asparagus plate from Pottery Barn, and have been meaning to grab one or two more to have for serving small things at tailgate parties and showers and such. I used it at an out-of-town shower last month, and carelessly left it in my car for a couple of days. Something fell on it from the back seat and broke it, which didn't seem like such a tragedy until last night ...
... when I broke two more of my favorite pieces! We have a massive antique wardrobe in our breakfast room that is great for storing our stemware and big, bulky serving items. There are two closed cabinets on either side and one with a glass door in the middle. When we got it, there were only two shelves for the outside cabinets and only enough brackets to hold one of them.
Several trial-and-error trips to the hardware section at Lowe's revealed that we probably weren't going to find brackets that would fit, so we bought the closest size we could, and added some electrical tape to help them fit the holes. In hindsight, perhaps not the best idea? Then Wes took an old bookcase of his apart to use the shelves in the wardrobe, though they were a couple of inches too shallow. It seemed to be working just fine, and I was happy as clam organizing all of my goodies last night, when one of the top shelves fell and my favorite cake stand and dome was completely shattered!
It was a wedding gift from the staff at Southern Accents, so I really hate to see it go (even more so now that I see the dome is no longer available!).
My wonderful and incredibly useful drink dispenser was on the shelf with the cake stand, and though it was made of heavy-duty plastic, the spigot must've hit the ground first, as it came off and left a nice, big hole in its place.
Luckily, I was standing there (in my bare feet, of course) when the shelf began to give way and I was able to stop it from falling onto the one below, which was also full of glass pieces. And I've got a cut on the bottom of my foot to prove it!
What serving pieces would you hate to do without?
This weekend was a weekend of first for me.
To many, they would seem insignificant…
It was the first time I mowed the grass…..first time I cranked a lawn mower…..first time to push the thing….first time to do any of it….
I felt like a freakin’ hero after….
Not that it is a major feet to mow the grass….especially given the small plot of land that I am currently residing at. It was a great feeling to accomplish something with my hands and to take care of something….other then laundry.
After concurring the green giant, I moved into the house. I cleaned toilets, I swept, I dusted, I straightened, I did laundry. In short, I was a domestic diva. With a dinner part for some girls that night, I was cooking and cleaning. I was takin’ names and kickin’ butt!
While I felt very accomplished by my task, I soon realized I had done too much.
You see, Friday I went to the Dr. After a steroid shot and several prescriptions, I was diagnosed with a viral infection (although slight) and a bladder infection with a developing allergy problem. I was in a word, POOPED!!!!!
But I had people coming over, I had to make things presentable! And as I am not a napper, this added further to the dilemma of needing some rest.
Sunday morning I could not get out of bed. I could not breathe. My body was like….:Yeah right!:
I took my medicine and climbed back in bed to read as I was wide awake. But with taking y meds on an empty stomach and with the wrong combination (do not take with vitamins…whatever…I don’t have time for this….) I threw up!
Not only did I throw up, my glass somehow landed in the toilet right as I removed my hand from the shinny flusher handle. Clearly not thinking, I stood there. I watched as my favorite glasses spiraled out of reach. And in the spirit of not feeling well, I went back to bed.
It hit me last night after church that this could be a problem. Toilets curve in the exit strategy. Glasses, in their true form, do not bend.
So there could be one more first headed my way this week.
Plumber Dude: Thank you for calling! How may we help you?
Me: Hi, I need a plumber.
Plumber dude: Yes ma’am, what seems to be the trouble.
Me: Well you see it all started with my favorite pair of glasses……
"You are the light of the world. A city on a hill cannot be hidden. Neither do people light a lamp and put it under the a bowl. Instead they put it on its stand, and it gives light to everyone in the house. In the same way, let your light shine before men, that they may see your good deeds and praise your Father in heaven." Matt. 5:14-16
I know that we spend a lot of time in our homes just trying to get "school" done, but I want to challenge you to begin to see the opportunities to be a "light". Think of your neighbors, the cashier that you see at the grocery store on a regular basis, the people we meet at field trips/events, and even your family....these are all chances to shine His light, His love.
He is the light, and all we have to do is not hide---let's get out there in this world and shine!
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we all know that the truth is sometimes hard to hear. ok, if you dont want to admit it i will. i dont like the truth sometimes. i love the truth, unless it is going to hurt….then i dont really like it.
i have this friend named Gina….she is a great friend. i would like to call her my “mentor” however she doesnt like that word just like i dont like moist, so we will stick with friend. she would say “we do life together.” let me tell you this woman is amazing!
She taught me the principle of speaking the truth in love. and it is funny to look back over my 22 years of existence and see that the truth spoken in love still hurt, but i took it into account.
The truth is always a good thing. because if you dont speak truth you are lying. (my thoughts and deductive reasoning only…not always fact).
but the truth is hard to hear….no matter who says it. but it takes the edge off when you know the person who is telling you loves you and is also there through the process.
last friday, was a huge revelation to me. speaking the truth in love does not mean you say it with a different tone…but it is all in the relationship. and those relationships are a good thing to have. because they can call you out on things and tell you the hard things.
Do you have that person in your life?
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i feel like hobbies have been non-existent lately in my life. mostly because there is a lack of time and/or money, but if i had more time and/or money, these are hobbies i would like to take up and get good at. most of these are really cheap, especially once you get involved after you’ve purchased the basics…if only there were the time…
sewing
knitting
crochetting
ceramics
calligraphy
photography
playing the guitar
playing the drums
gardening
painting
reading (without falling asleep after 15 minutes)
He's learning to string words together, "Aunt Mer..... sit..... down..... please." Or "Book.... read... please..." I find myself having actual conversations with him. Or, at least, understand what he wants, rather than not that long ago, when he'd drag us around and point and grunt. Although, he still does that, but I say, "Please use your words so Aunt Mer can understand you." He'll usually just laugh at me. Crazy kid.
His capacity for growth and knowledge is utterly astounding. Not to mention the fact that his little person has a really funny sense of humor. This morning, we were at a bank opening in Warrior. I was keeping him busy (distracted) while my sister and brother in law were opening an account. Grant and I were walking around looking at different things, but what he loved most, was this fountain which flowed over a vertical piece of glass. (One side you could feel the water, the other was just the back side of the glass.) I, of course, knew this and wanted to see what Grant would think of the non-wet side. He tentatively pressed his hand against the glass, then smiled really big and said, "Mmmmmmmmmagic!" I have no idea where he learned that, but when things amaze him these days, he'll say, "Magic" (but always with the exaggerated M). So funny!
I had the pleasure of rocking and putting him down for a nap today. We read a few books, but I could tell he was exhausted and asked him if he wanted Aunt Mer to sing Jesus Loves Me. He said yes. I sing it with a different melody/music than the regular version and after a few verses, it always knocks him out. Today wasn't any different! You see, when he was a baby, my mom started singing "This Old Man" and he'd fall asleep within minutes. To this day, if anyone sings this, his eyes get droopy and he's out cold. Well, a year ago or more, I went on strike from This Old Man. I can't tell you how many times I sang that to him for nap time. I just couldn't sing it anymore. So, I started singing praise songs and it worked just as well.
After putting him down and turning on the baby monitor, I went outside and walked around to the front of the house and layed on the porch swing. I was so sleepy and could hardly function, so I decided to take a nap too. Today was so nice! Love fall! I woke up 40 minutes later, feeling more awake and refreshed! Though, my arm was asleep and I'd drooled, but that was bound to happen. ha
I veered away from my original intent, isn't that always the way? But I just wanted to share about my love for Grant. I'm sure you get tired of hearing about it, but as my dad would say, "Tough toe nails!" :)
Nick, we need gas money!
This week, my favorite sign came via a Vandy fan...
The geeks shall inherit the turf.
LOVE, LOVE, LOVE it!!!
Way to go, Vandy! Awesome win!!!
The Tide rolled too...just really slowly, really crookedly (is that a word?). They won, but just barely. They certainly didn't look like the team who dominated Georgia last week. Yeah, I hope they get that fixed. Oh well. A "W" is a "W", right? ROLL TIDE!!! 6-0!!!
That I'm own my own...at work...you know...my own patients. I'm kind of giddy. I do have to say that I am now 3 for 3 on drawing blood. I wasn't even nervous this last time....I know...all you nurses out there think I'm crazy for making a big deal about this...but it's been the one thing I've been intimidated by...and this last time I even thought it was almost easy....but of course I have no desire to get cocky about my 3 for 3 score, because pride comes before a fall, and well, my next patient and myself have no desire to fail on number 4.
Last night was BUSY BUSY BUSY. I love that. I was completely exhausted when I got home last night....but it still took me forever to fall asleep...I kept on thinking of anything I might have forgotten to chart, or did I sign off on this or that....craziness, I tell you, craziness.
This morning I think we are headed to have breakfast somewhere, but seeing that it's 10:00 right now it might end up being lunch. We are in much need of a grocery store visit....Jer may have to do that later today, I think he can handle it. Back to the work topic....I am going to try the whole 8 on 6 off in November and December. We will see how that goes.
Hmmm, what else. Homeschool stuff is still going okay. It's amazing how Alyssa has improved with her reading. Alayna is even starting to read some....it's so cute. Alyssa is still on her state kick, and the Presidents have returned...she carries her little president swatch book around and telling when each died, or their birthday, or when they were in office. She then figures out how old I was when different Presidents were in office....it's funny. Don't ask her her political views right now if you don't want to know....OH MY GOODNESS, she is funny. I ask her WHY she wants a particular person to win, and her reason is simply because she wants a girl in office. She then proceeds to tell how she will run Alabama one day and then will run for President. Normally I would think, awww, that's cute...my baby wants to be President, but for some reason, her love for history, her knowledge of the states, her knowing WAY more about presidents than I do....like she knows that she was 3 years old with Reagan died, and she can tell you which party different presidents are in, and seeing that she has come in here three times to tell me I need to get in the shower so we can leave...I mean, you never know. Oh, and have I mentioned here that when we went to see Andrew Jackson's house, she FREAKED out when they said that Andrew Jackson died in THAT BED RIGHT THERE. She retells that story over and over to complete strangers....like, hey mom...tell them about us seeing where Andrew Jackson died....Ummmm, Alyssa I'm sure the gas station attendant doesn't care about our trip to Nashville.
Okay, that was a lot of rambeling. I need to get a going. I'm also going to see if I can talk Jer into stopping for one more set of scrubs at the Scrub shop.
Have a great Saturday...New message series at Church tomorrow. Church is rockin' by the way....packed out...tons of people getting saved each week....if you are looking for something to do tomorrow, I suggest loading up the family and heading out to check it all out for yourself. :) Just warning you....it will quickly become a way of life.....so life changing...funny how the Lord can do that. :)
See ya.
Monique