Thursday, January 31, 2008


Only make the kids go to school.

I have work and stuff.

Saturday, January 26, 2008

Pink bear, dead rat, shoes, pasta, and pink feathers.

Things in my home have been tense and without a doubt my children know it. I’ve just come off of seven days without a day off and my daughter has hit the wall. She didn’t ask for a mother and daughter day out she demanded it. So with cash and gift cards we hit the stores. Our first stop was Michael’s, they were having a great sale on Christmas decorations. We couldn’t resist stopping, when we got out of the car Miss Littles eeeeewed I looked over to see a stiff dead rat feet out, and on its side on the bumper of a truck. Okies! We talked about how gross it was as we walked in. We scoped out the sale. After purchasing several stems for the cemetery for next year, two pots of poinsettias for the pots on the porch, and a pink feather Christmas tree (Yes a pink feather pre-lit Christmas tree on sale for about $4.00 from about $40.00. We’re chicks) when we arrived at the momcar with a cart full of Christmas bargains we found Mr. Dead Rat by the back wheel. Now I think that I thought the same thing that most of us would think. I don’t want to touch it with anything to try to move it and I don’t want to run over it. Now I didn’t want to run over the thing not because I was afraid I’d kill it again but because that’s gross. And I was not touching it with any part of my body, shoes included. In fact you could put me in a hazmat suit and I’d still not want to move the thing. I fear the plague. Or I fear the reoccurrence of a rat being in my home looking at me with those yellow eyes in the dark. I know this time my dad wouldn’t come rushing in with a shot gun. He shot it and we promised mom that we wouldn't tell anyone. We were kids so we announced it to all that would listen. I was trying to fall asleep and I thought my sister was making noise and moving stuff around on the night stand so I told her to stop it and she said it wasn’t her it was me and that I should stop it and I said no it isn’t and for her to stop it and then she said that I should stop it and I saw the yellow eyes looking at me very close to my face and dad yelled “girls” they did that almost every night because we were always doing stuff before we fell asleep and we yelled back that something was in our room and daddy came running in with his gun and shot the rat in his underwear and killed it and our dresser. We had icky blood on stuff. My mom is shaking her head right now from Heaven and trying to explain how clean the house was. So I backed out carefully hoping not to rekill the dead rat. We laughed at me for looking back to make sure that I had missed it. How gross it would have been if I hadn’t. We then made our way to Target to check out music, movies, toys, shoes and girl stuff like pink things to wear. We purchased new shoes and beads for her door. Now if you know me you know that it was a big step for me to hang in the shoe department while my daughter tried on several pairs of shoes. After Target we headed for a nice lunch at Macaroni’s. It was nice to have a moment to sit and talk about stuff. She told me what had been bothering her lately. I’m doing a long stretch of nights because my husband changed jobs. She misses me. We then went home to relax until the Radio Disney event started. Nope we didn’t win tickets to see the Hanna Montana movie. After that we hit the mall she wanted to make a bear and Build-A-Bear was the place to go. She selected a pink bear and we both put a heart in it. I love that you can do that. If you haven’t gone to this place you should. They let you put a heart in it. I always pray for Miss Littles into the heart. It would be a cool gift to give a kid. If you don’t live near them you can sent a gift card with the heart from you so that when they make the bear they can place your heart in it. This bear also needed clothes to wear. Now I’m broke and ready to go home. She was ready to hit Wal-Mart. I so love her because I so hate walmouthofhell-mart. She picked out a new head band and some rings. I chose the new Cowboys and Indians magazine and the Veggie Tales CD. It rocks and so did my day, rat and all.

Friday, January 25, 2008

It's open mic time here.

Prayer requests
Please pray for us and feel free to add yours I'll update as I can

My marriage-We are so far away from each other right now
My children-Trying to figure this word out
My dad-The man is in his seventies and smoked a large part of those years
My job-They want me to take on a new job position that was just created. It comes with quotas.
Kevin-Still feeling the illness
Bob-He and his wife need our prayers
Preacherman-His health
Barbara-She is taking on some heavy hearted stuff. She's taking a med that isn't too safe.

From Bob-Some of the most difficult things that combat soldiers deal with is the loss of their comrades . Please don't forget to pray for those who unselfishly serve freedom!

Thursday, January 24, 2008

The Man Rules­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­

I jacked this from Journeyman. Dudes now I get it.

Saturday, January 12, 2008
The Man Rules­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­ - For my 100th post

At last a guy has taken the time to write this all down

These are our rules!Please note.. these are all numbered "1 " ON PURPOSE!

1. Men are NOT mind readers.
1. Learn to work the toilet seat. You're a big girl. If it's up, put it down. We need it up, you need it down. You don't hear us complaining about you leaving it down.
1. Sunday sports It's like the full moon or the changing of the tides. Let it be.
1. Crying is blackmail.
1. Ask for what you want. Let us be clear on this one: Subtle hints do not work! Strong hints do not work! Obvious hints do not work! Just say it!
1. Yes and No are perfectly acceptable answers to almost every question.
1. Come to us with a problem only if you want help solving it. That's what we do. Sympathy is what your girlfriends are for.
1. Anything we said 6 months ago is inadmissible in an argument. In fact, all comments become Null and void after 7 Days.
1. If you think you're fat, you probably are. Don't ask us.
1. If something we said can be interpreted two ways and one of the ways makes you sad or angry, we meant the other one
1. You can either ask us to do something, or tell us how you want it done. Not both. If you already know best how to do it, just do it yourself.
1. Whenever possible, Please say whatever you have to say during commercials.
1. Christopher Columbus did NOT need directions and neither do we.
1. ALL men see in only 16 colors, like Windows default settings. Peach, for example, is a fruit, not A color. Pumpkin is also a fruit. We have no idea what mauve is.
1. If it itches, it will be scratched. We do that.
1. If we ask what is wrong and you say "nothing," We will act like nothing's wrong. We know you are lying, but it is just not worth the hassle.
1. If you ask a question you don't want an answer to, Expect an answer you don't want to hear.
1. When we have to go somewhere, absolutely anything you wear is fine... Really .
1. Don't ask us what we're thinking about unless you are prepared to discuss such topics as football or rugby.
1. You have enough clothes.
1. You have too many shoes.
1. I am in shape. Round IS a shape!
1. Thank you for reading this.Yes, I know, I have to sleep on the couch tonight; But did you know men really don't mind that? It's like camping.

As the famous saying goes... "it's funny 'cos it's true".

Sunday, January 20, 2008

Sunday, January 13, 2008

A clown’s heart

I’ve never been afraid of clowns.

Some people are.

I think it could be because they know they are hiding something.

We hide our fear and pain.

When things are said and done that break our hearts we paint a smile upon our faces.

The makeup only covers the face it doesn’t cover our hearts.

So that you can’t see our sorrow.

We hide behind the mask of greasepaint

We use acting so that you think that everything in our lives is copacetic.

We deny that you can read how we feel.

We work hard to push you away.

You aren’t allowed to see the truth.

If you do we have failed our task.

If you see the truth then we have to feel it.

Friday, January 11, 2008

Littles 8

Happy Birthday Miss Littles!
The Big 8
We cherished the breath you took right before they were about to take you to NICU.
We loved that you were mad and tried to crawl away that night, we loved your fight to live and be with us.

It seems as if you’ve always had a fight to live life. Keep it up.
I’ll have grey hairs but your spirit touches those around you.

January 12 brought us a bright spot in our lives.

Wednesday, January 09, 2008

In the running of political posts

Over at the Thinklings they are in discussion about Hillary. Take a look. She’s being criticized because she’s showing some emotion. If a man had shown that side of himself he would have been praised for being a real man and showing his honest side. It would have been “Real” of him. Why can’t women be strong and have emotions? God made us like this. Men put their fists through walls or play some kind of sport. We have a release, a God given release, and tears come with it. Men cry. If you’ve spent any real time in the blog world you know it because you dudes are great at letting us know about the release of tears.

Sure we don’t want our leaders to cry while negotiating something important. She didn’t do that. I don’t think she will do that. She talked about the fear of someone else winning. I have that fear. We can’t do more time under a Bush like establishment. Take the time to really look at the way things have been. We need a new person in office and we have to have change. Bush led us to a horrible place and given four more years we would no longer be a great nation. Thankfully he’s going away.

Don’t worry about saying what you want to say I can take it.
Mark these folks can take you saying what you want to say also.

I do ask that you folks show respect then again I know that our little blog family will.
Fah! For making me post this boys!
Just looked up Fah and this is what I found.

Degrees Fahrenheit
Federation of American Hospitals
Filter, Air, HEPA
Fine Arts and Humanities
Fixing A Hole (Beatles song)
Fly Away Home (movie)
Folding At Home
Foreign Affairs Handbook (US Department of State)
Forward Airhead
Fuerza Aerea HondureƱa (Honduran Air Force)
Funky And How
This is my favorite one.

Future Attack Helicopter
Fah doesn't fit so I shake my fist to you darn kids!

Saturday, January 05, 2008

Her Heart

I thought I take a look at this one again. I hope you like it.

I’m not so sure that I truly understood the pain that she must have felt while watching Him travel from place to place being treated as a criminal and as a star, so to speak, until I gave birth to my son. He was a surprise, a big surprise. I remember looking in the mirror after the second test thinking huh?. . . . Me . . .Us . . . We can’t do this. I remember the sound of the receptionist’s voice when she said "Congratulations" and I said "A . . . sure" she responded with "Oh" I then began to try to redeem myself with "No. . . no . . . I’m happy".

What did she feel? Was she as afraid as I was?
More so I think.

My pregnancy was great, my friends and family were happy, my husband was a proud father to be.
I couldn’t seem to stop smiling.
Did she keep a smile on her face?
I think she must have.

How did he feel when she told him?
Did he look shocked?
Most fathers do the first time.

This is how the birth of Jesus Christ came about:
His mother Mary was pledged to be married to Joseph, but before they came together, she was found to be with child through the Holy Spirit. Because Joseph her husband was a righteous man and did not want to expose her to public disgrace, he had in mind to divorce her quietly.

I wonder if she talked to Him before he was born?
Did she put her hand on her tummy to feel His kicks?
She must have.

When my son was born I sat in the hospital bed looking down at this small being wondering what to do.
How I loved him so much.
I could hardly take my eyes from him.
She must have been as fascinated.

I remember standing at the window of my son’s room looking out at the moon, so big and silver. It looked as if you could touch it.
I remember as I stood with my sleeping baby, worried as all new mothers worry about the things that could take this little one away, I remember thinking God how hard to send Him here to die.
I couldn’t let my child go to the cross.
I turned and looked at my sleeping boy safe and warm.
I truly know the sacrifice that mother made for us.
She carried a child for us.
She nurtured a child for us.
She watched as they beat, mocked, tortured, and one by one drove nails into Him.
After they had mocked him, they took off the robe and put his own clothes on him.
Then they led him away to crucify him.

My son had three stitches above his eye I wanted to take his pain away and I felt like hitting the doctor when he rushed not making sure it was numb.
Only three tiny stitshes went through my heart.

Did it feel as if those nails were going into her heart each one more painful than the other?
How broken she must have felt as she watched her son die a horrible and painful death.
Was she relieved when He took His last breath?

No more pain.

Now it’s done.

How hard it must have been to hold her son knowing He wouldn’t smile at her on this earth again.

Was she comforted by the knowledge that He Was, Is, And Will Always Be?
I know a mother’s heart. She must have hurt so much for Him.
I know that God gave her comfort through it all.
I am so grateful for Mary.

"For God so loved the world that He gave His only Son, so that everyone who believes in Him will not perish but have eternal life. God did not send His Son into the world to condemn it, but to save it" (John 3:16-17).

Wednesday, January 02, 2008

Wishing For The Road

The road looks good from this side of the fence.
I could get into my mom car and drive until my mind can’t grasp another moment of the path. I could drive far away in hopes that the hard parts of life fall away.
I’ll instead go back to work longing to be outside in that beautiful sunrise wishing for the road.