For the last few weeks, some of my kids have been in school, I have been around the office, some kids have been at that very office, some of our teachers have been teaching, and some of my schedule has been schedging- know what I mean.? But today, today we jumped into it all.Homeschool day one- checkTeens in school- checkDinner planned- checkDance class handled- checkSmooched my husband- checkDressed the part- check check Some went wrong. Plenty went right. We realized some things that needed to change, and more importantly we remembered that we need to account for one another. There…
My fire fighter husband is the best. Let me count the ways: He laughs. He jokes. He loves. He snuggles (but not too long, because it’s weird). He sports tattoos like a rebel. He saves lives. Literally. He is logical. He is real. He hugs. He can fix anything. Literally. He invents things when there isn’t a device to get the job done. He put the handy in manny. He makes his uniform blush. He is outdoorsy. He is indoorsy. He is whatever doorsy we are being that day. He is blonde. He has muscles. Lots. He cooks. He takes…
After a string of incredibly busy days, we are wrapping up graduation junction with a trip to Las Vegas. My father is turning 60 at the end of this summer, so we are headed down early for some quality conversation and hugs. We are taking him out to an amazing place just outside of Vegas called Spring Mountain Ranch where the Super Summer Theatre performers will put on The Music Man. We will bring dinner and celebration dessert and lay out in our cozies under the stars. It will be a nice break from the heat. We are also going…
So, tonight I was listening to a guy named Philip De Courcy, a very Irish fellow. He’s an excellent speecher, and looks not at all how I pictured him. He talked about where we get our orders. Most of us have more than one order giver in our lives. If you are married, sometimes the directives come from the spouse. If you have a toddler, you know that you find yourself taking orders now and then before you realize that tiny turkey is not the boss of you. And if you are a Christian, even if no one else knows…
So many things are coming to a close in our life right now. Some are direct, but some are happening to people around us. Friends having final babies (or so she thinks) Nephews graduating The school year My daughter’s first year of high school My first year of full-time work My first year ever of full-time teaching My two mid-kids are ending elementary school Hopefully my little kids’ last year of school outside the home until high school. But with all this comes new. God is faithful like that. He is the God who gives and takes away. And we…
Many things are new in this land. I don’t mean your land. I mean our land. “This land” is what Sam calls any happenings that affect him. New job. New church because of new job. New family dynamic. New shoes. Well I hope so. New hours. New relationships. New. It’s all new. It will take me a bit to pull myself up from my Bootstrap’s bootstraps, but with new comes hope. I like hope. It could have been my middle name. I might decide it’s my code name and wear a super girl shirt with an H in the center.…
So why don’t I just lay it all out there: A) I want Stephanie Meyer to finish writing Midnight Sun. I don’t care if she publishes it; just send me my own copy. I don’t need a cover. I need more than 12 chapters of life from Edward’s point of view, that’s what I need. 2) My kid and I are taking another kid and another lady to a Women of Faith for teens conference in Roseville this weekend. I am so excited I may forget to do anything else. We leave Friday. We get to go to the movies,…
I will always put an S at the end of Easters. Thank you Nacho Libre for life changing knowledge. So many people celebrate Easters, and I am glad. Even when I feel like shopping at the Costcos, but they are closed for the day, I am glad because it means they are celebrating Easters. More people should. Close down I mean. Take me for instance. I am on my couch. I got onto my couch as soon as I got home from church. I only got up to make scalloped corn and eat a spoon full of frosting. I watched…
I made up that word. It’s the sound I make when something is gross or lame or more than I feel like handling at the moment. It’s the noise in my throat when I hear Beth Moore tell me she waited 16 years between hearing God’s call and finally stepping into it. It’s the sound I feel when I think of my friend’s 17 year old who just arrived to his temporary, but long term, room. In prison.It’s the feeling I have listening to my stomach grumble knowing two of my boys threw up this week (one on the counter.…
I try to savor every breath of my weekends. Some weekdays I don’t get home until the dark is settling over my neighborhood. That means most of my minutes through the week are spent on others. I am ok with that. I signed up for this gig, and I did it with a cheesy grin of anticipation. Still. It’s good to be the one held instead of doing all the holding. We woke at our usual 7:15 this morning. This happens on Saturdays when the resident Jeep leaves for work. Muh goodness that’s a mighty loud tail pipe you have…