A few weeks ago, my mother-in-law invited me and my sister-in-law to go to a women's event at a local church with her. The event was Thursday night. None of us really knew what the "SHE" event was going to involve. I had heard a blurb on the radio during which the event was being discussed. They mentioned something about purity and true beauty. Hmm.
The week leading up to the event, my mother-in-law joked with me and told me not to hate her if the event turned out to be a "purity event". I retorted, telling her that I wouldn't hate her, but I might not speak to her for a few weeks. All in good fun, right?
Well, the joking was fun. However, the night was not quite as jovial. We went to a local Mexican restaurant for dinner before the event started. On our way from the restaurant to the church, my stomach started indicating that it wasn't too happy with the chicken taco salad I had just eaten. I casually mentioned to my sister-in-law, as we were entering the ticket-taking area, that my dinner wasn't agreeing with my stomach. So, I made sure I knew where the restroom was. Good thing I did. I spent the first half of the conference becoming very acquainted with the porcelain god. I was sooo sick. And, then, in good motherly fashion, of course, my mother-in-law came in to "check" on me. Once I responded to her query as to whether I was okay, I heard her call out my sister-in-law's name, asking her if she was okay. Apparently, her food hadn't agreed with her either. Great start to the evening.
So, about 10-15 minutes after my SIL returned to the conference, I figured I might be okay enough to return as well. When I joined my MIL and SIL, I was just in time for the talk about "waiting" for the one God has for you and staying pure, saving the gift of your virginity for the one man God has picked out for you. Okay, so I was obviously not the target audience. The thousand jr. high girls were apparently the intended audience. When two brothers of the main speaker sang a song, I found myself struggling to even understand what they were saying. Am I getting old? I couldn't make out half of the words because of the loud instruments playing behind them. Really, I must be 85 years old, complaining about not being able to make out the words for all the background ruckus.
Once the singing had concluded, they opened the floor for questions and answers. Questions such as "I'm 9 and all my friends are boy crazy. I want to wait. What do you recommend?" or "How do I tell my kids to 'wait' when my firstborn was conceived before we got married?" Needless to say, the Q&As didn't really apply to me or my SIL or MIL, so my MIL made the executive decision to leave early.
When my MIL pulled up in front of my house to drop me off, I opened the car door to get out, but in that moment, we decided that ice cream was a good idea. My MIL pulled away from my house before I could even shut the door again and off we went to Baskin Robbins. We got there just before they closed. And, man, was it good! Truly, the most enjoyable part of the evening, for me, was the time spent talking with those two lovely ladies. We discussed various subjects, including family matters, medical histories and future babies. It was just a nice time of conversation.
It is a good thing we had that ice cream time, though. Otherwise, I might not be speaking to my MIL. :) he he
May 16, 2008
May 14, 2008
Note from my son
On Sunday, my first "official" Mother's Day, I received a card from Toad (and pink roses, too). For such a little guy, I'm impressed that he has saved enough allowance money to purchase roses. But, I'm proud that he already knows how to treat a lady.
Anyways, in my card was a note. It was in my husband's handwriting, so I assume that Toad dictated it to him, since Toad can't quite write yet. Here are some excerpts from what it said:
"Dear Mommy!
I just wanted to thank you for how great you take care of me. ... My favorite time is when I wake up in the morning and I get to play with you. ... I also enjoy when I get to take a bath. I don't know if you noticed, but when I splash, I try to get you all wet.
Daddy told me that he is so happy that you spend your day with me. It makes him feel very good. He says that you are a great mom. I have to agree about that. ...
I feel so loved and so happy when I am with you. I don't understand why you and Daddy leave me with all of those silly babies on Sundays, but anyways, I am so much happier when I get to see you again. ...
I wish you the best day in the world. I hope you spend a lot of it with me.
I love you with all of my little heart!"
That just warmed my heart. That meant more to me than the roses. And, having the privilege of holding my sweet boy in my arms means more to me than even his note did.
Whether you have been a mother for many years or you've just recently joined the world of motherhood, I wish all of you amazing women tremendous blessings and pray you feel truly appreciated on a regular basis... not just on Mother's Day.
Anyways, in my card was a note. It was in my husband's handwriting, so I assume that Toad dictated it to him, since Toad can't quite write yet. Here are some excerpts from what it said:
"Dear Mommy!
I just wanted to thank you for how great you take care of me. ... My favorite time is when I wake up in the morning and I get to play with you. ... I also enjoy when I get to take a bath. I don't know if you noticed, but when I splash, I try to get you all wet.
Daddy told me that he is so happy that you spend your day with me. It makes him feel very good. He says that you are a great mom. I have to agree about that. ...
I feel so loved and so happy when I am with you. I don't understand why you and Daddy leave me with all of those silly babies on Sundays, but anyways, I am so much happier when I get to see you again. ...
I wish you the best day in the world. I hope you spend a lot of it with me.
I love you with all of my little heart!"
That just warmed my heart. That meant more to me than the roses. And, having the privilege of holding my sweet boy in my arms means more to me than even his note did.
Whether you have been a mother for many years or you've just recently joined the world of motherhood, I wish all of you amazing women tremendous blessings and pray you feel truly appreciated on a regular basis... not just on Mother's Day.
Small World
About a month ago, we had a baby dedication at church. The first couple to be announced was dedicating their little girl. My husband and I have seen this couple at church before and have even seen them dropping off their precious little girl in the nursery a few times. We've commented about how they look familiar, but never wracked our brains any further for how we might know them.
When I heard their names announced during the baby dedication, though, I realized how we knew them. We met them when their little girl was still in B's belly and Toad was in mine. They were one of the couples we met in our birthing class! How random is that!!?
So, I went up and talked with B after the service and we chatted briefly about our little ones. And, after exchanging information and a few emails, we met for breakfast this morning. The kids were pretty well behaved, B's little one moreso than Toad. But, Toad was really just being inquisitive and wanted to explore the new things on the table. I really enjoyed myself and felt sincerely blessed that God put us in the same birthing class, so that we would have a reason to chat after that baby dedication service... and now possibly become friends.
I think God knew I needed this. It is really neat to see how God continues to open doors to new friendships, and/or to deeper ones just at the right times.
When I heard their names announced during the baby dedication, though, I realized how we knew them. We met them when their little girl was still in B's belly and Toad was in mine. They were one of the couples we met in our birthing class! How random is that!!?
So, I went up and talked with B after the service and we chatted briefly about our little ones. And, after exchanging information and a few emails, we met for breakfast this morning. The kids were pretty well behaved, B's little one moreso than Toad. But, Toad was really just being inquisitive and wanted to explore the new things on the table. I really enjoyed myself and felt sincerely blessed that God put us in the same birthing class, so that we would have a reason to chat after that baby dedication service... and now possibly become friends.
I think God knew I needed this. It is really neat to see how God continues to open doors to new friendships, and/or to deeper ones just at the right times.
May 7, 2008
Food for Thought
YIKES! I think I may be a reader in the making. I've always wished I was a reader. But, reality is, I'm just not one. But, that may be a thing of the past. I think I was turned off from reading when I was forced by my high school English teachers to read boring, stupid, uninteresting-to-me books. However, I just finished reading a book that Esteban and Danielle lent me ("The Martyr's Song"). As soon as I finished it, I picked up and read the first chapter of "Having a Mary Heart in a Martha World". Although Katie lent it to me about a month ago, I am just now getting to it. Okay, so in reading this first chapter, I've already come across several powerful thoughts. So, I figured I share some with you all, over the course of time it takes me to finish the book. In fact, I might have to go buy my own copy of this book, so I can highlight and underline all the poignant thoughts I discover.
Here's the first excerpt I thought I'd share....one of many to come:
**Forgive me if I didn't cite or underline or quote everything correctly. I'm sure Jana and/or Katie can let me know where I cited things incorrectly. It has been a while since I've had to cite sources in MLA format.**
Here's the first excerpt I thought I'd share....one of many to come:
"In her eagerness to serve Jesus, she almost missed the opportunity to know Jesus. ... While the world applauds achievement, God desires companionship. The world clamors, 'Do more! Be all that you can be!' But our Father whispers, 'Be still and know that I am God.'"
Starved for Attention
Recently, I've had some interesting "conversations". One was with an adult and one was with a 5 year old.
The other night, my hubby, Toad and I went to Trader Joes. (Yay for TJs, right Angela?) Our checker was a very friendly guy. The odd thing about our "conversation" was that he talked to us in a pirate voice the entire time we were checking out. And, he wanted to share way more information with us than most checkers tend to share. In his best pirate voice, he explained to us that he had recently been in Las Vegas where several young women asked for his autograph and were just fawning all over him. Apparently, because he had dreadlocks, everyone in Vegas thought he was Jason Castro from American Idol. No matter how hard he tried, the ladies would not believe that he wasn't the aspiring singer they believed him to be. I honestly don't even remember what else he told us... but, he talked quite a bit, and always in his pirate voice. Interesting.
Then, today, while Chelsea and I were in the McDonalds playland, we had a conversation with a 5 year old little boy, named Jonathan. He was very friendly and shared lots of information with us... while his mom was in the restaurant area, paying no attention to him whatsoever. In fact, she left her purse, open, in the play area, as if her 5 year old son was going to make sure nobody stole it. So, for a good while, Jonathan talked to us, telling us about his brother, sister and his dad. We learned where his mom works, where his dad lives and how long his brother is visiting their dad. He let us know that his mom is "eleventeen" years old and his brother is 3. A friendly little boy, he was. But, it made us wonder... is he starved for attention so much that he just goes up to complete strangers and shares his life story, while his mother is clueless to it all? It was sorta sad to me. Then, I thought about how I wouldn't want my son sharing personal information like that with total strangers. Granted, Chels and I aren't going to do anything with that info, but what if he had shared too much info with the wrong person? Scary!
I just wonder if these very nice, spirited individuals are starved for attention and are just doing what they need to in order to be noticed, or if they are just "people people" who "never knew a stranger".
So, what "interesting" conversations or experiences have you had lately, with total strangers?
The other night, my hubby, Toad and I went to Trader Joes. (Yay for TJs, right Angela?) Our checker was a very friendly guy. The odd thing about our "conversation" was that he talked to us in a pirate voice the entire time we were checking out. And, he wanted to share way more information with us than most checkers tend to share. In his best pirate voice, he explained to us that he had recently been in Las Vegas where several young women asked for his autograph and were just fawning all over him. Apparently, because he had dreadlocks, everyone in Vegas thought he was Jason Castro from American Idol. No matter how hard he tried, the ladies would not believe that he wasn't the aspiring singer they believed him to be. I honestly don't even remember what else he told us... but, he talked quite a bit, and always in his pirate voice. Interesting.
Then, today, while Chelsea and I were in the McDonalds playland, we had a conversation with a 5 year old little boy, named Jonathan. He was very friendly and shared lots of information with us... while his mom was in the restaurant area, paying no attention to him whatsoever. In fact, she left her purse, open, in the play area, as if her 5 year old son was going to make sure nobody stole it. So, for a good while, Jonathan talked to us, telling us about his brother, sister and his dad. We learned where his mom works, where his dad lives and how long his brother is visiting their dad. He let us know that his mom is "eleventeen" years old and his brother is 3. A friendly little boy, he was. But, it made us wonder... is he starved for attention so much that he just goes up to complete strangers and shares his life story, while his mother is clueless to it all? It was sorta sad to me. Then, I thought about how I wouldn't want my son sharing personal information like that with total strangers. Granted, Chels and I aren't going to do anything with that info, but what if he had shared too much info with the wrong person? Scary!
I just wonder if these very nice, spirited individuals are starved for attention and are just doing what they need to in order to be noticed, or if they are just "people people" who "never knew a stranger".
So, what "interesting" conversations or experiences have you had lately, with total strangers?
May 1, 2008
How Smart is Your Foot?
My mom emailed this to me today. I tried it and I can't do it. Actually, I thought I was pretty smart at first, because I was doing it. Well, so I thought. Then, I realized I don't know clockwise from counter clockwise. When I tried it again (actually following the rules, this time) I realized that I wasn't so smart. I couldn't trick my brain, no matter how hard I tried. So go ahead. Try it and let me know how it turns out. I will be extremely impressed if you can do it.
1. While sitting where you are at your desk in front of your computer, lift your right foot off the floor and make clockwise circles. 2. Now, while doing this, draw the number '6' in the air with your right Hand. Your foot will change direction. And there's nothing you can do about it! So???How smart is your right foot?
***How smart is Your Right Foot?***
This will boggle your mind and you might keep trying over and over again to see if you can outsmart your foot, but, you can't. It's preprogrammed in your brain!1. While sitting where you are at your desk in front of your computer, lift your right foot off the floor and make clockwise circles. 2. Now, while doing this, draw the number '6' in the air with your right Hand. Your foot will change direction. And there's nothing you can do about it! So???How smart is your right foot?
Contents of My Life...err, my purse
You know, sometimes women contend that their "purse is their life"--as if to indicate that they would be "lost" without all the crucial items carried therein.
I don't think I'd be lost without these items, but I certainly wouldn't be excited if I lost my purse.
Anyways, Julie tagged me a while back. I wasn't quite sure what being tagged was all about. But, apparently, I am supposed to confess to how messy my purse is and share with you all that is contained within it. I admit that I've taken a while to do this, but it is only because I just haven't taken the time to dump out my purse and snap a photo of it. Plus, I still use Toad's diaper bag as a purse, sometimes. So, I wasn't sure whether I should divulge all of the contents of that too, or not. Maybe that will be another post....maybe.
Here we go:
I don't think I'd be lost without these items, but I certainly wouldn't be excited if I lost my purse.
Anyways, Julie tagged me a while back. I wasn't quite sure what being tagged was all about. But, apparently, I am supposed to confess to how messy my purse is and share with you all that is contained within it. I admit that I've taken a while to do this, but it is only because I just haven't taken the time to dump out my purse and snap a photo of it. Plus, I still use Toad's diaper bag as a purse, sometimes. So, I wasn't sure whether I should divulge all of the contents of that too, or not. Maybe that will be another post....maybe.
Here we go:
As you may or may not be able to see, my purse contains the following items:
~my wallet, which contains credit cards, receipts, my license, gift cards and a tiny bit of cash
~5 pens (cuz you never know when the first four might die)
~book of the new "forever" postage stamps
~package of "fresh ups" face blotters that I have probably had, but not used, for 10 years...seriously. I guess I could just get rid of them, ya think?
~business card for the accountant that re-did our taxes when we received a letter from the
IRS a year and a half ago telling us that we owed them $6000. Fortunately, it was all a
mistake and we ended up getting $75 back...just enough to cover the cost of the accountant re-
doing the taxes
~Dove dark chocolate with almonds candy that I took from my in-law's candy dish. Thanks
Parnell :)
~wrapper from one of my favorite candies--Reisens--Yum!
~bank deposit receipt
~scrap paper with a list of questions I wrote down to ask the doctor at Toad's last visit...with the
answers written in my hubby's handwriting
~my Balmy Nights lip balm from Victoria's Secret... Love It!! Put it on before you go to bed and
it is still on your lips in the morning. Love it!!! Love it!! Love it!
~my little purple pill holder, with an assortment of ailment remedies
~pack of Trident original flavor gum
~a sample pack of Flexeril muscle relaxant pills that the doctor gave me a few years ago when I
popped my rib out of place (still not sure how I displaced my rib)
~1/2 a tithing envelope with the phone name, phone number and email address of a couple that
was in our birthing class. We'd seen them at church and thought they looked familiar, but
didn't realize why until their name was announced during baby dedication last month.
~3 Cheerios coupons... cuz the boy loves him some "chee-wee-os"
~2 coupons for Cover Girl make-up... which have since been thrown away because I got on the band wagon with Colleen and Jana and ordered some new mineral make-up.
~16 bobby pins...lurking at the bottom of my purse
~1/2 a toothpick...not sure what happened to the other 1/2
~94 cents in random change, also at the bottom of my purse
~my friend Liz's phone number, which she wrote on a piece of blue paper at Amy's baby shower
So, there ya have it. My purse contents, condensed into a list! Shocking! Me? Make a LIST??!! No way!!! You may notice that some fairly normal "purse items" are missing. My keys hang on a key rack by the door and my phone and bluetooth were on the counter charging when I took this picture. And, I am not sure why, but for some reason, I don't have a nail file in my purse. I always have a nail file! I'll have to go fix that.
Now, I guess I am supposed to tag some other people and ask them to expose their purse contents... That means, I'm tagging Angela, Jana, Chelsea, Lara and Sarah.
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