Wow, I had decided last night to take a needed break from facebook. I know that I am on there entirely too much. You know the saying that all my friends are the ones on line?! Well, that is pretty much true! But, I have been getting frustrated. Not by any one person, just frustrated. I have been feeling mouthy lately. And I don't really desire to make enemies, so I decided to just back off for a little while ;)
You know, I blame Eve. You know, the curse and all. UGH. PMS. Not something I suffer from gracefully KWIM?
So, about an hour ago, I swore off facebook for hopefully a week. I have my detractors who think I can't make it. I'm beginning to think they may be right. I'm having to keep telling myself ~ DON'T LOG IN! Hopefully, my house will be a little cleaner ;) And I will get caught up on some stuff. I have a few things planned to keep me busy during this "facebook hiatus" ~
Jesse just bought me (dirt cheap off of craigslist) a 5 or 6 drawer file cabinet that I'm gonna start organizing my school stuff in. YAY! It won't all just be laying around helter skelter. I won't lose it as easily that way!
Which is a very good thing :D
Then, I really want to start blogging more. Like I know you who do read my blogs really want to hear me whine and blather on and on and on and on. I promise to try NOT to whine too much ;)
Now mind you, I never said I was swearing off Google+ or twitter or Smart Girl Politics or what not. Just the place I spend (or rather waste) the most of my time ~ pray for me ~ and my family :D They may just end up begging me to start facebooking again. And you may too!
So, there it is. And the withdrawal is already setting in LOL! But I think I can manage to survive ~ for at least a day or 2 ~ I hope!!!!
Sunday, September 18, 2011
Monday, September 12, 2011
September 11th
We will not tire, we will not falter, and we will not fail.
“Terrorism against our nation will not stand.”
“Our enemies have made the mistake that America’s enemies always make. They saw liberty and thought they saw weakness. And now, they see defeat.”
~ George W. Bush
10 years ago, I was a first time mom. My baby was 3 weeks old. My husband was busy. He was in the Marine Corps ~ man, do I miss it. September 10th, 2001 was a normal night ~ putting the baby to bed, up a couple times a night for feedings and diaper changes ~ which my man was wonderful at helping with! We had 1 car. Lived on base in a tiny 2 bedroom (couldn't have been any bigger than 900 sq. ft.)duplex at Midway Park.
September 11th 2001 came early for Jesse. They were doing work ups for upcoming float. So he was in early. I got up with the baby and put him in bed with me so i could snooze a little bit longer! I had the radio on to KISS country. Dozing off and on for what seemed like forever. When I finally woke up, reluctantly. And all the sudden, the show hosts break into a song ~ which was rare for them to do ~ and reported that a plane had hit the first world trade center. After a couple minutes, I go put Xavier in his crib and I turned the tv on. {Those were the days when we couldn't afford cable, so we had those bunny ear antenna's}
I had it on ABC and Charlie Gibson was on and reporting about the first WTC/plane collision. Then as I'm standing there, I saw the other plane fly into the other building. I stood there in utter shock. But, after a minute or two, I hear someone sobbing. I look around (I was the only one home)only to realize that tears were coursing down my cheeks and it was I who was sobbing.
I fell to the couch as I watched as people made decisions that it was better to fall to their death than be burned or be completely smashed.
At some point, I go to the phone to call Jesse to see if this was all a joke. My phone was dead. I look out my window, and it was SO clear, bright and beautiful out. When my phone finally had a tone, I couldn't get through to Jesse after a half hour. I then called my parents to make sure they were okay and they were. I eventually got through to Jesse ~ who told me to stay put ~ don't leave because all bases were locked down, if we left we weren't sure when we could get back on. It wasn't a big deal because he had the car. After doing nothing but watching coverage all day ~ and talking to Jesse when he could get through, I had a mission. He had asked me to make sure all his uniforms were washed and to get together any gear that he might need. His unit was the "on call" or next up unit. He might have to leave within 48 hours. The rumors were endless ~ the most plausible was that he might end up having to go to New York to help with the search efforts, security forces.
I spent my day feeding and changing the baby, doing laundry, and the weeping didn't stop. I was terrified beyond belief. Worried about my husband ~ who was in the branch of the military whose motto was First to Fight. Scared to death not knowing if our base was in danger. And knowing that I had just brought a baby into such a scary place.
Jesse eventually got home around 2 a.m. He didn't got to NYC. And they left on float at their appointed time ~ 6 months later. We survived 3 war time deployments.
But I will never forget the horrible utter terror of that day and the subsequent days following. Our tv's eventually went back to life as normal. As did the rest of our lives. But, our lives were forever altered, by the loss of so many lives. By so many things. And I'm grateful that I will never forget. I'm grateful that I get to educate my children on why we were attacked.
What is funny is that in our Bible classes, we have been learning about Abraham, Sarah, Ishmael and Isaac. You know, were it not for Sarah ~ who didn't trust God's promises, who made decisions with her emotions {granted, Abraham could've, and SHOULD'VE said NO WAY, SARAH}~ we wouldn't be in the same predicament we have today. You see, God promised Abraham a line through which all the world would be blessed. But, Sarah got impatient and gave Abraham permission to take another wife ~ her Egyptian (hmmmm, curious) maid Hagar who gave birth to Ishmael. He wasn't the "promised" son ~ Isaac was ~ who Sarah gave birth to 13 years later ~ but God couldn't deny Ishmael. I like that ~ God will ALWAYS keep HIS word. God told Hagar that Ishmael would be a wild donkey of a man, whose hand would be against everyone. And boy, have his descendants lived up to that.
September 11th was the scariest and most life altering moment so far in my life. But, through it, we saw who our friends/allies are. We saw that America can be a very divided country, but when it came down to it, we were UNIFIED. {And my prayer is that we could get back to that again} But, I'm grateful that I can use this to show my boys that God keeps HIS promise, and such a cut and dried right is right and wrong is wrong lesson. And, how we can make decisions in our lives good and bad, but that God will ALWAYS keep his promise. Whether HE likes our decisions or not. And that is a comforting thought.
So, here we sit, 10 years later, and it seems as though so many have forgotten. But I will never forget. NEVER FORGET.
“Terrorism against our nation will not stand.”
“Our enemies have made the mistake that America’s enemies always make. They saw liberty and thought they saw weakness. And now, they see defeat.”
~ George W. Bush
10 years ago, I was a first time mom. My baby was 3 weeks old. My husband was busy. He was in the Marine Corps ~ man, do I miss it. September 10th, 2001 was a normal night ~ putting the baby to bed, up a couple times a night for feedings and diaper changes ~ which my man was wonderful at helping with! We had 1 car. Lived on base in a tiny 2 bedroom (couldn't have been any bigger than 900 sq. ft.)duplex at Midway Park.
September 11th 2001 came early for Jesse. They were doing work ups for upcoming float. So he was in early. I got up with the baby and put him in bed with me so i could snooze a little bit longer! I had the radio on to KISS country. Dozing off and on for what seemed like forever. When I finally woke up, reluctantly. And all the sudden, the show hosts break into a song ~ which was rare for them to do ~ and reported that a plane had hit the first world trade center. After a couple minutes, I go put Xavier in his crib and I turned the tv on. {Those were the days when we couldn't afford cable, so we had those bunny ear antenna's}
I had it on ABC and Charlie Gibson was on and reporting about the first WTC/plane collision. Then as I'm standing there, I saw the other plane fly into the other building. I stood there in utter shock. But, after a minute or two, I hear someone sobbing. I look around (I was the only one home)only to realize that tears were coursing down my cheeks and it was I who was sobbing.
I fell to the couch as I watched as people made decisions that it was better to fall to their death than be burned or be completely smashed.
At some point, I go to the phone to call Jesse to see if this was all a joke. My phone was dead. I look out my window, and it was SO clear, bright and beautiful out. When my phone finally had a tone, I couldn't get through to Jesse after a half hour. I then called my parents to make sure they were okay and they were. I eventually got through to Jesse ~ who told me to stay put ~ don't leave because all bases were locked down, if we left we weren't sure when we could get back on. It wasn't a big deal because he had the car. After doing nothing but watching coverage all day ~ and talking to Jesse when he could get through, I had a mission. He had asked me to make sure all his uniforms were washed and to get together any gear that he might need. His unit was the "on call" or next up unit. He might have to leave within 48 hours. The rumors were endless ~ the most plausible was that he might end up having to go to New York to help with the search efforts, security forces.
I spent my day feeding and changing the baby, doing laundry, and the weeping didn't stop. I was terrified beyond belief. Worried about my husband ~ who was in the branch of the military whose motto was First to Fight. Scared to death not knowing if our base was in danger. And knowing that I had just brought a baby into such a scary place.
Jesse eventually got home around 2 a.m. He didn't got to NYC. And they left on float at their appointed time ~ 6 months later. We survived 3 war time deployments.
But I will never forget the horrible utter terror of that day and the subsequent days following. Our tv's eventually went back to life as normal. As did the rest of our lives. But, our lives were forever altered, by the loss of so many lives. By so many things. And I'm grateful that I will never forget. I'm grateful that I get to educate my children on why we were attacked.
What is funny is that in our Bible classes, we have been learning about Abraham, Sarah, Ishmael and Isaac. You know, were it not for Sarah ~ who didn't trust God's promises, who made decisions with her emotions {granted, Abraham could've, and SHOULD'VE said NO WAY, SARAH}~ we wouldn't be in the same predicament we have today. You see, God promised Abraham a line through which all the world would be blessed. But, Sarah got impatient and gave Abraham permission to take another wife ~ her Egyptian (hmmmm, curious) maid Hagar who gave birth to Ishmael. He wasn't the "promised" son ~ Isaac was ~ who Sarah gave birth to 13 years later ~ but God couldn't deny Ishmael. I like that ~ God will ALWAYS keep HIS word. God told Hagar that Ishmael would be a wild donkey of a man, whose hand would be against everyone. And boy, have his descendants lived up to that.
September 11th was the scariest and most life altering moment so far in my life. But, through it, we saw who our friends/allies are. We saw that America can be a very divided country, but when it came down to it, we were UNIFIED. {And my prayer is that we could get back to that again} But, I'm grateful that I can use this to show my boys that God keeps HIS promise, and such a cut and dried right is right and wrong is wrong lesson. And, how we can make decisions in our lives good and bad, but that God will ALWAYS keep his promise. Whether HE likes our decisions or not. And that is a comforting thought.
So, here we sit, 10 years later, and it seems as though so many have forgotten. But I will never forget. NEVER FORGET.
Wednesday, September 7, 2011
Laundry
"I'm thankful for piles of laundry,it means my blessings are nearby"
I like that quote. For so long, and I still fight this, I stressed about keeping my house perfectly spotless ~ laundry always done, not a speck of dust on my furniture, no crumby's on the floor. But I've learned to embrace the chaos. If you come to my house unexpectedly, odds are you will find dirty dishes in my sink, baskets of laundry in the living room waiting to be folded and thus put away, and carpets that need to be vacuumed. And if you per chance need to use the rest room ~ don't mind the toothpaste in the sink and on the hand towel ~ there's a towel closet at the top of the stairs so feel free to get a fresh one.
No, I'm not rude, not filthy ~ I'm a mom of 3 little boys, wife to a man who works odd hours, oh yeah, and I homeschool.
I've learned to embrace the chaos. I'm glad that at night after my little guys are in bed that I don't have the energy to do anything but veg out. Always in the back of my mind I know there are dishes that need to be done, but there will always be dishes. And it's okay if my hubby has to ask me everyday to get him a pair of socks out of our sock basket ~ I do eventually get around to mating the socks, but then, they keep getting washed. I've learned to embrace it all. And if chaos and messiness (mind you I didn't say filth)bother you, don't bother to come to my house! I will eventually have a clean, spotless house, and while I get frustrated and say that I can't wait for my house to stay clean, it makes me sad to think why it will stay that way ~ because my guys will be gone.
So, I'm thankful for the piles of laundry (dirty and clean)dirty dishes in the sink and the crumbs on the floor ~ because it means my little blessings are here with me and I have taken time off from the chores to spend what little time I can with them.
I like that quote. For so long, and I still fight this, I stressed about keeping my house perfectly spotless ~ laundry always done, not a speck of dust on my furniture, no crumby's on the floor. But I've learned to embrace the chaos. If you come to my house unexpectedly, odds are you will find dirty dishes in my sink, baskets of laundry in the living room waiting to be folded and thus put away, and carpets that need to be vacuumed. And if you per chance need to use the rest room ~ don't mind the toothpaste in the sink and on the hand towel ~ there's a towel closet at the top of the stairs so feel free to get a fresh one.
No, I'm not rude, not filthy ~ I'm a mom of 3 little boys, wife to a man who works odd hours, oh yeah, and I homeschool.
I've learned to embrace the chaos. I'm glad that at night after my little guys are in bed that I don't have the energy to do anything but veg out. Always in the back of my mind I know there are dishes that need to be done, but there will always be dishes. And it's okay if my hubby has to ask me everyday to get him a pair of socks out of our sock basket ~ I do eventually get around to mating the socks, but then, they keep getting washed. I've learned to embrace it all. And if chaos and messiness (mind you I didn't say filth)bother you, don't bother to come to my house! I will eventually have a clean, spotless house, and while I get frustrated and say that I can't wait for my house to stay clean, it makes me sad to think why it will stay that way ~ because my guys will be gone.
So, I'm thankful for the piles of laundry (dirty and clean)dirty dishes in the sink and the crumbs on the floor ~ because it means my little blessings are here with me and I have taken time off from the chores to spend what little time I can with them.
Tuesday, September 6, 2011
Guess What?!?!?!
Autumn is in the air ~ which then leads me to start singing:
Yes, yes, I know it says love is in the air, but I ALWAYS replace it with Fall is in the Air Everywhere I look around. And it is so beautiful!
The weather is cooling off. Today, It didn't get out of the 60's. And it's supposed to get in the mid 50's tonight. The leaves are already starting to change. I got my fall decorations up yesterday. Gotta finish them up. This is my most favorite time of the year. It used to be winter, but the older I get (yes, I've finally accepted that next year I will be slightly older than my usual 25) the more I love the chill that autumn brings. I love the look of pumpkins on my door step. The piles of leaves in the yard. I love to see the harvest blessings flag flapping on my garden stake (alas, no garden to put it in though). I love all my count your blessings, give thanks decorations. It reminds me every day to be grateful. I do keep a few blessings out all year. But this time of year always brings me to a more thankful place. Gratitude is a thing that is so hard to come by anymore. I work so hard to instill some gratitude into my little bits. Sometimes, I despair when I hear them being so selfish. But there are times when they utterly shock me with how sweet and grateful they are. Mom, thanks for dinner. Mom, thanks for buying us this. And the thing that steals my heart the most is when they hug me and tell me how grateful they are that I am their mom.
These guys :
Are so awesome! I love them. These guys make me grateful day in and day out. I'm grateful that God gave them to me to raise. To make into men. I worry every day that I am a failure. But I know that God can turn my disasters into successes ~ not for my glory, but for HIS.
I know I rambled, but I love the autumn, I love my guys and I love my God! And every year at this time, I am always reminded of these things!
Yes, yes, I know it says love is in the air, but I ALWAYS replace it with Fall is in the Air Everywhere I look around. And it is so beautiful!
The weather is cooling off. Today, It didn't get out of the 60's. And it's supposed to get in the mid 50's tonight. The leaves are already starting to change. I got my fall decorations up yesterday. Gotta finish them up. This is my most favorite time of the year. It used to be winter, but the older I get (yes, I've finally accepted that next year I will be slightly older than my usual 25) the more I love the chill that autumn brings. I love the look of pumpkins on my door step. The piles of leaves in the yard. I love to see the harvest blessings flag flapping on my garden stake (alas, no garden to put it in though). I love all my count your blessings, give thanks decorations. It reminds me every day to be grateful. I do keep a few blessings out all year. But this time of year always brings me to a more thankful place. Gratitude is a thing that is so hard to come by anymore. I work so hard to instill some gratitude into my little bits. Sometimes, I despair when I hear them being so selfish. But there are times when they utterly shock me with how sweet and grateful they are. Mom, thanks for dinner. Mom, thanks for buying us this. And the thing that steals my heart the most is when they hug me and tell me how grateful they are that I am their mom.
These guys :
Are so awesome! I love them. These guys make me grateful day in and day out. I'm grateful that God gave them to me to raise. To make into men. I worry every day that I am a failure. But I know that God can turn my disasters into successes ~ not for my glory, but for HIS.
I know I rambled, but I love the autumn, I love my guys and I love my God! And every year at this time, I am always reminded of these things!
Tuesday, August 30, 2011
It's been quite awhile!
I must apologize ~ I haven't blogged in so long, despite so many promises to myself that I would. I have so much in me that I want to say, but then I never push post because it is so private. But, I'm starting to feel better.
Maybe it's the beginning of the change of seasons that has me ready to just start posting again. I don't know, but I redecorated my blog and I think I'm ready. I think part of it is that I haven't found my niche. It's weird. I really don't know who I am so I am finding it hard to put those things into words. Every once in a while I get a brilliant thought to expound on, and then I'm spent.
This past year has brought so many things into my life and taken a few things out. Most of it is good. Some bad. All life changing.
Tonight, as I type this, I have Xavier and Gunner upstairs in bed. And Jesse has Tucker at the urgent care clinic. He's been sick for the last couple days. Tonight around 9 he spiked a fever higher than I have ever seen on any of my babies. 104.7. That number in a fever is just scary for mama. I just went into a near panic ~ all I could think was that high of a fever could cause a seizure. He doesn't like cool showers, so I was alternating wet rags and towels. I would put them in refrigerator to get them nice and cool. Then, someone on my facebook post that I had asked people to pray for him mentioned strep. So, I got Jesse's flashlight and his throat had little red spots in it. So I figured it was strep throat. Poor little man. Bad mommy for not checking his throat earlier. Could've had some meds for him earlier, but no. His fever had went away and he kept telling me he felt better but I could tell in his eyes that he didn't. His eyes (all my guys' eyes do) tell me alot when he is sick. They just have this world weary look in them that breaks my heart every time.
I have kinda been down with fever and just a general not feeling good myself all day. Hopefully, none of the rest of us get it.
Yesterday ~ Tucker woke me up not feeling well, and a fever, but we had plans to go to the State fair and he really wanted to go. He *said* he was feeling better after a round of tylenol and cold medicine. So we went ~ and they got to ride some rides. After that though, he was just all droopy. We had lunch there, and he didn't eat anything. I knew we needed to be going home after that. So we went to get some more 25 cent chocolate milk, cause I have no problem telling you it is the best and it is the main reason I go. Then we went home and he pretty much slept the rest of the day and went to bed for the night early. Then he woke me up several times last night and finally we both just went to the living room and he slept on the couch and I hung out in the recliner dozing periodically. So it has been an eventful/miserable couple of days in our life! I hate it when my babies are ill. But that happens.
I got some cute pictures from yesterday, so I will try to get them up soon!
Tara
Maybe it's the beginning of the change of seasons that has me ready to just start posting again. I don't know, but I redecorated my blog and I think I'm ready. I think part of it is that I haven't found my niche. It's weird. I really don't know who I am so I am finding it hard to put those things into words. Every once in a while I get a brilliant thought to expound on, and then I'm spent.
This past year has brought so many things into my life and taken a few things out. Most of it is good. Some bad. All life changing.
Tonight, as I type this, I have Xavier and Gunner upstairs in bed. And Jesse has Tucker at the urgent care clinic. He's been sick for the last couple days. Tonight around 9 he spiked a fever higher than I have ever seen on any of my babies. 104.7. That number in a fever is just scary for mama. I just went into a near panic ~ all I could think was that high of a fever could cause a seizure. He doesn't like cool showers, so I was alternating wet rags and towels. I would put them in refrigerator to get them nice and cool. Then, someone on my facebook post that I had asked people to pray for him mentioned strep. So, I got Jesse's flashlight and his throat had little red spots in it. So I figured it was strep throat. Poor little man. Bad mommy for not checking his throat earlier. Could've had some meds for him earlier, but no. His fever had went away and he kept telling me he felt better but I could tell in his eyes that he didn't. His eyes (all my guys' eyes do) tell me alot when he is sick. They just have this world weary look in them that breaks my heart every time.
I have kinda been down with fever and just a general not feeling good myself all day. Hopefully, none of the rest of us get it.
Yesterday ~ Tucker woke me up not feeling well, and a fever, but we had plans to go to the State fair and he really wanted to go. He *said* he was feeling better after a round of tylenol and cold medicine. So we went ~ and they got to ride some rides. After that though, he was just all droopy. We had lunch there, and he didn't eat anything. I knew we needed to be going home after that. So we went to get some more 25 cent chocolate milk, cause I have no problem telling you it is the best and it is the main reason I go. Then we went home and he pretty much slept the rest of the day and went to bed for the night early. Then he woke me up several times last night and finally we both just went to the living room and he slept on the couch and I hung out in the recliner dozing periodically. So it has been an eventful/miserable couple of days in our life! I hate it when my babies are ill. But that happens.
I got some cute pictures from yesterday, so I will try to get them up soon!
Tara
Saturday, July 2, 2011
Give Me Liberty Or Give Me Death ~ Patrick Henry, March 23, 1775.
Give Me Liberty Or Give Me Death
Patrick Henry, March 23, 1775.
No man thinks more highly than I do of the patriotism, as well as abilities, of the very worthy gentlemen who have just addressed the House. But different men often see the same subject in different lights; and, therefore, I hope it will not be thought disrespectful to those gentlemen if, entertaining as I do opinions of a character very opposite to theirs, I shall speak forth my sentiments freely and without reserve. This is no time for ceremony. The questing before the House is one of awful moment to this country. For my own part, I consider it as nothing less than a question of freedom or slavery; and in proportion to the magnitude of the subject ought to be the freedom of the debate. It is only in this way that we can hope to arrive at truth, and fulfill the great responsibility which we hold to God and our country. Should I keep back my opinions at such a time, through fear of giving offense, I should consider myself as guilty of treason towards my country, and of an act of disloyalty toward the Majesty of Heaven, which I revere above all earthly kings.
Mr. President, it is natural to man to indulge in the illusions of hope. We are apt to shut our eyes against a painful truth, and listen to the song of that siren till she transforms us into beasts. Is this the part of wise men, engaged in a great and arduous struggle for liberty? Are we disposed to be of the number of those who, having eyes, see not, and, having ears, hear not, the things which so nearly concern their temporal salvation? For my part, whatever anguish of spirit it may cost, I am willing to know the whole truth; to know the worst, and to provide for it.
I have but one lamp by which my feet are guided, and that is the lamp of experience. I know of no way of judging of the future but by the past. And judging by the past, I wish to know what there has been in the conduct of the British ministry for the last ten years to justify those hopes with which gentlemen have been pleased to solace themselves and the House. Is it that insidious smile with which our petition has been lately received? Trust it not, sir; it will prove a snare to your feet. Suffer not yourselves to be betrayed with a kiss. Ask yourselves how this gracious reception of our petition comports with those warlike preparations which cover our waters and darken our land. Are fleets and armies necessary to a work of love and reconciliation? Have we shown ourselves so unwilling to be reconciled that force must be called in to win back our love? Let us not deceive ourselves, sir. These are the implements of war and subjugation; the last arguments to which kings resort. I ask gentlemen, sir, what means this martial array, if its purpose be not to force us to submission? Can gentlemen assign any other possible motive for it? Has Great Britain any enemy, in this quarter of the world, to call for all this accumulation of navies and armies? No, sir, she has none. They are meant for us: they can be meant for no other. They are sent over to bind and rivet upon us those chains which the British ministry have been so long forging. And what have we to oppose to them? Shall we try argument? Sir, we have been trying that for the last ten years. Have we anything new to offer upon the subject? Nothing. We have held the subject up in every light of which it is capable; but it has been all in vain. Shall we resort to entreaty and humble supplication? What terms shall we find which have not been already exhausted? Let us not, I beseech you, sir, deceive ourselves. Sir, we have done everything that could be done to avert the storm which is now coming on. We have petitioned; we have remonstrated; we have supplicated; we have prostrated ourselves before the throne, and have implored its interposition to arrest the tyrannical hands of the ministry and Parliament. Our petitions have been slighted; our remonstrances have produced additional violence and insult; our supplications have been disregarded; and we have been spurned, with contempt, from the foot of the throne! In vain, after these things, may we indulge the fond hope of peace and reconciliation. There is no longer any room for hope. If we wish to be free-- if we mean to preserve inviolate those inestimable privileges for which we have been so long contending--if we mean not basely to abandon the noble struggle in which we have been so long engaged, and which we have pledged ourselves never to abandon until the glorious object of our contest shall be obtained--we must fight! I repeat it, sir, we must fight! An appeal to arms and to the God of hosts is all that is left us!
They tell us, sir, that we are weak; unable to cope with so formidable an adversary. But when shall we be stronger? Will it be the next week, or the next year? Will it be when we are totally disarmed, and when a British guard shall be stationed in every house? Shall we gather strength by irresolution and inaction? Shall we acquire the means of effectual resistance by lying supinely on our backs and hugging the delusive phantom of hope, until our enemies shall have bound us hand and foot? Sir, we are not weak if we make a proper use of those means which the God of nature hath placed in our power. The millions of people, armed in the holy cause of liberty, and in such a country as that which we possess, are invincible by any force which our enemy can send against us. Besides, sir, we shall not fight our battles alone. There is a just God who presides over the destinies of nations, and who will raise up friends to fight our battles for us. The battle, sir, is not to the strong alone; it is to the vigilant, the active, the brave. Besides, sir, we have no election. If we were base enough to desire it, it is now too late to retire from the contest. There is no retreat but in submission and slavery! Our chains are forged! Their clanking may be heard on the plains of Boston! The war is inevitable--and let it come! I repeat it, sir, let it come.
It is in vain, sir, to extenuate the matter. Gentlemen may cry, Peace, Peace-- but there is no peace. The war is actually begun! The next gale that sweeps from the north will bring to our ears the clash of resounding arms! Our brethren are already in the field! Why stand we here idle? What is it that gentlemen wish? What would they have? Is life so dear, or peace so sweet, as to be purchased at the price of chains and slavery? Forbid it, Almighty God! I know not what course others may take; but as for me, give me liberty or give me death!
Happy Independence Day to you!
Patrick Henry, March 23, 1775.
No man thinks more highly than I do of the patriotism, as well as abilities, of the very worthy gentlemen who have just addressed the House. But different men often see the same subject in different lights; and, therefore, I hope it will not be thought disrespectful to those gentlemen if, entertaining as I do opinions of a character very opposite to theirs, I shall speak forth my sentiments freely and without reserve. This is no time for ceremony. The questing before the House is one of awful moment to this country. For my own part, I consider it as nothing less than a question of freedom or slavery; and in proportion to the magnitude of the subject ought to be the freedom of the debate. It is only in this way that we can hope to arrive at truth, and fulfill the great responsibility which we hold to God and our country. Should I keep back my opinions at such a time, through fear of giving offense, I should consider myself as guilty of treason towards my country, and of an act of disloyalty toward the Majesty of Heaven, which I revere above all earthly kings.
Mr. President, it is natural to man to indulge in the illusions of hope. We are apt to shut our eyes against a painful truth, and listen to the song of that siren till she transforms us into beasts. Is this the part of wise men, engaged in a great and arduous struggle for liberty? Are we disposed to be of the number of those who, having eyes, see not, and, having ears, hear not, the things which so nearly concern their temporal salvation? For my part, whatever anguish of spirit it may cost, I am willing to know the whole truth; to know the worst, and to provide for it.
I have but one lamp by which my feet are guided, and that is the lamp of experience. I know of no way of judging of the future but by the past. And judging by the past, I wish to know what there has been in the conduct of the British ministry for the last ten years to justify those hopes with which gentlemen have been pleased to solace themselves and the House. Is it that insidious smile with which our petition has been lately received? Trust it not, sir; it will prove a snare to your feet. Suffer not yourselves to be betrayed with a kiss. Ask yourselves how this gracious reception of our petition comports with those warlike preparations which cover our waters and darken our land. Are fleets and armies necessary to a work of love and reconciliation? Have we shown ourselves so unwilling to be reconciled that force must be called in to win back our love? Let us not deceive ourselves, sir. These are the implements of war and subjugation; the last arguments to which kings resort. I ask gentlemen, sir, what means this martial array, if its purpose be not to force us to submission? Can gentlemen assign any other possible motive for it? Has Great Britain any enemy, in this quarter of the world, to call for all this accumulation of navies and armies? No, sir, she has none. They are meant for us: they can be meant for no other. They are sent over to bind and rivet upon us those chains which the British ministry have been so long forging. And what have we to oppose to them? Shall we try argument? Sir, we have been trying that for the last ten years. Have we anything new to offer upon the subject? Nothing. We have held the subject up in every light of which it is capable; but it has been all in vain. Shall we resort to entreaty and humble supplication? What terms shall we find which have not been already exhausted? Let us not, I beseech you, sir, deceive ourselves. Sir, we have done everything that could be done to avert the storm which is now coming on. We have petitioned; we have remonstrated; we have supplicated; we have prostrated ourselves before the throne, and have implored its interposition to arrest the tyrannical hands of the ministry and Parliament. Our petitions have been slighted; our remonstrances have produced additional violence and insult; our supplications have been disregarded; and we have been spurned, with contempt, from the foot of the throne! In vain, after these things, may we indulge the fond hope of peace and reconciliation. There is no longer any room for hope. If we wish to be free-- if we mean to preserve inviolate those inestimable privileges for which we have been so long contending--if we mean not basely to abandon the noble struggle in which we have been so long engaged, and which we have pledged ourselves never to abandon until the glorious object of our contest shall be obtained--we must fight! I repeat it, sir, we must fight! An appeal to arms and to the God of hosts is all that is left us!
They tell us, sir, that we are weak; unable to cope with so formidable an adversary. But when shall we be stronger? Will it be the next week, or the next year? Will it be when we are totally disarmed, and when a British guard shall be stationed in every house? Shall we gather strength by irresolution and inaction? Shall we acquire the means of effectual resistance by lying supinely on our backs and hugging the delusive phantom of hope, until our enemies shall have bound us hand and foot? Sir, we are not weak if we make a proper use of those means which the God of nature hath placed in our power. The millions of people, armed in the holy cause of liberty, and in such a country as that which we possess, are invincible by any force which our enemy can send against us. Besides, sir, we shall not fight our battles alone. There is a just God who presides over the destinies of nations, and who will raise up friends to fight our battles for us. The battle, sir, is not to the strong alone; it is to the vigilant, the active, the brave. Besides, sir, we have no election. If we were base enough to desire it, it is now too late to retire from the contest. There is no retreat but in submission and slavery! Our chains are forged! Their clanking may be heard on the plains of Boston! The war is inevitable--and let it come! I repeat it, sir, let it come.
It is in vain, sir, to extenuate the matter. Gentlemen may cry, Peace, Peace-- but there is no peace. The war is actually begun! The next gale that sweeps from the north will bring to our ears the clash of resounding arms! Our brethren are already in the field! Why stand we here idle? What is it that gentlemen wish? What would they have? Is life so dear, or peace so sweet, as to be purchased at the price of chains and slavery? Forbid it, Almighty God! I know not what course others may take; but as for me, give me liberty or give me death!
Happy Independence Day to you!
Tuesday, June 28, 2011
So much to say
Oh, my goodness. There is so much to type about. So much to say, so many feelings to sort through. So much has happened since last June. Our lives have dramatically changed ~ in SO MANY WAYS. I have SO much I want to say, but I don't know if I'm ready to bare the sadness of my heart. But I just may soon, because it may just eat me alive if I don't.
I don't even know where to start. I have to give a great shout out to a very sweet friend of mine, who I met on this journey; who, whether she knows it or not, her blogs and her fb friendship and words of encouragement have been a salve to my hurting heart. She has been through SO MUCH. And God is using her in such AWESOME ways. Not just in my life, but in any lives she touches. She oozes grace and i love her! Here is the link to her blog. If you read it, you will be touched.
I also just want to say how much of a rock my sweet wonderful husband has been this past year. It is awesome when bad things happen that you can just run into each others arms and just take comfort. To just be able to laugh, cry, scream, whisper, or even just be silent together is what marriage is all about. We have lost so much this year, but found each other in sweeter ways. He's my answer to prayer. I just love him so much.
And my guys have been awesome. Throughout this past year, I have seen and learned so much about myself. I have found out what ways I have been wrong in how I treat my children. I have learned new ways to mother them. To cherish them. To just be a more fun mom. While still being that disciplined mom. I am learning different ways to best raise my guys to be a servant for God.
I'll post more later. I won't leave you hanging for TOO long! Promise!
I don't even know where to start. I have to give a great shout out to a very sweet friend of mine, who I met on this journey; who, whether she knows it or not, her blogs and her fb friendship and words of encouragement have been a salve to my hurting heart. She has been through SO MUCH. And God is using her in such AWESOME ways. Not just in my life, but in any lives she touches. She oozes grace and i love her! Here is the link to her blog. If you read it, you will be touched.
I also just want to say how much of a rock my sweet wonderful husband has been this past year. It is awesome when bad things happen that you can just run into each others arms and just take comfort. To just be able to laugh, cry, scream, whisper, or even just be silent together is what marriage is all about. We have lost so much this year, but found each other in sweeter ways. He's my answer to prayer. I just love him so much.
And my guys have been awesome. Throughout this past year, I have seen and learned so much about myself. I have found out what ways I have been wrong in how I treat my children. I have learned new ways to mother them. To cherish them. To just be a more fun mom. While still being that disciplined mom. I am learning different ways to best raise my guys to be a servant for God.
I'll post more later. I won't leave you hanging for TOO long! Promise!
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
Maid-Rites
Today for dinner, we had Maid-Rites. One of my favorites. I just love them. And it's been so long since we've had them. We had chips for sides, but I stuffed myself with the maid-rites.
And they are SO simple. Here's what I did ~
2.25 lbs of hamburger
1 can cream of celery soup
1 can of french onion soup
Brown the hamburger and drain. Then add the soups and stir, and let it simmer on medium low for10 or 15 minutes. Then I put on a hamburger bun.
Jesse likes to put ketchup and mustard on it. I like to eat as is. Tucker (he's a pretty picky eater) ate 2 and 1/2 today.
Once, when he was much younger, Xavier had an allergic reaction to what we thought was the Maid-rites, so now (we've tested that out before) he is skeptical about eating them, but hasn't been affected by them since, so it must not have been the maid-rites!
But that is one of my favorite meals. So quick, not fancy schmancy, and just a great go-to kinda meal!
And they are SO simple. Here's what I did ~
2.25 lbs of hamburger
1 can cream of celery soup
1 can of french onion soup
Brown the hamburger and drain. Then add the soups and stir, and let it simmer on medium low for10 or 15 minutes. Then I put on a hamburger bun.
Jesse likes to put ketchup and mustard on it. I like to eat as is. Tucker (he's a pretty picky eater) ate 2 and 1/2 today.
Once, when he was much younger, Xavier had an allergic reaction to what we thought was the Maid-rites, so now (we've tested that out before) he is skeptical about eating them, but hasn't been affected by them since, so it must not have been the maid-rites!
But that is one of my favorite meals. So quick, not fancy schmancy, and just a great go-to kinda meal!
Saturday, January 22, 2011
just a glimpse
I don't know if maybe I should keep this private. I know I don't have many readers, and the ones I know who do read my blog, I hope they understand my heart.
I realize that some of the things I'm gonna say may be offensive to some as they may sound rather blasphemous.
And I'm warning you right now, I have a twisted way of thinking. I don't think conventionally. I think it's kinda funny, because most people think Job's wife was a horribly nagging wife. I see her differently. I see a mom who has not only lost everything they owned, but lost all of her children and her grandchildren in one terrorist attack. Then not many days (if not hours) later, her husband became EXTREMELY ill. I see Mrs. Job as a hurt and aching woman who just wanted to be with her kids again. And that's all she could see through her grief.
When Ifinally figured that out, it TOTALLY changed my view of a lot of stuff in the Bible. I stopped letting "man" tell me how to interpret the Bible. I let God's Word show me what I needed. And I've done that again. I read my Bible. Do my darnedest to read it every day. I know I could be more faithful to ~ I know I could read more, so I try.
My favorite authors are Brock and Bodie Thoene. They have written this awesome series called the AD Chronicles. They have taken the life of Jesus from the Gospels and have fictionalized characters and wrote about the lives that Jesus touched. I read those and they have a Bible study guide that goes with them, so I try to use them to study the Bible too. You should read them. Those books opened my eyes up to help me make Jesus more real in my life. Did you know Jesus was a real live human being about 2011 years ago?! Sometimes I forget that.
For me, sometimes I read the Bible as, not a guidebook or loveletter, but as a 'well, I'm supposed to read this book' obligatory reading. So it seems I get too detached to let it sink in. But I just love when it hits home and makes me think! I pray it happens more than it does.
What I'm about to write about, like I said, I hope I don't offend. Please know my heart. This is just the way I feel right now, at this stage of my life. It's just a glimpse into the weird way my mind works ;). Scary I know. If you don't want to read further, I understand!
Okay, so I'm just gonna quit rambling and just jump right in. Forgive me if I don't make sense, i'm still trying to figure it out myself
I know I have alluded in a previous post that I have been down alot lately. I'm not gonna talk about why. That isn't what's important. but what is important is what I have come to understand about my Jesus.
Jesus was a human. All man, while yet still ALL GOD. That I can't fathom and I literally get a headache just trying to wrap my mind around the enormity of that. What I focus on is that HE was human. He was tempted just like us.
And another thing I focus on ~ people are stupid, mean, cruel, and uncaring creatures. Even back when Jesus walked the earth. Jesus walked among the cruel people, yet HE was compassionate. Jesus spent HIS time on earth helping the hurt, broken people and he was reviled and HATED for it. People tried to entrap HIM, tried to harm HIM. People plotted to have HIM destroyed. And when it was HIS time and the FATHER's choosing, they did. Or so they thought, but by conquering HIM, HE conquered death and hell. That gives me shivers. All for me. Okay, and you too! But I'm selfish and like to think (cause I do know it's true) that HE would've came just for me!
But anywho ~ HE had to deal with all of the crap of life. HE was basically homeless. HE had followers who were selfish and had a "ME FIRST" mentality. His followers were always trying to out do everyone else. Can you imagine ~ goody two shoes while HE was around, but when HE left to be alone to pray ~ can you imagine it ~ sitting down to discuss HIS obtuse teachings and then going after each other, not caring for the other. Backstabbing each other, and worst of all being disloyal and doubting HIM. Jesus the only begotten of the FATHER. We know one did betray him to the death for a monetary benefit.
But, that isn't what I think about mostly. Here lately, I've wondered what Jesus did when HE went alone to pray. Or when HE spent the 40 days in the wilderness.
It comforts me to know that HE was human, yet never sinned. It comforts me that the GOD of the old testament got angry ~ and were it not for Moses intercession at some points, God would've wiped Israel away, and started a nation over with Moses.
And when I remember that ~ I think about the verse that says be ye angry and sin not. It doesn't say don't EVER get angry. Just don't sin in anger. GOD got angry. That is part of HIS character. And I am glad HE loves me so much that HE is angered when I wander away from him. But on the flip side, I'm glad I have Jesus to be my advocate to withhold God from wiping me off the planet!
But ~ what did JESUS do and say when HE went to the Father. HE was like us. I like to think that those who denied HIM, that hurt HIM. I think HE struggled. I think HE grieved.
Now, here is where some might be offended but this is what it is. I'm not trying to be GOD. But I wonder what some of Jesus' prayers were like. Here's what I think ~
'Father ~ I am YOUR SON. I am the Messiah, the HOLY ONE of Israel. But they don't give a hoot. all they want is their tummies filled. I'm giving them not only bread to feed their bellies, but I am trying to feed their souls, but they don't care. Father, I'm frustrated. My disciples want to be glorified. They say they believe who I AM. But they are just vying for positions in YOUR kingdom. Nobody wants to serve YOU. They only want to know what I can do for them. It's heart wrenching to see people I have healed to turn and walk away never really caring what was done for them outside of the benefits it provides them. It makes ME so angry, Father, to see YOUR HOUSE being turned into a profit house. Does anyone want to worship you with their whole minds, hearts, bodies, and souls anymore? I'm just frustrated. I'm struggling, Father. Give me your heart to love when no one loves back. When I am hurt by how they reject the LIVING WATER, may it still pour unceasingly from ME. But, not MY WILL YOURS, Father ~ for thine is the kingdom, and the power and the glory forever, AMEN"
That is just what I hear if I listen carefully and think about it. And it makes the current struggles I am going through a little lighter to bear. Life is so hard and so painful. But I cling to the knowledge that CHRIST understands my pain, and HE sent the Comforter to me. And I can praise HIM in this storm I am going through. And praising HIM makes the load just a bit lighter.
Still it sucks. Still it hurts. But, I know that one day, the light will break through, we'll be called to glory, and eventually all hurts, no matter who they are inflicted by, and all tears will be wiped away by the lovely rugged scarred hand of my LORD.
Thanks for bearing with me. I mean no offense to anyone. I just wanted to share with you, in case you too were struggling and needed a different insight! Love to you all!
I realize that some of the things I'm gonna say may be offensive to some as they may sound rather blasphemous.
And I'm warning you right now, I have a twisted way of thinking. I don't think conventionally. I think it's kinda funny, because most people think Job's wife was a horribly nagging wife. I see her differently. I see a mom who has not only lost everything they owned, but lost all of her children and her grandchildren in one terrorist attack. Then not many days (if not hours) later, her husband became EXTREMELY ill. I see Mrs. Job as a hurt and aching woman who just wanted to be with her kids again. And that's all she could see through her grief.
When Ifinally figured that out, it TOTALLY changed my view of a lot of stuff in the Bible. I stopped letting "man" tell me how to interpret the Bible. I let God's Word show me what I needed. And I've done that again. I read my Bible. Do my darnedest to read it every day. I know I could be more faithful to ~ I know I could read more, so I try.
My favorite authors are Brock and Bodie Thoene. They have written this awesome series called the AD Chronicles. They have taken the life of Jesus from the Gospels and have fictionalized characters and wrote about the lives that Jesus touched. I read those and they have a Bible study guide that goes with them, so I try to use them to study the Bible too. You should read them. Those books opened my eyes up to help me make Jesus more real in my life. Did you know Jesus was a real live human being about 2011 years ago?! Sometimes I forget that.
For me, sometimes I read the Bible as, not a guidebook or loveletter, but as a 'well, I'm supposed to read this book' obligatory reading. So it seems I get too detached to let it sink in. But I just love when it hits home and makes me think! I pray it happens more than it does.
What I'm about to write about, like I said, I hope I don't offend. Please know my heart. This is just the way I feel right now, at this stage of my life. It's just a glimpse into the weird way my mind works ;). Scary I know. If you don't want to read further, I understand!
Okay, so I'm just gonna quit rambling and just jump right in. Forgive me if I don't make sense, i'm still trying to figure it out myself
I know I have alluded in a previous post that I have been down alot lately. I'm not gonna talk about why. That isn't what's important. but what is important is what I have come to understand about my Jesus.
Jesus was a human. All man, while yet still ALL GOD. That I can't fathom and I literally get a headache just trying to wrap my mind around the enormity of that. What I focus on is that HE was human. He was tempted just like us.
And another thing I focus on ~ people are stupid, mean, cruel, and uncaring creatures. Even back when Jesus walked the earth. Jesus walked among the cruel people, yet HE was compassionate. Jesus spent HIS time on earth helping the hurt, broken people and he was reviled and HATED for it. People tried to entrap HIM, tried to harm HIM. People plotted to have HIM destroyed. And when it was HIS time and the FATHER's choosing, they did. Or so they thought, but by conquering HIM, HE conquered death and hell. That gives me shivers. All for me. Okay, and you too! But I'm selfish and like to think (cause I do know it's true) that HE would've came just for me!
But anywho ~ HE had to deal with all of the crap of life. HE was basically homeless. HE had followers who were selfish and had a "ME FIRST" mentality. His followers were always trying to out do everyone else. Can you imagine ~ goody two shoes while HE was around, but when HE left to be alone to pray ~ can you imagine it ~ sitting down to discuss HIS obtuse teachings and then going after each other, not caring for the other. Backstabbing each other, and worst of all being disloyal and doubting HIM. Jesus the only begotten of the FATHER. We know one did betray him to the death for a monetary benefit.
But, that isn't what I think about mostly. Here lately, I've wondered what Jesus did when HE went alone to pray. Or when HE spent the 40 days in the wilderness.
It comforts me to know that HE was human, yet never sinned. It comforts me that the GOD of the old testament got angry ~ and were it not for Moses intercession at some points, God would've wiped Israel away, and started a nation over with Moses.
And when I remember that ~ I think about the verse that says be ye angry and sin not. It doesn't say don't EVER get angry. Just don't sin in anger. GOD got angry. That is part of HIS character. And I am glad HE loves me so much that HE is angered when I wander away from him. But on the flip side, I'm glad I have Jesus to be my advocate to withhold God from wiping me off the planet!
But ~ what did JESUS do and say when HE went to the Father. HE was like us. I like to think that those who denied HIM, that hurt HIM. I think HE struggled. I think HE grieved.
Now, here is where some might be offended but this is what it is. I'm not trying to be GOD. But I wonder what some of Jesus' prayers were like. Here's what I think ~
'Father ~ I am YOUR SON. I am the Messiah, the HOLY ONE of Israel. But they don't give a hoot. all they want is their tummies filled. I'm giving them not only bread to feed their bellies, but I am trying to feed their souls, but they don't care. Father, I'm frustrated. My disciples want to be glorified. They say they believe who I AM. But they are just vying for positions in YOUR kingdom. Nobody wants to serve YOU. They only want to know what I can do for them. It's heart wrenching to see people I have healed to turn and walk away never really caring what was done for them outside of the benefits it provides them. It makes ME so angry, Father, to see YOUR HOUSE being turned into a profit house. Does anyone want to worship you with their whole minds, hearts, bodies, and souls anymore? I'm just frustrated. I'm struggling, Father. Give me your heart to love when no one loves back. When I am hurt by how they reject the LIVING WATER, may it still pour unceasingly from ME. But, not MY WILL YOURS, Father ~ for thine is the kingdom, and the power and the glory forever, AMEN"
That is just what I hear if I listen carefully and think about it. And it makes the current struggles I am going through a little lighter to bear. Life is so hard and so painful. But I cling to the knowledge that CHRIST understands my pain, and HE sent the Comforter to me. And I can praise HIM in this storm I am going through. And praising HIM makes the load just a bit lighter.
Still it sucks. Still it hurts. But, I know that one day, the light will break through, we'll be called to glory, and eventually all hurts, no matter who they are inflicted by, and all tears will be wiped away by the lovely rugged scarred hand of my LORD.
Thanks for bearing with me. I mean no offense to anyone. I just wanted to share with you, in case you too were struggling and needed a different insight! Love to you all!
Thursday, January 20, 2011
Where was I?
Oh, that's right. I haven't posted in a few days. I've been busy. Sorta. I mean, not much out of th ordinary.
And plus, I haven't done much special for dinners. Mostly left overs and spaghetti one night. And the recipes for spaghetti are endless, so I won't bore you with that. Tonight, we had my sister in law Samantha and her fiance' Scott over for dinner. It was Chicken steak, black beans and rice, roasted potatoes, and plantains ~ YUMMO! It is TOTALLY a favorite in this house, and Sam and Scott LOVED it too. So it was a hit. It was great to have them over. They are fun to hang out with. Can't wait till they start planning their wedding! I'm excited for them!
We are in the process of getting ready to move. I think tonight might have been the last "entertaining" thing we will do in this apartment. We are going to be moving to Syracuse area. Closer to Jesse's work and away from some drama we have going on here. Close enough to still see the family here ~ and close enough for them to have a day away from home, too.
I am excited about the move. I have already found a house I like ~ possibly love. It has a few draw backs. It has no yard for the boys. But it is on a nice street that they could ride bikes and scooters and ripstiks on. It also has no dining room. But the kitchen is small, too. And not enough room to put our table in to eat on, so we would have to make do. Which is workable. I don't mind. To me, the compromise is worth it for the rest of the house. It is a lovely concrete cider block house. Ranch style with a full basement. The basement is what I LOVE. It is a clean, dry, warm basement. A great play area for the boys. We'd be able to set up their school area down there and I would be able to put my dining table in the basement and have it dedicated as my craft area for scrapbooking ~ and not have to clean up my pages I'm working on every day. I could work on it a little here, a little there, and not worry about leaving it all out. And that would be the craft area for the kids, too. That excites me. It has central air conditioning ~ SCORE ~ It IS a 3 bedroom. Xavier would have his own room ~ which Tucker is jealous of. And truly, it's not HIS fault he was 2nd born! It's got a lovely sized living room, which for dinners would be converted with a simple folding table into the dining area. It's close to everything. Around 15 minutes to Jesse's work, 20 minutes from the Syracuse Airport. 10 minutes from Carousel Mall. And the best yet, not too far from Chipotle. *mouth watering as I think about it*
AND, as of tonight, the house is still available, so just waiting for our tax refund to have all the cash together to put the deposit down, and rent the HUGE moving truck needed to get all our stuff there. So we are just praying that if it's God's will for that house to be our home for a little while, it will be waiting for us. And if not, then I know the house God has for us will be PERFECT.
And, tonight, Jesse and I were talking about when we move, not hooking up cable. Not forever, but for just a little while. I know that having so much tv makes me tend to be a little more lazy, and I KNOW that the boys spend WAY TOO MUCH time watching tv. And that not having tv for a little while might just inspire a little more creativity on all our parts, and inspire the boys to read more, and be more content with the toys and things they have. We have dvd's and gaming consoles out the wazoo, that they wouldn't be fiending for an electronics fix. I just think being without tv might just help us rearrange our priorities just a little better.
So, that is what has been going on around here, or at least, what has been going through my head lately. So, now you can't say, I DIDN'T KNOW THAT!
And lastly, I appreciate everyone who reads my blog! So, thanks! I know I don't have the most exciting life, but I love it!
And plus, I haven't done much special for dinners. Mostly left overs and spaghetti one night. And the recipes for spaghetti are endless, so I won't bore you with that. Tonight, we had my sister in law Samantha and her fiance' Scott over for dinner. It was Chicken steak, black beans and rice, roasted potatoes, and plantains ~ YUMMO! It is TOTALLY a favorite in this house, and Sam and Scott LOVED it too. So it was a hit. It was great to have them over. They are fun to hang out with. Can't wait till they start planning their wedding! I'm excited for them!
We are in the process of getting ready to move. I think tonight might have been the last "entertaining" thing we will do in this apartment. We are going to be moving to Syracuse area. Closer to Jesse's work and away from some drama we have going on here. Close enough to still see the family here ~ and close enough for them to have a day away from home, too.
I am excited about the move. I have already found a house I like ~ possibly love. It has a few draw backs. It has no yard for the boys. But it is on a nice street that they could ride bikes and scooters and ripstiks on. It also has no dining room. But the kitchen is small, too. And not enough room to put our table in to eat on, so we would have to make do. Which is workable. I don't mind. To me, the compromise is worth it for the rest of the house. It is a lovely concrete cider block house. Ranch style with a full basement. The basement is what I LOVE. It is a clean, dry, warm basement. A great play area for the boys. We'd be able to set up their school area down there and I would be able to put my dining table in the basement and have it dedicated as my craft area for scrapbooking ~ and not have to clean up my pages I'm working on every day. I could work on it a little here, a little there, and not worry about leaving it all out. And that would be the craft area for the kids, too. That excites me. It has central air conditioning ~ SCORE ~ It IS a 3 bedroom. Xavier would have his own room ~ which Tucker is jealous of. And truly, it's not HIS fault he was 2nd born! It's got a lovely sized living room, which for dinners would be converted with a simple folding table into the dining area. It's close to everything. Around 15 minutes to Jesse's work, 20 minutes from the Syracuse Airport. 10 minutes from Carousel Mall. And the best yet, not too far from Chipotle. *mouth watering as I think about it*
AND, as of tonight, the house is still available, so just waiting for our tax refund to have all the cash together to put the deposit down, and rent the HUGE moving truck needed to get all our stuff there. So we are just praying that if it's God's will for that house to be our home for a little while, it will be waiting for us. And if not, then I know the house God has for us will be PERFECT.
And, tonight, Jesse and I were talking about when we move, not hooking up cable. Not forever, but for just a little while. I know that having so much tv makes me tend to be a little more lazy, and I KNOW that the boys spend WAY TOO MUCH time watching tv. And that not having tv for a little while might just inspire a little more creativity on all our parts, and inspire the boys to read more, and be more content with the toys and things they have. We have dvd's and gaming consoles out the wazoo, that they wouldn't be fiending for an electronics fix. I just think being without tv might just help us rearrange our priorities just a little better.
So, that is what has been going on around here, or at least, what has been going through my head lately. So, now you can't say, I DIDN'T KNOW THAT!
And lastly, I appreciate everyone who reads my blog! So, thanks! I know I don't have the most exciting life, but I love it!
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