Have you ever thought that fixing up your home is kind of like an addiction? This summer we are trying to put up a patio cover to get some shade. Tony and Kaiden have been hard at work out there, and I must say it's coming along pretty nicely. I'm proud of them. You will get to see pictures when I get that adapter thing or the new computer!
Friday, July 10, 2009
Sunday, June 28, 2009
This crazy bug!
Have you ever heard of a house centipede? Tony and I were sitting here in the living room when one of these little guys started running across the floor. We looked it up because it's sucha strange looking insect- 24 legs and a set of antennae in both front and back. It turns out they are nocturnal, so although common, they are infrequently seen. Maybe if you keep your eyes peeled tonight you just might see one. (They are a really light color, so you'll have to look carefully). Tony's one word description of this little guy, "leggy."
Friday, June 26, 2009
Adoption and no pictures for you!
Tony and I are waiting for a baby. We are registered with the county and that licensing counts for private adoption too. If you have an referrals, please don't hesitate to send them our way.
Here is my post about not positing. When I officially was no longer with Lilly, they wanted their printer back. We bought a new one but it doesn't upload photos. Now we either have to get some sort of adapter contraption or a new computer. I'm not sure why I want a new computer but I'm leaning that way.
Anyway, until further notice, I get to keep all my pictures to myself.
Here is my post about not positing. When I officially was no longer with Lilly, they wanted their printer back. We bought a new one but it doesn't upload photos. Now we either have to get some sort of adapter contraption or a new computer. I'm not sure why I want a new computer but I'm leaning that way.
Anyway, until further notice, I get to keep all my pictures to myself.
Friday, May 15, 2009
What loving hands can do
This is kind of a personal post, but I hope the next time you wonder if you're making any difference, it will help.
It's been 5 years since that day. In the YMCA pool were my little 6 year old daughter and 3 year old son. Twice a week I brought them for swimming lessons. Each time, I would place their things in a locker and go sit down in the observation room to watch. This time was different. I had been trying to control my grief and despair in front of my children and keep myself together. I found what I thought was a secluded corner of the locker room where no one could see me. Sitting on the floor, I pulled my knees into my chest and rested my forehead on them. In the safety of knowing I was alone, I let tears stream down my face into my secluded knees as I tried to accept the idea I would be raising my children alone and needing to find a way to provide. To my surprise, two older women came and placed their hands on my shoulders. I knew they couldn't have heard me and thought I must have just looked like I was resting. When they asked if I was alright and what was wrong I couldn't help but really start to cry. All I could voice was that my husband was leaving my children and I. They came in closer, touching my body and placeing their hands together- resting them on me. Those women prayed hard for my kids and I. They held me close for a while. Maybe the problem didn't go away, and I can't say my grief was gone. Never will I forget those two angels I had never met and never saw again who took time out of their day and lives to comfort me that morning.
When life feels pointless and monotonous, remember that you do make a difference. And while a few extra hours at work might earn you a bigger pay check that would all too soon be spent and gone, a few moments of loving someone may last a lifetime.
It's been 5 years since that day. In the YMCA pool were my little 6 year old daughter and 3 year old son. Twice a week I brought them for swimming lessons. Each time, I would place their things in a locker and go sit down in the observation room to watch. This time was different. I had been trying to control my grief and despair in front of my children and keep myself together. I found what I thought was a secluded corner of the locker room where no one could see me. Sitting on the floor, I pulled my knees into my chest and rested my forehead on them. In the safety of knowing I was alone, I let tears stream down my face into my secluded knees as I tried to accept the idea I would be raising my children alone and needing to find a way to provide. To my surprise, two older women came and placed their hands on my shoulders. I knew they couldn't have heard me and thought I must have just looked like I was resting. When they asked if I was alright and what was wrong I couldn't help but really start to cry. All I could voice was that my husband was leaving my children and I. They came in closer, touching my body and placeing their hands together- resting them on me. Those women prayed hard for my kids and I. They held me close for a while. Maybe the problem didn't go away, and I can't say my grief was gone. Never will I forget those two angels I had never met and never saw again who took time out of their day and lives to comfort me that morning.
When life feels pointless and monotonous, remember that you do make a difference. And while a few extra hours at work might earn you a bigger pay check that would all too soon be spent and gone, a few moments of loving someone may last a lifetime.