My trip to Turkey was not only 5 days long.... I have just misplaced my written journals. When I find them I will cont. my trip. :-)
I thought I would share a funny from my car today. It should give you a glimpse into my insane life.
Barron: Hey Peyton.... your a cup
(Baily, who is in the front seat beside me, looks at me confused and then giggles)
Barron: Your a cup! Your a cup! Your a cup!
Peyton: Barron, that isn't nice. You shouldn't say things that aren't nice.
Barron: I am nice and your a cup.
Peyton: (with tears) Mom, Barron is being mean and calling me bad things.
Me: (silent....can't say anything for fear of laughing)
Peyton: (crying louder now) MOM!!! He is being mean.
Me: Laughing and shaking (you know the kind of laughter you do when you are in church and you CAN'T laugh)
Barron: Baily, Shelby, Peyton.....Cups cups cups. You are all cups. Cups cups cups.
Baily and Shelby: (in unison) Hey! That's rude.
Me: Still shaking in laughter! (and in my head I think) REALLY! Are they REALLY all offended because they were just called cups. At this point I can't figure out what is funnier; the fact that his choice insult is to call his sisters a cup; or that they are all offended by it.
ME: Ok Barron.. we only call people by their real names. Anything else is rude. (Good job mom! Stand your ground.)
Barron: Mom, Your a cup!
Thursday, September 17, 2009
Friday, September 11, 2009
HAPPY BIRTHDAY HONEY!!!
As I climbed out of bed this morning, the excitement of the date energized me. My favorite times of the year, are birthdays in our house. It is a day that is filled with fun and celebration meant only to honor that person (or set of persons :-) I love it. I sat down at the computer to write all about the Birthday in the house and turned on Facebook. I quickly remembered what today means to alot of other people.
September 11th is a day that most remember with great sorrow. The day of the tragedy I remember laying in bed and our phone began to ring. Steven had taken the day off to celebrate his 25th Birthday. My dad called and told us to turn on the TV. We watched, with the rest of the world, a country be turned upside down. I remember the silence in our room. I remember the confusion of the reporters. I remember questioning if I was afraid or not. I remember being thankful that my family was together, because many were not.
On that September 11th, I remember one thing that moved us forward was Steven's birthday. It would have been easier to sit in the bed and watch the planes crash over and over, than to go out and celebrate. But we went out anyway. I am sure there are many times that Steven has wished 9/11 wouldn't have happened on his birthday. But I am thankful. Thankful that on such a grim day.....we have a reason...a person, to celebrate.
Steven,
Happy Birthday to my best friend.
You are:
Sweeter than....a s'more so yummy and hot
Funnier than....a joke on a Popsicle stick
Kinder than....a grandma in a nursing home who can kick your butt playing shuffleboard
Gentler than....a cute little poodle who wants to come home to our house to be your wife's Christmas present.
A better husband than....I could have dreamed
Faster than.... all of the other typist in the competition
Happier than....A cute little poodle that just got adpoted by us
Nicer than..... Me :-)
I love you honey. You are my Knight in shining armor. You are sanity in my INsanity. You truly are a gift to me, to our family, to everyone around you. And I thank God for you every day.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!
September 11th is a day that most remember with great sorrow. The day of the tragedy I remember laying in bed and our phone began to ring. Steven had taken the day off to celebrate his 25th Birthday. My dad called and told us to turn on the TV. We watched, with the rest of the world, a country be turned upside down. I remember the silence in our room. I remember the confusion of the reporters. I remember questioning if I was afraid or not. I remember being thankful that my family was together, because many were not.
On that September 11th, I remember one thing that moved us forward was Steven's birthday. It would have been easier to sit in the bed and watch the planes crash over and over, than to go out and celebrate. But we went out anyway. I am sure there are many times that Steven has wished 9/11 wouldn't have happened on his birthday. But I am thankful. Thankful that on such a grim day.....we have a reason...a person, to celebrate.
Steven,
Happy Birthday to my best friend.
You are:
Sweeter than....a s'more so yummy and hot
Funnier than....a joke on a Popsicle stick
Kinder than....a grandma in a nursing home who can kick your butt playing shuffleboard
Gentler than....a cute little poodle who wants to come home to our house to be your wife's Christmas present.
A better husband than....I could have dreamed
Faster than.... all of the other typist in the competition
Happier than....A cute little poodle that just got adpoted by us
Nicer than..... Me :-)
I love you honey. You are my Knight in shining armor. You are sanity in my INsanity. You truly are a gift to me, to our family, to everyone around you. And I thank God for you every day.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
Primping
I was reading a blog this morning about Blurry Vision it took me to Matthew 6:22-23. Great blog about the focus of our life/ministry.
But then I kept reading... and God took me somewhere else.
I went on to read Matthew 6: 28-32. (The Message)
28 All this time and money wasted on fashion—do you think it makes that much difference? Instead of looking at the fashions, walk out into the fields and look at the wildflowers. They never primp or shop,29 but have you ever seen color and design quite like it? The ten best-dressed men and women in the country look shabby alongside them.30 “If God gives such attention to the appearance of wildflowers—most of which are never even seen—don’t you think he’ll attend to you, take pride in you, do his best for you?31 What I’m trying to do here is to get you to relax, to not be so preoccupied with getting, so you can respond to God’s giving.32 People who don’t know God and the way he works fuss over these things, but you know both God and how he works.
It gave me a different picture of the scriptures. One I have never seen or thought. I guess it caught me by surprise when I think about all of the time and money that is spent on Primping.
When is it too much? When is it insulting to God? At what point does "taking car eof ourselves" become primping? Where do we draw the line? (Honestly until reading this I never knew there was a line.)
Just something to think about.
~L~
But then I kept reading... and God took me somewhere else.
I went on to read Matthew 6: 28-32. (The Message)
28 All this time and money wasted on fashion—do you think it makes that much difference? Instead of looking at the fashions, walk out into the fields and look at the wildflowers. They never primp or shop,29 but have you ever seen color and design quite like it? The ten best-dressed men and women in the country look shabby alongside them.30 “If God gives such attention to the appearance of wildflowers—most of which are never even seen—don’t you think he’ll attend to you, take pride in you, do his best for you?31 What I’m trying to do here is to get you to relax, to not be so preoccupied with getting, so you can respond to God’s giving.32 People who don’t know God and the way he works fuss over these things, but you know both God and how he works.
It gave me a different picture of the scriptures. One I have never seen or thought. I guess it caught me by surprise when I think about all of the time and money that is spent on Primping.
When is it too much? When is it insulting to God? At what point does "taking car eof ourselves" become primping? Where do we draw the line? (Honestly until reading this I never knew there was a line.)
Just something to think about.
~L~
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