So when I was little my grandmother used to tell us the parables as stories. She used the parable of the pharisee and the tax collector a lot. Her version of Luke 8:9-14 was not historical people though. Her version went something like this...
"One night before bed when I was little I got down on the wooden floors to say my bedtime prayers and I thanked the Lord for all the things that I wasn't. I thanked him that I wasn't mean like my brother. I thanked him that I wasn't vain like my sister. I thanked him that I wasn't judgmental like my father. I thanked him that I wasn't forgetful about thanking him like my mother and then right in front of my Nana (my grandmother's grandmother) I thanked him that I wasn't old like my Nana. Then Nana got down on her knees and prayed. She prayed to the Lord and told him that she was old, tired, and undeserving of his love and she thanked him for his grace in patience in being a better person. Then she listed off the people she loved one by one and asked the Lord to protect over them because they were trying. That night in bed I had a horrible dream. I dreamt that my Nana and I stood at the pearly gates and Peter wouldn't let me in. Peter told me that I was more mean than my brother because I didn't pray for his salvation. I was more vain than my sister because I thought I was too good for her love. I was more judgmental than my father because I thought God didn't love him the way he was. I was more forgetful than my mother because I had forgotten what to pray for. Then Peter looked at my Nana and said you... you are old and tired and the Lord has granted you peace, love and rest. Enter this gate. My grandmother then said in her dream she stood on the side of the river in Tahlequah and watched her Grandmother sink into the water. When she awoke everyone was in the room she shared with Nana. Nana had died in her sleep. My grandmother said Nana had a big smile on her face and she could tell she was SOOOO happy. The next night she knew what she had to do to get to see Nana again in heaven. She got down on her knees and she prayed for everyone else. Because that's the only way that God really hears our prayers...when we do them with the best of intentions."
My grandmother prayed every night that way till she died peacefully in her sleep in her mid 60's with a big smile on her face. When someone talked with her about dying she would tell them that fearing dying is like fearing breathing...if you're thinking about it you're doing it wrong and it will always catch up with you in one way or another. She taught us to pray that way.
Tonight is the eve of December. It's the first night for most people who believe in a "holiday season". Tonight is the night before the lights come on in Christmas tree lane, the carols start in the church services and the nativity scenes start to tell their stories.
Tonight is a good night to remember that the Lord wants us to humble before him and love one another. So tonight when you say your prayers and before that when you talk at the dinner table, tonight I want you to take the time to acknowledge what good is found in others, what humbling you need to find in yourself and to pray for grace not because you think you deserve it (because we all know you don't...and neither do I) but because it's time...
Thursday, November 30, 2006
Grinch
Just call me the Grinch that stole Christmas because I am done. I sat in my office today across the hall from the new girl while she told the boss no one had ever trained her on something she had done with me once and once with the girl at the front desk. I’m pretty sure she wasn’t lying to be deceitful… I think instead that she honestly doesn’t retain information for very long.
After the great advice from a few of my readers and a few of my friends I confronted her yesterday with the actual parameters of work ethics. It’s ok not to know something but it’s not ok to not learn it. It’s ok to need help, it’s not ok not to take notes and ask for the same help repeatedly.
Today I emailed my boss. He told me to have patience. Luckily he and I have the same lack of patience when it comes to this sort of thing so he said if he starts to notice it he’ll start bringing it up too. I’m sure that won’t take long. He pointed out that his mother had 15 book keeping customers but was pretty much computer illiterate except for the program she did her book keeping in. I’m sure that’s fine if you are full time book keeper for a place that knew that when they hired you but I’m trying to picture his mother telling someone she “opps must have not written that down” for the 3rd time in the same day.
I’m pretty sure that’s bad business. On the upside I’ve noticed that her accounting knowledge is pretty high even though her confidence is pretty low about using it. We’ll be working on that. Other than driving me crazy she seems to work well with the rest of the administrative team. So perhaps I need to pray for more patience.
My grandmother used to swear that if you pray for patience the only way that God can give you more compassion and patience is to test you. Repeatedly. I’m not sure I’m up for that. I recently prayed for a reprieve from stagnant Christianity and I faced infertility, financial strapping and family drama all in the same day. The next day I got a totally different job. The day after that my husband’s schedule went all wonky and I got a new hire. I’m terrified to pray for patience… least my testing get twice as hard and my life twice as dramatic.
Oh and for those of you who want to know how the hormonal front is going. I haven’t had a period in 2 months. I’m pretty sure I spent $100 peeing on sticks though. Nothing. I’m officially broken. I have an appointment tomorrow for a feminine lube and filter change. Perhaps I’ll know more then.
Tonight my friend J and I are going to an event at my church (link in the sidebar) to see Judy Howard Peterson the woman who walked the entire length of America doing God’s will. That should be fun and if it’s not afterwards we’ll take a cruise down Christmas tree lane and have cocoa. Nothing beats lights and cocoa when you’re bored in December…what it’s not December?? Then why is my car frosty every morning when I head to work? Oh…one more day… fine we won’t look at the lights till tomorrow.
After the great advice from a few of my readers and a few of my friends I confronted her yesterday with the actual parameters of work ethics. It’s ok not to know something but it’s not ok to not learn it. It’s ok to need help, it’s not ok not to take notes and ask for the same help repeatedly.
Today I emailed my boss. He told me to have patience. Luckily he and I have the same lack of patience when it comes to this sort of thing so he said if he starts to notice it he’ll start bringing it up too. I’m sure that won’t take long. He pointed out that his mother had 15 book keeping customers but was pretty much computer illiterate except for the program she did her book keeping in. I’m sure that’s fine if you are full time book keeper for a place that knew that when they hired you but I’m trying to picture his mother telling someone she “opps must have not written that down” for the 3rd time in the same day.
I’m pretty sure that’s bad business. On the upside I’ve noticed that her accounting knowledge is pretty high even though her confidence is pretty low about using it. We’ll be working on that. Other than driving me crazy she seems to work well with the rest of the administrative team. So perhaps I need to pray for more patience.
My grandmother used to swear that if you pray for patience the only way that God can give you more compassion and patience is to test you. Repeatedly. I’m not sure I’m up for that. I recently prayed for a reprieve from stagnant Christianity and I faced infertility, financial strapping and family drama all in the same day. The next day I got a totally different job. The day after that my husband’s schedule went all wonky and I got a new hire. I’m terrified to pray for patience… least my testing get twice as hard and my life twice as dramatic.
Oh and for those of you who want to know how the hormonal front is going. I haven’t had a period in 2 months. I’m pretty sure I spent $100 peeing on sticks though. Nothing. I’m officially broken. I have an appointment tomorrow for a feminine lube and filter change. Perhaps I’ll know more then.
Tonight my friend J and I are going to an event at my church (link in the sidebar) to see Judy Howard Peterson the woman who walked the entire length of America doing God’s will. That should be fun and if it’s not afterwards we’ll take a cruise down Christmas tree lane and have cocoa. Nothing beats lights and cocoa when you’re bored in December…what it’s not December?? Then why is my car frosty every morning when I head to work? Oh…one more day… fine we won’t look at the lights till tomorrow.
Wednesday, November 29, 2006
A Closer Look 1 Peter 1:13-16
1 Peter 1: 13-16 “Therefore, prepare your minds for action; be self-controlled; set your hope fully on the grace to be given you when Jesus Christ is revealed. As obedient children, do not conform to the evil desires you had when you lived ignorance. But just as he who called you is holy, so be holy in all you do; for it is written: “Be holy, because I am holy.”
Every Christian is on the same basic path. The path to take the circumstances they are in and use them to love people well, to love God with all their hearts, to share his word with all the kingdoms and all the tribes on earth and to strive to be more Christ-like. This passage is a good one for those of us who need a two second reminder every once and awhile that you have to strive to be more like Christ.
Be holy because I am holy. It’s a good line. Not because it tells us how to be. Not because we can actually become holy. We are not holy by nature and although we try we will never be as holy as God. Be holy because I am holy is the biblical equivalent of “because I said so” or “because I’m your mother that’s why”. Be holy because I am holy.
God must have known we’d grow into a world of symantics lovers and grammar gurus. God preceded his “because I said so” passage with the facts. Plan and simple facts. Just a paragraph long, he gives us the advice any good parent would give a child going out into the world.
Prepare your mind for action. The lord put it there for us in a way very similar to our own parents. He wants us to be smart. Stay in school. Learn and grow. Have logic, seek to be wise and be prepared to use those skills.
Be self controlled. Throughout the bible the Lord tells us to be watchful for gluttony, greed and jealousy. Throughout life our parents echo him. One cookie is enough, times up for free play, it’s not nice to hit people. It’s all the same rule.
Set your hope fully on the grace to be given to you when Jesus Christ is revealed. That’s what I like to call the new testament classic. Keep your eye on the prize. Not a prize of earthy measure. Not a trophy or a metal. Keep your eyes on the grace of the Lord. Like a good parent the Lord wants us to focus not on the material but on becoming a better person.
As obedient children, do not confirm to the evil desires you had when you lived in ignorance. That’s my favorite line of this passage. It’s the parental equivalent to “and now that you know don’t let it happen again.” I picture Jesus later in the bible sitting someone down and telling them… “do you remember what daddy said about talking to strangers.”
Be holy because I am holy. Do what I do not what I say. Be good because I AM GOOD. Love because I AM LOVE. Have hope because I AM HOPE. Share grace because I AM GRACE. BE HOLY BECAUSE I AM HOLY.
Every Christian is on the same basic path. The path to take the circumstances they are in and use them to love people well, to love God with all their hearts, to share his word with all the kingdoms and all the tribes on earth and to strive to be more Christ-like. This passage is a good one for those of us who need a two second reminder every once and awhile that you have to strive to be more like Christ.
Be holy because I am holy. It’s a good line. Not because it tells us how to be. Not because we can actually become holy. We are not holy by nature and although we try we will never be as holy as God. Be holy because I am holy is the biblical equivalent of “because I said so” or “because I’m your mother that’s why”. Be holy because I am holy.
God must have known we’d grow into a world of symantics lovers and grammar gurus. God preceded his “because I said so” passage with the facts. Plan and simple facts. Just a paragraph long, he gives us the advice any good parent would give a child going out into the world.
Prepare your mind for action. The lord put it there for us in a way very similar to our own parents. He wants us to be smart. Stay in school. Learn and grow. Have logic, seek to be wise and be prepared to use those skills.
Be self controlled. Throughout the bible the Lord tells us to be watchful for gluttony, greed and jealousy. Throughout life our parents echo him. One cookie is enough, times up for free play, it’s not nice to hit people. It’s all the same rule.
Set your hope fully on the grace to be given to you when Jesus Christ is revealed. That’s what I like to call the new testament classic. Keep your eye on the prize. Not a prize of earthy measure. Not a trophy or a metal. Keep your eyes on the grace of the Lord. Like a good parent the Lord wants us to focus not on the material but on becoming a better person.
As obedient children, do not confirm to the evil desires you had when you lived in ignorance. That’s my favorite line of this passage. It’s the parental equivalent to “and now that you know don’t let it happen again.” I picture Jesus later in the bible sitting someone down and telling them… “do you remember what daddy said about talking to strangers.”
Be holy because I am holy. Do what I do not what I say. Be good because I AM GOOD. Love because I AM LOVE. Have hope because I AM HOPE. Share grace because I AM GRACE. BE HOLY BECAUSE I AM HOLY.
Tuesday, November 28, 2006
False Advertising- The Human Exchange
I have a horrible time loving people well under certain circumstances. I can not find my compassion for instance when someone is using false advertising to make themselves seem needed. I recently hired a new person to work on my team at the office. New girl seemed great in interviews, charming, personable and she said she had all the necessary skills.
It's been a week and already I have a list of red flags as long as my arm. What do you mean you don't know how to use email? Are you serious... everyone knows how to copy a file?! And my personal favorite... why are you still standing there over an hour after I asked you to do something like you have nothing to do!!
Oh sure she's friendly but it's hard to focus on how nice someone is when I'm being blindsighted every two minutes by the thought of "but she said she could do that during the interview". I'm not talking complicated stuff either. Things like open the network drive. Copy these files to a USB. Send that to me in email. Easy stuff- stuff my god daughter probably can do and she's 7.
It scares me. I picked her. I picked her out of 20 people. I picked her based on the information she gave me. It makes me upset. Upset at her false advertisement and even more upset at how gullible I have become with old age. I saw what I needed to see. I saw what I wanted to see.
I need a peacemakers class. I'm snappy and irritable. She doesn't get it. She thinks I'm just being mean I'm sure. I'm hormonal already this week and I'm going through home drama but I had expectations. I expect at the very least for people to be who they tell me they are.
What would you do? Have you been in this situation?
It's been a week and already I have a list of red flags as long as my arm. What do you mean you don't know how to use email? Are you serious... everyone knows how to copy a file?! And my personal favorite... why are you still standing there over an hour after I asked you to do something like you have nothing to do!!
Oh sure she's friendly but it's hard to focus on how nice someone is when I'm being blindsighted every two minutes by the thought of "but she said she could do that during the interview". I'm not talking complicated stuff either. Things like open the network drive. Copy these files to a USB. Send that to me in email. Easy stuff- stuff my god daughter probably can do and she's 7.
It scares me. I picked her. I picked her out of 20 people. I picked her based on the information she gave me. It makes me upset. Upset at her false advertisement and even more upset at how gullible I have become with old age. I saw what I needed to see. I saw what I wanted to see.
I need a peacemakers class. I'm snappy and irritable. She doesn't get it. She thinks I'm just being mean I'm sure. I'm hormonal already this week and I'm going through home drama but I had expectations. I expect at the very least for people to be who they tell me they are.
What would you do? Have you been in this situation?
Another Round with Mommy
So last night I call my mom to see if she has a place to live because I'm a good daughter. She calls me back to say "oops nevermind". She's staying with him. She's not even looking for a place to go. They've decided to get counciling and that he needs help because he might be manic. I could have told her that a year ago.
Now here in lies the drama part. Jon took off hours from work to help her move. She didn't even call us. I changed all my plans for the weekend. So now we have no plans and we're losing money because Jon gave away his shifts and she could care less. Drama.
No one likes to feel like they are being used. No one likes feeling like their family doesn't listen to their advice (I was in a similar situation once and staying was the dumbest thing I ever did). No one likes feeling like they don't matter. My mom. She's been making me feel all of those things more and more lately.
There is no nice way to tell someone that the reason you didn't go see your mother after she had surgery is because you think her family now is toxic and that she acts like someone totally different when she is around them. So I guess I'm not a nice person because the next time she asks I'm going to tell her the truth. Hopefully she won't ask.
So I pray. I pray every day that the Lord will stop this pull of evil on my heart. The pull towards doing what makes me feel safe and probably isn't a good way to love my mother. And I wait. I wait to know what he asks of me.
Now here in lies the drama part. Jon took off hours from work to help her move. She didn't even call us. I changed all my plans for the weekend. So now we have no plans and we're losing money because Jon gave away his shifts and she could care less. Drama.
No one likes to feel like they are being used. No one likes feeling like their family doesn't listen to their advice (I was in a similar situation once and staying was the dumbest thing I ever did). No one likes feeling like they don't matter. My mom. She's been making me feel all of those things more and more lately.
There is no nice way to tell someone that the reason you didn't go see your mother after she had surgery is because you think her family now is toxic and that she acts like someone totally different when she is around them. So I guess I'm not a nice person because the next time she asks I'm going to tell her the truth. Hopefully she won't ask.
So I pray. I pray every day that the Lord will stop this pull of evil on my heart. The pull towards doing what makes me feel safe and probably isn't a good way to love my mother. And I wait. I wait to know what he asks of me.
Monday, November 27, 2006
Baby Mama Drama- Just Not Together
So Sunday I slept in. I was tired. It was raining. I missed church. I didn't care. I slept in and I was happy about it. Then we watched the DaVinci Code. We'd plan to watch it Saturday but the boys were playing video games and then we played board games and Sunday seemed like a much better plan. So I'm watching DaVinci and the phone rings...it's mom...screen it. Rings again...screen again... Tom Hanks is defiling my religion people... I'll call back. It was mom. Movie ends. Mom sobbing message..."it's urgent". I assume someone died. That's what crying messages mean in my family. Dead people or pets. I call back.
Divorce. Ok. Well. I wasn't expecting that. He's moving out. He gave my mom who just had surgery and can't move or drive 6 days notice. As far as I am concerned this synches my opinion that the Johavah's Witness was crazy. CRAZY.
Now it's calming mom down. Making plans for moving mom. Extending mom's lease till the 2nd so she can move out on the 2nd and getting an explaination about how it could get this bad without telling your daughter.
Hubby is taking Saturday off from work. We'll be lugging my mom's furniture around and lining her up with someplace to stay. Pisser.
Around here if there isn't one type of drama there is another. His mom. My mom. Me trying to be a mom. It's always something.
Pray for me that I don't kill the punk on Saturday. Pray for her... that she doesn't cry herself into a puddle on the floor or do something stupid and that she finds someplace she wants to live in 5 days. Pray for Hubbythat he doesn't go crazy dealing with more drama. And mostly... pray for the jerk... because if he isn't careful... I might have to evanglize by ass whoopin'.
Divorce. Ok. Well. I wasn't expecting that. He's moving out. He gave my mom who just had surgery and can't move or drive 6 days notice. As far as I am concerned this synches my opinion that the Johavah's Witness was crazy. CRAZY.
Now it's calming mom down. Making plans for moving mom. Extending mom's lease till the 2nd so she can move out on the 2nd and getting an explaination about how it could get this bad without telling your daughter.
Hubby is taking Saturday off from work. We'll be lugging my mom's furniture around and lining her up with someplace to stay. Pisser.
Around here if there isn't one type of drama there is another. His mom. My mom. Me trying to be a mom. It's always something.
Pray for me that I don't kill the punk on Saturday. Pray for her... that she doesn't cry herself into a puddle on the floor or do something stupid and that she finds someplace she wants to live in 5 days. Pray for Hubbythat he doesn't go crazy dealing with more drama. And mostly... pray for the jerk... because if he isn't careful... I might have to evanglize by ass whoopin'.
Saturday, November 25, 2006
Giving National Lampoons A Run For Their Funny
So this morning I awoke to find the Christmas tree had gone from charmingly crooked to dangerously diagonal. After over an hour of my hubby grunting under a tree we had to take all the decorations off the tree and lug it outside to find out that our tree has a 3.5 inch diameter trunk and our stand doesn't close that small. Sigh. So off the the orchard supply store where we wrangle some cute highschool aged helper into letting us open a stand, assemble it and find out how small it gets (it's gets as large as 8" according the the not so helpful wrapper). Finally through the line and of course we run into someone we know (me in my no bra sweatshirt I slept in look and a hubby looking like he's on the hunt for the man who ran his grandmother over with a reindeer. Back home and it's 15 minutes before we both have a headache and an upright tree.
Hubby takes off with his brother to do some shopping for us girls. They end up at JC Penney who screws my brother in law out of $50.00 by claiming a display sign expired the day before at 9 am. By the time they get home a few hours later I've got the tree redecorated and I've vacuumed three times to make sure the baby won't be eating pine needles.
Brother in law and hubby start decorating the outside of the house. After untangling the icle lights from my last place we discover we don't have enough working lights and that we don't have enough extension cords. So after my pants finally come out of the dryer (I personally thing the phrases "waiting for water to boil" or "like watching grass grow" should be replaced with "waiting for jeans to dry") I take off to slay some extension cords from Walmart (otherwise known as the armpit of society) and to charm some poor sells rep into giving me money back for the jacket they over charged my brother in law for.
The jacket thing I did in about 20 minutes. Thankfully the lord took pity on me and because I was nice...so did the sales clerk. $50 refund in hand I went to the Walmart. Walmart shoppers, people who use the toy isles as a babysitter and a bell ringer that used a curse word and 15 minutes later I left thankful that for my holiday part I didn't destroy someone's holidays.
Hark the Herald Angels Sing all the way home blasting from my partially unrolled windows so my wet hair could dry (hey it's CA). I came home to find my porch decorated and the boys playing video games. I'm off now to finish some Chicken Parm. in the oven and then we've got eight people coming over to play video games. Sweet. So sweet a funny simple Saturday.
Hubby takes off with his brother to do some shopping for us girls. They end up at JC Penney who screws my brother in law out of $50.00 by claiming a display sign expired the day before at 9 am. By the time they get home a few hours later I've got the tree redecorated and I've vacuumed three times to make sure the baby won't be eating pine needles.
Brother in law and hubby start decorating the outside of the house. After untangling the icle lights from my last place we discover we don't have enough working lights and that we don't have enough extension cords. So after my pants finally come out of the dryer (I personally thing the phrases "waiting for water to boil" or "like watching grass grow" should be replaced with "waiting for jeans to dry") I take off to slay some extension cords from Walmart (otherwise known as the armpit of society) and to charm some poor sells rep into giving me money back for the jacket they over charged my brother in law for.
The jacket thing I did in about 20 minutes. Thankfully the lord took pity on me and because I was nice...so did the sales clerk. $50 refund in hand I went to the Walmart. Walmart shoppers, people who use the toy isles as a babysitter and a bell ringer that used a curse word and 15 minutes later I left thankful that for my holiday part I didn't destroy someone's holidays.
Hark the Herald Angels Sing all the way home blasting from my partially unrolled windows so my wet hair could dry (hey it's CA). I came home to find my porch decorated and the boys playing video games. I'm off now to finish some Chicken Parm. in the oven and then we've got eight people coming over to play video games. Sweet. So sweet a funny simple Saturday.
Friday, November 24, 2006
Oh Christmas Tree Oh Christmas Tree...la da ta da ta da la
Ok so I don't know the words to the song but I do have my very own 7 foot tall Noble Fir Tree. Thanks to the lovely folks at Home Depot it was less that $40.00 and although it is currently in the stand slightly crooked I think it has plenty of character and all the ornaments necessary to bring the Christmas season in with a smashing start.
This morning was a blast. I got up around 7 and went Christmas shopping with my sister-in-law (SIL) and my friend G. G being the great guy he is spent most of the day trailing us through the mall and he took it like a champ. We also too my nephew also known as the cutest boy on the planet who proceeded to fall asleep in my arms and I ended up carrying him around like a sack of potatos for at least an hour. Needless to say I did not feel guilty about the pot stickers I got with my Panda Express Chinese Food because I had earned it.
I got a few stocking stuffers for the hubby but I have to honestly admit that I'm mostly done with my shopping. I'll still be filing a few shoe boxes with toys for the drive at the church but other than that... I don't forsee myself in the mall again this season.
We're getting decorated nice and early this year for a couple reasons. It's our first christmas together as a married couple and we're sappy and cute and we like it that way. We're having a party here on the 16th and we want to make sure we're not rushing things at the last minute (I'll tell you about that another day). Also the landlord is coming by later this week and we don't want him to come over to find the house a mess with partial christmas decorations.
Having said that... it's been a really long day so I'm going to go eat some pasta from a box and watch Christmas movies on the Hallmark Channel. Deck the halls with boughs of holly Fa la la la la la la la laaaaa
This morning was a blast. I got up around 7 and went Christmas shopping with my sister-in-law (SIL) and my friend G. G being the great guy he is spent most of the day trailing us through the mall and he took it like a champ. We also too my nephew also known as the cutest boy on the planet who proceeded to fall asleep in my arms and I ended up carrying him around like a sack of potatos for at least an hour. Needless to say I did not feel guilty about the pot stickers I got with my Panda Express Chinese Food because I had earned it.
I got a few stocking stuffers for the hubby but I have to honestly admit that I'm mostly done with my shopping. I'll still be filing a few shoe boxes with toys for the drive at the church but other than that... I don't forsee myself in the mall again this season.
We're getting decorated nice and early this year for a couple reasons. It's our first christmas together as a married couple and we're sappy and cute and we like it that way. We're having a party here on the 16th and we want to make sure we're not rushing things at the last minute (I'll tell you about that another day). Also the landlord is coming by later this week and we don't want him to come over to find the house a mess with partial christmas decorations.
Having said that... it's been a really long day so I'm going to go eat some pasta from a box and watch Christmas movies on the Hallmark Channel. Deck the halls with boughs of holly Fa la la la la la la la laaaaa
Thursday, November 23, 2006
The Day of Thankfulness Finally
So 4 things a day until Thanksgiving that I am thankful for was not as hard as I thought it would be but these last four are pretty dang important so I want you to read them...carefully...then print them...and remember to be thankful for them.
1. My Life. John 3:16 comes to mind. But I can lower it down to easy terms. I'm a complicated thing. I couldn't make me and I'm pretty crafty. I don't know anyone who can make me just the way I am except God. It's not all rose petals and triumphes of angels over here. There are struggles, sins and things that just don't work the way I think they should. But... it's my life and I'm extremely grateful that it was given to me so that I can make a fool of myself with it.
2. My Husband. I know he was sort of on the list before because he takes out the trash. But, and that's a huge but, he should be on this list for a thousand other things. He loves people well. He laughs with his whole soul. He smiles and a room lights up (ok so I'm bias...get your own husband). He's quite charming when he needs to be, he stern when I need to here it and he'll never let me win a game "just because". I'm grateful that despite all the akward things that my life has walked me through it walked me through a life with him...because he's the bestest.
3. My Family. I know everyone says that but you've never met my family. They are loud, funny, and very intimidating at first so I recommend meeting them twice. But, that second time, you're going to LOVE them. I know I do. I love the fact that grown men will play chutes and ladders one minute and then teach the 5 year old to play black jack and win all their quarters. I love that all the woman can cook so well that we're all lucky we aren't 500 lbs already. I love that my grandfather never says anything but when he does finally say something it's always the last thing in the conversation. I love that my father taught me not to let people mistake my kindness for stupidity and to prove it to them using my love...he loves everyone...even the people that should have been abandoned years ago. I love that my mother has "lorriemoments" where she does things no other rational human being would ever do...and then tries to explain them to other rational human beings. I love them all from the littlest neice to the newest mother in law and everyone in between.
4. Hope. I had a small glimpse once of a life without hope. I was in a bad situation with a bad person who was enabling me to do bad things with other bad people and occassionaly to some good and totally innocent people. I never robbed anyone or killed anyone or anything of that nature but I was just doing things that didn't feel right and I didn't have the hope or the faith to walk away. It almost killed me, it almost snuffed out the parts of me that I love the most. But somewhere in me there was a teeny tiny piece of hope. And I clung to it and others helped me to fan it till it was bright and brilliant and it could be seen from all around. I am grateful to those people but not so grateful as I am for hope. Hope is the most ingenious thing that the heavens ever created... it helps us seach the impossible, it makes us dreamers and fools but every once in awhile it makes see the bigger picture and to know that the impossible is sometimes possible and sometimes the fools are just the people who don't follow the dreamers.
1. My Life. John 3:16 comes to mind. But I can lower it down to easy terms. I'm a complicated thing. I couldn't make me and I'm pretty crafty. I don't know anyone who can make me just the way I am except God. It's not all rose petals and triumphes of angels over here. There are struggles, sins and things that just don't work the way I think they should. But... it's my life and I'm extremely grateful that it was given to me so that I can make a fool of myself with it.
2. My Husband. I know he was sort of on the list before because he takes out the trash. But, and that's a huge but, he should be on this list for a thousand other things. He loves people well. He laughs with his whole soul. He smiles and a room lights up (ok so I'm bias...get your own husband). He's quite charming when he needs to be, he stern when I need to here it and he'll never let me win a game "just because". I'm grateful that despite all the akward things that my life has walked me through it walked me through a life with him...because he's the bestest.
3. My Family. I know everyone says that but you've never met my family. They are loud, funny, and very intimidating at first so I recommend meeting them twice. But, that second time, you're going to LOVE them. I know I do. I love the fact that grown men will play chutes and ladders one minute and then teach the 5 year old to play black jack and win all their quarters. I love that all the woman can cook so well that we're all lucky we aren't 500 lbs already. I love that my grandfather never says anything but when he does finally say something it's always the last thing in the conversation. I love that my father taught me not to let people mistake my kindness for stupidity and to prove it to them using my love...he loves everyone...even the people that should have been abandoned years ago. I love that my mother has "lorriemoments" where she does things no other rational human being would ever do...and then tries to explain them to other rational human beings. I love them all from the littlest neice to the newest mother in law and everyone in between.
4. Hope. I had a small glimpse once of a life without hope. I was in a bad situation with a bad person who was enabling me to do bad things with other bad people and occassionaly to some good and totally innocent people. I never robbed anyone or killed anyone or anything of that nature but I was just doing things that didn't feel right and I didn't have the hope or the faith to walk away. It almost killed me, it almost snuffed out the parts of me that I love the most. But somewhere in me there was a teeny tiny piece of hope. And I clung to it and others helped me to fan it till it was bright and brilliant and it could be seen from all around. I am grateful to those people but not so grateful as I am for hope. Hope is the most ingenious thing that the heavens ever created... it helps us seach the impossible, it makes us dreamers and fools but every once in awhile it makes see the bigger picture and to know that the impossible is sometimes possible and sometimes the fools are just the people who don't follow the dreamers.
Wednesday, November 22, 2006
Thankfulness Day 3
Again 4 more things I am thankful for...
1. Hallmark Movies. I'm addicted. I have a secret obsession. The hallmark channel and I spend a ton of quality time together. They are different than the normal every day movies in my DVD collection. They remind me of history, love and faith in a way that so subliminal that it's not even scary. It's comforting to know that some things never change...the beginning will be rocky, the middle with be dramatic and the end will be calm and comforting to the soul.
2. Squishy Pillows and Fuzzy Blankets. I am totally territorial about my bedtime stuff. Don't even touch my "squishy" (otherwise known as a pillow I've had for so long that it has the inner consistency of a well used teddy bear). I've also gotten rather attached to a fuzzy green blanket. Not because I use it (it's hot) but because my cat is rather fond of it and it keeps her from bugging me.
3. Comfort Food. Everybody has one. I could write a whole additional blog about food. I pink fuzzy heart edibles. The top of my list includes chicken tacos from my favorite hangout, my mom's fried potatoes and eggs, grandma's stuffing and my daddy's cream tuna on toast. Just not together.
4. My Hair Straightener. I don't want to sound vain because I'm not. Not Really really. But I'm very thankful that someone invented the ceramic hair straightener. My wavy and curly fro is partial to being clamped down and steamed to a nice smooth flat mane of lovely hair whenever a camera or witness might be available. I can't imagine using an iron, or before that when people just let their hair do whatever nature inspired (GASP).
1. Hallmark Movies. I'm addicted. I have a secret obsession. The hallmark channel and I spend a ton of quality time together. They are different than the normal every day movies in my DVD collection. They remind me of history, love and faith in a way that so subliminal that it's not even scary. It's comforting to know that some things never change...the beginning will be rocky, the middle with be dramatic and the end will be calm and comforting to the soul.
2. Squishy Pillows and Fuzzy Blankets. I am totally territorial about my bedtime stuff. Don't even touch my "squishy" (otherwise known as a pillow I've had for so long that it has the inner consistency of a well used teddy bear). I've also gotten rather attached to a fuzzy green blanket. Not because I use it (it's hot) but because my cat is rather fond of it and it keeps her from bugging me.
3. Comfort Food. Everybody has one. I could write a whole additional blog about food. I pink fuzzy heart edibles. The top of my list includes chicken tacos from my favorite hangout, my mom's fried potatoes and eggs, grandma's stuffing and my daddy's cream tuna on toast. Just not together.
4. My Hair Straightener. I don't want to sound vain because I'm not. Not Really really. But I'm very thankful that someone invented the ceramic hair straightener. My wavy and curly fro is partial to being clamped down and steamed to a nice smooth flat mane of lovely hair whenever a camera or witness might be available. I can't imagine using an iron, or before that when people just let their hair do whatever nature inspired (GASP).
Tuesday, November 21, 2006
Thankfulness Day 2
Again... I choose 4 things I am thankful for...
1. God's grace. Not just for the sinners and the saints but also for God's ability to teach me to love the person sitting behind me who sings off key to every hymn but makes up for it with volumne. God's ability to teach me that someone's friendship has less value than doing what I always new was right but was too scared to do. Forgiveness, Love and Hope...Faith.
2. Movies. Especially the ones I've seen over and over... American Outlaws, Seven Brides for Seven Brothers, The Stand, The Godfather Trilogy, The Lord of the Rings Trilogy, My Fair Lady and so many more. The lines we quote from them " A man who doesn't spend time with his family can never be a real man" or "The Lord says we can bury him out back in the orchard and no one will ever find out". The things that become part of who we are, who we love and what we fear. I heart movies.
3. Quicken. Or quickbooks. Whichever one you use. Software that does the math for you. Software that budgets, balances, adds and deducts. Software that can find the 74 cents you spent at Walgreens and that knows you'll need 800 dollars for rent. Software that saves me from doing math with a pencil and the back of a bill envelope. Software that will probably help my marriage keep from crumbling. Software that prevents unnecessary calculators and curse words.
4. Babies. Hey just because I can't have one doesn't mean I'm not thankful they are around. They smell cute (when they are clean), they look adorable, and they love us really well. And we love them...nieces, nephews, godchildrens, friends, nursery charges... they are adorable. Adorable makes the world a better place...so I'm a huge fan.
1. God's grace. Not just for the sinners and the saints but also for God's ability to teach me to love the person sitting behind me who sings off key to every hymn but makes up for it with volumne. God's ability to teach me that someone's friendship has less value than doing what I always new was right but was too scared to do. Forgiveness, Love and Hope...Faith.
2. Movies. Especially the ones I've seen over and over... American Outlaws, Seven Brides for Seven Brothers, The Stand, The Godfather Trilogy, The Lord of the Rings Trilogy, My Fair Lady and so many more. The lines we quote from them " A man who doesn't spend time with his family can never be a real man" or "The Lord says we can bury him out back in the orchard and no one will ever find out". The things that become part of who we are, who we love and what we fear. I heart movies.
3. Quicken. Or quickbooks. Whichever one you use. Software that does the math for you. Software that budgets, balances, adds and deducts. Software that can find the 74 cents you spent at Walgreens and that knows you'll need 800 dollars for rent. Software that saves me from doing math with a pencil and the back of a bill envelope. Software that will probably help my marriage keep from crumbling. Software that prevents unnecessary calculators and curse words.
4. Babies. Hey just because I can't have one doesn't mean I'm not thankful they are around. They smell cute (when they are clean), they look adorable, and they love us really well. And we love them...nieces, nephews, godchildrens, friends, nursery charges... they are adorable. Adorable makes the world a better place...so I'm a huge fan.
The One Word Meme
I stole it from someone who stole it from someone who borrowed it from someone. It's like the 7 degrees of Kevin Bacon and I like it.
Yourself: charming
Your partner: loving
Your hair: artificial
Your Mother: whimsical
Your Father: southern
Your Favorite Item: squishy
Your dream last night: danger
Your Favorite Drink: pepsi
Your Dream Car: tahoe
Your Dream Home: newer
The Room You Are In: office
Your Ex: worthless
Your fear: infertility
Where you Want to be in Ten Years? mommy
Who you hung out with last night: hubby
What You're Not: skinny
Muffins: warm
One of Your Wish List Items: glider
Time: early
The Last Thing You Did: type
What You Are Wearing: clothing
Your favorite weather: rainy
Your Favorite Book: bible
Last thing you ate: dinner
Your Life: happy
Your mood: impatient
Your Best Friends: funny
What are you thinking about right now: thankfulness
Your car: dirty
What are you doing at the moment: deleting
Your summer: flirting
Relationship status: taken
What is on your TV: CI
What is the weather like: foggy
When is the last time you laughed: 8:37
Yourself: charming
Your partner: loving
Your hair: artificial
Your Mother: whimsical
Your Father: southern
Your Favorite Item: squishy
Your dream last night: danger
Your Favorite Drink: pepsi
Your Dream Car: tahoe
Your Dream Home: newer
The Room You Are In: office
Your Ex: worthless
Your fear: infertility
Where you Want to be in Ten Years? mommy
Who you hung out with last night: hubby
What You're Not: skinny
Muffins: warm
One of Your Wish List Items: glider
Time: early
The Last Thing You Did: type
What You Are Wearing: clothing
Your favorite weather: rainy
Your Favorite Book: bible
Last thing you ate: dinner
Your Life: happy
Your mood: impatient
Your Best Friends: funny
What are you thinking about right now: thankfulness
Your car: dirty
What are you doing at the moment: deleting
Your summer: flirting
Relationship status: taken
What is on your TV: CI
What is the weather like: foggy
When is the last time you laughed: 8:37
Monday, November 20, 2006
Thankfulness
I'm going to post once a day for the next 4 days 4 things I am thankful for. How was that for an akward sentence? Good. I know. Ok todays four things are as follows...
1. Husbands who take out the trash. It's a small miracle as far as I am concerned that my husband doesn't want to gag every time he takes out the trash. I think he feels the same way whenever he sees me clean the kitty litter...regardless... I'm thankful I don't have to touch trash... unless I want to... which will never happen. Ever.
2. Hello Pepsi with Ice... goodbye worries. I'm sooo thankful for the nice people at the Pepsi cola company for not changing their recipes. I mean Coke Classic, Coke, Coke with lime. It would be exhausting to try and keep up. But I don't have to because my pepsi people, they know me, they love me and they stay just the way I like them.
3. You. Blog people. No not you. You over there with the blog of your own. You people I read who's blogs are listed in the margins. Oh and Red Pens and Diapers which I just started reading. And people who have hecka cool blog names like a bra that fits & a can opener that works because that's just too cute of a blog name. I've been reading her too. I'll be adding them to my template of links as soon as I get a free moment.
4. Fog. Ya I said fog. I love fog. I love rain more. But fog is like rain only wimpy. I like wimpy rain. It's sort of like my unrelenting ability to love dorks. Dorks and fog. They are the same but different because I didn't marry fog. (I love you honey) This morning I had to wait for the fog to lift from my windshield before I could drive to work. I had to use the heater in my office to take off the chill. I almost jumped up and down with joy.
1. Husbands who take out the trash. It's a small miracle as far as I am concerned that my husband doesn't want to gag every time he takes out the trash. I think he feels the same way whenever he sees me clean the kitty litter...regardless... I'm thankful I don't have to touch trash... unless I want to... which will never happen. Ever.
2. Hello Pepsi with Ice... goodbye worries. I'm sooo thankful for the nice people at the Pepsi cola company for not changing their recipes. I mean Coke Classic, Coke, Coke with lime. It would be exhausting to try and keep up. But I don't have to because my pepsi people, they know me, they love me and they stay just the way I like them.
3. You. Blog people. No not you. You over there with the blog of your own. You people I read who's blogs are listed in the margins. Oh and Red Pens and Diapers which I just started reading. And people who have hecka cool blog names like a bra that fits & a can opener that works because that's just too cute of a blog name. I've been reading her too. I'll be adding them to my template of links as soon as I get a free moment.
4. Fog. Ya I said fog. I love fog. I love rain more. But fog is like rain only wimpy. I like wimpy rain. It's sort of like my unrelenting ability to love dorks. Dorks and fog. They are the same but different because I didn't marry fog. (I love you honey) This morning I had to wait for the fog to lift from my windshield before I could drive to work. I had to use the heater in my office to take off the chill. I almost jumped up and down with joy.
Mission Monday
So today is all about recipes over at Mom to the Screaming Masses blog. I'm truly thankful for Mission Monday today because I am tired and cranky. It hasn't been a good work day. This of course means that I am more than happy to spend part of my work day typing recipes into my blog. Here are 3 of my favorite recipes for Autumn/Thanksgiving. All of these recipes are extremely kid cook friendly. So enjoy making someone else do the work for a change.
Sweet Potato Soup
Boil 6 cups sweet potatos till fork tender. Drain & Mash. (Set aside)
In the pan you used to boil the sweet potatos melt 3 tablespoons of butter & combine with 3 tablespoons of flour to make a rou. Add 4 cups of cream (or skim milk if you are on a diet or soy milk if you're into soy) and stir till even & simmer for 5 minutes. Stir in 1/2 cup brown sugar (or 1/4 cup maple syrup) & 1/2 teaspoon salt, pepper, nutmeg and cinnamon. Fold sweet potatos into mixture and let simmer 2-4 minutes. If your kids are into things with texture you can add some roasted nuts to the top of this for garnish, I've also used dried fruits (like cranberries) as a colorful garnish for dinner parties.
Crunched Cranberry Classic
In a food processor combine 1 bag cranberries, 1 jar rasberry perserves, 1 tables spoon fresh grated ginger, 1/4 cup of orange juice, 1 tablespoon orange zest, 1 apple cored & chopped. Pulse till the consistancy of relish. Take one can of biscuits. Squish each biscuit into a muffin tin to make a cup. Fill with cranberry relish mixture and bake according to biscuit can (or until biscuit is golden brown). Top with whip cream and some pecans. Yummy.
Stuffed Apples
Core 4 apples. Mix in a bowl- 1/2 cup crumbled pumpkin muffins, 1/4 cup raisins, 1/2 cup brown sugar and 1 cup apple juice. Put mixture into cored apple centers. Bake in oven until apples are fork tender. Serves 4-8 people depending on how much gluttony runs in your family.
Sweet Potato Soup
Boil 6 cups sweet potatos till fork tender. Drain & Mash. (Set aside)
In the pan you used to boil the sweet potatos melt 3 tablespoons of butter & combine with 3 tablespoons of flour to make a rou. Add 4 cups of cream (or skim milk if you are on a diet or soy milk if you're into soy) and stir till even & simmer for 5 minutes. Stir in 1/2 cup brown sugar (or 1/4 cup maple syrup) & 1/2 teaspoon salt, pepper, nutmeg and cinnamon. Fold sweet potatos into mixture and let simmer 2-4 minutes. If your kids are into things with texture you can add some roasted nuts to the top of this for garnish, I've also used dried fruits (like cranberries) as a colorful garnish for dinner parties.
Crunched Cranberry Classic
In a food processor combine 1 bag cranberries, 1 jar rasberry perserves, 1 tables spoon fresh grated ginger, 1/4 cup of orange juice, 1 tablespoon orange zest, 1 apple cored & chopped. Pulse till the consistancy of relish. Take one can of biscuits. Squish each biscuit into a muffin tin to make a cup. Fill with cranberry relish mixture and bake according to biscuit can (or until biscuit is golden brown). Top with whip cream and some pecans. Yummy.
Stuffed Apples
Core 4 apples. Mix in a bowl- 1/2 cup crumbled pumpkin muffins, 1/4 cup raisins, 1/2 cup brown sugar and 1 cup apple juice. Put mixture into cored apple centers. Bake in oven until apples are fork tender. Serves 4-8 people depending on how much gluttony runs in your family.
Sunday, November 19, 2006
Nobodies Home
Ok so this weekend despite not being the most busy weekend I have ever had somehow left me really out of touch with my PC. Which means NaBloPoMo got left behind for playing Monopoly with family, doing some Christmas shopping and seeing my adorable nephew. Church. That was the only real plan we had all week- to try and make it to church. Which we did. 4th row center. That's us. Stop by and say hi.
So something about church made me really excited today. The little old people who sit behind us are becoming our friends. They know our names and I know theirs. We wish each other well and tease each other a little. It's nice. I'm finally starting to feel like moving pews was the right decision. Although I hate to say it I think the pastor was right. I was ready to be part of something bigger and it's starting to feel good.
So something about church made me really excited today. The little old people who sit behind us are becoming our friends. They know our names and I know theirs. We wish each other well and tease each other a little. It's nice. I'm finally starting to feel like moving pews was the right decision. Although I hate to say it I think the pastor was right. I was ready to be part of something bigger and it's starting to feel good.
Friday, November 17, 2006
FF
So it's time for Frankly Friday which is the point in the week where I acknowledge a great thing and a crappy thing from the week before as well as something I learned this week. It's a good way to keep the work week in perspective before moving on to the fun filled weekend.
Friday Fab- I'd have to say that there was one day this week that will stand out for a long time as proof Jon is awesome, that day which involved a lot of dish doing, desk assembly and assorted laundry was fabulous...not just because I didn't have to do it but also because he did it out of love.
Friday Flop- What's up with the header of this blog? I dunno how to fix it. It breaks daily. And why is my right side margin so big. Sigh. Flop. Definitely a flop.
Friday Fact- Sometimes things you expect to be awful are awesome and sometimes things you expect to be fabulous are flops.
Friday Fab- I'd have to say that there was one day this week that will stand out for a long time as proof Jon is awesome, that day which involved a lot of dish doing, desk assembly and assorted laundry was fabulous...not just because I didn't have to do it but also because he did it out of love.
Friday Flop- What's up with the header of this blog? I dunno how to fix it. It breaks daily. And why is my right side margin so big. Sigh. Flop. Definitely a flop.
Friday Fact- Sometimes things you expect to be awful are awesome and sometimes things you expect to be fabulous are flops.
Thursday, November 16, 2006
Love Thursday
I have a couple favorite pictures of Jon. One of them is him right after a Christmas parade hanging out in a friends living room, one is him holding his nephew for the first time, one from our wedding, and one or two from Disneyland. This picture is one of those disneyland pictures...
For my birthday last year, Jon and I went to the land of mouse for 4 days of rides, mouse shaped snacks and overpriced beverages. But all, and I do mean all of my favorite memories involve the mass amount of time we spent trying on stupid hats. Big magician's hats with ears, aviator hats, princess hats, headbands with bug antenae on them... hats and funny faces, hats and posing for a picture, themed shots and random candids. Somewhere in all those pictures we found out we didn't want to buy a hat we'd never wear again. We also started to figure out just how in love we really were. I loved the way he skipped when he was excited to make me laugh and he loved the way I didn't let him win a game of cards and how I braved splashed mountain even though I hate the ride. And then somewhere around the park we found this pirates of the carribean hat and he smirked at me and I caught it on film and there he was captured in time forever... a little silly, a little cocky, a little smart and a little too attractive for my safety as a single person.
Your Not Lost
I've had several emails about how if you aren't using Explorer 7 then the text is horrible to read on this site. So I went searching for a new template. Here it is... Hope you like it. But I'm not done working with it...so hold out for a few days if you don't like it and try again. Thanks!
Wednesday, November 15, 2006
Babies Rn't Us
So yesterday was the long awaited fertility specialist appointment. It actually wasn't that bad. Icky. But not bad.
He thinks my ovaries are better off than the normal Dr. did. Not healthy mind you but not about to fall out on the floor either. He recommended switching to Dr. Wilson the first chance I got because he prefers working with him to working with Dr. Hennes.
He also gave Jon and I some advice on preconception stuff (less caffiene, lose some weight, take a ton of folic acid (more than a prenatal vitamin)) and made me promise that the second I took a positive urine pregnancy test I would come in for Progesterone because my one weak ovary lowers my production of it which is probably the primary reason that I miscarried. Prog. is needed for an implanted egg to start to grow and transform the lining of your uterus. I have a lot less than a normal person. That's really bad news if you're an egg.
He also informed us that Blue Shield is evil...well ok so that's not an exact quote...but that they only cover my appointments after I have miscarried or still birthed 3 times. And that at that point I should expect to need around 5K if I want to get all the tests done that he would need to actually make Jon and I able to have a baby. That's not even an option until after the 3 tragic deaths of little babies though... so we're working around that.
He thinks I have closer to two years to try and have a baby. It seemed pretty promising other than the part about how without prog. I would surely miscarry every time.
Also we found out that there are different levels of PCOS (Poly Cystic Ovary Syndrome) and that the version that I had...although a pain (literally) is pretty slow moving and although I produce cysts they wouldn't harm a baby if I happened to have one while I was pregnant which leaves me much better off than the original Dr thought I would be.
So I guess at this point we are praying that God will make it very OBVIOUS when we end up pregnant so we can start getting progesterone shots ASAP when we need them. And that we would be able to get pregnant within the next year so that hopefully we can have one/two babies of our own before we have to look into the adoption route more thoroughly. We get a shot every other month. So that leaves us with 12 chances before my two year mark is up. So someone could pray about that too.
My next appointment is on the 1st of December, it will be an appoint with Dr Hennes and Dr Sanchez at the same time to make sure everything is in working order. Praises to God it only costs two co-pays for the ability of two doctors to work on you at once.
Thanks for your prayers so far...we'll keep you posted.
Love,
Mr & Mrs J (officially because I changed my name this week)
He thinks my ovaries are better off than the normal Dr. did. Not healthy mind you but not about to fall out on the floor either. He recommended switching to Dr. Wilson the first chance I got because he prefers working with him to working with Dr. Hennes.
He also gave Jon and I some advice on preconception stuff (less caffiene, lose some weight, take a ton of folic acid (more than a prenatal vitamin)) and made me promise that the second I took a positive urine pregnancy test I would come in for Progesterone because my one weak ovary lowers my production of it which is probably the primary reason that I miscarried. Prog. is needed for an implanted egg to start to grow and transform the lining of your uterus. I have a lot less than a normal person. That's really bad news if you're an egg.
He also informed us that Blue Shield is evil...well ok so that's not an exact quote...but that they only cover my appointments after I have miscarried or still birthed 3 times. And that at that point I should expect to need around 5K if I want to get all the tests done that he would need to actually make Jon and I able to have a baby. That's not even an option until after the 3 tragic deaths of little babies though... so we're working around that.
He thinks I have closer to two years to try and have a baby. It seemed pretty promising other than the part about how without prog. I would surely miscarry every time.
Also we found out that there are different levels of PCOS (Poly Cystic Ovary Syndrome) and that the version that I had...although a pain (literally) is pretty slow moving and although I produce cysts they wouldn't harm a baby if I happened to have one while I was pregnant which leaves me much better off than the original Dr thought I would be.
So I guess at this point we are praying that God will make it very OBVIOUS when we end up pregnant so we can start getting progesterone shots ASAP when we need them. And that we would be able to get pregnant within the next year so that hopefully we can have one/two babies of our own before we have to look into the adoption route more thoroughly. We get a shot every other month. So that leaves us with 12 chances before my two year mark is up. So someone could pray about that too.
My next appointment is on the 1st of December, it will be an appoint with Dr Hennes and Dr Sanchez at the same time to make sure everything is in working order. Praises to God it only costs two co-pays for the ability of two doctors to work on you at once.
Thanks for your prayers so far...we'll keep you posted.
Love,
Mr & Mrs J (officially because I changed my name this week)
Mass Chaos
There are several reasons that I love my husband. Not the least of which is his ability to put up with lots and lots of chaos relating to my job. Today Jon spent part of his day off building a new desk at my office because no one wants to and because no one will do it as well as he did it last time. So...for reasons that don't make up for as big of a pain in the hinny as the task was... Jon is down the hallway decifering blue prints and trying to determine what screw B and screw A have in common.
I got a promotion. Sort of. It's more like a lateral move into a new department while keeping part of my old job because no one else wants to do it. See... the husband isn't the only one who's willing to put up with mass chaos for the people he loves. I moved my desk. Hate it. It's only been 10 minutes but I'm miserable and if you've ever spent 10 minutes with a miserable woman you'd know that at this exact second I'd rather be anywhere but with myself...down the hall from Mr Fix It. In fact I'd rather be home with Mr Fix It making something cuter than a desk with ten little fingers and ten little toes.
Proof...yet again... that we're still newlyweds...even in mass chaos.
I got a promotion. Sort of. It's more like a lateral move into a new department while keeping part of my old job because no one else wants to do it. See... the husband isn't the only one who's willing to put up with mass chaos for the people he loves. I moved my desk. Hate it. It's only been 10 minutes but I'm miserable and if you've ever spent 10 minutes with a miserable woman you'd know that at this exact second I'd rather be anywhere but with myself...down the hall from Mr Fix It. In fact I'd rather be home with Mr Fix It making something cuter than a desk with ten little fingers and ten little toes.
Proof...yet again... that we're still newlyweds...even in mass chaos.
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