God definitely puts people in your path for a reason. Once the Holy Spirit is inside you, you become a tool that God can use. With this willing heart, compassion will flow. This is God's living water. It says in Galatians,"Bear one another's burdens, and so fulfill the law of Christ." Everything is done for the Glory of God. "Give and it shall be given unto you", is what Jesus told us. So lend a helping hand to someone in need because you never know when that person in need might be yourself.
I was volunteering at Ben's school this morning and ran into someone Chris and I have known for a few years. We coached one of this woman's children in soccer and have also seen her every now and then at an upward event. She is a little "off", but sweet and well intentioned. She was rushing from the office, having dropped off her child after the tardy bell. I stepped away from my table and greeted her and noticed her tear stained face. She exclaimed (loudly), thank God...a Christian! Will you please pray for me! Ummmm....okay. Those who know me, know I do not feel comfortable praying out loud. But...when the Spirit moves, you do NOT turn the other way. I pulled her to one of the benches, out if the flow of traffic and we talked for a few minutes. I got the low down on her hurts and frustrations and then I took her hands and prayed. Out loud. In front of people. In public school. Go Jesus. She left with such peace in her heart (her words) and I am thankful to have been used by Him.
We babysat for Vin last week, while Katy and Mike went to dinner solo.
He was here for about 3 hours and we had some fun.
Watched about 4 episodes of a show called bubble guppies, ate snacks (lots of snacks) and Chris taught him to say "my mommy is a booger head".
It was the perfect evening.
What is a home without children? Quiet. ~Henny Youngman
The other day Chris says, "hey, did I mention that I went to Patient First last week, cause I couldn't hear out of one ear?" I told him that he had for got to mention it to me (knucklehead). I was freaked out instantly. Loss of hearing, could not be a good thing. I sat down, wide eyed, as he began his recollections of the events preceding and following his sensory deficiency.
He was at the park, doing his daily run. Everything was fine and dandy until he finished up. He headed for the car and all of a sudden his hearing went. He was shaken by this, which I know to be true, cause he headed straight for the doctors office. He hates the doctor, so this must have had him a little scared. He checked in with the receptionist, telling her what brought him there, then sat and waited to be called. He still couldn't hear out of his right ear, and it had now been thirty minutes, something was definitely wrong. He reached up and began to touch, rub, poke his ear. That's when he felt it. Something was in his ear. What?!
When walking back to his car at the park, he had pulled off his ipod and earphones....leaving the little ear bud cover stuck in his ear.
LAUGH OUT LOUD!!!
He removed it and viola, hearing restored.
He calmly walked over to the receptionist and told her he had to leave, not telling her what had transpired.
I love when things like this happen to my hubby. Cause he is darn near perfect, at least in my eyes, so this helps me feel a little better about myself.
We are week three into the ODU football season.
The team is undefeated and we have had a blast tailgating and screaming for the Monarchs.
Nick has had to work a few times, so we took Scott for one of the games, Joe for another and Kristian for this past weeks.
I can't believe I went all of last season without attending. I have had so much fun with the fellas and now don't feel like I am a step away from a heart attack when we have to walk a mile from the lot to the stadium. The benefits of dropping a few pounds.
I counted up all the soccer seasons Ben has played in and this is season twenty. That is counting fall, spring and a few indoor seasons. Wow. We have watched a lot of games, done a lot of screaming (less so in the more recent years), bought a truck load of Gatorade and blown through over twenty pair of cleats.
Our church book club, hosted a baby shower for Lauren this weekend. There were over forty women in attendance to encourage Lauren and prepare for Sophia's arrival with gifts, both practical and adorable. She was surrounded by family, school friends and church ladies who have known, taught and loved Lauren for all of her years. What a blessing!
Had a great vacation to the Outer Banks this year. The consensus was that it was the best year ever...and I agree. We got a huge house and took everybody (except Katy and her youngest children) with us, for the entire week. Chris joked with friends that its not a real vacation...he was packing up everything and everyone in his life and just relocating them. lol.
We found a new favorite place to eat, called Fireflys. Best eatery in the obx...by far. Everyone was impressed. The collards were amazing and many of the others raved about the lobster/macaroni and cheese. Yummy.
We also went to the much raved about Duck Donuts, for the first time. My goodness...that is the best donut I have ever had. Yes, I who is the Krispy Kreme Queen, loved D.D. more. Wow. Probably 1,000 calories each, but well worth it.
But I must say, the best dining experience of the week, was the homemade pizzas Nick whipped up. I brought several dough balls (white and wheat) and he made four pies. Chicken, pepperoni, salami and mozzarella with tomato sauce. Pepperoni and salami with sauce and cheese. Pesto, sliced tomatoes, mozzarella and parm. Mozzarella, fresh spinach, feta and olive oil (my fav.). Ridiculously good. Katy and Kaden were able to come down at the end of the week, for a girls weekend. The boys left Friday night, so as not to miss ODU tailgating and football on Saturday. We had a good time (and it was a lot more quiet) shopping and taking pictures on the pier. Can't wait to return next year!
Katy and I went to see Magic Mike recently.
Only thing I will say about that is, during the movie she turned to me (open mouthed and wide eyed) and murmured, "are their places like this around here?"
The instant replay looks like a Good Times painting.
A painting done by J.J. Evans.
That is not fair. So if someone loses their arms, could they get fins put on instead?
Yep, and I bet they could beat Michael Phelps with fin arms.
Nick and I get so mad when you leave the room.
Why do we have such messed up genes?
Can I get some Pepsi Max on the rocks?
I've saved people from drowning.
Does this dress make my butt look big?
Um, that is not what I wanted to hear.
Oh...I meant, what butt? I can't even tell which side is your front and which side is your back.
Thanks for making me have fun this weekend.
I'm 41 yrs old, and I still can't believe someone lets me do that.
That dress makes you have movie star boobs.
*goes to the stairs, to go to bed*
*finds a giant pile of dirty clothes have been tossed down and left for me*
*finds my ipad and makes a list of reasons not to go on strike*
1. I love my husband
2. I love my kids
3. The mess would be even bigger once I returned.
Aww, he is writing on her wall again, and she has been dead for a while now.
Maybe she checks it?
If you can't keep my interest with vampire sex, then you ain't good no more.
Can't wait till we leave for the outer Banks. Need a change of scenery, preferably sandy and wet.
Ten days and counting!
Maya spent the night last night. She begged, after Kaden and Kai each got to sleepover this week.
She ended up falling asleep on the couch around 11:00, after announcing moments before that she was staying up till 2:00am!
I made her, Nick and Ben, egg and sausage burritos and cereal for breakfast. I ate an apple...gotta get bathing suit ready before vaca.
Actually, I am stuck for the past week at the same weight (down 38 pounds). So frustrating. I am thinking about getting a trainer. Needing a little guidance on what to do to get different results. I will call the y after vacation and see what is available.
Ben returned safely from Vegas. I can't wait to get pictures from the McGee's. It sounds like a great time was had by all.
I think Ben misses the butler, the most. As ours has been on vacation since June (I just can't fathom cleaning when there is a pool to be enjoyed).
We all have Olympic fever around here. Staying up till midnight for two weeks, trying not to miss a single performance. I say all, but Chris is less than enthused with the games. He, by his own admission, only watches to spend time with me. He knows that I will not abandon the sofa cushion, till the final medal has been placed around the last muscled swimmers neck. And all those other competitors (there are other sports besides swimming...right?) Holy abs batman!
We have also enjoyed cheering on Gaby Douglas, in women's gymnastics. Her grandparents, Rayfield and May Douglas, are pastors at our church. Having the personal connection to her has made it so thrilling. Trying to stay off all forms of information (fb, enews, tv,radio) so the outcomes are not spoiled, has been rough. Once or twice, the excitement has been ruined by a mistaken glance on facebook, where a winner was declared. And of course the one night, when were were all hunkered down for a long night of cheering on Gabby in the all around. Mom knocked on the back door to say, "hey". Nick said, "hey, nanny. We are excited to watch Gabby in the all round tonight." She responded, "yes! Isn't it great that she won!" (she thought Nick said we were excited she won). She realized her mistake when our faces all fell and we just stared at her like she had just spoken in Japanese. She made a hasty retreat and we have had many laughs about it since.
Ben left on Tuesday, Vegas bound, with the McGee family. Our long time soccer friends, who's son Sterling shares his birthday with Ben every year, invited Ben to Tagalog on their Vegas vacation. Limo's, the Bellagio, drive up the coast to shop in Malibu and swim in the Pacific. A dream come true for B, who loves swag and rollin' in all things. Can't wait to hear all the stories and see the pictures when they return on Monday. I miss him badly.
Beautiful day, today. The sun is shining and I lost one more pound.
Got up early to sit outside The White Rabbit, to be first in line for their yearly dollar sale. All clothes in stock were $1.00, to make room for their fall and winter consignments. I bought over sixty outfits for Sophia, Kaden and Maya. Even picked up a couple things for Kristian and Shalee. You just can't pass up a dress, tags still on, from Nordstrom, for $1.00. Actually, more than half of my purchases still had the tags on. I totaled up the pricetags and they came to over $750.00 and I only paide $71.00. Great savings.
The afternoon was fun. Katy and Morgan came over with the kids, fourteen of them, to swim and eat lunch by the pool. I made homemade strawberry froyo and the kids scarfed it quick, before it puddled in our 99 degree temps.
I wish I would have taken a picture of all those kids in the pool. It was a sight.
Feeling crummy. I have a cold and don't feel like doing much of anything today.
Missing Chris, who has been gone this week.
Nick ditched me to go off with friends tonight. I tried to get together with Katy, we have both been wanting to see Magic Mike, but she is under the weather also.
It's 7:43 and I am going to bed.
"I think I see a lot of lawbreakers in this house."
So happy to have Nick back home today. He has been gone since Friday, on a camping trip with the CHOP (chesapeake house of prayer) group. With Ben gone too, I was a little out of sorts. As a parent, you have these dreams of a time when your kids are grown and out of the house. You will revel in all the free time and clean counters and quiet. After 24 hours of "freedom" I was over it. Couldn't stand the quiet. No one to check on. No fussing, no whining, no...mommy. Chris and I were sitting, enjoying dinner...and I just started to cry. I'm pretty sure he thinks I'm nuts. It seems I need family "noise" to be...me.
Five minutes after Nicks return home, I had a steak dinner prepared for him, his clothes in the wash and had sent him for a shower (teenager+camp out =stank). I had my mojo back!
Can't wait for Ben to come home on Saturday, so I can be at full strength.
Heading to the beach in the morning with Ben and Kristian. After vbs today, she came over to spend the night. We will leave early enough to get a good parking spot...long before the shoobies show up and lay claim to the beach. I will read (an actual paper book...gasp), people watch and listen to my ipod. Ben and Kristian have informed me that they are renting one of those double bikes to ride down the boardwalk. This cracks me up! It's midnight and I am in bed, reading, facebooking and blogging (Chris is snoring beside me). I can hear the two of them squealing and laughing, like Larry The Cable Guy is putting on a show in Bens room. I think they are making videos with his iPod. I love that they are best friends. The energy produced when the two of them get together could power ten prius' for a month. Oh to be young again. The only problem is, the things you find hilarious at 13 are the things that annoy you the most at 41. Spills on the carpet. Farts (and or burps) at the dinner table. Breaking furniture. Waking your parents at 2:00am to ask where your (insert random object) is.
Ben and Nick will be gone all weekend. Ben leaves for an Ocracoke vacation with the Matthews family for a week and Nick is going camping with the youth group till Monday.
What in the world will we do in the house, all alone?
I get Bens room!
Xbox, big screen tv and a bed to myself (did I mention the snoring?).
Just kidding (or am I?)
Went shopping with Lauren today. We traveled to Ghent for some baby duds at the White Rabbit. That place has been my one stop shop for kid clothes, since Lauren was about eight. I was excited to pick out cute girly things and boy, did we hit the mother lode (no pun intended). It was $1 day and we didn't even know it until we arrived. We walked out of there with about $200 worth of designer outfits (gap,gymboree,childrens place, etc.)for Sophie for $42! Love it! One dress had the tags attached from some fancy baby boutique...$55... And we got it for a buck.
Finally lost another two pounds this week.
Work, work, work....and nothing.
I need to see change, even two ounces of a difference to keep motivated.
Yeah, yeah, yeah...I know. "You are losing fat and gaining muscle", "You are doing this for health, not looks". Yada yada yada. I want to SEE smaller numbers.
I literally squealed with glee at the difference on the scale this morning.
Just in time, too. Cause I was about to get chocolate wasted.
I just did a couple laps around the downstairs. No, not for exercise. Because I couldn't remember why I had walked into the office and I was trying to retrace my steps, to trigger my memory. It worked, too. I was going to get my cellphone and text my friend Melanie a question. By the time I got to the office, my mind was a krispy kreme box ten minutes after purchased...empty. Weird how the mind works (and doesn't work) sometimes.
Our book club planning session was tonight. We met at Jasons Deli and mapped out the next years reads and monthly hosting sites. So excited to dive into the books we chose and catch up with my friends each month. What did I ever do before I fell in love with reading? What a waste of the first thirty years of my life.
It has been so hot this week. Over 100 degrees, most days. Can't wait for the storm to come tomorrow and bring the temps back in the 80's. Even the pool is not refreshing. Like bath water...blah. Uncle Jim, Beth and the boys came for the day. We talked, went to Jimmy's for lunch and came back and swam for a few hours, before they headed back home. Katy and Mike brought King and Vin, who will be two at the end of the summer. Kingston was jumping in over and over again...he is quite the daredevil. Gavin was a bit more cautious than his brother,preferring to run around outside the pool instead. All the big kids were at their dads this weekend...missed them. Maya's 5th birthday is next week and I can't believe how big she is getting. Chris picked up a Hello Kitty doll, dressed in an ODU tshirt, at the book store this week. I know she will love it, since she is a big Hello Kitty fan. I think her 4th birthday had a Hello Kitty theme. The only problem was, up until a couple months ago, she had problems with her K's. She would call Kaden..Taden. She would say I tan't, instead of I can't. So just imagine, when she would excitedly show you her Hello Kitty purse, or shirt or toy...what she would call it? Sooooo funny. Of course the big kids (and Chris) got a kick out of making her repeat herself over and over.
Went in the attic today, searching for a box of baby clothes. It took quite a while to find and I almost gave up. Since no baby clothes have been worn around this house for a long time, there were at least ten years of boxes placed around it. It was buried behind old shoes, trophies and boxes filled with anything our three kids deemed savable. I did find the clothes and what a trip down memory lane, holding each tiny hat, nightgown and pair of booties. Remembering each child who wore them, where they played in it and how precious they were. Not that they are not beloved now, it's just a little hard to find a teenager "precious" sometimes. We will wash and make ready all the tiny keepsakes, to prepare for the newest "precious" joining our family at the end of the summer. Little Sophie, my first grandchild. Oh little one, how your Nanny is looking forward to rocking you and singing you to sleep, just like I did for your mommy, so long ago.
Heading to the YMCA this morning. My fourth time this week...go me.
It's been almost two months since I began my journey of better health and moving my arse. I am down 31 pounds, since May 10th. The day I stopped my self loathing, depression and suicide by fast food. No one knew the things going on inside my head...thank goodness. After much prayer and planning, I pulled myself up by my boot straps and took off. Running from the ugliness and pain, to a better me. I have a long way to go, according to the ridiculous charts that say you are obese at 140 pounds, but I am better than I was. I am proud of myself...and that feels great.
We had a fairly peaceful fourth of July, today. No company or cookouts. Just me, Chris and Ben, eating some baked chicken I cooked, swimming and watching movies. Lauren and Nick both had to work. Tonight, after he got home from work, I heated Nick up a plate of food. Shorty, our resident table beggar, was at Nick's feet, waiting for crumbs and drips. Also, when we have chicken, he is extra attentive. The dog is chicken crazy. He will bark and whine when I cook it. Nick finished, tossed the remains in the trash and went to relax on the couch. About one minute later, we heard a bang. I knew immediately what the sound was...the trash can hitting the floor. Sorty...lured by the aroma of chicken, rummaging through the debris, grabbing a hunk and running away with it. We chased him through the house, to no avail. He had swallowed it in a hurry, to keep us from taking it back. And yes, it was stuck...and stuck good. The gagging was horrible, as he went from room to room, trying to get away from us. We opened the back door and out he went. It was 10:30, Ben was spending the night at moms and Chris had already gone to bed. Nick and I were freaking out (we are not the best under pressure) and could not get the chicken out. Even after being bit several times, Nick still tried his best to help his long time buddy get his breathe. It was no use. Shorty staggered, fell in Nick's arms and died. It was so sad. Nick cried and called out for me to help...but there was nothing I cold do. I ran in, and yelled up to Chris to wake up and help us. He came down pretty quickly, despite the fact that he had been asleep two minutes earlier. He went outside and found Shorty lying in the yard. Gone. He went to work, resuscitating him, he stuck his hand down his throat and pulled out the chicken. He did chest compressions, got the hose and sprayed in Shorty's mouth and over his head. He worked on him for awhile...and he came back to life. It was amazing. Nick was so happy to have his friend back. Chris said, "poor short...if I had been out of town, he would be dead and gone". He is right too, Nick and I had written him off. Thank you dad! He also said, "if I am ever choking...please don't stop trying!".