Monday, March 29, 2010

McLinky--The Meaning of Easter

I always struggle right around Easter. It usually starts on Palm Sunday (this past Sunday) and lingers even after Easter is over.

My pastor did a good job this Sunday setting the stage for this most difficult week.

I love the story where Jesus tells his disciples to go on ahead of him and find the donkey tied to a tree. Untie it and bring it here...and tell anyone who asks about it that the Lord needs it. So the people in that day would have been fine with strangers taking their donkey because the Lord needed it. (Would I be that happy to give up whatever the Lord asked of me just because it was the Lord who asked?)

Jesus enters the city and people lay down their garments to line the path He will come down. They put their clothes on the donkey for him to sit on. I had not thought before Sunday about the fact that people in those days did not have a closet full of clothes to choose from, or a washing machine to wash their clothes in or the money to replace clothes damaged by the hooves of a donkey. They were willing to do whatever they could to line the path with clothes or palm branches...rolling out a proverbial red carpet for Jesus to walk down.

And all the while shouting and singing "Hosanna to the Son of David. Blessed is he who comes in the name of the Lord. Hosanna in the highest." They loved Him. They thought He was worthy of a parade. They praised His name.

I can see myself in that crowd. Waving my palm branch, shouting His name, and being so excited that Jesus was in my town! I would get as close as I could. I would be jumping, cheering, smiling...

But I can't help but wonder...would I also have followed the crowd later and been yelling, "Crucify Him! Crucify Him! Crucify Him!" I would love to think I would not have been a part of that vicious group.

But I don't have that much faith in myself.

Because isn't it what I do when I don't give it ALL to Him? Isn't that what I do when I hold a grudge? Isn't that what I do when I speak in anger? Isn't it? I may not have driven the nails into His hands that day, but my sinful ways kept Him up on that cross until He died a very painful death.

And that is always hard for me to contemplate during Easter. It is hard. But it is necessary. It is a time when I look deep into my heart and check my motives, my time, my talents...and then ask God what He wants me to do with all of it.

I guess you could say it is like Spring Cleaning of the soul.

And Easter is always that trigger point for me. Sure, I love the candy and the dresses and the ability to wear white and everything else that goes with the "Easter season", but what I need is the heart check. And it always comes. And it always hurts. But it leaves me cleaner, and closer to the cross and a whole lot more grateful for all He did for me on Calvary.

What about you? What does Easter mean to you?

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Not Me Monday!




Welcome to Not Me! Monday! This blog carnival was created by MckMama. She is the mother to four and another on the way and she makes me laugh and truly contemplate some pretty deep issues. Head over to her blog to read what she and her husband and precious children have been up to this week!!

!DISCLAIMER!

I am going to veer off of the normal path of Not Me Monday today...sort of. It is still a Not Me--as in it was not me who was brave and wise beyond my year-- but it will not be written like it normally is.

Most of you know that I teach school. I have taught school for 15 years (GASP!)--I know, I do not look like I could be teaching for that long...Anyway, in the course of my 15 years, I have had to deal with tragedies within my community, within my school and within my class. I typically do what is expected of me depending upon what the situation is. I help with a meal, I go to the funeral home, I let a child just stand beside me because they need to.

Friday night, the mother of a child I taught three years ago lost her very short but very hard fought battle with cancer. She also has a son in the first grade (same grade as Will). She went to the doctor 3 months ago because she was not feeling well and was running a fever. She found out she had cancer in almost every part of her body and it was stage 4. I was discussing the fact that she had passed away with Mark and Will piped up from the backseat of the car with, "Are you talking about T's mom?" I was kind of surprised he knew about her since T is not in his homeroom. I said I was talking about her and he talked about how sad T must be now that his mom is gone. He was so matter-of-fact about it, but so sweet too. Very deep for a seven year old!

I told Mark I was going to go to the funeral home on Sunday and Will, again, starting asking questions. He wanted to know what was at the funeral home, why you go, what you say, etc. (keep in mind that the last time I had to take Will with me to the funeral home, he embarrassed me beyond belief---I told him to sit in the chairs in the back of the room with friends of mine--who incidentally are NOT good at watching children--while I went to speak the mom of one of my friends. I had told him before we got there that we had to be quiet because someone had died and we were going to tell them we were sorry. As I am talking to my friend's mom and telling her how sorry I am for her loss, I feel a tug on my pants and look down to see Will's face. Then, in horror, I hear (as he points to the casket), "Is that the dead guy?")

I began to explain to Will why you go to the funeral home and on his own he decided that maybe he should go too, to tell T that he was sorry. I talked it over with Mark and we felt like if he thought it was right, we should let him go.

Well, yesterday, after church, we came home (after eating at Moe's of course) and we had a HUGE, but brief, storm---complete with hail. Will and I had been talking about school, baseball, life in general when the storm hit and once we finished watching the hail fall, Will came out with, "I don't think we should go to the funeral home in this weather." I smiled and said, "We don't have to leave for a while, and this storm will be long gone by then." He shrugged his shoulders and went back to playing his game. About 20 minutes before we had to leave, ANOTHER storm (complete with MORE hail) came crashing in on our house. Will decided that was our sign to stay home.

I told him I knew it was scary to go, but I felt like he needed to, for T's sake. I told him lots of people would be there for his dad, but not a lot of people would be there for T. He agreed and we left. What I saw next made my heart swell with pride and taught me a lesson about life.

We walked through the door and I saw a few people I knew. Will did not stop to talk to any of the people he knew (most were adults)--he was searching. I watched him until he found T, who was close to but not right next to the casket. T looked at Will and his eyes brightened for just a brief second, and then they filled with tears. I saw Will put his hand on T's shoulder and say, "I am sorry about your mom." T shook his head and asked Will if he wanted to go see his mom (Will did not). I walked up with T instead and he said, "There is my mom. She is beautiful, don't you think? She hasn't been that beautiful in a long time because she has been so sick." I choked back the biggest lump in my throat, nodded my head and told him she was beautiful. He turned from me (the blubbering idiot adult) and walked back to Will.

Will, in his infinite seven year old wisdom, just let T talk-about whatever he wanted to talk about. Sometimes it was about his mom, but it also consisted of school, baseball, church and Star Wars. They laughed. They pretended to shoot each other. They walked around. They sat down. T introduced Will to other family members.

I sat back and watched in complete amazement. No one had to teach Will how to be there for T. He just did whatever T needed him to do. It was sweet. It was genuine. And it is a picture I will never forget. He showed me how important it is to show up, to stand next to someone who is hurting and let them do whatever they need to do at that moment. Sometimes it is to cry, sometimes it is to just sit and sometimes it is to loudly imitate R2D2 and C3PO and then crack up laughing at yourselves.

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Wednesday, March 24, 2010

Wishful Wednesday--Handbags!



Wishful Wednesday is a fun way to think about the things in our life that maybe we think could be different...hop over to Kelsey's blog to see how this all got started!



This week's topic is:
"I wish I could afford ______________ handbag without putting a dent in my pocketbook."

Ok, so maybe when you fly, you upgrade your seats, right? You need more space so you go from coach to first class. And in this sense, coach is not the ideal.

However, when it comes to purses I covet; drool over; desperately love; have an addiction to: it is all about COACH! I love Coach purses. I love the look. I love the feel. I love everything... but the price.

I usually have to wait on my mom to say, "Come on, I'll buy you a new purse." before I can purchase a Coach. Mom, if you are reading this...thanks for the purses you have bought me. I truly think it is my love language!

Here are two of my new favorites!




I cannot wait to see what everybody else puts out there today...and thank you Kelsey for this oh-so-perfect post for me!



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Tuesday, March 23, 2010

McLinky---Answered Prayer

I had originally planned to share a very funny story about how big my God was when I was on a mission trip in Jamaica during my high school days! And I may still share it with you later but I wanted to brag on one of my sisters first.

Now, shhhhhhhh! Don't tell her. She is a very private person. And she never tries to draw attention in her direction....ever! As a matter of fact, she does almost everything she can to cast attention onto someone else other than her or her family. I don't know why....she has a lot of good to share with others, but she likes to keep it close. And I respect that.

Except today!

See, my sister accomplished something on Sunday that she did not think she could. She was worried about when I saw her in February....worried she would not be able to do what she had committed to doing months ago. That is so not like my sister and so I was not worried about her meeting this goal...

And I was right! She did it!

She ran her very first half-marathon!

She ran with friends who had never done this before, one of whom has recently battled stage 2 cancer and survived!

I could not be prouder. I am a NON runner, so half marathons just blow me away. I can run about a half block and then I am winded and my mind starts saying, "Stop...this is hurting...you stink at running anyway." And so I listen and stop. But my sis....she did not stop! Below is her email after the race was over (she asked her family to pray her through the race, which we did... and God showed up!)

Okay, here is the recap....I FINISHED! AND I DIDN'T WALK!! Those were my two goals, so despite my children's disappointment that I came in 6th (ha - maybe 600th...), I am glad to report that it was a successful morning!

And I can't thank you enough for the messages and prayers....God is sooooo evident on this run. I started my day at 4:30am with a handful
of jellybeans (the kind with the energy stuff in them) and a banana.
At 5:30, I slugged a few sips of coffee... Around 5:50, it hit me...gotta go....so we went over to the
port-a-potty's and IN THE DARK (using cell phones for light) relieved
ourselves. Instantly better and so miraculously, no nerves! Thank you Lord!

Right before we were to line up, one of the ladies with us needed to potty again, so we headed back to port-a-potty's (in the light this
time) and used them again. This put us in the back of the pack starting. At that point, I realized I left my jelly beans in the car! oh the sadness! and the hunger! I didn't think I'd last until 9am without some sort of food. And Gu (which was offered on the run) only hurts my tummy. So, with a little sadness and a prayer
(literally) we began our run. Lots of nervous chatter and laughs at the beginning. A friend met us at mile 3 and ran a couple of miles with us. And then we saw them....manna from heaven....JELLYBEANS DROPPED ON THE TRAIL! It was an unopened pack of my favorite flavor!! Thank you Lord!!

We cried at some point around mile 11 recounting S's(
one of my sister's friends who was running with her) illness and the fact that just two years ago she was bald and couldn't walk to the potty herself. Amazing. Again, Thank you Lord!

And then we finished...rather uneventful as we had spent the entire run celebrating!

So thank you all....truly truly truly...thank you!

I love you -
Paige's sister



I love you, sis! And I love how you knew that if we would pray, God would show up! You inspire me daily!

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Monday, March 22, 2010

Not Me Monday!




Welcome to Not Me! Monday! This blog carnival was created by MckMama. She is the mother to four and another on the way and she makes me laugh and truly contemplate some pretty deep issues. Head over to her blog to read what she and her husband and precious children have been up to this week!!

Not Me Monday is all about revealing things you have done this week that may not make you proud as a mother, wife, daughter, friend, sister, human...but you really feel the need to get these off your chest. You state them in a way that says you did not do it when in fact you truly have done that unspeakable thing. It is very therapeutic--trust me!

I did not get into a wordless stand-off with my husband concerning the dishes this week. Our sink did not eventually end up looking like this: (don't judge me!)



That is gross and disgusting and highly irresponsible. I would never allow my sink to look like that! (Mom, just don't comment, it is so not worth it! And for the record, it is clean currently!)

My daughter did not cry and cry and cry on Friday night telling me, "I do know how to write a racket, mom, I do!" I did not spend about 10 minutes trying to figure out what in the world she was saying. I did not finally discover that she was trying to help "grade" Mark and Will's BRACKET for the NCAA tournament. I did not laugh out loud when I figured it out! I never have trouble figuring out what my children are telling me---why? Do you?

My son did not have two baseball games on Friday night that his team lost miserably. I did not make a comment to another mom that sounded like this: "Last year, Will did not know much about baseball but he hustled and listened. I felt bad last year because we played him up and I felt like he did not have much to offer the team at first...but this year, with these kids who couldn't care any less about hustling/listening/winning...I kinda feel sorry for myself!" I would NEVER say such a thing! That is completely self-centered. My son's team was no worse for the wear after the two loses--just for the record!



We did not take the children to the "big city" to buy cleats (for both kids) and a batting helmet (for Caroline). We were not in the store and trying on shoes and the kids were not slightly rambunctious! I did not put their own shoes back on them and tell them to stand "right there" while I got the cleats back into the boxes. They did not start running around the "track" the store has in the shoe section. I did not grab them as they attempted to glide right on by me and say to them, "What do you think you are doing? Do you know where you are?" (I was not looking for the response of "I am sorry, mom, we are in a store and we shouldn't be running)! I did not get, "Yes, mom. We are running....uhmmm, on a track."

Happy Not Me-ing! It is SO not worth it!

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Friday, March 19, 2010

Rebel Without a Cause

I am a rule breaker this year.

Yes, mom. I said a rule breaker!

Let me explain. See, in my family, basketball is like a religion (except it's not, cuz my mom and dad taught us better than that---but you get my point). My dad grew up playing basketball all the time. He dribbled the ball everywhere he went (or at least that is what he told us when we whined about practicing so much)--it was probably uphill...both ways...in the snow---and he and his buddies "broke" into the gym at night and on weekends (he said that the janitor "left a window (or door) unlocked" for them) and after all his practice and apparently alluding arrest, he ended up playing ball in college for none other than the esteemed Bobby Knight at West Point.



I do not want to hear any negative comments about Bobby Knight. While he may not be your favorite person, he knows his stuff and is true to the fundamentals of the game of basketball. And I respect that.

Anyway, dad's love for the game and the fact that one of his teammates at West Point was Mike Kryzewski, Krzywezski , ShaShefSki err Coach K, made us all basketball lovers at a very early age. We even, and I shudder as I say this, were Dook fans growing up. I can only think that it was because my parents were not active in church during that time and THAT is what caused them to make such a poor decision as to cheer for THE DEVIL. Apparently, they are currently backslidden' now because they are still cheering for them! BUT, all that to say, we learned about March Madness from the womb and have all been die-hard fans since then. It is the family way.

Except this year.

For me.

I am boycotting the Big Dance. Yeah, I said that.

AND....

I did not even fill out a bracket.

OOOOOOOOOO! Did you lose your breath? My family apparently did when they found out.

I got a range of comments from, "Wow...you're serious?" to "I am so disappointed in you."

And you know what? I am ok with that! I hear my bracket would have imploded already anyway, so I am glad I did not waste my time with it!

People keep asking me why? They know I love basketball more than almost anything. And truly, I have no explanation for it. I know you think it is because my beloved Tarheels aren't there (they are playing in the 'Not In the Tournament' Tournament) but that is really not it. I am just slightly disappointed in the game this year. And again, I have no reason.

I will tell you that I am not cheering for Dook to win it all. Or Kentucky.

Who do I want to make it to Indy?




I choose Kansas---Rock Chalk Jayhawk all the way (even though I have NO idea what that means!).

But I won't know who gets there. Cuz I'm boycotting. Remember?

Maybe my bracket-filling son will keep me posted.

Because I intend to stay a rebel without a cause!

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Wednesday, March 17, 2010

Wishful Wednesday



Wishful Wednesday is a fun way to think about the things in our life that maybe we think could be different...hop over to Kelsey's blog to see how this all got started!

This week's topic is:

"I wish I could win the lottery REAL soon, and I would hope to____________."

I often have wondered this...what would I do if I hit a windfall like that? I don't play the lottery (usually-haha) and if I did I would most likely be the one who wins the whopping Power Ball amount of like $5,000. Not that $5,000 isn't a lot of money, but it isn't Mega Millions!

Anyway, I would most definitely not be working after I collect my winnings! It is not that I hate my current job, the opposite is true (it hates me...just kidding...I love my job). It is just time-consuming and very demanding. My children are young and I would love to be able to spend more time with them without stressing over my job.

I think I would find myself in the school anyway even if I quit. But I would be there as a VOLUNTEER!!!! I could come if I wanted to but I would not have to be there. I could be there for parties, field trips, field day, etc. I could also stay home if I wanted to and feel no guilt or pressure.

I could not, however, stay at home all the time. I am too much of a people person. I would have to get out there and do something. But I am not sure what it would be... I would want to make a difference, a positive impact on the lives of someone... but I have no idea who, what or where.

I would most definitely move closer to my parents...I could totally live at the beach...couldn't you?

The next bit is a total sidebar story and if you don't have time to read it, I will so not be offended! But it is a GREAT Mark story!

This whole idea makes me laugh because it is so rare that I ever have a lottery ticket in my hand and it has almost always been because it was a gift to me (though they never seem to pick the right numbers for me...). BUT, I do believe, that given the chance, my husband could become addicted to lottery tickets.

He bought some as a gag gift for a work party around Christmas time. I knew he had purchased them so the sight of them did not throw me off. However, the sight of him scratching one of those tickets was slightly odd. I asked him what he was doing and he said he had just scratched a couple of the tickets...A COUPLE?????? I quickly wrapped up what was left but not before he told me he won $23! The next day as we were leaving for a basketball game, he said he was going to stop at the gas station to turn the tickets in. That was fine with me...until he returned to the car but not with the cash but with MORE TICKETS!!! He even got the kids excited to scratch off and see if they won anything. OH my, we did. $52! I held on to those tickets and I took it into the gas station for the cash and when I mentioned to the clerk that my husband was too embarrassed to come back in for the second time that day she said, "Oh, is he the cute one in the blue shirt that was in here earlier this evening with $23 in winning cards? He said you were going to be mad...were you?"

WHAT? You KNOW him? And you are wondering if I am mad?

This has definitely gone too far!

I marched back out to the car and told Mark his lottery ticket-buying days are done! Do you know what I heard? "Oh man, dad, you win my $20---you were right, she didn't buy anymore tickets!"

Super! Now we have the kids GAMBLING on lottery tickets!

My pastor would be so proud!

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Monday, March 15, 2010

Not Me Monday!




Welcome to Not Me! Monday! This blog carnival was created by MckMama. She is the mother to four and another on the way and she makes me laugh and truly contemplate some pretty deep issues. Head over to her blog to read what she and her husband and precious children have been up to this week!!

Not Me Monday is all about revealing things you have done this week that may not make you proud as a mother, wife, daughter, friend, sister, human...but you really feel the need to get these off your chest. You state them in a way that says you did not do it when in fact you truly have done that unspeakable thing. It is very therapeutic--trust me!

I did not find alternate food options for my family all week as opposed to cooking and eating at home. I always plan according to our schedule and I always make homemade, gourmet meals every night. I would never allow my children and husband to eat hot dogs at the ballpark, Homewreckers at Moes, or hamburgers from Steak and Shake.

I did not go on a field trip with my class to a nature center and discover the cutest "tree houses". I do not think that maybe even I, an "inside cat" by my husband's description, could live there (with the appropriate amenities, mind you! :)).





I did not get excited when the rain cancelled ALL activities for Saturday and I was left with nothing on my calendar. I did not take advantage of it by staying in my pjs almost all day! I did not allow my children to stay in the their pajamas all day either! :) That is gross, I would never do that!

I did not give up college basketball for the remainder of the season. I am not a HUGE basketball fan. I have never made plans around who is playing ball on TV that night. I would never give up something that means so much to me...with virtually no reason what-so-ever! I am not a quitter and I am big enough to be able to still love the game even though my beloved Tarheels are not in the Big Dance this year. So I would never make statements like, "Basketball is dead to me this year." or "I am not filling out a bracket." Not me...

What have you not been doing this week? This is fun...I promise.


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Thursday, March 11, 2010

Perspective


I loved this tree when I first saw it. It grabbed my attention. It made me stop and think. As I glanced up at this tree, my first thought was how it was the perfect tree to paint. I know that because I am such an amazing painter...LOL. But to me it represented that tree that all kids draw at sometime in their life representing winter--the bare tree. No life showing. No color. Bland. Stark.

But not dead. Just resting. Rejuvenating. Preparing.

Spring is just around the corner and soon the buds will appear on this tree and signs of life will be evident.

For now, however, there appears to be nothing. But much is happening. Much is being done, behind the scenes.

Perspective is everything.

If we only take it for what it looks like and not what it can become, then the beauty is lost. It has the potential to become a magnificent entrance into a garden of endless possibilities.

But not now.

Right now, it offers up nothing eye appealing. It does not draw you into its inner sanctuary and offer you any kind of solace or comfort. It seems cold and uninviting.

It holds a story, of that you can be sure, because everything has a story. It does not seem to have a story with a happy ending though. It screams hopelessness. It screams abandonment.


Giving up seems the easiest thing to do. What is the point of going on? Why try at this point?

Perspective. That's why.

We cannot give up now. When the path seems hard to find or too steep climb, we cannot quit. We can pause though. And dropping to our knees we can cry out to the One who can guide us back to the path or carry us over the hardest part. And as He gently sets our feet safely back down on the ground, we feel renewed; refreshed. And something catches our eye.

In the middle of what appears to be deadness all around, there is a glimmer of hope. A glimpse of life returning.

Perspective.

You could look down and focus on this:


No life. No hope. Nothing.

Or you can shift your eyes and change your perspective and see the beauty of what is to come.

Yes, I would say that perspective is essential.

"But as for me, I shall sing of Your strength; Yes, I shall joyfully sing of Your loving kindness in the morning, for You have been my stronghold and a refuge in the day of my distress." Psalm 59:16

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Monday, March 8, 2010

Not Me Monday




Welcome to Not Me! Monday! This blog carnival was created by MckMama. This week MckMama is in Kenya with Compassion and I encourage you to head to her blog to read what she and her team have been doing there. I have no idea if there will be a Not Me Monday up on her blog, but her account of her time in Kenya is very moving.


I did not spend many days last week on the road carting my children all around town for baseball, basketball or t-ball practice. I did not lack the time to cook wonderful meals for my family. We most certainly did not live on sandwiches, chips and Gatorade and the one meal I DID cook was most DEFINITELY not gourmet tacos!!!! I totally plan better than that.

I did not redeem myself at the state basketball tournament after my most horrid behavior last week and my subsequent tongue lashing from my mom. I did not sit in the stands and watch and encourage our boys. I did not keep my comments about the referee to myself (OK...maybe once I said something...but really I just asked this question(in a slightly louder voice than normal conversation tones): "How can you call the child for traveling when he is dribbling the ball still?") I did not (really I didn't) tell him he was horrible...I would not have made my mom proud if she had been with me!

I did not let Mark take Caroline to her first t-ball practice on Friday while I was at a basketball game. I do not, therefore, have any pictures of said practice. My husband did not say to me that it never crossed his mind to take a picture of her very first practice. I did not laugh and say that it does not surprise me!

I do not have a field trip planned tomorrow. It is not one that has been rescheduled three times already because of rain. It is not supposed to rain tomorrow. :(

I did not stay up way too late last night and watch the Oscars. I would never do that knowing I have to work today...that would be irresponsible. And my mom did not raise an irresponsible child.

What about you? What have you NOT been doing?

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Thursday, March 4, 2010

A Chatty Quitter

So, a while back, I told you about a new exercise video/program I bought and how it was super tough and kicked my tail. It is called The Wave by the makers of The Firm. They are hard core. You have to be a Master Instructor in order to be a teacher on the video. I could do these workouts everyday for the rest of my life and never be worthy of being called Master Instructor. But I digress.

Yesterday, Will went home with a friend and so it was just me and Caroline hanging out after school. I had a few errands to run and decided I was going to workout before I had to go pick up Will. So, we got home, I changed clothes, and I was off to the basement. Caroline, my sidekick, was faithfully trudging behind me. She took her position on top of one of the other pieces of equipment I have purchased from the Firm in the past (think a tall stepper) and proceeded to say things to me like, "That doesn't look like what they are doing." "You aren't doing that right." "Are you sure you are listening?" After enough dirty looks from me to her, she hushed, jumped down and began "cooking" dinner in her play kitchen. I sweated, sucked in deep breaths of air trying not to hyperventilate, and sometimes stumbled my way through the exercises. I hit one exercise though, where I could not do all 470 reps and I stopped 4 short of the end. RIGHT before I stopped, sweet Master Torturer Instructor Alli said, "Just four more, don't give up." (say that in a slightly high-pitched voice with no hint of being tired at all even though you just talked your way through a kick-butt workout video). I stood there watching her finish the last four (trying not to pass out) and gearing up for whatever comes next when I hear this coming from little girl who is not even looking in my direction--in fact she has her back to me.

"She said not to give up, mom, and you gived up."

Thank you precious daughter for pointing that out to me. So I finished the video not missing another step, as I would never want to lead my children astray.

OK, so the workout was done and I had to go pick up Will. I tried to convince Caroline to stay home with Mark, but I just couldn't make her believe it would be more fun. Then I tried to convince Mark to go get Will and I would stay home for some quiet time and Caroline said she would stay with me....SO---I left to go get Will with Caroline in tow.

On the way home, Caroline was telling Will about the preschool story time at church that we went to on Monday and how it was all about Jonah and the whale. Lots of sidebar discussions were had when all of a sudden Will asks me, "How did Jonah hear God? Because I don't hear God tell me anything." I take a deep breath and begin to try to tell Will how you "hear" God when you can't actually HEAR God. With every sentence I felt I was speaking above his seven year old ability to comprehend and so I kept trying to give examples. I will admit, my answer was kinda long, but I felt it was completely thorough considering the topic and the listening audience. When I had completed my sermon I heard this (again, from that precious daughter of mine):

"Whew, mom that was long question (meaning answer)--does your mouth hurt?"

Actually, no princess, it doesn't--because I have a lot of practice at those kind of responses.

I went to bed emotionally drained though...a chatty quitter, I am sure, was never anything I dreamed about becoming when I was a little girl. I just hope I can live up to the standard! :)

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Wednesday, March 3, 2010

Wishful Wednesday--The Olympics



Wishful Wednesday is a fun way to think about the things in our life that maybe we think could be different...hop over to Kelsey's blog to see how this all got started!



This week's topic is:

'I wish' .... I could have gone to the 2010 Winter Olympics to see one event, and it would have been ______!

To see Joannie Rochette, Canadian figure skater, skate all of her programs and receive her bronze medal.



For those of you who do not know, her mother died just 3 days prior to her first night of Olympic competition. She skated on and was amazing. She had such poise and determination and she held herself together so well. I could not have done it, I don't think. But I would have wanted to be there to see it happen. She totally would have had my standing ovation and my tears and my admiration.

And to be honest...she had them anyway...even in the comfort of my own home! :)



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Tuesday, March 2, 2010

WHAT? Again? Seriously?

So, this morning started like every other morning for me.

Alarm goes off. I hit snooze.

Alarm goes off again. I hit snooze again.

Alarm goes off again--a little louder. I hit snooze again...a little harder.

Alarm screams to me to get my lazy hind end out of the toasty warm bed and get in the shower and get ready for work...I am tempted to hit the snooze button again but I drag myself up, go start the coffee, and head for the shower.

I get out of the shower, dry my hair (who am I kidding...I didn't have time to wash my hair cuz I hit the snooze button too many times)...go get a cup of coffee, put on my makeup and begin to think of what I want to wear.

The thoughts are too much for me so I sit down on my bed to cuddle with my covers and finish my first cup of coffee. I hear my phone buzz in purse. Hmmmm....who is texting me this early?

Pick up my phone...no text...voicemail. Well, I kept thinking....that is not good. No one leaves a message this early in the morning unless it is bad news. I call my voicemail and what do my wondering ears start hear? But the voice of lady who calls off school!!!!!

Calls off school? What? Why? Oh, right...snow was forecasted for today. I look out of the blinds...no snow, a little rain, though. Hmmmm...ok...hop back in bed and finish coffee.

Will all of a sudden appears in my room. Wide awake. Yes, I said Will. The one I have to almost beat to get up on any regular school day...so I sent him back to bed and told him no school. He almost cried. But not tears of joy. He wanted to go home with a friend today and now he couldn't! Love that! He wanted school so he could play with a friend. :)

So, after we all slept in a little more...here are the kids looking out the front door at THE BIGGEST FLAKES EVER!!!! Hope you can tell how big they were. Bigger than a half dollar...huge. According to Will...."As far as snowflakes go, these are gargantuan!"




I am currently checking my GPS location because I could have sworn that I lived in the south and by March 1st we are usually back in our flip-flops, not our snow boots (not that we have snow boots).

So once again (for like the 5th time this year)---
Happy Snow Day!

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Monday, March 1, 2010

Not Me Monday




Welcome to Not Me! Monday! This blog carnival was created by MckMama. You can head over to her blog to read what she and everyone else have not been doing this week.

I did not have one of the longest days of my life last Monday. I did not struggle to stay focused once back to work. I am the teacher. I am always focused.

I did not spend three days this week driving up and down the interstate for Will's All-Star Basketball games. I did not EVER wonder what in the world I was thinking when I said, "Sure, he'd be honored to be on the team!" I live to cart my kids around town.

I did not, at the championship game, yell at the referee. I do not do that kind of thing. I am a calm spectator at sporting events. I would never, while still video taping the game, jump up and tell the referee he is awful (he was)...I am so much more in control than that!

While reading the rules for the state All-Star tournament (because, yes, oh joy, we made it to that!) and specifically the part that says, "No negative comments will be allowed by the fans directed at the teams, coaches or officials. Fans participating in this kind of activity will be removed from the venue." Will did not say, "Mom....you coulda been kicked out tonight." That is not me, I am a MUCH better role model than that!

I KNOW that all this not me stuff today has shocked you to your core...I apologize for bursting your bubble about me...but remember...it was NOT really me! :)

What have you not been doing? I promise...this is good therapy and will save you tons of money on a counselor!

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