Things in my world are pretty good…no baby, no plans to try to remedy that for now with the way Robert’s job is, it’s hard to plan IUI when he’s gone from before sun up to after sun down, so just not really thinking about it too much and if it happens the old fashioned way then we’d be okay with that. Weight loss is happening, slowly, but surely. I’m trying to love running but I’m still not…any suggestions for getting my calves to not scream while I’m running would be appreciated. I want to stick with it though because I refuse to let my body determine my quality of life, there are so many things we can prevent happening to us if we do something about it. I believe (from my personal experience) reflux, plantar fasciitis, joint pain and depression can all get better with weight loss. Two months from now is our Vegas trip and I hope to be 20 pounds lighter to help keep that plane in the air lol!!! I’m working on a blog post that’s been stewing in my head for a while, maybe next week I will tap it out. I’m excited for a girls night out tomorrow with a few friends…one of the tiny drawbacks to working at home, I miss people. That is not enough of a drawback to make me ever want to do anything different though, I still am amazed at my career now. We finished up our second quarter in homeschool earlier this week, Colby had all A’s and B’s, I’m glad it’s challenging to him and he’s not breezing through. It’s a tough curriculum and I love it. So, that’s all that’s going on around here, thanks for stopping by!!
Colby has to write a story every week and publish it to his blog for homeschool. A lot of the time he gets freedom to write whatever and sometimes I give him prompts. Last weeks prompt was this…
Imagine that a girl finds a suitcase full of money under a bridge, describe what happens next….
This is his story….
When I was a child, I often went with my mother to the park. It was an enjoyable time of the day, since the rest of it was made up of my parents screaming and crying. They thought I was oblivious, but I was always aware they were broken as a couple. Anyways, back to the park. When we went there, I was allowed to go everywhere, except one place. Under the bridge.
Now, seeing as I was rather fond of rule breaking at the time, I often ventured under the bridge to take a peek when my mother was in the ladie’s room or chatting with a jogger. I never understood why I wasn’t allowed to go under here, because the creek was shallow under it, not even reaching my ankles. Well, That all changed one day. I was trying to catch a small salamander I had spotted under the bridge, and began to lunge after it. After a while, it ran into a small hole, so naturally, like any kid would, especially a tomboy like me, I stuck my hand inside it. I didn’t feel the salamander, but… Something plastic.
Not hard, but plastic. I grabbed onto it, and pulled as hard as I could. It broke through the thin wall of dirt protecting it, causing me to get showered with dirt. I wasn’t worried about that though, as inside the bag was… Was something I couldn’t believe. It was a package of money. I ran out from under the bridge to my mother, and handed her the bag. She swore and stood up, then shot me a glare and asked me where I got this. I took her down to the bridge, then pointed at the hole that had appeared.
She quickly grabbed me and pulled me to the car, not caring that I was covered in dirt and water, and tossed me into the back seat. She drove us home, then proceeded to call the police. About 10 minutes later, they arrived and asked to see the bag and where we got it, among other questions. She handed it over, and the police thanked my mother and I, and said they would get back to us if they found out where this had come from.
About two or so months later, we were in the living room watching television, and we got a call. The police had returned to the site under the bridge, and had found a man there, desperately digging around. He was scrawny, and looked like he hadn’t eaten in days. They took him back to the police station, where he was identified as an escped convict, who had extorted over one hundred thousand dollars from banks and charities. He was immedietly given a trial, lost, and was then given a sentance, for how long I’m not sure, and then locked up.
Moral of the story: Salamanders stop criminals.
I love him and his creativity!!!!
I am just feeling very thankful today and want to name some things I am so thankful for. I may have mentioned them before, but I read a saying the other day that said “what if you woke up today with only the things you thanked God for yesterday.” I like that…so here is a list…
I am thankful for…
Salvation that I didn’t have to earn to receive or work to keep, He’s got me in His hand!!
My husband, he works, plays, and loves with all of who he is. He is my rock on this earth and I am so fulfilled.
My son, he is so smart, creative, funny and I am thankful to homeschool him and for all the time I get to spend with him.
My parents, they are the best and it’s hard for me to see them have health problems, I want to fix them.
My friends, I have quite a few now and I love them all!!
My career, I love being a nurse, like another quote I saw, it’s not just my job, it’s who I am.
My job, I still am amazed at the opportunity that came along for me and I will never take it for granted. I love my people I get to reach out to and feel more like a nurse and have the freedom to use my nursing judgement more than I ever did in the hospital.
Answered prayers, even when He tells me no about something, He gives me peace about it. Amazing!
My home, it’s messy, but it keeps us warm and dry and it’s filled with love and laughter.
WordPress…that sounds silly, but I enjoy writing out my feelings on anything from trivial to debatable, and the people who read what I write.
Willpower…I am learning to be empowered over food again and not being a hostage to the unhealthy desires I had gotten back into the habit of letting take over my mind. I have lost 60 pounds in the past and then since I met Robert, gained 30 back. I’m on a successful course this time thanks to God and prayer.
Feel free to leave a comment to tell what you’re thankful for, I’m sure it will bless someone today!!
This is something I have been thinking on writing about for a while and it’s controversial and heated. Let me tell this disclaimer again, if you don’t like what I write, don’t read it. I don’t mind anyone expressing their opinions to me and letting me know their beliefs, that’s our right as Americans, but do it respectfully and without hate.
I am reading a book called The Storyteller by Jodi Piccoult. It’s about the time of the holocaust. There’s a quote in that book that totally defines how I feel about racism and it’s a great definition…”…Besides, if you lump them all together because they’re German, how does that make you any different from the way they lump us all together just because we’re Jews?” Wow. That wrapped up so much of the feelings I have lately about things.
I have chose to not be friends with a black person recently and I really struggled with that decision because I really loved their heart, but they chose to lump me Into the group of “all you white folks” whenever I gave my opinion on something. To me that’s racial prejudice against me. If I had said anything like that to them about “all you black folks” there would have been a much different reaction from them than how I responded. My choice to not talk to them anymore wasn’t based on anything to do with THEIR color, it was how they acted toward me because of mine. I’m not screaming racial injustice like a mad woman, it was just a personal decision I made prayerfully. I believe that person is saved and I’m glad we can have a relationship in Heaven one day and have all these things gone.
I cannot help what happened to black people back in the days of slavery, I wasn’t there. I do not wish to have things like they were back then either. It was an injustice. There have been other people in this world subject to harsh lives as well, look at the Jews. I also can’t help how there is racial inequality and injustice today as well, it’s not my doing. I’m responsible for me and my feelings.
I look at people for who they are inside. I know there are still injustices in the world and they do revolve around others insecurities and prejudices against other races just because of race, which I have no answer for why they do that, but I’m not one of those people. I am a giving, forgiving, loving child of God and see people for what they are…the same as me. A human being who God made with a purpose and a free will.
I believe what my Sunday school teacher said once, racism is from the devil to get people’s eyes off what is important, and that’s seeing souls saved.
So, in closing know this, I don’t care if you’re black, gay, an addict, an alcoholic, or anything else that’s lumped together in a group from society…I love your soul and if you’re nice to me I will be nice to you.
In case you don’t know it…it’s cold. I feel for my sweet husband who is out working in this and anyone who doesn’t have an indoor job. Stay warm out there!!
My mama got me a drinking bird for Christmas, it reminds me of my childhood. Look it up if you don’t know what it is. He sits on top of my desk and I love him 🙂
For those people who think I work in my pajamas everyday, you’re wrong. I take them off about 6pm before Robert gets home from work so I won’t be a frumpy wife lol. (Not really, I usually do get dressed every morning.)
I started going to a new Bible study last night to help with weight loss, I’m feeling EMPOWERED already, I will have control over food instead of vise versa and get victory over my health!!!
In less than three months, I will turn 39 (again lol), have a teenager, and be going to Las Vegas!!!
One of the things I like to do is draw house plans, I drew my dream house the other day…it’s only the low low price of half a mil…we will probably just stay in this doublewide and not be house poor lol!!!
I love my life and the people in it!!!!