This is where we will put some sort of pithy, yet humble greeting to our visitors. Possibly something about how awesome we are, or how amazing we are together, but I'll leave it up to you.
This is where we will put some sort of pithy, yet humble greeting to our visitors. Possibly something about how awesome we are, or how amazing we are together, but I'll leave it up to you.
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This morning I was typing away on Facebook, when my screen suddenly went blank. Jude has finally gotten tall enough to reach my laptop and he was unplugging everything from it. Since I use an external everything (mouse, speakers, keyboard, and monitor) this is a big problem. Especially since I have NO IDEA how to get it all hooked back up. I’ve always had my husband do it for me, since I’m really handicapped when it comes to technological. I use the other side of my brain or something. I’m one of those people who can sew my own clothes, build my own house, grow my own food, and memorize 1000′s of recipes, but give me a digital camera and I’m stumped. ( I literally still used my 35mm until I got an iPhone last year because I couldn’t figure out how to get pictures OFF of the nice digital one Justin bought me).
Eventually, I got it all plugged back in, and everything was working except for the monitor. No matter how may things I tried, I couldn’t get it back to the way it’s supposed to be. It ended up becoming worse after I accidentally messed up my laptop’s screen resolution. There was a very low moment where I felt extremely stupid and helpless. My computer is my only daily contact with outside world, and without it, I’d loose my mind. Without my husband around to fix it, I just didn’t know who to call who could help. Then I remembered my friend Josh who also works in some sort of computer field and told me to let him know if I ever needed help. He DID!!! He was able to talk me through everything I needed to do to get everything back into “visibility” and even gave me some resources to try next time I find myself in a computer crisis.
Even though it was such a little thing, it felt like so much more to me. These days the smallest little thing is enough to make me forget how blessed I am. Last week after I had washed my mattress cover, I couldn’t get it back on my bed. The elastic is so tight that it always takes 2 people, and my previous partner in bed restoration is now gone. I was determined to do it alone, and after 45 minutes of some amazing yoga like stretches across the bed, I got it. I was dripping in sweat, and probably burned tons of calories just making my bed, but I did it! And I only cried a little.
In another incident, I woke up with a migraine one morning last week. I was hurting so bad I felt sick and could barely move. Andy (My 7 year old son) was worried and asked me what he could do to help. I told him I needed 4 ibuprofen and described what the bottle looked like, “It’s white, and about the size of a can of coke, and says i-b-u-p-r-o-f-e-n on it.” He left and came back a while later with a big box. He said he couldn’t remember how that word was spelled so he just got every round shaped bottle of medicine we had. And did he ever!! That box was FULL. I took my meds, and eventually started feeling human again. My heart was so touched by his actions. He even put it all back up! ( I may not be able to find any of it again, but the thought was nice).
I have so many little stories like that. My friends and family have been phenomenally supportive and whenever I do start to get low, they are always there to lift me right back up and remind me of how loved and blessed I am.
So you want to hear an example of how I can waste any entire afternoon by accident??
Well, here it is…
After trying for hours to get Jude to take a nap, so I could take a shower, I finally gave up and just brought him into the bathroom with me. He splashed and soaked the entire room and I had time to do a quick rinse off and wash my hair. Then as I was drying off, I started thinking…. “How do I want to wear my hair today?” I’m sort of getting tired of the same thing everyday and thought I’d do a quick web search for other styles I could do with this cut. Instead I found a cool prom pic of a girl with a similar hair cut, and a how-to video of how to get her look. So I watched it. And then decided I’d go try it myself. I carefully dried and gooed my hair all up. Then I made these rockin’ curls with my flat iron. It took a while but eventually I had some awesome looking hair. The problem was, my face was clean of make-up and shower fresh. You can’t really appreciate the fancy hair without the face to match so out comes the Sephora case and I did my BEST glam make-up. I looked good, except for the bathrobe….. So I go stand in front of my closet and look at the options… I have lots a pretty dresses. I have more “date” clothes than regular ones.
Then I remembered that I no longer have someone to go on “dates” with. And all those dresses with the tags still on them will just get pushed further and further to the back corner of my closet.
Then I realized that all this fancy hair and make-up don’t really mean anything if I don’t have anywhere fancy to wear them, and I don’t think a scout meeting counts.
Then I got all sad, cried, and ruined my make-up.
Then I brushed all the curls out of my hair and ended up with a frizzy mess that is going to just have to be washed again to get it to look right.
THEN I looked at the clock and realized 3 hours have passed since I was going to “just take a quick shower”, and I have gotten not ONE single productive thing accomplished and now I’m depressed on top of it all.
And through it all, Jude STILL hasn’t had a nap.
SO a few weeks ago I was at Goodwill, and found this dress for $5.00.
It wasn’t at all my style shape-wise ( And like 3 sizes too big), but I LOVED the color, and polka dots. I knew I could alter it and make it just right for me. I wanted it to be modern with a vintage feel, or vintage with a modern feel… After browsing images online for days, I finally decided what shape I wanted. Then, with the help of my wonderful daughter, Nicole, I took it apart and cut it WAY down. (It was super big on me) Then we pinned, and sewed, and ripped out, and pinned and sewed and ripped out… ( I made sooo many mistakes on this one, but honestly, I’ve had a lot on my mind lately and focusing on anything, even a rockin’ new dress was hard). Finally, yesterday morning about 20 minutes before church started, I finished it!! 

Here it is! And those are my sweet baby boys who just LOVE posing with mom for pictures….. lol… And while it looks like the dog is sniffing my butt, she wasn’t. She just wanted to get a closer look at my awesome shoes. They were so sexy I felt wrong wearing them to church….
I haven’t posted a blog in weeks and I hate that. I’ve just been so BUSY!! First there was Spring Break, then there was Spring Cleaning, then Easter…. Things have been hectic and I have more on my plate than usual these days so blogging can only happen during Jude’s nap-time, or nighttime. And since I usually end up sleeping during both of these myself, not much has been happening blog-wise. Oh well.
Anyway….. Today, I’m starting another Sugar Detox. I’m borderline diabetic, and usually watch my diet closely to keep me on “my side of the border”. But holidays, stress, life….all of these things get in my way sometimes, and I start eating for convenience rather than my health. Recent events in my life had found me rooting for chocolate more times than I want to think about, and then there is my ultimate comfort food…. potatoes. I’ll eat them in any form I can find them. Love them, and they are so BAD for me. Plus, when you eat gluten free, potatoes are the easiest option at most restaurants. Needless to say, I’ve been a bad bad girl, and now it’s time to pay up.
Starting today, no sugar, processed carbohydrates, fruit, and fewer potatoes. This is never easy for me. My sugar stays so low for the first week that I can barely drag myself out of bed. This time I don’t have anyone to help me either, so it’s up to me to FORCE myself to get up and around. I won’t be exceptionally productive this week, but by week three I’m usually so full of energy that I make up for it. I also have to resist the urge to rely on caffeine or I’ll be doing a whole other detox next month and that one comes with HEADACHES.
Here’s a list of what has worked for me int he past, and I’m hoping will do so again:
Well, here’s to hoping a succeed this time because the alternative is me, fat and sickly, and hating myself again, which is completely unacceptable.
I’m really trying to jump back on the meal planning wagon. For the last few months, the part of my brain that can come up with creative meals has been broken. However, this week it all came back! The hard part is that it’s just the boys and myself eating now, and sometimes my parents. I’m rarely hungry and could live off protein bars. The boys are both picky. Meal planning is not nearly as much fun when no one is here to actually EAT most of what I cook anymore. So I have to rework my whole system and find stuff that’s fast, easy, and kid friendly! Here we go.
Dinners for March 26-31
Monday: Crockpot Chicken Teriyaki w/ Brown Rice
Tuesday: Quesadillas (Beans and rice for me, chicken for Andy, plain cheese for Simon)
Wednesday: Lasagna Cupcakes and Caesar Salad
Thursday: Creamy Marinara Chicken with Penne and the rest of the Caesar Salad
Friday: Homemade Pizza
Sat: Leftovers!!!!
Sunday: Potluck at church! Oh the possibilities!!!!!
I’ve never known a time when I didn’t LOVE Jesus. I was raised in a Christian home and pretty much teethed on the back of the wooden pews of our little country church. I was taught as an infant that Jesus loved me, and I naturally loved him back. I was only 4 when I first asked Him into my heart, and I repeated that request many times as I grew up (just in case it didn’t “take” before). As a teenager, certain events happened that made God “real” to me, and my childhood belief became a grown-up understanding and true love. He stuck with me through HORRIBLE high school years, and both the good and bad seasons of college. He saw me through several heartbreaks before I met my real Prince, and he delivered him right to my inbox when the time was right. He listened to my vows at the alter on my wedding day, and blessed my marriage with 4 lovely children.
Even in the last few years, when I made mistake after mistake, and hid from Him in my shame, He stayed with me. He’s been waiting patiently for me to come back into his arms and let Him take care of me. And now I’m clinging to Him because He’s the only stable thing left in my life. Never in all this tragedy have I once thought to turn to God in anger, and ask Him how He could have let this happen. I know he’s hurting right along with me. Even more because He loves us so much more than we are capable of. For every tear I’ve cried, HE’s cried more. When the whole world goes awry, HE is my rock, and the strength I need each day to get out of bed and attend life. He sings over me in my sleep and protects me from anything I can’t handle. He’s my HOPE. I am God’s.