Monthly Archives: September 2008

I’ve got the joy. Pretty much.

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I’m feeling SO MUCH BETTER now that I read about Big Mama’s couch.

http://thebigmamablog.com/index.php/2008/09/25/maybe-tomorrow-will-be-better/

Because if SHE doesn’t have anything to say, and SHE’S feeling “sad” then I am in GREAT company.

I begged God on Friday during an unintentional 4 mile walk down the VBeach oceanfront to give me back some joy.  I just don’t know where it went.  I used to have TONS and it just evaporated or something.

Well, here is a smidge of what He provided for my weekend enjoyment:

Time. 

As in, I had the TIME to either shop, or watch TV or enjoy some artistic sand sculptors from all over tarnation cranking out their brain gems and putting them right there into God’s creation.  The one that He said he would number Abram’s decendants as many as. 

I began to somewhat enjoy this trek.  Even though it was 89 degrees and I had made the poor fashion choice of dark jeans and ballet flats.  100% of the blame falls squarely on Clinton and Stacey.

This one was my favorite:

I know, right?  Like at first I was all, “Oh, no!  The winds/storm/hooligans messed it up.”  But then I read the sign and saw the one right next to it:

Holy cow!  Intentional breakage and crumblage?  To make a contrasting point?  STUNNING!  What a GREAT idea!!!!  And don’t you just LOVE the HAND holding onto the ROCK!  What a bonus right-brained concept. 

OK, so you may be onto something, Lord.   

And just in case you are wondering where exactly that idea came from:

Matthew 7:24-27  Therefore everyone who hears these words of Mine and acts on them, may be compared to a wise man who built his house on the rock.  And the rain fell, and the floods came, and the winds blew and slammed against that house; and yet it did not fall, for it had been founded on the rock.  Everyone who hears these words of Mine and does not act on them, will be like a foolish man who built his house on the sand.  The rain fell, and the floods came, and the winds blew and slammed against that house; and it fell–and great was its fall.

And just for funsies…the Message version:

These words I speak to you are not incidental additions to your life, homeowner improvements to your standard of living. They are foundational words, words to build a life on. If you work these words into your life, you are like a smart carpenter who built his house on solid rock.  Rain poured down, the river flooded, a tornado hit—but nothing moved that house. It was fixed to the rock.  But if you just use my words in Bible studies and don’t work them into your life, you are like a stupid carpenter who built his house on the sandy beach.  When a storm rolled in and the waves came up, it collapsed like a house of cards.”

 Here was another fun interpretation of sand art.  Remember this fingerplay?  It was probably the very first one I ever learned:

Man, I love being back in the Bible belt.  The church may or may not have a steeple, but they all have people.  People who are loved by God.  Like me.  Oh yeah!  I am loved by God!  There’s some joy!

So God reminded me that He is the right place to seek joy and that more is on the way.  And I sweated and walked and burned some calories and didn’t buy a thing.  And joyed up.

Bad girl, bad girl, whatcha gonna do…

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I’m just now getting to the point where I can talk about it.

Sunday, September 21, 2008

8:00 Big Girl and I left for church so she could practice being Zacchaeus and I could narrate Abram and Lot.

12:30  After church, switched cars so I can take Oldest to change for soccer game in Newport News.

1:15  Inhale pseudo semi-lunch, pick up neighbor mom & fellow player for soccer road trip

1:17  Notice the dreaded “lights” behind me.  And not the ones that “go down in the city.”  There was no “sun shining on the bay” at this moment.  In fact my mood was decidedly cloudy.  (If you don’t get the references, please go directly to itunes.com and immediately buy Journey’s Greatest Hits.  Shame on you.)

Hands at 10:00 and 2:00 and a few late bucklers from the back seat later, the gentleman in uniform is asking for my license and registration, please.  I speedily hand it to him as he asks with a smirk,  “You’re not suspended are you?”  When I say, “no” he says “Not  yet ? ” chuckling a little pleased-with-himself chuckle.

“You were doing 40 in a 25.  Five more miles and you could be arrested.  And I saw the boy in the back put on his seatbelt after I pulled you over.  I’m gonna let that one slide this time.”  Menacing look to the back seat boys.

He checks the personalized tags, front AND back…the inspection sticker, the chips in my windshield, the condition of my wiper blades, the GPS potentially disguised as a radar detector, the condition of the interior, and begins his snails-pace hang out in the patrol car behind me.  Now the joy begins.

“Mom!  Is he gonna arrest you?  Why were you driving so fast?  Are you gonna tell Dad?   Remember when you got that OTHER ticket on the way to Beauty and the Beast on Ice, remember?   Are you gonna go to jail?  How much is a ticket?  Are we gonna be late?  What time’s the game?  Didn’t you see the sign?”

My kind neighbor was savvy enough to be studiously concentrating on her cuticles for about 45 minutes. 

He returns.

“Here’sthecitationyoucanreadonthebackifyoudeclinecourtappearancesignreturninstructionsontheback.”

“So you’re not going to give me any leeway, huh?”

“Ma’am, you have future drivers in the back seat, there.  You need to be setting a good example for them.   Slow down and take it easy out there.”

And I thought the Curves people were tough.

Not feeling the funny

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I’m shmoopy.

Not sure why.  Maybe it’s the mammogram scheuduled for today.  Maybe it’s the rain yesterday.  Maybe it’s the crickets chirping where my social calendar used to be.  But I’m NOT whining.  I’m just sayin. 

Spiritual and physical waiting is STILL no flippin’ fun.

Fall TV premeire week can NOT get here soon enough.  I’m sure THAT will assist my spiritual growth tremendously.  Or at the very least, my blog topics.

Recently spoken in my home

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Just this very morning:

“Mom you are sooooo lucky you let me ride the activity bus…” 

(FYI The activity bus is a 5:15 ride home for students who stay for practice or after school extracurricular activities and,              It.  Is.  SWEEEEET!)

“…you’re lucky you let me ride the activity bus 2 days in a row.  Because I left my shoes on there the first day, and then the bus driver found them and gave them to me the next day.”

“Oh.  So I’M lucky.  It seems to me that YOU are the lucky one.  Because I would be making you wear slippers or a pair of my shoes if you lost yours.  Or a pair of dad’s.  Whichever is less cool.”

Long Time No Type!

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Well…Sista came to town from St. Louie by way of Kentucky after dropping off The Full-fledged Livvalilla Kid with GMom.  We basked in the clouds for a few days scrapbooking and generally lolling about on the green couch watching WNTW and, yes, I’m now addicted to Project Runway!  TeenKid had his 1st school soccer game (W 5-2) BoyKid had his 1st football game (L 99ish-0) so there was a fair amount of kid hauling as well.  On Friday night, we fed the kids some chicken nuggets and dashed out the door. 

“Where you going?”  They asked.

“….(pause)…On a smokin’ hot date!”  All three of us answered together.

We went to Rudee’s Inlet where they have picnic-style tables with benches that are all on a rocking platform.  We feasted on steamed shrimp, mini crab cakes and oysters rockafeller (delicioso concoction of cream cheese, spinach and oysters served on the shell…Yummarama!)

We got the call while she was here that our San Antonio, TX cousin was in Richmond, VA for the week and wanting to meet up with us.  We couldn’t make it work before she left, but the Young 3 and I booked it up to Colonial Williamsburg after church and met up with TXCuz! 

I have to say it was quite hilarious when the dressed up docents at each station would ask, “Where are ya’ll from?” and there would be three different simultaneous answers:

“San AntMichiginia Beach”

THAAAAAT kept em puzzled, I tell ya!

 

Lookee what we finally got!

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So many songs & reasons for mine:

And here’s Hubby’s:

 Yes.  That’s right.  The tattoos weren’t enough.  We must advertise our affection for stock market “bulls & bears” as we drive also.  I have to chuckle that most people have no clue what that is trying to say & why.

So that’s that!  The decision is final.  What would YOURS have said?

Kid3

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Blink.

Did you see that?  Eleven years just passed. 

Because it was 11 years ago today that I was getting The Works in the labor/delivery department at Garden City hospital.  Let me back up…

At week 38 appointment Kid3 was “breechy.”  So of course I promptly went to the pool at the Summit and proceeded to freak out the lifeguards and water aerobics instructor by doing handstands in my extremely pregnant condition.  That somehow actually worked because at the week 39 appointment, she was correctly positioned. 

Too bad for me that more time passed and she sneaked her way back up into the breech position by the time I checked into the hospital. 

Excuse me.  Have we met?  This may not be immediately obvious, but I’M NOT TALL.  There’s not THAT much room for somersaults between my ribs and pelvis.  But Kid3 found a way.  And she has NEVER been still since.  Long story short, prepped for C-section that never came.  They turned the girl.  Inside me.  Yowza.

When she was a toddler, my sister said that it was like she had invisible lightning bolts emmanating from every fiber of her being.  She is the life of the party, that’s for sure, and she loves attention. 

I don’t know WHERE she gets THAT.

Happy Birthday, Sparkler!  You make our lives interesting!

Time Passages

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Dude!   I don’t have anything interesting or funny to share!  But that’s never stopped me from talking before, so I guess I’ll ramble for a few.

Our new morning schedule looks a little like this:

Hubbs up & at ’em in the late 5:00s, waking up 5th grade Daughter to begin Primp Process just before leaving for work.  Then I’m up, I wake up BabyKid and get those two fed, packed and on the bus by 7:32. 

Big Two set their own alarms and are stirring by this time and blissfully (for them) not having to catch the bus until 8:45!!!  Then it’s off to Curves and Spring Branch for me sometime in the 9:00 hour until the 2:00 hour on Tuesdays and Thursdays.  Oh, but wait…a staff meeting on Wednesday!  And another meeting Wednesday night!  And another meeting Thursday night!  And Finalizing Weekend Set Up on Friday!  So “20 hours” becomes 24/7 at least for now.

Afternoons are too dizzying to share.  Soccer: every night but at 3 different fields and a myriad of different times.  Football every OTHER night at the same time/field  (Way to go, football people!  You are loved!) And games?  Don’t get me started.  And tournaments?  Kill me now.

But don’t let all that whining fool you…I love a full messy calendar!  Life is good!

Calgon take me away.

They’ll Fly Away, O Glory!

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…to the tune of “I’ll Fly Away”

Some glad morning when the summer’s o’er, they’ll go to school!

To a place where they can learn some more, they’ll go to school!

Theeeeeeeyyyy’ll go to school, O Glory!  They’ll go to school! (in the morning)

Joy is mine!  Hallelujah I feel fine! 

They’ll go to school!

Ah-Ah-Ah-Ah-Amen!

Rock & Roll!

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My good buddy since 1981 and I share a name which we give each other much grief about. 

HE thinks its a boy’s name, while I KNOW it’s a girl’s name. 

We have other things in common and not so much. 

For example:  COMPARE:  We both were Jefferson Elks AND Jefferson County Patriots.  We both rode the bus to Carson Newman College after school and played pool in the OLD student center.  We both have spouces and children.  CONTRAST:  He played football, I watch football being played.  He stayed in TN, I moved to AL, FL, MI, NC and VA.   I run to The Walmart.  He runs marathons. 

Well, half-marathons, but what’s the difference, really.  I mean if you can run for 2 hours then THAT’S a full-blown “marathon” in my book.  I don’t care about the math or the tallies.  You get full credit for all that runnin’ in my book. 

So how thrilled was I to hear that my fellow Elk/Patriot would be driving 8 hours to run for 2?  ECSTATIC!!!  So happy, in fact, that I willingly volunteered to…uh…volunteer at the event.  It didn’t hurt that I got a very official looking free tshirt out of the deal, and also tickets to Roam (if I want to) with the B-52s.  (Turns out I didn’t particularly end up wanting to after all the other festivities, but free stuff is still a powerful motivator).

The weekend came with so many various and super fun activities, that the whole fam damily ambled down to the Boardwalk on Saturday evening for a plethora of free concerts.  They don’t call it the Rock & Roll Half Marathon for nothing!  The harder rockers opted for Warrant

(because Heaven Isn’t Too Far Away when you’re enjoying some Sweet Cherry Pie for only 32 Pennies, Where The Down Boys Go)  Did that help?  No?  Alright, just go with it.  Just know that they don’t look like THAT picture anymore. 

Thank God and Levi’s for that.

Meanwhile, I met my NameFriend and his travelling companions and we walked a few blocks down to the much milder Eddie Money.

 

 

Oh, yes.  We were Sh-Sh-Sh-Shakin AND snappin our fingers.  Because, after all, it’s not every day you get Two Tickets to Paradise or to Walk on Water.  It got closer and closer to 11:00 and the not-so-full-fledged rockers were pleading “Take Me Home Tonight.”

After arriving home at midnight, I made the executive decision to take a 2 hour “nap” on the couch so that I could then arrive, undaunted, at my Starting Line post at 3:00 a.m.  Here’s what the Virginia Beach Convention Center parking lot looks like at that hour, in case you’ve ever wondered:

Evidently, I am not the only Insane T-shirt Desiring, Non-Runner in the Hampton Roads vicinity.

First thing, I swiped a few extra nametags and made a sign for my runner friends:

Post continues after HUGE picture border.  Scroll like the wind!

My assignment as the sun was rising, was to assist with transporting the non-racing wheelchairs to the finish line for the participants which was SUCH a delight!   Team Hoyt was there…you know the guy who has carried, pushed and towed in a rowboat, his grown son in multiple marathons and triathalons.  Here I am with Tony, his girlfriend (L) and coach.

Then after the Wheelchair start at 6:40, I went looking for my Boy.  There were lots of characters, but these gals stole my heart!  (The Kenyans win both men’s and women’s every year).

Finally I found my Boy!

  After a quick good luck hug, it was time for the start!

I made my way towards the finish and took this shot at mile 11.

Then it was on to church for my Real Job. 

I had so much fun, that next Labor Day weekend, I Wanna Go Back!