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.

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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!