by Soul sister
Ok so I am addicted...
|I am addicted to this site. My housework gets overlooked. My finger are asleep as I surf hour after hour. I tell my kids, "Go play" so that I can read and write more. I can not stay away from my site. But hey, I know I am not the only Writing.com junkie!!!|
|I Am on a diet. GRRRRR Need I say more.|
| Just got back after a week visiting family in Florida. We went to Islands of Adventure, the newest theme part in Orlando. It was good.
We had a blast visiting with famly. Before going I found out I have fibromylasia, a form of arithiris (spelling) It is kind of like chronic fatique syndrome. It explains away all my symptoms. I feel better knowing it is something not life threatening. Just need a lot more rest and better eating habits.
|I go to the doctor tomorrow. I keep having chest pains. I am sure it is not my heart. I think I have something going on with my lungs. Thing is --- I feel great. Yet besides the pains -- I am having these shoots of aches and pains all over my body ( like you do with the flu). My body is weird. I can be deathly ill and not even know it. Then when I do feel bad it will only be a small minor thing. I hope I don't have walking pnemonia.|
| I am 37. That is not old in my book... but I am sure to some of you it may be.
I have been having a lot of pleasant memories lately. I think it comes with having the summer off and time to stop and reflect. The other day I turned onto my parents' road- a farm and I just had to let the windows down to get that country smell in.
I wanted to go run in the pastures but my city shoes and it being hot prevented me from getting off the front getting off the front porch swing. That and being lazy. When I got ready to leave with my two sons, my Dad was walking us out to the car and a breeze started up. Just a nice country breeze with a hint of a cow smell. No not poop! Cows have a sweet type of smell about them that even I had forgot about until I smelled it. I told my Dad-- oh cow smell. He looked at me like I was nuts. I told him I had to come back and run through the pastures soon. It all reminds me of simpler days of living on the farm as a child.
Today, I was driving and saw a clothes line. I thought of how fresh sheets smell when you can hang them out. My home association doesn't even allow clothes lines. What ever is the world coming to? The simple things in life!! Are they gone or we just too busy to notice them?
| Last night, my family and I attended an ordaination service for my husband's uncle as he became a minister. Lots of my former pastors were there.
I was saved at 13 in 1979. ( almost 14). The pastor and his wife were so close to all the youth. We loved them and hung out with them a lot. I went to camp and was saved with their guidance. They had a baby and I remember going to see that pretty baby and often spending time with her.
They moved away and had 5 children. Last night they were there. Their baby is now 23. She sang with them. HE is now about 200 pounds heavier. He remembered me. THe wife didn't. I was kind of shocked she didn't but then again she was always kind of airheaded. It was nice seeing them, IT is funny how I have always kept their memory alive in my heart. I enjoyed talking to them.
| It is true. I am addicted to this site. I have less than an hour to get the kids up and ready and taken to swimming lessons ( a 35 min drive) yet here I am on this site.
I know I am not alone. There are other addicts out there. We check our e-mail here before we check our regular e-mails. We click on our favorite authors to see if they have written anything else. We scan the newbies. This is just a quickie fix for us addicts.
The times we long for are few and far between when we have lots time to scan the whole site. We have time to make an entry or two. Then we go inot the reading and reviewing phase. Oh, what joy it brings us to relax and read. Later, we may be inspired to go into the interactive stories and write some. If we are really having a great day, we may even work on that great masterpiece that has been floating in our heads and needs to be put to paper ( or site).
Oh the life of this addict... I wouldn't trade it for anything. It is my time.
| So it is summer and time for the house projects. I am painting the kitchen cabinets ( lots of work). Then next week it will be starting on the outside of the house. Then some little projects like my son's bedroom and my bathroom. I hope I can keep up the motivation.
Our white cabinets were looking bad. We decided to go with a off white that is kind of taupelooking. I was nervous-- but it is looking good.
| I have wrote it before but I am slowly getting older in the mind. I mean I am losing memory by the miles. My doctor just laughs when I try to tell him. He saids it is normal. But I have always been one to remember everything and now I forget so much. I think it is brain overload.
Yesterday i ran into a kid I taught when he was 10. Now he is 20. I remember the name and I barely remember him. He was from my first year. IT was 10 years ago and I can barely remember any of the kids. It is hard to believe too because that was a bad year. I am kind of glad I don't remember it all. He even said, " I was one of the bad ones." I do remember a lot of their parents being in gangs and these kids were just so emotionally wrecked. BUt now he has turned out good -- he was working when I saw him. HE recognized me first.
I feel bad that i am forgetting things.
| This is my third summer of being on this site. I love summers as i have more time for this site
I was a bum today. I even went out without brushing my hair or putting on make-up. I love not having any deadlines. I cleaned a lot today too. I feel like i had an eventful day as far as getting work done. Maybe it is because I am not stressing over it so much.
| This past week has been one of the saddest and then one of the happiest of my life.
Last Sunday, a week ago today we got the dreaded call from Florida that a favorite cousin of my husband's had passed away. We had expected it to come as he was on life support and not expected to make it. THe thing is he was only 57 and so full of life. HE beat lung cancer two years ago and only a month ago he was laughing and having a great time with my mother and father in law who were visiting. THe next week he got sick. He had pnemonia and then a heart attack. My husband made the seven hour trip at that time when he was first put on life support. He got better and was expected to be o.k. Yet two weeks later he had a turn for the worse and coded several times. THe family made the decision to let him go.
He was one of the greatest guys I knew. His wife now is in a fix. SHe is too young to draw social security. SHe still has one more child to raise. She has no income except for a life insurance policy.
THe funeral was beautiful. It broke my heart. We stayed with the family Monday- Thursday. Then we went a marriage retreat for just the two of us. IT was heaven. It was like a second honeymoon and my husband and I did a lot of talking about how important each other is to the other. It just solified our union so much more. We renewed our wedding vows too. IT would have been on the beach but it was raining and we had to do it inside. I will be posting some of the great stuff my minister and his wife taught us. IT is very powerful for any marriage. WE went there for the time to be alone and enjoy each other. Others were there as a last resort to their marriages. It was some of the most touching moments I have had with my husband and I will have to share more on that when I am not so tired to type.
|Two more teacher days-- but the kids are gone. I smell the ocean breeze from 300 miles away. I will be there in a week. I am so excited.|
| We humans are never happy. I mean we are always wishing. When we are young, we wish we were older. When we are old, we wish we were younger. When we are overweight, we wish we were skinny. When we are skinny we wish we had a little meat on our bones.
When it is summer, we wish it was cooler. When it is winter, we wish it was summer. I will never figure us out.
| Sometimes when I read about what others write or hear what they say about believing in God or should I say not believing, I am just so astounded. I don't want to jump on anyone's beliefs, but I can not believe some of the things people say about a higher power.
So many just decide not to believe. I am hearing that a lot from teenagers. How can you just deny that God exist at your young age? Your spiritual understanding is just starting to come into focus where you can start to find those answers you so desperately seek. Instead, many of you say, there must not be a God or else.... How can you make such an assuption without fully seeking out the answers.
So you little Faith as not to at least keep your minds open? I lived with that Faith as a teenager. It wasn't until my adult years that I was able to understand and feel God. As I let him show me his ways, He did so.
I read a beautiful poem that was authored Anonymous. It explains so much. I wish all unbelievers or doubters would read it.
THE BLIND CHILD
I know what Mother's face is like,
Although I cannot see;
It's like the music of a bell
It's like the roses I can smell.
Yes, these it's like to me.
I know what Father's face is like
I'm sure I know it all:
It's like his whistle on the air;
It's like his arms which take such care,
And never let me fall.
And I can tell what God is like,
The God whom no on sees.
He's everything my parents seem;
He's fairer than my fondest dream,
Still greater than all these.
All I want to say, is not turn your back on God. He is like a good friend. IF you seek him out, he will then show his self to you. DO not deny him that right. WHen you deny him and turn your back, you will not find him.
|I am single this week as my husband had to go see a sick relative. I hate being without him. I wish he was here now. It is even harder being a single Mom. I really don't know how you single moms do it. I need my husband to survive. I need him because he is such a part of me. I truly feel we are as one as marriage is meant to be. It is a wonderful feeling.|
|My boys made me some gifts from school and they were so precious. Dalton had insisted that I not open my present from him until today. HE and Kaleb spent the night at grandmothers. They both ran up to me at separate times and said "Happy Mother's Day" in their sweet own ways. I got nice cards from them also with their pictures and money that their Dad had given them to give to me. The homemade gifts from school were priceless. Kaleb took a long time to sew me a sachat. I was so impressed by it. Dalton had handprints and color sheets and fill in the blanks about me that. He insisted that I could not open his until today because it was a surprise. Kaleb had gone ahead and given me his. Both are dear to my heart. I am enjoying my boys so much. I treasure these years as I know how fast they will grow up and be on their own.|
|We are downstream from all the rain. But the river is flooding. All that water from upstream has to go somewhere. The CHattachoocnee today looks scarey. I have never seen it so rough. It looks like it just wants to suck in anything in its sight. The dams are open full and the water is just pouring,. IT looks like a big boiling pot only a half mile down from the dam whee the water goes over an old torn donn mill and grist mill with still concrete standings. ALl the river walk is under. ALl you see is the lamp post. ANd barely do you even see them.|
| Nothing new. I am just checking in. I thought I would add and let all know I am feeling better with the stress thing.
IT is raining and I am enjoying a quiet day at home. My kids are gone to grandmother's and hubby is working on yard project in the rain. I need to clean up. I
We found out our sun has asma. I know I misspelled but I can't think right now. Anyway I am glad to know as he has been so sick and doctors kept dismissing him as faking a cough. I finally raised hell to get a referral and to a doctor I might add that my regular doctor hates. But i am so glad I was a bitch because this specialist found the problem. I just want to call the regular doctor up and say HA! I always felt like he didn't take my instints and what I tried to tell him to heart. My son is never well. I think the doc might have thought me as some kind of hypercontrac. but i knew something was amiss besides just sinus problems. My brother in law is a doctor and said something wasn't right even and still my doc wouldn't do any kind of test. Think goodness i was bitchy enough to demand a specialist. I had asked another time and he dismissed my asking my not calling me back.
THis time I called and called and called until they got in touch with me . They kept putting me off like with some sorry excuses. SO I would call back the next day. And the next. Finally the nurse said they would send him to this dude but they prefered another doc. that was going out of businesss. So they had no choice but to send me to the best doc in town that I had wanted in the first place. Ha. THe doc knew his stuff. My son is already better with his breathig treatments / I am so glad we may have found a solution to all our problems he has had since he was two years old. I am changeing our primary care doc too. THat needed to be done a while back.
| One of my students has a Dad and older brother both serving our country in Iraq. My class sent care boxes to the both of them a few weeks ago. Well today we got a letter back from Dad. It was so heartfelt and touching that I teared up. Then I showed it to my teacher friends and staff and they to teared up. It started out by saying how he appreciated the box and was sharing. Then it went into how smart he and his guys felt my class was by just seeing the drawings and writings they had sent with the box. Then he asked my class to do him a few favors. He went into a few items about listening to Mom and Dad, teachers and getting a good education. Then he told them to hug his son. Then toward the end he directed the letter to me. He said how he loved protecting our country but it was truly the teachers that were the inspiration for our country. He thanked me for being a teacher and doing service for the country. He went on to say how much he appreciated all I was doing for his son. IT was a real tearjerker..the way he had it worded. Then he said to tell his son he loved and missed him. He said our box meant more to him than we would ever know. He was sooooo homesick.
It is kind of sad as he doesn't live in with my student. They are a newly divorced family. Mom moved here with son a year before Dad got shipped out. He (when not at war) live about 600 miles away. Kind of sad. But he said he would come right to our state to see his son as soon as his plane landed ( maybe this summer) He will visit us ( the school ) as soon as he is able. I thought that was so sweet. He is a good Dad . I pray for his safe return and maybe even the family will get back together as a result of being apart during war. I know mom shared with me she loved him still and when he called with the exit order news she wanted to tell him she loved him and it was as he was wanting to hear it but she had a boyfriend beside her. She said if the boyfriend hadn't been there it is no telling what she would have said. She could only think how she should have for days after as she thought there was a chance he might not ever make it home. She said that if he was killed in action she would regret it-- not telling him she loved him. I told her I am sure he knows. But she said it was so awkward between them on the telephone and then she just put her son on after telling him-- well be safe. I told her I would just have had to tell him anyway even if the boyfriend was there.
|My stress level is better today. My TMJ is better too. I am wearing a mouthpiece that is driving me crazy.|
| Tonight as I sat here typing a review,
the laughter from the other room came to my ears. It was my son laughing at a cartoon. He is eight and his laugh is very catching. This laughter was of the hysterical type. He was so tickled at what he watched. I even asked what was so funny? He continued to laugh as he couldn't even talk. It made me so happy to hear my son laughing. How young and innocent he is. I pray he will laugh all the days of his life like that.
I know he has taught his Mama a lesson. Today and tommorrow I will laugh more.