Thursday, February 26, 2009
I would’ve given him the eleven bucks.
Today I unlocked our church building for a MOPS group and the ladies’ Bible study that I lead each Thursday morning. Most of you know I’m a church secretary. My office is at my home. Our church meets in a strip center. We’re in between a Chinese restaurant and a bar. This was at around 9 a.m., so I’m pretty sure that the guy who walked in all gangsta like, looking to “meet a friend” wasn’t one of their customers. Complete with tattoos and baggies and the side-swung, too-large ball cap. And the neighborhood is…well….bar-ish. When I questioned what he was doing there, he insisted he was meeting a friend. When pressed, he gave me the name, Jennifer. I didn’t really think he was there for MOPS, but felt like I needed to check. I walked back to the room where MOPS was meeting to see if there was a Jennifer there. He was gone when I came back. Another woman and I walked the bldg, checked the restrooms and closets. He was gone. And when I got home and opened up my purse, so was my wallet. My Bible study girls came in around 10 and we locked the door, just because I was left with an uneasy feeling. That was shutting the barn door after the horses got out, apparently. His cash take was a grand total of $11 and change. But he also got all my credit cards, debit cards, insurance cards, driver’s license, Sam’s card, and my Frequent Diner card from Flying Star that had a full dessert stored on it. Sigh. I got all the cards stopped before anything had been charged. I spent about 4 hours on the phone and another hour going thru dumpsters around the shopping strip to see if by chance he’d ditched it. Nada.
Then, this evening, I got home from a worship team rehearsal. I really felt like I had been able to offer a true sacrifice of praise. The Girl had baked triple-fudge brownies while I was gone. I was truly uplifted. And I’d been home approximately 6 minutes when she jumped up from the computer and started bawling. And ran to her daddy’s lap and wept uncontrollably for quite awhile. A friend, a BFF, is moving out of state. Next month. And she’s recently been restricted (by the other family) from seeing much of this friend because of something that has nothing to do with either of the girls. It breaks my heart to see my little girl’s heart broken. This is the THIRD BFF that she’s had move away in the past 3 years. When you’re 14, it seems like it takes forever before you can trust someone with your deepest secrets. And then they up and move away. That’s hard.
So I’m heading off to bed. After I drain the bubbles and blow out the candles from the tub I ran for The Girl. I plan to be at the MVD as soon as they open the doors in the morning. I’m looking for a better day tomorrow.
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
Since the rules state that you have to “pay it forward” by sending a hand-crafted gift to 3 people who replied, I can see that it can be daunting. Busy people, especially busy moms, look at it and think , “No Way!” It just is adding another tic box on an already full to-do list. One. More. Thing.
So, I am hereby changing the rules: I AM going to pay it forward. But YOU don’t have to! Let me do this for you…and somehow, somewhere down the road, maybe years from now if you are inspired to give a secret little gift to someone who needs a lift, please do so!
Ballerina Girl at Roller Coaster Riding who lives in Brasil is my first
Runner-up is Missy from It’s Almost Naptime . Even tho’ she really doesn’t want to play, I want to send her something. She has been kind enough to give me her address. And a hint about what this mom of four really would like. She’s so giving—she wants something for her daughter!
And Lucky Winner # 3 is Marla. Marla’s blog is Life is Just a Chair of Bowlies and she recently had a photo of her home featured in a lovely advertisement without her foreknowledge or permission. I’m seeing royalty checks in her future…and her house is adorable!
So…here’s the deal. If you are listed here and haven’t given me your addresses, please do! The Girl and I will lurk around a craft store or 2 and come up with a little gift for you. And no pressure…you don’t have to pay it forward. The blessing is for me to give!
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
Because I have this inherent need to belong and a competitive streak about a mile wide, I went and entered myself in this friendly little tag called “Pay it Forward.”
There’s always a catch, but in this case, it could be real fun! I “won” as one of the first poster’s on Monkeys are Funny's Pay it Forward blog and now it’s YOUR turn….Because I have a fever and chills and am about to hack out a lung every 4-5 minutes, I am unabashedly and shamelessly copying the oh-so-clear rules for this little game from Chatty Kelly, who I tried to play with, but lurked in the background too long so someone beat me to it. She explains it way more clearly than I could, anyway.
Here are the rules as posted on her blog: “The first 3 bloggers to leave a comment stating "I want to play & pay!" will receive a hand-made gift from me. Those 3 bloggers promise to post this challenge on their blog (meaning they too will ‘pay-it-forward’, creating a handmade gift for the first 3 bloggers that leave a comment on their blog!!) The gift can be any price range--though I'm thinking that keeping it small will be sufficient--and you have 365 days to make/ship your gift!! Obviously you must be willing to send me your mailing address.”
I would say international shipping is too high, but honestly, I don’t think my blog makes it that far. I won’t promise what your gift from me will be, but I do promise that it will have The Girl’s seal of semi-approval (teens don’t do the whole parental approval thing) and she’s not only crafty, but she has great taste and is one of those people who looks pulled together, even in sweats and a t-shirt. So it should be sort of cool, anyway.
Now, I know this game has been going around awhile. And I know that it kind of smacks of a weird chain-letter. But please play! It’ll be fun! It kind of reminds me of the 12 Days of Christmas, which by the way I have begun amassing for for this year’s extravaganza! Can I get a shout out?
Thursday, February 12, 2009
Best moment: When Sawyer was so genuinely glad to see Jin again and vice versa.
Best bravery: When Locke went down the well. And his leg? Ewwww...and ouch!
Best personal vindication: I TOLD you that Mrs. Hawking was Daniel’s mom!!!
Best Ah-ha! Moment: No WONDER Danielle was always in such a bad mood
Best bolt: I knew it all along: Kate would bolt
Best moment of cynical satire from my family: Ted said that somebody else should’ve just “given the Frenchman another hand” when Smokey pulled him down the hole.
Best scary vacant stare: Charlotte. Boy, she’s got that death gaze thing down, girl!
Best guess: Christian is really Jacob
Best way to lose yourself in Wednesday nights: LOST
Friday, February 6, 2009
Well, here you are. It’s 1996. You’re almost 35 and you have 4 kids, ages 5 and under. I know you’re thinking “What was I thinking?!?” I know that because I am future you in 2009 and want to let you in on a few things that I wish I’d known back then….(you’ll understand this who time flash thing when you get here and get hooked on a TV show called LOST).
You will eventually sleep. Without having someone besides Ted in bed beside you. Through the night, even. But hold on, because when Tyler gets a job and starts closing for Chick-fil-A, you won’t be able to go to bed and really sleep until after you hear him come in. I know…he’s 18 in 2009. A man, by the standards of the world. But he will always, always be your baby. And mommas don’t sleep well unless they know their babies are safe. Start praying now. Give it over to God. Worry isn’t going to add one day to your life.
No matter what the blue-haired ladies say, it really DOES get easier. At least physically it does. You will be heart-sore from joys and trials from here on out. But sleep, and kids having the ability to buckle themselves, wipe themselves and pour their own milk will make the toll on your body and mind a little less costly. You’ll stop second-guessing yourself at every turn. Your life will become more than poop, pee and arguments over who gets to use the yellow sipper cup. And believe it or not, all four of them will make it to teenage years without you killing off even one of them!
Stay connected. Find other women you have something in common with and do things…with and without your kids. Keep up with the babysitting coop, but do something that isn’t kid centered, just for you. You’ll be a better mom for it. Never say ‘no’ when Ted comes home and says “Mommy Maintenance time.” Just GO!! Get out for an hour, and don’t feel guilty for indulging in that. He’s a better daddy for that, too. Remember that when daddies take care of their kids without mommies being there it isn’t called ‘babysitting.’ It’s called parenting. Don’t feel guilty about not being led to homeschool. It’s just not for everybody and you wouldn’t be a good fit there. One thing tho’…your baby Tanner will be 5 in June of 2001..I know you are desperate to get him to school 5 days a week, but trust me. You should hold him back a year and let him be an older kindergartner rather than a younger one. I already know that you didn’t do that. That’s one of the few regrets you’ll have.
Learn to say no to other people a little more forcefully. God has given you a gift of administration, and I promise you’ll be able to use it to its full potential in a few years. But slow down now. You don’t have to save the world. Jesus already did that.
That sabbatical that you wanted to take when Caleb was a year old? The one they wouldn’t give you, so you decided to quit and stay home full time? Best thing that could’ve ever happened to you. I know you were a little bit bitter about it. But you will never, not for one minute, be sorry that you gave up a career for your kids. Your kids are your career. You already know Goodnight Moon and Are You My Mother? By heart. You’ll learn even more….
I know lots of other moms are writing letters like this, so I just want to leave you with one more thought. Don’t blink. This is over before you realize it. Your breath will be taken away. Every single age that your children are will be your favorite age yet….
Love yourself, because God does!
2004: Tyler is 13, Caleb 11, Amy almost 10 and Tanner 8 ....
2006: (In all defense, I've lost about 25 lbs since this picture was taken....and everybody but Tanner is as tall or taller than me now....sigh) Caleb was 13, Tanner 10, Amy almost 12 and Tyler 15...and now the couple who were married the day this was taken are expecting their 2nd baby....time stands still for no one.
OK, I'm getting a little welly now as Missy would say. I'm going to stop. But run over to check out Missy's blog...and bring tissues.
Thursday, February 5, 2009
1. Who knew Sawyer was a Believer? “Thank you God!” “I take it back!”
2. Who sent Sun the nice PMS gift (chocolate and a gun….works for me J)? Widmore?
3. Who was shooting at Juliet/Sawyer et al from the other canoe?
4. If Ben can’t spring Hurley until tomorrow morning, how close does that put us to the 70 hour deadline?
5. LOVED LOVED LOVED the jumpsuit! There’s a whole lotta orange goin’ on in the LA County lockup. But Hurley is “safe.”
6. OK, pretty sure that Miles is Candle’s son…Daniel implied he (Miles) had been on the island before. But who is Charlotte?
7. Where exactly IS the rest of the dog (or WHEN)?
8. Since Jin is alive, is Michael? And, dare we hope? Charlie?
9. Is Ben behind the guy who shot the darts at Sayid? Because he owned up to hiring the guy who wanted blood samples, which I think was just a ploy to scare Kate. Kate would never go back to the island. Kate would’ve run. Kate always runs.
10. Rousseau was so pretty, in a fresh, earth-momma kind of way. What got her team sick? Didn’t they have some kind of a virus, or did she off them? And who is the REAL baby-daddy of Alex? Ben, and the others, kidnapped her, right?
11. Did turning the donkey wheel thing cause the time flashes to start? Is the wheel at Orchid? I can’t remember.
12. Where’s Walt? Does he have to go back, too? Or is the island done with him?
13. Didn’t you love the way Sawyer kind of pouted and tried not to tear up when Locke asked him if he didn’t want ‘her’ to come back? Sigh...
All that being said, I don't remember hearing about the Indian airline...can't remember it's name, before now. But I wonder if little miss prissy pants from Oceanic/Oxford will work for them, too?
So, chime in. Let's see what you think....