Alert and Oriented (x4)

This has been a week that I’ve wrestled and struggled with. I can’t really say it’s been a bad week. And it’s definitely had its highlights. But I’m feeling vaguely disjointed and out of sorts. I’m not really sure why. I am absolutely sure that I am feeling undercurrents of God beginning a new work in me. This is the beginning of a very busy season for me at work: VBS, Youth Camp, and a BBQ/Baptism celebration all happening in June. And yet, this is not where I feel that God is furrowing the fields of my heart and preparing me for something. I can’t quite put my finger on it, and it’s something that I’m seeing dimly. Kind of like when I get out of the shower in the morning and the mirror is fogged up, yet I want to check to make sure I got all the mascara off before I use my clean pink towel on my face. I can get the general outline, but the details just aren’t definable. My trusty bigredtruck was in the shop all week long. Again. Actually, since a week ago last Thursday. With more tra...

Somehow, I don’t think I’ll get a nickel back if I take it to the recycling center. McYummy suggested putting the plate thing on my key chain….it really is a lovely shade of green…. This is a portion of what they removed from my wrist. I guess I’m not bionic anymore. Oh, well. Even Lindsay Wagner’s selling mattresses now. Everybody’s got to hustle to make a buck. Thank you all for your prayers. It’s already feeling better than it did before the surgery, so I am anticipating a full recovery. I’ll be rock-climbing in no time!

..it were as simple as a click. About the time this is scheduled to post, I should be drifting off to dream land courtesy of some nice anesthesia cocktail prepared especially for me as Dr. McYummy prepares to remove all the metal in my right wrist. I would covet your prayers for skilled hands of the healthcare team and speedy recovery for myself. In a side note: my friend's sister died suddenly and tragically on Saturday. She received the news of this while @ Tyler's graduation party. Service is Thursday afternoon. I will obviously not be in attendance, but please say a prayer for her and her family.

One of these things is not like the others... ...can you tell which thing doesn't belong? Look again....I'll give you a hint. It's somehow related to this post . And this one , where I was feeling quite all alone and resorted to a pity plea and a threat of eating worms....And it all started, because I was trying to help My ADHD Me out by entering her little "Pay it Forward" Soiree. Yes, it's the pretty Alert and Oriented x 4 magnet made by Mary, just for me! It's CUSTOM! I received it all the way back about 2 months ago. I'm so lame, I just never did mine until this week. And even tho' I've never heard back from any of the "real" winners except Missy , I FINALLY finished my crafts. I've had the stuff to complete them since March or so. And since Mary ended up making approximately 273 magnets for people because she easily packs her bags for any little guilt trip, I made a craft for her,too. With my own two little hands (ok, they ...

Moms fix the scrapes on their own kids' knees. And the ones on the knees, hips and elbows of their kids' friends...it's just what we do. Moms swell with pride when their kids do the right thing. If it's easy or hard. It's just what we do. Lots of moms can't turn down a stray...a kitten left in a dumpster, a hummingbird baby that was too little to fly south, the teenager turned out by his birth parents...it's just what we do. Moms understand that sometimes, there's nothing at all they can do to ease the hurt. So they just hold you. In their arms and in their hearts. And pray for you. It's just what we do. Moms tear up when they hear the opening strains of Pomp and Circumstance at graduation and they know their oldest (or middle-est, or young-est) baby is down there on that floor. It's just what we do. Moms bargain hunt, clip coupons and wait for the sale. And then sacrifice themselves to get you your heart's desire. It's just what we do....

Stumbling down the hall this morning around 5:45 a.m., I heard what I thought was a new video game. At 5:45 a.m., a) it was WAY too early for video games and b) I have never heard any sfx on a video game that mewl. Like a kitten. Like a little, baby, tiny can’t-eat-solid-food kitten. So, this is a test: Upon stumbling into my living room this morning, I found my 18-year old, manly son doing which of the following: a) Ratcheting down a small kitten in the latest Xbox 360 offering Meomi Mouse II, the Cat House b) Watching Animal Planet for some unknown reason at 5:45 a.m. c) Cuddling the cutest little kitten that someone had left by the dumpster at Chick-fil-A last night Ding-ding-ding-ding! If you answered C you win the prize! A Brand…New…KITTEN!! (sorry, at 5:45 a.m. I couldn't find the regular camera...this is a cell phone picture). And in answer to the questions I’m just sure you’re going to ask: a) No, I don’t know if we’ll keep her. I’m trying to vote no, but she’s j...