I was just sitting here in the quiet, pondering my emails, when The Little Man walked into the room and announced "Oh, I found her!" Then he walked out.
Was I lost? And didn't even know it?
Or was I hiding? Part of some game of Hide & Seek I wasn't even aware I was participating in?
How long was I missing? I honestly had only been in here about 3 minutes. Before that I was in the another room putting away laundry.
It makes me wonder how many other times I have been lost and had no clue. Or who else might be wandering about looking for me.
I'm also not sure if I should be pleased or concerned that I can hide so easily without even trying. But it's nice to know someone was missing me. Even if I didn't know I was lost.
Monday, January 30, 2012
What Did Tim Ever Do To You?
What is it about Tim Tebow? People seem to either love him or hate him. Me? I can't call myself a Tebow fan. I'm certainly not a University of Florida fan. Or a Denver Broncos fan. I don't think he's all that impressive as a quarterback. But he seems like a nice enough guy. So, it's that whole hating part I can't quite wrap my head around. I mean seriously people - what did Tim ever do to you personally?
Oh sure - some dislike him because of where he played college ball. There are some serious Gator Haters out there. Or maybe some hate him because he and the Broncos defeated their favorite football team. Maybe a certain last minute pass pushed their team out of the playoffs. (I get that. For a long time I carried around a bit of a grudge against Brett Favre for a few years because of a playoff loss the Carolina Panthers faced to him and the Green Bay Packers But I can't say I ever hated Favre over it). Maybe some think he is a mediocre player at best and doesn't deserve a spot in the NFL. But I don't think football is really at the root of most of the negative feelings aimed at Tebow.
I think he makes people uncomfortable because he's a Christian. Not only that - but he is proud of it. And he refuses to be quiet about it. He actually speaks about Jesus as if he knows the guy! And refers to him quite frequently in his day to day football life. He thanks God for each accomplishment on and off the field. Publicly!
If Tim stopped to wave at the cameras and say "Hi Mom!" after every touchdown. If he took time at each press conference to thank his parents for his natural talent (OK - "natural talent" might be a bit much, but you get my point) and mention how his mother encouraged him and taught him to work hard and believe in him self; it might get a little old. There might be some rolled eyes, and a few whispers behind hands of "Man - Tebow really loves his mother" But would people be angry about it? Would it cause such discomfort and anger? I doubt it. It's alright to talk about your parents, your team mates, your little league/high school/college/NFL coach - but not your God.
I don't see him being preachy or judgemental about it. I've never actually heard him condemn anyone for not believing in Jesus, or start preaching at the football fans, players, or reporters that they are going to hell for not accepting Jesus as Savior. (I could be wrong, it's not exactly like I'm following all the Tebow chatter or hanging onto every press conference or interview he does) All I have ever witnessed was him being grateful to the God he believes in for the talent and opportunities he has been given. And how exactly is that hurting anyone? Why does this provoke such anger?
This is just who Tim Tebow is. He's a football player. He's a former UofF Gator. He's a Denver Bronco. He's a Christian. He believes in God. He believes in himself. He believes in hard work. And he still seems like an alright sort of fellow to me.
Oh sure - some dislike him because of where he played college ball. There are some serious Gator Haters out there. Or maybe some hate him because he and the Broncos defeated their favorite football team. Maybe a certain last minute pass pushed their team out of the playoffs. (I get that. For a long time I carried around a bit of a grudge against Brett Favre for a few years because of a playoff loss the Carolina Panthers faced to him and the Green Bay Packers But I can't say I ever hated Favre over it). Maybe some think he is a mediocre player at best and doesn't deserve a spot in the NFL. But I don't think football is really at the root of most of the negative feelings aimed at Tebow.
I think he makes people uncomfortable because he's a Christian. Not only that - but he is proud of it. And he refuses to be quiet about it. He actually speaks about Jesus as if he knows the guy! And refers to him quite frequently in his day to day football life. He thanks God for each accomplishment on and off the field. Publicly!
If Tim stopped to wave at the cameras and say "Hi Mom!" after every touchdown. If he took time at each press conference to thank his parents for his natural talent (OK - "natural talent" might be a bit much, but you get my point) and mention how his mother encouraged him and taught him to work hard and believe in him self; it might get a little old. There might be some rolled eyes, and a few whispers behind hands of "Man - Tebow really loves his mother" But would people be angry about it? Would it cause such discomfort and anger? I doubt it. It's alright to talk about your parents, your team mates, your little league/high school/college/NFL coach - but not your God.
I don't see him being preachy or judgemental about it. I've never actually heard him condemn anyone for not believing in Jesus, or start preaching at the football fans, players, or reporters that they are going to hell for not accepting Jesus as Savior. (I could be wrong, it's not exactly like I'm following all the Tebow chatter or hanging onto every press conference or interview he does) All I have ever witnessed was him being grateful to the God he believes in for the talent and opportunities he has been given. And how exactly is that hurting anyone? Why does this provoke such anger?
This is just who Tim Tebow is. He's a football player. He's a former UofF Gator. He's a Denver Bronco. He's a Christian. He believes in God. He believes in himself. He believes in hard work. And he still seems like an alright sort of fellow to me.
Sunday, January 29, 2012
To Do - Or To Be?
I'm a champion list maker. I make all sorts of lists. Lists of things I need to buy, books I want to read, chores I want the kids to do, things I need to get accomplished, places I need/want to go. You name it, I have probably made some sort of list for it.
Lists keep me organized. They give me focus. They help keep me on track. Without my lists there is a distinct possibility I would wander aimlessly from thing to thing without getting much accomplished. I certainly would make a trip to the store and come home with many items - except the ones I actually went to get in the first place. (Trust me. That has actually happened on more than one occasion)
Many of us are that way. Especially when it comes to the "To Do" list. How often do we jot down all the things we think we need to get done. Whether it's things to do for the day, the week, the month, the year. Some people even have the BIG To Do list (often referred to as The Bucket List). We like looking back over the list of checked off or marked through items and feeling that sense of accomplishment which comes with meeting our goals.
But what about a To BE list? A list detailing the type of person you want to be. Showing clear steps you intend to take to become that version of yourself. Focusing on who you want to be rather than the things you do. After all - we are all human BEings. Not human DOings!
So after a little thought, I am starting my To Be list. I know it will change, grow, and develop over time; as I do. But here is the first rough version:
*TO BE a wife who shows her husband that she loves, admires, respects, and trusts him every day
*TO BE a mother who speaks words of support, love, and encouragement to her children every day
*TO BE grateful
*TO BE in God's word and in prayer every day
*TO BE a person who takes more time to think before speaking or acting - or reacting
*TO BE more nurturing of my creativity and skills
What about you - what would be on your TO-BE List?
Lists keep me organized. They give me focus. They help keep me on track. Without my lists there is a distinct possibility I would wander aimlessly from thing to thing without getting much accomplished. I certainly would make a trip to the store and come home with many items - except the ones I actually went to get in the first place. (Trust me. That has actually happened on more than one occasion)
Many of us are that way. Especially when it comes to the "To Do" list. How often do we jot down all the things we think we need to get done. Whether it's things to do for the day, the week, the month, the year. Some people even have the BIG To Do list (often referred to as The Bucket List). We like looking back over the list of checked off or marked through items and feeling that sense of accomplishment which comes with meeting our goals.
But what about a To BE list? A list detailing the type of person you want to be. Showing clear steps you intend to take to become that version of yourself. Focusing on who you want to be rather than the things you do. After all - we are all human BEings. Not human DOings!
So after a little thought, I am starting my To Be list. I know it will change, grow, and develop over time; as I do. But here is the first rough version:
*TO BE a wife who shows her husband that she loves, admires, respects, and trusts him every day
*TO BE a mother who speaks words of support, love, and encouragement to her children every day
*TO BE grateful
*TO BE in God's word and in prayer every day
*TO BE a person who takes more time to think before speaking or acting - or reacting
*TO BE more nurturing of my creativity and skills
What about you - what would be on your TO-BE List?
Saturday, January 28, 2012
Wordless
I have nothing to say. Yeh... I know. I find it shocking also. I have nothing to say! Me. I always have something to say about something. I can ramble on pretty much endlessly about absolutely nothing at all. Or about most anything.
But not tonight.
Tonight I find myself staring blankly at the screen. Not a single thought in my head except that I can't think of a single darn thing to post about.
The longer I stare, the bigger that empty, white box seems to be. It almost has an accusing look. I imagine what the text box might be thinking. "Why aren't you filling me up? How long are you going to make me sit here - wordless? This is so embarrassing for both of us really. Either type something or close me already. This is ridiculous."
So, I force my fingers to begin to move. Slowly at first, then quicker as something resembling thoughts begin to form. Perhaps not exciting, profound, or especially interesting. But something all the same. Better than nothing.
Or not.
Maybe it would have been more productive to shut down the screen and just go to bed.
Good night.
But not tonight.
Tonight I find myself staring blankly at the screen. Not a single thought in my head except that I can't think of a single darn thing to post about.
The longer I stare, the bigger that empty, white box seems to be. It almost has an accusing look. I imagine what the text box might be thinking. "Why aren't you filling me up? How long are you going to make me sit here - wordless? This is so embarrassing for both of us really. Either type something or close me already. This is ridiculous."
So, I force my fingers to begin to move. Slowly at first, then quicker as something resembling thoughts begin to form. Perhaps not exciting, profound, or especially interesting. But something all the same. Better than nothing.
Or not.
Maybe it would have been more productive to shut down the screen and just go to bed.
Good night.
Thursday, January 26, 2012
To Be, Or Not To Be: Grandma
As soon as people know you are going to have a grandchild - everyone starts asking: "What is he or she going to call you?"
Some people cringe away from the word "Grandma" Like having it used in reference to them will somehow magically transform them into some gray haired, stooped over, ancient granny type.
Whatever... I don't care who calls me Grandma. It's just a word. I do have a grandchild, which does make me a grandmother no matter what I am called.
I will confess that I prefer that the Little Guy call me something a little more unique and with a little more personality to it. Not because I have some deep rooted hatred and/or phobia about the word grandma. Just because I like to spice things up a little. I don't want to be just another Grandma in the world.
Also, in our family every grandmother has ended up called something different, which helps to differentiate between them. The Man of the House's grandmother is "Grandma". His mother is "Nana". My Mom is "Granna"
I have been liking Oma (German for grandmother). Honestly, at this point the Little Guy could call me just about anything at all and I wouldn't care!
Some people cringe away from the word "Grandma" Like having it used in reference to them will somehow magically transform them into some gray haired, stooped over, ancient granny type.
Whatever... I don't care who calls me Grandma. It's just a word. I do have a grandchild, which does make me a grandmother no matter what I am called.
I will confess that I prefer that the Little Guy call me something a little more unique and with a little more personality to it. Not because I have some deep rooted hatred and/or phobia about the word grandma. Just because I like to spice things up a little. I don't want to be just another Grandma in the world.
Also, in our family every grandmother has ended up called something different, which helps to differentiate between them. The Man of the House's grandmother is "Grandma". His mother is "Nana". My Mom is "Granna"
I have been liking Oma (German for grandmother). Honestly, at this point the Little Guy could call me just about anything at all and I wouldn't care!
Wednesday, January 25, 2012
Head Over Heels
I am completely and totally smitten!!
My grandson entered the world this morning at 8:30am weighing 10 pounds and 2 ounces!
Mom and baby are both great. Mom is a champion! About 23 hours of labor from beginning of induction to birth. 22 minutes of pushing. She is a rock star!
My grandson entered the world this morning at 8:30am weighing 10 pounds and 2 ounces!
Mom and baby are both great. Mom is a champion! About 23 hours of labor from beginning of induction to birth. 22 minutes of pushing. She is a rock star!
Monday, January 23, 2012
Evil Genius
My cat is a pure, certifiable evil genius. At first I just thought he was a spoiled brat. But he has gone way beyond that status now.
When he feels I have not scooped out the litter box quickly enough for his very particular liking, or if I find a different litter on sale with coupon that he doesn't care for - he will take to showing his displeasure by evacuating his bowels in the most inconvenient spot he can locate.
Until today I thought his pièce de résistance was substituting the bathtub for a litter box. After all, it certainly captures one's attention when your morning self hygiene routine is disrupted because you have to scrub out the shower before using it. But my cat felt he could do even better at showing his anger to me.
Today I found a little prize in the hallway. Right in front of the door to the closet where all cleaning supplies are kept. And I quickly realized that thanks to the consistency of this little feline gem, even after getting up what I could with toilet paper and paper towels - there was still going to be just enough left on the carpet to smear and get ground into both the carpeting and the bottom of the door when I try to open the closet. Yes indeed. In cleaning this up, I was going to have to make an even bigger mess!!
That darn cat!! Evil. Genius.
When he feels I have not scooped out the litter box quickly enough for his very particular liking, or if I find a different litter on sale with coupon that he doesn't care for - he will take to showing his displeasure by evacuating his bowels in the most inconvenient spot he can locate.
Until today I thought his pièce de résistance was substituting the bathtub for a litter box. After all, it certainly captures one's attention when your morning self hygiene routine is disrupted because you have to scrub out the shower before using it. But my cat felt he could do even better at showing his anger to me.
Today I found a little prize in the hallway. Right in front of the door to the closet where all cleaning supplies are kept. And I quickly realized that thanks to the consistency of this little feline gem, even after getting up what I could with toilet paper and paper towels - there was still going to be just enough left on the carpet to smear and get ground into both the carpeting and the bottom of the door when I try to open the closet. Yes indeed. In cleaning this up, I was going to have to make an even bigger mess!!
That darn cat!! Evil. Genius.
Tomorrow, Tomorrow... I Love Ya Tomorrow!
Despite threatening to make an appearance since around New Year's, my stubborn grandson still has not arrived. The Little Prince seems quite determined to stay right where he is - safe and warm inside his Mommy. On the other hand, Mommy (The Princess) has felt he needs evacuate the premises for a good 2 to 3 weeks now!
Because of his refusal to evacuate his current home , and since he shows no signs of making that move today either - they have scheduled her induction tomorrow morning at 41 weeks and one day. I am nervous for her. I am excited for her. I am very, very eager to meet The Little Prince!
Say a little prayer for a complication free delivery. Send some positive thoughts their way. All will be welcome!
Unless I get inspired again later today - the next time I blog I will officially be a grandma!
Because of his refusal to evacuate his current home , and since he shows no signs of making that move today either - they have scheduled her induction tomorrow morning at 41 weeks and one day. I am nervous for her. I am excited for her. I am very, very eager to meet The Little Prince!
Say a little prayer for a complication free delivery. Send some positive thoughts their way. All will be welcome!
Unless I get inspired again later today - the next time I blog I will officially be a grandma!
Sunday, January 22, 2012
As Lovely As A Tree
I love trees in Winter. "Naked Trees" I call them. There is something about the beauty of the form. Bare of leaves and visible. It's like lace. Like architecture. As much as I love the Autumn (it is still my favorite season), I can't help but look forward to the leaves falling and revealing the natural beauty of the tree's structure which has been hidden beneath them all summer.
I prefer winter and fall, when you feel the bone structure of the landscape - the loneliness of it, the dead feeling of winter. Something waits beneath it, the whole story doesn't show. ~Andrew Wyeth
I Got Lazy
I got lazy.
There, I said it. It's out there now and there's no way to ignore it. Not that I could before either. The results of laziness are quite visible really. Once you look.
I got lazy with my blogging. Oh, sure - if you look at the numbers, it might look like I've done an admirable job at keeping up with the whole daily posting thing. But the truth of the matter is that is only because I've had a few days of multiple posts. Which covers over my lack of posting several days this week like a thin layer of under eye concealer.
I wish I could tell you that I was so lazy about blogging because I was so terribly busy keeping my house clean. I wish I could tell you that. But the pile of laundry sitting in my bedroom floor waiting to be taken down to the washer, the piles of folded laundry in the living room waiting to be put away, the layer of dust in the living room, the dirty dishes in the sink, and the wet towels on the bathroom floor would quickly and eagerly call me a liar if I tried to say it. Yes, I was lazy with the household duties also.
So, you may now find yourself thinking that I must have been pre-occupied with some crochet project or another that I wanted to get completed. Um... no.
I just somehow managed to let an entire week slip away without getting much accomplished. I suppose it happens. (Someone please tell me it happens and make me feel better!)
There, I said it. It's out there now and there's no way to ignore it. Not that I could before either. The results of laziness are quite visible really. Once you look.
I got lazy with my blogging. Oh, sure - if you look at the numbers, it might look like I've done an admirable job at keeping up with the whole daily posting thing. But the truth of the matter is that is only because I've had a few days of multiple posts. Which covers over my lack of posting several days this week like a thin layer of under eye concealer.
I wish I could tell you that I was so lazy about blogging because I was so terribly busy keeping my house clean. I wish I could tell you that. But the pile of laundry sitting in my bedroom floor waiting to be taken down to the washer, the piles of folded laundry in the living room waiting to be put away, the layer of dust in the living room, the dirty dishes in the sink, and the wet towels on the bathroom floor would quickly and eagerly call me a liar if I tried to say it. Yes, I was lazy with the household duties also.
So, you may now find yourself thinking that I must have been pre-occupied with some crochet project or another that I wanted to get completed. Um... no.
I just somehow managed to let an entire week slip away without getting much accomplished. I suppose it happens. (Someone please tell me it happens and make me feel better!)
Saturday, January 21, 2012
Beginning To See The Light
Sitting outside during lunch. Watching the sky, filled with dark gray clouds rolling past. Thinking to myself how even the most gloomy of days can be beautiful if you only take the time to stop, look, and enjoy. Suddenly, a break in the cloud cover. A ray of sunlight warms my face. Causing me to smile.
(note: I wrote this yesterday during my lunch break and tried to send it via my cell phone, but it wouldn't post)
(note: I wrote this yesterday during my lunch break and tried to send it via my cell phone, but it wouldn't post)
Thursday, January 19, 2012
Tuesday, January 17, 2012
So Tired I Can't Sleep
I am so, so, very tired.
I didn't sleep well last night. I couldn't manage to fall asleep until sometime around 1:00 am.
I woke up about 3:30 - wide awake. I think I fell back to sleep around 4:00.
My alarm goes off at 5:00 am to wake me up for the day.
It was a very busy day at work today. I felt like I went through the entire day in a fog. Like I was in slow motion, but everyone and everything around me was moving at normal speed.
I'm afraid at this point, I may be too tired to sleep. Have you ever been that tired? Just so exhausted that even falling asleep feels like too much of an effort?
I think there may be a glass of wine, followed by a cup of Sleepytime tea in my very near future.
I didn't sleep well last night. I couldn't manage to fall asleep until sometime around 1:00 am.
I woke up about 3:30 - wide awake. I think I fell back to sleep around 4:00.
My alarm goes off at 5:00 am to wake me up for the day.
It was a very busy day at work today. I felt like I went through the entire day in a fog. Like I was in slow motion, but everyone and everything around me was moving at normal speed.
I'm afraid at this point, I may be too tired to sleep. Have you ever been that tired? Just so exhausted that even falling asleep feels like too much of an effort?
I think there may be a glass of wine, followed by a cup of Sleepytime tea in my very near future.
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