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Dreams and Goals

Our first meeting for our trip to Slovakia is on April 17th. Well, actually we are meeting this Sunday, but it's a leaders only meeting. Our whole team meets together on April 17th. One of the things we will do at this meeting is share our stories with each other. Meaning tell stuff about ourselves that reveals the "real" us. and bring objects or movie clips along to use as visuals. Last year when I did mine, I made scrapbooking pages of my life to share with everyone. I'm thinking of doing something different this year, but I don't know what. I was thinking maybe talking about my dreams and goals I have for my life. By the way, what would you say the difference between a dream and a goal is, I have an idea but when I started making a list, they seemed like the same thing. So here's my list so far:

Visit Ireland

Potty train my little Diva

Be debt free

Become more involved at church

Finish school

Become more involved in missions

Write a book

Have it published

Visit the East Coast

Take the kids to Disney World

Get a tattoo -maybe

Lose the "yeah, I've had 3 kids" stomach



There may be more at some point, but that's what I came up with for now. How about you? What's on your list of dreams and goals?

What's the deal with

some random woman hitting on my husband while he's in Office Max?? Office Max, of all places? Does it not occur to her that perhaps his wife and sleeping kids are out in the car and he just ran in here to buy "pretty" paper for her? What, did she think he was buying it for himself? Could she not she see the wedding band on his finger? She actually used some excuse of thinking there was a sticker on his back just so she could touch him. I doubt she would have done that if I'd been standing there!!

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Parenting 101 (a class I think I may have to take over)

B5 was playing with some toys that connect magnetically and so he can build all kinds of things and he showed me his latest creation and said, "look, mom, it's just like the cross that Jesus died on." "yeah, it is, great job." B5:"he did really die on the cross, you know." me" "yeah, that's right" B5: "He wasn't just pretending, he really died." me: "Yes, that's right" I'm starting to feel real good about his Sunday School classes and what he's been taught and how it's been presented and then he says, "He died in our stomachs." Me: "what?" B5: "He did, he died in our stomachs." So now I'm wondering just exactly what was said in his class and how in the world did he get that out of it?!

I was trying to explain the golden rule to my son, B7, last night. I don't think he got it. I still think he thinks it says and means, "treat others the way they treat you." I said, "think of a soccer game and you run up to kick in a goal and it missed just by a tiny bit, would you want someone to say, 'oh, nice going, great try or ah, man, if you had actually gotten that in, we could have won!'?" His answer, "when we were playing today at recess I scored a goal and the goalie, Bobby said, "you missed, that doesn't count." I'm thinking we will still have to work on that one.

Little Diva had her 2 year check up this morning. The doctor asked me "how's she sleeping?" I hate that question. "Fine, as long as she's holding my finger" Dr:"that can be a hard habit to break" Yeah, I know that, why do you think she's still sleeping in my bed??

Easter Weekend

Saturday afternoon found me at a Bridal Store looking at wedding dresses with my sister. She's so funny; she's been waiting FOREVER to get engaged and now that she is, she's too nervous to go into a bridal store because she thinks it will be embarressing or something. But the place was fabulous and we had lots of fun as she tried on EVERY dress in the place. (okay, not really, but seriously, how do you decide?) then it was my turn because she wanted to look at bridesmaid dresses. That was fun too, although I don't think a final decision was made in either case.

When I got home my hubby had not made dinner :) so he took us all out to Noodles!! and it was so yummy and I could have eaten more, but didn't.

Easter morning was very busy. We had to be at church by 8:15 and the kids ended up having their hair done in the car on the way there because of my lack of appropriate Easter Sunday clothing (see previous post) and so I had to try on everything in my closet. Hubby and I worked with the kids' department for the first service and since there was a low number of kids we knew they would be swamped for the next service. Unfortunetly, we had finished off the coffee and the second service volunteers would not get any, so my hubby, not even a coffee drinker, mind you, went off to make some more. (You'll have to ask him for the rest of that story and no matter what he says, there is more to that story!) Then we went up to the second service and it was incredible. Before going to the church we go to now, I had said I didn't want to go there because of its size. Well, Easter Sunday is amazing because of its size! All of us together celebrating the Resurrection of our Christ. It was incredible and I wept through most of it.

Came home, had lunch, tried to have a nap, that didn't really work out. Started getting Easter dinner together and then my sister and her new fiance came over and we had Easter dinner together and it was very tasty and lots of fun. They went home, the kids got ready for bed, hubby and I got in a spat and had to work that out, made up and then Spring Break was over and it was time to once again get clothes and lunchboxes ready for the next morning.

Yep, ups and downs, but isn't that what life is all about?

Annoyed

Here's a couple of things that are annoying to me. (no, not the fighting of 3 kids off in the distance, although annoying, not really what I was thinking of right now)

1) not being able to find something worth buying to wear for Easter Sunday

and b) my lack of confidence when I go to leave a comment on someone's blog. I usually end up thinking, "what a stupid thing to say" and then repeatedly hitting the delete button.

Oh bother, I'm off to eat a big bowl of ice cream.

Tattoo?

So the thing is, I'm thinking of getting a tattoo. Maybe. I don't know. Is there anything you think I should know before I decide? and if I decide to do it, what should I look for in a place? It kind of scares me, but my sister has one and she had a successful experience, so... Does it hurt? I sound like a wimp, I know. I did give birth 3 times, I suppose I should be able to handle getting a tattoo right? If you have one, how long have you had it, where is it, what is it and do you still love it? oh, and how did you decide what design to go with? Ok, that's it for now, thanks for any info you have for me!!

Maundy Thursday

Last night I went to a Maundy Thursday service with a friend of mine at her church. I've never been to a church like hers before and while it was different, it was also the same. It was a beautiful service and I'm glad I went. I would like to share one thought that the pastor shared with us. It was the last supper Jesus was having with His disciples and while usually there would be a servant to wash their feet, this night there was not one. I guess it did not occur to any of the disciples that they could be the one to pick up the basin and the towel. But it occurred to Jesus. He washed each foot of His disciples. These were not clean feet. They were dirty and smelly and each one of them had two feet!! It's not only amazing to me that He was willing to wash their feet, but even more so is that He was willing to do it with full knowledge that within hours, one set of feet would be on their way to betray Him and the others would be running the other way, away from Him. And yet, with love and kindness, He bent down and washed their feet.

He knows how dirty we are too. He knows what we will be doing later today, tomorrow, in the years to come. But He loves us just the same and He was willing to "wash our feet" as well. He died on the cross, to wash us clean of our sin. The thing is, we don't have to be clean to come to Him. He is willing to come to us, even though we are dirty and even though the possibility exists that we will betray or run from Him. That is AMAZING LOVE!

Have a great day, and a Good Friday!!

Q & A for Just Me

Just Me, here are your interview questions:

1. What was the last movie you saw at the theatre and did you enjoy it and why or why not?

2. What is one thing about you that you don't think many people know but you wish they did?

3. What do you want your legacy to be for your kids?

4. Where is your dream vacation?

5. What is your favorite thing to do if you ever have free time?

There you go, have fun. Thanks for the opportunity to "question" you!!

A Service Announcement

I just wanted to share with you an extremely important truth I learned last night. It's how to deal with those annoying red lights that make you stop ALL the time when you are on your way somewhere important. (and aren't we always?).
Here's the answer: A BIG bowl of Cold Stone Ice Cream in the flavor of your choice. (Mine is strawberry ice cream with blackberries and fudge mixed in). It works, try it. Instead of groaning when the light turns red, you will be cheering because it allows you one more opportunity to shovel in the oh-so-yummy ice cream!

Like I said, Try it, you'll see I'm right. and let me know what you're favorite flavor is!

My Baby

Dear Princess,
Two years ago today, right about now, everyone was crowded around my hospital bed, oohing and ahing over you and how beautiful you were and daddy had to have you pried out of his hands if any one else wanted to hold you because he immediately fell in love with you and knew the job of protecting you had started.
We would watch you sleep and I remember wondering what the years would hold with you, and what your little voice would sound like and how my heart would feel when you first called me "mom".
I was going through a pretty tough time in my life when we found out you were on the way. I wanted you to be a girl so badly. I love your brothers, never fear. But something inside of me just really wanted a little girl. I honestly thought I might not get one because maybe God would punish me for my lack of faith in Him during those tough times. When we found out the chances were real good that you were a girl, I tried not to get my hopes up. I felt like I did not deserve you and I think I held my breath the rest of the pregnancy.
And then, you came into the world and into our hearts and I cried. I suddenly felt like God really must love me a lot if He was willing to give me this beautiful, healthy and amazing baby. I am so thankful for you, Sweetie. You truly are God's gift to us.
Now, it's 2 years later and you have filled our home with all things pink and our hearts with joy that spills over. I hear your voice and I love the sound of it, even when you are stomping your foot and telling me "no!" But the most amazing of all is the sound of your voice when you touch my face and you say "I yuv you, Mama!" My heart melts and bursts and fills up with love all at the same time. Honey, I love you, too!
I don't know what the future holds for you. I do know that God has special plans for you. You have the determination to do whatever you want and the sweetness of spirit to get people to do it with you. I consider it an awesome privilege to be able to watch you grow and learn.
Oh, and by the way, when the time comes for you to leave our house, I'm pretty sure you will have to pry your daddy's fingers off once again!!
Happy Birthday, baby, I love you.
Mom

How Blogging has improved my life

You know, one thing that I love about blogging, is that it makes all the not so fun parts of your daily life almost worth it because then you know you have something great to blog about!

Take the other day for instance. We were out as a family and B7 had to go to the bathroom. His dad went in with him and when they came out, Hubby was holding the jacket kind of funny. "what happened?" I wanted to know. "He missed and peed on his coat." You have got to be kidding me. The kid is nearly 8, how does this happen? So, we went out to the car and the jacket got tossed into the back of the SUV. We went home for a bit, picked up the dog and was off to run a few more errands. Now the dog and the coat are in the back together and all of a sudden we hear the sounds of the dog vomitting back there. You've got to be kidding me!! I look at my husband and I roll my eyes and he says his standard line, "Toss a quarter." meaning, whoever wins gets to blog the story.

So, I had to come home, throw the coat in the wash, hubby had to clean up the throw up out of the car and I was not nearly as stressed out about it because I knew it gave me great blogging material.

Yep, blogging has definetely improved my life.