Wednesday, November 26, 2014


This time of year there is a lot of talk about turkeys, and oh, yeah being thankful for all we have. I have read numerous articles on how to help your children, or yourself, be thankful! But it really hit home for me this week.

But first, a little of the back-story: two weeks ago I went in to the doctor for my first ever exam-for-women-who-are-over-40. You who are over 40 know what I'm talking about! That lovely machine that tries to squish parts of you into pancakes. The lady running the machine - mammographer I believe is her title - was super nice and relaxed, and just made it comfortable as possible. I left thinking, phew, done for a year.

My week was cruising along nicely; I had vague plans as to what we would eat for Thanksgiving, along with thoughts about my son's upcoming birthday, crowding around the daily feed-them, get-them-where-they-need-to-be routine that fills my life. A week after I had my exam, the clinic called and asked to schedule another exam. My thoughts came to a screeching halt for just a sec until they started galloping all over the "what if" scale.

I'm thankful my husband was working from our home office that day.

He is always able to hear me out and calm me down. It's a good skill for the spouse of someone who can lead herself into anxiety attacks. So I was doing okay, and then the kids started getting sick. It began with a full blown puke-fest at the dinner table on Saturday night from my youngest one, and then continued on Monday with another girl losing her cake that evening. (Weird thought, but slushies and birthday cake make pretty, artistic colors of vomit.) And so I had something else occupying my 'worry' brain as the exam day loomed.

And in a way, I am thankful for that.
Today I was anxious almost all day. It wasn't fun. But now. Now I am so thankful for the good people who work at the clinic. They were very kind and explained things so well; (I must have looked worried.) The doctor came in later and explained that 1 out of 5 women are called back. He explained what was happening with me, and that is was no big deal. And it wasn't.

And I'm so thankful for that. 

Tuesday, November 25, 2014


I've never been graceful. My arms and legs have never had the fluid movement of a ballerina. But there are some days when it's worse than ever.
Sunday was one of those days. I dropped the keys. I dropped my pear from dinner, then promptly dropped more dinner food in my lap. Earlier I dropped a library book at the library. It was so bad that my husband suggested I not pickup the 4 year old.
That evening I met up with a friend for some 'girl time' and on the way out of the restaurant, I dropped my half of the delicious chocolate cake that I had not finished. Getting ready for bed, I dropped the my face soap.
And then, I pull up the Book of Face and see a post about my niece (who is infamous for dropping things also) having dropped her ice cream.
I'm glad to know it's genetic.

Monday, November 17, 2014


It took weeks of planning, numerous emails and phone calls, a bit of decision making ... But we pulled it off. We surprised my parents, which isn't always easy to do.

So earlier in the summer we had a gathering to celebrate my parents 60th Anniversary. It was intended for extended family and friends to come to during nice weather. But my sister and I wanted to do a little something more. So we planned a special dinner with all of 10 of the siblings to come to for my parents, closer to the real anniversary date. And somehow we were able to keep it a secret for mom and dad.

The look on mom's face when she walked into the restaurant was priceless. She thought it was going to be a dinner with just my sister, who drove them. Then she saw my siblings from out of state and I think that's when it hit her, this wasn't just a little dinner.
It was a fun, noisy, yummy time, visiting with family we don't get to see often, catching up on what's happening in other families. And my parents even got a free dessert from the restaurant.
But definitely, the best part was seeing the surprise and happiness on mom and dad's faces.

Saturday, November 15, 2014


I can't believe I missed it! Writing about my second born turning 14 was one of the moments I was looking forward to - and it happened Three weeks ago!!
   My baby girl, my first daughter, my 2nd child, the one who I gave birth to without any epidural (the only one!) the one who stole her daddy's heart and her brother's toys-- she is now a young woman turning heads and not realizing it.
At 14 I was awkward and strange with big glasses and frizzy hair. Amend yet I met some great friends who liked me for me, and who will still talk to me this day, if I badger them enough. I was a pest sometimes and yet I made it through those days alive. My daughter goes through the emotions just like I did, ups and downs; the fears of the future and the hopes of here future wreaking havoc on her mental state. Just like when I was her age.
So we celebrated her birthday a number of times. Oh the cake we had that week! One day with friends from church, another day with the immediate family, more celebrating with the team and then the youth group, and then a party with school friends. Not quite 14 parties, but plenty of cake and pie (her preference) and sweets to feed an army.


Today with social media, staying in touch with friends is easier than ever. Without the Book of Face, I probably would not be connected to a number of people. But still, nothing can beat actual face to face time with friends (or family).
Last night we had friends over for the evening - some good dinner, some delicious dessert, made by my daughter, and some great conversation. I enjoyed just sitting and talking about different experiences and ideas, and sharing our perspectives on life, kids, culture, Africa, etc.

So why don't we do this more often? Why is it months in between gatherings? Football games, basketball games, church events, date nights - they all have a place in our lives, but finding the balance is what I am after. I enjoy people, and visiting with them, not just watching from the outside.
There was an article going around online about introverts and how to understand them. I still don't know if I am an introvert or extrovert. I think I am both. An introverted extrovert. My husband is definitely an extrovert, but by Friday night he is ready for a break, some relaxation. Over the years we have had to come to a compromise about how often we "go". I enjoy going, doing, seeing, out of the house on the weekends, usually because I am home most of the week. And since he hasn't been, he is ready to stay home.So we have friends over once in a blue moon; we go on a date occasionally; and we stay in on Friday nights and enjoy our own little family most of the time.

And an added bonus to it all-the house was (and still is) clean!

Thursday, November 13, 2014


Today is a celebration. My parents have been married 60 years. Yowzers!

60 years, 10 kids, 2sons-in-law, 7 daughters in-law 22 (+1) grand kids, 5 (+1) great-grandkids, a dozen different homes, pets, and schools,
And they are still smiling.

Friday, October 31, 2014

Tonight's Game

The annual knock on doors and ask for candy routine went down tonight.
  Sadly, we are down 2 of our players though.

The remaining 3 rallied for a good finish, but the older two members of the team were missed.
 Tonight's team consisted of a cute little puppy (easy to make, and easy to keep warm!!), a snow queen, alias Elsa. (Strangely enough, we saw a lot of these Elsa characters tonight) and an unknown movie starlet.

The head coaches managed to get a good mile out of the 3 players, who did not complain until the final stretch. And then it was only the youngest saying, "my legs are tired."

We were fortunate to not have rain! Hurrah! And thankfully the administration knew to bundle up. It's one of the prerequisites of the night's uniform.
Now that the team has headed to the bunks, it's time to "sort" the night's winnings.