Chosen

God seems to be bringing up the word "choice" a lot with me lately. A lot. I am just a little bit (a lot) stubborn, so I've pushed that still small Voice away because listening would mean I would have to do things Somebody else's way; not something this chick is always (ever) willing to do.

Because I CHOSE not to listen, a lot of my comfort and complacency was yanked out from under me and sent me into a frantic rush to grab onto those things - like pry my cold dead fingers from those things. :)

In the middle of my ginormous hissy fit and self doubt and just plain freaking out, He turned my face and made me look at Him.

He. Chose. Me.

He. Chooses. Me.

Every time.

Every. Single. Time.

He chooses me each and every time that I choose something other than Him. He'll never stop choosing me.
I deserve nothing. He gives me everything anyway. I can't get over that fact, and I don't want to get over it.

I am aware that I am stating the fairly obvious; just can't keep my mouth shut about it. :)

And....she's back

It's been  awhile, no?

Lots and lots of things happening in life. Still trying to get my balance. Some of it I just don't feel right blogging about, so I won't. Those of you that know the situation; your prayers are coveted.

Moving on...I want to share a conversation that I had with my dad the other day. He will probably ground me for making this public - but there are some things that just have to be shared:

I called my dad and asked him "what are you up to?"

Dad: well, actually, I'm sitting on the pot right now

Me: um. ok, well...call me back when you're...done.

Dad: oh, it's ok, I can talk.

Me: No

People. That is funny stuff. Disturbing, but funny.

Ok. I'll try to update this more often. Just in case the three of you that read this miss me.

:)

Super Blogger

So...I had such great intentions for keeping up with a blog.

You think I could hire a "ghost blogger"? For real. I will hire you.

We are supposed to get maybe a foot of snow tomorrow. I remember when I used to like snow. Now, I'm old and cranky and wouldn't care if it never snowed again. I'm pretty prepared as far as food is concerned. Priorities, people. I'm never prepared for possibly spending a few days w/o power, with 3 kids, and no way out. I love my children.

And because I was raised right, I made sure they are all wearing clean underwear. You know...in case we all freeze to death, we at least have clean underwear on. Again, priorities.

On a serious note, please remember the folks that don't have a warm place to sleep tonight. There are more people in NWA than you'd think that will struggle to find shelter in this storm. Thank God for your warm bed and roof over your head.

That's an order.

:)

Did you know?

Did you know....

that the car line at school makes me want to pull my hair out. One strand at a time. People. It doesn't take 5 1/2 minutes to tell your kids to have a good day. Open the door and toss em out. Works for mine. :)

that cereal tastes best at night. Fact.

that Crayola cannot throw any product at me that I cannot get out of the fabric on my couches. Or the beds. Seriously, if it can be drawn on in this house, it has been. 452,000 times.

that I HATE to shop, unless it's Hobby Lobby....I could spend all day there. Not sure why. I'm not even crafty. I can knit though. Scarves. Plain ones.

that I want to go to NYC so bad I can't see straight. Except that I'm kind of (a lot) claustrophobic, which might not be conducive with the 8 million people that walk on the sidewalk all at the same time. Touching. Shudder.

that college football makes me happier than food. and I think we all know how happy food makes me.

And that, people, is some Monday random for you.

You're welcome.

stuff

I am not that fabulous at updating this blog that often. I try to remember the funny things said and done in this house, and most days I do well just to remember take my glasses off before I fall asleep.

And let me tell you, it's your loss. These kids pull stunts and one-liners that are truly marketable. I just can't remember them when I try to.

Trying to remember why I started this post.....

Maybe I'll just share an embarrassing moment of my own. Don't deny that sometimes you like to laugh at somebody else's expense. Like that time Julie told the homeless clients on the way in to work one day "It's a great day to be outside!"
Sorry Julie, but that will never cease to make me chortle.

Anyway, onto my own embarrassment. So, about a year or so ago, while at the dentist, I was under the influence of "dentist office happy gas". They have to give it to me because it takes dangerous quantities of lidocaine to numb me. Plus I'm a wuss.

Moving on. I'm laying there, telling the dentist and assistant how nice they are (yes, we all wish I could have happy gas all the time) and this thought pops into my head. "Did I just pass gas?"

Only I don't know if I said it out loud. And that's not exactly something you can casually ask your dentist if you said. And it's not really a question you want the answer to, mkay?

So now I'm paranoid when I have to go to the dentist. I just KNOW after I leave the room they are like "there's the freak that asked" ....well...you get the point.

Why do I admit these things?

First day of school

Well, the giddiness has worn off and the effects of early mornings are setting in. Don't mistake that for complaining, I'll take early in exchange for figuring out yet another way to entertain 3 bored children.
I feel like I should explain, lest anybody think I don't adore my children. When my children get bored, some sort of something comes over them and I'm convinced they conspire a thousand different ways they can destroy something in this house. Or on each other.
I'm serious, they don't complain about being bored, they just...do stuff. Like get into the flour jar and dump it in the corner of Davis' bedroom on all his shoes. Why? I mean, it would be great if I had an idea.

It should be noted that Davis refused to speak to me for an hour after dropping the girls off at school. I had to pack a lunch for him because he was feeling left out. So I let him bring it with us in the car and he wanted to bring it in the school while we dropped the other two off. I'm pretty sure he thought I couldn't say no to him staying at school when he had his lunchbox and everything.

I ended up having to take him to Hobby Lobby to look at the Christmas trees before he would forgive me. I've never gotten the stink eye from one kid so many times in one day.

Anyway, first day of school went great and the girls loved it. So did mom.
:)

6 days, 8 hours, 25 min and 57 seconds

until school starts!!!!!! Sweet Moses, I don't know if I can wait that long!!

I love my babies, but they are reminding me about every 5 minutes why I firmly believe teachers need a HUGE raise.

Kennedy will be in 2nd grade; Finley is starting Kindergarten. I. am. old.

Speaking of old, I saw this odd looking freckle on my leg and started to panic about all the time I've spent in the sun and why didn't I listen to my mother when she said to always wear sunscreen and why can't I just be happy to be pasty white and how come I never wear the 100 spf they say I should wear....

it was a bit of dried chocolate ice cream.

I mean, really? I wasted chocolate ice cream?

Le. Sigh.