I had a great time this past weekend at an Extraordinary Women Conference! There were many great speakers who made many GREAT points leaving me with MANY thoughts. But one comment stuck with me but not in the way she probably intended. Her comment was Fearful mothers create fearful children. I couldn't help but think about this past weeks FCATS and some kids were really fretting about them because their moms were. Me, I wasn't nor have ever acted worried about my kids taking them. I've prayed they did well but before them nothing but full confidence. Because of this they have NEVER worried about them either. I know some parents who freak out about these things and their children are nervous wrecks the entire time.
So yes "Fearful Mothers create Fearful Children" which in turn leads me to believe
courageous mothers create courageous children, faithful mothers / faithful children,
truthful mothers / truthful children, church attending mothers/church attending children, bible reading mothers/bible reading children, Christ following mothers / Christ following children.
BUT what do deceitful mothers create? How about lost mothers? Unrepentant mothers? Hateful mothers? Yelling mothers? Rude mothers? Abusive mothers?
This is what had me thinking what kind of mother am I? What kind of children do I want to raise? As I watch my oldest children grow and interact with the youngest (she's 6 & 9 yrs younger then them) I'm beginning to see what kind of mother I have been and what kind of children I've raised thus far. Me, I have a little work to do. I need to work on being more like my Heavenly Father so maybe I can do my part in helping my children become more Christ like.
Sunday, April 21, 2013
Thursday, March 28, 2013
The Cross
Have you ever really thought about the cross?
Have you thought about what a very crude, simplistic creation it was. Imagine the cross that was hew for Jesus and the thieves beside him. It would have been cut by hand. No sawmill here. Rough, jagged surface. I really doubt anyone sanded it smooth or even knocked off the jagged pieces. Full of large splinters. I don't even like to carry firewood without gloves. A torture device all on it's own. Then you add the nails, the standing of it, the taunting, humiliation, agony.
Yes I believe the cross has to be one of the ugliest things I know of.
Yet we glorify it today.
We design it with scrolls, swirls and flowers. We add gold, silver and jewels to it.
We have turned a vial torture device into artwork that we display on our walls.
Why?
Because my God is a redeemer.
He creates beauty from ashes.
He takes the vilest offenders and turns them into His most devoted defenders. (just look at Paul)
Now the cross is,. . .
Hope
Reconciliation
Life
Salvation
Sacrifice
Triumph
Glory
But more then all its LOVE.
John 3:16 For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life.
Only God can take something so devastatingly ugly and make it truly beautiful.
What an amazing Love. What an amazing God.
Have you thought about what a very crude, simplistic creation it was. Imagine the cross that was hew for Jesus and the thieves beside him. It would have been cut by hand. No sawmill here. Rough, jagged surface. I really doubt anyone sanded it smooth or even knocked off the jagged pieces. Full of large splinters. I don't even like to carry firewood without gloves. A torture device all on it's own. Then you add the nails, the standing of it, the taunting, humiliation, agony.
Yes I believe the cross has to be one of the ugliest things I know of.
Yet we glorify it today.
We design it with scrolls, swirls and flowers. We add gold, silver and jewels to it.
We have turned a vial torture device into artwork that we display on our walls.
Why?
Because my God is a redeemer.
He creates beauty from ashes.
He takes the vilest offenders and turns them into His most devoted defenders. (just look at Paul)
Now the cross is,. . .
Hope
Reconciliation
Life
Salvation
Sacrifice
Triumph
Glory
But more then all its LOVE.
John 3:16 For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life.
Only God can take something so devastatingly ugly and make it truly beautiful.
What an amazing Love. What an amazing God.
Wednesday, December 12, 2012
Breaking heart's & Breaking free
I asked God to break my heart for what breaks His and this is what He has been laying on my heart lately. Human trafficking. This is the slightly PC term for it but the stripped down truth is it's women stolen, sold, bought, degraded, drugged, used till they are lucky enough to die, granting them temporary freedom from this life only to be chained to an eternal life in a worse hell.
We like to think as a country we abolished slavery in the 1860's but we never did. Slavery has been apart of this world since the fall of Adam and Eve. It started with them falling into slavery with sin and continues today with girls sold into slavery of sin. Through out history there have been slaves, Israelites, Hebrews, Irish, the poor, Africans, and now, always, since the beginning, women, girls, sisters, daughters. We don't talk about it. It's not proper dinner conversation. It's ugly, scary, disgusting, unheard of. Out of sight out of mind. Until it's your 13 year old daughter that has been stolen, sold, used, broken. We don't think it happens here. Not in this great and mighty nation we live in. How does it happen anywhere? Our world is so much better then it's ever been. It happens, here, there, everywhere.
I'm a realist. I don't think I or we can abolish slavery before Jesus returns. I don't think it will be abolished until God sets up His kingdom here after the tribulation. BUT I do think that if I can educate one person, break one more heart for what breaks Gods, save ONE girl in the name of JESUS, then I have abolished slavery in ONE life. When I look at my daughters, when I pray for their future, I pray for innocence, walks, husbands, marriages. I pray they enjoy these things. Now I pray for the daughters that have lost these things, I pray for renewing, rebirthing in the cleansing power of shed blood.
A friends niece runs this website that is committed to making people aware of human trafficking. http://www.uniquelyakv.com/index.html
A Holy Experience introduced me to this website that makes and sells items saving one soul at a time by offering jobs to those they can save.
http://freesetglobal.com/
This Christmas while your trying to find that perfect gift and spend your money wisely how about one of these great gifts for your person and at the same time give a daughter freedom for hell in this lifetime and eternal life through Jesus. Is He not the reason for the season.
Friday, November 30, 2012
Christmas With No Santa?
My kids were watching a show on t.v. the other night and everybody was freaking out because Santa had disappeared.
Can you please tell me when did Santa replace Jesus?????????????????????????
Many of you are thinking "There is nothing wrong with Santa." "My children believed in Santa and they are just fine." Your right, in general there is nothing wrong with Santa, and my oldest two believed in Santa also till they were in about 3rd grade (the youngest is only 3 she doesn't count!). My dilemma is Why? Why do we want to add anyone or anything to this time of year when as a Christian the entire reason I celebrate this season to begin with is giving thanks for God's blessings (Thanksgiving) and to give thanks for His ultimate blessing, the birth of His Son Jesus Christ. We complain about the "commercialism" of Christmas but aren't I just as guilty by letting anything into my heart and home besides Jesus?
I get that Santa has roots in Christmas, good roots, giving roots but he is not the ultimate gift giver. God is. So why would we want to let him share God's glory? Isn't that what we're doing? If we celebrate Santa along side the baby Jesus aren't we letting the jolly ole fat man share in the glory of our Lord and Father, our Jehovah-Jireh, God our provider? He is the root of Christmas. He is the giver of Christ. He is the giver of our salvation. He is the giver of our lives, our breath, the blood that flows in our veins. He is the giver of His Son. He is the giver of His Son's death and the soul cleansing blood that flowed from His veins.
Instead of "Christmas without Santa?" shouldn't we be asking "Is there a Christmas without God and His Son Jesus?"
Don't worry I've not fallen off the deep end. My children will be getting Christmas presents but not from Santa. Partly because they no longer believe in him and partly because we fully believe in Him. .
Can you please tell me when did Santa replace Jesus?????????????????????????
Many of you are thinking "There is nothing wrong with Santa." "My children believed in Santa and they are just fine." Your right, in general there is nothing wrong with Santa, and my oldest two believed in Santa also till they were in about 3rd grade (the youngest is only 3 she doesn't count!). My dilemma is Why? Why do we want to add anyone or anything to this time of year when as a Christian the entire reason I celebrate this season to begin with is giving thanks for God's blessings (Thanksgiving) and to give thanks for His ultimate blessing, the birth of His Son Jesus Christ. We complain about the "commercialism" of Christmas but aren't I just as guilty by letting anything into my heart and home besides Jesus?
I get that Santa has roots in Christmas, good roots, giving roots but he is not the ultimate gift giver. God is. So why would we want to let him share God's glory? Isn't that what we're doing? If we celebrate Santa along side the baby Jesus aren't we letting the jolly ole fat man share in the glory of our Lord and Father, our Jehovah-Jireh, God our provider? He is the root of Christmas. He is the giver of Christ. He is the giver of our salvation. He is the giver of our lives, our breath, the blood that flows in our veins. He is the giver of His Son. He is the giver of His Son's death and the soul cleansing blood that flowed from His veins.
Instead of "Christmas without Santa?" shouldn't we be asking "Is there a Christmas without God and His Son Jesus?"
Don't worry I've not fallen off the deep end. My children will be getting Christmas presents but not from Santa. Partly because they no longer believe in him and partly because we fully believe in Him. .
Tuesday, November 27, 2012
DisneyWorld
I feel like a five year old.
Let me just say that taking a "Spiritual Journey" is like taking a trip to Disney World. At first your all like "Woo Hoo lets go!! This is going to be great!" and then your all "Are we there yet? How much longer till we get there?"!!! (squirrel) When our preacher went to Israel his kids said it was like his Disney World!
But seriously I'm striving for that relationship with God, ya know the kind that you see people like Ann Voskamp or Lisa Terkeurst have. These are women that you know suffer the same problems as the rest of us but handle them in a way that only comes from having more than a personal relationship with Christ. From having that no questions asked, I'd do anything for you, till death do us part, BF F's forever and ever kind of relationship. I want to say "Man this is hard work." but the truth is I know it's the easiest thing in the world to accomplish. It's simple really.
Pray.
Read my bible.
Study His word.
Not hard at all. Not like oh I don't know trying to lose way too much weight after having my 3rd child and letting myself go just a little (lot).
Like everything these days I want instant gratification. There's no instant gratification with relationships. They take work, effort, time, time, time. Here's that whole "Are we there yet!! How much longer!!" part.
So I feel like a five year old, bouncing in my seat, asking if we're there yet, waiting excitedly for the grand adventure to begin.
The best part about being an adult during this is that, I know that getting there is just as great as being there.
It's called a journey.
Let me just say that taking a "Spiritual Journey" is like taking a trip to Disney World. At first your all like "Woo Hoo lets go!! This is going to be great!" and then your all "Are we there yet? How much longer till we get there?"!!! (squirrel) When our preacher went to Israel his kids said it was like his Disney World!
But seriously I'm striving for that relationship with God, ya know the kind that you see people like Ann Voskamp or Lisa Terkeurst have. These are women that you know suffer the same problems as the rest of us but handle them in a way that only comes from having more than a personal relationship with Christ. From having that no questions asked, I'd do anything for you, till death do us part, BF F's forever and ever kind of relationship. I want to say "Man this is hard work." but the truth is I know it's the easiest thing in the world to accomplish. It's simple really.
Pray.
Read my bible.
Study His word.
Not hard at all. Not like oh I don't know trying to lose way too much weight after having my 3rd child and letting myself go just a little (lot).
Like everything these days I want instant gratification. There's no instant gratification with relationships. They take work, effort, time, time, time. Here's that whole "Are we there yet!! How much longer!!" part.
So I feel like a five year old, bouncing in my seat, asking if we're there yet, waiting excitedly for the grand adventure to begin.
The best part about being an adult during this is that, I know that getting there is just as great as being there.
It's called a journey.
Sunday, November 25, 2012
The First Leg of the Journey
Well last Monday we were packing our bags and setting out on the road to Calvary. In the spirit of being transparent with you, honest to a fault and really holding myself accountable to God, before you I have to say my car stalled in the driveway.
I know, I know, sad isn't it.
I hear this happens to people.
I don't know but I can say I let it happen to me.
I started out with the best intentions (squirrel, that's like chasing a rabbit but different!)( does anyone ever start out with the worst intentions? ) and derailed. I was in my bible, praying and everything. Talked to my hubs about serving in different ways, made some plans, read a little, had some thoughts, bought some really good books to you know increase my spirituality, and . . . then.
Not. Much. Of. Anything.
I stalled.
That was pretty much it.
Went to church on Sunday and listened to a great a.m. message. I can't remember much of it but I do remember it was GOOD! But the Sunday night message, yeah well it was a little more then good, it was mine. These words were the jump start I needed to get me going. They were my private words from God, written just for me. I busted out my notepad and went to jotting down some notes. Two pages later, . . . Two pages later God had told me what he wanted me to do and how to do it.
It was painfully simple.
Yet so very hard, . . . on my own.
These were the 8 points. I've adlibed here and there, and taken a creative liberty with it but it was my message from God so it's ok!
1) God uses people who are already doing
the right thing.
That's not just the obvious.
It's studing, praying, reading,
memorizing scriptures,
pursing Him completely,
being in church, being the salt and the light.
( I have some work to do here.)
2) God uses those who can be interupted.
Are you willing to be flexible?
Are you willing to drive a different direction?
Be late?
Miss something?
(I'm good here! With B around I'm awesome
at flexible! Well I am until #3)
3) God uses those who pay attention
to the needs of others.
(I'd like to think I'm good here,
but the truth is somedays
I have a hard time seeing past me and
my little circle of mine.
Sometimes I see a need and
won't let myself be interupted to meet it.)
4) God uses people who inspire hope in others.
( I strive to one day be this person.
Sometimes it's hard and I don't always want
to remember who I once was and
the path I once walked.
But to deny this is to rob God of His glory.)
5) God uses those who use what they have.
( I am what I am and thats all I am!
I admire many different people
and at times have strived
to immulate them, but I'm not.
I'm not like them. I'm not them.
I don't have their sweet spirit,
soft voice, poetic words, or great hair!
I'm loud, sarcastic, sometimes a little brash,
I like to think I'm humerous,
(atleast I find myself funny!)
caring, not a push over,
sometimes a little hard
when I need to be, and
I use great hair products
so I atleast look like I have pretty good hair!
That's me.
That's what God created and
what God wants to use.
I need to remember this.
6) God uses people who know
the source of their power. God
( I can do all things not through me
but through GOD who strengthens me.
I remember this in the big stuff,
need to remember His power
for the little stuff too.)
7) God uses those who will try their best
and leave the rest up to God.
(A little like 6. Guess I really needed
to remember this one!)
8) God uses those who want Him
to get all the glory.
(I have never done one single thing
worth mentioning.
Now God, . . . well that's
a whole nother ball game.
He has used me a time or
two to do His work.
I always feel blessed, overwhelmed,
completely inept, and scared
I'll screw it all up. But then I remember
God doesn't make mistakes
If I step back, let Him have control
He can do miraculous things.)
I wish I could take credit for these awesome points but alas it's all God via a guest pastor visiting our church. Thanks Kevin for passing me a love note from God. Tell Him yes I'll pick up my cross and follow Him.
I know, I know, sad isn't it.
I hear this happens to people.
I don't know but I can say I let it happen to me.
I started out with the best intentions (squirrel, that's like chasing a rabbit but different!)( does anyone ever start out with the worst intentions? ) and derailed. I was in my bible, praying and everything. Talked to my hubs about serving in different ways, made some plans, read a little, had some thoughts, bought some really good books to you know increase my spirituality, and . . . then.
Not. Much. Of. Anything.
I stalled.
That was pretty much it.
Went to church on Sunday and listened to a great a.m. message. I can't remember much of it but I do remember it was GOOD! But the Sunday night message, yeah well it was a little more then good, it was mine. These words were the jump start I needed to get me going. They were my private words from God, written just for me. I busted out my notepad and went to jotting down some notes. Two pages later, . . . Two pages later God had told me what he wanted me to do and how to do it.
It was painfully simple.
Yet so very hard, . . . on my own.
These were the 8 points. I've adlibed here and there, and taken a creative liberty with it but it was my message from God so it's ok!
1) God uses people who are already doing
the right thing.
That's not just the obvious.
It's studing, praying, reading,
memorizing scriptures,
pursing Him completely,
being in church, being the salt and the light.
( I have some work to do here.)
2) God uses those who can be interupted.
Are you willing to be flexible?
Are you willing to drive a different direction?
Be late?
Miss something?
(I'm good here! With B around I'm awesome
at flexible! Well I am until #3)
3) God uses those who pay attention
to the needs of others.
(I'd like to think I'm good here,
but the truth is somedays
I have a hard time seeing past me and
my little circle of mine.
Sometimes I see a need and
won't let myself be interupted to meet it.)
4) God uses people who inspire hope in others.
( I strive to one day be this person.
Sometimes it's hard and I don't always want
to remember who I once was and
the path I once walked.
But to deny this is to rob God of His glory.)
5) God uses those who use what they have.
( I am what I am and thats all I am!
I admire many different people
and at times have strived
to immulate them, but I'm not.
I'm not like them. I'm not them.
I don't have their sweet spirit,
soft voice, poetic words, or great hair!
I'm loud, sarcastic, sometimes a little brash,
I like to think I'm humerous,
(atleast I find myself funny!)
caring, not a push over,
sometimes a little hard
when I need to be, and
I use great hair products
so I atleast look like I have pretty good hair!
That's me.
That's what God created and
what God wants to use.
I need to remember this.
6) God uses people who know
the source of their power. God
( I can do all things not through me
but through GOD who strengthens me.
I remember this in the big stuff,
need to remember His power
for the little stuff too.)
7) God uses those who will try their best
and leave the rest up to God.
(A little like 6. Guess I really needed
to remember this one!)
8) God uses those who want Him
to get all the glory.
(I have never done one single thing
worth mentioning.
Now God, . . . well that's
a whole nother ball game.
He has used me a time or
two to do His work.
I always feel blessed, overwhelmed,
completely inept, and scared
I'll screw it all up. But then I remember
God doesn't make mistakes
If I step back, let Him have control
He can do miraculous things.)
I wish I could take credit for these awesome points but alas it's all God via a guest pastor visiting our church. Thanks Kevin for passing me a love note from God. Tell Him yes I'll pick up my cross and follow Him.
Monday, November 19, 2012
Taking a trip.
I've decided to take a trip.
It started out as a solo trip but I'm dragging the family along as well praying they'll enjoy it, and bring home so wonderful souvenirs too.
Lately I've been feeling frustrated, antsy, on edge. Its been like I'm grasping something just out of reach. Do you know that feeling? Your right there, stretching, reaching, you can almost touch it, fingertips are grazing the edge of it and, and, and, . . . nothing. Then last week I saw a pin on the all consuming, ever addicting Pinterest that showed a very sad picture, had a sadder description and at the bottom of it said something like, "God please break my heart for what breaks Yours". The pin was heartbreaking, it left me with feelings of guilt about my wastefulness, heartache for those who have less then nothing and exactly what you would expect one to feel.
"God break my heart for what breaks Yours". This stuck with me. At first I thought about the typical things that anyone would think about after seeing that especially at this time of year. I felt a little glutinous, materialistic, selfish. I was ready to sell it all, set out and serve however God said to! Then real life intruded and I thought OK I cant sell out and do whatever but ,
what can I do?
What am I suppose to be doing?
What am I missing?
Stretching, reaching, still not grasping anything.
So very frustrated!!!
I just wanted to scream!
In my head I'm yelling at God, crying out to Him in frustration
"WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME!! JUST TELL ME!!"
Let me suggest something to you, do not yell to or at God unless your ready for him to be blunt with you. If you have kids or deal with kids or deal with adults that act like kids then you know that moment when you move from holding on to nice and just tell them what's what with no sugar coating. It's not painful but it's not really pleasant either, but then the truth rarely is!
God broke my heart for what was breaking His.
Me.
I was breaking His heart.
My lack of everything was breaking His heart. God showed me that my feelings of frustration were His. I'm right there in my walk, so close but just, . . . He's reaching, stretching, frustrated, so close, just grazing the edge of me with the tips of His fingers then, . . . nothing.
I have been leaving God with nothing.
So I'm taking a journey, a spiritual journey. I'm making an effort to lay on my face daily before God, to seek Him in each moment, to look for ALL opportunities to be His hands and feet, to teach my children to do the same. I'll seek His word, will, and heart daily. No longer lip service. We're going to experience true service and less serv"us". I know I'm going to mess up. I know I'll miss step. I know more then once on this trip He will look at me and say "Angela!! Really???" and that's OK. I'm not Jesus so He knows I'm not perfect. I'm not suppose to be.
I've decided to take you on this trip with me. God showed me that when I share my mistakes and His victories that He is glorified. So pack a bag and enjoy the ride!
It started out as a solo trip but I'm dragging the family along as well praying they'll enjoy it, and bring home so wonderful souvenirs too.
Lately I've been feeling frustrated, antsy, on edge. Its been like I'm grasping something just out of reach. Do you know that feeling? Your right there, stretching, reaching, you can almost touch it, fingertips are grazing the edge of it and, and, and, . . . nothing. Then last week I saw a pin on the all consuming, ever addicting Pinterest that showed a very sad picture, had a sadder description and at the bottom of it said something like, "God please break my heart for what breaks Yours". The pin was heartbreaking, it left me with feelings of guilt about my wastefulness, heartache for those who have less then nothing and exactly what you would expect one to feel.
"God break my heart for what breaks Yours". This stuck with me. At first I thought about the typical things that anyone would think about after seeing that especially at this time of year. I felt a little glutinous, materialistic, selfish. I was ready to sell it all, set out and serve however God said to! Then real life intruded and I thought OK I cant sell out and do whatever but ,
what can I do?
What am I suppose to be doing?
What am I missing?
Stretching, reaching, still not grasping anything.
So very frustrated!!!
I just wanted to scream!
In my head I'm yelling at God, crying out to Him in frustration
"WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME!! JUST TELL ME!!"
Let me suggest something to you, do not yell to or at God unless your ready for him to be blunt with you. If you have kids or deal with kids or deal with adults that act like kids then you know that moment when you move from holding on to nice and just tell them what's what with no sugar coating. It's not painful but it's not really pleasant either, but then the truth rarely is!
God broke my heart for what was breaking His.
Me.
I was breaking His heart.
My lack of everything was breaking His heart. God showed me that my feelings of frustration were His. I'm right there in my walk, so close but just, . . . He's reaching, stretching, frustrated, so close, just grazing the edge of me with the tips of His fingers then, . . . nothing.
I have been leaving God with nothing.
So I'm taking a journey, a spiritual journey. I'm making an effort to lay on my face daily before God, to seek Him in each moment, to look for ALL opportunities to be His hands and feet, to teach my children to do the same. I'll seek His word, will, and heart daily. No longer lip service. We're going to experience true service and less serv"us". I know I'm going to mess up. I know I'll miss step. I know more then once on this trip He will look at me and say "Angela!! Really???" and that's OK. I'm not Jesus so He knows I'm not perfect. I'm not suppose to be.
I've decided to take you on this trip with me. God showed me that when I share my mistakes and His victories that He is glorified. So pack a bag and enjoy the ride!
Saturday, September 22, 2012
Brylee's Offering
Well she did this on Tuesday and today (Saturday) I looked up at the mantel where they were and noticed my lillies were dying. They were starting to look pretty sad, but Jesus's lillies still looked beautiful! Amazing even though I don't know why I'm amazed! Even the lillies of the field know who their Creator is. They know we serve a MIGHTY GOD and they too want to glorify Him with their beauty.
Luke 12:27
27 Consider the lilies, how they grow: they neither toil nor spin,[a] yet I tell you, even Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these.
Psalms 96:9
Worship the Lord in the splendor of holiness;[a]
tremble before him, all the earth!
Sunday, June 24, 2012
Oh My Gosh!!! Watch That Potty!!!
Now that Brylee is potty trained we have a plethora of funny potty stories. I try not to share too many of these but today's story was over the top funny!
We went to lunch at Ryan's today and of course B needed to use the bathroom. She thinks she has to use the bathroom at every place we go! So we go to the restroom and it has a self flushing potty. Those of you that know B know she's scared of these ever since the one at Walmart flushed while she was still sitting on it. FYI a great friend told me to put a post it note on the sensor. I didn't have that post it note today! So at Ryan's it flushed on her. Again. She flies of the potty screaming "Oh My Gosh! Oh My Gosh! Oh My Gosh! (Pointing at the toilet and throwing her arms out wide) Did you see that? Oh My Gosh! OMGOsh! What that potty do?! OMGosh!!
I on the other hand was laughing so hard I almost fell over! After I got control of myself I told B to wait because I needed to use the restroom. ( you have to watch her, she'll open the door on you!) She then warns me " You be careful mom, Oh My Gosh! Be careful! Watch that potty! Oh My Gosh!Watch it!!"
Now you know Brylee is not a quiet child so this whole conversations was extremely LOUD! She was squealing every single word! (She gets that from Dean!) I know people were standing there laughing at this. The looks we got when we walked out of the restroom were interesting!
We went to lunch at Ryan's today and of course B needed to use the bathroom. She thinks she has to use the bathroom at every place we go! So we go to the restroom and it has a self flushing potty. Those of you that know B know she's scared of these ever since the one at Walmart flushed while she was still sitting on it. FYI a great friend told me to put a post it note on the sensor. I didn't have that post it note today! So at Ryan's it flushed on her. Again. She flies of the potty screaming "Oh My Gosh! Oh My Gosh! Oh My Gosh! (Pointing at the toilet and throwing her arms out wide) Did you see that? Oh My Gosh! OMGOsh! What that potty do?! OMGosh!!
I on the other hand was laughing so hard I almost fell over! After I got control of myself I told B to wait because I needed to use the restroom. ( you have to watch her, she'll open the door on you!) She then warns me " You be careful mom, Oh My Gosh! Be careful! Watch that potty! Oh My Gosh!Watch it!!"
Now you know Brylee is not a quiet child so this whole conversations was extremely LOUD! She was squealing every single word! (She gets that from Dean!) I know people were standing there laughing at this. The looks we got when we walked out of the restroom were interesting!
Tuesday, June 19, 2012
Mousecapades & Hee-Haw
Today's blog isn't a sweet inspirational word from our Lord. Nope instead it's a peek into the craziness that I call my life! Have you ever had one of those days that at the end of it your laying in bed looking up to the Lord and in your head (cause if it was out loud your husband would know your crazier then he originally thought) you ask God "Did today have a purpose or was it simply for entertainment value?" I'm starting to think that when they need a good laugh in heaven they simply turn to our channel and watch my family unfold like an episode of Hee-Haw!
Yesterday started as any other day, Brylee running around like a crazy person, me yelling like a banshee at Jenna and Parker. By the way those two are now doing their own laundry. I am finished digging out or washing clean clothes that they are to lazy to put away so they throw them back into the dirty clothes because "Hey mom will never notice!". REALLY!!! Sorry chased a rabbit! All in all it was a fairly good day. Clean a little, read a little, clean a little, read a little, wash some dishes (dishwasher thinks it might kill over but I'm going with cpr there) cruising through what is turning out to be a drama free day when Brylee strikes!
Just a FYI nothing gets permanent marker off walls. That's right folks PURPLE permanent marker all over her wall and her sheets. S--I--G--H--!!!!! Brylee's defense, " I draw you a petty picture momma!" So we wash bedding and hang it out on the line cause Dean still hasn't changed the belt in my dryer yet and it still sounds like "womp, womp, womp"! The rest of the night we deal with the normal B stuff, jumping into the crib and landing face first on a hard toy, breaking into Parker's room and playing with the scissors, empty our own potty spilling pee EVERYWHERE. Ya know typical B, until I go to bed. Now it gets interesting. (Really did you just go there!)
I go to my bathroom to pee before bed and don't turn on the light. (Rabbit) I ALWAYS turn on the light. I have this fear of a snake being in the toilet. I saw it in a movie once and happen to know someone that this happened to. Could you imagine a real snake coming out of the toilet while your using it?!!! But I was tired and just wanted to pee and go to bed. I sit down and hear a scratching sound. No there's nothing in the toilet BUT a mouse fell into the tub next to me. Scared the daylights out of me. I jump up with my pj pants around my ankles fall into the door wake up Dean trying not to squeal like a little girl and wake the kids. Telling him there is something big in the tub! That's when he told me it was a little mouse. We live on a hobby farm with fields all around there is no avoiding mice. Now I ask you this what good is it to have 5 stupid cats running around this joint if they're not killing mice?!! I then tell him I don't want to know how he disposes of it just to handle it! I hide under the blankets, covering my ears and humming to myself so I won't know a thing! We're going with the hear no, speak no, see no motto here. Don't ask, don't tell! Now I'm laying in bed thinking it was a easy day right up until the very end. I imagine my Father setting on His thrown looking down and thinking "Now that was an entertaining way to end My day!"
Yesterday started as any other day, Brylee running around like a crazy person, me yelling like a banshee at Jenna and Parker. By the way those two are now doing their own laundry. I am finished digging out or washing clean clothes that they are to lazy to put away so they throw them back into the dirty clothes because "Hey mom will never notice!". REALLY!!! Sorry chased a rabbit! All in all it was a fairly good day. Clean a little, read a little, clean a little, read a little, wash some dishes (dishwasher thinks it might kill over but I'm going with cpr there) cruising through what is turning out to be a drama free day when Brylee strikes!
Just a FYI nothing gets permanent marker off walls. That's right folks PURPLE permanent marker all over her wall and her sheets. S--I--G--H--!!!!! Brylee's defense, " I draw you a petty picture momma!" So we wash bedding and hang it out on the line cause Dean still hasn't changed the belt in my dryer yet and it still sounds like "womp, womp, womp"! The rest of the night we deal with the normal B stuff, jumping into the crib and landing face first on a hard toy, breaking into Parker's room and playing with the scissors, empty our own potty spilling pee EVERYWHERE. Ya know typical B, until I go to bed. Now it gets interesting. (Really did you just go there!)
I go to my bathroom to pee before bed and don't turn on the light. (Rabbit) I ALWAYS turn on the light. I have this fear of a snake being in the toilet. I saw it in a movie once and happen to know someone that this happened to. Could you imagine a real snake coming out of the toilet while your using it?!!! But I was tired and just wanted to pee and go to bed. I sit down and hear a scratching sound. No there's nothing in the toilet BUT a mouse fell into the tub next to me. Scared the daylights out of me. I jump up with my pj pants around my ankles fall into the door wake up Dean trying not to squeal like a little girl and wake the kids. Telling him there is something big in the tub! That's when he told me it was a little mouse. We live on a hobby farm with fields all around there is no avoiding mice. Now I ask you this what good is it to have 5 stupid cats running around this joint if they're not killing mice?!! I then tell him I don't want to know how he disposes of it just to handle it! I hide under the blankets, covering my ears and humming to myself so I won't know a thing! We're going with the hear no, speak no, see no motto here. Don't ask, don't tell! Now I'm laying in bed thinking it was a easy day right up until the very end. I imagine my Father setting on His thrown looking down and thinking "Now that was an entertaining way to end My day!"
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