Saturday, October 31, 2009
Man...
Looking back over some of my old blog posts makes me feel embarrassed, disappointed, and even a little depressed. Sheesh.....
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
MMMM-MMMM... bread!.
Cinnamon raisin bread is delicious. It is even more delicious when you hand make it yourself!
Monday, October 26, 2009
Birthday Boy!
Happy 30th honey! I'm so blessed to have seen the tail end of your teens, all of your 20's, and now your 30's with you! I love you!
Monday, October 5, 2009
Brian and his illness
OK. First off, thanks to all my family, friends, siblings in Christ, or whatever else it is you call yourself in relation to us, for all the prayers. They are greatly appreciated and we love you all the more for them!
Now onto updating everyone as quickly as possible.
Brian got home from the ER at about 2 this morning. Apparently there is a rare bacteria that tuna (and all firm fish for that matter) can carry. Seeing as how Brian eats a lot of tuna I guess he was at a higher risk for getting it, and he did. This bacteria is a type of histamine that makes you sick similar to the way food poisoning would. So when we took Brian to the doctor on Friday, she prescribed 3 medicines to help control all those symptoms. But since he didn't have the food poison problem she prescribed the meds for, they just made him worse. The ER monitored him for a long time and gave him a shot of benadryl last night and that helped him immensely. He's still not back to normal though, so continued prayers would be appreciated. He has a docs appointment at 2:45 today and hopefully we can get him back up and running soon.
Lift us up in prayers. Not only is it not cool to be sick, but it's disrupting many things. Brian's job especially and my school included in the long list. So please pray for speedy recovery and the ability to get back on track ASAP! THANK YOU ALL!!!
Now onto updating everyone as quickly as possible.
Brian got home from the ER at about 2 this morning. Apparently there is a rare bacteria that tuna (and all firm fish for that matter) can carry. Seeing as how Brian eats a lot of tuna I guess he was at a higher risk for getting it, and he did. This bacteria is a type of histamine that makes you sick similar to the way food poisoning would. So when we took Brian to the doctor on Friday, she prescribed 3 medicines to help control all those symptoms. But since he didn't have the food poison problem she prescribed the meds for, they just made him worse. The ER monitored him for a long time and gave him a shot of benadryl last night and that helped him immensely. He's still not back to normal though, so continued prayers would be appreciated. He has a docs appointment at 2:45 today and hopefully we can get him back up and running soon.
Lift us up in prayers. Not only is it not cool to be sick, but it's disrupting many things. Brian's job especially and my school included in the long list. So please pray for speedy recovery and the ability to get back on track ASAP! THANK YOU ALL!!!
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
Things I don't want to forget
Whether they annoy me, anger me, please me, make me laugh, or cry. I never want to forget certain things.
Like my kids.
How Alice changes her clothes a million times a day, even down to her undies.
How Dylan laughs hysterically when he farts, even when it makes people mad. He even does it in his class without a care of what people will think. (I love that he doesn't care what people think!)
Or how when Dylan's trying to be sweet his pronunciation softens and his words aren't as crisp.
The way Lincoln grins ear to ear without ceasing when my niece Savanna is around.
And how nothing compares to a bubble bath for Alice.
I don't want to forget how Alice sings when she's happy. Loudly repeating in sing song verse the thing that has pleased her!
Or how Dylan thinks because I like to read so much, I should be a good writer. Assuming that the practice of one, attributes to the ability of the other.
And the way Linky already has the bashful act down pat.
I don't even want to forget how Dylan is the epitome of mopeiness. He is my little Eeyore.
Or how Alice gets so sassy and puts her hands on her hips and yells at you when you tell her to do something she doesn't want to.
Or the way Dylan and Alice fight with one another. Proof that sibling rivalry has no age limit!
And my husband.
I don't want to forget the way that he pouts over his artistic ability. Refusing to acknowledge how good he is just because he isn't as good as the professional artists. Call it humbleness or sulkiness... I just don't want to forget it.
Or the way he picks on me to the point that he has me so mad at him that I just can't help but laugh. He is a relentless little sucker!
Or how he will do this goofy baby talk thing when I'm pouting just to get me to smile.
And many other things he probably wouldn't like me to put on here. :)
And my friends and other family members.
The way my best friend, Heather, has all kinds of crass pet names for me. It's hard to keep up with them all through the years. I hope I never forget them.
Or how my sister, Amber, is such a clever smart-ass. Most people never get to see how silly she is. It makes me happy that I do.
Or my brother in law, Stephen, how despite the fact that he sometimes keeps both feet in his mouth at all times, is one of the most caring, honest people I've ever known. I don't want to forget that I can always count on him for the truth.
My dad and the way he sings while playing his guitar when he thinks no one is listening.
My step-mom, Ann, and her brutal humor. She can be so funny and mean all at the same time. I love it!
Also, Ann's hugs. As time passes I seems to get less of them. But she has the best ones.
My Aunts, C and L, how goofy and whimsical their thoughts are. They think the craziest things and say even crazier.
My cousin, Tish, how she's always been a hair dresser. Sometimes I forget the days of pre-teendom and the feathered bangs and heavy make-up all so she could take our homemade glamor shots.
My girls. Rachel, and how she is so funny about people. I'm just glad I'm one of the "good ones" in her opinion. And Marissa, I never want to forget your future husband, a black, red-headed, Englishman. One day your prince will come. lol!
So much in life is taken for granted. Even the things that annoy us. The things we wish were different, about ourselves and others. I have so many memories, but not enough storage space. I hope I never forget the little things about the people I love. I hope I can think more often about these little things and let them shape me. It's always been about the small stuff for me. But so often the big stuff barges in and over-shadows all the small, that I start to forget these things that matter most. The little impressions people leave behind. What makes me love someone isn't so easily defined. It's built of a million tiny anecdotes, flaws, smiles, arguments, changes, discoveries, jokes, and so on. Defining why you love someone is as easy to do as explaining what makes up someones personality.
I'm realizing that all the things that make a person are not often appreciated equally. Somethings need to improve or change, like my kids attitudes, but instead of fighting them, maybe I should accept them as they are and enjoy the journey of changing, and encouraging one another to be better. And the qualities that I love, like my husbands silly youthfulness, is so often undervalued because of circumstances that I might be causing it to slip away a little bit everyday. I never want to forget the little things that help me define or remember so much about the ones I love. They, after all, help define me in a lot of ways. And if I can't remember what I value in them, is it any wonder that I struggle to keep a grip on me?
Like my kids.
How Alice changes her clothes a million times a day, even down to her undies.
How Dylan laughs hysterically when he farts, even when it makes people mad. He even does it in his class without a care of what people will think. (I love that he doesn't care what people think!)
Or how when Dylan's trying to be sweet his pronunciation softens and his words aren't as crisp.
The way Lincoln grins ear to ear without ceasing when my niece Savanna is around.
And how nothing compares to a bubble bath for Alice.
I don't want to forget how Alice sings when she's happy. Loudly repeating in sing song verse the thing that has pleased her!
Or how Dylan thinks because I like to read so much, I should be a good writer. Assuming that the practice of one, attributes to the ability of the other.
And the way Linky already has the bashful act down pat.
I don't even want to forget how Dylan is the epitome of mopeiness. He is my little Eeyore.
Or how Alice gets so sassy and puts her hands on her hips and yells at you when you tell her to do something she doesn't want to.
Or the way Dylan and Alice fight with one another. Proof that sibling rivalry has no age limit!
And my husband.
I don't want to forget the way that he pouts over his artistic ability. Refusing to acknowledge how good he is just because he isn't as good as the professional artists. Call it humbleness or sulkiness... I just don't want to forget it.
Or the way he picks on me to the point that he has me so mad at him that I just can't help but laugh. He is a relentless little sucker!
Or how he will do this goofy baby talk thing when I'm pouting just to get me to smile.
And many other things he probably wouldn't like me to put on here. :)
And my friends and other family members.
The way my best friend, Heather, has all kinds of crass pet names for me. It's hard to keep up with them all through the years. I hope I never forget them.
Or how my sister, Amber, is such a clever smart-ass. Most people never get to see how silly she is. It makes me happy that I do.
Or my brother in law, Stephen, how despite the fact that he sometimes keeps both feet in his mouth at all times, is one of the most caring, honest people I've ever known. I don't want to forget that I can always count on him for the truth.
My dad and the way he sings while playing his guitar when he thinks no one is listening.
My step-mom, Ann, and her brutal humor. She can be so funny and mean all at the same time. I love it!
Also, Ann's hugs. As time passes I seems to get less of them. But she has the best ones.
My Aunts, C and L, how goofy and whimsical their thoughts are. They think the craziest things and say even crazier.
My cousin, Tish, how she's always been a hair dresser. Sometimes I forget the days of pre-teendom and the feathered bangs and heavy make-up all so she could take our homemade glamor shots.
My girls. Rachel, and how she is so funny about people. I'm just glad I'm one of the "good ones" in her opinion. And Marissa, I never want to forget your future husband, a black, red-headed, Englishman. One day your prince will come. lol!
So much in life is taken for granted. Even the things that annoy us. The things we wish were different, about ourselves and others. I have so many memories, but not enough storage space. I hope I never forget the little things about the people I love. I hope I can think more often about these little things and let them shape me. It's always been about the small stuff for me. But so often the big stuff barges in and over-shadows all the small, that I start to forget these things that matter most. The little impressions people leave behind. What makes me love someone isn't so easily defined. It's built of a million tiny anecdotes, flaws, smiles, arguments, changes, discoveries, jokes, and so on. Defining why you love someone is as easy to do as explaining what makes up someones personality.
I'm realizing that all the things that make a person are not often appreciated equally. Somethings need to improve or change, like my kids attitudes, but instead of fighting them, maybe I should accept them as they are and enjoy the journey of changing, and encouraging one another to be better. And the qualities that I love, like my husbands silly youthfulness, is so often undervalued because of circumstances that I might be causing it to slip away a little bit everyday. I never want to forget the little things that help me define or remember so much about the ones I love. They, after all, help define me in a lot of ways. And if I can't remember what I value in them, is it any wonder that I struggle to keep a grip on me?
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
My birthday girl!
Today Alice turns 3. I can't believe it. She's becoming such a big girl w/ an even bigger attitude. I love my sassy little gal. Happy Birthday Alice!
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