since I last wrote anything???
Oops!
What have I been doing, you might ask? Well, I wish I knew!!
Hopefully I'll do a better job of updating...
Monday, November 14, 2011
Saturday, June 11, 2011
Old Men Make Me Smile. :)
I just had quite the encounter at WalMart (yeah, I know, its where everything exciting happens in Siloam Springs), and I just have to share it!
I had just finished up a walk and was sweaty and gross but needed some things to make dinner. So I rushed in to the store, pushing my buggy too fast, hitting a few corner displays, occassionally cutting people off, and knocking down any stray children who weren't hurried along by their parents fast enough...ok, so that last part isn't true. (But I felt like ramming a few unattended wild ones!) As I was tossing things in the buggy, I paused-just for a second-trying to decide which honey to buy when this old, little man, who must have been close to 90, says, "Excuse me, but can you help me?" My inner monologue at that point went something like this: Great. I'm gross and want to go home. What could you possibly need help with? It's peanut butter. Choose creamy or crunchy and call it good. If you can't decide, just get both. But instead I smiled and said, "Sure!"
The old man proceeded to ask me about the whipped creamy peanut butter versus regular creamy peanut butter, I gave him my opinion (buy the regular creamy), picked up the nearest thing of honey, and got ready to push off. But he just kept standing there. Smiling and looking at me, and talking about everything that came to his mind. He told me of his most recent adventure of moving to California to live with his daughter, but he stayed only a few weeks and decided to come back to Siloam because she "just didn't have time for him, since she's really busy with work". He told me of his experience with a horrible moving company that took some of his stuff, and how he expected people to be honest and never do something like that. He shared that his wife passed away, and he lived alone, and he was starting all over in a new duplex that he really liked. He told me about his hobbies and that he didn't know how to cook. In fact, he told me most of his stories twice (I think he was a bit forgetful)! I bet I stood there listening to him in the peanut butter aisle for 20 minutes. He was just so happy to have someone to talk to, someone who would listen. Then when he was finished talking, he reached over and gave me the most frail, sweet hug and told me he enjoyed our visit. :) Then he said, "I sure hope I see you again." And smiled and waved as I pushed off, a little slower this time.
This sweet little old man touched my heart!! I certainly hope I see him again. I'm sure I could if I wanted to, since he gave me his address (taped to the front of his checkbook cover) and phone number (on his big ole Jitterbug cell phone) before he pushed off.
I think I'll start by writing him a letter.
I had just finished up a walk and was sweaty and gross but needed some things to make dinner. So I rushed in to the store, pushing my buggy too fast, hitting a few corner displays, occassionally cutting people off, and knocking down any stray children who weren't hurried along by their parents fast enough...ok, so that last part isn't true. (But I felt like ramming a few unattended wild ones!) As I was tossing things in the buggy, I paused-just for a second-trying to decide which honey to buy when this old, little man, who must have been close to 90, says, "Excuse me, but can you help me?" My inner monologue at that point went something like this: Great. I'm gross and want to go home. What could you possibly need help with? It's peanut butter. Choose creamy or crunchy and call it good. If you can't decide, just get both. But instead I smiled and said, "Sure!"
The old man proceeded to ask me about the whipped creamy peanut butter versus regular creamy peanut butter, I gave him my opinion (buy the regular creamy), picked up the nearest thing of honey, and got ready to push off. But he just kept standing there. Smiling and looking at me, and talking about everything that came to his mind. He told me of his most recent adventure of moving to California to live with his daughter, but he stayed only a few weeks and decided to come back to Siloam because she "just didn't have time for him, since she's really busy with work". He told me of his experience with a horrible moving company that took some of his stuff, and how he expected people to be honest and never do something like that. He shared that his wife passed away, and he lived alone, and he was starting all over in a new duplex that he really liked. He told me about his hobbies and that he didn't know how to cook. In fact, he told me most of his stories twice (I think he was a bit forgetful)! I bet I stood there listening to him in the peanut butter aisle for 20 minutes. He was just so happy to have someone to talk to, someone who would listen. Then when he was finished talking, he reached over and gave me the most frail, sweet hug and told me he enjoyed our visit. :) Then he said, "I sure hope I see you again." And smiled and waved as I pushed off, a little slower this time.
This sweet little old man touched my heart!! I certainly hope I see him again. I'm sure I could if I wanted to, since he gave me his address (taped to the front of his checkbook cover) and phone number (on his big ole Jitterbug cell phone) before he pushed off.
I think I'll start by writing him a letter.
Saturday, May 21, 2011
What I think I've figured out...
Most of you know, I'm a control freak. And if you don't know that about me, you haven't travelled with me. :) I'm a list-maker, a rule-follower, a clean-freak, and a stringent Type-A personality-girl. And it works for me!! It might drive everyone else bonkers, but, hey, I stick to my routines, regardless!
I'm going to go ahead and just say it: I've struggled a LOT with control lately. There are days when I feel like everything is completely out of my control, where medications and procedures are concerned. And they are. That's super hard for me. There have been days when I've been so anxious, so full of dread and fear of the things I'm about to start (all of the shots and different medicines) that I drove myself crazy. I've done over-the-top research on all the possible side effects of the medications to the point where I was super fearful to even look at the boxes of them...yeah, it makes me sound crazy, I know. I think you're getting the picture: I'm an emotional hot-mess!
I've thought a lot about two verses this week:
"I know the plans I have for you," declares the Lord. "Plans to prosper you, not to harm you." (Jeremiah 29:11)
TRUST in the Lord with all your heart, and lean not on your own understanding. In all your ways acknowledge Him, and He will direct your paths.
I've said them over and over and over and over. To the point where I believe them. I mean, I've always believed them, but now I really believe them. They're meant for me. And I know it.
On the way home from the doctor Thursday, my sweet Mama had to remind me, God is in control. Then yesterday I checked my email and saw a message that Sarah, my sister in law, sent to me. It was about a devotional that she had just read and felt like she needed to share...this path is not what I would have chose, but its God plan, He will hold my hand and help me through it. It hit me like a ton of bricks. Man, it fit right in with the thought that was just beginning to form in my mind (one that should have formed a long time ago, but I guess 33 years late is better than never): trust!!
So, maybe this is a lesson in TRUST. Trusting that this the path that God has chosen for me, so that I can learn to trust that He always has a plan for me (even if its not the plan I have in mind). Trusting that He is going to keep me safe and healthy. Trusting that others can help me, and its OK to rely on them (in this case, the doctors and all the medicines). Trusting that He is going to bless me and Michael beyond what we could ever imagine. Trusting that He is in control...not me.
I'm going to go ahead and just say it: I've struggled a LOT with control lately. There are days when I feel like everything is completely out of my control, where medications and procedures are concerned. And they are. That's super hard for me. There have been days when I've been so anxious, so full of dread and fear of the things I'm about to start (all of the shots and different medicines) that I drove myself crazy. I've done over-the-top research on all the possible side effects of the medications to the point where I was super fearful to even look at the boxes of them...yeah, it makes me sound crazy, I know. I think you're getting the picture: I'm an emotional hot-mess!
I've thought a lot about two verses this week:
"I know the plans I have for you," declares the Lord. "Plans to prosper you, not to harm you." (Jeremiah 29:11)
TRUST in the Lord with all your heart, and lean not on your own understanding. In all your ways acknowledge Him, and He will direct your paths.
I've said them over and over and over and over. To the point where I believe them. I mean, I've always believed them, but now I really believe them. They're meant for me. And I know it.
On the way home from the doctor Thursday, my sweet Mama had to remind me, God is in control. Then yesterday I checked my email and saw a message that Sarah, my sister in law, sent to me. It was about a devotional that she had just read and felt like she needed to share...this path is not what I would have chose, but its God plan, He will hold my hand and help me through it. It hit me like a ton of bricks. Man, it fit right in with the thought that was just beginning to form in my mind (one that should have formed a long time ago, but I guess 33 years late is better than never): trust!!
So, maybe this is a lesson in TRUST. Trusting that this the path that God has chosen for me, so that I can learn to trust that He always has a plan for me (even if its not the plan I have in mind). Trusting that He is going to keep me safe and healthy. Trusting that others can help me, and its OK to rely on them (in this case, the doctors and all the medicines). Trusting that He is going to bless me and Michael beyond what we could ever imagine. Trusting that He is in control...not me.
Sunday, May 15, 2011
Sundays
Have I ever mentioned how much I love Sundays? Well, I do!
I love drinking coffee while watching CBS Sunday Morning.
I love going to church.
And I love coming home and spending time with my family.
Pretty simple...I love Sundays.
I love drinking coffee while watching CBS Sunday Morning.
I love going to church.
And I love coming home and spending time with my family.
Pretty simple...I love Sundays.
Thursday, May 5, 2011
Needle-phobe, that's me!
This shouldn't come as news to anyone: I hate needles. I'm not talking dislike, I'm talking about all out hating, loathing, immense fear of the shiny, silver vampire-like structures.
Today, Michael and I went to Tulsa for an appointment. I knew they were going to teach me how to give myself a shot...and I've mentally prepared myself for giving myself A shot every day. But I found out a have to give myself 3 each day....3 SHOTS! And to make matters worse, Michael has to be able to give me one in the muscle (aka, my rump, not sure that's the most muscular location on my body, but whatever) for about 10 weeks...this is going to be a pain in my rear, literally.
It was a tad bit embarassing when I popped out in sweat in front of the nurse and other people learning to do the same thing. She stopped talking to the group and asked if I was OK a couple of times. I must've been looking a little pale, or maybe it was just that I was sweating profusely in an air-conditioned room, or it could've been that I was laughing nervously at inappropriate times. Who knows...
Anyway, I'm open for volunteer shot givers...anyone? anyone?
Today, Michael and I went to Tulsa for an appointment. I knew they were going to teach me how to give myself a shot...and I've mentally prepared myself for giving myself A shot every day. But I found out a have to give myself 3 each day....3 SHOTS! And to make matters worse, Michael has to be able to give me one in the muscle (aka, my rump, not sure that's the most muscular location on my body, but whatever) for about 10 weeks...this is going to be a pain in my rear, literally.
It was a tad bit embarassing when I popped out in sweat in front of the nurse and other people learning to do the same thing. She stopped talking to the group and asked if I was OK a couple of times. I must've been looking a little pale, or maybe it was just that I was sweating profusely in an air-conditioned room, or it could've been that I was laughing nervously at inappropriate times. Who knows...
Anyway, I'm open for volunteer shot givers...anyone? anyone?
Sunday, May 1, 2011
Cheerleader!!
I'm thrilled to report: Paige gets to cheer again for the Siloam Springs Panthers!
I can't wait to watch the squad with Paige as a 9th grader. It doesn't seem possible that she will be a high-schooler next year. Wow!
Thursday, April 21, 2011
Easter Humor
This makes me smile.
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