...Merry CHRISTmas.
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Thursday
Tuesday
"Need"le I say more?
I have been sewing my little heart out Рcannot post evidence as I have been making Christmas presents, of course. This afternoon I came home, after a short day of taking care of pregnant mommas, and decided (for the second day in a row) that I would defer the homework and sew Рsew Рsew. I found the design I wanted to appliqu̩, picked my thread colors РI was beyond thrilled to have a relaxing evening in the sewing room.
Greer comes in there to hang out with me – aweee, momma and daughter time, she doesn’t “get” sewing but she loves scissors (just ask her self-made bangs). I gave her “her” scissors – some scraps and ‘a-cutting she went. Mark came in to check on us – she tried to convince him that it was “her” sewing room – they laughed in harmony.
After the machine is good and going on its own – Greer asks for juice; her and I venture towards the kitchen. I get out the apple juice, get her cup out of the dishwasher, pour the juice, put the lid on it – turn around to hand it to her…she is gone.
I round to corner into the sewing room – she immediately goes into her “I sorry – I sooorry – III SOOORRRRY” act – the machine is beeping and the screen is reading “reload thread” – she is dead meat! I scold her and send her to her room – do not pass go, do not collect 200 dollars – all you moms out there get my point!
While trying to rethread the machine, I notice that the needle has broken off…ughhhhh. I head to the kitchen to get my purse – don’t ask why I have my sewing needles in my purse – it just is. Greer comes to the kitchen – still whining and offering her apologies. I look at her – her finger is bleeding. I ask her, “Did the needle stick you? Good, maybe you’ll leave momma’s stuff alone from now on”. To which she says with those beautiful blues rolled to the top of her eye sockets – “Momma, I have a big owieee” A closer look reveals a sewing machine needle in one side clear through to the other side of the index finger on her right hand – oh my!
Trip to the ER – 2 sets of x-rays – needle removal times 2 (once for each piece, since it broke during insertion) – surgeon consultation for remaining piece of needle clinging to the bone – a prescription of antibiotics for 14 days - a popsicle red in color to make it all better – a follow-up appointment to the surgeon’s office to recheck metal fragment in 1 week and a $150 copay on the way out the door.
If it’s not chaos – it’s not my life. “Need”le I say more?
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Greer comes in there to hang out with me – aweee, momma and daughter time, she doesn’t “get” sewing but she loves scissors (just ask her self-made bangs). I gave her “her” scissors – some scraps and ‘a-cutting she went. Mark came in to check on us – she tried to convince him that it was “her” sewing room – they laughed in harmony.
After the machine is good and going on its own – Greer asks for juice; her and I venture towards the kitchen. I get out the apple juice, get her cup out of the dishwasher, pour the juice, put the lid on it – turn around to hand it to her…she is gone.
I round to corner into the sewing room – she immediately goes into her “I sorry – I sooorry – III SOOORRRRY” act – the machine is beeping and the screen is reading “reload thread” – she is dead meat! I scold her and send her to her room – do not pass go, do not collect 200 dollars – all you moms out there get my point!
While trying to rethread the machine, I notice that the needle has broken off…ughhhhh. I head to the kitchen to get my purse – don’t ask why I have my sewing needles in my purse – it just is. Greer comes to the kitchen – still whining and offering her apologies. I look at her – her finger is bleeding. I ask her, “Did the needle stick you? Good, maybe you’ll leave momma’s stuff alone from now on”. To which she says with those beautiful blues rolled to the top of her eye sockets – “Momma, I have a big owieee” A closer look reveals a sewing machine needle in one side clear through to the other side of the index finger on her right hand – oh my!
Trip to the ER – 2 sets of x-rays – needle removal times 2 (once for each piece, since it broke during insertion) – surgeon consultation for remaining piece of needle clinging to the bone – a prescription of antibiotics for 14 days - a popsicle red in color to make it all better – a follow-up appointment to the surgeon’s office to recheck metal fragment in 1 week and a $150 copay on the way out the door.
If it’s not chaos – it’s not my life. “Need”le I say more?
Any Questions?
Sunday
Friday
Monday
And God said, Let there be light…
Despite all the hustle and bustle associated with this time of year – I am enjoying time with my friends and family. I have utterly enjoyed shopping for special gifts – if you know me, you know that giving from the heart is essential to my being. I ordered Christmas cards – the kids helped and it was so much more fun that way. Greer prefers singing Happy Birthday to Jesus as opposed to traditional Christmas songs – at least she has the meaning in her heart – that is what is most important around here. Jackson is excited about the project at school where the children are bringing gifts and necessities for children less fortunate than they – he has a giving spirit kinda like an angel on Earth. My Love…he is the same – Mark carries the Christmas spirit all year long – loving, giving, helping – he is a blessing to our family. So many happy memories surface during this time of year – some harder to swallow than others after the loss of my Daddy in March – but those memories will remain, nonetheless. We are blessed and I am reminded why this time of year is said to be filled with magic.
And there was light.
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And there was light.
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Wednesday
Run Lindsey Run
I set a goal and I didn’t succeed – While I have a million reasons why this particular goal fell “below the line” – I’m still utterly frustrated.
My life is a rather complex textile (surely you all have figured that out by now) – work, school, kids, hobbies (from time to time), volunteering - obligations galore. My priorities shift like the winds where some days I am easygoing seeking adventure and other days I wish I had remembered to blink and breathe.
I’m always ready to take on whatever comes my way, which I might add was something I had to learn to do – it took much effort – it was worth it! I take the bull by the horns, give 110% and succeed just as I had planned with whatever I have set my mind to do. I vowed to succeed as I made it through nursing school, marital trouble, debt, my son’s cancer – I hate to let others down – but this time I let ME down. I know that there is no certainty attached to success and if it were guaranteed, how much of a challenge would it be after all? Would there be any value in the success?
So, it’s a must – a 5K is in my near future and half marathon shortly after that. I have been combing the internet looking for a run that is near and dear to my heart – while I did not run last Saturday in the St. Jude half marathon as I had planned – I know that my spirits were dampened by Jackson’s poor MRI report and my time was limited by almost 250 required clinical hours and teaching school – among 5,000 other things – I will start training again – I will find “the” event – I will participate – I will succeed.
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My life is a rather complex textile (surely you all have figured that out by now) – work, school, kids, hobbies (from time to time), volunteering - obligations galore. My priorities shift like the winds where some days I am easygoing seeking adventure and other days I wish I had remembered to blink and breathe.
I’m always ready to take on whatever comes my way, which I might add was something I had to learn to do – it took much effort – it was worth it! I take the bull by the horns, give 110% and succeed just as I had planned with whatever I have set my mind to do. I vowed to succeed as I made it through nursing school, marital trouble, debt, my son’s cancer – I hate to let others down – but this time I let ME down. I know that there is no certainty attached to success and if it were guaranteed, how much of a challenge would it be after all? Would there be any value in the success?
So, it’s a must – a 5K is in my near future and half marathon shortly after that. I have been combing the internet looking for a run that is near and dear to my heart – while I did not run last Saturday in the St. Jude half marathon as I had planned – I know that my spirits were dampened by Jackson’s poor MRI report and my time was limited by almost 250 required clinical hours and teaching school – among 5,000 other things – I will start training again – I will find “the” event – I will participate – I will succeed.
Any Questions?
Thursday
As Anne Taintor would say...
I love these and I KNOW that each of us can can relate to at least one(some of us more)...
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Tuesday
When one becomes two...
Several decades ago the average American family remained together, enduring all that came their way – today children that grow up with a two parent family or even their biological parents intact are the minority. While I believe in marriage and all that it stands for, I too believe that there is a time and place for divorce – in other words – I have “been there done that”.
Not only am I divorced but I am also the product of a broken home – my parents divorced when I was 12 after separating on and off from the time that I was born. My mom always said that it is better to come from a broken home to live in one – I agree with that statement whole heartedly – not all people do.
Is it better to come from a broken home or to live in one? While this question can lead to quite the discussion – no matter which side of the fence you stand on – your children will carry a lesson away from the situation. Some argue that if you leave, you are teaching your children that when things get tough it is okay to bail and run the other way – I see it as, some things just cannot always be patched up and that we are all deserving of a life filled with peace and happiness. I feared that by staying in my first marriage I was teaching Jackson that fighting was part of marriage – I feared that he would grow up to be a “fighter” – never knowing the peace and happiness that he deserved so much.
The negative effects of divorce come when the parents (just one or both) continue to hold grudges and let their anger flare – they often resort to lying and magnifying the “other” parent’s faults while minimizing that parent’s positive points. It is just not fair to the children. They are left in the middle of a tug of war – which is usually where the mud is – who wants to hang out there?
Parenting through divorce is difficult (to say the least) however, although some times are harder than others – for the most part, Jeremy and I have accepted each other’s differences, kept Jackson in a pretty regular routine, learned to communicate without fighting (for the most part)and learned to respect each other’s position as the “other” parent. I can’t help but agree with Helen Rowland, “When two people decide to get a divorce, it isn't a sign that they "don't understand" one another, but a sign that they have, at last, begun to.”
Any Questions?
Not only am I divorced but I am also the product of a broken home – my parents divorced when I was 12 after separating on and off from the time that I was born. My mom always said that it is better to come from a broken home to live in one – I agree with that statement whole heartedly – not all people do.
Is it better to come from a broken home or to live in one? While this question can lead to quite the discussion – no matter which side of the fence you stand on – your children will carry a lesson away from the situation. Some argue that if you leave, you are teaching your children that when things get tough it is okay to bail and run the other way – I see it as, some things just cannot always be patched up and that we are all deserving of a life filled with peace and happiness. I feared that by staying in my first marriage I was teaching Jackson that fighting was part of marriage – I feared that he would grow up to be a “fighter” – never knowing the peace and happiness that he deserved so much.
The negative effects of divorce come when the parents (just one or both) continue to hold grudges and let their anger flare – they often resort to lying and magnifying the “other” parent’s faults while minimizing that parent’s positive points. It is just not fair to the children. They are left in the middle of a tug of war – which is usually where the mud is – who wants to hang out there?
Parenting through divorce is difficult (to say the least) however, although some times are harder than others – for the most part, Jeremy and I have accepted each other’s differences, kept Jackson in a pretty regular routine, learned to communicate without fighting (for the most part)and learned to respect each other’s position as the “other” parent. I can’t help but agree with Helen Rowland, “When two people decide to get a divorce, it isn't a sign that they "don't understand" one another, but a sign that they have, at last, begun to.”
Any Questions?
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