Saturday, December 22, 2007

Gotta Make This Quick

We're still alive; we've just been super-busy. I'm taking advantage of Matthew's (and James') nap right now so at least I have a few minutes to write and collect my thoughts.
It's random, but here's what's been going on in the last couple of weeks:

1. Christmas shopping is DONE!!!! (I can hear the choir of angels in the background!)

2. Work has been okay: not too busy, but not too slow. I've been working on archives a good bit in the last few weeks, so that's been consuming much of my time there.

3. Tom Tancredo has dropped out of the 2008 election. :( I was very upset when I heard he would be holding a press conference; I knew nothing good could come from that and I was right. Maybe next time????

4. I feel like a cow. I've never seen so much chocolate in my whole life. I go to work and there's chocolate; I come home and there's chocolate that someone sent home with James. Then I'm stupid enough to make truffles just because I haven't made them in a while. There's chocolate everywhere. Someone needs to come over and eat all of this dang fudge.

5. I'm now on a quest to find the best chicken salad recipe.

6. I'm also very much enjoying the quiet and stillness of this very moment. It's really nice.

In closing, I'd like to leave you with the lyrics from my favorite Relient K song. Just in case I don't have a chance to write again, the words of Matty T. are all I need to remind myself of the true meaning of Christmas. I think it sums up the season perfectly:

"I Celebrate The Day"
And with this Christmas wish is missed
The point I could convey
If only I could find the words to say to let
You know how much You've touched my life
Because here is where You're finding me, in the exact same place as New Year's eve
And from a lack of my persistency
We're less than half as close as I want to be
And the first time
That You opened Your eyes did You realize that You would be my Savior
And the first breath that left Your lips
Did You know that it would change this world forever
And so this Christmas I'll compare the things I felt in prior years
To what this midnight made so clear
That You have come to meet me here
To look back and think that
This baby would one day save me
In the hope that what You did
That you were born so I might live
To look back and think that
This baby would one day save me
And I, I celebrate the day
That You were born to die
So I could one day pray for You to save my life

Wednesday, November 28, 2007

So thankful

So blessed.... so thankful

Well, it seems that this is about a week late, but I guess it's never really too late to speak of God's love, provision, and grace in my life. We had a wonderful, busy, stuffed, yummy, and enjoyable Thanksgiving. I am so ASHAMED to admit, though, that I didn't stop-even though I had every intention to- and reflect on the many things God has done for me. Some are huge, some will seem a little silly, but I'm thankful nonetheless. Here's my list in whatever order it pops into my head:

1. My Matthew. He's everything to me. I'm thankful for that smile, those eyes, that amazing laugh, the excitement in his face, his kisses, his love, and everything in between. He's my baby and my life and whatever pet name I decide to randomly use.

2. My James. I'm so blessed that God put my soulmate in my life at an early age. I was 16 when James and I met. We started dating in 1997 (which means we might as well be "an old married couple") and married in 2002. I'm so grateful for my husband, my best friend, my other everything. God blessed me with a wonderful, Godly man. I love him more than words can say.

3. My family.

4. The health care industry. No matter how much it gets on my nerves when I deal with stupid people, at the end of the day, I'm a part of something important and significant and although I'm underpaid...aren't we all... I am appreciated. I say I want out of health care, but I'm pretty darn good at what I do, so maybe it's not so bad. Sure, health care feeds my family, but it also takes care of us. We've been so blessed to have good doctors taking care of us in the last few years. I'm thankful God put the right people in place for us and I'm thankful that those people-the doctors, nurses, and admin staff- have enough passion to take care of us when we need it.

5. Being at home. I'm such a homebody. I'm so thankful for those days that I can just be home with my family being a mommy and a wife. God gives me Saturdays and Sundays to keep me sane. I really believe that.

6. Our home.

7. Good tv. I know it sounds trivial, but I've always got background noise. I don't have time to read much anymore, but I can listen to what's on tv while I'm trying to clean, do laundry, play with Matthew, etc. I'm thankful for the shows that make me an informed citizen, entertain me, teach me, and everything in between. Gotta have my Food Network, Glenn, Playhouse Disney and my misc. documentaries.

8. Writing. I've always been writing something. As old-school as is sounds now, I even have three journals full of random entries much like any one of these blogs. I've always done this. I used to say I was going to be a journalist. Ha! That was back when I said I didn't need or want a family life. That's just not who I am anymore. I was born to be a mom and a wife. Even though I don't get to do it but once or twice a week now, I'm thankful that I have time to write. It gives me a chance to verbalize what I'm thinking, even if no one reads or cares.

9. Unanswered prayers. Bring it home, Garth. The whole concept of that song is a great reminder that God ultimately knows what is best for my life. Oh how different things would be...not in a good way... His ways are not like mine. I'm really thankful for that.

10. My church! I love Bethel. It's home and it's family. I'm so glad God blessed us with wonderful friends, support, love, and encouragement.

11. My God, My Father. I'm so thankful for His love, provision, and continuous blessings upon my life. I'm thankful for my Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ. I'm thankful for the sacrifice He made so that I may live eternally.


Sunday, November 18, 2007

I'm not in hiding...

Just living life. Not a whole lot to mention here. Here's a quick rundown:

1. Matthew had a great check up last week. All is extremely well, except for his left ear. It seems that, despite the tubes, there is potential infection. This infection was pretty much confirmed last night. I thought we were done with the ear infection thing, but it seems that fever, snotty nose, lots of ear drainage, etc. are leading me to believe that we will soon be on antibiotics again.

2. Speaking of that sweet baby, he's just more and more amazing each day. Seriously, I'm so thankful that God blessed us with Matthew. I'll never be able to express how much he's changed our lives and I'm a better person for having him in my life.

3. Um, kind of tired of the ER and blood pressure issues (not mine), but that's a whole other time and place. We're on the verge of being a sodium free household, but I guess that's not such a bad thing. Blasted exercise. I knew we wouldn't be able to avoid it much longer...

4. Getting ready for Thanksgiving. I'm looking forward to it. I love being able to drop whatever's going on throughout our hectic lives and just spend time with our families. Also, trying to finalize what I'm bringing to the various Thanksgiving shindigs we'll be attending.

5. Still trying to get a concept of Christmas gifts together in my mind.
Well, I guess that's pretty much it. I need to feed Matthew and fold some laundry. Oh, and, not to be pushy, but I hope to goodness you've got your voter registration taken care of for the upcoming elections. For the love, be a voice. It's your chance to speak up for what you believe in. If you're not so sure what that is, you've still got a few months to figure that out. Oh, and, Tancredo 2008. (This concludes my soapbox portion of this entry.)


Wednesday, November 7, 2007

My favorite bounty hunter

Well, I've never really tried to hide the fact that I'm all about some Dog the Bounty Hunter. I can watch it all night long, over and over again. I find that it really enhances my laundry folding experience at least once or twice a week. Some people are surprised to find that I'm a Dog fan, although I'm not really sure why.

Dog, Dog, Dog. I certainly don't use the infamous "n-word" myself; really, I'm 100% confident that you've never heard me say that. About all you'll be able to scrape up on me is crap, freakin, sucks, and a certain "s-word" that seems to come out of my mouth ONLY when I'm in a car accident (I've been a passenger in 3 and I've said it each time). Anyway, enough about me. Dog, you just can't say that. I know it's not right that it's only offensive if a white person says it, but I can't change that. I fervently believe that it's equally as racist to throw a flippin fit about it because a white person said it when at least 50% of rap songs throw it around like it's nothing.

Anyway, I'm already going through Dog withdrawals. It's just not right. We say that we're a society all about forgiveness, but that's crap. It doesn't matter how much good you do if you're a Christian; society-especially this idiotic left wing media circus- is waiting for you to fall. I hope I'm wrong, but I don't think it matters how much Dog asks for forgiveness or how much counseling he attends. It probably won't matter who he befriends because the damage is done. They caught the Dog at a weak, private moment and they're all eating it up.

I don't know what goes on in his private life; it's not my business. However, I think it's the most freakin ridiculous thing that someone can be destroyed over a single word used in a PRIVATE phone call. It sucks so bad that his son sold him out to a stupid tabloid. They live to destroy people. I think it's getting a little Nazi Germany in this country when someone can be yanked off the air for something that was said in a private phone call. What's next? Are you going to implant chips in our heads that tell us what to think? Will I be arrested for thinking this sucks?

I'm don't agree with what he said, but, holy crap, where's the grace and forgiveness that everyone has needed before? (I can feel my blood pressure climbing as I type this!) Back when the Imus controversy was brewing, I heard the Thought Police himself, Rev. Al Sharpton say that, in private, he knows he says things about other races that he knows he shouldn't say. I heard it on Glenn Beck. The only difference here is that no one ever taped him. Dog got caught doing something that, albeit is wrong, that pretty much EVERYONE has done at least once or twice.

Don't get me wrong, I honestly, with all my heart, refuse to say that I'm even a little racist, but every non-white person I work with reminds me on a daily basis that I'm ONLY where I am because I'm white. I get reminded all the time that no one cares about who I am or how qualified I am, I'm only where I am because I'm white. I'm just saying it's hard to not let that get to you and not build up a defense to it. It's not easy being white in a politically correct world. I may get some nasty feedback about this stuff, but it's true.

Now, back to my initial point, put my Dog back on A & E! I truly believe he's sincerely sorry for the things he said and the people he hurt. Now would be a super time to exercise the old philosophy that everyone's human and everyone deserves a second chance. Get the transcript from and think for yourself. They were trying to betray him. Dog, I wish you a speedy recovery. I miss you already.

(Geez, my blood pressure can't be good right now.)

Sunday, October 28, 2007

You're next...

I'm feeling better for the most part; not 100% better, but I'm on the way.

Not so much for James; it hit him around lunch time today. I would also like to add that even though I love him very much, he's such a big baby when he's sick! I know, I know, he can't help it...

...or Drew; he also has it now and has probably shared it with the Richardson and Nichols clan. Chris needs to watch out too. I've heard reports that he's already had the virus, but he personally hasn't confirmed it yet.

It's not a pleasant virus. You may be next! Wash those hands.

It's coming to get you!

This nasty stomach virus is serious business! It's coming after you! Hide (and sanitize) while you still can. After Matthew came down with it Tuesday night, I thought I would be in the clear. I must commend my white blood cells (they're currently under attack by Adam and Niki, as well as the virus); they usually take care of me. I get exposed to so much nasty junk at work, no pun intented, that it would blow your mind and I never get sick.

That just goes to show you what kind of virus this is. If my white blood cells can't defend me from it, then no one is safe. I've lost 7.2 pounds in 28 hours.

Also worth mentioning, because of the aforementioned virus, it seems that we won't be traveling to the Relient K and Switchfoot concert in Mobile tomorrow night. Bummer. No Mommy and Daddy trip just yet.

Later... and don't forget to wash your hands and keep yourself sanitized! It really is coming after you, especially if you've been anywhere near us.

Saturday, October 6, 2007


Bronchitis, that is. For those not in any kind of medical field, 466.0 is the ICD9 code for bronchitis. It seems that 466.0 is the culprit for my Matthew coughing all night long and sounding like an irate rhinoceros. At least we finally know that we're not just being paranoid and that there really was cause for concern. We'll give the antibiotic and the albuterol some time to work. I feel like he'll be fine by Monday.

Because of this 466.0, I've watched way too much tv in the last few days! Lot's of Playhouse Disney (Matthew's fav), lots of Discovery Health, lots of Noggn, lots of ABC Family, and TONS of Food Network on demand.

Anyway, believe it or not, I'll actually be glad to get back to work Monday. Don't get me wrong, I'd much rather be with my little man, but I hate going back to work after I've been out. I feel like it takes me two weeks to catch up from being out. I'd rather just get everyone's mess cleaned up from when I was gone and get it over with. Anyhow...I guess that's it for now. COA heads out for their show in Tennessee in just a few hours; I guess I need to make sure they're good to go.


Grrrr! I was almost finished and I mistakenly closed the tab before I posted it!
The summary: We're alive, we've just been busy chasing Matthew around and watching VeggieTales SingAlongs. Also, especially since I just lost everything I wrote, I will choose not to go into detail about a certain Iranian dictator and my thoughts on his visit to my country. I will also decline to comment on the Jena Six controversy, but that doesn't mean I'm not paying attention.

I'm also trying to stop saying "sucks" and "freakin'." The mom in me doesn't want those to be Matthew's first words. Something along the lines of "applesauce" or "ducky" would be more appropriate. Let's see...what else... I guess that's it for now. I've got more laundry to do before I go to bed.

PS: I think we're almost out of the Anti-Narnia, emotionally and literally speaking.

Monday, September 10, 2007


...was bittersweet. Matthew and I started off the day by attending Adamsville Baptist's Homecoming (my home church). James missed the service, but was able to join us for lunch and fellowship. Anyway, I always love going back there. It's the place that God used to make me who I am today. It seems that my perspective changes each time I go back. Maybe it's just because I'm getting older. It's surreal to sit there with my husband and my son and absorb the memories that were created there. It was my village; it's how I became me. God used countless people there to to teach me the beauty of God's love, the beauty of Christian love, and how to love. I'm very blessed to have had people like that to shape me.

Last night, however, was totally different. It wasn't a "bad" night, but it just wasn't an easy night. James asked me to pray with him several months ago about his future as youth minister. Honestly, I was scared to death and so uncomfortable with the thought of leaving. After months of prayer and discussion, we feel God leading us down a different path. James turned in his resignation last night and announced that he feels God's call to make Coming of Age his ministry focus.

It was so hard. I had to use one of Matthew's burp cloths as a make-shift handkerchief. It's not easy knowing that people are crying because of a decision you've made. We LOVE Bethel. We love everyone that God has brought into our lives through Bethel. I can't imagine Bethel not being "my church." James ends his role as youth minister at the end of the month; we'll still be around though. I don't think we could stay away for too long.

This decision to "leave" was so much harder than last time. You are the reason it's not easy. We love you and I'll never be able to fully express the impact Bethel has made on our lives. You were there for us when Matthew was born three months early. You were the ones lifting us up, reminding us it was going to be okay. You took us in, just like we had been there all along. You held us. You showed us what the family of God was supposed to be like. We tried not to show it, but we came from our last ministries so broken and hurt. You reminded us of the purity and sincerity of God's love. You were the backbone of this season of our lives. I think we needed you more than you needed us.

Thank you, Bethel. You taught us to love and be loved again. God used you to heal us. We'll never be far away.

Tuesday, August 28, 2007

It's so hot...still

I think we're living the in the AntiNarnia. Who's going to save us? Is it going to be hot forever? Will we ever see winter again? I'd settle for fall. At least I'd know the end is in sight.

Random Stuff

Okay, there are a couple of things worth mentioning here:
1. Matthew saw the ENT doc today. We're scheduled for tubes next week. We're relieved for him; the ear infections really have been rough for him. Last night was yet another night that he cried all night long. It was pitiful. Matthew and I didn't actually fall asleep until 3:45 this morning.

2. On that note, since we don't have to get up with him at night much anymore, I forgot my old tv lineup. They've changed all of my 2 AM staples. It seems that I ended up watching Dog, Glenn Beck, Unwrapped, House Hunters, King of the Hill, and random cartoons here and there. The good news is that I caught another showing of Typhoid Mary on PBS. I highly suggest watching it if you get the chance. It's more than I ever wanted to know about Typhoid in the Bronx.

3. James and I both (finally) got hair cuts. Whew!

4. I'm praying that we-meaning James- cuts the grass soon. It's starting to look like we don't live here anymore. I keep seeing all of these commercials about the air quality in Jefferson County. Those commercials remind us of things like lawnmowers, cars, etc. that are harmful to the environment around us. I just keep telling myself, like the campaign slogan says, that we're "doing our share for cleaner air." I can't push that too much longer. It's wearing thin.
I guess that's it for now. Later.

Monday, August 13, 2007

Fired my doctor...

This was big for me. I'm so bad when it comes to confronting any kind of issues, but sometimes you just have to take things into your own hands. This could be long, so I'll see what I can do to shorten it.

We liked Dr. Stone; we really did. I'm not a needy patient anyway, so it takes a good bit to get me irritated. This only came about because my annual exam is right around the corner and I knew I needed to get it scheduled. I decided to go with a new doc because it's been made very clear that I'll be high risk next time I'm pregnant (which should be many moons from now). I chose to go with a UAB doc because of the high risk situation and, even though that doesn't matter right now, I thought it would be good to be established with someone before the first little thought of baby 2 comes into the picture.

Anywho, I requested a copy of my ENTIRE medical record from Dr. Stone. Naturally, I thought that would be good to have since my pregancy with Matthew was so complicated. Get this, there was nothing (NOTHING) in the record that even mentioned that I had Matthew at 28 weeks. Nothing about premature delivery at all, nothing mentioned about spontaneous delivery, nothing but my stinking blood pressure and weight from each visit. What the crap? Should that not have been charted?

Anyway, I'll get over it. That just makes me feel even better about my decision to go with someone else. Dr. Stone wasn't horrible, but I always felt like I didn't even have an OB when I had Matthew. Well, if you look at the records, I didn't.

Life goes on...

Tuesday, August 7, 2007

Please pray...

Here's something I'd like all of you to remember as you pray: our friend Beth and her family really needs your prayers right now. Please pray for comfort, healing, and just for God to be with her and her family right now.

You've may have heard us mention one of our youth ministry friends named Beth before. She lives in the Huntsville are and we know her through Youth Specialties and through YMX. Anyway, Beth and her husband had their daughter, Sarah Beth, a month before Matthew was born. She was also premature and did time in the NICU so it was nice to have someone close by who could relate to what we were experiencing.

They were expecting again, but this time, a little boy. I just found out she had him on August 4 and he was still born. They named him Bryan Luke. Please keep this family in your prayers. They need to feel God's touch right now.

Friday, July 27, 2007

Oops! (Matthew's First Haircut)

Well, it seems that we aren't so good at haircutting. We tried to do a little trim on the bangs last night and let's just say that it went downhill from there.

We were bad parents and actually sent him out in public looking like Lloyd from Dumb and Dumber today. Luckily, we didn't take any before pictures to document the traumatic experience.

The good news is that Judy at Teasers is awesome and she fixed our mess after we picked him up from daycare this afternoon. My little man now has a straight-up boy haircut. It's cute and it's fixed! Whew!

Monday, July 23, 2007

Matthew's latest trick

Oh, it's so funny. It really is. He has learned to clap and "cheer" when he hears applause. This "cheering" can range from him saying, "Ahh" while the clapping occurs to squealing while he claps. Regardless of which variety, it's so flippin' great! He's currently enjoying "Are You Smarter than a Fifth Grader" and clapping along with the audience. You should be here.

Wednesday, July 18, 2007

Undecided 2008's what I'm debating right now: Do I go Republican or Democrat in the next presidential election? First of all, let me CLEARLY say that I'm NOT a Democrat. In fact, I would be offended if you called me one.

However, it's common knowledge that Republicans, as a whole, are not have the best week ever (LOL, I watch too much VH1 ....No one? I'm the only one that laughed?) Seriously, the Republican point of view is not so popular these days. Do I care? Certainly not. I've never cared if someone didn't like my political views. My reason for pointing out the lack of popularity in the Republican party is that I really don't think we've got a remote possibility of keeping a Republican in office when the next election rolls around. Am I impressed by any of the Republican candidates? Only one, Tom Tancredo, and I'm sad to say that he doesn't have a chance. Romney, Giuliani, Fred Thompson and McCain are the only ones the media even acknowledges.

So...not that I really think I can "waste" my vote, but would I be better off to vote for the single Democrat that I can tolerate (using that term lightly) since he actually has a chance or do I stay true to my Republican roots and vote for someone for the sake of staying Republican? Maybe, just maybe, if I push John Edwards through the primary, I can avoid the disaster waiting to happen if Obama or Hillary get the nod. I guess I'm looking at it this way: there's pretty much no way a Republican is going to be elected, so if I'm going to have a Democrat as my president, I think John Edwards is the lesser of three evils.

Ugh. I just don't know. I resent the fact that I'm even having to consider alternate voting strategies. Anyway, that's what I'm thinking (and praying) about right now. At least I've got some time to figure out what I'm going to do. I just know that Obama or Hillary (or the combined ticket they could eventually announce) will be so hazardous to our already shaky ground as a "Christian" nation. Let's get out the hand baskets.

Gotta make this fast...

It's time for random topics again!

1. Matthew's eye surgery went very well. He was even back at daycare yesterday. What did you expect? We knew God had it under control!

2. That little Bear gets sweeter everyday! Seriously, I'm not making it up. That smile lights up the room. :)

3. My stinking place of employment blocked this page too. That means no more blogging at work, not myspace blogging, blogger blogging, or any form of blogging. Keep in mind that I only started this blog when they blocked myspace earlier this year. I had to find some way to blog again. I would just like to say that it's starting to look a little red around here (red, meaning communist). Some might say that I don't get paid to blog or myspace and that these computer Nazis have the right to restrict access on anything they want. WRONG! No, I don't get paid to blog, but it's not like I do it all day long. Obviously, from my lack of posting, I don't do it nearly enough. I only do it at work during my lunch. I fervently believe that, as long as ethics aren't in question, I should be able to blog at lunch!!!!!! I'm thinking of sending an indignant email to the Nazis, but I can't decide if that's going to make it worse. What if they decide to take away all sites that can't be deemed work-related? That would suck even more.

4. I've got more, but I need to go for now. It's time to get that sweet little Bear in bed.


Wednesday, July 4, 2007

Bless his bones (and his eyes)

We finally know what's up with Matthew's gooey right eye. Keep in mind that it has drained on and off for over a year now; it started back while he was in the NICU. It would always come and go usually as the weather changed.

Over the last two weeks, it has gotten worse than it's ever been. James and Matthew went to see Dr. Metz (his pediatric opthamologist) yesterday. Dr. Metz confirmed what several other people had mentioned to us: Matthew either has a blocked or narrow tear duct. They won't be able to tell which one until they do the surgery on the 16th. It's not a major surgery or anything, just outpatient, but pray for my little Bear anyway. He's still going to be poked, annoyed, and under anesthesia. If a rose by any other name is still a rose, then surgery is still surgery.

It probably wouldn't hurt to pray for my nerves while your at it.

Saturday, June 30, 2007

I have no words (at least no nice ones)

Could have mentioned this earlier, but I chose not to. Anyway, long story short, James came across his personnel file at work yesterday. He wasn't snooping, but it was not with the rest of the files, it was in a random drawer and he happened to need something out of that drawer. There was no reason for it to have been in that drawer and no one around, so...he opened it and...

The only thing worth mentioning is that his former "supervisor," if you will, gave him a bad reference. How sucky! You may know this already, but it took James forever to find a part-time job once we left our old ministries. Seriously, it took a year to find something. James worked at our last church for five years. James worked his butt off and then some! Sure, we weren't in it for money or recognition, but you've got to keep in mind that he (we) served our last church with all of our hearts for five years and they only paid us $10,000/year. I can't believe this former "supervisor" would have the flippin' nerve to say "he has a knack for looking like an unmade bed." That was actually written in the margins from where James' current supervisor called to check the reference.

First of all, not that he looked like an "unmade bed," but even if he did, he couldn't afford to dress like a flippin' southern gospel quartet member. $10,000 only goes so far when you have to pay rent, utilities, eat, etc. I just find myself being more and more disappointed by our former pastor. How he can stand in the pulpit and claim that James and I would always be like his own children, yada yada, and flip the switch totally once we left and moved to Bethel, I'll never know. He was my pastor for 13 years and I though I could trust him. I thought I could believe the things he said and that he actually believed in us. What a joke! I'm not sure why, but I still find it hard to believe that he and SOME of his family members are so fake.

I guess we should have seen it coming since he never even once checked on Matthew while he was in the NICU for 57 days. After all, this is the same man that told some of our former youth group that we wouldn't want them to visit us.

I'm really not mad, irritated, or anything about the bad reference, but it's pretty interesting to think that all the jobs James didn't get in the last year could have been because Fro gave him a bad reference. The nicest thing he said about James was that "he is capable with the computer." Gee, thanks. Seriously, we're still getting back on our feet from that lack of income for so long. I shouldn't be, but I'm so stunned that he couldn't even find one nice thing to say about James. James was a faithful, dedicated, and hardworking part of Fro's ministry team that put up with a ton of crap. After all, it was ministry and you don't just quit when someone gets on your nerves. You put up with things because you're serving and not working. I wish I could ask Fro about the trillions of times James had to cover for him because the church was the last thing on his mind. What about that? He just decided he was done with us when we stood up and said we weren't interested in being puppets.

I'm not mad. I'm just disappointed, again, in the man who claimed he loved us as much as his own daughter. What a big fat joke. I do take comfort in the fact that I'm not even upset. I guess I'm finally getting over all of the hurt and exhaustion that we left behind in Fultondale.


Random catching up

Overall, I'm in a good mood. I haven't really had time to myspace in a while so I have to play catch up once a week or so. Everything has gotten back to normal again; I'm still behind on laundry, but for the most part, life is good.
I racked up at bunco Monday night! I won two of the three prizes! How fun! I've had a good time being a part of this group.

I had a good time with our GA girls last Wednesday night. I got the honor of filling in for their teacher while she was out. I also was given the opportunity to "lead" our Sunday School lesson last week. I really enjoyed that, but I still have issues when it comes to "teaching" adults since I was in children's ministry for so long. Oh how I love my Sunday School class, but I guess that's another time and place... Really, the class is so uplifting! You should come! Geez, I love my church!

I'm singing tomorrow for the first time since we left our last ministries. At this point, I won't say I'm nervous, but it feels really surreal since I haven't done a solo of any kind since Matthew was born! My recent singing bouts have been limited to Wiggles and VeggieTales covers, so you can see how this is a little different.

Lastly, I thought I would mention this: like usual, just when I start getting comfortable again, a little statement comes along and starts getting me all uneasy inside. We all know that change isn't easy, especially when you AREN'T looking for it. Well, I haven't talked about this much even with my family (somethings are meant to be on the DL for a reason) but I recently got a nice promotion which I'm very thankful for. I feel great about the way things are shaping up at work and I haven't felt "great" about work in a long time. We've just hired a new NP, whom I adore, and a new head nurse (haven't really met her yet) and we've got one last slot to fill. Anyway, we were walking through WalMart last night and ran into a friend and did some catching up with her. Anyway, long story short, she mentions that she's now doing research and I make the comment that I was in research before I transferred to my current department. After doing some talking, she urged me to send my resume to her.

Now, could I do that job? Sure. I have no doubt. Would I like it? Sure. Do I think anything would come of it? Probably not. Do I want to leave my current job? Not really. Do I owe it to myself to at least try? Probably. I'm honestly not looking around at all. I just think it's ironic that I get nice and comfortable again and even the simple statement, "please send me your resume" is enough to turn my world into a whirlwind. That's a stretch, I'll admit it, but I just don't know if I'm going to send it or not.

Anyway, I think we're meeting the Stallion for lunch and it's 12:40. I need to look better than this if I'm going out in public. Later...

Sunday, June 10, 2007

Are You Talking To Me?

So, I've been really trying to make myself find time for Bible study this last week. I've been really convicted about the lack of study and quiet time in my life. I've also been dealing with the fact that I haven't really been involved in ministry for more than a year now. Between last week's Sunday School lesson and today's, I feel like I've been hit with a ton of bricks.

I'm trying to give the summarized version here, so be patient if it gets a little complicated: I'm busy and I deal with the same things as all other busy moms. Between housework, work, Matthew, and everything in between, it's hard to find time for a shower sometimes, much less time to study anything. That's just my life now. I love it. I'm not complaining about that and I'm really not even trying to use it as an excuse, but I just struggle with setting aside time for quiet time. Even as I type this, all 23 pounds of my sleeping Matthew are poured over me because he won't let me put him down. It's just hard to find time for myself.

One of the topics last week's lesson covered was the difference between casual Christians, cultural Christians, and committed Christians. Without getting into each of those definitions, in all honesty, I had to define myself as right smack in between cultural and committed. It bothered me. For the most part, (that's the key phrase here) I do everything right. I'm faithful in church attendance; I'm involved. I know the Sunday School answers to any question you could ask. I witness (not as often as I should), but I honestly feel like anyone who even knows me as an acquaintance can tell you that I have Christ in my life. The only thing that kept me from being able to say I'm a committed Christian was the fact that I don't study my Bible or have quiet time each day.

That was tough to accept. I even started to justify my lack of quiet time with my hectic life, but I can't even justify it. I've just gotten out of my routine and I've got to get back. It's that simple. When I wanted to let myself off the hook and still say I'm a committed Christian I started thinking of my committed relationship with my husband. Am I committed to James? Without a doubt. Do I talk to him each day? Yep. Do I spend time with him each day? Yes again. Would I be okay with the direction our relationship is headed if I didn't spend time with him and talk to him each day? I'd be terrified!

That's what it took for me to accept that it's not okay to skip the quiet time with God. I need His Word. Fast forward to this week: I had my quiet time 5 out of 7 days this last week. That wasn't even 7/7 and I already feel better about it. When I was studying my Sunday School lesson for this morning, I was having a tough time applying it to my life. It was about obedience. Arrogantly, I honestly went into class this morning thinking that this wasn't even something I struggle with. I even said that out loud! How foolish am I? It didn't even hit me until the actual church service that this stinking lack of quiet time for the last year has been disobedience.

Anyway, I also needed a specific line from the sermon to bring it all home for me: "In order to enrich your relationship with God, you must serve Him." I needed that. I've been thinking for a few months now about my place in music ministry and children's ministry. I finally realized that I'm just going to have to jump in and see where I can be used. I spoke with one of our GA teachers and it turns out that one of the other volunteers is out for the summer. God has opened that door for me to help in that class. I've also volunteered to be a sub for the GA classes. I'm teaching VBS, and, gulp, I bought a new track to sing. I haven't done any kind of music (other than singing to Matthew) since we left our last ministries.

I'm glad I'm jumping in. I needed that line from the sermon. It was assurance that I'm on the right track. I feel good about my relationship with God. I feel better than I have in a long time. I was even reminded (by my SS teacher who doesn't think she's the right teacher for us) that I've got to constantly focus myself on God's will for my life. I've got to focus on His will and the grand scheme of things. I had forgotten to ask myself, "Is this in God's will for me?"

I've rambled on and on, but I'm feeling good about things. Well, I've got to go. Pray for my Bear (and me) tomorrow! It's his first day of daycare.

Thursday, June 7, 2007

So much to do...(and deal with)

It's looking like it's going to get really busy again! There really is quite a bit going on right now. I feel like I'm once again in "calm before the storm" mode.

First of all, my Bear starts daycare on Monday!!!!!!! Oh, you can't even imagine the flood of emotion involved in this. I am completely happy with our daycare decision so it has nothing to do with that. I know he'll be okay once he gets used to it, but he's gotten so clingy lately. Even the church nursery has been rough this last few times. He's fine as long as I'm with him, but if I even get up to wash my hands, he starts crying because he thinks I'm leaving him. I know he'll be fine; really, I know it's good for him to have some Independence. However, I'm not overly excited about this transition period.

Secondly, my PartyLite candle party is Monday night! I'm excited! It's going to be so much fun! Let me know if you plan to attend. You'll be glad you did.

Thirdly, VBS is only a few weeks away. I'm gearing up for my kindergarten class. I know it will get here soon enough, but I'm kind of anxious for it to get here already.

Anyway, work has been really hectic so that's one more area of my life that's been busy. I'll be okay and I'm holding up well, but I would welcome the opportunity to relax again. Later...

Tuesday, May 29, 2007

MMR Vaccine

So....I'm not knocking vaccines. I do think they're important and a blessing, but it's really not cool that Matthew is in the 5% that actually get the viruses that the vaccine is supposed to combat. Now, logic tells you that if you are being injected with live strains of Measles, Mumps, and Rubella, there's at least a chance (that's where that 5% comes in) that there could be some consequences involved.

Well, last week we had Measles and, after our visit to Midtown today, we now have Rubella. He's okay, he's just spotty. The worst part of it was on Saturday when he was so fussy. Combine that with the fever and the rash, and it just makes for a lousy Saturday.
Anyway, we'll get through it. I suppose I should expect things like this. He never has been one to follow the laws of Western Medicine. He seems to have his own way of doing things.

Well, Matthew is paging me. Later....
BTW: just tried V8 for the first time. I'm not a fan.

Tuesday, May 15, 2007

Matthew's 1 Year Checkup

Let me just start by saying that God is so good! I know I use the phrase "we've come a long way" too much, but it's so true! A year ago, Matthew weighed 3 pounds and was 16 inches long. He was hanging out in his temporary home, the incubator, wearing the jaundice shades with tubes and wires coming from every direction. We knew that he would be fine, but we also knew it would be a long road.

Fast forward to today's checkup: Matthew is a hair shy of 23 pounds and 29 inches long! He's in the 50 percentile for both, which makes him perfect. (I didn't need a chart to tell me he's perfect. LOL!) Anyway, after this can of formula runs out, my little boy graduates to whole milk. (Although my checkbook is excited, I'm not sure I'm ready for this step.) His pediatrician went down her list of one year milestones and was able to check most of them off. He's doing so well and she was more than thrilled with his progress. Also, keep in mind that she's going by his chronological age, not his corrected age. (Chronologically, Matthew is one year, but corrected he is only 9 months.) How awesome!

Thank you so much to everyone who has prayed for our baby! If you ever needed an example of God's provision and love, just look at my Matthew. He's our miracle and evidence that God hears His children when they pray.

What a weekend!

What a weekend! It's hard to believe it's over already. Of course, the main events were Matthew's party, his dedication, and Mother's Day. Hopefully I'll be able to get my pics uploaded and edited pretty quickly.

Matthew's very first birthday party went very well...especially when you consider how many babies and tots were there. We had five babies under one year old and five under five years. I thought all of our little ones tolerated the event rather well. One interesting thing to mention is that Matthew hated the birthday cake. He hated the taste of it, he hated having it on his hands, and he hated the production of it. He wasn't a fan of the whole "cake thing." In his defense, he was in desperate need of a nap at this time and he just wasn't into being the center of attention. We ended up having 37 people there...and we only invited family. It didn't seem like that many people at the time, but when you write it down, that's the number you get. Our family has really expanded since we've married and had kids!

Moving along, Matthew's baby dedication was Sunday morning. It was so great! The whole experience was really nice and I'm glad we were able to do it. Matthew was pretty well behaved, but I thought it was pretty funny that he was trying to grab the flowers that were on display. I was tempted to let him play with them, but Baptist in me knew that some little lady on the decorating committee was probably having a hissy fit. (After five years in ministry, I learned that little ladies get rather vicious when you mess with floral arrangements.) It was also great that so many of our family members were able to come. Nana (my mom), Drew, Ganna (Gale), Granny, and Glenda all came to share that moment with us.

Although it was super busy, my first non-NICU Mother's Day was really nice. Matthew and James made a card for me. Don't tell James, but I think Matthew did most of the work. They called it "Mommy Day" on the card; I love it! Anyway, after lunch with my mom, Drew, James, and Matthew, we were able to hang out with the Copeland/Carroll/Roan crew for a while. It was nice to spend time with everyone and just hang out. The most memorable thing to me was all of those babies crawling around Granny's floor. It was quite a sight to behold.

Well, I've got to go...Later.

Friday, May 11, 2007

My Bear

So, it's my little Bear's first birthday. We've come a long way in one year! He literally amazes me.

Ganna (I'm not sure how we decided to spell that) watched Matthew last night so James and I could go to a Dave Ramsey seminar. I had a good time and found it really helpful, but I couldn't keep my mind off of my Bear. As soon as we got in I found myself walking to his room just to look at him. There he was, in all his glory, with his sweet little butt up in the air. I love that baby!

I love everything about him: that smile, those eyes, that laugh, the gibberish, the excitement, the hugs (or "loves" as we call them), and everything in between. He's just the most amazing thing I've ever seen. In many ways and for many reasons, 2006 was an emotional roller coaster for us. Despite the negatives here and there, 2006 will go down in my book as the year my life became everything I always wanted it to be. God gave that to me by giving me Matthew.

Tomorrow, for the first time, I'll let Matthew stick his hands in his birthday cake (cringe) and get all sticky and messy. I'll let him eat something he really shouldn't and my family will help us make a great memory. As much as that makes me smile, it's Sunday that stands out to me right now. We are having him dedicated to the Father that gave him to us. God really has been so good to us!

...I've got to go back to work now.

Monday, April 30, 2007

Random Monday Thoughts

It's about to get so busy around here. Between Matthew's first birthday, his baby dedication, Mother's Day, our five year anniversary, and everything else I can't seem to think of, I may just go nuts trying to do it all. Hopefully I'll be okay...

I can't believe my Bear is almost one year old! It was almost a year ago that our little miracle came into our lives and rocked our lives!...

Some people are jumping ship at work. It's making the atmosphere pretty tense. I'll be fine, but it will be nice to have some sense of normalcy again...

Get 'em Glenn! If you're not watching Glenn Beck, you should be. You can catch him on CNN Headline News @ 6PM and 8PM (central time) Monday-Friday. It's how I spend my weeknights. Give me some Glenn and Dog and I don't need much more...

Not that I'm asking for applause, but it should also be noted that we put Matthew in the church nursery for the first time yesterday. I thought I handled it okay. I'll get used to it in time (and so will Matthew, for that matter)...

Well, I've got tons of laundry to do. I should go. Later.

March of Dimes WalkAmerica

The 2007 March of Dimes WalkAmerica has come and gone. What an experience! I can't wait to get some pictures posted. Don't worry, I'm even planning to prepare a photo essay so I can properly document the experience.

I've got to hurry because my little Bear is calling, but I would really like to thank everyone with Matthew's Team! Our team raised $1,295 for prematurity awareness, prevention, and family support. From the fundraising to the walk itself, we've really accomplished a great goal and we did it all to save babies. Thank you so much to Matthew, Dannica, Zoe, Sierra, Adam, Niki, Gale, and James. You guys rock! Thank you for all you did to make this (insert cheesy line here) "a walk to remember." Sorry, I had to throw it in there!

Seriously, thank you for everything. Also, thanks to all of you who donated to our team. On behalf of babies and families everywhere, thank you for making a difference.

Gotta go! My Bear is hungry and I need to get back to Little People Big World, my guilty pleasure.

Saturday, April 28, 2007

Gearing up for WalkAmerica

I'm a little nervous, excited, and anxious. I know I sound like a nutjob, but I even got up at 5. That in itself isn't unusual, but the fact that it's Saturday makes it noteworthy. Anyway, guess I need to start getting everything together. Photos and details from Birmingham's WalkAmerica to come...

Thursday, April 26, 2007

Looking at things differently

Literally and figuratively speaking: Picked up my new glasses today. They're okay so far. I'm still adjusting to them. Also relating to my vision, I pick up the contacts Tuesday.

On a more serious note: I was finally able to really pray last night. I know that sounds strange because I've been fine and I feel like my relationship with God is okay. When it comes to work, though, I haven't really prayed about it because I didn't really know what to pray. Like the human that I am, I've just been avoiding the topic altogether when I prayed. You know how sometimes you don't know what to ask for? Well, I'm a little embarrassed that it took me months to just say, "God, I don't really know what to say, but I guess I just need that unexplainable peace that only you can give."

This is where it gets interesting: I felt so much better the second those words came out of my mouth. I just felt like that burden was gone. Fast forward to this morning: the co-worker I referred to in the last post told me that she turned in her notice when I was out on Tuesday. I really do like her. She's a lot of fun and I'll miss her, but she was making me miserable. She was miserable and mad the second she walked in every morning; we work in a small space and that kind of outlook gets contagious. It's hard to look forward to work anyway, much less be content with your job when someone you work with is constantly downing the place.

Anyway...I'm point is that I'm okay now. I was okay before I knew that she turned in her notice, but I just think that's a nice example of how God takes care of things when I finally turn it over to Him.

My Bear is calling and I've got to get the radio ready. James is sitting in with I2T on the Jon Walden show on WDJC tonight.

Monday, April 23, 2007

Things that frustrate me

I'm honestly not in a bad mood or anything, but sometimes people just irritate the crap out of me. I really do deal with a lot. I'll get over it, but I just don't understand some of the people I have to come in contact with on a regular basis. Here are a few various examples:

1. Why, for the love, do some of my co-workers have to suck? I know it sounds harsh, but really, is it too much to ask that we apply the classic "Do unto others" rule at work too? I don't think I'm asking too much. You know, this whole issue is really too deep for me to even explain. I'm just asking that you actually do YOUR freaking job. I'm not asking you to do a single thing beyond YOUR job or even thirty seconds beyond your designated time. I'm just really mentally, emotionally, and physically exhausted from doing my job and covering YOUR butt 8-5, Monday-Friday. It gets old. The problem is that I really do like you, but it's becoming increasingly difficult to keep liking you as a person and not letting my professional opinion of you get in the way. It just sucks because I hate working with you now. You don't do anything and I'm tired of doing your job while you still get paid for it. Moving on...

2. The media, Hollywood, and political propaganda. There aren't enough words to truly say it all. I can't decide if I'm mad at the media, Hollywood, and those that distribute the propaganda or if I'm just mad because so many people listen to and believe these flaming tongues without ever questioning the source. I think I'm mad at everyone involved. It's just so crappy that all of these celebs use their various outlets to promote these threads of lies. They take advantage of the poor, lazy souls that won't investigate what's going in this world. Once again, I can't leave out those who can't/won't think for themselves. What's so sad is that they don't think that being uninformed is wrong. It's absurd and it's embarrassing.

3. Dial-up internet. I know that I get what I pay for, yada, yada, yada. After five years of it, I'm looking forward to our pending upgrade. I can't get on myspace at work, and, shockingly, that really does affect my networking abilities. It's all I get do to even log in at home, much less check on our youth group, friends, etc. Not cool. Thanks again to those of you who insisted that we use a firewall at work. That was super.
4. Lastly, the fact that my dryer is squeaking. I'm tired of everything breaking.

Okay, that's it for now. I'm still blessed beyond measure. I love my husband and my little Bear. I've got it good. I'm just tired.

Friday, April 13, 2007

Very Funny, God...

I apologize in advance for how melodramatic this is all going to seem, but I really can't do anything about it. Anywho, I've always been really active in church. I've probably even been too active to some degree; that changed when Matthew was born. I knew it would change, that's natural when there's a new baby in the picture. Not that I'm making excuses, but I really couldn't have involved the was I used to be. With Matthew being vulnerable to infections and whatnot, his pediatrician has drilled into our heads that he doesn't need to be in daycare or a nursery until he's at least one.

May 11 is just around the corner so I decided it was time to get off my butt and do something at Bethel. I've been telling myself for the last year that I would join choir as soon as I was able, but I've been dreading it. This may sound strange, but I've become shy and joining choir would mean that I have to interact with lots of new people. Sure, I already talk to most of the choir members from time to time, but I don't "know" them. I need to "know" them and it's going to really drag me out of my newly-found comfort zone to get to "know" them. In my year of inactivity, I've really become a hermit. I had finally psyched myself up to join choir and stop sitting the bench. I've never been a bench-warmer at church (I did children's ministry for five years and have been in choir since I was fourteen.), but I've been getting dangerously comfortable with my new position.

Anyway, I finally got up the nerve to do join choir and put Matthew in the nursery (that's a story in itself) and I drove across the street after youth service. I walk into the sanctuary and everyone is gone. It turns out they took the night off. I had good intentions. Maybe next week...

Monday, April 9, 2007

Easter Sunday

Our first Easter with our Bear was really nice. We didn't do a whole lot, but I think that's what made it good. We started out the day exactly the way we should: at church. My Sunday School class was very interesting, but that's a whole other time and place. Our church service was just right. Everything was great: Reflections, the choir, Bro. John's message, etc. The message of love and hope through my Father was well conveyed. We had a great time fellowshipping with our families. We spent the afternoon with the Copeland crew. It was just all really nice. We spent the evening with my mom and brother. We were bummed that my niece Caleigh wasn't feeling well so we didn't get to see her, Dan, or Sherae. We also didn't get to see Erin or her bf, Scott. That's okay, though. We still had a nice time. Anyway, as strange as it sounds, the song that's running through my head is "I Celebrate the Day." It's a Relient K song off of their Christmas album. The line that's stuck in my head is: "I celebrate the day that you were born to die so that I could one day pray for you to save my life." I guess that sums it all up. What else can you say after that?
*Please know that I'm very annoyed because I can't seem to get this formatted correctly. I go back in and edit, but it won't change my stinking changes. This is stressing me out.

Monday, April 2, 2007

Whew! Much Better

So...I had a great trip...details will come later, but I had some much needed time to get away and think. Here's what I came up with:

I don't care anymore. I know it sounds harsh, but I don't care about that either. I learned that I have some very codependent qualities and I realized how it was affecting me. I've spent the last freaking month stressing myself out over the possibility that we hurt someone. Here's the problem with that: the so-called "hurt" party never ever even gave us one little indication that we did something hurtful. It was all hearsay. I've been going out of my way, doing everything I can possibly do, to try to fix it. I decided that I just don't care anymore. I can't care anymore. I hate drama and I hate the fact that I was brought into it.

I'm not in high school and I don't have time for drama in my life. It's amazing how the enemy will weasel his way into something good and try to screw it all up. I just can't worry about this mess anymore. I've done all I can do. I've prayed about it and I'm not even bitter. Even the messenger (mentioned in the last post) doesn't bother me anymore. I just don't care. If the messenger wants to be messy, the messenger can live a messy life. I'm not going to. I'm too blessed and too happy to let something this retarded keep me up at night. I've been going to the freaking bathroom at work crying in the freaking stalls because the messenger is "so concerned" that we MIGHT have a real problem here.

I don't care anymore. I feel like a huge weight has been lifted off of my shoulders. I feel so much better now. I don't even know how to explain it. I don't even feel like I need to confront the messenger. I can only explain the situation so many times. I really have done all I can do and if that isn't enough, I don't really care about that either. God knows my heart and my intentions. My duty is not to fix the drama that others have started in my life; my God-given duty is to be a Godly wife, mother, friend, and example. So, those are the things that are important to me. There is no room for drama in any of that. I can't be there for my family (immediate or extended) if I'm depressed and worried about something that might not even be true.

So, if this worries you, bothers you, or offends you, keep in mind that I've been too freaking concerned about what others think about me. I can't do it anymore. Thanks for listening. I'm posting this on my other blog too (so no one will miss it, not that I care about that either.).
I love my husband, my Bear, and my life. My God is so good to me and this whole revelation is just another example of the peace that surpasses all understanding. I'm very thankful for that.


Thursday, March 29, 2007

Getting ready

Well, I'm getting ready to go on the women's reatreat tomorrow. It feels strange to pack again. I really haven't been anywhere in almost two years. I think my last venture out of state was Hilton Head Island two summers ago. Anyway, I'm trying to get all my junk together and finish up some stuff around the house.

I know I'll be okay...I know Matthew and James will be okay, but I really dread leaving them (even for a couple of nights). I've never spent the night away from my little one since he was discharged. (Okay, so that's not totally true considering my surgery last summer, but I didn't know in advance I would have to stay overnight so it doesn't really I was too drugged up to know I wasn't at home.)

Okay...the point I'm trying to make is that while I'm excited about the retreat, I'm not excited about retreating from Matthew or even James.

On another note, I'm not happy that Chris was voted off American Idol last night. I loved his voice, his personality, and the fact that he didn't fit their cookie cutter mold. I guess I should have spent my time voting and not doing laundry.

I guess my lunch is almost over.

Tuesday, March 27, 2007

(Warning, this may be considered TMI)

You've been warned...

I really must be going crazy. This is the second day in a row that I have gone all day long....

with my undies inside out....Aghhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I need some help.

New Blog...previously posted pics

So, um, you may have seen most of these, but here are a couple of random pics. You can always view more at

Our Matthew

Me and the James

A New Page (just for me)

The stinking firewall at work has forced me to be creative when it comes to typing my random frustrations for the world to see. I'm still pissed about the fact that I can't myspace at work, but this will have to do. As previously mentioned in my myspace blog, it never caused me to fall behind on my work. It wasn't hurting anyone for me to myspace during my lunch.

Anywho, I'm not sure how safe this one is...can I really say what I want to say here? Someone I know will find out about it and it will result in hurt feelings. I guess that goes back to the whole "if you can't say anything nice" bit, but I feel like I need to say it to someone. There are plenty of people, caring and sweet people, who are driving me insane right now. I feel like I'm going to explode. There's NOTHING I can do about it. That's the sucky part. There is no way to say, "Get off of me" without sending these people away in tears...catastrophic tears...Montague and Capulet-style tears...

Anyway, that's about all I can say. Just know that I really feel like I'm about to jump off the deep end. Maybe I need a shrink. I could probably talk to one of them without hurting feelings. I guess I'm just too nice...

I'm still the most blessed person I know... I love my little Bear....I love my hubby....


Thursday, January 11, 2007

Not sure what to say

Not a whole lot to mention here; there's mainly just been the day-to-day stuff here lately, but I guess that's a good thing. My little Bear is just sweeter, funnier, smarter, etc. everyday. He's recently started singing when he hears certain songs. It's wonderful to hear him singing the BunnyTown Hop. It really is.

I've finally made a decision about going back to school. I've been trying for a year to decide what to do about that. After much thought, I've weeded out the early childhood education and marketing and settled on human resources management. Before it's all said and done with, though, I may just end up with an additional degree in political science. I'm not really sure if it's something I'd want a career in, but I'm inredibly interested in the subject itself so who knows... after I finish HRM, I may just go ahead and add that to my agenda.

It's kind of hard to motivate yourself to go back to school when you're in my situation. For example, quite a few have asked, "what do you actually want to do?" In a very Office Space tone I usually respond, "That's the problem. I don't really WANT to DO anything." You could see how this wasn't easy; it was more like a "lesser of two evils" scenario rather than being excited about going back. I'm really just doing it because it will help me provide for my hubby and my son. Anyway, I'll complete my enrollment process by the end of this month for the HRM.

Let's see...what else? Got tons, or shall I say loads, of laundry to do. Also, I finally joined church choir. Oh, we've also vowed to give Walmart as little of our money this year as possible, but I don't even have the time or energy to explain that. I guess that's it for now. I've got to go take out these contacts and get some sleep. Matthew will be up before I know it.

BTW: Philippians 4:12