Huh. Posting is kinda like being nice to your husband; sometimes you forget to do it. Even though you really MEANT to do it.
Just got up at 5 am after laying in bed for an hour. (my rule, lay there for at least an hour, you just MIGHT go back to sleep) (HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA)
The doTerra "breath" concoction I put under my nose helped a goodish amount with congestion, the Lavender I rubbed on my feet for insomnia: not at all.
I haven't knitted in a month, but I just finished Pathfinder by Orson Scott Card (Really enjoyable) and The Maze Runner and The Scorch Trials by James Dasher (Merely ok books, but somehow I kept on reading.) Eyeing my "to read" pile with anticipation - (tapping fingertips together) - which to choose, which to choose..........
The Number 1 Ladies Detective Agency
The Years Best Science Fiction (short story anthology)
The Happiness Project
The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo
Roger turned down my suggestion he buy a fancy phone with features for his birthday - say that 5 times! - and bought a Wi instead, and we have been bowling and lightsabering to the point of arm soreness. Ethan, who hitherto this has pretty much poo-poo'ed video games is now a sweaty, gyrating, jumping MANIAC! We've pretty much gotten our moneys worth in child energy burning alone. It's been like watching a tazmanian devil. He certainly could have used it this long, long, long winter for cabin fever!
It was lovely to watch Roger choke up while trying to read to Ethan the final scenes of Gregor the Overlander last night. What a big softie. Gregor may be a little too intense for Ethan; he got up with nightmares about spiders and ants in his bed, and slept on the couch. ................................or ......................................just had a really bad thought............................................
nope, can't even type it. We're not going there.
Well, we have enjoyed the presence of Brandon and Breanne for the past few days while they're on spring break. We tried out Texas Roadhouse, STEAK!!! oh yeah! caked it up for Roger's bday (Breanne and I tried a Betty Crocker gluten free - pretty darn tasty) and went to AUNT PAM'S GREAT BIG FAMILY HOME EVENING! Breanne left her camera cords at her apartment, so she will be emailing me the pics she took, after which I will post them here for grandparental enjoyment!
Thursday, March 24, 2011
Sunday, March 6, 2011
A Sunday post
Don't be afraid to give your best to what seemingly are small jobs. Every time you conquer one it makes you that much stronger. If you do the little jobs well, the big ones will tend to take care of themselves. ~Dale Carnegie
Look at a stone cutter hammering away at his rock, perhaps a hundred times without as much as a crack showing in it. Yet at the hundred-and-first blow it will split in two, and I know it was not the last blow that did it, but all that had gone before. ~Jacob A. Riis
I've been working on staying out of the danger zone. Posting quotes to inspire and help myself is part of that.
For the past couple of months I've been listening to the New Testament on the way to work, and on the way home, I listen to the Sterling Ellsworth tapes my mom gave me about 15 years ago. She asked me to pass them on to Bonnie after I finished, so Bonnie - I'm about half way through. They ARE full of wonderful things, even though he sounds like a helium filled munchkin. I'm sorry I've taken an eternity to get to it Mom; this is helpful and important stuff!
Anyway, one morning this scripture about the sower really struck me to the heart. The sower sowed on stony ground:
5And some fell on stony ground, where it had not much earth; and immediately it sprang up, because it had no depth of earth:
Then the Savior explained:
6And these are they likewise which are sown on stony ground; who, when they have heard the word, immediately areceive it with gladness;
17And have no root in themselves, and so endure but for a time: afterward, when aaffliction or bpersecution ariseth for the word’s sake, immediately they are offended.
So here I am, and I really want to stop being stony ground about so many things. I want root in myself.
On another topic, Ethan bore his testimony in primary (On fast Sundays we have them bear testimony instead of a talk). He really stressed out about it! Talks are no big deal to him, he'll just toss one off with confidence. But the thought of putting his own feelings out there really bothered him. Or maybe he didn't have confidence in his ability to speak extemporaneously, so he wrote his testimony out first, and memorized it. Of course he did just great, and I hope that helped him out. He seemed pretty happy afterwards!
Wednesday, March 2, 2011
In the danger zone
So I haven't been writing in my blog because I gave up diet coke. And I've done a great job too, I've got a ton of little stars on my chart to prove it. I had to give up chocolate for about a month also, because its been my caffeine substitute in the past, and there was gonna be none of that this time around. I'm pretty darn proud of this:
But my brain has been mush. It's been sitting in my head, whirling it's ratty hair around one finger, picking it's nose with the other finger, and occasionally wiping the drool off it's chin.
Also, I'm embarassed. Haven't I done this- like - every year for the past forever? Ummm. yes. Yes, yes and yes. It's a joke, really, but ........ I've got to keep going, right? What can I do? Do I just give in and say whatever, for the millionth time, Or . Well. Here we are.
Forgive.
But NONE of the things that I wanted to magically happen have happened! 1. Rosacea - still bad, 2. still fat, 3. IBS - a little worse, actually, and 4. Insomnia - SO MUCH WORSE. (this always happens)
Holy Cow, I get tired of being me. Did you hear that self talk there? That's what putting me in the danger zone. The familiar, familiar danger zone. I keep catching negative thoughts bubbling out, weaseling around, trying to get me back right where my negative self is most comfortable! Addict thoughts, lies, excuses, minimizing the consequences, waffling, rationalizing, bitterness, self -pity. stinkin' thinkin' AAAAAAGGGGHHHHH........................... I'm just a dry alcoholic!
And it's OK. I'll be patient and gentle with myself. Breathe, wait, drink water. this will pass. Forgive.
So my current goal involves sugar, but I might need to make a SMART goal about keeping my thoughts out of the danger zone. (smart =specific, measurable, attainable, realistic, timebased) Any ideas?
Changing the subject:
I read Unbroken by Laura Hillenbrand. Awesome! Incredible! I don't generally read historical fiction, but she had me hanging on every word. It seems incredible that I've never even heard of Louis Zampernini, what an inspiring man! I can't recommend this book enough.
this one's for the missionary grandparents. He lost 4 teeth in one weeks time last month! One fell out, my neighbor plucked one out of his mouth when he was showing her how loose it was, One was knocked out on the slide at McDonalds, and Roger yanked one out with tooth floss at Ethan's request. Something about this picture makes me think of Jim Carey. The impish delight, I think.
Ethan tried out karate last month, and is so enamored of it that he talked me into dropping gymnastics and adding a second day of karate per week. It wasn't very hard to talk me into it, because he would lately get nauseous after each gym class that involved any kind of spinning. Maybe it's a temporary ear thing, but he would get really green!
Roger has had several serious "lay very still or you will barf non-stop" dizzy days last month. He went to the doc, who said it sounds like Minears disease, get yourself to an ENT. So naturally, he has simply taken a daily Bonine and NOT gotten himself there. His Mom was bedridden from an inner ear ailment, and his sister Sandy has intermittent dizzyness the older she gets, and goes to therapy (dizzical therapy?) for it. I'm pushing for medical intervention here! A bedridden Roger is NOT a happy Roger! The man is like the energizer bunny, but now he's crashing into walls.
But my brain has been mush. It's been sitting in my head, whirling it's ratty hair around one finger, picking it's nose with the other finger, and occasionally wiping the drool off it's chin.
Also, I'm embarassed. Haven't I done this- like - every year for the past forever? Ummm. yes. Yes, yes and yes. It's a joke, really, but ........ I've got to keep going, right? What can I do? Do I just give in and say whatever, for the millionth time, Or . Well. Here we are.
Forgive.
But NONE of the things that I wanted to magically happen have happened! 1. Rosacea - still bad, 2. still fat, 3. IBS - a little worse, actually, and 4. Insomnia - SO MUCH WORSE. (this always happens)
Holy Cow, I get tired of being me. Did you hear that self talk there? That's what putting me in the danger zone. The familiar, familiar danger zone. I keep catching negative thoughts bubbling out, weaseling around, trying to get me back right where my negative self is most comfortable! Addict thoughts, lies, excuses, minimizing the consequences, waffling, rationalizing, bitterness, self -pity. stinkin' thinkin' AAAAAAGGGGHHHHH........................... I'm just a dry alcoholic!
And it's OK. I'll be patient and gentle with myself. Breathe, wait, drink water. this will pass. Forgive.
So my current goal involves sugar, but I might need to make a SMART goal about keeping my thoughts out of the danger zone. (smart =specific, measurable, attainable, realistic, timebased) Any ideas?
Changing the subject:
I read Unbroken by Laura Hillenbrand. Awesome! Incredible! I don't generally read historical fiction, but she had me hanging on every word. It seems incredible that I've never even heard of Louis Zampernini, what an inspiring man! I can't recommend this book enough.
this one's for the missionary grandparents. He lost 4 teeth in one weeks time last month! One fell out, my neighbor plucked one out of his mouth when he was showing her how loose it was, One was knocked out on the slide at McDonalds, and Roger yanked one out with tooth floss at Ethan's request. Something about this picture makes me think of Jim Carey. The impish delight, I think.
Ethan tried out karate last month, and is so enamored of it that he talked me into dropping gymnastics and adding a second day of karate per week. It wasn't very hard to talk me into it, because he would lately get nauseous after each gym class that involved any kind of spinning. Maybe it's a temporary ear thing, but he would get really green!
Roger has had several serious "lay very still or you will barf non-stop" dizzy days last month. He went to the doc, who said it sounds like Minears disease, get yourself to an ENT. So naturally, he has simply taken a daily Bonine and NOT gotten himself there. His Mom was bedridden from an inner ear ailment, and his sister Sandy has intermittent dizzyness the older she gets, and goes to therapy (dizzical therapy?) for it. I'm pushing for medical intervention here! A bedridden Roger is NOT a happy Roger! The man is like the energizer bunny, but now he's crashing into walls.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)