Monday, April 23, 2012
Well let me just start by saying I am not a fan of change. If you don't know much about me let me just tell you 1) I don't like change. 2) I don't like surprises. 3)I don't like getting out of my box. I am in it and it is decorated just like I like it. Thank you very much. Now, this post has been brewing for a week so let me back you up to last Sunday morning. D preached his little pea pickin heart out about change. The kind that God brings. It was a very good sermon. (I'm not partial :)) But Sunday afternoon around the hour of three o'clock p.m. this happened.......
This is a shelf in our closet. Well, I guess I should say this was a shelf in our closet. I was not happy. I want to be sure to add here that this was D's side of the closet. I told him his side went first. Yes, there was, notice I said was, a shelf on my side too, but his went first. He said only because of all my shoes and junk. So he had a good lil point to add that is how you let people bring you down. You hang around their bad junk and it will happen. Any way...... Back to my story. I wasn't happy about this at all. Because it led to something that looked like this.....
And this was just one spot in the house. It then turned into a "let's just go ahead and fix the closet like it needs to be fixed." You see, we have lived here almost thirteen years and we haven't touched the closet. We moved in, the clothes went to the closet and that was it. So we ended up doing this.....
I know you are thinking what's the big deal and what is your point? Bear with me. My sweet husband knowing I have a love for all cute shoes built me a shoe cubby. This was the beginning. And in the end, his shoes fit too. Notice the paint color????
Thursday, April 12, 2012
In trying to keep up with Martha Stewart and Betty Crocker, I made this. The problem is I used a recipe from the Hershey's cookbook for the icing. Put it all together and we got trouble!!! Big TROUBLE! You see, tomorrow is the last day of spring break. Maybe I am feeling a little depressed. This past week has been what the doctor ordered except I didn't go to the doc. It has just been nice and quiet. No stress. The boys and I spent the day together last Friday. We did a little shopping for them, of course. We spent Friday night celebrating our anniversary, where else, but a gym watching our boys. But that was ok. We were together. Saturday we did the same. Sunday we celebrated Easter. Together. Monday was spent with one of my besties, Starbucks, and shopping. (For us of course) The rest of the week has been spent, well, just being. It has been quiet. I've spent some time with just my thoughts and that is sometimes scary. However, sometimes needed. The phone hasn't rang. I have remembered to turn the oven off. I have remembered to unplug everything. Yet this spring break has left me longing. Longing for summer. But I'll not rush it just yet. I have learned my lesson in rushing tomorrow. Only "Daddy" knows what tomorrow will hold. Plus, once summer gets here, I will have a sophomore and a senior. I'm not sure if I am ready for that.
And I'm not sure that this one below is ready for summer either. Spring break has just about wore him out.
Wednesday, April 11, 2012
I realize by saying what I am about to say I am taking a risk in sounding completely crazy. If you don't have house pets, you may not understand. But so many times I find that our relationship with our pets is a whole lot like our relationship with our Heavenly Father. I couldn't help but think about this last night as I watched what was taking place in this picture. You see, D was eating. Samps was setting near by watching every move he made toward his mouth. Samps even looked at me like "I can't believe he didn't throw me that piece!" So he moved a little closer. All most at his feet. And then that still small voice spoke. "That is where you are fed the most. At my feet."
Friday, April 6, 2012
I know full well the meaning behind celebrating Good Friday and that will be where my thoughts are for the most part of this day and this weekend. However, on this day 22 years ago, I married my best friend. Twenty two years ago, there may have been some people who thought we would never make it a year. But, praise be to our God, here we are. Still going strong. I can't help but think of that Shania Twain song from a few years ago, "You are still the one". And he is.