Friday, November 28, 2008

Anchor Friday

I'm going to bed, but wanted to add this quick post...
My friend Joan and others around the Web, with God's help, are trying to live a healthier life. So check her out every Friday for prayers and encouragement in your own lives. Too many sweets left over at my house. Please pray that I'll resist. I'm a horrible sweets-aholic.

Black Friday

I love Thanksgiving. Yesterday was just splendid! My family gathered around a beautiful table and gave thanks to God for everything. The weather was perfect. God was here comforting us as we reminisced about family members who are in heaven and He pampered us with delicious food. We were able to laugh ourselves silly while we enjoyed each others company too. What a giving God we have!!! I pray that your day was blessed also.

Now I've gotta know, why is the day after Thanksgiving called Black Friday? You know, that day when all the crazy people leave their warm homes at a ridiculous hour to be first in line when Best Buy opens. As my Step-Dad would say, "I'd rather staple bologna to my face!" I hope that those of you that participated in this weird ritual will please forgive me for making fun.

Anyway, I checked around the Internet to find out about the origins of the name. It seems that most people agree it is called "Black Friday" because it is the biggest shopping day of the year and stores expect to be firmly "in the black." Well, that's nice for them, but I prefer the other story I found.

According to The City Desk, from the late 1920's until the 1960's, there was a devoted "floor men" or salesman named Laurence H. Black. He worked for Osberger’s Department Store which today is called Macy's. Mr. Black became well known in the retail world. As the story goes, he died in the store on November 27th, 1964 from a heart attack. Mr. Osberger closed the store the following day and other retailers around the city wore black in his honor.
Hope you enjoyed the tid-bit. Have a great weekend!!

Monday, November 24, 2008

Could this really be?

It's only 9:30 in the morning, a Monday morning, and I'm writing my second post of the day! How can that be?

And what to write about?....Why, Christmas of course!....
I was watching 60 minutes last night and Andy Rooney was complaining about how Thanksgiving gets pushed aside because of the commercialization of Christmas and the almighty dollar! Oh my gosh he is so right!! We all realize this don't we? But here I sit getting ready to write about Christmas shopping when Thanksgiving is in 4 days.

Just let me clear one thing up. I haven't put up my tree, I have leaves spewed across my lawn and a Thanksgiving pumpkin on my mantle. On Thursday, I'll have a house full of family and a big turkey sitting on the table. So Andy Rooney, please forgive me for starting my Christmas shopping early! It must be done!!!

I've been picking my children's brains this past week for ideas. I am blessed with grateful and appreciative children. They don't ask for anything really. Which is wonderful, but makes shopping a bit more difficult. So one kid at a time. My toddler will be easy. She can't tell me what she wants so I have to take cues from her.

She loves to stick things (fingers, food, toys) in everyone's mouth. She'll definately get a cute little baby doll. One that comes with a bottle or a pacifier. She loves pots and pans and my kitchen cabinets! So we'll be checking into a Little Tikes Play kitchen for sure. She also loves to climb on top of things, knock things over and throw things. I'm thinking I'll get her the WWE Blow Up Wrestling Ring for Babies. Just joking! No one really sells that kind of stuff! :)

Off to the toy store....

Just To Draw Traffic To My Site

Not Me!
I would never buy my son a pack of trading cards to bribe him into going to the mall with me so I wouldn't have to go alone.

I would never guilt my children into spending time with their mom because I may not be around for much longer.

I would never give my children a tearful long talk to convince them to remember to feed their bird or clean the kitty litter.

I would never threaten my children with standing in the corner for leaving their dirty socks on the couch or a tootsie roll wrapper on the floor. (Can you picture a 16 year old standing in the corner? It cracks me up!)

And like MckMama said, I would never write one of these Not Me Monday Posts just to draw traffic to my site!

Thursday, November 20, 2008

An Omen

I believe there is an omen hanging over my house this week. I've been stressed out and overloaded. My daughter has been sick. And the boys have let my distraction with the baby be an excuse to slack off and do as they please. I've been stuck in the house with the exception of the visit to the doctor's office. I stepped on the scale this week and saw that my diet (started in Sept.) has gone haywire. I've got this huge 'to do' list that is not getting done. And here come the holidays!! ARGH!

Well, you must be thinking, 'Stop crying, get a grip and be thankful for what you have!' And I agree with you totally, but what if you walked out into your front yard and found a big pile of feathers. Obviously a bird had been attacked and drug off to his demise. You know what a animal lover I am. It made me so sad. Yet again, you're thinking 'Leah, it's nature, the food chain must go on. For the second time, get a grip!'

Ok, but then what if you walked out into your front yard a couple days later and found blood and fish scales smeared down the side of your beloved mini van and a BIG DEAD FISH lying on the driveway....What would you think then?! It's an OMEN!!!

I'm not joking! We live next to a lake and there is a canal in our backyard so we're guessing that one of the big egrets or herons accidently dropped his dinner on my car. Talk about gross. My son took some pictures of the scene, but it's just too gruesome to show. Hubby took the car to the car wash last evening in the 35 degree weather, but as of this morning, there are still a few scales left.

Last night I ran up to the local witch doctor store and bought everyone in my family an amulet made from a crow's head and the skin off a dead donkey's nose. And if that doesn't work, then I can always sing...."Ooh-ee-ooh-ah-ah, ting-tang-walla-walla-bing-bang"

Wednesday, November 19, 2008

1 Kitten and a Baby (Continued)

Click here to read the first installment of this series.

As Glynis and Arlo became better friends, they shared everything! Glynis shared her baby things.

And Arlo showed Glynis his "box."

They had the same interests of course. Some of their favorite things to do together were watching cars go by and hiding things around the house. Momma would find toys in the funniest places.
The highlight of the day was always the same....Sesame Street!
And most certainly, all this fun would wear them out.

To Be Continued Again...

Tuesday, November 18, 2008

Where have I been?

I went a whole week without posting! That's odd. I can barely even remember what I've been doing this past 7 or 8 days. Maybe I hit my head and I'm having amnesia. No, I don't think so. What it boils down to, I suppose, is that I've just been busy. If I think real hard, I can remember something about an appointment, a sick kid, stocking the pantry and refrigerator, cooking a few meals, carting kids to their activities. I think I may have even done a few loads of laundry. Oh wait....I remember that at some point, I sat down and actually watched a few television programs! Wow, it's coming back to me. I went to bed at a normal hour several nights in a row.
My gain is your loss though. I'll get back in the saddle and write tomorrow! See you then!
By the way, here's a pic of the kids on Halloween. If you look real hard you'll see 4 children.

Tuesday, November 11, 2008

To Our Veterans

The day is almost over, but I didn't want to go to sleep without saying Thank You. My prayers tonight are for you and your families.
This is a picture of the Veteran's Memorial here in Virginia Beach.

Monday, November 10, 2008

"Not Me"

Ok, I've been surfing the blogworld for several months now and have found this fun "game" that other bloggers play. Well, not a game really, just a post where you blurt out a bunch of things that you "did not" or "would not" ever do, but maybe you really did. I've linked up with the "Not Me!" Monday Diva if you're interested in reading my fellow bloggers' posts.

By the way, this may be PG-13....

I did not drink a slim-fast shake and then eat 4 pieces of stolen Halloween candy, and then have a McDonald's hamburger and fries for dinner.

I don't ever leave wet clothes in the washing machine for 2 days in a row.

I have not taken hundreds of pictures of my baby and my kitten this month. Why would I? It's not like they're cute or anything.

I did not finally throw away a whole unopened package of bacon even though it's been in my fridge since August.

I did not lie to everyone about how I hurt my neck last week. I would never do that. I would never say that I hurt it playing with Glynis (the baby) when I really hurt it :) playing with Chris (the husband.) Tee hee hee :)

That's all of the insanity for this post. I may try this again sometime if I haven't offended anyone too much.

Thursday, November 6, 2008

Once upon a time

Everyone has a story. How many people take the time to write it down? For the sake of all my busy readers, this is a condensed version of my life, but we're talking 39 years here, so get your cup of coffee.

It all started "back in the summer of '69." That's when I was born. Into a semi-dysfunctional household. It wasn't all bad, but my parents divorced when I was a teenager. Although my immediate family had some issues, I had 2 wonderful sets of Grandparents. I always had a feeling of home with them. Despite the divorce, my parents still managed to instill some values in me. At age 12, I was baptized and became one of God's children. This turned out to be the best thing that ever happened to me. Throughout my entire life, during my sane and insane times, I've always had the sense to turn to Him.
High school was difficult for me. Without enough support at home, I ventured into the "bad girl scene." I wasn't exactly strung out on drugs or anything like that, but I definitely made some poor choices. I didn't stick with college. I was too anxious to get my life started. At 18, my good friend Donna and I got an apartment. I worked in a bank. Made decent money. We were too cool! We were making it! Parties every weekend. Under-age drinking, boyfriends, and "fun." God was still speaking to me, but obviously I wasn't listening.

Then I met Clay. He was also a product of divorce and in some ways, just like me. I think we both longed for a real family. We got married when I was 22 and he 24. I was madly in love and thought that nothing would ever come between us. We had our first son just days before our first anniversary. Life was good, but unfortunately for us, it turned sour. Becoming a mother was a wake up call from God. I was working my way back to who I was suppose to be. Clay and I still had a lot of growing to do and it didn't seem that we were growing at the same rate. But we kept it up for 10 years. We had 2 more beautiful boys and then finally it collapsed. Clay had a serious alcohol problem and eventually drug addiction. I feel comfortable sharing this, because Clay has been sober now for just over a year. He credits his sobriety to his involvement with NA - Narcotics Anonymous.

So, how did I get here, Nov. 2008? The next chapter also starts "way back when."

The summer of '85, when I was 16 years old. I had the wonderful opportunity to travel to California with a girlfriend's family. It was a sad occasion, because my very best friend was moving away, but what an adventure we had that summer. I live on the East Coast. So we're talking far far away. Her parents and I spent almost 2 weeks touring the country. We stopped every night at a new hotel. And I spent the rest of the summer on a West Coast beach. It was so fun. The important part of this story is that I met a boy. I actually met several boys that summer, but only one was special. You'll never guess where I met him! Yep, Disneyland! We exchanged phone numbers, but who would have thought he'd want to fly all the way to Virginia to see me. Well, he did. He was 18 and his name was Chris. For several years we kept up our long distance "friendship." Chris was the kindest person I had ever met. He was a comfort to me during my hard teenage years. He was a good listener and his letters kept me believing that someone really cared. I had fallen in love with him, but in my mind, nothing more could ever be between us. California was basically a different planet to me. It was just a friendship... and it came to a halt when I decided to marry Clay. Chris and I totally lost touch. I prayed for his happiness and knew that he'd have a great life without me.

Fast forward now to the year 2001. I was going through my divorce from Clay and now living as a single mom. Life was hard. Legally, our divorce was easy, but it ripped my soul apart. If it weren't for my God, I may have lost my mind. I don't think I'll ever truly get over that failure. And I'm teary now writing about it. There is something to be thankful for though. I'm proud to say that I was able to shield my children from any painful blow-ups between Clay and I. And for having a father with a drug addiction, the boys came through without ever having to witness his (or my) insanity first hand. The boys are compassionate and understanding towards their father, but they miss him. He has since moved out of state and is trying to get his life back together.

So, it was on some lonely evening, after the boys were tucked in, that I found

And wouldn't you guess that one of the first names that I typed in the search block was Chris, the boy from California. When his name and location actually appeared, I was in shock! I was so excited I couldn't stand it. After all these years, I knew he had gotten married and that he was a police officer, but I didn't know anything else. How in the world could I email him without upsetting his wife, or embarrassing myself. I just did it, I had to take the risk. Curiosity would have killed me.
I suppose you can say the rest is history, but I'll give you the quick scoop. Chris was also divorced and actually about to be medically retired from the police force for an injury on the job. He was in limbo so to speak. Going to college. Not attached to anyone and best of all, happy to hear from me. We began another long distance friendship. About a year later, he sold his house, had a huge garage sale and packed a Uhaul. He moved into an apartment just down the road from me and finally, after all those years, we dated! 6 months after that, we married, as if it was always meant to be.

Here's where I get teary again. Chris and I have been married 5 years now. The boys call him their other Dad and last year we cemented the family when Glynis was born.
I'd like to write another post soon about what I've learned. This one was exhausting so I'll save it for another day.

Monday, November 3, 2008

What I did and what I still have to do

It's been a nice day.
I enjoyed some family time, got some calls made, had some "me" time, and did some chores.
I'm tired and it's past 10 p.m. Yet, there are still things to do before I can get to bed.
Do you get side tracked like me? I'm notorious for this.
For instance:
I got all my bills paid and the checkbook is balanced, but my bed is still covered with receipts, my notebook, checkbook, calculator and statements. Glynis was taking her nap when I started this bi-weekly job. She woke up before I was finished so I left it there to clean up later.
Instead of cleaning up my bed, I thought I'd post some baby clothes for sale on ebay. I got it done, but the clothes ended up in a pile next to my bill pile on my bed.
I started some laundry, but it sat there on my bed for several hours before I was able to get it put away. Now I have to iron a few things. Ugh!
I actually started writing this post at 10, but had to take a break to console Glynis in her crib.
It's almost 11 now. Maybe I should just call it quits and post this already. Yep, I'd better do that so I can get my bed cleaned off before my husband gets home from work at midnight and needs a place to sleep.

Do you see my subliminal message in this post?