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Friday, April 18, 2014

An Almost Easter Birthday

Tomorrow is my birthday and since it is almost on Easter Sunday this year, I started thinking back to the times my birthday fell on Easter. I remembered my 21st being on Easter (much to my chagrin back then) but I couldn't recall the others so I consulted Google. My 10th and 16th were both on Easter. But the next time my birthday falls on Easter?  

2071. 

So my 10th, 16th, 21st and not again until my 100th? How odd.  I suppose I could make it my life's goal to live to see it. I'd probably be featured on the evening news and everything. "LOCAL WOMAN TURNS 100 ON EASTER SUNDAY". I can picture me now, wearing my Easter party hat, hunched over a coconut bunny cake aglow with candles with (no doubt) a little Dachshund on my lap. 

It could happen.

But if I've learned anything in the past 43 years, it's that we can never be entirely sure where our future will take us or just how long (or short) it will turn out to be. I came across this quote a couple of weeks ago and thought, Wow. That is so simple yet so incredibly profound...

Have you ever read more humbling words?  

Temporary. All of it. Temporary.

I was completely unaware that in walking through Darin's front door (literally) twenty years ago that I was also walking into the next big chapter of my life. I was about to graduate college in a few weeks, had been in a roller-coaster-wishy-washy-type relationship for the past two years and had absolutely no idea whatsoever that I was about to meet my future husband on my 23rd birthday but that's how God works. He gives us exactly what we need, when we need it, whether we always realize it or not. 

Our greatest blessings are often like that though, sneaking in on us when we least expect them.

So this year, on my 43rd birthday, I will look back on the past twenty years of my life and be thankful...

for the love they've brought,

for the beauty they've shown,

for the laughter they've known,

for the wisdom they've acquired,

and even for the storms...

For without them, as hard as they were to weather, I would have never gained the depth of strength and faith that I have today. And as difficult as it is to think about, I know with much certainty that the next twenty years will bring their fair share of storms my way too. But the good news is, Jesus will carry me through each and every one, just as He always has. 

And just as He will you. You need only to ask.

Then the eleven disciples went to Galilee, to the mountain where Jesus had told them to go. When they saw him they worshiped him; but some doubted. Then Jesus came to them and said, "All authority in heaven and on earth has been given to me. Therefore go and make disciples of all nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father, and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit, and teaching them to obey everything I have commanded you. And surely I am with you always, to the very end of the age. (Matthew 28: 16-20)


He is risen indeed!

Happy Easter!

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Monday, March 31, 2014

Five Minutes With Dracen...The Gum Swallowing Myth

I am beyond thrilled that spring has finally decided to make its grand appearance around here today and, according to the forecast, is expected to stick around for at least the next several days. I even got motivated to start "spring cleaning" this morning though I never made it out of the kitchen. I have never been fanatical about my housekeeping and don't usually feel the desire to embark on a crazy cleaning frenzy when spring rolls around each year but for some reason this year (maybe it was the looong drawn out nasty winter) I've decided that no surface will remain untouched. 

Maybe (if I'm really ambitious) I'll be finished some time before Christmas. 

While I was wiping the oven down after the self-cleaning cycle Dracen came in from Momaw Pat's. (Today was an early release day from school and he went over to her house for a little while. I think he was hoping Popaw would take him fishing but he had too much going on)

I never know what new fact or profound words of wisdom he is about to bestow upon me at any given moment. One day last week, on the way home from school, he asked me if I was aware that there are insert-some-crazy-big-number-here-that-I-can't recall different types of mucus in the human body.

My response was that I was indeed not aware of that and really didn't want to be so could we please not talk about it. Of course we talked about it anyway. 

So today when he came in to find me wiping down the oven, he asked me if I knew that swallowing your gum will not constipate you. (I've been telling him this all his life) He proudly announced to me that this is all just a myth. Then he said, "Think about it. There is no nutrition in gum so the body doesn't have to do any work to digest it and filter out the nutrients. It just tries to get it out as quick as possible."

My reply was something like, "Well. I guess that makes sense." 

Then he added, "That would be a lot of work for nothing and why would you want to do that? I mean you're cleaning the house because you will get a clean house out of all your hard work, you see?"  

Uh-huh.

And then he went off in search of a box to use as target practice for his airsoft gun. 

After I told this story to Charlie when he came in this evening, I decided that I really needed to start recording some of this Dracen knowledge I've been acquiring and couldn't think of a better place than right here on the blog. He has informed me that he knows I blog about him (He Googled his name and well, how many Dracens do you know?) and didn't have a problem with it.

So a new series is born...Five Minutes With Dracen. 

Get ready to be enlightened,


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Thursday, March 27, 2014

This, That, and Baseball

Why I haven't been able to get back in the swing of blogging is beyond me because believe me, it is certainly not for lack of material...

Dracen took a bad spill on his skateboard a couple of Saturdays ago and, of course, I was not in walking distance of him as always seems to be the case when that child of mine is involved in an "incident". He was at the park with Devin and some friends and luckily, was aided my some moms who saw him fall. Devin called me on his cell prompting me to jump in the car and tear across town like a bat out of h.e. double hockey sticks, shaking the entire way. 

Turns out he was just scraped up. A lot. And probably left a bit of his skin on the pavement but it was nothing a little love, ginormous band-aids and antibiotic ointment couldn't fix, although I have to admit I did my share of fussing during the doctoring process because he went down a hill he wasn't supposed to be going down while not wearing a helmet he was supposed to be wearing. He still insists on learning all his lessons the hard way which I am convinced is adding to my unwanted collection of gray hairs and forehead wrinkles. 

When I was almost done cleaning his wounds and applying his bandages I noticed he was chewing on a piece of gum so I said, "Have you had that gum the whole time? How in the world have you managed to keep that in your mouth through this entire thing?" He didn't seem to have an answer at the moment but I could tell he was pondering it. About that time Shana (who was home from school for Spring Break) and her new boyfriend (whom we had not yet met) came through the door. We joined them in the sunroom a few minutes later and Dracen (fully calm now) began his story.

Turns out he was almost to the bottom of the hill when he panicked or "wussed out" as he so eloquently put it and made the quick and most unfortunate decision to jump off the skateboard that was carrying him at a speed his long spindly legs (as fast as they normally are) could not quite match. I expect him to have at least one scar to help him to always remember that bad decision by and, hopefully and God-willing, keep him from making again in the future. 

But the very best part of this story came when he looked at us all with the most serious of faces and said (as he pointed to his mouth), "You know this gum and I have really been through a lot together." 
Priceless.

In other (not so priceless) news, I had a little fender bender at the high school after a baseball parent meeting a couple of weeks ago. I've been driving now for a good 25 years and (knock on wood) have never had a serious accident nor have I caused an accident while on the road. I'm normally very defensive in my driving which I know has prevented many accidents-about-to-happen. It's like I have some sort of sixth sense when somebody is about to do something foolish on the road in my presence. 

But for whatever reason, twice now in the past year and a half, I have been the initiator of stupid-moves-in-school-parking-lots. Remember when I rolled into the back of that BRAND NEW CAR the year before last in the middle school drop off line and had to get out in front of God and everybody in my cropped sweats and sparkly shoes? If not you can read all about it here. Thankfully there was no damage that time. 

Well this time what I did was even more stupid. 

I was in the lane to turn right out of the parking lot and there was a whopper of a pickup truck in the lane to turn left. I couldn't see around him so I inched up a little but saw a car coming and thought I was sticking out a little too close to the road so I backed up. Without looking. WHAM. Ohhh....snap! Both boys were in the car and Devin just buried his head and mumbled something I'm glad I didn't quite catch and I got out to assess the damage. (in front of God and everybody once again)
I had slammed into the truck of one of the boys from the varsity team and there was a pretty huge dent in his bumper which he informed me was already there but the little reflector light was broken and something was bent around it.  We sat there while everyone was forced to go around us until his dad got there. It was probably no more than five minutes but felt like five million.   

Super fun times. 

Thankfully though, everyone was kind, an estimate was done and I wrote a check to cover the damages. The tiny dent in my own bumper was the least of my worries. I think it complements the baseball dent in the hood and the cleat marks in the dashboard. Also, I just this minute realized that all the damages to my car (that I've owned for seven years now) have a common denominator and that common denominator goes by the name of Baseball.



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