10 Things Thursday

10 Things to do in 2010

1. Get back on the track. Not to be confused with getting back on track. The track. Running track. Get on it.
2. Get pregnant.
3. Read at least a book a month.
4. Get my yoga body back. Preferably pre-pregnancy.
5. Try one new recipe a week.
6. Save money. Save money. Save money. (I'm saying it over & over so maybe it will stick.)
7. Try something new each month.
8. Put house in order from top to bottom.
9. Take waaaaay more pictures.
10. Volunteer.

What's on your list?

Reminder

Life can change in the blink of an eye.

Life that you think is perfect and happy can be turned upside down and have you questioning everything.

Life that you have invested in, nurtured and loved can be a total disaster in the next moment.

Sometimes it feels like you have been hit by a bus. Sometimes it feels like it will never end. You have to fight through it. You have to believe that it will get better. That that which doesn't kill you makes you stronger. This is survival. And sometimes it is terrifying and more difficult than you think you can handle.

This is when you call in reinforcements. This is when your girls stay up all night with you and a bottle of wine and a few games of hearts. This is when you share tears and hopefully some giggles. This is where the healing begins.

The crisis isn't mine. This time. This time I'm the one trying my best to help. But it has reminded me to be thankful for what I do have. It has reminded me to not take things for granted because things may not be the same tomorrow.

And that is a reminder that I think we can all use.

Not Me Monday

I did not have a bigger reaction to my pink fishing pole Christmas gift than to my new laptop. That would be ridiculous. Laptops are amazing gifts. As are fishing poles, apparently.

I did not almost hyperventilate during the Christmas Eve church service. I did however recover quite quickly and then sing my heart out. Silly story that only a few know.

We got a Wii for the family this year. I was playing baseball home run derby with my son. While playing I most certainly did not hit him in the head with the Wii bat. I also did not find that I am a wicked good tennis player, the equivalent to a professional bowler, and an amazing archer.

Christmas Surprise

There might be a new member of our family. It just might be a sweet little pink laptop that is only for mama. The sweet husband once again showed me how amazing he is. I was speechless and that my friends is very very rare. So, I'm testing it out. Can you tell the difference? Don't you like it better? Me too.

I will have to put some photos up once I get them on my new little friend. Hmmm, my new little friend definitely needs a name. Any suggestions?

Merry Christmas friends.

Hope you have a lovely day.

10 Things I got for my hey shorty it's your birthday we're gonna party like it's your birthday Birthday.



1. Airplane ticket to Ptown to visit the bestie...much needed & greatly appreciated.

2. Finger painting done by my bestie, KT...loved for months.

3. Panini pan...can't wait to use that.

4. Black rain boots with pink dots...always wanted a pair and they are comfy.

5. Hot stone massage...bring it on.

6. Rachel Ray cookbook...mouth watering.

7. Lord is my Shepherd necklace...might have picked it out myself.

8. Lovely Anthropologie apron, lip gloss and measuring spoons...all incredible.

9. Digital frame...where oh where to put it.

10. Carrie Underwood cd...dang, she is cute and her voice is like an angel.

10 Things Thursday

The next 10 days and the fun I will be having

Thursday: Christmas program for my cute nephews
Friday: A little beauty treatment and a delightful visit with girls I adore. Also, a big date with my sweet husband for my birthday.
Saturday: A trip to the airport to pick up my twin.
Sunday: My family birthday party at my parents with cake and prezzies.
Monday: Happy Birthday to me! It will include breakfast with my bestie, dinner with the family and a cruise to the North Pole to see the lights and Santa.
Tuesday: A day spent with my bebes hopefully out in the snow.
Wednesday: Christmas Eve Eve...cooking and crafting and last minute prep.
Thursday: Christmas Eve church service, West Virginia sammies and new jammies.
Friday: Merry Christmas! Busy day of family and photos and fun, fun, fun.
Saturday: A girl night with all my lovely brunettes to celebrate each other.

Ramblies on the sleepy side

I should really be in bed. The sweet husband is in bed already. We very rarely do not go to bed together...feels weird without him. It is late and my left eye is hurting. Just hurting. Weird, right? I just touched it and it hurts. Stop touching it...I know. It still hurts. Do you think it is from sleep deprivation. Very well could be. Know why????

I'll tell you...the almost one year old for some reason thinks that the cure all for teething is sleeping side ways in my bed in between me and the sweet husband. Side ways. Little tiny feet in my ribs. All. Night. Long. You would think that little tiny feet wouldn't be so bad. But on those little tiny feet are even littler tinier toes that feel like little tiny pokies. Little tiny sword toes. Tylenol, no. Teething tablets, no. Sideways sword toe sleeping, apparently yes. I love her but, COME ON.

I'm not sure how it got so late but it might be because I just spent waaaaayyy too much time on Walgreen's website. I was ordering some photos for some Christmas crafts I am doing and when I hit the button "to order" the lovely Walgreens computer people had so sweetly and conveniently placed all my photos in a nice little collage that I could play with until I double loved it and had to buy it. And I did. And then I went back in and made another one. Hee hee. Sooo much fun. I'm doing it tomorrow too. Just for kicks. $4 kicks. Cheeeeaaaaap. Want one? Just let me know...I'm a pro.

My eye is still hurting...in case you were wondering. Even when I blink. Dang. It's probably a brain tumor. Great. One week until my birthday too.

Speaking of birthdays, I have successfully ruined two birthday surprises in as many days. Apparently, the sweet husband and my bestie have been in cahoots (is that how you spell that?) about the most wonderful day of the year and every time they have something worked out I take it upon myself to do something that ends with my husband rolling his eyes and fussing about how I can't just leave well enough alone. Oopsy. Sorry you two. I love you and I love your fabulous ideas. Can't wait until Monday. Even if I do know my prezzie.

Did you know Monday is Winter Solstice. (I don't know if it is supposed to be capitalized but it does sound pretty important so I did) Winter Solstice also known as mid winter but that doesn't sound half as good. Midsummer...sounds delightful. Midwinter...blah. It is the shortest day of the year. It is also my birthday. Don't think for a moment that this goes unnoticed. Don't think for a moment that I am not thoroughly convinced that this is a little trick from above to remind me that my birthday is not as special as I make it out to be. I hear you. I get it. I fight it with all I have, but I get it. Geesh.

Ok, so snow is falling off our house and some of it just hit the three tall windows behind me and it scared the living daylights out of me, I jumped out of the chair and almost dropped the computer, so I am off to bed. Where the snow will keep falling but I will be cuddled up with the most delicious man I know. That is until the sword toes get me.

Nighty night.

10 days until Christmas.

Don't panic.

Breathe in. Breathe out. Breathe in. Breathe out.

Memorial

Went to a memorial service today for my dad's best friend. My dad did the service. This isn't the first funeral or memorial service he has done. And not the first one he has done for a close friend of his. It always amazes me how well he does. My dad is a strong but emotional man. He loves his family, friends and Jesus and isn't afraid to say it. Or preach it, whatever the occasion. He got choked up a few times but he made it through and made his old friend proud.

I always lose it during the slide shows at funerals. I might say that it is my favorite part. If you can have a favorite part of a funeral. It always shows the smiles, the friends, the family and the good memories. Today was no different. He was smiling, fishing, riding his Harley, hunting and with his family. The pictures made me smile, some made me giggle but in the end it made me cry. Knowing we won't see his face again (here on earth) is a hard realization.

It is also hard to see my parents in such pain over this. The pain is easing and they are healing but it was a hard loss. My dad told the story of the last time they saw each other and how he wished he would've hugged him longer. If he had known that it would be their final goodbye he would've said so many more things. If only.

I guess that we can all use that as a lesson. If you have something you want to say...say it. If there is someone you love...tell them. Don't let them get away without a hug. I think I have a lot of people that already know how I feel. I also think there are some people I should visit and tell them thank you. Tell them I love them. Tell them how much they mean to me and why. Not that I have any plans of leaving this earth any time soon but in the end it isn't my plan at all, but God's.