A tragic accident occurred a few weeks ago.
It involved a four wheeler.
And a 17 year old.
He was a friend of Chase.
His mom, a dear friend of mine.
Somehow blogging just hasn't felt right.
There wasn't much to write about.
Nothing seemed funny.
Or witty.
I couldn't type anything that seemed appropriate.
I cried often.
My heart still breaks for his family.
I. can. not. imagine.
I can't even begin to.
I don't know how I could endure the loss of a child.
And yet, I do.
I am most grateful for the faith I have and for the understanding that this family will be reunited again one day.
That knowledge alone brings me great comfort.
I am grateful for the power of prayer.
I am also grateful that I have been given a gentle reminder that each day is precious.
Let us all be reminded of that.
Hug your children a little tighter today.
Tell your family you love them.
Mend fences.
Build bridges.
Make that phone call you have been putting off.
Have a picnic on the living room floor.
Laugh.
Buy ice cream.
Dance.
Live with no regrets.
Be happy.
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
Dear Mr. Gas Meter Reader
Dear Mr. Gas Meter Reader,
I would like to send you my deepest apologies for the image that I feel certain will forever be etched in your memory. As you rounded the corner of my house this morning, I am sure that you were not expecting to see me. And by me, I mean ALL of me. Perhaps you got a little too close to my window. I don't usually make it a habit of parading around my home nekkid. Most of the time I can be found completely covered. But today, my dear reader of my meter, was not your lucky day. I had just showered and realized I forgot my towels. The linen closet is just outside my bedroom. I tiptoed to the closet. I reached for the towels. And. there. you. were. It was definitely a case of being in the wrong place at the wrong time. I am quite certain that you were not prepared to see that much white, dimply flesh. I pray you did not eat breakfast this morning. Oh, how I pray. And I hope this will not cause you to have aversions to cheese that is cottage. (Though I feel sure that it will) I hope your corneas will heal soon and you will not intentionally overcharge me this month.
The nekkid chick in the window,
Me
I would like to send you my deepest apologies for the image that I feel certain will forever be etched in your memory. As you rounded the corner of my house this morning, I am sure that you were not expecting to see me. And by me, I mean ALL of me. Perhaps you got a little too close to my window. I don't usually make it a habit of parading around my home nekkid. Most of the time I can be found completely covered. But today, my dear reader of my meter, was not your lucky day. I had just showered and realized I forgot my towels. The linen closet is just outside my bedroom. I tiptoed to the closet. I reached for the towels. And. there. you. were. It was definitely a case of being in the wrong place at the wrong time. I am quite certain that you were not prepared to see that much white, dimply flesh. I pray you did not eat breakfast this morning. Oh, how I pray. And I hope this will not cause you to have aversions to cheese that is cottage. (Though I feel sure that it will) I hope your corneas will heal soon and you will not intentionally overcharge me this month.
The nekkid chick in the window,
Me
Wednesday, October 7, 2009
You know you live in a small town when....
You pick up the local paper and read this:
On Sept. 28, a woman reported someone pried open her front door and stole the following: Food valued at $4 and a speaker box valued at $50.
On Sept. 29, an employee of a local grocery store reported someone stole the following: A bag of chips valued at $1, two packages of lemon drops valued at $1, and a box of aluminum foil valued at $1. All items were recovered and the incident was cleared by an arrest.
Seriously?
Do we not have anything more exciting to report?
I have more excitement going on in my home than that.
On Sept. 29, a five year old stole his sisters Oreo and refused to give it back. He denied the incident but was found guilty when the evidence of said cookie was all over his face. Punishment is pending.
On Sept. 30, an incident of assault with a deadly weapon was reported as a thirteen year old, who certainly knew better, whacked his little brother in the head with a ping pong paddle. Punishment was immediately administered.
Oh, and for the record...if I am ever caught stealing, please let it be for an 87" plasma and not a ham sandwich and cough drops.
On Sept. 28, a woman reported someone pried open her front door and stole the following: Food valued at $4 and a speaker box valued at $50.
On Sept. 29, an employee of a local grocery store reported someone stole the following: A bag of chips valued at $1, two packages of lemon drops valued at $1, and a box of aluminum foil valued at $1. All items were recovered and the incident was cleared by an arrest.
Seriously?
Do we not have anything more exciting to report?
I have more excitement going on in my home than that.
On Sept. 29, a five year old stole his sisters Oreo and refused to give it back. He denied the incident but was found guilty when the evidence of said cookie was all over his face. Punishment is pending.
On Sept. 30, an incident of assault with a deadly weapon was reported as a thirteen year old, who certainly knew better, whacked his little brother in the head with a ping pong paddle. Punishment was immediately administered.
Oh, and for the record...if I am ever caught stealing, please let it be for an 87" plasma and not a ham sandwich and cough drops.
Monday, October 5, 2009
Not Me! Monday
It seems like ages since I have participated in this little ray of sunshine I call Not Me! Monday.
Actually, I didn't name it.
MckMama did.
It is her thing...I just participate.
Let's get started, shall we?
I did not let my first born play football this year.
Nope, not me.
He is a seventh grader for heavens sake.
I am protective of my babies and am quite fond of their bones.
I am especially fond of bones that are in one piece.
If I did let my first born play such sports, I most certainly would not let him play far from home.
And certainly not in remote locations that do not have cell phone service.
Or paved roads.
I am kidding about the roads.
I think.
I must know where my children are at all times.
And what condition their bones are in.
So, I would never, ever text every person that I knew to find out about said bones.
Or teeth.
That would be a tad bit overprotective.
And that is definitely not me.
Actually, I didn't name it.
MckMama did.
It is her thing...I just participate.
Let's get started, shall we?
I did not let my first born play football this year.
Nope, not me.
He is a seventh grader for heavens sake.
I am protective of my babies and am quite fond of their bones.
I am especially fond of bones that are in one piece.
If I did let my first born play such sports, I most certainly would not let him play far from home.
And certainly not in remote locations that do not have cell phone service.
Or paved roads.
I am kidding about the roads.
I think.
I must know where my children are at all times.
And what condition their bones are in.
So, I would never, ever text every person that I knew to find out about said bones.
Or teeth.
That would be a tad bit overprotective.
And that is definitely not me.
Thursday, October 1, 2009
A Match Made In Math Heaven
Would you like to hear something funny?
Think hilarious.
I am substitute teaching today in the eighth grade.
No, that is not the funny part.
Guess what subject I am teaching?
Yup, you guessed it....math.
And not just any 'ole math, oh no.
Algebra.
I am not so good at the Algebra....remember?
Let's just keep it our little secret okay?
I pray no one asks me a question.
Think hilarious.
I am substitute teaching today in the eighth grade.
No, that is not the funny part.
Guess what subject I am teaching?
Yup, you guessed it....math.
And not just any 'ole math, oh no.
Algebra.
I am not so good at the Algebra....remember?
Let's just keep it our little secret okay?
I pray no one asks me a question.
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