Monday, October 25, 2010
Things that make me think!
"These things I plan won't happen right away. Slowly, steadily, surely, the time approaches when the vision will be fulfilled. If it seems slow, do not despair, for these things will sure come to pass. Just be patient! They will not be overdue a single day!" Habakkuk 2:3 (LB)
My father has come to visit from Alabama. My husband is currently in his 4th deployment, the one year anniversary is of my mothers unexpected death is also very closely creaping up us. And I am just way over weight much more so than I ever have. I know its from stress. But what do you do you know. My father forward this email with this scripture at the very top and I read it, I read it, then I read it again. You know how you hear a song and it just says everything you have been feeling but the singer actually says it? Well thats what this scripture is for me. 3 dutie stations....5 kids...4 deployments all in 7 years. It has been really hard on me. Lots of things have happened threw out these past 7 years and all he ever tells me is "be patient it will all be worth it in the end". I keep reading that scripture and it makes me feel so happy and overjoyed now that even tho yes its coming from my husbands mouth it is also coming from the man himself! Like He knew this would be something like that would help me not beat my kids, trust my husband when I hear woman in the back ground phone calls, help me be patient with my husband when I am needing to talk, and talk dirty maybe. I just need some adult stimulating conversation. And then I hear on the other end of the phone. "well the kids are being out of control I guess I will let you go" SCREAM! UUGGG I can't help it that the kids think I go def dumb and blind once I get on the phone. So I get frustrated and I wans to curse, scream and drink. But I don't (half the time) I remember there will be a reward for all of these things I am going threw right now. I love my kids and my husband more than life its self! But somedays man.....
BUT then I go to my email and I read this scripture and for some reason it helps me.
BUT then I go to my email and I read this scripture and for some reason it helps me.
Tuesday, May 18, 2010
Quote of the Day
I was on Facebook a few minutes ago and a friend of mine put a quote from Bob Marley up as his status. First of all let me say I love quotes. I feel like sometimes people won't listen to what you have to say unless they know it comes from a famous or well known person.
The quote by Bob Marley was "everyon's going to hurt you, you just have to find the ones worth suffering for".
Right now that sums up what I am going threw so to a T. My husband is deployed to Afganistan, this is his 4th deployment, we have 5 kids and are in a new place, state, etc...for only a few months now. I have found people who wanted me to call them friends, I have found people I wanted to call friends. There are people in this life who you tell you that they are the one you can call if you need anything but you know deep down inside if you really HAD to call them, you would really feel uncomfortable doing so.
The reason I like this particular quote is because I know that despite all the things that are going on here while my husband is gone, no matter how hard it may seem it is, and I know that he is not the one who is hurting me but all the while he is worth all the suffering I am going threw.
He lifts me up and puts a smile on my face, makes me feel good and forget all the pettiness that goes on.
I want to start having a "quote of the day" or "quote of the week" blog! If anyone has any suggestions please let me know.
The quote by Bob Marley was "everyon's going to hurt you, you just have to find the ones worth suffering for".
The reason I like this particular quote is because I know that despite all the things that are going on here while my husband is gone, no matter how hard it may seem it is, and I know that he is not the one who is hurting me but all the while he is worth all the suffering I am going threw.
He lifts me up and puts a smile on my face, makes me feel good and forget all the pettiness that goes on.
I want to start having a "quote of the day" or "quote of the week" blog! If anyone has any suggestions please let me know.
Friday, May 7, 2010
Military Spouse Appreciation Day
As a military spouse/mother of 5, it is so nice to know there are people out there that believe in us as well as our troops! A friend of mine sent this email to me today and it says everything just perfectly. To all the military wives out there, whether your husband is Active Duty Army, Reserves, National Guard, Navy, Marine, Coast Guard, or retired from any branch of the service. I want you all to know that there are people who remember what we sacrifice and it is appreciated! THANK YOU for your service, this email is for you!
The Military wife
When the good Lord was creating military spouses, He was into His sixth day of overtime.
An Angel appeared and said, "You're having a lot of trouble on this one. What's wrong with the standard model?"
The Lord replied, "Have you ever seen the regulations? It has to be completely independent, but must be sponsored to get on base, have the qualities of both mother and father during deployments; Be a perfect hostess to four or 40 at a moments notice, handle emergencies without military orders, cope with the flu and move around the world, have a kiss that cures anything from a child's torn valentine to a soldier's weary day, have the patience of a saint when waiting for the unit to return stateside, and have six pairs of soft hands."
The Angel shook her head slowly and said, "Six pair of hands? No way!"
And the Lord answered, "Don't worry. We'll make other military spouses to help. Besides, it's not the hands that are causing the problem - it's the heart. It must swell with pride, sustain the ache of separation, beat soundly when it's too tired to do so, be large enough to say 'I understand' when it doesn't, and say 'I love you,' regardless."
"Lord," said the Angel, touching his sleeve gently, "go to bed. You can finish that tomorrow."
"I can't," said the Lord. "I'm too close to creating something unique. Already I have one who can heal itself when sick, feed unexpected guests who are stuck far away from home during the holidays, and wave goodbye to its spouse from a pier or runway and understand it's important to the country that the spouse leave."
The Angel circled the model of the military spouse very slowly. "It's too soft," she sighed.
"But tough," the Lord said excitedly. "You cannot imagine what this being can do or endure!"
"Can it think?" the Angel asked.
"Can it think? It can convert 1400 to 2 p.m.!" the Lord said.
Finally, the Angel bent over and ran her finger across the cheek. "There's a leak," she pronounced. "I told you that you were trying to put too much into this model."
"It's not a leak," said the Lord. "It's a tear."
"What's it for?" asked the Angel.
"It's for joy, sadness, pain, loneliness and pride," the Lord said.
"You're a genius," said the Angel.
The Lord looked somber and said, "I didn't put it there."
~Author Unknown
The Military wife
When the good Lord was creating military spouses, He was into His sixth day of overtime.
An Angel appeared and said, "You're having a lot of trouble on this one. What's wrong with the standard model?"
The Lord replied, "Have you ever seen the regulations? It has to be completely independent, but must be sponsored to get on base, have the qualities of both mother and father during deployments; Be a perfect hostess to four or 40 at a moments notice, handle emergencies without military orders, cope with the flu and move around the world, have a kiss that cures anything from a child's torn valentine to a soldier's weary day, have the patience of a saint when waiting for the unit to return stateside, and have six pairs of soft hands."
The Angel shook her head slowly and said, "Six pair of hands? No way!"
And the Lord answered, "Don't worry. We'll make other military spouses to help. Besides, it's not the hands that are causing the problem - it's the heart. It must swell with pride, sustain the ache of separation, beat soundly when it's too tired to do so, be large enough to say 'I understand' when it doesn't, and say 'I love you,' regardless."
"Lord," said the Angel, touching his sleeve gently, "go to bed. You can finish that tomorrow."
"I can't," said the Lord. "I'm too close to creating something unique. Already I have one who can heal itself when sick, feed unexpected guests who are stuck far away from home during the holidays, and wave goodbye to its spouse from a pier or runway and understand it's important to the country that the spouse leave."
The Angel circled the model of the military spouse very slowly. "It's too soft," she sighed.
"But tough," the Lord said excitedly. "You cannot imagine what this being can do or endure!"
"Can it think?" the Angel asked.
"Can it think? It can convert 1400 to 2 p.m.!" the Lord said.
Finally, the Angel bent over and ran her finger across the cheek. "There's a leak," she pronounced. "I told you that you were trying to put too much into this model."
"It's not a leak," said the Lord. "It's a tear."
"What's it for?" asked the Angel.
"It's for joy, sadness, pain, loneliness and pride," the Lord said.
"You're a genius," said the Angel.
The Lord looked somber and said, "I didn't put it there."
~Author Unknown
Wednesday, April 28, 2010
Spicy Pretzels
Wanting to try something different than just plain old pretzels but yet still snack in a healthy way, I started experimenting (which is when my best food creations are born).
I started with a bag of plain pretzels (salted of course). Poured the whole bag into a 1 gallon zip lock baggie.
Then started throwing what ever I could into it. I knew I wanted them sorta spicy, I have grown to love spicy foods. Starting with Olive oil to use as a "glue" for my other ingredients. Also Olive oil is not as fattening as vegetable oil. I then dashed some cayenne pepper into the bag, garlic powder, onion salt, parsley flakes, and cilantro. Shake well till evenly mixed.
For a taste test I just rubbed a little off the inside of the bag. I didn't like it LoL.....SO I added in some honey and some Adobe seasoning (the kind with pepper in it). Shook the bag again, trying to be careful and not break all the pretzels.
Now for my second taste test......mmm just right! Now I just want to let it sit for a couple of hours to let all the flavors marinate.
I did try to find some recipes online before starting this but had no luck.
I believe I am gonna keep experimenting its fun and takes up some time during this deployment.
I started with a bag of plain pretzels (salted of course). Poured the whole bag into a 1 gallon zip lock baggie.
Then started throwing what ever I could into it. I knew I wanted them sorta spicy, I have grown to love spicy foods. Starting with Olive oil to use as a "glue" for my other ingredients. Also Olive oil is not as fattening as vegetable oil. I then dashed some cayenne pepper into the bag, garlic powder, onion salt, parsley flakes, and cilantro. Shake well till evenly mixed.
For a taste test I just rubbed a little off the inside of the bag. I didn't like it LoL.....SO I added in some honey and some Adobe seasoning (the kind with pepper in it). Shook the bag again, trying to be careful and not break all the pretzels.
Now for my second taste test......mmm just right! Now I just want to let it sit for a couple of hours to let all the flavors marinate.
I did try to find some recipes online before starting this but had no luck.
I believe I am gonna keep experimenting its fun and takes up some time during this deployment.
Friday, March 12, 2010
You Never Know
Getting the boys out of the shower this morning it occurred to me as I watched my 2 precious little boys parade around the house with their "capes" on. My little girls never made a big deal (standing screaming, stomping, refusing to move) until I put their "cape" on. It really kills me when they start freaking out, I turn and look to see what body part has been pulled off by his brother and all that has happened.....his "hood" fell off!
I so remember the days when the girls were little (well Ramie still is) and they would just be happy with a pair of my shoes. Cecilia used to be my make up buddy I had an old blush brush that I would give her and she would put her make up on to.
I always heard boys were easier.......but I aint so sure about that lol. Right now as I am typing this my boys are trying to shoot each other with the vacuum cleaner hose. Kids do make life exciting, just a few minutes ago as I was sitting here I heard the boys talking (they have their own twin communication we call it) so I got up to see what was going on. As Kamryn left for school I guess she didn't fully shut the front door. Turner being the daring one ran outside (naked) and was standing outside the door, Taylor was on the inside. As he turns and sees me coming he joins his brother outside and they both take a mad dash towards the driveway, to make matters worse I look at the house across the street, yes, the woman who lives there is standing with her front door open just dieing laughing. So I continue to chase the streakers they are now headed to the side of the house, I look up......you know it...... my neighbors who have had family visiting all week are ALL standing in the driveway watching the demise of my existence on this post. Finally I just picked them up and brought them in. I am telling you, girls would think more of them selves even at the age of 2 than to run outside naked in front of a neighborhood of people embarrassing there mother. I think LOL
So this post started out as the difference between boys and girls and just shifted. But you never know what is gonna happen and that is what is great about being a mommy, a wife, a cook, a maid, a nurse, and all the other many hats that us woman wear. I wouldn't trade it for the world!
I so remember the days when the girls were little (well Ramie still is) and they would just be happy with a pair of my shoes. Cecilia used to be my make up buddy I had an old blush brush that I would give her and she would put her make up on to.
I always heard boys were easier.......but I aint so sure about that lol. Right now as I am typing this my boys are trying to shoot each other with the vacuum cleaner hose. Kids do make life exciting, just a few minutes ago as I was sitting here I heard the boys talking (they have their own twin communication we call it) so I got up to see what was going on. As Kamryn left for school I guess she didn't fully shut the front door. Turner being the daring one ran outside (naked) and was standing outside the door, Taylor was on the inside. As he turns and sees me coming he joins his brother outside and they both take a mad dash towards the driveway, to make matters worse I look at the house across the street, yes, the woman who lives there is standing with her front door open just dieing laughing. So I continue to chase the streakers they are now headed to the side of the house, I look up......you know it...... my neighbors who have had family visiting all week are ALL standing in the driveway watching the demise of my existence on this post. Finally I just picked them up and brought them in. I am telling you, girls would think more of them selves even at the age of 2 than to run outside naked in front of a neighborhood of people embarrassing there mother. I think LOL
So this post started out as the difference between boys and girls and just shifted. But you never know what is gonna happen and that is what is great about being a mommy, a wife, a cook, a maid, a nurse, and all the other many hats that us woman wear. I wouldn't trade it for the world!
Thursday, March 11, 2010
Waking up is Hard to do
I couldn't sleep well last night. I heard Jeff's alarm going off at 5am and them him never getting up. So at 5:30 I got him up and off. He usually sets an alarm for me to wake Kamryn up at 7am I told him there was no need this morning I just couldn't sleep. Seven O'clock rolls around, I wake Kamryn up, go lay back down, and as I am laying there this overwhelming feeling of "being watched" comes over me. I open my eyes and both boys are standing over me (one on each side). They stood there for a second staring at me then Turner grabs the left tab of his diaper and jerks it open like pulling a gun out of a holster, then shakes his leg to get his diaper off. He has no emotion on his face he doesn't take his eyes off me at all! I then look at Taylor he does the same exact thing, grabbing the left tab of diaper and jerking it open as if to open fire on me to finish his brothers job, then shaking his leg to get the diaper off like there....done! I thought I was finished! Kamryn was in the shower by this time and Turner had ran to get in with her. Taylor and I were laying there in the bed snuggling I had covered him up and squeeeeezed him tight.....a little to tight I guess because he squeezed out a fart, of course them being boys he laughed then pulled back the covers spread his legs put his finger down there then looked at it. I guess he thought he did more than fart! After that I WAS done! Once again it never seems to amaze me what amazes me LOL
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