I am getting packed up to go on a weekend trip with my girlfriends! I am so excited, that every few months we go to the beach and relax with no schedule. I am lucky enough to have a good friend that owns a condo right on the beach!
Bob will be staying home with the kiddies, and holding down the fort. I think this is great for him to do this once in awhile so that he remembers to appreciate the things I do around here. This weekend is going to be extra sweet too, because here is Bob's schedule for the weekend:
2 baseball games on Sat. morning
2 basketball games Sat. afternoon
1 birthday party Sat. night
and one trip to the doctors this afternoon for a sick kid with strep throat!
my weekend plans:
sleep in
stay up late
eat
drink
lounge by the beach all day
chi chat with my girlfriends all weekend long
come home Sunday night, after the kiddies are asleep
OH, how the tables have turned :)
Friday, February 27, 2009
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
Head Band of Hope
I just celebrated my 38th birthday, I had a great day. Bob's trip was cancelled a day early, so he actually got to spend the day with me. It was a nice surprise. We had family in town and had friends over.I got presents and was treated like the Queen that I am.
One of the best parts of the day was ,of course, opening my presents! Although I loved everything that I received that day, my favorite gift came in a very small package from my brother in Seattle. First, the card he sent me made me cry, it was so beautiful, but inside the box was a blue, Nike head band.
At first I did not understand the significance of it, until I read the inside of my brother's card. He had sent me one of my father's head bands that he wore during one of the last marathon's he had ever run!(from some of my last posts, you may remember my father was an avid marathon runner)
Robbie wrapped it in the box from my father's favorite cologne, and he told me I was to wear it during my triathlon! I just started crying and I couldn't stop. I held the hand band up to my nose, and I could smell that familiar smell, the head band was faded , and you could tell it was well worn.
On my race day, I will have this head band on, I will wear it with pride and know that my dad is there with me, cheering me on, encouraging me to do my best, beside me all the way to the finish line! To me this is more than a head band, it is a band of hope. Hope that when you work hard for something, and with determination and perseverance, you can and will accomplish your task. My brother has told me that he is now going to start training for a marathon, so I told him on his race day, I will gladly send the head band for him to wear. What a great way to celebrate my father's life, to race for him, with him, and beside him.
One of the best parts of the day was ,of course, opening my presents! Although I loved everything that I received that day, my favorite gift came in a very small package from my brother in Seattle. First, the card he sent me made me cry, it was so beautiful, but inside the box was a blue, Nike head band.
At first I did not understand the significance of it, until I read the inside of my brother's card. He had sent me one of my father's head bands that he wore during one of the last marathon's he had ever run!(from some of my last posts, you may remember my father was an avid marathon runner)
Robbie wrapped it in the box from my father's favorite cologne, and he told me I was to wear it during my triathlon! I just started crying and I couldn't stop. I held the hand band up to my nose, and I could smell that familiar smell, the head band was faded , and you could tell it was well worn.
On my race day, I will have this head band on, I will wear it with pride and know that my dad is there with me, cheering me on, encouraging me to do my best, beside me all the way to the finish line! To me this is more than a head band, it is a band of hope. Hope that when you work hard for something, and with determination and perseverance, you can and will accomplish your task. My brother has told me that he is now going to start training for a marathon, so I told him on his race day, I will gladly send the head band for him to wear. What a great way to celebrate my father's life, to race for him, with him, and beside him.
Sunday, February 15, 2009
weekend news
three things that happened to me this weekend and two things I learned.
1.On Valentine's day, I went shopping and actually found a bathing suit, and two great bra's(happy v-day to me, because this almost never happens plus I hate shopping!)
2.My daughter, for no reason, said "Mommy, you are amazing." and just when I was getting puffed up, she said "but its easy to be amazing when you have two great kids!", and she is absolutley right! with both statements!
3.My husband via aim, took my breathe away.. again. Me: Out of all the places you have been , is there one place that is really amazing and you love to go to? Bob: yes. Me: where? Bob: Home
4. Do not color your own hair, then go to the gym and really sweat,you will have it running down your face! that was embarrassing.
5.Prayer works, it rained all weekend in Canouan:) that's mean, I know, but it works.
1.On Valentine's day, I went shopping and actually found a bathing suit, and two great bra's(happy v-day to me, because this almost never happens plus I hate shopping!)
2.My daughter, for no reason, said "Mommy, you are amazing." and just when I was getting puffed up, she said "but its easy to be amazing when you have two great kids!", and she is absolutley right! with both statements!
3.My husband via aim, took my breathe away.. again. Me: Out of all the places you have been , is there one place that is really amazing and you love to go to? Bob: yes. Me: where? Bob: Home
4. Do not color your own hair, then go to the gym and really sweat,you will have it running down your face! that was embarrassing.
5.Prayer works, it rained all weekend in Canouan:) that's mean, I know, but it works.
Friday, February 13, 2009
Over it and new year's resolutions status!
Okay, I am done with the pity party! Hubby off to his island, me off to the gym. On a lighter note I have been doing great on New Year's resolutions.
Read my first classic novel, Wuthering Heights and loved it! It is very dark, bizarre and wicked, so I don't know what that says about me, but I loved it. Now I am starting Pride and Prejudice, its my niece, Kara's personal favorite so this is my next choice. Any other classic suggestions feel free to post.
Also, I am running about 4 miles consistently now! and going to bump it up to five next week. I still don't get how I can be exercising so much and still gain weight? I told you my body must be in some kind of shock. and yes I know, I know muscle weighs more blah,blah, blah, but it could be I am SO much hungry from all the running that the cheeseburgers and cake weigh more than the calories I am burning! hahha. Anyway I am trying to stay on track for the half marathon this year. So from my last post you can see I had a slight mishap with being a good pilots wife one, but I can't succeed at all my new Year's resolution, or I would have none to make next yr.
Well, its off to the gym to run out my stress, and then I can eat my whole Candy box, hubby left me before he went to island. Oh well, he gets the vacation (okay its work:) ) I get the extra pounds! No really I'm over it, really.
Read my first classic novel, Wuthering Heights and loved it! It is very dark, bizarre and wicked, so I don't know what that says about me, but I loved it. Now I am starting Pride and Prejudice, its my niece, Kara's personal favorite so this is my next choice. Any other classic suggestions feel free to post.
Also, I am running about 4 miles consistently now! and going to bump it up to five next week. I still don't get how I can be exercising so much and still gain weight? I told you my body must be in some kind of shock. and yes I know, I know muscle weighs more blah,blah, blah, but it could be I am SO much hungry from all the running that the cheeseburgers and cake weigh more than the calories I am burning! hahha. Anyway I am trying to stay on track for the half marathon this year. So from my last post you can see I had a slight mishap with being a good pilots wife one, but I can't succeed at all my new Year's resolution, or I would have none to make next yr.
Well, its off to the gym to run out my stress, and then I can eat my whole Candy box, hubby left me before he went to island. Oh well, he gets the vacation (okay its work:) ) I get the extra pounds! No really I'm over it, really.
Thursday, February 12, 2009
Would you like some cheese with that whine!
I feel really selfish writing this today. Probably because, with all that is wrong in this world, and knowing that other people have their own stuff going on, it seems a little unimportant, except for the fact that its important to me.
I guess today I just need some of my pilot wives to cheer me up, because I am feeling alone here. You know the scenario, Hubby going out of town, to a beautiful beach resort in the Grenadine Islands, called Canuan. Staying at a beach front all inclusive resort, without me:(
I am not usually bothered by this, being I am pretty busy at home, but for some reason I am feeling a lot sorry for myself this time. Mostly, its not the trust thing I never lose sleep over that, its the left out AGAIN, feeling. The he is going to yet another exotic place, with his work husband to celebrate MY VALENTINE'S Day! While I stay home and take care of everything, so he can sit on another beach and become engaged in a new novel, while ordering umbrella drinks!(I sound a little bitter, now don't I).I told you this is my whiny, pilots wife, self destructive behavior. But its my blog and I'll whine if I want too!ha ha .
But, once in awhile , it really bugs me. Then I feel guilty that it bugs me!
At a time when I should just be thanking my lucky stars he has a job, because I know there are many pilots out there unemployed, I should not be feeling like this. Logically in my head I know this, but I still can't help my feelings. I was hoping to get feed back from any other pilot wives , to know if any one else sometimes struggles with this? I hope I am not the only one, although I don't wish for any of you to feel this way, but if I am than I am the most self-cenetered, selfish, self-destructive pilot wife out there!
I guess today I just need some of my pilot wives to cheer me up, because I am feeling alone here. You know the scenario, Hubby going out of town, to a beautiful beach resort in the Grenadine Islands, called Canuan. Staying at a beach front all inclusive resort, without me:(
I am not usually bothered by this, being I am pretty busy at home, but for some reason I am feeling a lot sorry for myself this time. Mostly, its not the trust thing I never lose sleep over that, its the left out AGAIN, feeling. The he is going to yet another exotic place, with his work husband to celebrate MY VALENTINE'S Day! While I stay home and take care of everything, so he can sit on another beach and become engaged in a new novel, while ordering umbrella drinks!(I sound a little bitter, now don't I).I told you this is my whiny, pilots wife, self destructive behavior. But its my blog and I'll whine if I want too!ha ha .
But, once in awhile , it really bugs me. Then I feel guilty that it bugs me!
At a time when I should just be thanking my lucky stars he has a job, because I know there are many pilots out there unemployed, I should not be feeling like this. Logically in my head I know this, but I still can't help my feelings. I was hoping to get feed back from any other pilot wives , to know if any one else sometimes struggles with this? I hope I am not the only one, although I don't wish for any of you to feel this way, but if I am than I am the most self-cenetered, selfish, self-destructive pilot wife out there!
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
Happy 6th Birthday Nolan!
At 6:45 am on February 4, 2003 my little boy was born. I remember the day like yesterday. He came out butt first and as soon as they turned him around, he peed right into the doctor's face! (And you can bet this is one of his favorite stories!) The doctor says,"Yep, it's a boy alright!"
And our lives have never been the same!
Happy 6th Birthday Nolan! We love you and are so happy that we were chosen to be your parents.
Monday, February 2, 2009
You Can Ring My Bell
This past week, I have been held hostage in my house by two very sweet, sick children. It has been one of the longest weeks of my life. They both have suffered from very high(103.3) fevers, cough,croup and congestion. It has been one of those weeks. On the positive side, my laundry is all caught up, the house is sparkly clean, the garage is reorganized! When you can't leave your house, its amazing how much can get done.
So, as I was cleaning out the garage I found this little bell that was in a box I was going through. It was intact and if you pushed on the middle black button, it lets out a ding, ding, ding. I took that bell into my bedroom, where my kids were camped out during the day. I told them, now instead of screaming for mommy when you need me (their voices were scratched up from coughing so hard) just ring this bell and I will come in to see what you need. Big mistake.You know where this is going, right?
Every second I hear a ding, ding, ding, I go into the room. "what do you need", Regan "I need my cup with water mommy.", "Okay, Nolan do you need anything while I am here?" "No, mommy I am fine.", I go get water for Regan filling the cup only half way so it won't be spilled in my bed, smiling to myself that this is going to work out just fine.
I walk into the room, and hand her the water. Leave room. Sit down to work on my computer. Ding, ding, ding. I go into the room. Nolan,"Mommy I need my cup with water now.", "Why didn't you ask me when I was getting your sister water?" Nolan, "Because I wanted to ring the bell." I go and proceed to get him waterin the same fashion as Regan,I half way fill his cup too. This goes on all day, I hear ding, ding, ding and if my response isn't fast enough, it would only get louder, Louder and LOUDER!
They never wanted anything at the same time, and they relished in the idea that I was at their beck and call for all their needs, regardless how small. These sweet, little children who were deathly sick were about to get it from me. I was trying to be patient, and kind, and compassionate, but they were really pushing me to my limits. The endless summons, the needs, and wants, the questions, the whining, were all driving me crazy. I finally took the bell from them and hid it. I told them I didn't know what happened to it when they asked. I realized my sweet, little, sick babies were taking advantage of me and they liked the power of that bell! I on the other hand was exhausted trying to keep cups full, tummies rubbed and channels changed (yes, they would call me in to change the TV channel!)
This of course got me thinking, about my own bell. The one I ding, ding, ding, daily when I call on my heavenly father. Constantly ringing it, asking for something, and then later ringing it again to ask for more. I realize that God gives each of us our very own bell to ring whenever we choose, how ever many times we need to ring it. He wants us to ring it, he waits for us to ring it, he welcomes the sound!
Then, unlike me, he does not get frustrated with the small, some times, insignificant request I make, he does not get aggravated with my needs, he does not get irritated with me or lose his temper. He does not wonder."What now?", "You again?", no, my God is more patient, more compassionate, and more generous than me.He hears every request made, not just mine, but all his children. I am so blessed that he would never take my bell and hide it, but that he always leaves it within reach, it is always available to me.
At times in my life I have chosen to not ring my bell, I have been careless with it, lost it,or misplaced it. At times, I have taken advantage of my bell, and dinged it for every thing, wanting my needs met instantly (like Regan and Nolan this week), and at times, I have thrown that bell against the wall and left it behind. Only to go desperately searching for it later.
Not this time, this time I am going to keep this bell that I found out in my garage in plain view, not for the kids to abuse, but to remind all of us that whenever we need to, we can ring our God given bell and cry out to him, with all our needs, wants, desires, and concerns. Confidently knowing that he will hear the ding, ding, ding, loud and clear. The bell that he has given us is a welcoming, precious sound to his ears. He will faithfully answer whatever we ask, in his perfect time, and he will always be there to fill our cup, not half way so we can't spill it, but all the way to the top.
So, as I was cleaning out the garage I found this little bell that was in a box I was going through. It was intact and if you pushed on the middle black button, it lets out a ding, ding, ding. I took that bell into my bedroom, where my kids were camped out during the day. I told them, now instead of screaming for mommy when you need me (their voices were scratched up from coughing so hard) just ring this bell and I will come in to see what you need. Big mistake.You know where this is going, right?
Every second I hear a ding, ding, ding, I go into the room. "what do you need", Regan "I need my cup with water mommy.", "Okay, Nolan do you need anything while I am here?" "No, mommy I am fine.", I go get water for Regan filling the cup only half way so it won't be spilled in my bed, smiling to myself that this is going to work out just fine.
I walk into the room, and hand her the water. Leave room. Sit down to work on my computer. Ding, ding, ding. I go into the room. Nolan,"Mommy I need my cup with water now.", "Why didn't you ask me when I was getting your sister water?" Nolan, "Because I wanted to ring the bell." I go and proceed to get him waterin the same fashion as Regan,I half way fill his cup too. This goes on all day, I hear ding, ding, ding and if my response isn't fast enough, it would only get louder, Louder and LOUDER!
They never wanted anything at the same time, and they relished in the idea that I was at their beck and call for all their needs, regardless how small. These sweet, little children who were deathly sick were about to get it from me. I was trying to be patient, and kind, and compassionate, but they were really pushing me to my limits. The endless summons, the needs, and wants, the questions, the whining, were all driving me crazy. I finally took the bell from them and hid it. I told them I didn't know what happened to it when they asked. I realized my sweet, little, sick babies were taking advantage of me and they liked the power of that bell! I on the other hand was exhausted trying to keep cups full, tummies rubbed and channels changed (yes, they would call me in to change the TV channel!)
This of course got me thinking, about my own bell. The one I ding, ding, ding, daily when I call on my heavenly father. Constantly ringing it, asking for something, and then later ringing it again to ask for more. I realize that God gives each of us our very own bell to ring whenever we choose, how ever many times we need to ring it. He wants us to ring it, he waits for us to ring it, he welcomes the sound!
Then, unlike me, he does not get frustrated with the small, some times, insignificant request I make, he does not get aggravated with my needs, he does not get irritated with me or lose his temper. He does not wonder."What now?", "You again?", no, my God is more patient, more compassionate, and more generous than me.He hears every request made, not just mine, but all his children. I am so blessed that he would never take my bell and hide it, but that he always leaves it within reach, it is always available to me.
At times in my life I have chosen to not ring my bell, I have been careless with it, lost it,or misplaced it. At times, I have taken advantage of my bell, and dinged it for every thing, wanting my needs met instantly (like Regan and Nolan this week), and at times, I have thrown that bell against the wall and left it behind. Only to go desperately searching for it later.
Not this time, this time I am going to keep this bell that I found out in my garage in plain view, not for the kids to abuse, but to remind all of us that whenever we need to, we can ring our God given bell and cry out to him, with all our needs, wants, desires, and concerns. Confidently knowing that he will hear the ding, ding, ding, loud and clear. The bell that he has given us is a welcoming, precious sound to his ears. He will faithfully answer whatever we ask, in his perfect time, and he will always be there to fill our cup, not half way so we can't spill it, but all the way to the top.
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