Friday, October 15, 2010

Conversations with my daughter

My daughter, English, called me tonight to see how my doctor appointment went today. We chatted a little bit and then her husband, Timmy, pipped up in the background asking if she had told me a story. I thought I would share the really made me laugh.

English and Tim were hanging out talking one night

English: Tim, quit farting!
Tim: No.
English: Quit's gross.
Tim: No. I can't. If I quit farting then all the gas will rise up to my head, and that's where all the crappy ideas come from.

English has found the most perfect husband for her. Here is a conversation I had with English yesterday (just to prove my point of them being perfect for one another)

Me: I have a neurology appointment tomorrw.
English: Awwww, Mom. Is your neurology not working?

I love these two. Thank you both for making me laugh until my sides hurt.

Wednesday, October 13, 2010


This is my friend, Chinwe. She is one heck of an awsome young lady. Not only is she an amazing Christian woman....she gives awsome hugs! Every time I see her she gives me a hug. It always makes me smile.

Anyway...this is a shout out to Chinwe. Thank you for just being you!

Saturday, October 9, 2010

The Baby Stroller

I took the boys to the library today. I have promised Ronnie that I wouldn't buy any more books. I will use the FREE library. The boys love it. This morning I just dropped them off for a few minutes and ran an errand down the street. Since we went last weekend I didn't need any new books (I borrowed 4 last Saturday and haven't finished them all yet).

As I was on my way back to pick up the boys I had to stop at a stop sign. I had to wait a minute for a lady pushing a stroller to cross the street. I wasn't paying attention until she was right in front of me. I looked down at the stroller and sitting in the seat was not a cute little baby. It was a 24 pack of Bud Light.

The south does not have ownership on rednecks. Minnesota has them, too.

Wednesday, October 6, 2010

Being a Hermit

I hate when I do this. It happens every couple of years. After a while I start to wonder what the Lord has in store for me. It can't be time to move again. I am doing great at work. Ronnie is doing great at work. I just started school (although I could do that from anywhere since all my classes are on line). The boys are participating in things in school that they love. No it can't be moving.

Could it be some other change? I don't think so. Other than wanting to throw all of our un-necessary things away I can't think of any other change that would be getting ready to happen.

Could it be that I am just a weird-o. That could be it. I am weird. A friend of mine talks about how he could live in the middle of Montana with the nearest "neighbor" being miles and miles away and being very happy. I think I could do that, too.

Could it be that I am getting ready for winter? Winter is a "cold" time of year. Not just in temp, but you don't go and do that much because of the weather. You stay indoors most of the time. You don't visit with friends as much during the winter. The weather dictates pretty much all that you do.

Could it be that I am using school as an excuse? I am doing very well in school. I am making a 96% and 95% in the two classes I am taking right now. I will add another class on October 25th. If taking 3 classes goes fine this semester then I will add one more class next semester. BUT, am I using school as an excuse to not be around people? To stay at home as much as possible?

I think that I am a hermit. I am not short, hairy, or mean...nor do I live under a bridge. I am finding that I am being hermit like. Alone a lot of the time. Declining invitations from friends. Trying to not have to go anywhere.

So Lord...what do you have in store for me? What is on the horizon for me? What are you preparing me for?

Saturday, October 2, 2010


Tonight is homecoming for two of our cities highschools. John Marshall is where Hunter goes to school and is in 10th grade. The other school, Century, is where Veronica graduated from last year. Hunter was asked to go to Centurys homecoming dance by a friend of his, Nellie (who is an amazing young lady). Hunter and Nellie are great friends and I knew that they would have a good time together.

The other day Hunter and I were talking about tonights plans. Who would drive them, who would pick them up, where were they eating dinner, who was in their group, etc. Standard questions from mother to son. As we were talking Hunter asked me to stay at the resturant during dinner. Of course I said yes. This afternoon I told him that I would go and just get a seat at another table. Hunter told me that I could just sit with all of them. (Really?) I was a little speechless.

Hunter's date was a little late this evening. She had a volleyball tournament to attend, and didn't get home until late. She met us at the resturant. I am so glad that she did. When she finally arrived I was sitting at my table and could watch them. Hunter is such a sweet guy. He gave her a big hug, and then got her flower out to put on her wrist ( I didn't have to remind him). He was patient as she was trying to put his corsage on him. He waited and waited all the while just chating and laughing with her.

Nellie's mom had come in to the resutrant with her so that she could get a couple of pictures. I went over to say hi, and let her know that I was going to be doing the driving tonight and talk about what the kids were going to be doing. I asked Hunter if he had already ordered, and he looked at me as if I had offended him. He said, "No, I had to wait until she got here, but I know what we are ordering." It was funny.

After the corsage was on, Hunter asked her if she wanted to sit down. He pulled her chair out for her and made sure she was all settled before he sat down. What a gentleman. I was a little shocked for a second. Ronnie doesn't do that for me so who taught him this?

I went and sat back down at my table after saying good bye to Nellie's mom and started thinking. This is a boy who will hug his mom no matter where we are. He will wrap his arms around my neck and squeeze me tight. He will say out loud..and it doesn't matter who is around...that he loves me. At the end of every conversation he will tell me that he loves me. With a bunch of kids outside the school tonight he got me to roll down my window and told me he loved me very loudly. He opens the door for me when we are going into a building.

Why was I in shock that he would pull out a chair for his friend? He treats me with so much love...why would I think that he wouldn't be that way with others?

I was very proud of my boy tonight. Very proud of the young man that he is. Very proud of the man that he will be someday. Also, wondering who the young lady will be that will capture his heart one day, and how fortunate she will be to have my son as a husband.