Month: February 2008

A heartfelt plea

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Dear Missy,

Do you ever feel like you have the weight of the world on your shoulders? That’s how I feel today. In fact I’ve been feeling this way for quite some time. I’ve been very burdened with this feeling and I don’t know how to get out of the rut. I feel like I have no purpose in life. Do you ever feel that way?

Deep down inside I know I do have a purpose. I just know it. But my purpose is now buried underneath the weight of these burdens. This stuff that follows me wherever I go. I just can’t shake it.

I’ve tried to talk to your husband about my feelings. I’ve tried to be honest with him. But he just ignores me. Either he doesn’t hear my cries for help or he just doesn’t care.

My purpose is gone and my heart is heavy. I long to run and be free. To live with purpose and to help people. But all I can do is sit here and wait for this burden to be lifted. I just don’t know what to do anymore.

Can you hear me? Can you help me?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Your friend,

Treadmill

 

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(Yes, that is a rocking chair on our treadmill. Don’t say a word. I know.)

Please do not smash my face in the snow

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Awhile back I shared how I have a major snow phobia . I promised I would share why and I realized I have not made good on my promise. So here goes. Prepare yourself for life changing stuff folks!

It was 1986. I was a 6th grader. I looked like a college student. (pause)

You may wonder what in the world that has to do with snow. Hang with me. (resume)

Because the Lord decided to make me look like a college student when I was 12 you could say I had a little more attention from the boys than most 12 year olds. I was the tallest person in my class, on the heavy side and very blessed up yonder. Staring, name calling, you name it…I endured it.

On this particular day in 1986 I was happily on my way to religion class, aka CCD. I didn’t actually enjoy CCD so I guess I probably wasn’t happily on my way but I was on my way no less. It was cold. It was snowy. I’m a warm weather type girl so I was doing what I could to hurry inside without falling on my face.

I was almost to the doors when it happened. Coming towards me were 6-8 creepy, horrible, no-good boys. To these boys, snow meant white washing. And they were always on the lookout for another victim and if they could embarrass the big freaky girl that’s even better. I believe they were just jealous that I could beat them in kick ball and although I was the size of Goliath I wasn’t a match for 6-8 boys. To this day I still don’t know why no one came to my rescue. I screamed like there was no tomorrow. I kicked and scratched and screamed some more but unfortunately my face was destined to meet the snow.

Not only did they put my face in the snow. They smashed my face in the snow. And put snow down my coat and shirt. Did I say they smashed my face in the snow? They did that too. And put snow down my shirt. It was cold. C. O. L. D.

I was quite the trooper though. After feeling like I was on my way to meet my Maker I realized that I’d survived the attack. I picked myself up, brushed all the snow away and went into the church for CCD. Again, I wonder why no one even asked me what was wrong. Here comes the big chick bawling like a baby and covered in snow. I suppose those teachers had to deal with the boys themselves so were in a constant daze or something.

Because of this tragic experience to this day I am fearful of getting my face smashed into the snow. And than I decided to marry a guy who is a crazy snow ball fighter. Who has a daughter who loves to smash peoples faces in the snow. All for fun mind you but it’s smashing just the same.

The moral of the story:

I have bungee jumped and I have ridden a canoe through the jungles of Costa Rica. I have ran a 1/2 marathon and traveled through 8 countries in Europe. Before I really do meet my Maker I would love to sky dive, bungee jump off one of the highest bridges in the world (like my brother just did) and go deep sea fishing.

But please, do not smash my face in the snow.

Works for me Wednesday

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We’d been hoping to add to our family through adoption for quite some time. So when I finally got around to getting the nursery ready I didn’t know if we’d be having a boy or a girl. In addition to that I’m not really a wallpaper fan so we struggled to know how to decorate the nursery.

We decided to go with Winnie the Pooh. I had to do a little begging for Hubby to agree. I love Pooh but he wasn’t all that fond at first. I almost had him convinced to paint a large mural on one of the walls (he’s an amazing artist). Like I said, almost. No worries though, we were able to find these great decoration stickers. We found ours at Wally World but I’m sure there are many other options. Here’s a few pictures from Angel’s room:

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This is right above her changing table. Some days it keeps her from wriggling!

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This is of course above her crib. Cute, huh!

We just love these stickers. I’ve already removed half of them and re-stuck them because of course I’ve already rearranged her furniture.

Need some easy and cute decorating ideas? Check out wall stickers. It works for me!

Go to Shannon’s for more Works for Me Wednesday.

Good friends

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