First, Happy Father's Day to all your men.
Now vacation...
Last Sunday we drove to Long Beach and got on the Catalina Express. Off we went to Catalina. The first day there we visited most of the shops and saw a movie. The theater there is awesome! A movie you say? Well, yes. It's what the Arnett's do on vacation. The kids have gotten too big for zoos, or so they think. So now it's the theater. Every new place we go to we find a theater and take in a movie; if we're there longer than a day we also know where every potty with in a 100 mile radius is located. Any how, Catalina was cold! Of course I didn't pack my usually standby of tennis shoes and jeans, so I was COLD. The second day Michael and Kevin headed out for their diving trip and Gab and I headed out to do more shopping. We couldn't go to the spa until the third day. The dive was a bust. Michael said in all the diving he's done it was his worst dive every. Kevin's laid out on the bed and he ask Michael, "Did I almost drown?" "Yes, son you did." Well, that just caught my attention, let me tell you. Soo I got all the details. The long and short of it: it was so cold in the water that it took your breath away even with a wet suit. There was only about a 10 foot visibility. Michael was able to stay down a little longer then Kevin and see some of the kelp forest but the surges beneath the surface had him sea sick. So we regrouped and left Catalina the next morning.
We drove up the coast to Cambria. We had a blast. It was still cool because it was central Ca. We bought some jeans and I learned to wear socks with my sandals. Out here that's like a-ok. On the East Coast, at least at one time I would have been shunned for my weirdness. We went whale watching and saw quite a few. Spectacular! We drove up the beach a ways and saw the elephant seals. They were all laid out on the beach like sardines in a can. Across the street from or motel we could walk out on the rocks and see the harbor seals all laid out. They were quite accustomed to being gawked at. As long as you didn't get to close you get look all you wanted to. There were sea otters with babies too. They are my favorite for some reason. We ate with abandon all the rich sea food we could handle. Then on Thursday we came home.
I'll try to get pictures posted. I personally think pictures are so much fun! I really enjoy it when you guys post pictures. I just haven't done it enough for it to be second nature yet so I procrastinate the process. :)
Sunday, June 17, 2007
Saturday, June 9, 2007
The weekend
Here I sit in front of the computer. Big deal because?
We leave for a family vacation to Catalina Island tomorrow. It is 1300 and I haven't begun to pack. I also accepted a dinner invitation at a very dear friend's house and I have to leave my house at 1600 to get there. I still have to do laundry, clean the house and pack. Amazing at the change in me!! The house will probably be left undone. The dogs won't mind but the neighbor feeding them for me may change her opinion of me. :)
Twenty years ago things were different. Michael and I planned a week end trip to Las Vegas. His friend was getting married and we were invited along. Two weeks BEFORE the planned week end I started packing. For a 2 day week end mind you. Here it is 3 hours before I think I should have it all done and I haven't even started. But it gets better. This night 20 years ago that I started packing for a two day trip; I also ended up in the closet in tears because Michael refused to get up and come help me. He's a man, the morning of the trip, regardless of how long, he throws in a hand full of shirts and underwear and he's packed. How could I know this as a newlywed? I learned. We still laugh about that night though it was far from funny at the time! Maybe I have learned to relax a little too much. I'll know as soon as we arrive at the Island and I realize what I didn't pack. Or I'll be up until 2am packing and cleaning tonight. As long as Michael doesn't have to drag my crying self out of a closet at some point all will be well. :)
See ya in a week.
We leave for a family vacation to Catalina Island tomorrow. It is 1300 and I haven't begun to pack. I also accepted a dinner invitation at a very dear friend's house and I have to leave my house at 1600 to get there. I still have to do laundry, clean the house and pack. Amazing at the change in me!! The house will probably be left undone. The dogs won't mind but the neighbor feeding them for me may change her opinion of me. :)
Twenty years ago things were different. Michael and I planned a week end trip to Las Vegas. His friend was getting married and we were invited along. Two weeks BEFORE the planned week end I started packing. For a 2 day week end mind you. Here it is 3 hours before I think I should have it all done and I haven't even started. But it gets better. This night 20 years ago that I started packing for a two day trip; I also ended up in the closet in tears because Michael refused to get up and come help me. He's a man, the morning of the trip, regardless of how long, he throws in a hand full of shirts and underwear and he's packed. How could I know this as a newlywed? I learned. We still laugh about that night though it was far from funny at the time! Maybe I have learned to relax a little too much. I'll know as soon as we arrive at the Island and I realize what I didn't pack. Or I'll be up until 2am packing and cleaning tonight. As long as Michael doesn't have to drag my crying self out of a closet at some point all will be well. :)
See ya in a week.
Thursday, June 7, 2007
It's Been Twenty Years!!
We did it. Michael and I have been married for 20 years. Unbelievable. I can not even begin to explain how incredibly amazing this is to me. When I got married, I believed that I loved this man and I had every intention of staying married to him. Can I just say that as a 21 yr old I had no idea what that actually meant!!
At our wedding it was Michael that cried. No one realizes that because they didn't hear him. As we were saying our vows I looked at this man and saw a single tear trailing down his face, that's when I got choked up. He loves me. He has spent the last 20 years proving to me in action and word that he does indeed love me.
It has been no picnic; more like a rose garden.
When you look you can see beautiful roses. However, when you walk close or stoop to care for the bushes you can see and feel the thorns. Our thorns have come in every shape and size through the years. Some of those thorns have caught us by surprise and some of those we saw coming. Let me tell you though, the roses are beautiful and they bloom all year round.
I love it when people come up to us and tell us we look like newlyweds. At first it made me a little uncomfortable. Then I realized they meant it as a compliment.
Jesus has pruned us, He has held us together. I know that in spite of the love Michael and I have for each other if there was not Christ at the center we would not have made it to 20.
20 years. That for me is a major mile stone in my life. 20 years ago I had not a clue. I can honestly say that I love Michael more today than I ever thought possible. I look forward to the next 100 years with him.
At our wedding it was Michael that cried. No one realizes that because they didn't hear him. As we were saying our vows I looked at this man and saw a single tear trailing down his face, that's when I got choked up. He loves me. He has spent the last 20 years proving to me in action and word that he does indeed love me.
It has been no picnic; more like a rose garden.
When you look you can see beautiful roses. However, when you walk close or stoop to care for the bushes you can see and feel the thorns. Our thorns have come in every shape and size through the years. Some of those thorns have caught us by surprise and some of those we saw coming. Let me tell you though, the roses are beautiful and they bloom all year round.
I love it when people come up to us and tell us we look like newlyweds. At first it made me a little uncomfortable. Then I realized they meant it as a compliment.
Jesus has pruned us, He has held us together. I know that in spite of the love Michael and I have for each other if there was not Christ at the center we would not have made it to 20.
20 years. That for me is a major mile stone in my life. 20 years ago I had not a clue. I can honestly say that I love Michael more today than I ever thought possible. I look forward to the next 100 years with him.
Saturday, June 2, 2007
Speaking of Cars
Shame on me for taking so long to share this. Remember a few months back when I tried to take Michael's Honda Civic 4 wheeling, only to end up air borne and then sand locked?
Well, we used our tax return to order the parts so it could be fixed. When the parts came the bumper was the wrong color. The parts people told Michael that the bumpers were always that color. So off to the body shop place he went to get it painted. The first place quoted him over $400. Then on the way home he stopped at another place he had seen advertised. This lady quoted him a price that was about $100 cheaper and said she'd put the parts back on for him. He was so excited! So he left the parts and we took the car back later. When we went back to pick up the car the lady told him he didn't owe her a thing. We were over whelmed at her generosity. She told us that she appreciated what our service men were doing for our country. Because he is a Marine his car was fixed for free. Not just fixed but cleaned. Such a small thing on the surface. Of course we have told every one we can think of. She isn't just generous, she's a good business woman. She knows good business comes by word of mouth. :) Oh, please don't get me wrong, I'm not trying to undermine her generosity. She gave a gift to a service man, God gave a gift to His children.
Well, we used our tax return to order the parts so it could be fixed. When the parts came the bumper was the wrong color. The parts people told Michael that the bumpers were always that color. So off to the body shop place he went to get it painted. The first place quoted him over $400. Then on the way home he stopped at another place he had seen advertised. This lady quoted him a price that was about $100 cheaper and said she'd put the parts back on for him. He was so excited! So he left the parts and we took the car back later. When we went back to pick up the car the lady told him he didn't owe her a thing. We were over whelmed at her generosity. She told us that she appreciated what our service men were doing for our country. Because he is a Marine his car was fixed for free. Not just fixed but cleaned. Such a small thing on the surface. Of course we have told every one we can think of. She isn't just generous, she's a good business woman. She knows good business comes by word of mouth. :) Oh, please don't get me wrong, I'm not trying to undermine her generosity. She gave a gift to a service man, God gave a gift to His children.
Tangerine Marine and The Ghi-Ghi car
I so wish I had pictures to share! Bare with me here as I tell THE. Whole. Story. Not just the little bit that inspired the story.
When we lived in Virginia Beach, Va my Marine bought himself a Volkswagen Karma-gia. It looks like a Volkswagen bug that has been flatten a little bit. It was orange, hence the nick name, Tangerine Marine. He looked so cool in his cammies driving to work in this car. It needed much work. It is very hard to find a car on the East coast that isn't full of rust. There were huge holes in the floor pans. Then we got got orders to the Drill Field in South Carolina. Do you know how much it rains in SC?! By this time there were no floor boards in the car. If you didn't take the corners slow you'd be wearing the mud puddles. Ask me how I know! Kevin was the one that coined the car Ghi-ghi car. One of those cute kid things that stuck.
My favorite story about the car and my Marine happened while he was a Drill Instructor. He was at work and I found this huge balloon. No kidding it was as big as his car. So, I bought it and took it to tie to the mirror of his car. What I didn't know until he got home LATE that night was he was actually outside with his recruits while I was putting the balloon on his car. He had his boots lined up facing the parking lot and his back was to me. He was madder than a hornet at them for something and was giving them heck. Well, they all knew what car he drove and they could see what I was doing. They are all trying not to laugh. Finally I got the job done and left. At that point one of his peers came to him and told him to go take care of his car. It was great.
Then we got orders to come back to 29 Palms and the ghi-ghi car had to be sold. We sold it to another Marine and handed him the floor pans that were bought but never put in the car. Over the years Michael has wandered about the car and the 'kid' that bought it.
The last couple months he has been admiring another karma ghia in the neighborhood. The other day the owner was out in the yard and we stopped so Michael could talk cars. Michael told this guy that he had and sold an orange Karma-ghia. The guy asked what he sold it for. After Michael's answer he said wait right here. He went in and came out of his house with his wife. He was the one who bought our car!! What I small world it is. He isn't a kid any more. Maybe you have to be a military family to understand the uniqueness of this story. We were all just amazed. He resold the car shortly after he bought it. Like I said it needed a lot of work.
When we lived in Virginia Beach, Va my Marine bought himself a Volkswagen Karma-gia. It looks like a Volkswagen bug that has been flatten a little bit. It was orange, hence the nick name, Tangerine Marine. He looked so cool in his cammies driving to work in this car. It needed much work. It is very hard to find a car on the East coast that isn't full of rust. There were huge holes in the floor pans. Then we got got orders to the Drill Field in South Carolina. Do you know how much it rains in SC?! By this time there were no floor boards in the car. If you didn't take the corners slow you'd be wearing the mud puddles. Ask me how I know! Kevin was the one that coined the car Ghi-ghi car. One of those cute kid things that stuck.
My favorite story about the car and my Marine happened while he was a Drill Instructor. He was at work and I found this huge balloon. No kidding it was as big as his car. So, I bought it and took it to tie to the mirror of his car. What I didn't know until he got home LATE that night was he was actually outside with his recruits while I was putting the balloon on his car. He had his boots lined up facing the parking lot and his back was to me. He was madder than a hornet at them for something and was giving them heck. Well, they all knew what car he drove and they could see what I was doing. They are all trying not to laugh. Finally I got the job done and left. At that point one of his peers came to him and told him to go take care of his car. It was great.
Then we got orders to come back to 29 Palms and the ghi-ghi car had to be sold. We sold it to another Marine and handed him the floor pans that were bought but never put in the car. Over the years Michael has wandered about the car and the 'kid' that bought it.
The last couple months he has been admiring another karma ghia in the neighborhood. The other day the owner was out in the yard and we stopped so Michael could talk cars. Michael told this guy that he had and sold an orange Karma-ghia. The guy asked what he sold it for. After Michael's answer he said wait right here. He went in and came out of his house with his wife. He was the one who bought our car!! What I small world it is. He isn't a kid any more. Maybe you have to be a military family to understand the uniqueness of this story. We were all just amazed. He resold the car shortly after he bought it. Like I said it needed a lot of work.
Saturday, May 26, 2007
I just have to ask: Does any one else have trouble with those letters for word verification? I never get it typed right the first time.
Tyke the Beagle has almost dug to China. Beagle stew is sounding better and better.
Gab is 18 years old! She made it. She has been so pleasant the last couple of days. I have meant to post a post in regards to her birthday. You know, a picture of birth and a current picture. Takes mega time for me to do that. Eventually, hopefully before her next birthday. She did not graduate on time to walk with the class. She had been asked to speak at the ceremony, but decided that it was just too much. Then she didn't finish in time to even participate. The good news is she is talking to and working with the counselor and is registered to finish her classes this summer. I believe she'll do it in less than 2 weeks. She was stressing herself out so bad that I told her I didn't care WHEN she graduated just so long as she DID graduate. She is off with a friend and her family for the week end.
Michael and Kevin are off to the movies. I have the house to myself. It is so nice. I am supposed to be cleaning. Yea, right. I was going to spend the day cleaning the house, doing laundry, cleaning my car and writing thank you notes. I have collected the laundry and got it started. I can not believe that 4 people can create that much laundry!! In fact I went through my dresser and threw out most of what I had. By threw out I mean bagged for the local thrift store. My closet is next and Michael will be asked to go through his stuff.
I will hold off on Kevin's clothes because my prayer is he'll have to have a whole new wardrobe by the end of this summer. I think he has agreed to be my maid this summer. Oh to come home to a clean house once a week. We'll see. I scared Gab off. She did a good job, I was just too picky!
OK, I must be off to do the cleaning. It must be done!
Have a great Sunday!
Tyke the Beagle has almost dug to China. Beagle stew is sounding better and better.
Gab is 18 years old! She made it. She has been so pleasant the last couple of days. I have meant to post a post in regards to her birthday. You know, a picture of birth and a current picture. Takes mega time for me to do that. Eventually, hopefully before her next birthday. She did not graduate on time to walk with the class. She had been asked to speak at the ceremony, but decided that it was just too much. Then she didn't finish in time to even participate. The good news is she is talking to and working with the counselor and is registered to finish her classes this summer. I believe she'll do it in less than 2 weeks. She was stressing herself out so bad that I told her I didn't care WHEN she graduated just so long as she DID graduate. She is off with a friend and her family for the week end.
Michael and Kevin are off to the movies. I have the house to myself. It is so nice. I am supposed to be cleaning. Yea, right. I was going to spend the day cleaning the house, doing laundry, cleaning my car and writing thank you notes. I have collected the laundry and got it started. I can not believe that 4 people can create that much laundry!! In fact I went through my dresser and threw out most of what I had. By threw out I mean bagged for the local thrift store. My closet is next and Michael will be asked to go through his stuff.
I will hold off on Kevin's clothes because my prayer is he'll have to have a whole new wardrobe by the end of this summer. I think he has agreed to be my maid this summer. Oh to come home to a clean house once a week. We'll see. I scared Gab off. She did a good job, I was just too picky!
OK, I must be off to do the cleaning. It must be done!
Have a great Sunday!
Sunday, May 20, 2007
Busy-Lazy-Pity-GOD
Busy-- Being back to work has kept me busy to say the very least! Up at the crack of dawn and working til at least 1600, often times it's closer to 1700. I'm supposed to be done at 1530. However, one thing about nursing is you can't just leave if there is still a patient needing care. Could you imagine coming out of surgery, being groggy on anesthesia and hearing this voice say: Your surgery is over now. You are in the recovery room, but it's past quitting time so I'll see ya in the morning. Hope you're not hurting. NOT. So, even though I'm not the only nurse working I can't just up and leave just because you know it's quitting time. :)
Lazy- Now since my wonderful 8 hour job has turned into more like a 10 to 12 hour job, I have become lazy. Once upon a time there was food in the house. So, maybe it wasn't cooked and on the table every night. It was there in the house for any one that wanted to have a go at it! Clean clothes? Sure. Where? Certainly not in the dresser drawers or the closets. Maybe, if your lucky, they'll be in the dryer or the CLEAN laundry basket. The real kicker, the one that made me realize perhaps, just maybe things had slipped a little too far was when I heard: "Mom, why are the paper towels in the bathroom?" "There is no toilet paper" Four days later: "Mom when will you buy more toilet paper?" HMMMM, soon. I have turned into a couch potato. After work I pile up on the couch and watch TV. Sad I know. Worse than sad actually, but we won't go there.
Pity-- My baby girl is turning 18 years old this week. Our relationship is still rough to say the least. She did go to counseling with me last week. I left in tears. If any mother can get an award for trying It's me. I can look back and see all the things I tried that were wrong, but in my heart I was fighting the good fight. Now, I'm still fighting the good fight, however I am trying out a new sword. It's one that I've had access to for many many years and have actually used it from time to time. But, I forget how to use it. See, I'm used to fighting and doing. With this sword all I have to do is close my eyes and let HIM direct the Sword. All I have to do is read and speak this sword. It is so easy. Too easy if you are a doer and a fretter like me.
My son has informed me that his 16 year old, 5'8" frame is carring around 220 pounds. He has always been a solid boy, broad in the shoulders. But a lot of that weight is in his stomach and the Dr. has been watching him for high cholesterol and borderline high blood pressure.
I have made a change in my life--full time work. I love my job and my husband was ecstatic that I agreed to go back. However, there needs to be some fine tuning. Michael helps me quite a bit! In fact his encouragement and happiness at my being back at work helps me to ignore my short comings. He isn't bothered by them. Well, maybe the lack of TP.
GOD-- So I got up this Sunday morning thinking I don't want to go to church! I need to stay home and clean my house! Buy some food and TP and get the clean laundry put away. No my mind says you need to hear the word of God. It isn't your house that has slipped. It's time to come close to God again and trust him with my baby girl. To trust Him in the way He is leading in how to feed my family. So I drug myself to the shower and commenced with the morning routine. When I got to the living room there sat my husband ready for church. God is SO good. Now going to church was a joy not just a ride for my daughter. Then the preacher preached on being in the Word of GOD. Being in the Word and removing the things that are in competition with my desire to be in the WORD. Now, my daughter is a gift from God, so I can't, nor do I want, to remove her. My job is something that my husband wants from me. I spent years fighting this and being angry at him for wanting this from me. This time my heart will be different. I just am so very honestly grateful that I do enjoy the profession that I chose. No, what has to change is my walk with God. It is so easy to live it vicariously through others. To see and admire the strength they have and even be motivated by it. I'm not dealing with cancer, nor have I recently lost a relative that is near and dear to my heart. I just have a family that has needs and expectations. God knows all about it, in fact He created it all to grow us! While He knows it all, I'm sure that He is getting awful lonely waiting on me to talk to Him about it. I know all the talk about putting things in the hands of God, I've even tasted a miniature tad of it. So what is my fear? Where is the balance in being a concerned mom and one that lets go and allows God the space He needs to deal with and grow my child. Where is the balance of being a busy mom and one that needs to relax? Where is the space to meet with the Lord? I can do nothing with out taking the time it takes to draw near to Him and cast my cares upon Him. And you know what?! Talking about it and blogging about it does not count! As I type this I feel like it is the same old song and dance. Yet, a difference. I feel no guilt. Only a strong desire to do what is right!
What is that?
First, and the most important: Make time to be in the Word of God. To search Him out and renew our relationship!
Second, address the eating issue! Make a meal plan, throw out the temptations that will interfere with eating right. Get Kevin and Gab involved in meal preparations! Eating has been an issue in our home for years!! It started with trying to eat gluten and casein free. I have read the Hallelujah Diet for the second time. I truly, honestly believe that God is calling me to follow this plan. Michael and Kevin both are in agreement to trying it. What is it? eating raw fruits and veggies. Sounds simple?! Not when you are entrenched in the Standard American Diet. (SAD) To us a veggie is a carrot or something frozen. Fresh is something we buy and then watch rot in the fridge.
What is heaviest on my heart at this time is my daughter. Please pray for her! She is at the age of transitioning from childhood to adulthood. Verbally she wants; screams for the adult life and adult responsibilities; yet her actions are still those of a child that desires to be cared for. I suppose this is normal to some degree. Well, lets just say we are in counseling for a reason.
Well, now you are up to date. I hope to post pictures soon.
Have a terrific week!!
Lazy- Now since my wonderful 8 hour job has turned into more like a 10 to 12 hour job, I have become lazy. Once upon a time there was food in the house. So, maybe it wasn't cooked and on the table every night. It was there in the house for any one that wanted to have a go at it! Clean clothes? Sure. Where? Certainly not in the dresser drawers or the closets. Maybe, if your lucky, they'll be in the dryer or the CLEAN laundry basket. The real kicker, the one that made me realize perhaps, just maybe things had slipped a little too far was when I heard: "Mom, why are the paper towels in the bathroom?" "There is no toilet paper" Four days later: "Mom when will you buy more toilet paper?" HMMMM, soon. I have turned into a couch potato. After work I pile up on the couch and watch TV. Sad I know. Worse than sad actually, but we won't go there.
Pity-- My baby girl is turning 18 years old this week. Our relationship is still rough to say the least. She did go to counseling with me last week. I left in tears. If any mother can get an award for trying It's me. I can look back and see all the things I tried that were wrong, but in my heart I was fighting the good fight. Now, I'm still fighting the good fight, however I am trying out a new sword. It's one that I've had access to for many many years and have actually used it from time to time. But, I forget how to use it. See, I'm used to fighting and doing. With this sword all I have to do is close my eyes and let HIM direct the Sword. All I have to do is read and speak this sword. It is so easy. Too easy if you are a doer and a fretter like me.
My son has informed me that his 16 year old, 5'8" frame is carring around 220 pounds. He has always been a solid boy, broad in the shoulders. But a lot of that weight is in his stomach and the Dr. has been watching him for high cholesterol and borderline high blood pressure.
I have made a change in my life--full time work. I love my job and my husband was ecstatic that I agreed to go back. However, there needs to be some fine tuning. Michael helps me quite a bit! In fact his encouragement and happiness at my being back at work helps me to ignore my short comings. He isn't bothered by them. Well, maybe the lack of TP.
GOD-- So I got up this Sunday morning thinking I don't want to go to church! I need to stay home and clean my house! Buy some food and TP and get the clean laundry put away. No my mind says you need to hear the word of God. It isn't your house that has slipped. It's time to come close to God again and trust him with my baby girl. To trust Him in the way He is leading in how to feed my family. So I drug myself to the shower and commenced with the morning routine. When I got to the living room there sat my husband ready for church. God is SO good. Now going to church was a joy not just a ride for my daughter. Then the preacher preached on being in the Word of GOD. Being in the Word and removing the things that are in competition with my desire to be in the WORD. Now, my daughter is a gift from God, so I can't, nor do I want, to remove her. My job is something that my husband wants from me. I spent years fighting this and being angry at him for wanting this from me. This time my heart will be different. I just am so very honestly grateful that I do enjoy the profession that I chose. No, what has to change is my walk with God. It is so easy to live it vicariously through others. To see and admire the strength they have and even be motivated by it. I'm not dealing with cancer, nor have I recently lost a relative that is near and dear to my heart. I just have a family that has needs and expectations. God knows all about it, in fact He created it all to grow us! While He knows it all, I'm sure that He is getting awful lonely waiting on me to talk to Him about it. I know all the talk about putting things in the hands of God, I've even tasted a miniature tad of it. So what is my fear? Where is the balance in being a concerned mom and one that lets go and allows God the space He needs to deal with and grow my child. Where is the balance of being a busy mom and one that needs to relax? Where is the space to meet with the Lord? I can do nothing with out taking the time it takes to draw near to Him and cast my cares upon Him. And you know what?! Talking about it and blogging about it does not count! As I type this I feel like it is the same old song and dance. Yet, a difference. I feel no guilt. Only a strong desire to do what is right!
What is that?
First, and the most important: Make time to be in the Word of God. To search Him out and renew our relationship!
Second, address the eating issue! Make a meal plan, throw out the temptations that will interfere with eating right. Get Kevin and Gab involved in meal preparations! Eating has been an issue in our home for years!! It started with trying to eat gluten and casein free. I have read the Hallelujah Diet for the second time. I truly, honestly believe that God is calling me to follow this plan. Michael and Kevin both are in agreement to trying it. What is it? eating raw fruits and veggies. Sounds simple?! Not when you are entrenched in the Standard American Diet. (SAD) To us a veggie is a carrot or something frozen. Fresh is something we buy and then watch rot in the fridge.
What is heaviest on my heart at this time is my daughter. Please pray for her! She is at the age of transitioning from childhood to adulthood. Verbally she wants; screams for the adult life and adult responsibilities; yet her actions are still those of a child that desires to be cared for. I suppose this is normal to some degree. Well, lets just say we are in counseling for a reason.
Well, now you are up to date. I hope to post pictures soon.
Have a terrific week!!
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