Posts tagged ‘musing’
Today I had lunch with the man of my dreams.
I sat side by side with a man who absolutely sets my heart aflutter.
Let me see if I can begin to do him justice.
He is stocky yet athletic and tends to dress a bit grunge. Remember that? He has the most incredibly blue eyes you have ever seen. Looking into them is a dream, I can hardly keep myself contained when I peer into those glassy blues with such innocence and love. Not to mention he has flawless skin with a smattering of freckles across his cheeks that only serve to add to his sunny countenance.
The two of us have a bit of a language barrier. I have to listen hard to understand what he wants to portray to me but words do not have to pass between us for kindred hearts to speak. He is an open book and a man after God’s own heart. The humblest of the humble, a true member of the kingdom of Christ.
We ate the simplest of meals but my joy has rarely been so complete. He requested pb&j and couldn’t be persuaded otherwise. I ate the same and watched in wonder as he licked his fingers, finishing every morsel. No meal with this man would be complete without a glass of juice and a swipe of the hands down the front of his recently clean-ish shirt.
Who is it?
Certainly not the ONLY man of my dreams.
None other than…
My man, aka Bubba.
No his eyes aren’t quite that blue but I had fun editing since I rarely have time for such extravagance!
I have a dilemma. There is a neighbor with an eight year old son who is a whirlwind, to put it nicely. Usually I tend to avoid allowing my boys to spend time with kids that I don’t want them picking up bad habits from, but this boys happens to be the son of our 4-H leader and a good friend of mine. Sigh!
Tonight is the kickoff bbq and I am terrified that my boys, being younger than he is, will come home after spending an hour or so with this kid and be saying things like “Oh god!” and acting maniacal. Not to mention that for this family money is not an object and they have every toy known to man including all the video game systems and state of the art computer equipment.
At our house, partly out of necessity ;), we emphasise non-monetary contentment and I struggle big time with Thing Two and his addictive nature toward video games. That amounts to their dad’s old Nintendo on rare occasions and three days a week he is allowed to earn time at a free online game where a quad goes forward and backward on a two dimensional track. So nothing fancy at all.
I guess what I’m wondering is how do I prepare them for time with this boy since it is not possible to keep them segregated from every ornery boy on the planet! I’m sure mine can come up with lots of their own trouble too.
Do I sit them down and have a “talk” about not conforming to other’s standards?
Do I prepare them for the sorts of thing he might say (and that I’ve heard him say) and mention how his disrespect of his mother will not be tolerated by me?
I truly love this family and I dont’ want my boys going in saying, “My mom said….” But I love my boys more and I want to prepare them in the most Godly but not condescending way.
Did that make any sense at all?
What are your thoughts?
Don’t you think my “jail” pictures are appropriate? Hee hee!
These are a few of my favorite things!
Here is Thing One and his look alike pumpkin…
Here is Thing One’s Portrait of his baby sister (now one year old-my how the time flies) and I on her 1 week birthday…
Here are three of my favorite things; leaves, the color green and my little buddy “Bubba”…
And here is one of my favorite pictures of Thing Two. He and his older brother got these headlamps for their birthday and while Grammy and Papa were visiting he disappeared. No one could find him anywhere, we were calling and looking, trying not to panic. Finally after a good half hour his Grammy found him asleep with the headlamp on under the guest bed! Gotta love the boy…
So I’ve been a mom for almost eight years now. I know, it’s more than some, less than others but this morning I had a turning point. I do believe my mother would be proud. I have to say, I’ve graduated.
I’ve dealt with poo in every imaginable place and some NOT, I can handle throw up (as long as I’m not pregnant and nauseous myself) and I do pretty darn well with blood just ask Thing 2 aka “Roadrash King” and “Scar-funkle”! My weakness has always been with sink ickies. You know the stuff, the soggy cereal that is half stuck to the bottom of the sink, the random pieces of fruit that are barely recognizable and also very slimy, then there are often beans or pieces of meat swirling around and around in the drain too big to slip through the slot and disappear forever.
The worst is when mom’s been gone and there are stray dishes in the sink disguising the problem. Mom comes home at midnight from a once in a blue moon girls night/baby shower falls into a fitful sleep and wakes up late (theoreticaly-;)) to find the lurking dinner goodies floating around under a couple plates and a handful of silverware.
You know what I did today? Instead of my usual freak out; convulsing while fighting my gag reflex, shielding my eyes from the horror of it all then trying to fish out the invaders with a spoon and a paper towel (no I don’t have a disposal) while all the while holding my breath which if it takes too long puts me at further risk of passing out right then and there on the kitchen floor. Instead of all that I reached my bare hand down into the sink drain and scooped that puppy right out of there. It’s like a creature out of mad science and I TOUCHED it, grabbed it and threw the whole darn mess away WITHOUT gagging.
I tell ya, I’ve graduated!
Sometimes I forget to taste my food.
I’ve even forgotten what wheat tastes like.
Sometimes I forget that my children are all very young,
That the oldest is young enough to still fear the dark.
Sometimes I forget to hug my husband,
And that my best weapon is prayer, my shield is the God who sees!
Sometimes I forget that I do a good job,
That the children will not remember a swept floor, a well thought out meal.
Sometimes I forget my manners, my patience, my happy countenance
But my Jesus, my Joy
He is my witness
Sometimes I forget
He never forgets
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Do you know how much you can learn from observation. “Be still and know that I am God” implores the Lord!
In our instant gratification, fast food, fast paced, speed dating, online chatting, thrill seeking society the noise never stops. But those who take the time to STOP and look around will find knowledge in the simplest of places.
Did you know you could learn to garden without “Gardening for Dummies” or that you can track an animal without high tech gear?
I met a huge bull moose face to face the other day. Twenty feet apart we stared at each other, me on my horse, he in his element. No fear, no aggression he just caulked his velveted rack and stared. Quickly we departed. But how did I track and sneak up on one of the largest specimen of four legged creatures in our mountains when hunters search for weeks with their ATV’s and GPS, their cell’s and scopes and tree perches?
It’s because I listened and learned. I’ve tracked numerous deer and found signs of bears and many other critters. I use my nose, my sight and the sounds that carry on the wind when you are silent.
That’s why I love the woods, they remind me to hear with ears that really listen, see with eyes that search, feel with my whole being and trust my God given senses.
Sometimes in the day to day I begin to feel like one of the machines I load to wash dishes, or type at to communicate with friends or watch to learn something new. When did we become so one dimensional?
Today will you sit down and listen? What can you hear beyond the honking cars, the whir of the fan or the droning of the local news anchor?
See I’m silly, do you suspect my serious compulsion? I have a compulsion for words and I love alliteration! 🙂
That aside, I spent the time it takes to brew my morning coffee swatting flies! Why flies you ask? My darling Thinglets can not resist the great outdoors but since mom doesn’t cook during the summer they also can’t resist multiple trips indoors for a snack. During the summer I slack in the eating and the cleaning department, I reserve most of my cleaning rampages for the dreary days of winter. Please pay close attention to the word MOST as I am not good at practicing what I preach!
The result is a summer slackin’ mamma, several snackin saps and a serious amount of smackin’ stinkin’ segmented sailing suckers!
Since I’ve been a regular participator in Linda’s weekly blog carnival, previously “What’s for Dinner Wednesday” I decided I couldn’t let down the troops so this week I don’t have a recipe but more of a slackers gluten free survival map!
Never fear though, I will be back soon with full tummy recipes since in the Northwest summer is but a passing fancy! We have guests this week and I plan to bring you my brother in law’s (Lil Sis’ Hubby) “Famous Fish Taco” recipe. So tune in next week!
In the mean time-
Gluten Free Goof’s Slacker’s Survival Map:
The first stop is my sock drawer! No I don’t have any science experiments brewing in there just a “treasure map” of sorts that helps me get my head out of the clouds when it comes time to eat! Food preparation is one area that I am somewhat of a procrastinator. I am not confident, I am picky and yet I have grand ideas that often flop (unless my hubby is helping- he is an uninhibited cook)! Sooo, it helps me to have a simple plan to fall back on and yet not be bound to!
Sounds much too complicated for FOOD! For crying out loud those six mouths are simply six pie holes!
After I have fished out my treasure map I wistfully make a paper airplane out of it and send it sailing off of the deck, past the pigs, the horses, and the vegetable garden where I am reminded there are numerous summertime treasures we don’t get to enjoy everyday! Second stop, garden of weedin where we get our veggies fix’!
If there is extra time and I want to impress the rats I might stop by the BBQ on the way back to the house and create a dish for the critics!
When there is no extra time my map ends up as fuel for the barbecue and I whip up my go to summer meal complete with Sweet Baby Ray’s drizzly grin!
Occasionally I forget the whole thing and let my seven year old create his own masterpiece!
So in case there is any question, my treasures are featured all over this page! No need for maps or compasses my husband and I have been thoroughly blessed with the four adorable children God has trusted us with!
3Sons are a heritage from the LORD,
children a reward from him.
4 Like arrows in the hands of a warrior
are sons born in one’s youth.
5 Blessed is the man
whose quiver is full of them.
They will not be put to shame
when they contend with their enemies in the gate.
Aaarg, I hope you’ve enjoyed this treasure hunt, come back next week for a seriously good installment of Linda’s new and improved “What Can I Eat That’s Gluten Free” and don’t forget to visit the others this week!