What is "tagging" about? Post eight random facts/habits about yourself. Choose eight others to "tag", and include the guidelines in your post. Let your "taggees" know that they've been tagged! Enjoy learning more about your cyber-sisters/brothers. :-)
1. I check my alarm clock about 50,000 times each night before I go to bed, just to be *sure* it's set. Just in case the power has suddenly shut off to my clock after the first 49,999 times I checked it. Understandable.
2. The right side of my face is my "better" side. My left nostril is ginormous compared to the right one, and it tends to look like this giant, dark, forboding cave in pictures. I don't mean this sound at all vain. If you have a picture of me, go check it out. You'll see.
3. I am a sign language interpreter for the deaf at church. I only sign at church- I am too scared to go and take the test to try and become certified. It's so strange- I would say I am "okay" at interpreting what I hear said, but when someone starts signing to me... I have the *hardest* time processing what they're saying to me. Two different skills I guess.
4. I have been a contestant, and subsequently a loser, on two different games shows. Good times...
5. I am *terrible* with names. Seriously. It's shameful, really. I often need to be reminded of someone's name several times before I get it. So if you happen to bump into me somewhere, and I say, "Hey, GIRL!" or "What up, Fella?" that's a pretty good clue that while I *know* you, your name has escaped me. Forgive me in advance.
6. I consider my child one of my heroes.
7. I'm 35 years old and I still need my parents. I talk to them on the phone nearly everyday, since distance prohibits me from dropping by their house. No matter how big or small the events of my day may be, I can't wait to share those details with my Mama, and she can't wait to hear them. When I worry over work, life, etc, my Daddy's sensible advice always soothes me. I adore them both. I don't care who knows.
8. In the sum of my 35 years, I would say I have found this little fact to be true: No matter how old we become, some of us just never seem to leave high school. Chew on that little "nugget o' wisdom" for a bit if you'd like. =)
You can never be too old to NEED your parents, and there is just something special about daddies--don't get me started! what show where you on? i loved high school!!!!
i had no idea about #3! you rock! and i am exactly the same way about #7. when i lived in dc, i talked to my mom every night (except one), even if it was just for a couple of minutes. it was the highlight of my evenings. :)
I happen to have one of those game show appearances on tape. :o
I did *not* know you signed. I learned something new about you!
Don't be ashamed of needing your parents. Bask in the season you have right now of being *able* to talk to them everyday. A day will one day come when that season will be over...enjoy every minute of it.
I watched a movie last night that I can only partially endorse. It's called The Jane Austen Book Club. Take out the unnecessary lesbian bit and the language (though I have the guardian, quite a bit was blacked out so I know there was a lot of language) and it was really good. There is one girl who sees an old high school nemesis at her mother's funeral and as she's crying to her husband while remembering something this girl did to her then he says to her, "Baby, high school is over." and she replies, "High School is never over!"
I've never noticed the cave nostril. I'll have to go find your picture to verify this little tidbit of information. At least you have a good side. My nose looks wonky now no matter which way I turn.
I think those are different skills, thoug I don't know how to categorize them. In speaking Spanish I can speak it well, but when it comes to comprehending it when it is spoken back - that's a lot harder for me.
Not night before last but last night I just got up every so often to give him his meds and check his blood pressure and I would sleep most of the next four hour period.
Yeah, I was jealous when she said she was with you. I told her to ask you, "Hey, what's up with that huge, cave-like nostril you've got going on there?" But I bet she chickened out. :)
I wanted to tell you something; something I thought you should be reminded of: YOU are a special creation! YOU are cared for! YOU have much value!
You may wonder how I know this? That's an easy one. Read on.
"For I am convinced that neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons, neither the present nor the future, nor any powers, neither height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord." -- Romans 8: 38, 39
You are loved immeasurably by the Creator of the Universe! You are so loved that nothing in your past and nothing in your future could make Him stop loving you! You could travel to the highest most remote point, or lowest depths of the darkest ocean, and even there, you would be loved! Even if your thoughts were (unfortunately) no where near Him, He would be waiting for you, loving you, longing for you to love Him back.
That said, it bears repeating: YOU are a special creation! YOU are cared for! YOU have much value!
What a great post!! That is so well said. We don't stop to think of that as often as we should. I think my days would go a whole lot better if I would think of it more:) THank you for your thoughts, Tracy!! Good stuff:)
Love the friend picture up there...you guys are beautiful!!
Thank you for saying that about my girls! I didnt think i would like there uniforms but they actually have a lot to choose from. And how can it look bad on two little girls right?
It has been going on for 36 years now. It started at birth. His first surgeries were at the age of 2 1/2 years and his first transplant was at the age of 12. He is quite the fighter.
I guess that when it has gone on for so long, you sometimes think the whole world already knows the story and you are boring them. But after so many questions, I thought it time I stepped into reality and "got acquainted. Thanks for taking the time to read
... sitting down to your computer, pulling out the keyboard, placing your fingers in their usual location, only to discover a giant spider walking next to your hand on that very keyboard. You learn quickly that even though you're supposed to be the grown up, you can go to screaming maniac just like THAT. *aahh!*
... realizing how old and dismally out of style you are, when you venture out to the tanning salon for the first time in over half your life (literally), and realize that you have no clue how to work one of those beds. Upon confessing this to the attendants, you also suddenly realize that you're surrounded by 18 year olds who weigh no more than 82 pounds, and you realize that you don't look at all like you did when you were 18, and that probably is the reason all of those 18 year olds are looking back at you like you're some sort of curious artifact. The topper is when you finally emerge from your tanning cocoon, after the whopping 5 minutes you're allotted (since your skin is so dreadfully pasty) and your family pipes up "Well you don't look any different at all!" *sigh*
... having a hymn bring you suddenly to tears, forcing you to turn your head in some awkward contorted way, as you try to act as though all is well. The strangest thing is that before you started singing the hymn, you felt fine- but somewhere in those lyrics to "Tarry With Me" you hear yourself actually saying those words, feeling every emotion, crying out to the Lord, and something somewhere gives way, and the flood of tears commences. As you try to explain this to your concerned brothers and sisters in Christ, they nod and say they understand. And you believe they do understand, because we've all been there. *peace*
... having your Husband call you while he's at work "just because." There's a lot of other things he could be doing/thinking about, and you're the one he chose to focus on in that moment. No one else. Just you. At first you may forget this, and think of all the other things you could be getting done around the house, but thankfully, you come to your senses, and just enjoy the sound of that Husband's voice for a minute. *love*
... answering your telephone at work, only to be greeted by the voice of your very best friend, calling from hundreds of miles away. Suddenly the walls of your cubicle don't seem to forboding, and the flourescent lights don't seem so glaring, and that mountain of paperwork may be able to be conquered after all. You find yourself escaping the four walls of that building if only for a minute... being carried away to that happy best friend place in your heart, and you find yourself smiling for the rest of the day. *contentment*
... taking a nice long stroll with your daughter and hearing her say that today, rather than listen to her headphones, she wants the time to just talk to you, her Mama. It never bothered you before that she listened to her headphones, but after the wonderful talks the two of you share on that walk, your heart flutters a bit, and you pray that she'll never want to bring those headphones again. *happiness*
I have such a good life, so much to be thankful for.
A very refreshing post.:) I love it when your name lights up. You always put things in just the right way...fun to read. I can totally relate with most of the things on here. You are cracking me up with the tanning deal...it's totally me too.
Is coming to St. Louis in your plans at all in the near future? We would love to see you all and get some good laughs in...I've always loved your laugh:)
Well, we are back in Washington. Are closing on a house in Lake Stevens (just east of Everett). We are worshipping with a nice group in Monroe. Lowell Williams is the preacher if you remember him... I work for the city of Seattle as a GIS (computer systems) supervisor. The pay is good, but the politicals are way, way left. I try to fly under the radar. So how many kids do you and Glen have? How is Glen by the way? What does he do for work? So our boys are Grant (almost 4), Cody (almost 2) and soon to be Will (at least thats his name for now, LOL). Grant is so much fun...he is a total adventurer. He loves boy stuff (trucks, dinosaurs, sharks, dirt, rocks, etc.) Cody is also very adventerous and wants to do whatever his brother does. Luckily my income is enough for Staci to stay home with the boys, so that has been nice. Since I last saw you (which I believe was at your wedding) Ive lived in Alabama, Washington, back to bama, back to Wa, back to bama, back to wa, Idaho and now finally back to wa. Its been quite an adventure, but we are happy to settle down now. So thats me...you asked! Hope you are well. Tell Glen hey for me.
Hello to YOU .... how in the world are you .... LOVE LOVE LOVE the pics on Marita's page ..... Hope all is going well for you and your family!! Glad to find you on here!!
duh00i just realized you were not on my friends list--well no mo, i got ya now. good ole marita, i wonder if she remembers me? I have some great pics of our makeover nigt in the dorm room her and I.
My husband is happy right now that I am willing to do something to help with the gas prices. Oh the sacrifices we make. (You KNOW I am joking!) He doesn't ride and since I've had my Mom I have done precious little until this summer. I love it and it is so relaxing. You feel the majesty of God as you go through the country side. But you do have to show it the respect of the damage it can cause.
After a gentle hint that I was needing to "UPDATE!!" I felt that after nearly 2 months, perhaps it was time. =) I started to write several times, but the strange thing is that whenever I sit down to write, I think..."Ah... that's just boring schmoring, no one would even care to read that..." and I just toodle off to find something else to do.
I do have a few things I would like to share.
First and foremost, regarding my Dad: He had his follow up exam on the 1st of April. His prostate exam went just fine, and he does NOT have prostate cancer! Wahoo! So thanks be to God, it would seem that the February scare is finally and forever put behind us. He is back to his old self according to my Mom. I really can't thank all of you enough for your prayers, again.
Next: I discovered this week where the phrase "The calm before the storm" came from. As some of you know, Arkansas was hit with several Tornadoes this past Thursday night/Friday morning. My husband kept a keen eye on the news, and noticed that we had a storm system headed directly for us. It had already caused considerable damage in the town to the south of us, so he went and cleaned out the junk closet, so we'd have a place to take cover if necessary. The weather man announced that if you lived in our area it was time to take cover. It had been storming all night- lightning, thunder, hard rain... it was quite lovely actually (It reminded me of the "Thunderstorm" CD Becky and I would fall asleep to at FC). Anyhoo... just as soon as he said to take cover... it was the strangest thing... an eerie silence. No rain, no lightning, no thunder. I in my infinite wisdom piped up, "Well so much for that! It's over!" Glen got very uneasy and said, "No no no this isn't good..." and no sooner had he said that... WOOOOSH!!! What I would call scary Halloween sounding howling winds, hard rains and lightning descended out of no where. Glen ordered my daughter and I directly to that closet, where we sat for the 60 or so seconds that the storm danced around us. My daughter said, "Mom would you mind if I just hum for a little while?" Precious little thing was terrified, trying to block out the noise. It was gone, just like that, and we were all fine and dandy. There was an area about 2 miles behind our house that sustained quite a bit of damage, but our little area was just fine. Once again, and not at all because I deserved it, God put a wall of protection around my little family, and I can't thank Him enough for it.
Last, and this is my favorite little tid bit: My daughter made me so proud the other day that I literally cried and cried. I picked her up from school and asked how her day was. She proceeded to tell me that she had something happen that she wanted to share. Apparently, she was in reading class, reading a portion of a story aloud. She suddenly told her teacher that she needed to stop. The teacher was puzzled, but went ahead and chose another reader. My daughter explained to me that after class she had decided to explain to the teacher why it was she had asked to stop: She noticed that in the next section, the main character was burning a meal she was cooking, and kept exclaiming "Oh Lord!" and "Oh my Lord!" She had attempted to explain to her teacher that she couldn't read that section in good conscience, but she had fumbled in her attempt to explain. I immediately went to the teacher after hearing this, and further explained that we have tried to teach her that God's name is Holy, and should never become common. I explained that had she been reading a Psalm, or a prayer to the Lord, that would be different, but in this case, it was just negating the Lord and his Holiness. The teacher was very appreciative of my explanation, and said she had never even heard of that before. I walked away holding my child in both arms; weeping all the way to the car. If I was that proud of her, I can only imagine how proud God was of her. I know I brag on her all too often, but oh how full she makes me.
Well, there you have it, the abridged version of my life over the last 7 weeks. I am sure there is more I could include, but this has already become quite long enough.
Now you know how much you would of loved your parents to secretely watch you huh? be more fun to let her live and you all play play play and be with each other again, good time to reconnect and enjoy each other huh? You know if my parents did not live here I would be living out west---my favorite i am a woodsy, outdoorsy type and so is greg. cracky---LOL i still remember that. LOL
That reminds me... when I was twelve I was chosen to be in the sixth grade choir for the Christmas program. I told the teacher i didn't want to be in it, BUT didn't explain why. When it was time for the spring program I was therefore not asked, and heartbroken, but still never explained. So all that makes me doubly proud of your daughter!!!
DUDe garage sales are so much work for nothing. And man i can't stand to hear-- will you take a nickle for this? and i only want a dime, and I might be mean but I say what do i have it marked? a dime? then it is a dime. Will fill everyone in on dad when we get results, i have a pretty good feelin about them being just fine. TY and in my thoughts you are
i knew you could sing it the "right" way! :) of course, now i want to sing "i think i'll go for a walk outside now, the summer sun shinging away and i'm happy now."
hmm. i may have to put the brady bunch movies on my netflix list. :)
I'm home tonight, and my Dad continues to improve daily. My older sister went out to stay with him and my mother last night, so I feel very secure with the situation. My Dad gave us quite a scare- but he is strong and stubborn, and his stubbornness, combined with the many many prayers you offered up on his behalf, produced wonderful results.
I want to thank Becky for keeping everyone apprised of the situation- she really is too good to me. I love you, Becky!! And I want to thank all of you wonderful people who raised prayers on behalf of a man most of you have never even met. You heard the call to prayer, and you responded. I pulled up my pleo page one night and showed all the comments to my mother, and she and I were just totally overwhelmed. We passed along your prayers and well wishes to my Dad- it meant more to us than you could ever imagine.
I was scared and unsure of things, but thanks to all of you, I never once felt alone. God's Kindgom is a glorious thing. I'm so glad to be a part.
SO happy to hear that your Dad is better!! God is so good:) Also so glad that you are home safely. I hope things continue to get better!
God's family is such a blessing!
and, thank you for your sweet, sweet comments on my page!!
When can I see a picture of your beautiful girl? I would love to!!!
I love seeing your picture at the top there...your as pretty as ever! and so much fun too!
I'm so glad to hear the wonderful news about your Dad. I'm glad that we can be in touch again! Cute pic of you up there! You look the same as you did at FC! :)
tracy...thanks for your thoughts and words of kindness in regards to my dad's passing. I'm praying for your father's recovery as well. And believe it or not...i actually remember meeting you way back when
Nerves are totally shot but I got a good night's sleep last night until hubby got me up to make his breakfast so he could go plow snow at 5:30 in the morning!
You're asking the wrong person...lol. I assume it flows like other cars with Make then Model. Like I drive a Scion tC- Scion is the make, tC is the model. Although the Scion is a Toyota child company. Anyway, so I *think* Lotus is the car company.
