Bring on the white trash BABY!

Last week, I get a text from Jeremy that says... this p.m. when you get home, the house will look like white trash lives there. And my response was WHOOOHOOOO. It all translated to the "project" will begin! So, that was last week. All moved along pretty smoothly and then, life struck! Project stopped. As easily as it started, it stopped. Jeremy told me that I should complain to my contractor! Not a bad idea, but he has such selective hearing! I'm not sure that spring time was the best time to being a project. All sounds good on paper, but rain, ball practices, dance, church, work, and repeat again, all seems to take it's toll on the project. A week later, we can qualify for "white trash" yard of the year!

Random.

Last night our Wednesday lesson was "what is something you couldn't live without or what would be the first thing you would grab on your way out of the door if your house was on fire!" Most of the kids said their Bibles. That got this ole'mind to thinking. In our household, our Bibles are located all together and for easy access. But would that be the first thing I grabbed going out the door. Let's be honest, no. Because how many times I walk by all the collection of Bibles my family has and just keep walking. I have no doubt that my family is no different than others. We have black ones, small ones, orange one, pink one, large blue one, many different versions, one for ladies, one for men, just a big variety of Bibles. When I walk by, I'm too busy. I've got laundry. Supper to fix. Vacuum (oh I think I could put down my Dyson for the third time during a day). Watching Greys. Plucking some weird hair that has popped out on my face. Kids to tend to. Husband to correct (yes... LOL... you know as well as I do, us ladies always have to correct whether we're right or not) You name it, most of the time, I just keep walking by for whatever reason. Now, yes, I do love me some Beth Moore Bible Study and I use a couple of my Bibles for that, and I do prepare on Wednesday evenings and Sunday morning lessons, but just to pick up and get an answer that I need for the day... hardly ever. The easy access part... now what I mean is when we are darting out the door to church... we grab a Bible or two because of the easy access. Most of the adults I know would grab pictures because we consider the pictures irreplaceable. Just thinking how more improved my life might be if I considered less clutter irreplaceable and focused other important things.

For my husband...

Craziness

Wow what is up? That is what I keep thinking to myself. One day I woke up and realized that my body just isn't what it used to be. I know, where I have I been right! I've been tricked! I believed the 30's were being pretty kind to me, but 33 seems to have a different lesson. My body is rejecting 33. Scares me about 34. And can someone tell me where all this facial hair comes from... one day my lips are chapped, the next day, they're protected and not by good ole' Burt's Bees, but more like a beehive of hair! And geez, don't even get me started on the single wire surprise hair that jumps from the bridge of my nose! And the hormones... MERCY! You would think that a body that has been through three pregnancies would be given a reprieve!?!?!? But no! This morning, really, I thought I had peed my pants! YES PEOPLE I'M BLOGGING THIS! It wasn't urine. It was sweat! Now, any rational female would think to herself... oh yay, I didn't pee on myself in the middle of the night, BUT today, nothing rational is within me. I was more disturbed that it was sweat!! Night Sweats... urrrr! And my poor husband - I won't begin to get into what a crown he will receive one day for putting up with this rollercoaster. I was trying to correct my kids this morning and I'm pretty positive that my voice went from mom to E.V.I.L. At least that message was written across their sweet innocent victim-like faces! They scattered to the car in fear! In fear!
Oh how I hope this ends soon. My friends that are older and wiser than I, say oh yes you will survive and it will be ok. My younger friends... they just think... we'll that it's craziness!

It's the gift.

First let me say, that I am fully aware just how blessed I am. Not trying to be conceited, but let me explain. I have known all of my great-grandparents except three. Those three passed on prior to my birth. My childhood consists of so many grandparents! I don't mean pictured memories, I mean living my childhood with them. So, let me fast forward a bit to this weekend. After 33 years, I lost one of my grandparents. You would think being an adult would make it somewhat easier; but it doesn't. So many people in this world never know any of their grandparents... so yes, Im WOW'd at the thought that God gave me the gift of my grandparents. And it is a gift! (side note: not gift bagged either, I mean a fully boxed, nice paper, huge perfect bow gift) You can't imagine how long I have dreaded the day that one of those gifts had to be called home. The weekend arrived and I made it thru. Poppy Tug aka Pepaw died Sunday. I can't even begin to blog the memories. Mostly because they are so many in number and secondly, Im a blubber butt and I'll start blubbering again. But with a smile on my face, I can blog tonight and say: He was a first-class grandfather. He was a jokester! He was a Christian, a devoted husband, a straight forward father, and a GRAND grandfather! Im proud to be his granddaughter. His "Beccker". His first born grandchild. To be a branch of the Tugwell Family Tree. Sad. Yes. But more thankful and blessed for the 33 years. I'm going to take the cup half full route rather than half empty. And in all honestly, my cup isnt even half full, my cup runs over. Im fully aware of the gifts and the Giver! My heart is fixed, O God, my heart is fixed: I will sing and give praise. Psalm 57:7