Is it a coincidence that my toilet bowl cleaner (something by Lysol) & Pepto Bismol smell exactly the same? I think not...
I'll leave it at that.
Brandon & I are off to the Flo (Florence, AL) for a hot Friday night date in Lowes' paint section, a dinner at Ricca Toni's Italian Restaurant,& Target. What more could a girl ask for?
Tidings of Joy... and having enough WW points to have Parmchicken and Caesar Salad... mmm, mmmm good!
P.S. I am so addicted to ...'s.... It's almost ridiculous.... Really.... I just can't seem to make them stop coming across the screen.... Demons be gone!....
Friday, July 30, 2004
I'm a bit tired, so don't be surprised if this is odd.
My eye doctor (Jeff Jordan of Remke Eye Clinic) is a nut. I met him for the first time on Tusday and it was like talking to my little brother (ok, 6'1" isn't little, but you know what I mean). He was hillarious, we were arguing back and forth about nothing. Quite amusing I must say. Earlier this afternoon I had to go back so he could check how my contacts are working out (or just so he can make bank, take your pick), and we battled some more. I think it's the controlling aspect of our personalities, we seem to be a lot alike. Our link? We both lived in Memphis for a while and couldn't stand it. Ahh, the things of this world that tie people together!
I was reading the oh-so-odd book of Isaiah earlier (not the entire thing at once, I can only handle two or three chapters b4 bed) and came upon these directions. "You will find the king at the end of the aqueduct that feeds water into the upper pool, near the road leading to the field where cloth is bleached." (ch.7, v.3). How bout that for directions? Interesting how God can be so descriptive at one time and so non-descriptive at others.
The last thing I read b4 trying to sleep was 2 Peter 2:22 "A dog returns to his vomit and a washed pig returns to the mud." (The Book) Not the best picture to have in your head b4 you lay down to sleep!
I couldn't sleep so I've been haunting blog-land for a while, we are all interesting in our own little ways. It's funny b/c I have mental images of what everyone looks and sounds like, I'm sure they (my mental images, not the people themselves) are probably completely off. You should check out Matt Eliott's page, he posted a picture of himself and all I can say is he's a brave man!
Well my little blog family, this is where I will say, "Good night, sweet dreams, I love you." I think I may be able to sleep now that it's 2:12 a.m.
Tidings of Joy... but not the whole dog to it's puke thing, gross! :)
I was reading the oh-so-odd book of Isaiah earlier (not the entire thing at once, I can only handle two or three chapters b4 bed) and came upon these directions. "You will find the king at the end of the aqueduct that feeds water into the upper pool, near the road leading to the field where cloth is bleached." (ch.7, v.3). How bout that for directions? Interesting how God can be so descriptive at one time and so non-descriptive at others.
The last thing I read b4 trying to sleep was 2 Peter 2:22 "A dog returns to his vomit and a washed pig returns to the mud." (The Book) Not the best picture to have in your head b4 you lay down to sleep!
I couldn't sleep so I've been haunting blog-land for a while, we are all interesting in our own little ways. It's funny b/c I have mental images of what everyone looks and sounds like, I'm sure they (my mental images, not the people themselves) are probably completely off. You should check out Matt Eliott's page, he posted a picture of himself and all I can say is he's a brave man!
Well my little blog family, this is where I will say, "Good night, sweet dreams, I love you." I think I may be able to sleep now that it's 2:12 a.m.
Tidings of Joy... but not the whole dog to it's puke thing, gross! :)
Wednesday, July 28, 2004
Look to the bottom right of the screen and tell me what you see.
That's right folks! I finally have a blog role posted on my page. If I had known that a poem would've gotten me this far, I'd've been scribbling them out years ago!
Seriously, thank you to SG for the numerous e-mails and html thingys so that I could get my page lookin' like the rest of yuns! I like it a lot (Forrest Gump style). At the time that all of this was going on and I finally had it figured out, I had a Tom Hanks moment in the movie Castaway when he finally sparks a fire. I felt like yelling, "I ...HAVE... BLOG ROLE!!!" and dancing around my office/guest room/Stampin' Up room. Instead, I went out and played with Sassafrass, she was excited for me.
Yes people, it has been accomplished! Now on to the next challenge... let me think of one and I'll update you later. I can tell you are on the edge of your office chair (or like me, your director's chair that just happens to fit at the desk!)
Tidings of Joy... "I... HAVE... BLOG ROLE!!!!" :)
Seriously, thank you to SG for the numerous e-mails and html thingys so that I could get my page lookin' like the rest of yuns! I like it a lot (Forrest Gump style). At the time that all of this was going on and I finally had it figured out, I had a Tom Hanks moment in the movie Castaway when he finally sparks a fire. I felt like yelling, "I ...HAVE... BLOG ROLE!!!" and dancing around my office/guest room/Stampin' Up room. Instead, I went out and played with Sassafrass, she was excited for me.
Yes people, it has been accomplished! Now on to the next challenge... let me think of one and I'll update you later. I can tell you are on the edge of your office chair (or like me, your director's chair that just happens to fit at the desk!)
Tidings of Joy... "I... HAVE... BLOG ROLE!!!!" :)
OK, I'm a big dramatic dummy!
I have been trying to set up a blog role for what seems like a bajillion years. Last night SG kindly told me what to do, problem is, I can't find the "example you are supposed to copy in the help section." Please, all my kind friends who are technologically inclined, help me out! I am near my wits end. I need you, I'm crying out in a loud voice and saying "HELP ME PLEASE!!!" I can be more dramatic if need be...
Woe is me ~ poor little soul from Tennessee
wanting to link to friends so that you too shall know
all of the laughs, hugs, and tears upon which my blog family does bestow.
It is a place where we come to let loose and let go.
If only I could link to these family members so you can see
the happiness and open arms that blogging brings to me.
If it is written somewhere on the wall,
please tell me so that I too can join the linkers club and not fall
from the grace God has granted in order to know all....
And that my friends is where it shall end,
no need to go any further than this.
PLEASE give to your blog friend who is in so much distress.
A bit dramatic and over the top, but that is my personality
I cannot make it stop.
You take me as I am and laugh at my comments and jokes
My plea to you is
"Please help me folks!"
Woe is me ~ poor little soul from Tennessee
wanting to link to friends so that you too shall know
all of the laughs, hugs, and tears upon which my blog family does bestow.
It is a place where we come to let loose and let go.
If only I could link to these family members so you can see
the happiness and open arms that blogging brings to me.
If it is written somewhere on the wall,
please tell me so that I too can join the linkers club and not fall
from the grace God has granted in order to know all....
And that my friends is where it shall end,
no need to go any further than this.
PLEASE give to your blog friend who is in so much distress.
A bit dramatic and over the top, but that is my personality
I cannot make it stop.
You take me as I am and laugh at my comments and jokes
My plea to you is
"Please help me folks!"
Tuesday, July 27, 2004
Monday, July 26, 2004
No hope for teaching
I talked this morning with a principal and the director of schools of Lawrence County. Both of them basically said "Thanks for your interest, but we don't have $$$ to hire a new teacher and three teachers who weren't tenured from last year were let go as well. But be sure to get on our substitute list (it pays all of $35 a day) and we'll talk to you when the state comes through with more $$$." So much for 'No child left behind'!I'm a child, they're all about leaving me behind!This is crap...
Ok, on to happier thoughts. The beach loved me so much that it tried to come home with me. I keep finding little tidbits of beach love all over the house and car. I knew I had a magnetic personality, but this is just too much!
I don't know what to do with all of this time on my hands. Brandon and I are going to Florence, AL tonight to check out the paint selection at Lowes (we're so far out in the country that we have to drive at least 45 minutes to get to Lowes, Old Navy and Best Buy, what a tragedy!). Last fall I painted our bedroom a deep red color called Summer Pudding. It took 5 days, 3 gallons and 4 coats to completely cover my walls, now we get to put up crown molding in order to hide my 'drops of love' that are on the ceiling and our bed is strategically placed to hide uh-ohs on the carpet! I get so excited about doing projects that I want to dive right into them instead of taking the time to do prep work, such as taping off the boarders. Oh well, live, learn, and then put up crown molding!
I ordered two of Mike Cope's books from Wal-Mart online last night. They should get here in a fews days, until then, I am going to clean the house, send the beach love to the garbage can, paint my hallway and living room, attempt to put up crown molding, sort my guest room closet, organize my school stuff, and spend some time with my husband. If you have any advice on ways in which to do such matters, I am all ears, or eyes I guess since it'll be on the computer screen!
Tidings of Joy :)
Ok, on to happier thoughts. The beach loved me so much that it tried to come home with me. I keep finding little tidbits of beach love all over the house and car. I knew I had a magnetic personality, but this is just too much!
I don't know what to do with all of this time on my hands. Brandon and I are going to Florence, AL tonight to check out the paint selection at Lowes (we're so far out in the country that we have to drive at least 45 minutes to get to Lowes, Old Navy and Best Buy, what a tragedy!). Last fall I painted our bedroom a deep red color called Summer Pudding. It took 5 days, 3 gallons and 4 coats to completely cover my walls, now we get to put up crown molding in order to hide my 'drops of love' that are on the ceiling and our bed is strategically placed to hide uh-ohs on the carpet! I get so excited about doing projects that I want to dive right into them instead of taking the time to do prep work, such as taping off the boarders. Oh well, live, learn, and then put up crown molding!
I ordered two of Mike Cope's books from Wal-Mart online last night. They should get here in a fews days, until then, I am going to clean the house, send the beach love to the garbage can, paint my hallway and living room, attempt to put up crown molding, sort my guest room closet, organize my school stuff, and spend some time with my husband. If you have any advice on ways in which to do such matters, I am all ears, or eyes I guess since it'll be on the computer screen!
Tidings of Joy :)
Sunday, July 25, 2004
Beach baby, beach baby there on the sand...
from 10:30 to 12:15, then off to shop for a bit and on to the wedding.
I had a fabulous time in Moblie. My sister-in-law, Karen, went with me. Brandon's not much for weddings, he was at ours and I think that other than any children we have, he pretty much met his life quota! Karen is married to my younger brother Jonathan. It's really the first time we've ever gone anywhere alone for an extended period of time. It was a great bonding experience and fun to have a 'little sister'. I've got an older sister (who, btw, is THE BESTEST in the world), so changing roles was a lot of fun.
I learned and heard several different things on Alabama's interstate and beach this weekend:
1. "I've got sand in my crack" is funny, but always true when you lay down in the sand. Our umbrella neighbor's 6 year old was incredibly informative.
2. When you hear the words "What part of TinC are yuns from?" It's usually a good idea to fib.
3. Alabamans are almost as nice as Canadians, even at the McDonald's drive through.
4. Nascar races don't only happen on race tracks, but also on I-65. No officials are necessary, and points do count!
5. The La Quinta Inn is an interesting place to stay, but not at all like I thought it was going to be.
6. L.A. (Lower Alabama) has germs, but apparently I don't mind them as much as I do Atlanta's (Question? See July 5th blog.)
7. The ride down was lots of fun and full of conversations and stories, the ride back took a million years, was quiet, full of cheesy music from the 90's, and my bum was very numb the entire time.
8. My daddy called, apparently he hasn't fallen off the face of the earth, he's just been busy.
9. You really can't go back home. It was fun to see old friends, but the relationships have changed a lot. Almost sad..
10. Sunscreen works very well, as long as you don't leave it in your hotel room!
I had a great time. Jon did a fabulous job singing. There were two I do's and a kiss and now one of my dearest friends is married to the girl that makes his dreams come true.
Hotel room for two nights in Moblie (via Expedia, who I will not use in the future!) ~ $168
Lobster dinner with the little sis at Outback ~ $25
An hour and a half on the beach and seeing a friend get married ~ priceless.
Tidings of Joy.
P.S. I got 135 points out of 150 on that stinking paper. Maybe I'll make an 'A' afterall... :)
I had a fabulous time in Moblie. My sister-in-law, Karen, went with me. Brandon's not much for weddings, he was at ours and I think that other than any children we have, he pretty much met his life quota! Karen is married to my younger brother Jonathan. It's really the first time we've ever gone anywhere alone for an extended period of time. It was a great bonding experience and fun to have a 'little sister'. I've got an older sister (who, btw, is THE BESTEST in the world), so changing roles was a lot of fun.
I learned and heard several different things on Alabama's interstate and beach this weekend:
1. "I've got sand in my crack" is funny, but always true when you lay down in the sand. Our umbrella neighbor's 6 year old was incredibly informative.
2. When you hear the words "What part of TinC are yuns from?" It's usually a good idea to fib.
3. Alabamans are almost as nice as Canadians, even at the McDonald's drive through.
4. Nascar races don't only happen on race tracks, but also on I-65. No officials are necessary, and points do count!
5. The La Quinta Inn is an interesting place to stay, but not at all like I thought it was going to be.
6. L.A. (Lower Alabama) has germs, but apparently I don't mind them as much as I do Atlanta's (Question? See July 5th blog.)
7. The ride down was lots of fun and full of conversations and stories, the ride back took a million years, was quiet, full of cheesy music from the 90's, and my bum was very numb the entire time.
8. My daddy called, apparently he hasn't fallen off the face of the earth, he's just been busy.
9. You really can't go back home. It was fun to see old friends, but the relationships have changed a lot. Almost sad..
10. Sunscreen works very well, as long as you don't leave it in your hotel room!
I had a great time. Jon did a fabulous job singing. There were two I do's and a kiss and now one of my dearest friends is married to the girl that makes his dreams come true.
Hotel room for two nights in Moblie (via Expedia, who I will not use in the future!) ~ $168
Lobster dinner with the little sis at Outback ~ $25
An hour and a half on the beach and seeing a friend get married ~ priceless.
Tidings of Joy.
P.S. I got 135 points out of 150 on that stinking paper. Maybe I'll make an 'A' afterall... :)
Thursday, July 22, 2004
No more teachers, no more books
no more sitting in class for four hours a night,
no more Taco Bell Chicken Quesadillas in the car at 10:00 at night,
no more dodging armadillos and deer on the back roads,
no more looking at dead, bloated cows lying on the side of the road waiting to go to the tannery,
no more stressing over ten page papers,
no more reading about empathy until 2:00 in the morning,
lots more nights at home with my hubby,
lots more time to relax,
lots more time to paint my living room (a soothing latte color BTW)
and best of all... It's for THREE WHOLE WEEKS!!!
Summer vacation is finally here and I AM SO ELATED!!!! Tomorrow I am headed down to Mobile to visit with dear friends, see a wedding, and in my down time I'll go to the beach, read a good book (maybe Beth Moore, it's been a while since I've visited with her) and fall asleep to the sound of the waves hitting the shore line. Tell me, what could be better than that?
A new instance came suddenly upon me yesterday. Brandon and I were talking about finances and I said I'd be happy to get a job if it was needed. He said it wasn't necessary, but would help out, so I have a teaching application sitting in front of me. It's due by Monday, and if offered the position I'll basically start immediately.
I'm not sure if this is the best route for us to take, but I'm sure that I could be a fabulous, memorable, highly energetic teacher. Heck, I can have fun making slop as long as the people around me are fun too. I did a good job when I student taught, I just know that I have plans other than teaching (plus, I'm not an apple sweater person, not to label or sterotype, but you know what I'm talking about, right?). And I'm not exactly one to conform to all ways sent down from the central office and just teach "the test".
It's all just a lot to process, and could really change the dynamics of our family and affect the speediness of my grad school work. Please pray with us, it's all very new and out of my hands (well, except for turning in the application, which I'll do tomorrow). I'm not sure how it will turn out, and I'm kind of scared. I don't take rejection well and there is only one teaching job open in the county. My shoulders and neck are tensing up, so I'm gonna pack for the beach and think happy thoughts!
Tidings of Joy, the beach, sun, weddings, and ... even getting a 'real' job! :)
no more Taco Bell Chicken Quesadillas in the car at 10:00 at night,
no more dodging armadillos and deer on the back roads,
no more looking at dead, bloated cows lying on the side of the road waiting to go to the tannery,
no more stressing over ten page papers,
no more reading about empathy until 2:00 in the morning,
lots more nights at home with my hubby,
lots more time to relax,
lots more time to paint my living room (a soothing latte color BTW)
and best of all... It's for THREE WHOLE WEEKS!!!
Summer vacation is finally here and I AM SO ELATED!!!! Tomorrow I am headed down to Mobile to visit with dear friends, see a wedding, and in my down time I'll go to the beach, read a good book (maybe Beth Moore, it's been a while since I've visited with her) and fall asleep to the sound of the waves hitting the shore line. Tell me, what could be better than that?
A new instance came suddenly upon me yesterday. Brandon and I were talking about finances and I said I'd be happy to get a job if it was needed. He said it wasn't necessary, but would help out, so I have a teaching application sitting in front of me. It's due by Monday, and if offered the position I'll basically start immediately.
I'm not sure if this is the best route for us to take, but I'm sure that I could be a fabulous, memorable, highly energetic teacher. Heck, I can have fun making slop as long as the people around me are fun too. I did a good job when I student taught, I just know that I have plans other than teaching (plus, I'm not an apple sweater person, not to label or sterotype, but you know what I'm talking about, right?). And I'm not exactly one to conform to all ways sent down from the central office and just teach "the test".
It's all just a lot to process, and could really change the dynamics of our family and affect the speediness of my grad school work. Please pray with us, it's all very new and out of my hands (well, except for turning in the application, which I'll do tomorrow). I'm not sure how it will turn out, and I'm kind of scared. I don't take rejection well and there is only one teaching job open in the county. My shoulders and neck are tensing up, so I'm gonna pack for the beach and think happy thoughts!
Tidings of Joy, the beach, sun, weddings, and ... even getting a 'real' job! :)
Wednesday, July 21, 2004
Yet another random glimpse...
Ok, so I know that the Bible is supposed to be very historical and a great educational tool, etc. etc. BUT, I've been reading my way through the O.T. I think this is the first time I've ever made it all the way to the Song Of Song's/Solomon. Here is where my warped thinking comes in...
It has many similies (I think that's what they are called, wasn't exactly an English pro in school) and likens a woman's breasts to "twin fawns of a gazelle" (ch.4, v.5). Now, I am a pretty big Crocodile Hunter fan, and when I read the gazelle line it just sounded very Steve Irwin to me. I had an incredibly tough time making it through all eight chapters without picturing Steve in the Australian Outback. I literally laughed the entire time!
Another thing that stuck out to me was ch.1, v. 6 "Don't look down on me, you fair city girls, just because my complexion is so dark. The sun has burned my skin..." I guess women have always thought about being tanned in one case or another. Talk about life applications!!!
Tidings of Joy... and Biblical writers with Aussie accents! (Is that wrong to think and blog about?!!) :)
It has many similies (I think that's what they are called, wasn't exactly an English pro in school) and likens a woman's breasts to "twin fawns of a gazelle" (ch.4, v.5). Now, I am a pretty big Crocodile Hunter fan, and when I read the gazelle line it just sounded very Steve Irwin to me. I had an incredibly tough time making it through all eight chapters without picturing Steve in the Australian Outback. I literally laughed the entire time!
Another thing that stuck out to me was ch.1, v. 6 "Don't look down on me, you fair city girls, just because my complexion is so dark. The sun has burned my skin..." I guess women have always thought about being tanned in one case or another. Talk about life applications!!!
Tidings of Joy... and Biblical writers with Aussie accents! (Is that wrong to think and blog about?!!) :)
Tuesday, July 20, 2004
So much to say, so little energy...
Just a glimpse into my brain, a very justifiable, warped, bit on the sarcastic side, silly comments around every corner, little noodle.
My favorite verse in the Bible is Proverbs 31:18 New Living Translation (aren't you proud of me Jon? Not the same ole King Jimmy gal I was all those years ago...)
Chapter 31 is talking about the virtuous woman, my favorite description is...18. "She watches for bargains."
Chew on that for a while and then let me know what you think. If that's not a reason to shop, I'm not sure what is!
Tidings of Joy :)
My favorite verse in the Bible is Proverbs 31:18 New Living Translation (aren't you proud of me Jon? Not the same ole King Jimmy gal I was all those years ago...)
Chapter 31 is talking about the virtuous woman, my favorite description is...18. "She watches for bargains."
Chew on that for a while and then let me know what you think. If that's not a reason to shop, I'm not sure what is!
Tidings of Joy :)
Monday, July 19, 2004
I don't like my ad at the top of this page
Come on Google / Blogspot, give us something new to look at other than trampoline and Cancer info; something upbeat, something uplifting, something interesting, just something else... please?!!!!
Eddie George asked the Titans to let him go today. It's a sad, sad day in Titan Land. I can hear the T-Rac crying as I type. We have lost Eddie, my personal favorite player ~ Frank Wycheck (am actually considering naming my first-born for the man, just think Wycheck Hale, the jokes are endless... ),Justin McCairins (sp?), The Freak (no longer will we hear the Titan rendition of that fantastically funny country song), and goodness knows who else is leaving. Come August 21, it's gonna be a different team hitting the field, I hope Jeff knows what he's gotten himself into. Of course, if in January we're at the Super Bowl, I never wrote this blog entry...
I'm crispy today. Yesterday while visiting with my sister, Lynette, I realized that I am incredibly close to being considered an albino (minus the white hair and pink eyes, of course!). I am heading down to Mobile for my friend, Kevin Farrar's wedding and didn't want to look as if I'd spent all summer writing term papers (cuz we all know that's a big fat lie!). So I took advantage of the early, bright afternoon, got in a bathing suit and got burnt to a crisp, and I'll probably do the same thing again tomorrow. My routine is listening to 5 songs and two ads on the radio, taking a drink of Diet Sun-drop (just for you Clarissa!) and then flipping. The strife to look non-albinoish is pretty high, it's just a price that I'm willing to pay, for what reason, I'm not sure. (I think I just made a comma splice, what a fun phrase to say! comma splice, comma splice, comma splice)
Heading off to bed, must rest the lobsteresque face. Maybe I'll peel and see how long I can get each strand of dead skin ~ one of my favorite competitions with the siblings as a small child ~ gross, yet incredibly fun...
Does anyone know a good area of Moblie to stay in? I've never been and the groom had zero suggestions. Let me know if you're familiar with the place, please.
Tidings of Joy and Titans football ~ fall is just around the corner.... :)
P.S. Blogger's spell check is incredibly random. (and I'm an awful speller, oh well, maybe in the next realm it'll get better...)
Eddie George asked the Titans to let him go today. It's a sad, sad day in Titan Land. I can hear the T-Rac crying as I type. We have lost Eddie, my personal favorite player ~ Frank Wycheck (am actually considering naming my first-born for the man, just think Wycheck Hale, the jokes are endless... ),Justin McCairins (sp?), The Freak (no longer will we hear the Titan rendition of that fantastically funny country song), and goodness knows who else is leaving. Come August 21, it's gonna be a different team hitting the field, I hope Jeff knows what he's gotten himself into. Of course, if in January we're at the Super Bowl, I never wrote this blog entry...
I'm crispy today. Yesterday while visiting with my sister, Lynette, I realized that I am incredibly close to being considered an albino (minus the white hair and pink eyes, of course!). I am heading down to Mobile for my friend, Kevin Farrar's wedding and didn't want to look as if I'd spent all summer writing term papers (cuz we all know that's a big fat lie!). So I took advantage of the early, bright afternoon, got in a bathing suit and got burnt to a crisp, and I'll probably do the same thing again tomorrow. My routine is listening to 5 songs and two ads on the radio, taking a drink of Diet Sun-drop (just for you Clarissa!) and then flipping. The strife to look non-albinoish is pretty high, it's just a price that I'm willing to pay, for what reason, I'm not sure. (I think I just made a comma splice, what a fun phrase to say! comma splice, comma splice, comma splice)
Heading off to bed, must rest the lobsteresque face. Maybe I'll peel and see how long I can get each strand of dead skin ~ one of my favorite competitions with the siblings as a small child ~ gross, yet incredibly fun...
Does anyone know a good area of Moblie to stay in? I've never been and the groom had zero suggestions. Let me know if you're familiar with the place, please.
Tidings of Joy and Titans football ~ fall is just around the corner.... :)
P.S. Blogger's spell check is incredibly random. (and I'm an awful speller, oh well, maybe in the next realm it'll get better...)
Sunday, July 18, 2004
Krispy Kreme & Godiva & Almost All is Well
Today has been absolutely fantastic. Not only did I finish my term paper (at 2:30 Saturday morning), get 2 & 1/2 hours of sleep and turn it in on time, but I finished that dreadful class and can now move forward in my academic career! GO ME!
After church this morning Brandon & I headed to Manchester to visit with his parents and mow their yard. It's just about the only way we can think of to help them out, and one of the only things they'll allow us to do. When B. talked to his mother she said that Ron had been out mowing for about half an hour already. Talk about stubborn!!! His doc said specificly not to do that. Oh well. I 'm glad that he had the energy to get up and do something, even if he wasn't supposed to...
Anyway, back to the great day.
While Brandon mowed Hilda and I went shopping. She is a world class shopper, the woman can sniff out a sale from 50 miles away. It's always a lot of fun to get out and have an activity that allows us to talk. It's usually then that I learn all about Brandon and what he was like as a child and things that Hilda and Ron have experienced in their lives. I love to listen to stories.
Hilda's birthday was on Wednesday, B and I sent her some chocolates from Godiva that came in an iced cooler and wrapped with a bow and birthday card. We had so much fun picking it out, and she absolutely loved the gift! We all took turns picking a piece to eat and describing what it was like for everyone ~ kind of funny, I know, but it was really good!
On out way back home we stopped by my sister's house. It's been a couple of months since I have seen the girls and I just needed some good family time to see what they were doing and get in my hugs and kisses. Shelby (7) and Halle (19 months) are so funny. There is never a dull moment with the two of them around! The most interesting thing was when Halle came out of the garage with a fishing pole. It was only about four feet longer than she is, she had a great time swinging it around and watching us all dodge her.
After getting back on the road for our 90 minute trek back home, we had a hankering for some Krispy Kreme doughnuts and Sun-drops. If you are not blessed enough to live in Sun-drop land let me know and I'll send you some. Without a doubt, the best soft drink made, hands down!
Now, we are home and headed for a good night sleep. Hope you are too.
Tidings of Joy :)
After church this morning Brandon & I headed to Manchester to visit with his parents and mow their yard. It's just about the only way we can think of to help them out, and one of the only things they'll allow us to do. When B. talked to his mother she said that Ron had been out mowing for about half an hour already. Talk about stubborn!!! His doc said specificly not to do that. Oh well. I 'm glad that he had the energy to get up and do something, even if he wasn't supposed to...
Anyway, back to the great day.
While Brandon mowed Hilda and I went shopping. She is a world class shopper, the woman can sniff out a sale from 50 miles away. It's always a lot of fun to get out and have an activity that allows us to talk. It's usually then that I learn all about Brandon and what he was like as a child and things that Hilda and Ron have experienced in their lives. I love to listen to stories.
Hilda's birthday was on Wednesday, B and I sent her some chocolates from Godiva that came in an iced cooler and wrapped with a bow and birthday card. We had so much fun picking it out, and she absolutely loved the gift! We all took turns picking a piece to eat and describing what it was like for everyone ~ kind of funny, I know, but it was really good!
On out way back home we stopped by my sister's house. It's been a couple of months since I have seen the girls and I just needed some good family time to see what they were doing and get in my hugs and kisses. Shelby (7) and Halle (19 months) are so funny. There is never a dull moment with the two of them around! The most interesting thing was when Halle came out of the garage with a fishing pole. It was only about four feet longer than she is, she had a great time swinging it around and watching us all dodge her.
After getting back on the road for our 90 minute trek back home, we had a hankering for some Krispy Kreme doughnuts and Sun-drops. If you are not blessed enough to live in Sun-drop land let me know and I'll send you some. Without a doubt, the best soft drink made, hands down!
Now, we are home and headed for a good night sleep. Hope you are too.
Tidings of Joy :)
Wednesday, July 14, 2004
Complete and Total Nothingness
So, I have my term paper to write that just happens to be due on Saturday at 8:00 a.m. in GC 301 on the campus of FHU. If I had had my way, without considering my husband, finances, our home, and relations all about us, I would have attended Pepperdine University. The master's program for counseling and their theology for the C of C is much more along my idea of thinking, but that's a completely different suject all together.
This whole blogging experience has brought several different gifts to me. 1.) Thoughts and encouragement about living through and for Christ, 2.) Laughter, 3.) Tears, 4.) Friends all over the U.S., and 5.) More reasons to blog, read comments, and over all, just procrastinate more about this stupid paper.
What's with having to write a set amount of pages anyway? Shouldn't we be able to just thoroughly exlpore and support our idea without having to fulfill a page standard?! I am so ready for this class to be over with. I'm burnt out, just on this one class. Others I'm in are fantastic. My attitude is very poor and incredibly prickly. I don't like it, so I'm stopping. The End.
Tidings of ... ten pages on resistance. (I am the resistant in this case, maybe I should include this particular blog, but am sure that would help only in lowering my grade.)
P.S. Am happy to quote and use the term "verbal diarrhea"!
This whole blogging experience has brought several different gifts to me. 1.) Thoughts and encouragement about living through and for Christ, 2.) Laughter, 3.) Tears, 4.) Friends all over the U.S., and 5.) More reasons to blog, read comments, and over all, just procrastinate more about this stupid paper.
What's with having to write a set amount of pages anyway? Shouldn't we be able to just thoroughly exlpore and support our idea without having to fulfill a page standard?! I am so ready for this class to be over with. I'm burnt out, just on this one class. Others I'm in are fantastic. My attitude is very poor and incredibly prickly. I don't like it, so I'm stopping. The End.
Tidings of ... ten pages on resistance. (I am the resistant in this case, maybe I should include this particular blog, but am sure that would help only in lowering my grade.)
P.S. Am happy to quote and use the term "verbal diarrhea"!
Tuesday, July 13, 2004
Happy Places
When I am having a pitty party of one, for one, I have places that I go to. Sometimes they deepen the pain or sorrow, but more often that not, they lift my spirit. I have had a pitty party for myself today, and then I chose to do something about the factors that I have control over.
One place that makes me happy is blogland. Specifically reading Mike Cope, Clarissa Cox, Judy Thomas, SG, and my old pal Jon Owen.
Another place I go is to the Bible, especially the books written by Paul. His message is always consistent. God loves you, I love you, keep on keepin' on.
And for a Mae soul massage, I go to the drawer in my kitchen where I keep all the cards and notes from friends. It's nice to know that you are loved and thought highly of, even when you don't particularly deserve to be.
Where do you go for your soul massage?
One place that makes me happy is blogland. Specifically reading Mike Cope, Clarissa Cox, Judy Thomas, SG, and my old pal Jon Owen.
Another place I go is to the Bible, especially the books written by Paul. His message is always consistent. God loves you, I love you, keep on keepin' on.
And for a Mae soul massage, I go to the drawer in my kitchen where I keep all the cards and notes from friends. It's nice to know that you are loved and thought highly of, even when you don't particularly deserve to be.
Where do you go for your soul massage?
Monday, July 12, 2004
Linking and Blog Roles
I just figured out how to link, I think. Just doing a test run. This is where I got the info.
Tried to do a blogger role and it didnt' work out. Now that I am so accomplished and techonologicly advanced, I thought I may attempt it again.
Tidings of Joy.
Tried to do a blogger role and it didnt' work out. Now that I am so accomplished and techonologicly advanced, I thought I may attempt it again.
Tidings of Joy.
Aching
Last Wednesday my father-in-law was diagnosed with Chronic Lymphoma Leukemia. Today he is in St. Thomas Hospital in Nashville having fluids put into his body in order to prepare it for chemo tomorrow. He will stay for observation after the chemo treatment, and Lord willing, be released on Wednesday. Then, he'll do it all again in three weeks. Beginning in August, he'll start stem cell replacement at Vanderbilt Hospital. Please keep Ron, Hilda, Brandon, me and the medical staff in your prayers. I pray for a swift remission status, and ease on Ron and Hilda.
Now I must get to work on a ten page term paper for Clinical Intervention. My topic is "counseling the reluctant." Why I chose this, I have no idea. Apparently, I was rather gusto at the time. After the 24th, summer school will be over and I'll have a nice, three week long break. Very much looking forward to that.
Tidings of Joy.
Now I must get to work on a ten page term paper for Clinical Intervention. My topic is "counseling the reluctant." Why I chose this, I have no idea. Apparently, I was rather gusto at the time. After the 24th, summer school will be over and I'll have a nice, three week long break. Very much looking forward to that.
Tidings of Joy.
Friday, July 09, 2004
Bubble Wrap and Jazzercise Trampolines
When I was younger, there seemed to be nothing better than getting to open shipments that were packaged in bubble wrap, except of course MOND~O BUBBLE WRAP!
That feeling came rushing back to me yesterday when Brandon received a shipment for work. It housed his newly repaired Dell laptop, small bubble wrap and, you guessed it... MOND~O BUBBLE WRAP!!! The excitement was endless, even today I am basking in the warmth that these memories bring back.
Many years ago, during the jazzercise craze of the 1980's, my mother bought a small trampoline. I'm sure that her intentions were to get exercise on it during the winter months. However, as many of us know, almost any exercise devise in the house gets used a couple of times and is then converted into a)a laundry drier, b)an ancient artifact to be studied by future anthropologists, or c) a new toy for the kiddies on rainy or snowy days when it's is nearly impossible to go out and the 4 channels on the television have oh-so-interesting speeches given by the president. Well, in the McCullough house we took option c. So, when we got bubble wrap and mixed it with the jazzercise trampoline, there was no end to the amount of popping and hopping. IT WAS A GREAT DAY!!!
Just wanted to share that fun little moment.
Tidings of Joy. :)
That feeling came rushing back to me yesterday when Brandon received a shipment for work. It housed his newly repaired Dell laptop, small bubble wrap and, you guessed it... MOND~O BUBBLE WRAP!!! The excitement was endless, even today I am basking in the warmth that these memories bring back.
Many years ago, during the jazzercise craze of the 1980's, my mother bought a small trampoline. I'm sure that her intentions were to get exercise on it during the winter months. However, as many of us know, almost any exercise devise in the house gets used a couple of times and is then converted into a)a laundry drier, b)an ancient artifact to be studied by future anthropologists, or c) a new toy for the kiddies on rainy or snowy days when it's is nearly impossible to go out and the 4 channels on the television have oh-so-interesting speeches given by the president. Well, in the McCullough house we took option c. So, when we got bubble wrap and mixed it with the jazzercise trampoline, there was no end to the amount of popping and hopping. IT WAS A GREAT DAY!!!
Just wanted to share that fun little moment.
Tidings of Joy. :)
Wednesday, July 07, 2004
The innocence of children
I am working with the 2 & 3 years olds on Wednesday nights at church, all 3 of them, four if a cousin is in town. They always take turns praying, tonight's most 'brings tears to my eyes b/c I can not laugh' prayer was by a little girl named Mayrn Rose. This is what she prayed.
"Dear God, Thank you for Momma and Daddy, chocolate milk and cake. Amen"
How much more precious and innocent does it get? Too cute no to share.
Tidings of Joy, chocolate milk and cake.:)
"Dear God, Thank you for Momma and Daddy, chocolate milk and cake. Amen"
How much more precious and innocent does it get? Too cute no to share.
Tidings of Joy, chocolate milk and cake.:)
Goober and Bottle Rockets
I live in a small town. Want to know how I can tell? Not by taking a census, but by reading the free newspaper that is thrown into our ditch on Sunday and Wednesday mornings.
Our town is a bit obsessed with Mayberry, there is a club for it and everything. This past weekend Lawrenceburg celebrated Liberty Days with an annual parade, the first ever Miss Liberty pageant, and by having a "Salute to Mayberrry Days" contest. Who was the officent of the contest and the grand marshall of the parade? None other than Goober. Well I'll be!
Now back to the whole small town bit. The past two newspapers have had very bright and colorful front page pictures, not of the "big boned child" doing a belly flop off the local public pool diving board, (that's reserved for the Manchester Times) but of Goober sights all around town.
Another clue as to our small town status was this headline "Bottle rocket explodes in officer's face". Keep reading, it gets better...
A Lawrenceburg Police Officer was subject to an unpleasant Fourth of July surprise Sunday evening when a bottle rocket flew into the open window of his patrol car and exploded in his face... According to reports filed through the police department, the officer was headed northbound on N. Locust Ave. (the 4 lane in town) when the firework flew into the car and exploded... The officer noted that several vehicles were traveling in the opposite direction, but indicated that he was unable to determine the point from which the bottle rocket originated.
I am amazed at some of the things that happen here. Never a dull moment.
Tidings of Joy... And bottle rockets :)
Our town is a bit obsessed with Mayberry, there is a club for it and everything. This past weekend Lawrenceburg celebrated Liberty Days with an annual parade, the first ever Miss Liberty pageant, and by having a "Salute to Mayberrry Days" contest. Who was the officent of the contest and the grand marshall of the parade? None other than Goober. Well I'll be!
Now back to the whole small town bit. The past two newspapers have had very bright and colorful front page pictures, not of the "big boned child" doing a belly flop off the local public pool diving board, (that's reserved for the Manchester Times) but of Goober sights all around town.
Another clue as to our small town status was this headline "Bottle rocket explodes in officer's face". Keep reading, it gets better...
A Lawrenceburg Police Officer was subject to an unpleasant Fourth of July surprise Sunday evening when a bottle rocket flew into the open window of his patrol car and exploded in his face... According to reports filed through the police department, the officer was headed northbound on N. Locust Ave. (the 4 lane in town) when the firework flew into the car and exploded... The officer noted that several vehicles were traveling in the opposite direction, but indicated that he was unable to determine the point from which the bottle rocket originated.
I am amazed at some of the things that happen here. Never a dull moment.
Tidings of Joy... And bottle rockets :)
Monday, July 05, 2004
Sights & Sounds
What an interesting 4th of July weekend I've had. There have been some very interesting, fun, and also disturbing things to come out of it.
Friday afternoon I decided that we needed a break from Tennessee, so Brandon and I jumped into the truck and headed down to Atlanta. Being big kids, I thought that a day at Six Flags would be the next best thing to meeting Mickey Mouse, so we got our tickets online, booked a hotel room and drove on down. About half way there we realized that it would be too late to have dinner at a swankey place in Hotlanta and decided that Birmingham's Outback was a fine substitute! Boy Howdy was it!! We had grilled lobster tails that were out of this world.
We got to the suite around midnight, this is where things really started to go wrong (in my mind anyway!). You see, I'm a closet grem-o-phoebe. It's really gotten pretty bad lately and I didn't realize exactly how bad until we stepped inside the room. I shudder now even as I think of it. The room itself was fine, a Marriott suite for under $100 on July 4th weekend, you really can't ask for too much more. Everything was clean and in order, no funky smells or anything that would cause me to complain to the management. As soon as I opened the door, I just hit germ freak mode. I have watched too many episodes of The View (you know the ones where they tell all the negative things about traveling?)and it all just came rushing at me. I wouldn't walk on the carpet w/out something on my feet, I didn't want to even look at the bed spread (scene's of CSI and their black light kept popping up in my mind!), and the shower completely freaked me out! I just went a little over the edge. I had problems sleeping b/c of all the images of other people who had been here before me... IT WAS BADDD!!!
After the hotel deal, we got to Six Flags, I was all excited about being at a theme park for the first time w/ Brandon, and it happened again! As soon as we got in line for the first ride, I put my hand on the rail and it was all over... Germs, germs, germs everywhere! And on top of that,I HATE CROWDS! The ride we were on was one where you have to stand up & a contraption comes over your head to hold you in place. Now with me being every inch of 5'3", the holder thing hit to where I couldn't turn my head w/out touching the pads to my face. It was awful! (The actual ride itself was very exhilarating, upside down turns, and all that jazz.) After we got off, Brandon just looked at me and laughed. He said, "Was it the ride, the people, or the place?" I just smiled and said everything was ok, lets find something else to ride, look around and then see what happens.
My husband is so wonderful and understanding. His next words were, "Ya know, if we get wet, I'll be ready to go. What do you say?" Then, the lights shined down from heaven and the blessed angels sang "Glory to God in the Highest"!! I just love him sooo much! So, we got on a ride that at Opryland was called the "Grizzly River Rampage" I can't remember the Georgia name for it, got completely soaked to the bone. (While all the while I'm thinking of little things swimming in the water that has soaked every stitch of clothing on my body, but nevermind that...) And headed straight for the truck. An hour or so later when we actually found it, I scrubbed down as much as I could with Baby & body Works anti-bac Country Apple scented wipes, and we were off.
We visited w/ Chris and Krysta Barnes some dear friends from the Faulkner U days, in the carpet capitol of the world, Dalton, GA, and then took the scenic route home. I don't know that I have ever been so glad to see Lawrenceburg, TN as I was on Saturday night. Thank you God for our own home, clean sheets, clean clothes and clean hair.
Then a strange thing happened on the way to church Sunday morning. I saw a couple parking their Porsche at another church. It was where they parked it that was odd. There is a sign in the parking lot that has about one and a half spaces b/t it and the fence. This was where they parked, the furtherest possible space from the building. Now, here is what concerns me. If you can't trust the people that you gather together with to worship the God who has given you life and hope of life eternal in a parking lot, what does that say about you? It was very disturbing, even worse than the germs in Atlanta.
After that, on our way home, we came upon a very bad wreck. One of the people involved had obviously been badly injured. He appeared to have fainted and was literally hanging from the shoulders up out of the truck window. Police were on their way, there were numerous cars around and Brandon and I decided that since we weren't witnesses, the best thing for us to do was pray for the people involved. I later learned that the man had been killed. It was very eerie, sad, and emotional. I've prayed a lot for the man and his family. Other than that, I don't know what to do to get the pictures out of my head.
Then, last night was the ever popular, 'sit out on the deck and enjoy the neighborhood fireworks' night. It was nice. We live pretty far out in the country among the rolling hills that Tennessee seems to be so famous for (other than the fantastic accent many of us are blessed with!). Seeing other families and friends come together to celebrate and light up the sky with gorgeous colors was a treat in and of itself. Thank God for the freedom to do just that.
There's my 4th of July weekend all wrapped up in a bundle. Sights and sounds galore. Some happy, some sad, some germmy and some glad. Hope that yours was blessed.
Tidings of Joy. :)
Friday afternoon I decided that we needed a break from Tennessee, so Brandon and I jumped into the truck and headed down to Atlanta. Being big kids, I thought that a day at Six Flags would be the next best thing to meeting Mickey Mouse, so we got our tickets online, booked a hotel room and drove on down. About half way there we realized that it would be too late to have dinner at a swankey place in Hotlanta and decided that Birmingham's Outback was a fine substitute! Boy Howdy was it!! We had grilled lobster tails that were out of this world.
We got to the suite around midnight, this is where things really started to go wrong (in my mind anyway!). You see, I'm a closet grem-o-phoebe. It's really gotten pretty bad lately and I didn't realize exactly how bad until we stepped inside the room. I shudder now even as I think of it. The room itself was fine, a Marriott suite for under $100 on July 4th weekend, you really can't ask for too much more. Everything was clean and in order, no funky smells or anything that would cause me to complain to the management. As soon as I opened the door, I just hit germ freak mode. I have watched too many episodes of The View (you know the ones where they tell all the negative things about traveling?)and it all just came rushing at me. I wouldn't walk on the carpet w/out something on my feet, I didn't want to even look at the bed spread (scene's of CSI and their black light kept popping up in my mind!), and the shower completely freaked me out! I just went a little over the edge. I had problems sleeping b/c of all the images of other people who had been here before me... IT WAS BADDD!!!
After the hotel deal, we got to Six Flags, I was all excited about being at a theme park for the first time w/ Brandon, and it happened again! As soon as we got in line for the first ride, I put my hand on the rail and it was all over... Germs, germs, germs everywhere! And on top of that,I HATE CROWDS! The ride we were on was one where you have to stand up & a contraption comes over your head to hold you in place. Now with me being every inch of 5'3", the holder thing hit to where I couldn't turn my head w/out touching the pads to my face. It was awful! (The actual ride itself was very exhilarating, upside down turns, and all that jazz.) After we got off, Brandon just looked at me and laughed. He said, "Was it the ride, the people, or the place?" I just smiled and said everything was ok, lets find something else to ride, look around and then see what happens.
My husband is so wonderful and understanding. His next words were, "Ya know, if we get wet, I'll be ready to go. What do you say?" Then, the lights shined down from heaven and the blessed angels sang "Glory to God in the Highest"!! I just love him sooo much! So, we got on a ride that at Opryland was called the "Grizzly River Rampage" I can't remember the Georgia name for it, got completely soaked to the bone. (While all the while I'm thinking of little things swimming in the water that has soaked every stitch of clothing on my body, but nevermind that...) And headed straight for the truck. An hour or so later when we actually found it, I scrubbed down as much as I could with Baby & body Works anti-bac Country Apple scented wipes, and we were off.
We visited w/ Chris and Krysta Barnes some dear friends from the Faulkner U days, in the carpet capitol of the world, Dalton, GA, and then took the scenic route home. I don't know that I have ever been so glad to see Lawrenceburg, TN as I was on Saturday night. Thank you God for our own home, clean sheets, clean clothes and clean hair.
Then a strange thing happened on the way to church Sunday morning. I saw a couple parking their Porsche at another church. It was where they parked it that was odd. There is a sign in the parking lot that has about one and a half spaces b/t it and the fence. This was where they parked, the furtherest possible space from the building. Now, here is what concerns me. If you can't trust the people that you gather together with to worship the God who has given you life and hope of life eternal in a parking lot, what does that say about you? It was very disturbing, even worse than the germs in Atlanta.
After that, on our way home, we came upon a very bad wreck. One of the people involved had obviously been badly injured. He appeared to have fainted and was literally hanging from the shoulders up out of the truck window. Police were on their way, there were numerous cars around and Brandon and I decided that since we weren't witnesses, the best thing for us to do was pray for the people involved. I later learned that the man had been killed. It was very eerie, sad, and emotional. I've prayed a lot for the man and his family. Other than that, I don't know what to do to get the pictures out of my head.
Then, last night was the ever popular, 'sit out on the deck and enjoy the neighborhood fireworks' night. It was nice. We live pretty far out in the country among the rolling hills that Tennessee seems to be so famous for (other than the fantastic accent many of us are blessed with!). Seeing other families and friends come together to celebrate and light up the sky with gorgeous colors was a treat in and of itself. Thank God for the freedom to do just that.
There's my 4th of July weekend all wrapped up in a bundle. Sights and sounds galore. Some happy, some sad, some germmy and some glad. Hope that yours was blessed.
Tidings of Joy. :)
Thursday, July 01, 2004
Sharing
Well, I've been contemplating whether or not to put this particular subject on my blog. Then, after a bit of thought, I figured it couldn't hurt and may just end up helping... Here goes.
Brandon and I have been trying for 15 months (give or take a few days) to have children. Since we are both in our 20's and relatively healthy, the doctors wouldn't do any testing until we had unsuccessfully reached the one year point. Which was in April. After some testing, I found out that I have something called PCOS (polycistic ovarian syndrome). It bascily means that there are lots of small cysts on my ovaries that keep me from ovulating. Hence, no baby.
After several doctor visits and only having to have two vials of blood drawn, I am on a drug called Provera. It's supposed to force me to ovulate. We get two months on that. (I began the meds this morning.) If we aren't successful then, I go to Clomid. A ferltiry drug that often causes multiples (PLEASE GOD ~ LET IT WORK!). After six rounds of Clomid, if we still aren't pregnant, then the next step (after many more tests and who knows how many vials of blood) is either invitro or adoption.
This is where my husband and I differ on opinion. He feels that invitro is too far, and that there are cold children in other parts of the world that need our warm home and love. I feel that it's my body, and even though I am INCREDIBLY OPEN to adoption, I'd rather have it as a choice, not a force. It's so far down the road that we have agreed not to discuss the matter until we absolutely must. I change my mind ALOT, so we'll cross that bridge when we get to it.
That's my sharing experience for the day. Please keep us in your prayers. I don't know how I'll react physically or emotionally to the medication. Luckily, my husband is incredibly loving, sensitive and caring. He said that if he spends a bit more time on the four wheeler, I'll know that he just needs to get away from everything for a while. He's not too serious about things ~ it helps my stress level to stay low.
Tidings of Joy & Fertility. :)
Brandon and I have been trying for 15 months (give or take a few days) to have children. Since we are both in our 20's and relatively healthy, the doctors wouldn't do any testing until we had unsuccessfully reached the one year point. Which was in April. After some testing, I found out that I have something called PCOS (polycistic ovarian syndrome). It bascily means that there are lots of small cysts on my ovaries that keep me from ovulating. Hence, no baby.
After several doctor visits and only having to have two vials of blood drawn, I am on a drug called Provera. It's supposed to force me to ovulate. We get two months on that. (I began the meds this morning.) If we aren't successful then, I go to Clomid. A ferltiry drug that often causes multiples (PLEASE GOD ~ LET IT WORK!). After six rounds of Clomid, if we still aren't pregnant, then the next step (after many more tests and who knows how many vials of blood) is either invitro or adoption.
This is where my husband and I differ on opinion. He feels that invitro is too far, and that there are cold children in other parts of the world that need our warm home and love. I feel that it's my body, and even though I am INCREDIBLY OPEN to adoption, I'd rather have it as a choice, not a force. It's so far down the road that we have agreed not to discuss the matter until we absolutely must. I change my mind ALOT, so we'll cross that bridge when we get to it.
That's my sharing experience for the day. Please keep us in your prayers. I don't know how I'll react physically or emotionally to the medication. Luckily, my husband is incredibly loving, sensitive and caring. He said that if he spends a bit more time on the four wheeler, I'll know that he just needs to get away from everything for a while. He's not too serious about things ~ it helps my stress level to stay low.
Tidings of Joy & Fertility. :)
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