I have been so busy that I haven't had a chance to even say 'Hi' to most people in my life... including my hubby. I was able to fly up to Sacramento to be there for my best friend, aka my sister, as she was pinned for graduating from nursing school. I flew up on Wednesday afternoon and was back at home Thursday evening. I loved it, it was so nice hanging out with the fam. I know that I should say my favorite part was watching Bec get her pin, my honest fav was sitting on the back patio listening to Etta James, with a cool breeze coming in and a fire in the pit. Doing this with my girls. Alyse was ok'd by her MD to come on up and visit too, so that made it so much better. While sitting in the airplane trying not to cry, I realized my summer starts soon and I am going to LOVE it.
I haveso many trips and events in mind, I am going to catch up with old friends, keep up with the new ones, and just have a grand ol time with my family. Life is good, and it is only going to get better during summer.
Cangrats Bec, I am so putting it up to my class to have someone pin us. And that is you babe. Love you, so proud of you.
Saturday, April 25, 2009
Wednesday, April 1, 2009
Christmas came a little early this year.
I got my dream car early. Love my hubby and how he spoils me. :)
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
Something my mom sent me... to all the mom's.
Invisible Mother......
It all began to make sense, the blank stares, the lack of response, the way one of the kids will walk into the room while I'm on the phone and ask to be taken to the store.
Inside I'm thinking, 'Can't you see I'm on the phone?'
Obviously, not.
No one can see if I'm on the phone, or cooking, or sweeping the floor, or even standing on my head in the corner, because no one can see me at all.
I'm invisible. The invisible Mom. Some days I am only a pair of hands, nothing more: Can you fix this? Can you tie this? Can you open this?
Some days I'm not a pair of hands; I'm not even a human being. I'm a clock to ask, 'What time is it?' I'm a satellite guide to answer, 'What number is the Disney Channel?' I'm a car to order, 'Right around 5:30, please..'
I was certain that these were the hands that once held books and the eyes that studied history and the mind that graduated sum a cum laude - but now they had disappeared into the peanut butter, never to be seen again. She's going; she's going; she is gone!
One night, a group of us were having dinner, celebrating the return of a friend from England .
Janice had just gotten back from a fabulous trip, and she was going on and on about the hotel she stayed in.
I was sitting there, looking around at the others all put together so well. It was hard not to compare and feel sorry for myself.
I was feeling pretty pathetic, when Janice turned to me with a beautifully wrapped package, and said, 'I brought you this.'
It was a book on the great cathedrals of Europe .
I wasn't exactly sure why she'd given it to me until I read her inscription:
'To My Dear Friend, with admiration for the greatness of what you are building when no one sees.'
In the days ahead I would read - no, devour - the book. And I would discover what would become for me, four life-changing truths, after which I could pattern my work:
No one can say who built the great cathedrals - we have no record of their names
These builders gave their whole lives for a work they would never see finished.
They made great sacrifices and expected no credit.
The passion of their building was fueled by their faith that the eyes of God saw everything.
A legendary story in the book told of a rich man who came to visit the cathedral while it was being built, and he saw a workman carving a tiny bird on the inside of a beam. He was puzzled and asked the man, 'Why are you spending so much time carving that bird into a beam that will be covered by the roof? No one will ever see it.' And the workman replied, 'Because God sees'
I closed the book, feeling the missing piece fall into place.
It was almost as if I heard God whispering to me, 'I see you. I see the sacrifices you make every day, even when no one around you does. No act of kindness you've done, no sequin you've sewn on, no cupcake you've baked, is too small for me to notice and smile over. You are building a great cathedral, but you can't see right now what it will become.'
At times, my invisibility feels like an affliction. But it is not a disease that is erasing my life.
It is the cure for the disease of my own self-centeredness. It is the antidote to my strong, stubborn pride.
I keep the right perspective when I see myself as a great builder. As one of the people who show up at a job that they will never see finished, to work on something that their name will never be on.
The writer of the book went so far as to say that no cathedrals could ever be built in our lifetime because there are so few people willing to sacrifice to that degree.
When I really think about it, I don't want my son to tell the friend he's bringing home from college for Thanksgiving, 'My Mom gets up at 4 in the morning and bakes homemade pies, and then she hand bastes a turkey for three hours and presses all the linens for the table.' That would mean I'd built a shrine or a monument to myself. I just want him to want to come home. And then, if there is anything more to say to his friend, to add, 'you're going to love it there..'
As mothers, we are building great cathedrals. We cannot be seen if we're doing it right.
And one day, it is very possible that the world will marvel, not only at what we have built, but at the beauty that has been added to the world by the sacrifices of invisible women.
Great Job, MOM!
Share this with all the Invisible Moms you know...I just did.
Hope this encourages you when the going gets tough as it sometimes does.
We never know what our finished products will turn out to be because of our perseverence.
It all began to make sense, the blank stares, the lack of response, the way one of the kids will walk into the room while I'm on the phone and ask to be taken to the store.
Inside I'm thinking, 'Can't you see I'm on the phone?'
Obviously, not.
No one can see if I'm on the phone, or cooking, or sweeping the floor, or even standing on my head in the corner, because no one can see me at all.
I'm invisible. The invisible Mom. Some days I am only a pair of hands, nothing more: Can you fix this? Can you tie this? Can you open this?
Some days I'm not a pair of hands; I'm not even a human being. I'm a clock to ask, 'What time is it?' I'm a satellite guide to answer, 'What number is the Disney Channel?' I'm a car to order, 'Right around 5:30, please..'
I was certain that these were the hands that once held books and the eyes that studied history and the mind that graduated sum a cum laude - but now they had disappeared into the peanut butter, never to be seen again. She's going; she's going; she is gone!
One night, a group of us were having dinner, celebrating the return of a friend from England .
Janice had just gotten back from a fabulous trip, and she was going on and on about the hotel she stayed in.
I was sitting there, looking around at the others all put together so well. It was hard not to compare and feel sorry for myself.
I was feeling pretty pathetic, when Janice turned to me with a beautifully wrapped package, and said, 'I brought you this.'
It was a book on the great cathedrals of Europe .
I wasn't exactly sure why she'd given it to me until I read her inscription:
'To My Dear Friend, with admiration for the greatness of what you are building when no one sees.'
In the days ahead I would read - no, devour - the book. And I would discover what would become for me, four life-changing truths, after which I could pattern my work:
No one can say who built the great cathedrals - we have no record of their names
These builders gave their whole lives for a work they would never see finished.
They made great sacrifices and expected no credit.
The passion of their building was fueled by their faith that the eyes of God saw everything.
A legendary story in the book told of a rich man who came to visit the cathedral while it was being built, and he saw a workman carving a tiny bird on the inside of a beam. He was puzzled and asked the man, 'Why are you spending so much time carving that bird into a beam that will be covered by the roof? No one will ever see it.' And the workman replied, 'Because God sees'
I closed the book, feeling the missing piece fall into place.
It was almost as if I heard God whispering to me, 'I see you. I see the sacrifices you make every day, even when no one around you does. No act of kindness you've done, no sequin you've sewn on, no cupcake you've baked, is too small for me to notice and smile over. You are building a great cathedral, but you can't see right now what it will become.'
At times, my invisibility feels like an affliction. But it is not a disease that is erasing my life.
It is the cure for the disease of my own self-centeredness. It is the antidote to my strong, stubborn pride.
I keep the right perspective when I see myself as a great builder. As one of the people who show up at a job that they will never see finished, to work on something that their name will never be on.
The writer of the book went so far as to say that no cathedrals could ever be built in our lifetime because there are so few people willing to sacrifice to that degree.
When I really think about it, I don't want my son to tell the friend he's bringing home from college for Thanksgiving, 'My Mom gets up at 4 in the morning and bakes homemade pies, and then she hand bastes a turkey for three hours and presses all the linens for the table.' That would mean I'd built a shrine or a monument to myself. I just want him to want to come home. And then, if there is anything more to say to his friend, to add, 'you're going to love it there..'
As mothers, we are building great cathedrals. We cannot be seen if we're doing it right.
And one day, it is very possible that the world will marvel, not only at what we have built, but at the beauty that has been added to the world by the sacrifices of invisible women.
Great Job, MOM!
Share this with all the Invisible Moms you know...I just did.
Hope this encourages you when the going gets tough as it sometimes does.
We never know what our finished products will turn out to be because of our perseverence.
Sunday, March 8, 2009
Just to let you know...
If anyone is interested in my school stories, I started a blog for my experiences while in Nursing school. I hadn't let anyone know until I had more stuff in it to make it interesting. To find it, just click on my profile and it will list the blogs I have. Love you all.
Friday, February 27, 2009
Brent has made up for Valentine's Day...
On Wednesday night I came home from school late b/c I had a meeting with my instructor at 5pm. When I walked through the door I smell yummy food cooking, and a fire burning. I look around the house and it is immaculate. The kids run down stairs all of them bathed and have PJ's in hand. I stop short, look at my hubby, and say "Ok what happened? What did you do?" He just smiles and we proceed to eat our meal. After dinner I thoroughly praise him for all his work that day. And we continue to fill each other in of our days. When we had finished catching up he tells me to head up to bed and that he will get the kids to sleep. I tell him that I have to get ready for my 415 morning. What does he do? He says, "I will get it all together, go ahead." My head is still reeling from this. He is too good to me.
So not only is he helping me out with everything but he has promised me Hawai'i in May. I am so excited! We were supposed to go to New York for a friends graduation but she is undergoing Chemo for cancer, so she is not graduating on time. Brent had taken the time off for work already so we have a week, we decided somewhere we have never been would be great. Hawai'i is the place. Now we just need people to volunteer to care for kiddos, any takers? We would greatly appreciate it...
Who needs Valentine's Day?
So not only is he helping me out with everything but he has promised me Hawai'i in May. I am so excited! We were supposed to go to New York for a friends graduation but she is undergoing Chemo for cancer, so she is not graduating on time. Brent had taken the time off for work already so we have a week, we decided somewhere we have never been would be great. Hawai'i is the place. Now we just need people to volunteer to care for kiddos, any takers? We would greatly appreciate it...
Who needs Valentine's Day?
Saturday, February 14, 2009
Valentine's Day
I hate Valentine's Day. The last time I had a good Valentine's day was our first back in High School. It was so sweet. I hate that it is so commercialized. Who said that we are to give flowers, presents, candies, or do something sweet? Oh corporate America is to blame for this one folks. Have you realized that we have come to expect these things when there is absolutely no reason for this ritualistic holiday? So when this stupid holiday comes and goes with disappointment, who are we to blame? Ourselves, for even thinking that something great will happen. I know I sound bitter but I am all alone on this stupid day. No family, friends, or hubby to keep me company. My kids are here but if I try anything fun or cute they all say 'no' and demand candy instead. Today is a Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day. (I like Alexander). I HATE Valentine's Day. Just needed to vent. Hope yours is better.
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
I have the urge to praise my hubby.
I came home yesterday from class (oh like that is a big surprise, when am I not there?) My car's brake line was cut (long story, we aren't sure if some foul play is at hand, most likely.) I went to my in-law's home b/c mom was watching kiddos for me. While there I had received a call from Brent asking if I made it home ok in the storm. We agreed that he would meet all of us at his parent's house since mom invited us to stay for dinner. (I think she enjoys our company but I really think she was using me a bait to get Brent over there :) When he shows up he chows some food down and heads to use the computer. (My computer's charger was in shambles, thus having no computer) Maybe some don't know but Brent is currently taking courses online through San Bernardino Valley College. He is trying to attain his Associates degree in Criminal Justice. He only needs to take 8 classes to get it. (the brat got 40 units in 6 months thru the academy). So as I am watching him pluck away at the keyboard, I had this huge wave of appreciation for my husband.
Not only is this man out there to care for people (even if right now its the law-breakers), but he is providing for the family. He helps out tremendously with the house and kids so that I can fulfill my dream of completing school, without complaint mind you. Now too, he is getting his degree on top of everything else. Oh and did I mention that he still finds time to do projects? I am starting to feel inferior to him, ha ha.
But on a serious note, I love him. I am so grateful that God has him in my life. He might be quiet and kick back, but he is also so strong and something to be appreciative of. So there was my moment of building my hubby up. Because that is my job as his wife, to build him up and to let everyone know what a great guy he is.
Love you all, care to write something similar of your loved one???
Not only is this man out there to care for people (even if right now its the law-breakers), but he is providing for the family. He helps out tremendously with the house and kids so that I can fulfill my dream of completing school, without complaint mind you. Now too, he is getting his degree on top of everything else. Oh and did I mention that he still finds time to do projects? I am starting to feel inferior to him, ha ha.
But on a serious note, I love him. I am so grateful that God has him in my life. He might be quiet and kick back, but he is also so strong and something to be appreciative of. So there was my moment of building my hubby up. Because that is my job as his wife, to build him up and to let everyone know what a great guy he is.
Love you all, care to write something similar of your loved one???
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