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Do’s & Don’ts of Being Crafty


Do prepare all needed materials before beginning any project.
Don’t start a project at midnight to help you sleep. It’ll just keep you up.
Do put your glasses on your face before you begin.
Don’t put them on the top of your head. You’ll simply look for them for hours!
Do prepare a safe & easy to clean place to create.
Don’t use the livingroom or common room! The kids, or grand-babies will trip over, bump into, or step on your project ūüôā Also, the cat will decide your supplies are his new toys.
Do use the right tool for the job.
Don’t use the right tool at the wrong time. Such as late at night when you can’t sleep.
Do buy quality products (like glues).
Don’t use high quality products (like glues) when sleep deprived. If you do, you may be Googling search terms like: “How to remove hot glue from pet fur”, or “quick pain relief for burns”, or “Can a glue gun start a fire” or ‘Blister relief” or…well you get the picture.

Do preplan or at least think through your project before beginning.
Don’t rush into a project on a “that should or might work” idea.
Do honestly evaluate your personal skill level before beginning.

That’s about it…I’ve gotta run now, shave the cat, bandage some blisters, and figure out how to get the hot glue out of my hair ūüė¶¬† ūüėČ

Cheers!

I swear, we are not inbred!


Well, it appears as though my grand baby has been playing on my phone and possibly erased the largest part of this post. Excuse me a moment while I re-type it…

I swear, we are not inbred. Don’t listen to that kid!

Yesterday for Easter, the boys & I went to visit family. My oldest son wanted to introduce his girlfriend to his sisters, so we took her along with us. On the long trip, I heard him explaining to her several of the people she’d meet. This is how we became inbred in one very short conversation, hosted by a 15 yr old boy!

Just to set the genealogy straight, the boys have 4 sisters. 2 of which they are very close to & 2 that they do not see very much. On Easter we went to visit the 2 youngest girls (Audrey and Ashley) at their mom’s house (Vick – but the boys call her Bebe). Bebe has another daughter (Sheri – called She-she).

Sister Audrey’s Family: Audrey, Justin (boy friend) , Eli, Anikan, Mara

Sister Ashley’s Family: Ashley, Emmie, and Miles

Loving Friend Sheri’s Family: Sheri, Justin (boy friend), Triston

Dad’s Ex-wife Vicki’s Family: Vicki, David, Audrey, Ashley, Sheri

Loving Friend Deb (who is Vicki’s sister) Family: Deb and Allie

Now that this is laid out about as simple as I can, here is what my 15 yr old son told his girl friend. I placed a star next to the incorrect statements:

You’re gonna meet all 3 of my sisters. There’s Audrey, Ashley, and *She-she. Audrey lives with my *brother in law* Justin and they have a lot of kids. They have Eli, Mara, and Anny. Then there’s Ashley. She has Miles and Emmie. My other sister, *She-she is married to *my cousin Justin and *their kid is Triston. Their mom is my *aunt Bebe and she is married to my cousin David. Then there’s my *aunt Deb and her daughter Allie, *my cousin. Oh yeah, we are *part black, so if you’re racist, that’s not good.

And you don’t want to mess with me cause they all love me and would be very mad at you.

No one will see the humor in this that our family did, I am sure. But we laughed and laughed over this dissertation of our genealogy.

More Family Pictures by KD Photography


More Family Pictures by KD Photography

I am so tickle that Kristi has captured my little family for a year.¬† Here are some more great pictures that she captured for us at the park ūüôā

My  boysNicky & Coley

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Wet Wet Wet


There once was a lovely song by the music group Wet Wet Wet that I loved to sing, titled LOVE IS ALL AROUND.

Who would have ever thought a song by a water-logged band would have meaning in my life? Ha!

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I haven’t written much lately because I have been preoccupied with our house. In the past, I have written about the damages our house had endured over the last 2 years.¬†We have had more rainfall recently than¬†I can personally remember¬†during the 17 years I have lived in¬†our home. In January of 2009, record rain fall hit Knoxville, TN and the ground began to saturate. Midway through 2009, it was pretty soggy here in the eastern TN area. ¬†{Enter the Soggy Bottom Boys}.

By 2010, the ground had swelled so much with precipitation that there was nowhere for this water to absorb any longer. County and state built run-offs began to flood and streams, lakes, ponds, and of course Рmy land began to over flow. In fact, Norris Lake (which is closest to my home) was so full (12 ft over flood level), the dam was overflowing and TVA had to release the dammed water off their schedule cycle. This inadvertently flooded much land that normally was not under water in the eastern Tennessee valley. As we begin 2012, the precipitation continues. Each forecast from the weather man with precipitation throws me into a state of dread now that my home has become a swamp.

Our home has become¬†a wet land,¬†and¬†it is time for a re-evaluation of life once more. There have been 5 contractors look at the house and dust their feet of our situation.¬†They wouldn’t touch it. 2 huge men said they were afraid to get under the house for fear it may fall on them.¬†All 5 companies¬†walked away saying that I should just “level the place” and build all over again or buy a mobile home and place it on my new-found wet land. Tears have flown from my eyes until they were sore and swollen. But, I am not defeated!

Rain Rain, go away

2 1/2 hours after the rain stopped

No. We are not defeated! My risen savior is Alive! We are protected and loved.

  • Matthew 19:26 Jesus looked at them and said, ‚ÄúWith man this is impossible, but with God all things are possible.‚ÄĚ
  • Luke 1:37¬† “For nothing is impossible with God.”

Don’t take me wrong, I have been very upset during the last year and half while trying to save my¬†home from ruin. I have sworn, said foul things, hibernate¬†and¬†tried to hide from the world, ¬†threw my hands up in the air, and screamed in frustration!!¬† Then, the Lord brought some very important scriptures before me. It was like he allowed me to have my humanistic temper tantrum, then¬†he sent me comfort. It¬†poured in taking the form of many people and¬†objects for a little while, then he stopped me all together and taught me several lessons.

  • Proverbs 10:19¬† “When words are many, sin is not absent, but he who holds his tongue is wise.

This one hit me like a tons of bricks. Immediately I felt guilty for the things I had said in selfish anger about our lives and our home. Once something is said though, it cannot be taken back. Once a wound has been inflicted, it leaves a visible scar as a reminder so we do not repeat the same injury. My words during my rants are my scars now. I have and will continue to learn from them.

  • Proverbs 27:1¬† “Do not boast about tomorrow, for you do not know what a day may bring.”
  • Matthew 6:34¬†¬† “Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own.”
  • James 4:13-14¬†¬† “Now listen, you who say, ‚ÄúToday or tomorrow we will go to this or that city, spend a year there, carry on business and make money. Why, you do not even know what will happen tomorrow. What is your life? You are a mist that appears for a little while and then vanishes.”

I was trying to be the conductor, the Supervisor, the CEO of my life and I thought I could fix it all.

¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†For those of you who know me well, you know this is not like me at all! ¬†Previously, I had always lived my life 100% by faith and I knew I had no control over my life. I knew that God was in control¬†and I would have never thought about trying to fill his shoes. So, what happened? When did I pick up all of my burdens and begin carrying them again? The answer to this one bites…When Nick died.

 I was in denial. During the grieving process there are many stages. Doctors, counselors, and psychiatrist will tell you about all the stages they believe you will go through as a survivor, but there is one stage that they omit. Selfishness. They will tell you that you will experience:

SHOCK & DENIAL

PAIN & GUILT

ANGER & BARGAINING

DEPRESSION, REFLECTION, LONELINESS

THE UPWARD TURN

RECONSTRUCTION & WORKING THROUGH

and finally – ACCEPTANCE & HOPE

What they will not tell you is that somewhere mixed in the 7 stages of grief, you will become self-absorbed. So many people will tell you to “take time for yourself” cause “you deserve it”. You were a great person (just because you are sad and you could burst into uncomfortable tears at any moment) so “do something nice for yourself”. Afterall, you were “so strong” and you are a “survivor”.¬† People mean well when they say these things. As a widow, a surviving child, or a surviving parent – be careful that you do not follow in my path. I heard it over and over. I began to agree with it, even though it was wrong! I fell into the “let’s just make her feel better for now” trap. I let it go to my head. I became self-absorbed and I forgot from whence my help comes from.

I didn’t go out, hit up every bar in town, go clubbing often, change my hair and make-up, buy a whole new wardrobe, or become promiscuous. But, what I did led to a path of self-destruction¬†just the same. Go through this post. Count how many times I have written I, Me, My, or Mine.¬†The good thing is that I have finally been rebuked enough to learn from it ūüôā I cannot do anything on my own. I am nothing without God. I can do nothing without him. I, nor my family, can prosper without giving him 100% of the glory and praise.

  • Proverbs 27:17¬† “As iron sharpens iron,¬†so one person sharpens another.”

The Lord revealed that he would send different people to us, one by one, to bless us.  I had to be obedient and accept the blessings to allow the person He sent to be blessed in return.

  • Proverbs 27:18¬†¬† “The one who guards a fig tree will eat its fruit,¬†and whoever protects their master will be honored.”

God, my master, deserves all the honor and glory for every aspect of our existence.

  • Proverbs 27:19¬†¬† “As water reflects the face,¬†so one‚Äôs life reflects the heart.
  • Proverbs 27:20¬†¬† “Death and Destruction are never satisfied,¬†and neither are human eyes.”

So, with these lessons learned in the swamp, from the abundance of the heart, the mouth speaks. I am thankful today for the swamp. It’s not mine. It belongs to the Lord. Why was I worried that I would lose it? It’s not mine to lose. I am just a steward over it for a little while and after I am gone…someone else will be a steward over the swamp ūüôā I sincerely hope that the next person is not as stubborn as I was. I hope they are prosperous¬†and lean-to the Lord for all their understanding so they are blessed beyond belief in that wet land ūüôā

I am so tired now.

I am tired of saying “I“.

Giving myself a concussion- An unexpected Adventure


Yesterday could have been a day like any other, but no, not for me! It just had to be *special* ūüėģ

My day started like any other. woke up, showered, got dressed, & headed out the door. The kids had already beat me getting into the car.

In a swift motion, I got into the car… banging my head (at the temple) on the sun visor of my Toyota Camry. Who else but me could be so clumsy? The visor was pulled straight down & in perfect position to whack my head. Evidently it knocked me out. Everything was dark, I couldn’t see anything. After about 7-8 minutes, I could hear the boys far off in the distance. I must have been holding my head as the pain resonated through my brain. We sat there in the drive way with the car running, for at least 15 minutes until my vision cleared.

I had a terrific pain in my head like none other before. I dropped the boys off and went to work. During my 45 minute commute, the pain that was in my temple, started spreading over the right side of my head, behind my ear, & into my neck. By the time I reached my place of employment, my vision doubled again. I was sick to my stomach. I couldn’t concentrate or focus (or walk straight). It was spooky, like being in a fun house.Except, this was real.
 
Luckily, we have an onsite nurse where I work. I went to see her to get ice packs. She spoke to me about concussions and the harm they can cause. She¬† recommended I see my doctor or leave in an ambulance. Since my Doctor’s office is just across the street, I elected to see him.

I could imagine the headline on the news or local paper in my head:

Clumsy 35 yr old woman dies after self inflicted concussion by sun visor.
Or
Widow of 2 children dies in freak accident. Concussion by stupidity.
Or
Automobile sun visors to have new warning label to protect against head injury after woman dies of freak death.

Or
My obituary: Chrissy passed suddenly, after accidental self initiated blunt force trauma to the head. She is survived by the smarter family members.

I was driven to my doctor’s office & waited to see the doctor there. I was fully rested but for some reason, I couldn’t keep my eyes open. I slept in the waiting room. Then, I slept in the room waiting to see the doctor. He went through a series of questions to determine if I was “with it”, had any neurological issues, or was just generally confused. He tested my reflexes. Finally, he pronounced me with a concussion. One that was mild, but my brain was shook up nonetheless.
He told me to go home and rest. He said, much like a computer, my brain needed to be reset. Resting (no stress) was the only thing that would fix it. So I went home.

I had heard so many things about people with concussions (bad to sleep afterwards) I was afraid to sleep. I truly felt like an idiot.

Today, I woke up with a horrible pain resonanting through my brain. I showered, got dressed, & went to work. All day, my head hurt and the pain would shift and move.¬† I realized that at times, I couldn’t remember where I was, what I was doing, or the person’s name I was talking to. I sure hope this strangeness is gone by tomorrow. This has certainly been an adventure NOT worth repeating!!

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