Friday, February 20, 2009

What life is made of

I buckled the car seat to the car, but didn't buckle my son in. When I got home, I realized he was really quiet. I turned around and giggled at the sight I saw. Grabbing my phone, I turned on the camera button and caught him in the act of sleeping on his tummy in his car seat... :)

***photos coming soon***

Sunday, February 8, 2009

Ever been through one of these??

*Your husband and you try to start a family, only to lose that first opportunity. Then, while attending a baptism, you stand in the back behind all the other attendees and see another family's little baby sleeping in mommy's arms, or smiling up at daddy...

*You are having a great day, but as you end your day in the shower, a sudden onslaught of tears mingle with the water on the way down to the drain, kinda where you feel your life is also suddenly going...

*You wake your baby up from naptime but spits up all over you instead. Then, as you feel like breaking down and giving up, you look into those innocent eyes and watch the chubby cheeks spread apart in a huge, Heaven-sent smile...

*You put every effort and and ounce of strength into a huge, lifelong commitment that, one day, re-molds your life, your world, your visions of the future...your memories of a treasured past...into one...tiny...three-letter word...LIE...

*You often hear the phrase, "When the going gets tough, the tough get going," and wish you coulda punched that person out for ever coining it, dryly commenting it shoulda been, "When the going gets tough, it's time for an ice cream break!"

*You sit in church with your parents and siblings and realize that no one around you - save a very few select people - know what's going on in your life, and you wonder which is correct: to let them continue believing in what you now know has been a lie, or tell them the truth in worries that they'll criticize your decision or make snide remarks behind your back...

*You sing a song in church or off the radio and wonder just when you'll be able to handle saying those words again without crying...

*You stare off into space, pondering the scriptures about hope, endurance, and faith, but you can't quite figure out what to do: continue on the path you've chosen in hopes you're making the right choice, or give ANOTHER chance in hopes that it's the truth...THIS time around...

*You write in your journal and tell yourself, "Yes, times MUST have been easier back in the old days"...

*You watch a movie, and it shocks you how many times you find the characters and storyline as something similar to your past/present...

*You watch that same movie again, and it shocks you how you react so differently when out of love compared to the time you watched in before you fell in love and then once you were in love...or was that ever love to begin with?...

*You write a blog and shake your head at why you're revealing your deepest, darkest secrets in a not-so-secret way...

Monday, February 2, 2009

Sicky Icky...and Deployment Issues...

I was sick with a simple cold and allergies for over a week. RIDICULOUS!! It held me down so bad I had to cancel my piano lessons, and I didn't go to church. *sniffle*

I think I'm finally over it, although the rapid change in temperatures IS NOT EXACTLY HELPING OUT!!! I still have a hard time breathing through my nose and throat at times, even with that stupid little Breathe Right nose strip (and do I have to mention how it hurts to rip those suckers off??)...

Joshua says he'll be home at the end of May...we thought September since it was originally a 15 month deployment, but I guess it'll only be 12 months.

My Husband's Car, LOLOLOL

So my dad crashed his truck...while it sat in the repair shop, he borrowed my husband's car since hubby is deployed.

He came home one morning when he was supposed to be at work, and my first thought was, "Great, he crashed the car."

Wow, how true that was.

So now he has his truck back and my car is in the shop, though neither accident was his fault and - thank goodness - the car is not as bad off as the truck was...

Poor dad, he really needs to start the year over...I'd like to do that, too!!! :)