Thursday, May 23, 2013
pics
Wednesday, May 22, 2013
Monday Madness (on Wednesday)
Today has been Monday, again and again and again.
My nephew fell on the trampoline, breaking both bones in one leg. He's in a lot of pain. They'll be x-raying the next two weeks to make sure the bones are staying aligned. If not, he'll have to have a plate inserted.
I had another encounter with our dog, so I now have another bleeding cut on my arm. My joke to Bobby that it's starting to look like I'm a cutter is no longer funny.
The goslings discovered they can poke their head out of the fence...and into the garden. Two of my green bean plants are stripped of all their leaves. :(
After taking some relatives to social services (for the second time in 2 weeks because they didn't take all their paperwork the first time), they found out their adopted daughter may not be totally adopted. I'll explain more on that one later. On a side note, they jokingly called me the "dwarf taxi" today. Not quite sure how I feel about that one, although it's partially true.
And somewhere between the house, the post office, and BJU, a very important form is missing. I think we've got things worked out enough that things will be okay without a lot of work on my part, but I'm more than a tad aggravated with it all. There's simply no way I left that form out of the box (or I'd have found it during the gazillion times I've cleaned the kitchen table since mailing that box), but there's no way I can prove it. I will say that the both they and the Iowa company people scoring the tests are being very gracious and accomodating about it. On the up side...it was just a form and not someone's achievement test lost!
And that is just part of the day. Dark is approaching, and I need to lock the chickens up. I'm thinking an episode of Duck Dynasty is in order tonight.
My nephew fell on the trampoline, breaking both bones in one leg. He's in a lot of pain. They'll be x-raying the next two weeks to make sure the bones are staying aligned. If not, he'll have to have a plate inserted.
I had another encounter with our dog, so I now have another bleeding cut on my arm. My joke to Bobby that it's starting to look like I'm a cutter is no longer funny.
The goslings discovered they can poke their head out of the fence...and into the garden. Two of my green bean plants are stripped of all their leaves. :(
After taking some relatives to social services (for the second time in 2 weeks because they didn't take all their paperwork the first time), they found out their adopted daughter may not be totally adopted. I'll explain more on that one later. On a side note, they jokingly called me the "dwarf taxi" today. Not quite sure how I feel about that one, although it's partially true.
And somewhere between the house, the post office, and BJU, a very important form is missing. I think we've got things worked out enough that things will be okay without a lot of work on my part, but I'm more than a tad aggravated with it all. There's simply no way I left that form out of the box (or I'd have found it during the gazillion times I've cleaned the kitchen table since mailing that box), but there's no way I can prove it. I will say that the both they and the Iowa company people scoring the tests are being very gracious and accomodating about it. On the up side...it was just a form and not someone's achievement test lost!
And that is just part of the day. Dark is approaching, and I need to lock the chickens up. I'm thinking an episode of Duck Dynasty is in order tonight.
Monday, May 20, 2013
laughter
We just got home from the funeral of a long-time friend. Well, it was actually a memorial service. His funeral will be in his hometown tomorrow, but the family held a memorial service here in Garner at the church they've attended for the last 50 something years.
Mr. Jack worked at the US Dept of Agriculture in Washington DC for many years. Like many people, he was gone during the week and commuted home on the weekends. Several of his co-workers spoke at the service today, and one had us all in shocked laughter.
Like most conservative Baptists, Free Will Baptists are tee-totalers. The speaker made the comment that he didn't know why he and Jack were friends, but they always had been. He laughed about how Mr. Jack would choose a restaurant that served seafood and sweet tea, but no alchohol, and how he'd always try to get it changed to a different restaurant. And of course, Mr. Jack didn't smoke, either and this paticular friend did. He shared a lot of other work and family memories, but this one about alcohol, which he referenced quite a bit throughout his talk, had everyone both shocked and laughing at the same time.
Saying goodbye is never easy, and my heart hurts for my friends and the adjustments that are ahead of them. But I'm so thankful for the positive memories they've had over the years, and how blessed they are to have had a husband/dad who taught them the truth, whether they've accepted it or not.
Mr. Jack wasn't perfect. He never pretended to be. But he was a good friend. I hope when it's my time to go that people will remember my positive traits much more than my negative ones, and that my family will find healing through memories that bring laughter. After all, Proverbs says laughter is better than medicine, right?
Mr. Jack worked at the US Dept of Agriculture in Washington DC for many years. Like many people, he was gone during the week and commuted home on the weekends. Several of his co-workers spoke at the service today, and one had us all in shocked laughter.
Like most conservative Baptists, Free Will Baptists are tee-totalers. The speaker made the comment that he didn't know why he and Jack were friends, but they always had been. He laughed about how Mr. Jack would choose a restaurant that served seafood and sweet tea, but no alchohol, and how he'd always try to get it changed to a different restaurant. And of course, Mr. Jack didn't smoke, either and this paticular friend did. He shared a lot of other work and family memories, but this one about alcohol, which he referenced quite a bit throughout his talk, had everyone both shocked and laughing at the same time.
Saying goodbye is never easy, and my heart hurts for my friends and the adjustments that are ahead of them. But I'm so thankful for the positive memories they've had over the years, and how blessed they are to have had a husband/dad who taught them the truth, whether they've accepted it or not.
Mr. Jack wasn't perfect. He never pretended to be. But he was a good friend. I hope when it's my time to go that people will remember my positive traits much more than my negative ones, and that my family will find healing through memories that bring laughter. After all, Proverbs says laughter is better than medicine, right?
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