One second is not a lot of time but in one second a lot can happen.
I was reminded of that today as I watched a car accident happen right before my eyes. In a single moment - 2 cars collided and the people involved had a dramatic change in their day.
It could have been me but it wasn't and i am thankful for that. But, it made me think.... Do I make every second count? Do I take for granted the seconds that God gives me as I go through out my day?
You are spending part of your day reading this I want to take a few seconds and let you know how thankful I am for you. I have some of the best family and friends in the world and I am truly blessed to have each of you in my life.
So, this is just a reminder............ Let's make every second count.
Saturday, February 28, 2009
Thursday, February 26, 2009
Thursday
I am a fan of Thursdays. Not because the work week is more than 1/2 over and not because the weekend is almost here, but because I can have some time in the morning to do whatever. I don't start work until 11. Sometimes I go into work early because I can get a little bit caught up on stuff there. One of my co-workers usually calls me a "nerd" when I do that but it is helpful when the piles on my desk are not 3 feet high.
What exciting adventure can I report to you today?
My Canine sister, Daisy is getting fixed this morning. Did you know it is national get-your-dog-spayed day? I hope that goes okay and that she recovers quickly (and maybe has a change of attitude).
My husband has a cold. He is a miserable patient and very dramatic. Hopefully, he will not share with me and will get over it soon.
My sister turns 35 next week and I am wishing we were not so far apart. Everyone that knows Rachel is blessed to have her in their life! She is the best sister ever and I wish I could tell her that in person plus give her a big hug.
I am thinking we might get another little taste of winter today. They are calling for some snow and I am really not happy about that. I love spring and and longing for the day that the last flake falls and the trees start budding and the flowers think about peeking out of the ground.
That is about all I have for today. I think I will end this and go get ready for work even though that will give me "nerd" status once again.
What exciting adventure can I report to you today?
My Canine sister, Daisy is getting fixed this morning. Did you know it is national get-your-dog-spayed day? I hope that goes okay and that she recovers quickly (and maybe has a change of attitude).
My husband has a cold. He is a miserable patient and very dramatic. Hopefully, he will not share with me and will get over it soon.
My sister turns 35 next week and I am wishing we were not so far apart. Everyone that knows Rachel is blessed to have her in their life! She is the best sister ever and I wish I could tell her that in person plus give her a big hug.
I am thinking we might get another little taste of winter today. They are calling for some snow and I am really not happy about that. I love spring and and longing for the day that the last flake falls and the trees start budding and the flowers think about peeking out of the ground.
That is about all I have for today. I think I will end this and go get ready for work even though that will give me "nerd" status once again.
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
Dropsie
I want this blog to be interesting. My life is not super exciting but it is fun and there is not a lot I would change.
I think I might do some research about one thing that I wish I could change. I am not very coordinated. Someone told me that if you are right handed and your left eye is dominate- then maybe you are not as good at hand eye coordination. Maybe that is part of my problem. I think I might find out if it is true because then I will have an excuse!
The reason why I bring this up is because I dropped a plate of cake on Sunday, in the church parking lot, on my way into the building. Somehow it went from my hand to upside down on the pavement in a matter of less than a second. Accidents happen and it was an accident but I felt bad because there was a lot of wasted frosting! I love frosting!! Oh well. I will continue to try to be more careful but knowing me - I will probably also continue to drop things.
I think I might do some research about one thing that I wish I could change. I am not very coordinated. Someone told me that if you are right handed and your left eye is dominate- then maybe you are not as good at hand eye coordination. Maybe that is part of my problem. I think I might find out if it is true because then I will have an excuse!
The reason why I bring this up is because I dropped a plate of cake on Sunday, in the church parking lot, on my way into the building. Somehow it went from my hand to upside down on the pavement in a matter of less than a second. Accidents happen and it was an accident but I felt bad because there was a lot of wasted frosting! I love frosting!! Oh well. I will continue to try to be more careful but knowing me - I will probably also continue to drop things.
Sunday, February 22, 2009
Pleaser-itis
I think I suffer from a disease called "People Pleaser-itis"
I have known about it for a while but yesterday, I saw it in a different light.
It runs in the family. My father who is one of my heroes is a very hard worker and I owe a lot of my work ethic to him. He received the "People Pleaser of the Year" award a few years ago. Only one person receives it per year and once you get the award - you can't get it again. I am sure if he was still in the running he would get it every year.
One of my other heroes is my mother! She doesn't let a single day go by without helping someone and she works very hard. Even when we were kids and she had to go back to work - she would get us dressed while we slept. I can remember her trying to get a shirt over my head and socks on my feet because she wanted to help get us ready before she had to leave early to go to work.
It is in my blood and it runs deep. I love to help others and do things for people. Sometimes when I think what I do is not good enough - I struggle with that.
Like yesterday......
Whenever my husband and I do housework together we add a little frustration into the mixture of cleaning supplies. He says it is time to do "Saturday Chores" and I groan on the inside. Most of it is me getting frustrated because I think that he thinks I don't keep up with the cleaning so he has to do it himself. Why can't I just be thankful that he is helping me out around the house. We both know that I work long hours and that I am not home everyday sitting around watching Judge Judy! But, I want him to be pleased and I know if he is in a messy house - he is not pleased. So, here is my plan... I am going to try to sweep the kitchen floor and do a quick - pick-up and put away of items that get out of place as part of my daily routine. He would be much more pleased to see me doing that than blogging.
But, I also want to keep you pleased by blogging regularly....... Hmmm now what?
I have known about it for a while but yesterday, I saw it in a different light.
It runs in the family. My father who is one of my heroes is a very hard worker and I owe a lot of my work ethic to him. He received the "People Pleaser of the Year" award a few years ago. Only one person receives it per year and once you get the award - you can't get it again. I am sure if he was still in the running he would get it every year.
One of my other heroes is my mother! She doesn't let a single day go by without helping someone and she works very hard. Even when we were kids and she had to go back to work - she would get us dressed while we slept. I can remember her trying to get a shirt over my head and socks on my feet because she wanted to help get us ready before she had to leave early to go to work.
It is in my blood and it runs deep. I love to help others and do things for people. Sometimes when I think what I do is not good enough - I struggle with that.
Like yesterday......
Whenever my husband and I do housework together we add a little frustration into the mixture of cleaning supplies. He says it is time to do "Saturday Chores" and I groan on the inside. Most of it is me getting frustrated because I think that he thinks I don't keep up with the cleaning so he has to do it himself. Why can't I just be thankful that he is helping me out around the house. We both know that I work long hours and that I am not home everyday sitting around watching Judge Judy! But, I want him to be pleased and I know if he is in a messy house - he is not pleased. So, here is my plan... I am going to try to sweep the kitchen floor and do a quick - pick-up and put away of items that get out of place as part of my daily routine. He would be much more pleased to see me doing that than blogging.
But, I also want to keep you pleased by blogging regularly....... Hmmm now what?
Thursday, February 19, 2009
airport run
My ride to the airport was pretty uneventful. I was thankful for the signs with the airplane pictures on them with an arrow- showing me what way to go. I forgot to remember that I didn't really know how to get there until I was trying to get there. But I found it. I parked in the parking structure and went in. I could see on the arrival's list that his plane had landed and now I was on the look-out.
I went as far as I could towards the gate but, in front of me was a huge DO NOT ENTER sign - so I didn't go any further. I waited for a while. Then, I saw some passengers coming my way and I asked a nice looking man if he came from Denver. He said his flight was from Atlanta. Atlanta? Was I in the wrong spot? I checked the sign again and the Atlanta flight landed 20 minutes after the Denver flight - so maybe I had missed the one who I was waiting for. I went down to the baggage claim area and looked and even went outside and walked to see if he had his stuff and was already waiting out there. (If he only had a cell phone.......) No luck. So I went back upstairs and was walking back towards the gate and low and behold I saw him coming my way.
It wasn't the slow motion greeting that all of us girls long for..... dropping everything on the ground and start running toward the one we love. Once in a tight embrace - a little twirl in the air with the girls feet wrapped around the strong man holding her up. I got the one armed hug and a kiss from a scratchy 6 day old beard. Oh well. He was home and I was glad about that.
So we went downstairs to get the luggage. I lead the way since I was just down there. We talked a bit about experience of the week while we waited for his bags, and then we turned for the door to head to the car.
That is when the dreaded question came - "Where did you park"?
Where did I park? I didn't remember exactly what the # said on the pole near the car but I knew it was a red pole and that I had gone up a few levels in the parking structure before I pulled into the perfect parking spot. At that point - Mr. Happy-to-be-home turned into Mr. I-can't-believe-you-can't-remember-where-you-parked. I tried the "I was too excited to come see you" line - but that didn't get me very far. I knew I knew where the car was and that I could lead him to it in a matter of a few minutes but that was not the answer that he wanted. Next time I will remember to tuck a pen in my pocket and jot down the exact location . Maybe I'll bring a black sharpie marker and write it on my forehead. That will save him some frustration and not steal away a little of my joy.
Besides that, my honey was home and we both agreed that we make a better team when we are together than when we are apart.
I went as far as I could towards the gate but, in front of me was a huge DO NOT ENTER sign - so I didn't go any further. I waited for a while. Then, I saw some passengers coming my way and I asked a nice looking man if he came from Denver. He said his flight was from Atlanta. Atlanta? Was I in the wrong spot? I checked the sign again and the Atlanta flight landed 20 minutes after the Denver flight - so maybe I had missed the one who I was waiting for. I went down to the baggage claim area and looked and even went outside and walked to see if he had his stuff and was already waiting out there. (If he only had a cell phone.......) No luck. So I went back upstairs and was walking back towards the gate and low and behold I saw him coming my way.
It wasn't the slow motion greeting that all of us girls long for..... dropping everything on the ground and start running toward the one we love. Once in a tight embrace - a little twirl in the air with the girls feet wrapped around the strong man holding her up. I got the one armed hug and a kiss from a scratchy 6 day old beard. Oh well. He was home and I was glad about that.
So we went downstairs to get the luggage. I lead the way since I was just down there. We talked a bit about experience of the week while we waited for his bags, and then we turned for the door to head to the car.
That is when the dreaded question came - "Where did you park"?
Where did I park? I didn't remember exactly what the # said on the pole near the car but I knew it was a red pole and that I had gone up a few levels in the parking structure before I pulled into the perfect parking spot. At that point - Mr. Happy-to-be-home turned into Mr. I-can't-believe-you-can't-remember-where-you-parked. I tried the "I was too excited to come see you" line - but that didn't get me very far. I knew I knew where the car was and that I could lead him to it in a matter of a few minutes but that was not the answer that he wanted. Next time I will remember to tuck a pen in my pocket and jot down the exact location . Maybe I'll bring a black sharpie marker and write it on my forehead. That will save him some frustration and not steal away a little of my joy.
Besides that, my honey was home and we both agreed that we make a better team when we are together than when we are apart.
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
today
I go to the airport tonight to pick up my husband. He has been gone for about a week visiting his family in California. I will gladly greet him with a hug and a headache. His plane lands around 10:30 pm and the hug will be because he has been gone and I am glad he is back. The headache.... will not be due to the late hour of his arrival but due to the fact that I have enjoyed staying up late while he has been gone. I have had 6 nights in a row of not having to share the king sized bed with anyone but the cat. 6 nights of no one complaining about my cold feet. 6 nights of not having to listen to snoring (or as I call it- roaring). 6 nights of no one wishing I would have come to bed before midnight. AHH the life of a bachelorette.
They say all good things will come to an end.
I would not consider us being apart a good thing. We have a good thing going. Being together is a good thing and we will celebrate 15 years of that this May. I enjoyed a little alone time but, I will be glad that tonight - someone will be there to warm my feet.
They say all good things will come to an end.
I would not consider us being apart a good thing. We have a good thing going. Being together is a good thing and we will celebrate 15 years of that this May. I enjoyed a little alone time but, I will be glad that tonight - someone will be there to warm my feet.
Monday, February 16, 2009
ok - here is #2
I wonder if I will get better at this as I go along? Just so you know I was recently looking at my Jr High and High School report cards. English was not the subject that I thrived in. So I apologize now for all the words spelled wrong, fragmented sentences and improperly used pronouns and whatever else there is in the big world of propositions or prepositions and punctuation. Rachel got the English genes and I got math and science (and lunch and recess).
What is on my mind tonight? A few things I think because of something I saw yesterday.
It was a movie clip from a movie called "Facing the Giants". The scene that I saw was when the coach pulled the team captain aside and told him to crawl across the football field with another player on his back - a task extremely difficult but something the coach knew he could achieve. As he got in his face and yelled and encouraged - I felt the tears welling up in my eyes. He was yelling over and over for him not to give up and to give his all - his best - everything he had!
So why did that make me emotional you ask?
My first thought was because of my job. For a 1/3 of my life (plus a little more) I have been an office manager at an optometrists office. I could give you the regular fluff about how great it is and how much I love it and how awesome my boss is - but instead I will stick to how this movie clip applies to my job. If I was in this movie, I would be the football captain (but look more like superwoman). I tend to take it all on my shoulders - carry the weight of the office on my back. I don't need to delegate if I can do it all myself, right? I also see some of the coach in me. I push myself and have high expectations. My boss doesn't push me that much- it is not his character. But I need to be pushed. I love a goal - a clear, obtainable, yet challenging goal. Give me that and I will thrive and keep moving towards the end zone. I need to be a good example for the people I work with so I try to set the standard high. I don't want to lower my standards and expectations and I don't want to give less than 110%. But, some times I do get a little side tracked - going back to the football theme- sometimes I might stop and chat with the cheerleaders or need to tie my shoe so please don't think that I am patting my own back and that I think I do everything right. I think that along with the weight of everything comes some extra stress. So I need to eliminate that somehow. But, I'll save that for another blog entry.
My first thought for this clip was that it reminded me about my job. My second thought is that the coach was a great vivid example of God. I know, I know, that should have been my 1st thought especially since I was watching the movie clip at church. I am just being honest. It is a perfect picture of God next to me - in my face - yelling at me to give it my all and to keep pushing and not give up. Not pertaining to work but life in general. I seem to think that I have had a few things in my life that have felt like I've been "tackled". I have been hit hard by a bunch of stinky linemen who all pile on top of me while I am down. Honestly, my life is good and I am blessed. I have so many people in the stands rooting me on and cheering for me. I need to focus on that and and remember that God is always there - wanting to push me - wanting me to give it my all - wanting me to do my best and above all wanting me to not give up - no matter how discouraged I may be. My goal should be to focus on the end zone and do my best for Him - everyday no matter what. I am working on that.
What is on my mind tonight? A few things I think because of something I saw yesterday.
It was a movie clip from a movie called "Facing the Giants". The scene that I saw was when the coach pulled the team captain aside and told him to crawl across the football field with another player on his back - a task extremely difficult but something the coach knew he could achieve. As he got in his face and yelled and encouraged - I felt the tears welling up in my eyes. He was yelling over and over for him not to give up and to give his all - his best - everything he had!
So why did that make me emotional you ask?
My first thought was because of my job. For a 1/3 of my life (plus a little more) I have been an office manager at an optometrists office. I could give you the regular fluff about how great it is and how much I love it and how awesome my boss is - but instead I will stick to how this movie clip applies to my job. If I was in this movie, I would be the football captain (but look more like superwoman). I tend to take it all on my shoulders - carry the weight of the office on my back. I don't need to delegate if I can do it all myself, right? I also see some of the coach in me. I push myself and have high expectations. My boss doesn't push me that much- it is not his character. But I need to be pushed. I love a goal - a clear, obtainable, yet challenging goal. Give me that and I will thrive and keep moving towards the end zone. I need to be a good example for the people I work with so I try to set the standard high. I don't want to lower my standards and expectations and I don't want to give less than 110%. But, some times I do get a little side tracked - going back to the football theme- sometimes I might stop and chat with the cheerleaders or need to tie my shoe so please don't think that I am patting my own back and that I think I do everything right. I think that along with the weight of everything comes some extra stress. So I need to eliminate that somehow. But, I'll save that for another blog entry.
My first thought for this clip was that it reminded me about my job. My second thought is that the coach was a great vivid example of God. I know, I know, that should have been my 1st thought especially since I was watching the movie clip at church. I am just being honest. It is a perfect picture of God next to me - in my face - yelling at me to give it my all and to keep pushing and not give up. Not pertaining to work but life in general. I seem to think that I have had a few things in my life that have felt like I've been "tackled". I have been hit hard by a bunch of stinky linemen who all pile on top of me while I am down. Honestly, my life is good and I am blessed. I have so many people in the stands rooting me on and cheering for me. I need to focus on that and and remember that God is always there - wanting to push me - wanting me to give it my all - wanting me to do my best and above all wanting me to not give up - no matter how discouraged I may be. My goal should be to focus on the end zone and do my best for Him - everyday no matter what. I am working on that.
Saturday, February 14, 2009
HMMM... Me? A blogger?
HMMM... Me? A blogger?
I have the best sister in the world. She is so talented and blogs regularly. She told me today that she likes to know what is going on with me. She loves it when I tell her how I am feeling - like the real stuff that is going on ...... on the inside. That kind of scares me. I am not too good at that.
I tend to hold things in.
I keep the smile on.
I see the glass as half full.
I am an optomist.
I don't sweat the small stuff.
But, I told her I would try to put what is inside of me into words because she asked me to. She lives on the other side of the earth so I hope this will be another way to help us stay close. She is always close to my heart but I have not seen her in a while - or heard her voice - or felt her hug. But, I am blessed to have her "in" my life. Even though she is so far away she very much a part of my life.
So, here I go. We'll see what happens next. We can take this journey of soul seeking together.
I have the best sister in the world. She is so talented and blogs regularly. She told me today that she likes to know what is going on with me. She loves it when I tell her how I am feeling - like the real stuff that is going on ...... on the inside. That kind of scares me. I am not too good at that.
I tend to hold things in.
I keep the smile on.
I see the glass as half full.
I am an optomist.
I don't sweat the small stuff.
But, I told her I would try to put what is inside of me into words because she asked me to. She lives on the other side of the earth so I hope this will be another way to help us stay close. She is always close to my heart but I have not seen her in a while - or heard her voice - or felt her hug. But, I am blessed to have her "in" my life. Even though she is so far away she very much a part of my life.
So, here I go. We'll see what happens next. We can take this journey of soul seeking together.
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