Friday, April 25, 2008

Angels in our midst

Have you ever been visited by Angels? Would you recognize them?

A few months ago we had a guest speaker at our church talk about Angels in our Midst. I believe I've entertained an Angel before and yes, I am serious and no, I'm not on drugs.

I was stationed in Pensacola teaching at Corry Station. I lived across the street from the Navy Hospital. When I was working nights (4pm-1130pm) I would often go for a drive after work to relax a bit and calm down. It helped me to go to sleep faster. Often I would drive all the way down to Pensacola Beach, take a short walk on the "boardwalk" there to relax and then drive home. Usually I would be coming home about 1215 (depending on when we actually got off work).

Driving up Hwy 98 almost to the Navy Hospital I would often see a lady walking (like she was leaving work at the hospital). She was an older lady from what I could see, but not sure how old. She was always by herself. I always thought I should stop but it was a dark road and being trained in Sexual Assault Victim Intervention Advocacy, I was leary of stopping on a dark highway just after midnight. So I began praying about it. I didn't see her for a while because we switched from days to eves constantly but then one night I saw her from a distance. I said a quick prayer and something told me to go ahead and pull over and offer her a ride. So I did.

I turned off my lights, leaving only the parking lights on and pulled to the side of the road. As she approached I rolled down the passenger side window to ask if she wanted a ride. That is when I found out she was a deaf lady so couldn't hear. I am sure she was scared when I pulled over....I know I would have been. Luckily I do know a bit of sign language and I had some paper in my car. I signed and wrote asking if she wanted a ride. She accepted.

She commented on my radio station (a local Christian Station) and asked if I was a Christian. Of course, I said yes I am a Christian and in the dark began driving her home while trying to "talk" to her. She told me where to go (on paper) and I drove her the 3.5 miles home. It broke my heart to know that this lady walked over 4 miles home each night in the dark. I just can't immagine why someone wasn't able to help her. She told me her name and where in the Hospital she worked and that she had been praying that someone would pick her up because she was tired and no one there would take her home. I was so upset that my fellow shipmates wouldn't help this lady.

I told her that if I saw her again, I would gladly take her home. She smiled and nodded and got out of the car. I sat there for a second to make sure she got inside okay and then drove home. Thinking back, I never saw her go inside the house...she only went to the side of the house.

I never saw her again. I inquired with a friend of mine who was a L&D nurse at the hospital (she said she worked in the Nursery) about this lady. My friend never heard of her. As a matter of fact, there was no one at the Navy Hospital with that name (I did see her ID badge).

It makes me think...did I get her name wrong or did I really entertain an Angel that night? Either way, the memory of this lady will forever be with me. That night is one of my fondest memories. The 10 minute drive to her house will stay with me forever.

Monday, April 14, 2008

What to do with little boys?

You all know that I love my LJ to pieces, right?

Well, this weekend was just so much fun but so scary at the same time. We went to "The House of Bounce" for a birthday party for a friend. It is a place that has all these inflatable things for kids to slide down, bounce in, play on, etc... It's a fun place. Parents MUST sign a injury waiver on the way in. THAT should be a clue right there.

LJ goes down the BIG slide with his sister. He LOVES it. So Mommy takes him back up it. We get to the top, round the corner and before I can grab him, he JUMPS. The gasps from those watching (which included dear ole Daddy and a few other moms, grandma's and grandpa's) was loud. Mommy herself almost fell out after him. He bounces two times and then slides the rest of the way down. All of us were expecting tears. Nope. My little trooper got up giggling and laughing and headed back UP the ladder to do it again.

This little guy must have went down the slide 30 times. He has NO fear. I think I need to start a savings account for the co-pay for emergency room visits.

After all was said and done, we get home and I fully expect him to pass out. Nope, little guy is up until 9pm....almost 2 hours late. So then I think (foolishly) that he'll sleep in? Nope, up at 6am calling for me.

One nice thing though, he has started calling me "Mama" occasionally now...which just melts my heart.

Random thought: Why is it boys have NO fear? Why can't I have that kind of faith in all that I do? Why can't I believe that the Lord will always be there to protect me and kiss my hurts away? I know that is why the Bible says we have to become like children and have that Child-like faith. I'm so glad I have my little man to remind me of that faith.

Friday, April 11, 2008


It's Friday, 11 April 2008, do you know where your kids are?

Oh how I remember those commercials about knowing where your kids are.

Mine are respectively in school and daycare right now.

Like I said yesterday, I would try to post a way I am blessed. Here goes.

1. LJ slept thru the night last night. I asked him last night if he would and he did. Now, I'm not so naive to think he did it for me...but it's a good thought. On the flip side, my sweet Molly woke me up at 5:30. I thought she needed to go outside....NOPE....she just wanted me to come downstairs to sleep. Goofy dog.

2. DD loves me...she told me so last night. Of course, she cracks me up. She was aggrivating me again (not in a bad way, just to pick) and I was trying to watch a program....then she said "But I love you". That was just too funny.

Today is the funeral for a wonderful man. Mr. Ralph Schmaltz worked with me here. He was a HUGE NASCAR fan. We would talk about it a lot at work. He died in his sleep unexpectedly earlier this week. He was perhaps one of the nicest, sweetest men I have ever had the pleasure of working with. He touched everyone he worked with. Last Christmas he sent out an email to people telling them how much they meant to him. It was one of those "before it is too late" emails. He is already missed here at work. Ralph wasn't a sickly man. He was a strapping manly man. Nothing unhealthy about his appearance but I certainly don't know if he had underlying conditions. Regardless, the world is just a bit less bright place without him here. My sympathies go out to his family. I will miss him and his smiling face.

Not-so-Random-thought: Be compassionate. Be kind. Tell those you love that you love them often just so they know....before it is too late.

Thursday, April 10, 2008

Oh, How I love Jesus....

Oh, how I love Jesus.
Oh, how I love Jesus.
Oh, how I love Jesus.
Because he first loved me.

That song is running thru my head right now and I am not in a hurry to get it out of there (as compared to other songs that get stuck in there).

I was thinking last night as LJ was tossing and turning in the middle of the night and wanted "DAH-DAH" (that's me...not "mommy", not "mama", but "Dah-Dah") just how blessed I am. I've always loved the Martina McBride song about being blessed. The Lord has really blessed me in my life. It's not always been easy but He never promised it would be. But it has been full of blessings. Some of the ways the Lord has blessed me are:

1. First and foremost, for loving me enough to die for me on a hill called Calvary. I can't wait to cast crowns at His feet.

2. For a loving mom who raised me right and now is able to live close to me even though I'm the one who left home 15 years ago to serve my country in the Navy. Never did I think I would live close to my family again. I thought they would always live in Kentucky.

3. For a husband who loves me in all the ways that a husband should love his wife.

4. For a beautiful step-daughter who makes me laugh with her ways of showing us she loves us (by play-fighting and "bugging" us to pieces). She's a scream.

5. For my little LJ. He's mommy's boy through and through right now but is definitely ALL boy. He loves to be in the garage or outside with his Daddy but he also loves to snuggle with Mommy. No mom could ever ask for a sweeter little boy.

6. The list could and should go on and on but I need to get some work done. Maybe each day I will list something I am thankful for...or something or someone who has been a blessing in my life....

Thank you Lord for saving my soul.
Thank you Lord for making me whole.
Thank you Lord for giving to me,
Thy great salvation so great, and free.

Wednesday, April 9, 2008

It is so loud in here.

When I was first pregnant with LJ, I went to my sisters house. I was shocked at how quiet it had to be in order for her daughter to sleep. I had to watch the Darlington race with the TV on volume level 1....I couldn't hear a thing! My DN is the lightest sleeper and was not accustomed to noise at that point in her life. I knew right there that this would never work in my jungle, um I mean house.

Well, knowing my husbands love of surround sound (i.e. if the house isn't shaking it's not loud enough), I knew that would never fly with a new baby. Add to it my DD only has one level of volume on her mouth and that is LOUD. I mean I came home one day to find a HUGE scratch on my hardwood floor....when I asked CC what happened, he said the speaker fell off the mount on the wall....of course, the only reason it would fall is if the surround sound was on TOO LOUD!!!! I should have known at that point.

So at the hospital I made sure that there was always noise around after he was born. The TV was always on, we didn't talk in hushed was normal conversation.

Now, fast forward a month and in the fog of new mommy-hood, I decide I need to clean house. I start vacuuming and vacuum UNDER LJ's swing...with him in it....sleeping....he doesn't stir a bit! Okay, so he's fine with noise. CC looks at me and starts laughing and said that he couldn't believe that LJ was still asleep after the vacuum was run under his swing. I'm feeling pretty proud of myself at this point.

A few days later I come home and I can FEEL the TV as I turn off the engine to my truck....CC is watching Star Wars...with the surround sound on....with LJ in the swing sleeping NEXT to the TV. Okay, so I admit, I did yell at CC a bit...I mean, some noise is okay, he needs to be somewhat immune to noice BUT we don't want the kid to be deaf and at this point I am beginning to wonder.

Now, 18 months later he's a pretty good sleeper and doesn't wake up due to noise MOST of the time (unless one of the dogs decides to announce that someone has passed our house without his/her permission).

Today's random thought: Babies are accustomed to noise. The womb is VERY noisy. No reason to make you house quiet but don't go too far, you do want the kid to be able to hear in the future.

Tuesday, April 8, 2008

I am so tired of the news

I loved watching our local news channel. I remember growing up and my parents watching the news every night. I also remember hating the news back then. Suprisingly, DD now ASKS to watch the news. Now we do that at home every night. Mostly for the weather and sports updates and to see what is happening in our area for the following week and such. I get enough of the 'world' at work to satisfy my news junky personality.

But lately, and maybe it's because the election coverage started SOOOOOO very early, I am so tired of the news. I am so tired of the candidates. (mostly the dems because that's about all that is being covered right don't see much on Sen. McCain). I am so tired of hearing about change, and who's being racist and who is telling false stories, and who did an oops and "mispoke". I just want something to be on the news that has NOTHING to do with politics. I will be so glad when the election is over. What about good news stories? What about stories that show that human kindness still DOES exhist? Anyway, I digress....

That said, every night, CC (thats NASCAR talk for our DH and means CREW CHIEF) and I always want to catch the weather. Being that our family is an outdoors-ey type, we want to know what the weather is going to be over the next few days so we are dressed appropriately in the mornings. Well, for some reason, we MISS the weather. EVERY TIME IT COMES ON, WE MISS IT! I am so thankful for TIVO. However, it IS sad when you keep rewinding the show again and again to catch the weather, with the sole purpose of catching the weather and yet MISS IT AGAIN! Needless to say, our house is a very loud house. (more on that another day) and we usually have to make EVERYONE hush in order to catch the weather (which is next to impossible with LJ chasing Molly with his Tonka Truck). Even with "Local on the 8's" on the weather channel, we end up having to rewind it. It's sad when you can not sit still for 10 minutes to catch the "Local on the 8's". LOL

So my random thought is, I miss the news and wish for the old Anne Murry song to come true, I just want a "Little Good News Today". And please, don't make me rewind the show to catch the weather....please. LOL

Monday, April 7, 2008

You look well fed!

Yes, DD actually said that to me one night. I could not believe it. We had just finished a nice dinner at home (that I cooked) and we were doing our nightly routine of giving little man a bath and cleaning up after dinner when DD tells me that I look "well fed".

Now, the girl isn't a farm girl so she couldn't POSSIBLY know that that phrase is reserved for cows or pigs(dripping with some sarcasm there). She's a city girl for the most part. She grew up in a suburb for the most part. She has only been on a farm a couple times in her life...and certainly didn't grow up on one like I did. And I have to remember that this girl IS only 13. Certainly she didn't mean to hurt my feelings and call me fat? Or did she? Either way she'll give her favorite reply of "I didn't know that" or some version of that phrase.

Anyway, my DH was standing there and just had this look of total shock combined with "boy are you going to get it now" look on his face (even though He grew up in a city, he KNOWS what that phrase means).

So, I proceeded to ask her "And what do you mean by that?" Of course she "said" that I look like I had a nice dinner and was "satisfied" (NOTE: I have learned thru WW that I need only eat until I am satisfied, not full and I've been telling her that for a long time not even thinking that it was sinking into her hormone laden brain but I guess she may have heard that part). Regardless, she used the words to say what I think she wanted me to hear...but I'm not sure yet.

So, I asked "Do you not know that cows and pigs are referred to as "well fed" when they are taken to market or for sale? That people refer to these animals as "well fed" when they have a good bit of "meat" on them...i.e. they are fat??? She said she didn't know that. Yeah right...or maybe she didn't. I don't know. What I DO know is that she won't be telling me that I look "Well fed" anytime soon.

Friday, April 4, 2008

My first blog

Well, as you can see, this is my first blog. I was inspired by two of my Weight Watchers NASCAR fan girlfriends blogs...Erin and AK. I love random thoughts. I love random acts of kindness and thought I could post the thoughts here.

As you all probably know, I am on Weight Watchers. I've been on a board for almost 4 years now...the NASCAR Winners Board. This group of ladies is amazing. We are all NASCAR fans and try to meet up at races if we can. I have only met one of the ladies so far (HI CUDA) and she's a scream. I would love to meet all of them. These ladies are so special though. To tell you just HOW special they are, when I was pregnant with LJ, and I had Pre-Eclampsia and disappeared from the board the morning of Sept 18th, they, knowing I was on bedrest and SHOULD be posting, called every hospital in my hometown looking for me. One of them found my Mary Kay website and got my information so she could contact me. There were over 200 posts on the 18th, 19th and 20th until they found out I had my baby. The outpouring of love and caring from these ladies is so special. Of course, after that, we all switched phone numbers and whoever is pregnant MUST NOT disappear without telling us where she is going else one of us will come hunt her down and make SURE she is okay. LOL.

So DD just called, and she wants Pizza. Um honey, it's 2pm and I am not going to get off work until 4pm. So I end up ordering her pizza and paying for it over the phone (this kid is lucky). She's off school today for a teacher work day...must be nice. I had been having a great day...went to get an AMAZING massage (it really should be against the rules to return to work after a massage). and then back here for a few hours of work.

Just as I am getting off the phone with the "Pizza guy", I get a "read" receipt from an email that I sent out earlier today. Uh oh, I bet there is a message waiting in my voicemail inbox. Sure nuff, there is a message and it's from the "man" that was on the phone with another "man" in our organization who chewed me out last week for failing to do my job when they took away all the tools to do my job. Kinda like saying "Make a chocolate cake" but not allowing you to use CHOCOLATE!!! IMPOSSIBLE!

Do I call him back or pretend I didn't get the message? Oh well, I'm not good at lying so I call him back. I just got off the phone with the man who "listened quietly" last week during the behind chewing...yes, it was pleasant. If I could only have lost the amount of weight literally that I thought I had lost in the verbal tirade from the possessed being on the other end of the line I would be one thin woman! That said, Quiet Guy just back pedaled on the whole thing...I was just told how very important I am to the mission of what we are doing and to keep up the good work. WHAT? Oh my goodness. So you are now afraid that since you have bit off more than you can chew that you now NEED my help? I guess I'm just too nice. What I do is just too important to let some bozo with no guts fail at a job that I know is more important.

So my random thought is, why is it that when you are wronged by a man, they are unable to apologize? I mean, it's not that difficult and earns you major points from the women involved. I would have more respect for a man if he can apologize than if he doesn't and just tries to act like nothing is wrong. THOSE kind of people, you know, the ones that can't apologize, scare me.