Oddball

June 19th, 2012

 

I feel like I don't fit in, most of the time.  I'm weird.  I'm finicky and strange.  One of my closest friends loves to point out all my craziness (we call it snobbery).  No matter what the subject, she'll say, "Oh, you're a _______snob?!" to which I think for a second and reply, "Uhh, yea…I guess so!".  What can I say, I'm strange like that.

For my entire life, I've felt like this.

Imagine walking into an event.  Do people stare at you?  They do me, every single time.  My kids notice it too.  Trust me, I'm not glamorous or amazingly gorgeous either.  Some might call this feeling (the one of everyone staring at you) as an insecurity.  Maybe somewhere inside my "social butterfly" personality is a weird insecurity but I'm not sure.  I just want to be like everybody else.

Or do I?

I was taught that staring at someone for prolonged amounts of time…is rude.  I never do it to other's.  I understand how awkward it makes you feel.  So, I do what every well-mannered oddball does…I steal glances!  You know, scope out the entire area and then glance over for a peek…then look away?!  I'm sneaky like that.  Plus, I don't want the person I'm looking at or admiring to think I'm a weirdo stalker.  Even though…  Oh, nevermind!

Another peculiarity of mine is that in group settings I feel a little awkward if everyone is grouped up as "buddies".  We've all had this happen to us, right?  You walk into a room/the pool/church/a party/a friends house and people are huddled up in fun groups.  They talk and laugh, maybe even tell "had to've been there" stories that you don't get all while you linger there alone.  Feels weird, huh?

I always try to include everyone.  At least, I hope I do.  Cause, exclusivity stinks! Except when it comes to things like riding in the car with the carsick kid.  Then, I want out of that group.  Other than that…count me in, ok?

The best way to put this oddball phenom is this…march to the beat of your own drum.  Jesus wants each of us to be just who HE created us to be.  For me, that's empowering.  I like being a little different.  I do it well.  My kids do too.  They don't base their self-worth on what other's are thinking of them (more adults could find peace if they felt the same way).

So, next time you walk in someplace and everyone stops to stare..think about what God wants them to see in you.  Is it a smile (don't smirk, ever) or is it a friendly wave?  It could be that you look familiar to them but they just can't place where they know you from (or maybe they're just rude and didn't get the memo about STARING).  Either way, just be yourself.

Or just be like me…an oddball!

For Arguments Sake

June 18th, 2012

I bet you don't want to know my family argues.  I certainly don't want to admit it, but how can I be honest here without speaking the truth.  Yep!  We disagree!  We fuss!  We "blow our stack".  It's not something I'm proud of and I bet if you live in a normal family, you argue too.

It's human nature!

I've been thinking about what causes such riff's between people who love each other.  One of the biggest issues seems to always stem from some sort of disappointment or frustration.  Have you ever felt really angry with someone over a small incident that didn't really matter — only to realize that you were actually mad about something way bigger?  The little thing just made the big thing come to surface?

Yea, that happens.  To everyone, right?

Oh how ill-tempered we can be.  Some might even call it "self absorbed"!  Whatever.  When you're mad…YOU'RE MAD!  Right?

I wish I could say I'm extra good at keeping my cool!  Truth is, I stink at it.  I can blow a gasket faster than a souped up Chevy!  Oh and don't think for one second I'm not armed with some vicious word arsenal!  I can slice  & dice with my tongue!

Lord, help me.

My heart usually regrets it though because mean words wound and destroy.  Who wants to be a destroyer?  Unless you're talking about BAD GUYS or evil forces.  Am I right?

What I'm getting at here is….before you blurt out that careless word or blow up in an angry way, don't!  Stop and think it through.  Is your reason for lashing out really about what you're going postal over?  Remember, the person catching your flack just may not know you're upset about THE BIG THING especially when you attack over a small thing!

 

My advice is to handle what's bothering you in a way that brings glory to God.  The other person may not even know they've hurt or wronged you.  Dealing with it before it eats you up is always easier and kinder.

Love your family.  Treat them with care and be kind every chance you get.  No one knows how many opportunities we have left.

 

Happy 3rd week of June, friends (yes…already)!

 

PS-No loved ones were hurt or injured as a result of this posting.  My family is at peace and is carefully filtering all frustrations through a God-sized sieve known as forgiveness!

Best Dad Award

June 17th, 2012

 

What makes a great dad?  For some, it might be one who works hard and makes a great salary to provide for his family.  Another could be a dad who goes outside and throws balls around with his kids.  Or maybe a great dad is someone who never yells at his kids or scolds them when they make a mistake.  Who decides?  Isn't every family different?  Every dad?  Every child?

Genesis 18:19 – "For I have chosen him, so that he will direct his children and his household after him to keep the way of the LORD by doing what is right and just, so that the LORD will bring about for Abraham what he has promised him."

Dad's carry a heavy weight of responsibility.  No one can shoulder the jobs of a father (much like, the mother) in the same way he can.  No one can love a child like a father and no one can replace one that is lost.  The relationship a father has with his children is special and unique.  One specifically ordained by God.

Psalm 103:13 – "As a father has compassion on his children, so the LORD has compassion on those who fear him."

Our world is full of fatherless children and adults.  I can't tell you exactly who my father is.  Part of the confusion growing up was WHO was my real dad.  I had a dad that I thought was my dad (George) and when my parents divorced my mom pretty much removed him from my life.  Years later, she remarried and I gained a step-dad (Bill).  For most of my growing up it was Bill who carried the responsibility of being my dad.  He never once acted like he didn't want the job or didn't care for me.  So, in my eyes…God provided a father to love me even if my real father didn't.

Still….I knew being a dad was more important than just stepping in and picking up where someone else left off.

As a young adult, I was confused about my future.  Probably no more than any other young person.  I had choices but knowing which one was best for me was difficult to decide.  I prayed for God to guide me (in spite of my own foolishness) and I believe that's exactly what he did.  I met and married my husband within 6 months.  Risky, really risky.  I wouldn't suggest it.  Today, I know that it was a destiny totally orchestrated by God.

 I can't take the credit for being that wise.  heart

Up until marrying, I couldn't settle my heart and mind on any one thing.  Especially picking a life mate.  But I knew that my future was very important and I also knew that it involved having my own family.  I didn't want some fragmented broken up willy-nilly family.  I wanted one that was healthy and whole with no secrets or shame.  I was clearly focused on accomplishing that and I prayed that my future husband was as well.

Maybe that's how I knew…it felt right.

For the last 23 years I've shared my life with just the man God had for me.  The one I prayed for and the one I knew would be a Godly father to our kids.  Don't get me wrong, he has flaws and so do I for that matter.  There's no way around either of us being a little imperfect.  But the foundation is solid and the goals set high.  Both of us want the same things for our family.  We see the prize at the end of the journey and we feel blessed to be partners along the way.

I know our kids are better people because we kept our family together and trudged through hard times.

Proverbs 14:26 – "Whoever fears the LORD has a secure fortress, and for their children it will be a refuge."

Lately, I've felt like my kids liked their dad more than me.  I know that's crazy thinking but I'm just being honest.  I watch them slurp up every moment with him (sometimes, I even feel jealous) as if they've missed years of time with him (which they haven't).  I listen to their conversations (if they allow it) and I understand what it must be like to have a father like him.  He's everything.  He's smart, hardworking, fun, trustworthy, reliable and he genuinely cares about every aspect of their lives.  There isn't anything our kids can't say or do that changes his feelings about them (Don't you just love UNCONDITIONAL love?).  I am so grateful for a husband like that.

 

Proverbs 23:24 – "The father of a righteous child has great joy; a man who fathers a wise son rejoices in him."

For the man God so lavishly placed in my life so long ago….I pay honor to him today.  Thank you Don, for being a wonderful father and example to not only our kids but to me…a wayward child.  I know now that families can be healthy, happy and live victoriously even if everything isn't perfect.  You are the world's best dad!  I LOVE YOU!

HAPPY FATHER'S DAY

Joshua 24:15 – "But if serving the LORD seems undesirable to you, then choose for yourselves this day whom you will serve, whether the gods your ancestors served beyond the Euphrates, or the gods of the Amorites, in whose land you are living. But as for me and my household, we will serve the LORD."

 

 

Chipmunk Cheeks

June 14th, 2012

I'm playing nurse to this guy.  Pay no attention to the wild look in his eyes.  It's just what happens to a dude who opts to do oral surgery with Nitrous gas as his companion.  Did you know that having your wisdom teeth removed costs a whopping $3200 these days?

This facial expression makes perfect sense now, huh?

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It didn't take long for the laughing gas to wear off.  As in, just a few minutes actually.  The pain began kicking in within the next hour and a half.  Luckily for me, I don't have a big whiner for a son.  He handled it like a champ!  I, on the other hand….felt miserable!  I couldn't help but feel that mother compassion thing.  I hate to see my kids suffer.

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He hit the bed (sitting upright, of course) after eating a bit of creamy mashed potato's and a chocolate milkshake with a side of pain pills.  I've checked on him about 20 times and he's sleeping sound as a rock.  I'm really hoping for a good day for him..today.  Anyone who's had this little surgery knows the days following are the wingdingers!  The pain, the dry sockets and all that swelling….

Blek!

The funniest part of this whole surgery?  He's in a wedding next weekend in Mississippi.  He told the doctor he couldn't be messed up for the big event.  He and his staff laughed….then added that he'd be back to normal in no time.  Like 3 days!

Huh?

No way.  It took me all week to recover!  Curses to chipmunk cheeks!  

Happy Hump Day, friends!  Hug your kids….they grow up so fast!

Don’t Brake It

June 12th, 2012

It's breezy here this morning…so my faithful dog girls and I are outside enjoying it. One more cool snap is on its way and I'm happy for it. We've had to use a/c all weekend and I found myself feeling all snoot-ee pa-tooty about it.

Call me a heat snob…I suppose!

Yesterday was an adventure!  I needed a few items from the store and since my youngest drives my car to school (she's taking summer Geometry)  I had to wait for her to come home. I was in a hurry because I needed to put the chicken in the crockpot for tacos but I was missing a key ingredient to do it–hence he store run.

Out to the car we run when Geometry girl says, "Oh your car is running funny!".  I crank up and put it in gear…..and push the gas only it drags along as if a body is trapped underneath.  I stop and jump out to make sure nothing is under there (seriously it sounded that awful).  I see nothing there and it looks totally normal. Tried once more.  Still more grinding.  I check the 4wd…turn it on and off.  I backed up…and pulled forward. Nothing stopped it.

So I did what all chicks do and called my hubby.  He asked all the 4wd questions and I told him I had tried all that. He said I'll be right there.  Whew…in case you didn't know-I live in a world that is positively convinced DAD (aka my hubby) can take care of everything.  I use this time to slap on some makeup because now I feel like it was a sign to pretty up before "running" to the store.

I notice hubby fooling with the car and came outside to see what's the what…he hops in and says I'll drive it you just take mine.  I ask what was wrong with mine….and he smiled and said—the EMERGENCY BRAKE was on!

HUH? WHAT? Who uses that thing?

Did I mention my girl drove to and from school that morning? Yeah with the brake pressed down. Who knew my son had set the brake on Sunday when he drove it last?  Not us-that's who!!

I like how my hubby handled it with our boy.  He said,  "ALWAYS LEAVE ANY & ALL VEHICLES READY TO GO FOR THE WOMEN IN THIS FAMILY!"

I couldn't agree more.  Thanks, SUPERDAD! 

Let’s Build It Ourselves

June 11th, 2012

I'm so excited about all that's happening around my house. Right this moment it's quiet and lazy….but over the weekend, work work work! My son told me that this is the summer his dad is trying to end it all. As in, kick off & hand over his life insurance. Every single weekend he has a hot & tiring project to work on that nearly does him in. I think he's making up for all the time he lazed around and ignored stuff.

He's buzzing with ideas and I love it!  I just have to remind him to "pace yourself" or else!

The big project that was pressing this weekend, the hot tub lid. We've been trying to find a replacement for the last year. Everywhere we've looked it was either crazy expensive or too complicated to get in our area. After calling the original spa seller in the next town over and finding out it would be at minimum $500 to replace–we decided to MAKE OUR OWN, dangit!

I'm not ashamed to admit….I was skeptical! I know how the ADHD brain works and I also know how exciting it is to start a project that fizzles out and ends up a costly mess in your yard & garage. My biggest fear was that this was totally going to look like a white trash version of a hillbilly (no offense, hillbilly friends) spa lid and that it wouldn't last. After exhausting all other avenues and cringing at the $500….I said, "Let's do this!".

It doesn't hurt to have the world's greatest workers around. Ally has been working full-time hours at the bank and jumping in on whatever project her dad is buried under when she comes home. He loves working with her and she loves helping her dad too. They think a lot alike and end up having a great time (remember the Father's Day plumbing problem?).

I'm impressed! I'm also grateful that while it wasn't cheap to create our own lid it was much more affordable. It looks great! Thanks Honey & Ally!

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This is the end result minus the final covering for weatherproofing.  Looks great, huh?

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On Sunday, because building a new hot tub lid until midnight on Saturday night wasn't enough manual labor….hubby decided to get busy building a new stairway up to our backyard with some new blocks we purchased from a neighbor. Like, 273 of them!  After catching the fever to keep the yard beautification process going….he came up with another plan to update what was torn up several years ago by ANOTHER plumbing problem. The one in which we had to replace our entire downstairs of our house problem.

 

This job will take a bit more time than an afternoon.  Even with several helpers.  Sit tight though, I'll be posting finished product photo's as soon as the gig is up!  I  can't wait!  

 

Stay tuned.