Okay, so maybe they really don’t CAUSE brain damage, to the participant that is…..maybe just to the parent that happens to be beating her head against the wall as she tries to pry her obsessed children off of a game. Maybe I’m just old but I don’t get this whole “virtual world” thing. Isn’t the real world enough of a challenge? I think so. But that is just my opinion. Hey, this can’t be so difficult….I could make a virtual reality game. Forget the young kids, I’d make my game for the parents. In this game the virtual kids would wait on their parents. AND they would smile while doing it! Virtual mom would get extra points for every extra 15 minutes she stayed in bed. She would earn more points for picking out the most flattering outfit to wear. (wearing sweatpants and T-shirts is a deduction in points) Dad would earn more peace and quiet points while he was working. ( a point deduction for each interruption from his virtual family members…double point deduction for any major calamity such as broken bones, throwing up, or blood loss.)
If the entire family survived and had at least the minimum number of points at “graduation” of the virtual children then the family earns a mega vacation to someplace warm and exotic. Aaahhhh…..now that is my kind of game.
My dear, sweet husband bought me a beautiful engagement and wedding ring. I enjoy them very much. We were at the mall last week and went by the jewelry store. He suggested that since we were there why not get them cleaned? I said okay, so off we went to the store. Good thing we did. Turns out my diamond was loose. I needed the prongs on my ring tightened. Since Scott had enough forethought to get the lifetime warranty when he bought them, we left the ring to be taken care of. I missed my rings. My finger felt naked. I pulled out my fake, CZ ring and put it on. It was pretty, and to those who didn’t know the truth, it seemed like a real diamond ring. But to me it just wasn’t the same. I knew the truth. I thought about how my rings were a lot like us as Christians. How many times have I felt like everything was going along as planned, everything in my life looked good….but then God lovingly decides that I need to be cleaned. The world and all it’s trappings are making me dirty AGAIN. Sometimes the cleaning bothers me, it makes me frustrated and I miss my old ways. I might even try and fake the change. “God, I’m fine. I’m doing well. Really, I promise. See, I can still shine.” God, because He is God, sees right through me. There is no fooling God. “No, Dawn you need to be fixed up. The world is wearing you down. I love you enough to take care of you. This might hurt a bit, but trust me. After you spend time with Me you will truly shine.” After spending time with the Lord I am made new. It is the real thing. Other people notice something is different. God is so good.
I got my rings back last night. The diamond was sitting nicely in the tightened prongs. My rings had been shined and polished. I was nearly blinded by the brilliance of the light bouncing off the diamonds. They were beautiful. I put my fake CZ back in my purse. I didn’t need it anymore, because now I had the real thing.
Okay, what is wrong? I’m doing a load of dishes this morning and I’m noticing how noisy the dishwasher is. It’s a fairly new dishwasher, but it’s just noisy. Note to self: New house will have a quiet dishwasher. The kids are quiet this morning. No, they have not fallen back asleep. They are working. Working quietly. I’m glad about this. Hopefully, this will last throughout the day. Hey, at least I can dream.
I really need to go to the grocery store today and I really need to do some laundry. Boy, doesn’t that sound exciting? I need to work up a little enthusiasm I suppose. I know, I know….my family needs clean underwear and they need to be fed. I guess I need to take action. Hey, no one can claim that I don’t care about world peace…..or at least family peace….or at the very least being clean…..well, okay maybe at least fed…..Oh, alright already. I feel guilty for sitting here on the computer. I’m getting up and getting moving!! But now I have a guilt complex. This means I’m going to be forced to buy ice cream at the grocery store this afternoon. It’s a vicious cycle.
If this day continues like it has then I am in big trouble. It started at 3:55 am. Ace was barking like a maniac. I don’t know what he was barking at but he woke me up. He barked continuously for the next 35 minutes. I know this because I was wide awake. Laying there in the dark. Listening to him. Ugh. Finally I fell back into a fitful sleep and woke at 7. I laid there awhile longer, but eventually got up. I stumbled out to the kitchen and had my devotional time. The message hit me squarely between the eyes. It was about not being stubborn and doing things my way, but waiting on the Lord. Okay, Lord. I get it. So, I fix my breakfast and start to get the kids up when I steal a glance at the family calendar in the kitchen. Oh, no! Bradley’s dental appointment is at 9:30. (It was 8:30 at this point) I had intended to take my shower while the kids were eating breakfast. I guess not. I threw on some clothes, washed my face (but no makeup),brushed my teeth, and pulled my hair in a clip. I looked in the mirror and thought to myself, “I have become the stereotypical suburban mom.” Rushing off to get my child to an appt., trying to do 50 things at once….Double Ugh. Before leaving I checked the other two kids goals and told them to work hard while I was gone with Bradley. I also made Scott some coffee before going out the door. Since we had just gotten in from our Ohio trip last night the van was parked in front of my car. I decided to just go ahead and take the van. The parking brake was on and I couldn’t get it off. I pushed it. I jiggled it. I pulled at it. I had pushed the release but it was not cooperating. The clock was ticking and I knew we were going to be late getting to the dentist. Frustration was setting in…and it wasn’t pretty. I started talking to the van. “Stupid van! Let go already!” ” I’m going to win this battle–if I have to yank your parking brake pedal completely off!” Yes. Okay. When I get frustrated I sometimes start talking to inanimate objects. Crazy. I know. FINALLY, I pulled, pushed and jiggled it enough and it released! We were free. I sped out of the driveway and we got to the dentist 10 minutes late. Triple Ugh. Oh, well. The appointment itself went well for Bradley so that was good. The drive home was enjoyable. We chatted about his plans after high school. (though I must say being a skydiving instructor had me a little nervous) I just hope all these events this morning aren’t an omen for the rest of the week.
P.S. Didn’t I say this would happen? Last week I blogged about what a good week it had been. I jinxed myself. I hope I don’t get struck by lightening this week!
Let’s see….I blogged on Saturday night at the motel. So now I’ll fill everyone in on Sunday and Monday. Scott and I were supposed to meet with this man who needed someone to house sit for him while he was in Florida. We thought this would be great while Scott was in Ohio working on the new house. It never panned out. Scott called and left messages, had set up a time to meet …everything. The guy never called back. Obviously, God had other plans for us and house sitting for this man was not part of it. Well, Sunday morning we went to church and it was an enjoyable service. The pastor was getting over being sick so his voice was starting to go, but it was an excellent sermon on living out our faith on a daily basis and teaching our children. So many people introduced themselves to us. Calvary Baptist is a very friendly church. We feel very blessed that God has brought us to this church.
After church and lunch we set off to the stables where we have Breanna’s pony. We got to see Jazz and pet the other horses too. The young woman and man that own the place have a donkey as their farm “mascot”. Boy oh boy was she “talking” to us. For being so small she sure could make a lot of noise! Scott and I got a classifieds paper and looked for apartments for him as we drank our coffee at Tim Hortons. ( a great coffee spot!) We found what sounded like the perfect place in Mt. Victory, Ohio. (near our Amish friend) I called the lady who owned the apartments and she sounded really nice so I set up and appt. for us to see the place this morning. Even though the apartment is an economy apt. and it’s so small Scott could be in the shower and get something out of the refrigerator at the same time, it will work for our purposes. It’s not a problem for us to rent on a short term basis, say 6 months. Scott will also be able to get internet. That is important. I can’t say that I’m thrilled about us being apart on and off for the next several months while our house is being built, but he needs to be there to oversee things being done on the house. I’ll just have to stick it out and be a “single mom” for a while. I have a feeling I might be using the “the look” a lot. If the kids give me too much griping they might “mysteriously lose” their electronics. Of course, we told them that we expect that they will be loving, obedient, and helpful children and that I shouldn’t expect a moments trouble from any of them. (Oh, wait a minute….I think I just drifted off to my happy place……back to reality:)
Oh, I forgot to mention on Sunday evening around 5 we stopped by Mr. Miller’s house. He and his fiance’, Mary, were there. We chatted for about 45 minutes about our house. He is very knowledgeable. All of us pretty much sat around in the dark and talked, until it got really dark and Daniel lit an oil lamp. Mary was very quiet and didn’t really participate in the conversation, but Daniel talks and has a good sense of humor. He said something about them not being like the young people today who find someone on the computer to marry. I about fell out of my seat! I wanted to laugh out loud, but he wouldn’t have understood…..so I held my laugh in until we left and got in the van to leave. Considering that is how Scott and I met—it just cracked me up. It is such a collision of opposite worlds us (the technological/internet/cell phone family vs. the plain/simple family. So funny. I find it so interesting. I’m always learning something new. (Daniel informed us that they went back to church around 7 and it wasn’t over until 10) While driving back to the motel we saw in the distance this lantern light moving across the field. I said, “what is that?”. Just as we got up to it we realized it was a black buggy, with jet black horses. The Amish use candles in lanterns to light their buggies at night. They also had to put reflectors on their buggies. Daniel has about 9 horses and they are all jet black. Tall and strong, with long legs. They look almost majestic. I have no idea what breed of horse they are, but they are beautiful. He just looks to them as transportation. They have to be good horses that don’t spook easily (cars come right up on them). Monday must be wash day in Amish country. Everyone had their laundry out this morning. It snowed over night and was still snowing this morning…and the wind! It was sooooo cold. I bet that laundry was some kind of cold when they brought it in. Brrr……..
Well, I better go for now. Back to school tomorrow.
So on our trip up to Ohio this time Bradley informs us that he brought his black Christmas robe he got from Mimi and the slippers from Becky. He plans on being a sloth this weekend and after coming back from church laying around in his robe like he is Hugh Hefner. He says and I quote, ” I plan on being lazy and doing nothing.” So there you go. The world now knows that our eldest is slug-like. Hmmpfff!
Scott and I went out to a town that we are considering as a place for him to get a temporary apartment in. It’s pitch black as we drive down the road. All of a sudden on my side of the van are two big deer standing right on the side of the road. Thank goodness that the one deer turned and ran into the field instead of running into the road or our van. They were so close I could have reached out and touched them. It was scary. There are a lot of deer here!
Side note: There is a Tim Horton’s here in Bellefontaine. Great coffee and yummy hot chocolate. I think this could possibly be a new coffee place for Scott and me. It’s open 24 hours a day and “it’s always fresh!” What more could we ask for?
That’s all for now. More to come.
While vacationing back in September at Myrtle Beach, S.C. I was shopping and came across a funny sign. I got it for the home schoolers in my house.
NO WHINING, CRYING, OUTRIGHT BLUBBERING OR THE LIKES THEREOF……WHATSOEVER!!! THIS IS A RESPECTABLE JAIL.
I just got tickled when I saw the sign this morning. I know I’m weird. I have no excuse.
This week has had some obstacles to be sure, but for the most part it has been pretty good. Now, this always scares me a little bit, because I can’t help but think if this week was good, what will next week be like? Can one have 2 good weeks in a row? Is that possible? Will the cosmos be out of alignment if that happens?
It’s Friday. The coffee tastes really good today. The kids are all working–QUIETLY. They’ve done well on their tests this week. Scott and I have spent a lot of time laughing this week. I beat Scott in a game of Boggle this week. (Oh, and did that feel great!) I found a book I wanted at the store…it was the last one left and so I was excited to get it, I had lunch with some girlfriends from school, and I got several chores finished around the house. ( I love being able to check things off on my to do list.) All in all it has been a good week. Hopefully, I won’t be struck my lightening next week or some other such thing. I’m not worried……..really.
It took all my determination to get up this morning. It was storming outside. Thunder crashing. Rain pelting. I was warm and cozy all snuggled up in bed. Scott pulled the covers up and rolled over. I wanted to roll over too….but I didn’t. Being the good mom and school teacher I am, I dragged myself out of bed. I put on the green fluffy robe. I didn’t worry about combing my hair or brushing my teeth. (Hey, normally I am on it, but it was gray and rainy and I didn’t feel like it this morning! Before you are too grossed out, I WILL do that in a little while, ok?) I turned the coffee pot on, and then fixed my breakfast and sat down with my devotional book. After that I felt a bit better and a tad more energized for the day. I went around the house flipping on lights and in my most cheery (okay, bordering on psychotic) voice I told the kids it was time to get up and greet the day. It didn’t go well. Greeting the day for them is a few animal sounding grunts and pulling the covers over their heads. I let them know that I am not going away and I can be very persistent. Little do they know (but are learning as time goes on) that in order to be a mom I had to go through basic training, much like the U.S.Marines. I learned how to have a drill sergeant voice, an expression that says “don’t mess with me because I mean business”, and the agility and stealthiness to fly through the air, land on a bed , roll, and whip the blankets off before they even know what hit them. I’m a mom. It’s my job.
I knew there was a reason that I did not particularly enjoy fresh, live Christmas trees. Sure they smell great, but who likes having to water them practically every day and who likes getting rid of them when they become dead as a door nail? Yesterday afternoon was the dreaded event. The live (well by now a dead brown twig) Christmas tree had over stayed its welcome at the Gibson house. It was time to go. I had the children strip the tree of all it’s ornaments. (note to self: tinsel sticks to everything in sight….carpet, hair, the cat) I had the boys take what was left of the tree to the woods in our back yard. I figure it can decompose among it’s own. Of course, taking the tree out of the living room meant a trail of pine needles to the front door. Did I mention I HATE pine needles especially when they have taken up residence in my living room rug? I vacuumed like a crazy woman (that description is not too far off actually). I still think there are pine needles out there, but at the time I became tired and had worked up a sweat with all the vacuuming so I gave up. I was defeated by the pine needles. I vowed to come back later to complete the task. Oh, I also hate tree sap especially when it gets on stuff in the living room. Trying scrubbing sap off of a side table. Not fun and certainly not easy. Really, there is a reason God made trees to live outside. He knew what He was doing.