Tuesday, July 28, 2009

Wife Swap....hhhmmm

I'm trying to rest up today because of my "non-working" ER excursion yesterday morning courtesy of my crazy Diabetes. I have to return to work tomorrow, so I am taking it easy today watching a bit of TV. I don't know why, but I am drawn to "Wife Swap." I love seeing how other people live and react when their worlds are turned upside down by someone that lives a totally polar opposite lifestyle. I suppose it is the voyeur in me that loves to watch the turmoil as it unfolds. With that being said, I do wonder if people really live to such extremes. Personally, I have a pretty relaxed parenting style, but there are a couple of points that I expect NO deviation from. I expect my children to obey what I say at all costs, and they MUST be respectful of others especially adults. Talking back will get you in all kinds of trouble in my home. If children behave at home, they will more than likely behave when they are away from home. To me there is nothing worse to me than hearing a child argue, talk back, or be down right nasty to adults that are placed in the position to be their caregiver. With that being said "Wife Swap" always makes me thankful for my husband, my children, and my life in general. It is a great reality check.

Friday, July 24, 2009

All things happen for a reason.

I am a firm believer of that statement. There have been many times in my life that I have been disappointed, because something that I THOUGHT I needed or wanted badly did not happen. I would worry over every little thing making myself a nervous wreck in the process. I don't know when it finally "clicked" that I need to change the things that are in my power to influence, and give the rest up. I have been much happier since I have adopted that way of thinking. So now instead of asking "Why me?" I say "Why not me?" and find the good that is mingled with the bad. We are not meant to have all of the answers, and if everything went our way all of the time the world would be a very boring place. As superior beings we are meant to be challenged to FIND alternatives and meant to be creative to MAKE alternatives. Life is what we make it!

Sunday, July 19, 2009


Looking back over my life the day I remember most is Sunday. Growing up my Sundays were filled with Church and Sunday dinner(lunch for you northerners) at Granny's. Granny always had a spread fit for a king: Roast with carrots, onions, and potatoes, field peas, fresh ripe tomatoes, sliced onions, and corn bread. As good as the food was the preparation time was my favorite! My Granny would sing hymns as she prepared the Sunday fare continuing the worship from the previous church service praising God with the voice of an angel. The most meaningful worship services occurred right in that old farmhouse being sung by someone that loved and trusted God unconditionally.

I do not attend church any longer, but I continue to worship in my own way. My children know of God, and we all pray. I do not feel like I have to worship in a building. God's church is in the wonders around me. The faces of my children reflect God's immense love for me. I am truly blessed.

Thursday, July 16, 2009

I haven't posted here in a while...

Wow, I didn't realize it had been so long since I posted here. I have been derelect in my blogging duties apparently. Tonight's inspiration? My numb face and hands. Today has been a rough one for me. I have had to put up with a face, arms, and hands that have felt as if they are asleep all day. That wonderful symptom had improved for a while, but it came back with a vengeance today. It seems to worsen when I get tired, and I have been running all week. Nine and a half hours in the car on Monday and three busy days in the ER have certainly been a chore, and now my body is paying the price. What is wrong with me you may wonder? I wonder too. My neurologist thinks that I have Multiple Sclerosis, but the first MRI was inconclusive. So, I am being monitored for symptoms, and I am scheduled for another MRI in September. To be honest, I would love to have a definate diagnosis. At least that would give me an enemy that has a name. So for now I will continue to shadow box with a face, arms, and hands that feel as if they belong to someone else and balance that rivals any Friday night drunks'. You know, if I close my right eye and tilt my head ever so slightly to the right the blurry vision ALMOST improves.