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.

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

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.

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.

Dream a Little Dream...

Ha! I just had to share this, because it is too bizarre. I have always been one to have weird dreams that I can remember so clearly. Last night was no exception, and I know it must mean something, but for the life of me I certainly don't know what! I dreamt that I had a pet monkey, and he stole my glasses. He chewed on the right lens and scratched it to the point that I couldn't see out of it. So, APPARENTLY the eye department at Wal-Mart had an emergency room, and they told me to pick out some new frames. LOL, they only had one pair of adult frames and they were shaped like 2 hearts. So, I picked those as if I had a choice, and I gave them to the clerk. I waited a few minutes by a huge fish tank(??random I know), and the girl brings my glasses back, and they had blue lenses. Go Figure. Heart shaped glasses with blue lenses! What a fashion statement....You may now return to your regularly scheduled program.....

Why I am a "Crazy Cat Lady."

I never thought I would say that I am a "Crazy Cat Lady," but alas that is what I have become. It is a title that I wear proudly! I had been a die hard "dog person" until my friend Jeanie said one day, "I am going to get a Pixie Bob." LOL, to that I said, "Why are you going to cut all of your hair off?" She laughed and explained that a Pixie Bob is a breed of cat. They say that the breed was created when a Bob Cat mated with a barn cat creating the wonderful hybrid that is called the Pixie Bob. I began researching them and everything that I read called them a "dog in a cat's body." I decided then that I wanted one, so my friend Jeanie got herself one and acquired one for me as well. The problem was Jeanie lives in Oklahoma, so I had to find a way to get him from there to here. I managed to find a transporter that would bring him from her door to mine, and on November 20th of 2007 my journey to "Crazy Cat Lady" began.

I had been keeping in contact with the transporter the entire time he was on the road, and at one point I thought he was going to steal my cat. LOL, he said that he drove with him the whole way in his lap, and he asked me if the lady had any more kittens. He had fallen in love with him as well, but he didn't let me down and delivered Axl right to my door. He was the cutest bundle of fur I had ever seen, and I loved him immediately. He has the best personality, and he does have many attributes that a dog has. He is very territorial, and he doesn't care for strangers. He has chased off an air conditioner repair man and the cable guy! I think he looks like a souped up house cat. He has no tail, and his back legs are slightly longer than his front ones. Granted, not everyone would think he is beautiful, but he is to me. I cannot decide whether or not I want another Pixie or a Bengal, but I will be adding to my family as soon as I can. Now all I need is a huge flowered mu mu, lots of blue eye shadow, huge glasses, and a bouffant hairdo, and my transformation into being a "crazy cat lady" will be completed.

Monday, Monday...Da da, da da da da....

Ah, well, another week has come and gone ticking away our lives one heartbeat at a time. I find that I become contemplative at times, maybe a bit too contemplative for my own good. As my life moves in a forward direction it is the past that I tend to look at. What could I have done to make something better? Why have I wasted so much time and energy on negativity? These things are not inherently BAD things to think about, but with a change in verbage and structure the words have a whole new meaning. I will make things better, and I will make a positive impact!

So, today I will go to work in the ER for the 4 hours extra that I volunteered for, and after work, I will go dance my ass off at Zumba! Life IS Good!