The first amarillo I've ever grown. After producing 5 blooms such as this, it is now growing another plant.There is a sowing and reaping law in the Bible. What you sow is what you reap. Sow bad things, reap bad things. Sow good things, reap good things.
When we were in the cabin with the news that the water and electric were being shut off, I paniced. Did God remember me? Did He realize I was there in need? With four children? And no where to go? Hello……!
I ran out of faith. I used up what little I had and began to lean on others’ faith. My desire was to follow what was the Lord’s Will and wait till He was ready. I ran out of faith but my will was to choose to wait till He moved. It was hard. I paniced. I fretted but I chose to wait for Him. And I came out a winner. (see the house pictures again if you doubt)
I promised a better picture of the hot tub and here it is. Best is when the weather is so cold your wet hair freezes to the outside of the tub.
Now I’ve come to watch God do the same with my parents. See, there was a debate on whether or not we should get the house before I had employment. I can’t argue with that. I have a large family and we cost a bit on a regular and consistent basis. With child support on three, I hardly bring in what my bills are now. I had nothing to contribute to the house and utilities.
This was the rental car I crashed. I still shake when I back out of the drive on raining days.
One thing I know, my parents’ hearts are after the Will of God more than anyone else I know. They are willing to go where He sends them at a drop of a hat if He so commands. Few people are like that. They prayed, we got the house. I’m thrilled. (see last blog, hahahaha!)
We all knew when it was God’s timing I would get a job. I get a 3 hour long interview and told I haven’t enough experience. Get three interviews, a drug test and salary request, the job is liquidated before I can be hired. Get this interview, not enough experience. One place has sent me no less than 13 rejection cards in the mail. (I was told persistence pays off) My personal favorite is the one that sent me an email, “You are no where near qualified for this job, why bother?” My reply, “If I didn’t try, it was a guaranteed no.”
I must have grown and stabilized to where I need to be just recently, cause the last place I interviewed at, prayed about and felt lead to be, just sent me a job offer. With bennies and insurances. I’m thrilled. Okay, mystyle. Lemme break it down for you:
I had enrolled back into school for a third degree. I had gone back to my boss at school to see if he would be interested in hiring me for workstudy again. To have workstudy means I would have to be taking classes. To take classes means I have to take something that isn’t the same type of degree I had before, so that I could get the financial aid to take the classes to get the workstudy to increase the experience so I could get a degree. Confused yet?
Now for the children
Doogboog: My young lady is changing on me. She’s becoming more and more her own person. She’s obtaining her own opinion, (which is always right and should be followed) she’s toeing that line of respect often but not from rebellion. Rolls her eyes and sighs heavily when corrected or told to do something she doesn’t want to.
Love those hillbilly teeth. Strike a pose.
Ahhh, but . . . she also does her best to help. Is learning to cook more. When she changed schools, the advanced algebra class she’s in was 10 sets ahead. At her own request she took tutoring classes to catch up. Now she’s in something called Math Counts that does the algebra of 8th and 9th grades. Now she has students a grade ahead asking for help.
She doesn’t give in to peer pressure. In fact, if you try to pressure her, she normally turns it around on you. Quiet funny. Every Sunday she takes her brother into his Sunday school class where she stays with his ornery butt that makes everyone miserable so I can go to my Sunday School class.
She’s getting so beautiful. I looked at her the other day in amazement. Is this that little to-headed, strong-willed, mouthy little thing that ripped the border off the wall? Painted her sister’s face with markers? (she pitty mommy) Wow. I’m so proud.
B-Bug: She’s got a birthday this Thursday and turning 11. She stinks. Everything she wears she looks good in. Any hairstyle looks good on her. I haven’t seen her with a bad hair day yet. Most of the time she has a good attitude. We always joked she could have fun at a crap party cause she makes the best of everything.
Her latest craze is this tomigotchi we got her for Christmas. Her first day back to school she was all nervous. Would I take care of it for her? Remember to feed it, take it to the bathroom, take it out to play and such? Umm…sure. It died the first day. Apparently I forgot to check it. So here’s my mom and I trying to resurrect this electronic toy. (wonder if there’s a version of CPR for that? Left button, left button, right, right. Hold.)
She had won a free haircut at a salon. She begged and begged and begged to get her hair cut. I’m looking at the long, blong tressles that have taken so long to regrow from the last short hair cut. Then at breakfast my mom did just what my daughter wanted her to do. She convinced me. “You know, she needs a hair cut. She looks to sexy with long hair.” I took a different look at my daughter. You know, she’s right. This long, beautifully flowing blonde hair made her look a bit older. Ugh! I caved. Now she looks even more beautiful – if that’s possible.
I knew those braces weren't going to do the trick!
She has such a kind heart as well. She and her best friend were invited to a party. They went. The friend ended up with that much dreaded school plague. (no, no, no, I cried. Not again!) She didn’t stop being friends, they just sat on opposite seats on the bus till it was cleared up by both girls. She even went to a friend they had comforted at the party (broken heart of course) and told her she needed to be checked. She risked public humiliation for the good of the other girl. What a hero. Her saving grace (or rather mine) was that her best friends grandmother called me at first sign. We nipped it early. Thus, B-Bug thought she ought to do the same for the other little girl. How proud can one parent be?
Dink: My sweet baby girl. She’s now showing signs that Mother nature is smiling on her as well. While her two older sisters bicker back and forth (yet love each other dearly), my little Dinkster has always been sweet. Um….now she’s starting that as well. Oh bother! We all know what that means. Well, it was bound and determined to happen with time anyhow!
Dinker-do with the playdo doll. Thought that was a neat mixture of hair color there.
She comes into my room yesterday, dressed for church with this pale blue skirt flowing. Matching shirt. Matching shoes. And this gorgeous, long, flowing hair down to her waist. Don’t even bother asking her to cut it, she ain’t gonna consider. Big ole brown eyes full of mirth sparkling back at me. And…..her hero is her mama. (yes, puffed up like a penguin I am)
Every morning I stretch out on the oldest ones bed and talk to my girls and listen to them as they get ready for school. Dink is always smiling at me. Leans over and gives me hugs. She gets ready and lays next to me. Awww…I love it.
She and her sisters like to play Brats and Barbies. Okay, they have to bribe Doog-Boog into it, but still, I catch all three of them doing it. Then they do skits and dance routines and pyramids where Dink is always on the top. Of course, she’s the only skinny Minnie of the group. And she is also Bubs’ favorite of the group. They build tents together, hide under their moon chairs, and play horse together.
We have had a pet skink in the basement for some time. He doesn't look happy does he?
Bubs: Wow, is there anything I need to say here? The Wild Man is . . . a handful, yet gaining ground. Today he actually used the torliet. (yeah Bubs!) He throws a fit every Sunday and we hear him in our class. (embarrassing) He sits at the table and wants to pray first. So he goes around the table, “Bless Mommy, an Dorge (george), Nana, an Sissy, and Dink and An-jul, an Sissy, an Mommy, and Sissy, an Dink. AMEN!” We all get a kick out of it.
"I cheese, Mommy." (my ex mother-in-law got those pjs for him. Aren't they adorable?)
Loves his swords, trains, dinosaurs, the cat, Buzz lightyear. Oh, that reminds me. We are in a waiting room and he has this pocket on his jacket. So he pops it open, shoves his sword down in it and yells, “I Buzz Yitelear. Come in command. You hear me? Command!!” We are all laughing. He’s jumping off this chair doing a spiderman impression. Then throws a fit in the backroom.
We got his bed set up in B-Bugs room but he wants to sleep with her. We’re putting it together and he’s trying to tighten the screws up with the electric drill. Then he jumps up and down on his bed, with the Thomas the Train comforter, all excited. But won’t sleep in it. Ugh!
You know those battery powered cars? He has a small one. It’s a four wheeler. Down the stairs it goes. Boom! Crash! My lands! We came running out thinking someone had died! No, just Bubs taking his car down the stairs. (thank God he didn’t ride it down the stairs, and don’t give him the idea)
Now how cute is this? Wonder if I can get family portrait with him in it. Bowtie and all.
He actually did ride B-Bugs snowboard down the stairs. Promptly crashes at the last step and busted his lip. We thought he got off fairly lucky on that one.
The lessons the pastor has been teaching lately and what I have been studying are good enough that other’s should have a chance to know and learn. I am going to create a blog site just for those lessons and what I have learned. If anyone is interested in having access to that site, let me know and I will forward it on to you. Or maybe find a way to post a link on this site as well.
SEE?
Stockings and garland around the chimney. Dad took a drill to anchor them in.
See those swords in the back? He wears them in his diaper as well. 
Doog-Boog was so happy to get this. She had been asking for this coat all winter long. (mom still has it.)
