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My People!

Today we donned our new
“We are OC”

 shirts the boss got for us. 

I loved matching my co-workers. It might seem kind of goofy to others, but to me, it was like being part of a cool club. I loved the unity. 

I love to see the pride we all take in our work and our school. I especially love to be a part of all the excitement we have for Monday. 

We get to usher a new year in with our students! (BIG CRAZY SMILEY FACE HERE)

I thank God for my OC family. 

They are MY PEOPLE!   

Here are a few pics of the crazy group as we were going outside to pose for this year’s campus photo:

  

   

  

 Like I said, MY PEOPLE!

And to end this blog today, I want to praise and thank God for blessing OCHS with two leaders that are HIS people. It’s a great feeling to have bosses who know Jesus. I truly have been blessed throughout my years as a teacher to have Godly administrators. 

 They were both a little worried when I wanted to take a picture of them today, because apparently I’m a bit malicious when it comes to embarrassing photos or videos. Not the case today! I wanted to show these two off as my blessings… 

My people, but most of all—

GOD’S PEOPLE. 

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What a treasure!

You never know what you will find when you start digging.  Treasures lay there waiting to be found.

I found myself elbow deep in stuff today.  While I went through most of the things left in my brother’s house, I remembered when that house was my house too.  We grew up in that house.  I lived there for 21 years.  My brother lived there most all of his life.

I remember that my dad kept it a chilly 67 at all times –all seasons.  It didn’t seem like the ice house it was, I guess, since we were all accustomed to the temp.

I recall our kitchen bar being the hangout at so many different occasions.  It welcomed us for breakfast, after school snacks, studying and neighborly domino tournaments.  When my friends came over around the teenage years, it was what we all sat around and just hung out.

Today, as I dug through so many different items–some of which I had never seen and perhaps didn’t comprehend it’s rhyme or reason– I found treasures.  My friend who was with me through it all today, at times, gave me insight as to what exactly I as looking at.  There were a few items that baffled us both.

After everything was separated into piles of yes, no and maybe…

I found a few items I will keep and a million photos to go through, but the best treasure I found today was a Corningware dish.  Perhaps that sounds like it’s not much of a treasure.  I admit it wouldn’t really look like much of a treasure if you saw it either.  But to me… it is from a time when my mom and dad were happy.  It’s from a time when we would all sit down at the dinner table and eat together.  Mom would pull that big thing out of the oven full of her baked homemade macaroni and cheese.  (sorry kraft…it was better)  It reminds me of warmth, of love, of my family.

That treasure reminds me how treasured I felt as I grew up in that home.

What a treasure!

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YOU complete me. 

I am just a gal. One person. I have no super powers. I don’t claim to be able to do everything.  Sounds kind of boring huh?  No frills, no thrills. 

Just me. 

BUT, I am a 

fearfully and wonderfully 

made human being. 

I have talents and abilities that others in my circle may not. They need me. They not only need me, but I in turn need them.  They complete me. I know that is usually used in marriage terms, but it’s true in other relationships too. 

I believe that all of these people are divine appointments. That means GOD CHOSE THEM FOR ME!!!  Every single one of them. Wow!  

All those around me are put in my life for a purpose. I admit the purpose is not always noticeable right at first, but it most always surfaces quickly.  

I just want to give GOD all the glory for this.  I praise Him and thank HIM for helping me through His people!  I especially thank Him for His Son! 

Lord, YOU complete me. 

Thank You Lord! 

Amen. 

Home Run The Movie

This was a great movie about restoration. Family movie. 

👍👍👍👍👍

http://youtu.be/RF2inat-A3w

The D word.

I didn’t blog yesterday on THE DAY.  I knew I probably wouldn’t.  We are always busy going from one place to another.  Once we were home, I got into bed as soon as I could.  I believe I slept for about 12 hours! haha!  I don’t do that often at all!

Christmas was wonderful.  It truly was.  My face ached many times from laughing or smiling continuously–and not the fake smiling we sometimes do when posing for pictures–my face was truly feeling the event.  My side ached a little from it as well.  We had fun!

The event was a little different than usual.  We saw some family we hadn’t in quite a few Christmases…then there were some close ones absent for the first time.  This did not diminish the joy of the Christmas occasion, but it did make it somewhat different.  The ones separated from us missed out on another awesome time together.

Death did not separate us…but another D word did.

Death is inevitable, we will all do that someday unless, of course, Jesus comes before we die.  Either way, what a wonderful day that will be.  (Reminds me of a song…What a day that will be…when my Jesus I shall see…)

The other d word I’m referring to– although very inevitable– seems to happen in our world more times than not.  It creeps up into the happiest of circumstances and the most harmonious of families.  It works its way into joyful times and tears apart the best of friends.  The devil loves it, he dances in it…he creates it.

We call some of the television programs we watch the D word.  The d word can be described several ways.  Here’s one definition I found:

It is the specific mode of fiction represented in performance.  The term comes from a Greek word meaning action, which is derived from the verb meaning to do or to act.

Here’s another:

a composition in prose or verse presenting in dialogue or pantomime story involving conflict or contrast of character, especially one intended to be acted on the stage; a play.

I know these definitions refer more to a play or performance, but in our lives, they pretty much happen the same way.  A person creates some type of opinion about a person or a circumstance then acts out, most of the time negatively, on their opinion.  They create fictional dialogue and premeditate the outcome.

Most of the time this involves misunderstandings

which then lead to mis-communications,

throw in some name calling and lies

and wahhhh lahhhhhhh….

THE D WORD!

Yep, the ole D word…

But I’m just gonna tell you along with the stinky little devil… the D word DID NOT stop the celebration of our LORD, KING AND SAVIOR being born!  It didn’t stop the meal from being prepared, the hugs, smiles or big ole belly roll laughing!  It didn’t stop the bright eyes or surprises that good company or perfect hospitality brought.  It didn’t stop the true meaning of our CHRISTMAS STORY.  It didn’t stop it…it can’t stop it.   No matter how much the D word tries to invade, destroy and conquer… it has no power.

GOD sent us our power.  He sent us the hope for peace and happiness.  HE sent us THE REASON FOR THIS SEASON and the d word has no place in the unfolding of this story.  THE REASON for the season has victory over anything that comes with the d-word.  Jesus is peace, hope and love which are total opposites of the d-word.

HE IS THE REASON FOR THIS SEASON.

Pray for those who don’t look to HIM first.  (on all days of the year)

Pray for those who love the d-word more than the gifts HE brings.

Find VICTORY in what JESUS brought.

HE IS THE REASON FOR THE SEASON!

(not the d-word…not ever the d-word)

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Momma

I’ve had dreams about my momma the last two nights.  I would love to have her here especially at Christmas.  I know there are many others that feel this way during the holiday season.  I also know some who have such animosity and hatred towards their mother (or other family members) that they couldn’t care less where their mother spends Christmas.  So sad.  If I could just tell those–hatred is ugly and it only eats on you…and definitely does not prepare us for Heaven.  Hatred kills our souls and makes us want revenge which is usually carried out by lies we conjure up or even horrendous acts like ignoring our loved ones at Christmas.  We should want to make our mothers happy and want to honor her, no matter what relationship–close or otherwise–we have with her.

“Honor your father and your mother, as the LORD your God has commanded you, so that you may live long and that it may go well with you in the land the LORD your God is giving you.                     -Deuteronomy 5:16

(I want it to go well with me!)

A wise child brings joy to a father; a foolish child brings grief to a mother. -Proverbs 10:1

A foolish son brings grief to his father and bitterness to the mother who bore him. -Proverbs 17:25

My mom was a sweet soul.

She was soft-hearted.

She loved Jesus and loved her family.

She also loved to tell everyone about whatever was going on in her life.  Sometimes that part of her drove me insane.  We would be in a public place, around people we had never met and she would start to tell them about some circumstance as if they knew her all her life.  I’m unsure why she did that, but the impulse to do it increased as she got older.  Looking back, I sure wish I had never felt embarrassed about those times or even worried about who she would bend the ear of on any particular day.  No one else really got upset about her stories.  I do admit that some of her stories might of been a little personal and it felt awkward, but really it was just me who felt that way.  Most people would smile and some would even start with a related story.  I hope Mom was never aware of the anger I had in those situations.  I have asked GOD for forgiveness so many times for it.  I know I only have to ask once, but when you feel guilt, you tend to ask for forgiveness numerous times.

My mom was a “patter.”  She enjoyed giving you “love-pats” as she would call them. I am a hugger and do love a good ole bear-hug, but patting made and still makes me feel weird.  I’m unsure why.  I’m sure some shrink could let me know their opinion, but either way, I just find it a little annoying.  I’m not saying I would shun my mom’s love, but at times, it was excessive.

When I was little, like any child I believe, I would crawl up in my mom’s lap and just love to be loved.  I loved the security her lap made me feel.  She and my dad both always had rocking recliners and she would always rock me when I got in that lap.  When I got some older we would even recline back and just lay there together watching TV.  I remember watching the Wizard of Oz in her lap–especially thanks to those stupid flying monkeys.

When I got married, my parents were both awesome about scheduling family get-togethers so Bobby and I could be there.  They wanted to have the entire family together and if that meant doing it on a different day than tradition, that was fine with them.  I so appreciated them for doing that.  I married into a huge family that had several events and for my family to take that into consideration, meant so much to me.  I’m not sure I ever told either of my parents that.  Always tell your parents why you appreciate them!  There comes a time (like today for me) that it’s too late.

Here now, as an adult and mother myself, I miss my mom.  I would listen to any of her crazy stories, allow her to pat me as much as she wants and would love to watch the Wizard of Oz in her lap again.

…I know there will be a day that I will long for my own children to be in my house together especially at Christmas.  I know I will get on their nerves with something I do and maybe one day I will tell stories to complete strangers that embarrass them too…

I pray most of all that no matter what… our relationships can always be good ones… no matter how much I love them or annoy them.

DON’T BE SELFISH AND HATEFUL…

Don’t let the time pass …don’t let your mom pass …

without letting her know that you love her, appreciate her and will miss her when she’s gone.

SOMETIMES I FORGET!

Sometimes I forget all of the things I am blessed to be able to do.  God gives me the ability to do so many things.

I GET to make the bed, sweep and mop the floor AND do the dishes.  I GET to vacuum, scrub the shower and toilet AND dust.  (I detest dusting…so very much…but still I’m blessed that I CAN DO IT. SOMETIMES I forget.)

I GET to bleach the sinks and wipe toothpaste off the basins.  I GET to pick up shoes, clothes, basketballs, toys of various sorts up from the floor.  i GET to sweep out the garage and take the recycling to the dumpster.

I GET TO DO ALL THOSE THINGS!  I am so blessed!!!  …but…SOMETIMES I FORGET. *sad face here*

You may think I’m being a total sarcastic idiot right now AND IF YOU KNOW ME, you know sarcasm is one of my favorite tones at times.  It’s another gift God gives me, I think.  BUT HERE, I PROMISE YOU, I’M NOT BEING SARCASTIC.

Although everything that I’m listing isn’t the absolute funnest things to do and do get a little overwhelming at times due to the consistency that I have to do them….

I AM TRULY THANKING GOD FOR THEM…I thank Him that I am able to do them.  Sometimes I FORGET that it is a blessing.  It is a blessing to have a house to clean, to have a messy family to pick up after and to chase dust bunnies who seem to truly be ALIVE in my house at times.  They are all blessings.  …but…(whispering) sometimes, I …forget. 😦

SOMETIMES I FORGET!  Sometimes I hate that I have to do them.  Sometimes I feel stressed out, because I have to do them.  SOMETIMES I wish I could just snap my fingers and some kind of little crew would come in over night –like apparently the Elf on the Shelf does –and instead of reeking havoc as he does, they clean my whole house spotless.  AND WHILE THEY ARE AT IT, they can make lunches for the next day and create home made dinners I could just pop out of the freezer and warm up.  SOMETIMES I forget that being able to do all the things I do…IS A BLESSING.

I could be sick, depressed or even dying.  I could be disabled and not physically able to do these things.  I truly am blessed.

but…

SOMETIMES I FORGET!

God allows me to be able to do all I do.

…and I’m sorry, Lord, that sometimes, I forget.

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