Moving Again ... Update 1.0

I live in Flea Central. Never before anywhere else I've ever lived have the little pests been such a HUGE problem that it feels nearly insurmountable. That being said, they're in our current home AND in our future home, so everything is at a stop until they're dead... oh yeah, and until the new house gets updated electrical. Yeah, that might be a big problem too.

So in the meantime and in between time (I think I got that phrase from Toby Mac) I've been cleaning, organizing, pitching, and donating nearly every room in my home. I've had graph paper and measuring tape out planning the new home! I've had paintbrushes out painting the kitchen, master bedroom, and bathroom. (There was some HIDEOUS wallpaper in all three rooms!)

HOPEFULLY there will be photos and an open house in no time!!

We're Moving!!! .... AGAIN!

but no worries... we're moving EXACTLY one house to the left. :) for those with our address change the 163 to 175, BUT we're not moved yet! SOON!


Stayed tuned for further updates....

Payback ... AKA Consequences

Oh I hurt. I hurt in many, many ways, in many, many places.

The Right Kind of Proud

Proud is a word that is thrown around a lot these days. I don't always agree with the uses, and I was raised not to show it. My mom had a misguided sense of humility. She's not alone, but that's not what I want to discuss right now. I'm going to enjoy a moment of pure pride.

18 months ago ...I didn't like myself, and I convinced myself that if I was just thin again everything would be better. So I joined a gym and got with the trainer there. He's a patient man, but will NOT accept "I can't do that" as an answer. It's exactly what I needed. I started SLOW. I couldn't do much. 25 pushups sounded like Mt Everest. Mike didn't care, he just helped me find what strength I did have and just a little I didn't know I had.

12 months ago ...I didn't like that I wasn't losing weight at the gym and I got discouraged, but Mike wouldn't accept that. He quietly waited for me to come back to my senses. I was starting to be able to do pushups, crunches, lift weights. Mike pushed me toward 50 pushups in the course of a workout. Even a month ago, I struggled terribly to get 100 push ups. They were even broken up in many, many sets. So today when Mike said "500 pushups, 500 squats." I caught myself thinking THERE IS NO WAY. I *might* get to 100. There is no way I'll get 500.

I got 500! Proud of me?

Bullying...

As an elementary student, I was the object of a young man's anger and frustration. I was the object of a bully. I was teased and tormented emotionally for 6 years. I lived my life scared of what would come next. Even though he never touched me physically, it was still bullying. I tried talking to teachers who would equally try to manage the situation. He would only get worse the more he would get into trouble. He would find sneaky little ways to get around teachers and administration. I got so desperate that I finally sought out the school counselor. My plea? Please help me learn to cope. I can't change him. I can't change what's happening. Help ME. The counselor called the bully into my session and proceeded to interrogate him right in front of me. My trust was broken. My spirit was broken, and I was more of a target than I had ever been. Thankfully, I have come a LONG way since then. THANKFULLY, education has come a LONG way since then. I do not ever take my experience for granted and continually teach my boys about respecting others and their feelings. Please talk to your children.

Learning Curve

I know it sounds simple. I'm a pastor's wife. It's SO not simple. I feel like I'm on a major learning curve.... maybe it should be a LEANING curve, but I'm just not altogether with it yet. I guess that's not completely uncommon....

I'll let you know if I ever catch on.

It's 1-1-11

Stayed up til midnight...

Heard wailing children at 3:30am because they had "missed it all" despite our best efforts to wake them...

Was already awake when the alarm went off at 7am...

So the extent of my musing on this very binary day is.... hey... look... it's 1-1-11.