Bah! I feel like I got sideswiped.
My daughter came to visit--it was wonderful. We had a great time, but man was it quick. I'd encouraged her to play with friends during at least part of her spring break. After all, it's her senior year. She took us up on the offer and is now somewhere in Pennsylvania playing with friends.
My son is starting his spring break with friends, and then he'll grace us with his company for six days. He is due to arrive Monday.
So here I am, between kids. And I'm really in a funk. I guess it's really starting to sink in that the whole kid-era is pretty well done. Allison will be here this summer, but then she's off. David...well, I can look forward to bits and pieces, that's all.
Problem is, I really like the little buggers.
Wednesday, March 21, 2012
Saturday, March 10, 2012
I Love My Life!
So yesterday I had to pick up our broken car from the mechanic...which happens to be on the other side of the city.
I got there first thing in the morning and picked up the keys, hopped in the car and took off. This was a good thing, since the car is having serious transmission problems. I'd plotted a route the backway home, just in case I ran into problems.
About a mile later I ran into problems. The stupid thing came totally out of gear, wouldn't go back, either. I coasted as long as possible and then pulled over, put the flashers on and turned the car off. I tried to call a friend who knows a towtruck guy, but he didn't pick up.
Ok...
I decided I didn't want to mess with a tow truck, I wanted to get home under my own steam. I started the car and put it in gear. It worked! For about half a mile.
The rest of the way home I went through the same process (without the calling-for-a-tow-truck part) over and over again. Each time the distance shrunk.
Closing in on home, I hit a downhill section of the road that had no traffic. I took the opportunity to put a little back behind the project. So as I walked beside my car, steering with my right hand and pushing with my left. A car pulled up next to me and a very nice man asked if I everything was okay and did I need any help.
I couldn't resist!
"Nope, just taking my car for a walk!"
Wahahaha! I love my life. I eventually made it home--victorious.
Things aren't always as easy as we might like. But sometimes there are great moments within the challenges that make it all worthwhile
I got there first thing in the morning and picked up the keys, hopped in the car and took off. This was a good thing, since the car is having serious transmission problems. I'd plotted a route the backway home, just in case I ran into problems.
About a mile later I ran into problems. The stupid thing came totally out of gear, wouldn't go back, either. I coasted as long as possible and then pulled over, put the flashers on and turned the car off. I tried to call a friend who knows a towtruck guy, but he didn't pick up.
Ok...
I decided I didn't want to mess with a tow truck, I wanted to get home under my own steam. I started the car and put it in gear. It worked! For about half a mile.
The rest of the way home I went through the same process (without the calling-for-a-tow-truck part) over and over again. Each time the distance shrunk.
Closing in on home, I hit a downhill section of the road that had no traffic. I took the opportunity to put a little back behind the project. So as I walked beside my car, steering with my right hand and pushing with my left. A car pulled up next to me and a very nice man asked if I everything was okay and did I need any help.
I couldn't resist!
"Nope, just taking my car for a walk!"
Wahahaha! I love my life. I eventually made it home--victorious.
Things aren't always as easy as we might like. But sometimes there are great moments within the challenges that make it all worthwhile
Friday, March 9, 2012
Count it all Joy--Damn It!
Have you ever been in the the middle of a curveball? You know, the kind life throws. That happened to my husband and I last weekend.
A few weeks back I noticed our car wasn't shifting right, there was a bit of a hesitation. So I took it into the shop. They looked at it, scratched their heads and stuck the car on a computer, "It'll tell us what's wrong." The computer spit out some codes and the mechanics scratched their headsa while longer. They didn't recognize the codes. Their solution: reset the computer in the car.
Yeah right, I thought, And I drove off in a car that was no longer acting up. Obviously, I'm no mechanic, they must have known what they're doing. However, they did tell me to check back in a week or so to see if any of the codes came back. I waited three weeks, till right before we were going on a 500 mile trip.
This time the mechanics took my car right in and hooked it up to the computer. Apparently, the computer gave our car a big thumbs up. So did the mechanics. So my husband and I drove down to Southern California.
Le Sigh.
This is when the curveball came into play. We got to our conference fine. Had a great time. Then we went out to lunch with friends. I noticed that the car wasn't shifting right. So we ignored it and went for a hike. The ride home from the hike was very different. It was not only obvious to me and my husband, but also to everyone that passed us on the highway that something was very wrong with our car.
Did I mention 500 miles?
Add to that Saturday night, with plans to drive home the next afternoon. To make a long story, well, still long, we rented a truck with a car carrier. Woohoo, driving in our empty truck back home. We made it just a few hours later than we'd originally planned. Victory.
Brought the car to the mechanics the next day, hopping mad. They scratched their head and kept the car for the week. Finally, they called and said (I'm not kidding), "You got something wrong with the transmission." Then they let me know they don't fix transmissions! <head slap>
But you know, through the whole thing my husband and I have laughed lots. We're not letting it bug us. What's the point? We know things will work out, we just need to keep moving forward. Sure, did I get cranky with the mechanic? Yes. I don't think they handled our car right, I wanted them to do something to make it right. They didn't--oh well.
My point in all this is, it's my choice. I can decide to let a stupid car or stupid mechanic ruin my day or even my week. Or, I can decide NOT to let stuff like this get under my skin. I'll take door number two. Life's too short for cranky.
Oh, and by the way, does anyone want to buy a car?
A few weeks back I noticed our car wasn't shifting right, there was a bit of a hesitation. So I took it into the shop. They looked at it, scratched their heads and stuck the car on a computer, "It'll tell us what's wrong." The computer spit out some codes and the mechanics scratched their headsa while longer. They didn't recognize the codes. Their solution: reset the computer in the car.
Yeah right, I thought, And I drove off in a car that was no longer acting up. Obviously, I'm no mechanic, they must have known what they're doing. However, they did tell me to check back in a week or so to see if any of the codes came back. I waited three weeks, till right before we were going on a 500 mile trip.
This time the mechanics took my car right in and hooked it up to the computer. Apparently, the computer gave our car a big thumbs up. So did the mechanics. So my husband and I drove down to Southern California.
Le Sigh.
This is when the curveball came into play. We got to our conference fine. Had a great time. Then we went out to lunch with friends. I noticed that the car wasn't shifting right. So we ignored it and went for a hike. The ride home from the hike was very different. It was not only obvious to me and my husband, but also to everyone that passed us on the highway that something was very wrong with our car.
Did I mention 500 miles?
Add to that Saturday night, with plans to drive home the next afternoon. To make a long story, well, still long, we rented a truck with a car carrier. Woohoo, driving in our empty truck back home. We made it just a few hours later than we'd originally planned. Victory.
Brought the car to the mechanics the next day, hopping mad. They scratched their head and kept the car for the week. Finally, they called and said (I'm not kidding), "You got something wrong with the transmission." Then they let me know they don't fix transmissions! <head slap>
But you know, through the whole thing my husband and I have laughed lots. We're not letting it bug us. What's the point? We know things will work out, we just need to keep moving forward. Sure, did I get cranky with the mechanic? Yes. I don't think they handled our car right, I wanted them to do something to make it right. They didn't--oh well.
My point in all this is, it's my choice. I can decide to let a stupid car or stupid mechanic ruin my day or even my week. Or, I can decide NOT to let stuff like this get under my skin. I'll take door number two. Life's too short for cranky.
Oh, and by the way, does anyone want to buy a car?
Thursday, March 1, 2012
Good Day!
It figures I was just talking about my son...
Today was one of those days where he was into talking. Today is a good day!
I am amazed by how important my children are to me. Both of them are part of my own soul. Please don't get me wrong, I am enjoying my empynester freedom. Still, when I have the opportunity to spend time with the offspring, my heart sings.
Before they were born, I worried about if I would be able to love them. Ha! Turned out to not be a problem. I think certain things are ingrained into our being. Evolutionists would call it a measure to insure the continuation of a species.
How lame is that?
God designed us. He set up a family relationship, and He did it so that we could understand His love for us. Think about what He calls himself--our Father. He calls us his sons. One of the Greek words for "son" is teknon, which means beloved child. When I was younger I thought I knew what that ment. Then I had children, and an awareness of this specific truth continues to gel within my heart as I experience firsthand the love of a parent for their child.
It also helps me not feel like a total mush. If God Almighty can yearn for our fellowship, I guess I can do the same with my kids!
Today was one of those days where he was into talking. Today is a good day!
I am amazed by how important my children are to me. Both of them are part of my own soul. Please don't get me wrong, I am enjoying my empynester freedom. Still, when I have the opportunity to spend time with the offspring, my heart sings.
Before they were born, I worried about if I would be able to love them. Ha! Turned out to not be a problem. I think certain things are ingrained into our being. Evolutionists would call it a measure to insure the continuation of a species.
How lame is that?
God designed us. He set up a family relationship, and He did it so that we could understand His love for us. Think about what He calls himself--our Father. He calls us his sons. One of the Greek words for "son" is teknon, which means beloved child. When I was younger I thought I knew what that ment. Then I had children, and an awareness of this specific truth continues to gel within my heart as I experience firsthand the love of a parent for their child.
It also helps me not feel like a total mush. If God Almighty can yearn for our fellowship, I guess I can do the same with my kids!
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