Tulip Girl

Just for the record, Miss Wiggles did not open her own Christmas presents even though it looks like it here. She is however seriously enjoying all the presents she was bestowed. She's is just the most "amazingest" baby in the whole wide world and soon she won't even be a baby anymore, she'll be a toddler. I don't want to think about that. Today I tried to take a more human pace. I am not taking the frenzied pace that left me sore today. I did however get to the dry cleaners, Target, Wal-Mart then clean my bathroom, vacuum, clean the kitchen floor, spend time with a friend, play with Miss Wiggles, sing with Miss Wiggles, laugh with Miss Wiggles until she threw up (who knew I was a comedian) and do the end of the day stuff like clean up Miss Wiggles' toys, bed time routine, clean bottles, empty dish washer and get the coffee ready for the morning. No dinner though, we're doing left overs thank goodness. I did my prayer time this morning and studie...

Today is going at a much more reasonable pace. I went to the grocery store and dry cleaners already this morning and am about to clean the floors. I think though, writing down what I am doing with every day to share with ya'll helps me stay focused on the job at hand. I could be wrong but since Miss Wiggles comes straight to me when she's poopy, I'm thinking potty training isn't that far away. She gets down in the marriage proposol position, does her business and then crawls over to me. She's a nut. Here is a dovotional I read this morning by Barbara Bush I thought was really good. Regarding 2 Corinthians 1:3-11 It is common to hear women bemoaning their lack of patience as if it were the most difficult gift to pry from God's hand. In fact impatience stems almost solely from our exaggerated notions of what is due us. If we could but lower our estimation of the importance of our time, our plans and our feelings, we would find ourselves almost automatically mor...

What a whirl wind! I just packed all my candles, bathroom items (the ones I'm not using on a regular bases), packed up Christmas, craft stuff, did several loads of laundry (folded and put them away), changed sheets on bed, made dinner, Hubby's lunch, cleaned kitchen, scrubbed stove plates, showered, dried hair, made a necklace, picked music for worship service on Sunday, cleaned out drawers in China cabinet, cleaned up Miss Wiggle's toys from the day, and of course took care of and played with Miss Wiggles. I don't know how I did that and most of it was in the last four hours. Whew! Moving is lots of work I tell you. As I write this my brain is literally slowing down. I'm pooped! It is a good tired though, the "I accomplished something with my day" tired. Before we move into the rental house, we are going to paint first. I've already picked out a basic khaki for the most of the house and a spa green for the dining room I love the color in my MI...

Sometimes a little reinvention is a good thing. I will miss where I am, my house, my church, my friends (fortunately its only a 1.5 hour move so close friendships just change but don't go away, I like that), and that beautiful creek behind my house that has always been the best part of my home (that babbling brooke along with the roosters in the farm behind my house). Reinvention though. I realize that God has been doing some serious molding of me these last two years (when is He not?) and moving to me is a great part of that. I'm not the person I was when I moved to Virginia four or five years ago and I'm different from the person I was two years ago when we moved to Richmond. We've settled into a nice groove and with every passing day those grooves get deeper. Sometimes I like to make new grooves and that is difficult when old grooves are so deep. Of course this move isn't as drastic as all that. Again, 1.5 hours isn't that far away and it is back to the origi...

Christmas is upon us and I am quite excited about that. Presents are under the tree, snow is on the ground, I'm off to get some last minute goodies for my in-laws and friends, and Skype is succesfully downloaded on my lap top that I will still be able to see my family for Christmas. I love Skype. I should shill for them. I haven't been able to talk to one of my nieces very often because she isn't a phone person but with Skype, we recently had a good conversation that lasted more than thirty seconds. Skype is big because my family is hugely important to me. People come and go, but my family, I hold on to them pretty tightly. This may seem crazy, before we move in a couple of weeks, I am working on getting some of the feral cats in my neighborhood fixed and vaccinated. It is free at the SPCA here, so all I have to do is get the cats to them. I will get them tested for Feline Leukemia and HIV. Unfortunately I am almost certain that all the cats have Feline Leukemia. ...

I've had some conversations lately; some reminiscing about back in my single days, some about people's current single days and listening to others talk about back when they were single. I was reminded this morning about being single and wishing it away (not that that is what my friend was doing, I was just reminded of it). I though I would give my married girl of 5 1/2 years view on being single. First of all, I'm not against the longing to be married when your single. I did it, and being married (to the right person) is awesome. I love being married. No, the point isn't to prove one is better than the other but to makes sure every moment of your life is all they can be and not wished away waiting for the next moment. The adventures simply change but there are still adventures. Interestingly enough, it was trying to get pregnant for three years that taught me this the importance of "not spending today waiting for tomorrow". I spent three years single mi...