Music is a huge thing in my house. More so with Thing 1 and I than Thing 2 and Hubs. Thing 1 and I will sing loudly when songs we really like come on the radio. This basically means that we sing loud...a lot. His taste is very much similar to mine, we like good beats, and catchy words. We are primarily country fans but appreciate all types of music. I have been noticing more and more lately that some songs really do play when you need to hear them.
I recently bought a CD I have been wanting to get. It's Lee Brice's new one. He has a song on there called "Life Off My Years" The key lyrics that are in the song are "What's the use of life if you don't live it? You sip your water I'll drink my beer? Yeah, I'll take years off my life before I'll take life off my years."
That hits ya kinda hard doesn't it? Imagine hearing while your recovering from a life lost too soon! How about this one..."Til my last day, Til my last breath, Of everyone that can, I can love you the best
Til my last day, I'll be lovin' you, All the way up, til they lay me down, Six feet under, the cold hard ground Til my last day, I'll be lovin' you" That little reminder is brought to you by Justin Moore. I tend to hear that one more when I am home with the kids and they are in bed and Hubs is at work and we are on one of our stretches of not really seeing each other. It's a nice reminder that when it's real and right, that is how it should be.
Those are just a few songs that tend to get turned up when they are on. It doesn't matter if your angry, happy, sad, unsure, or what. A song can come on and it will match you perfectly. Who knew something as simple as a few note and words played on the radio could make such an impact.
Thursday, September 20, 2012
Monday, September 17, 2012
Oh Alarm clock
I am not a morning person, never have been, and don't see that changing in the very near future. However, when your a mom, you have to get it in go gear int he mornings. You don't really have a choice. I have given you a brief example of our mornings, and how we look somewhat akin to headless chickens in the mornings. Well let me just throw this one out there for you. This mom flew out of bed yelling some not so ladylike works at 739 this morning. Yes ladies and gentleman you read that correctly. So as I am in mid leap to the bathroom, Thing 1 comes out of his bedroom, "Mama is it time to get dressed?" I grab their clothes, cause thank heavens i was smart enough to lay them out the night before, throw them at them and yell, get dressed, overslept car leaves in 5. So i manage to grab frozen waffles out of the freezer, throw them in the microwave (Don't judge me, at least i fed the kids) run to the bathroom, run back to the dryer to get my clothes-mine were planned just not laid out, and somehow manage to get the lot of us out of the door by 747. Teeth were brushed, shoes were on, hair was fixed (mine that is) and clothes matched. My kids walked into their school at 751. We would have been there sooner but I had to dole out snack money and such.
I do not like starting mornings off that way. More specifically I do not like starting off Monday mornings that. Hopefully the day turns around and it is smooth sailing from here. A girl can dream right.
I do not like starting mornings off that way. More specifically I do not like starting off Monday mornings that. Hopefully the day turns around and it is smooth sailing from here. A girl can dream right.
Friday, September 14, 2012
Hello soap box
Please bear with me I need to vent. I avoid my soap box at all cost, doing the best I can to be non-coconfrontational and all that mess but this morning I read an article that just really pissed me off. It was an article on how a teacher took a kids PB&J sandwich, helped him get another lunch and sent a note home to the parents to please don't send a PB&J again. Why did she take the sandwich you may ask (or you read the article and know why). She had a student in her class with a sever peanut allergy. What is my take on the situation? KUDOS TEACHER!!!!! However, as you can imagine in today's society, this has sparked a whirlwind discussion and even a Facebook page, on how it's just not right.
For those of you reading that don't personally know me, may wonder why this is such a touchy subject with me. Well it is super simple. Thing 1 has a sever potentially life threatening peanut allergy. To the extent that none of us eat peanut butter, or peanuts because of fear of cross contamination.
Thankfully his school is peanut free. However other kids bring things in from home such as PB&J sandwiches. Thing 1 can not be around it, because of the above mentioned reason. What does he do on days this happens...he has to eat in the office. While I am extremely thankful for the fact that his school has a plan in place, it sucks that he can't eat with his best friend on those days. I will say though that he hasn't had to eat in the office much in the last two years. We have done our best to educate the teachers and they in turn talk to the students and make it clear that Thing 1 is more important than peanut butter sandwiches.
For some reason peanut allergies spark controversy very easily. More than any other allergy that I know of. I don't know if because parents are more diligent in making others aware or if it just becoming more common place. But this allergy is on the rise and let me just tell you, it is scary.
It doesn't make a lot of sense to me for it to even be an issue. Why put a child at risk ? Does a parent not have enough to stress about with kids in school? Why add to that stress worrying about having to rush to the hospital because of an allergic reaction?
Let me just say to all the non-allergy folks. Count your blessings. Thank your lucky stars. The fear always sits in the back of my mind that if something happens and my child comes in contact with peanuts; if things are not done exactly how they should be my son will die. No I am not being dramatic or overly cautious. I am being real. Something as simple as a tiny spot of peanut butter on the edge of a table could potentially kill my child. Is that something that you would want to risk and be the person that caused a child to lose his life and a parent to have to grieve the lose of a child just because you don't want to be bothered with worrying about what to pack your kid for lunch.
Instead of trying to cast the child out of the lunch room like a leper, why not step back and think for just a minute. Is a stupid sandwich really more important than a child's life?
For those of you reading that don't personally know me, may wonder why this is such a touchy subject with me. Well it is super simple. Thing 1 has a sever potentially life threatening peanut allergy. To the extent that none of us eat peanut butter, or peanuts because of fear of cross contamination.
Thankfully his school is peanut free. However other kids bring things in from home such as PB&J sandwiches. Thing 1 can not be around it, because of the above mentioned reason. What does he do on days this happens...he has to eat in the office. While I am extremely thankful for the fact that his school has a plan in place, it sucks that he can't eat with his best friend on those days. I will say though that he hasn't had to eat in the office much in the last two years. We have done our best to educate the teachers and they in turn talk to the students and make it clear that Thing 1 is more important than peanut butter sandwiches.
For some reason peanut allergies spark controversy very easily. More than any other allergy that I know of. I don't know if because parents are more diligent in making others aware or if it just becoming more common place. But this allergy is on the rise and let me just tell you, it is scary.
It doesn't make a lot of sense to me for it to even be an issue. Why put a child at risk ? Does a parent not have enough to stress about with kids in school? Why add to that stress worrying about having to rush to the hospital because of an allergic reaction?
Let me just say to all the non-allergy folks. Count your blessings. Thank your lucky stars. The fear always sits in the back of my mind that if something happens and my child comes in contact with peanuts; if things are not done exactly how they should be my son will die. No I am not being dramatic or overly cautious. I am being real. Something as simple as a tiny spot of peanut butter on the edge of a table could potentially kill my child. Is that something that you would want to risk and be the person that caused a child to lose his life and a parent to have to grieve the lose of a child just because you don't want to be bothered with worrying about what to pack your kid for lunch.
Instead of trying to cast the child out of the lunch room like a leper, why not step back and think for just a minute. Is a stupid sandwich really more important than a child's life?
Tuesday, September 11, 2012
There really is a reason
I have always thought there was a reason that I don't have little girls. The good Lord above knew when he was picking out what kind of kids I would have, that I did not need a girl. Let me just give you a brief example of mornings in my house-brace yourself it gets kinda crazy.
I-the mom-wakes up at 530, turns off alarm rolls over, rolls back over at 6, turns off alarm, rolls back over to turn alarm off at 630, finally leaps out of bed at 705-you can prett much bet there is an ugly word or 15 said because we have to be at school in 40 minutes. Rush to the bathroom, yell at kids to get up as you stumble by their door. Rush back to bedroom to get dressed, yell at kids again-kids actually roll over this time. After getting dressed go back to kids room yell again that if they don't get up, I will wake their daddy up. Thing 2 gets up, Thing 1 rolls over and groans. Go brush teeth, tell Thing 1 he will be going to school naked if he doesn't get up. Look at clock, it says 725. Hustle Thing 2 up just a smidge, so that he is totally ready to go at 740. Look at clock, it says 735, yell at Thing 1 again (he is still not dressed, and sitting on the edge of the bed). Finally get Thing 1 moving, and he is dressed, brushed, and ready to walk out the door at 745. Load up the car, get the kids to school by 747 (yes we are that close to the school thankfully). Drop the kids off, then finally go get coffee.
See, I told you! Could you imagine having to do a little girls hair in amongst all that chaos. All I can say is THANK HEAVENS FOR LITTLE BOYS.
I-the mom-wakes up at 530, turns off alarm rolls over, rolls back over at 6, turns off alarm, rolls back over to turn alarm off at 630, finally leaps out of bed at 705-you can prett much bet there is an ugly word or 15 said because we have to be at school in 40 minutes. Rush to the bathroom, yell at kids to get up as you stumble by their door. Rush back to bedroom to get dressed, yell at kids again-kids actually roll over this time. After getting dressed go back to kids room yell again that if they don't get up, I will wake their daddy up. Thing 2 gets up, Thing 1 rolls over and groans. Go brush teeth, tell Thing 1 he will be going to school naked if he doesn't get up. Look at clock, it says 725. Hustle Thing 2 up just a smidge, so that he is totally ready to go at 740. Look at clock, it says 735, yell at Thing 1 again (he is still not dressed, and sitting on the edge of the bed). Finally get Thing 1 moving, and he is dressed, brushed, and ready to walk out the door at 745. Load up the car, get the kids to school by 747 (yes we are that close to the school thankfully). Drop the kids off, then finally go get coffee.
See, I told you! Could you imagine having to do a little girls hair in amongst all that chaos. All I can say is THANK HEAVENS FOR LITTLE BOYS.
Saturday, September 8, 2012
The measure of a man
I mentioned in my last post that my trip up the mountain was most likely the last time I would see my uncle alive. Well I was correct. He passed peacefully in his sleep the first Tuesday after Labor Day. Ironically, that was the exact same day of the week that my father passed away 3 years ago.
We ventured back up the mountain this weekend to carry out my uncles wishes. He wanted to celebrate his life. He wanted all of his friends and family that could to gather and basically hang out. Well, that is exactly what we did. There was a large crowd gathered with tons of food, drinks, laughs and even a few tears.
While this was going on it got me to thinking. You can really measure a man (or woman for that fact) and how they lived by how they are remembered when they pass away. I remember 3 years ago (to this very date) when my father left us, just how many people came out to remember him. Even though I don't remember half the ones that came by, I do remember that there was A LOT of them. That was a huge comfort to us. Knowing that he had touched so many people throughout his life. The same thing can be said about yesterday. So many people gathered to remember the man and the memories.
The people that were here ranged from lawyers, to authors, to an medal winning Olympic athlete. There were also vets, photographers, and run of the mill folks. Needless to say he was a people person and loved by many and will be missed greatly by this group of people.
The measure of the man is not only in how he lived by how he is remembered when he is gone.
We ventured back up the mountain this weekend to carry out my uncles wishes. He wanted to celebrate his life. He wanted all of his friends and family that could to gather and basically hang out. Well, that is exactly what we did. There was a large crowd gathered with tons of food, drinks, laughs and even a few tears.
While this was going on it got me to thinking. You can really measure a man (or woman for that fact) and how they lived by how they are remembered when they pass away. I remember 3 years ago (to this very date) when my father left us, just how many people came out to remember him. Even though I don't remember half the ones that came by, I do remember that there was A LOT of them. That was a huge comfort to us. Knowing that he had touched so many people throughout his life. The same thing can be said about yesterday. So many people gathered to remember the man and the memories.
The people that were here ranged from lawyers, to authors, to an medal winning Olympic athlete. There were also vets, photographers, and run of the mill folks. Needless to say he was a people person and loved by many and will be missed greatly by this group of people.
The measure of the man is not only in how he lived by how he is remembered when he is gone.
Thursday, September 6, 2012
Things that matter
I am fairly certain I have mentioned before just how important family is to me. My husband and my children are the center of my world. The rest of my family, both those that are here and those that have gone on, are this amazing support system through the good and the bad. We are the family that pretty much knows everything going on with the others just because, well we are that close.
I dedicated an entire post-the last one I wrote- on the 3 men that have been in my life longer than anyone other than my own mother, who faught a long hard battle with the monster. I also mentioned that my last trip up the mountain to see my uncle would most likely be the last time I ever saw him. I am beyond saddened to admit I was correct. He passed away early Tuesday morning. Thankfully he had a peaceful passing and none of his family had to watch him struggle. This was his one wish.
With his passing comes a reminder of just how precious life is and the things that matter. It truly doesn't matter what house you live in, what job you have, what truck you drive. The things that really matter are what kind of person you are-on the inside not just what everyone sees but deep down; your family, and the memories.
While riding to town to meet Hubs for supper last night Thing 2 says he is going to miss his uncle (actually great uncle but we just called him uncle). Thing 1 in his wisdom says "Chunk let's not focus on him being gone, but focus on all the memories we have and the fun we had". Pretty dang smart for an 8 year old don't ya think.
While visiting this past weekend we got to watch some old home movies. I know to some people this maybe cringe worthy. Not this girl. We had such a good time watching these movies and strolling down memory lane. As most of the grandkids and great grandkids gather we get to hear all of these stories about when our parents were younger. To me that is the most precious thing. It is what holds us together. It is what links the prior generations to the new ones. Those memories are more valueable than gold.
We will gather together Friday evening for a memorial service, or as my uncle wanted it, an informal gathering with friends and family. I am looking forward to it. I hate the reason we are having to get together, but really what better way to celebrate a life than remembering how well they lived it.
I dedicated an entire post-the last one I wrote- on the 3 men that have been in my life longer than anyone other than my own mother, who faught a long hard battle with the monster. I also mentioned that my last trip up the mountain to see my uncle would most likely be the last time I ever saw him. I am beyond saddened to admit I was correct. He passed away early Tuesday morning. Thankfully he had a peaceful passing and none of his family had to watch him struggle. This was his one wish.
With his passing comes a reminder of just how precious life is and the things that matter. It truly doesn't matter what house you live in, what job you have, what truck you drive. The things that really matter are what kind of person you are-on the inside not just what everyone sees but deep down; your family, and the memories.
While riding to town to meet Hubs for supper last night Thing 2 says he is going to miss his uncle (actually great uncle but we just called him uncle). Thing 1 in his wisdom says "Chunk let's not focus on him being gone, but focus on all the memories we have and the fun we had". Pretty dang smart for an 8 year old don't ya think.
While visiting this past weekend we got to watch some old home movies. I know to some people this maybe cringe worthy. Not this girl. We had such a good time watching these movies and strolling down memory lane. As most of the grandkids and great grandkids gather we get to hear all of these stories about when our parents were younger. To me that is the most precious thing. It is what holds us together. It is what links the prior generations to the new ones. Those memories are more valueable than gold.
We will gather together Friday evening for a memorial service, or as my uncle wanted it, an informal gathering with friends and family. I am looking forward to it. I hate the reason we are having to get together, but really what better way to celebrate a life than remembering how well they lived it.
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