We were at home, all ready for the Super Bowl to start! I was in the kitchen cooking up yummy Super Bowl snackage when all of a sudden this horrific yelp came from upstairs.
Mike flew up the stairs (I didn't know he could move that fast!) and as he reached the top of the steps, Jacob came out of his bedroom, white as a sheet, holding his screaming puppy, and saying, "His leg is broken, his leg is broken!"
From there, chaos insued. Now, I'd like to say for the record, I'm fairly good in a panic situation, but not everyone is. It's not a character flaw, just the way some of us are wired. I'm usually really calm, but meltdown later when it's safe. Mike just melts down immediately. :)
So Jacob gets down the stairs and over the screaming puppy I am saying, "What happened?" Keep in mind the puppy is SCREAMING so my voice is loud. Mike is frantically looking all over for keys to the car as I am saying, "Take him up to the Animal Hospital, it's just right up the street." (Again, keep in mind that I am saying this loudly as the puppy is screaming . . . loudly, but calmly) Mike starts yelling, "Where are the keys? Where are the keys?" (He's not calm) I, with sausage cheese ball mixture all over my hands, begin to help him look for the keys, when all of a sudden I have an epiphany. "Mike, you drove last. You had the keys!"
Mike yells, "I DON'T have the keys. It's your car!" I yell back, "You drove last!" Finally, someone, I think it was Zack said, "Check your pockets Dad." Sure enough, there were the missing keys!
Poor Sawyer has a broken foot. Every bone in his foot to be exact.
All that to say, poor baby.
Sunday, February 7, 2010
Saturday, February 6, 2010
Day 28: Moses
I am reading the One Year Bible, along with hundreds of other people in our church. Our Pastor challenged us all to "meet God daily in His Word." His purpose in asking us to do this wasn't so we could become SUPERCHRISTIANS, able to check a box on our spiritual scorecard each day. It was so we could grow closer to God, understanding Him more because we have read His journal, loving Him more because we have read His thoughts, and joys, and disappointments.
So, I chose to read the Chronological version of the One Year Bible, though I was warned that in this format it can be a little "dry." For the past few days, I have been reading about the life of Moses, his battle against the evil Pharaoh, and his traveling with the people in the wilderness.
Today, (the reading was Exodus 16:1-19:25) I read that after the Israelites had been in the wilderness for 40 years, Moses' father-in-law brought Moses' wife and family to him. Hold the bus! Moses was without his family for 40+ years while he was doing all this work God had called him to? Am I reading this right?
So I went back and re-read this. If this version I am reading is Chronological, and all the "let my people go" and "talking to God on the Mountain" and "Manna" and "traveling in the wilderness" days happened first, then that must mean Moses' family was returned to him after that.
All that to say, I don't even know what to think about that. Someone help me out here, is that for real? Is that really the chronological order of things? And if it is, I have a lot of other questions.
So, I chose to read the Chronological version of the One Year Bible, though I was warned that in this format it can be a little "dry." For the past few days, I have been reading about the life of Moses, his battle against the evil Pharaoh, and his traveling with the people in the wilderness.
Today, (the reading was Exodus 16:1-19:25) I read that after the Israelites had been in the wilderness for 40 years, Moses' father-in-law brought Moses' wife and family to him. Hold the bus! Moses was without his family for 40+ years while he was doing all this work God had called him to? Am I reading this right?
So I went back and re-read this. If this version I am reading is Chronological, and all the "let my people go" and "talking to God on the Mountain" and "Manna" and "traveling in the wilderness" days happened first, then that must mean Moses' family was returned to him after that.
All that to say, I don't even know what to think about that. Someone help me out here, is that for real? Is that really the chronological order of things? And if it is, I have a lot of other questions.
Friday, February 5, 2010
Day 27: Butt, Seriously?
I need to say something, just because it is eating away at me. (Well, I wish it was eating away at me!) I did P90X faithfully, 5 days a week for almost 7 full months. In the beginning, I lost a lot of inches but gained 8 pounds. Everyone gave me the same old thing about muscle weighing more than fat. Whatever.
At the end of that 7 months, I did lose the weight . . . the 8 pounds that I put on in the beginning. That's all! Seriously, I did not lose one pound! But, then I decided that maybe my eating needed to change as well . . . I know, brilliant idea, right?
So now I am eating right, three meals a day, not a lot of snacking, and if I do snack, I eat something like an apple or a banana or prunes (yes prunes, so yummy!) I have cut back to one cup of coffee a day. No cokes AT ALL. So the pounds should be falling off of me, right?
Oh, and also, I am running. Okay, it's technically more like walking with an occasional jog, but nonetheless, I am exercising.
So, to recap, I worked out for 7 months, started eating right, am now running and guess how much weight I have lost! NONE! I could give up. But I think that's what my fat cells are hoping for. It's like they got together (in my butt cheeks judging from the size) and said, "Look, this girl obviously is trying to get rid of us, so we're going to have to really dig in and hang on tight."
All that to say, WHY is my body resisting good health so hard? It's just not fair!!!! I know I'm over forty and my metabolism has slowed. But seriously? Or maybe I should say, "Butt, seriously?"
At the end of that 7 months, I did lose the weight . . . the 8 pounds that I put on in the beginning. That's all! Seriously, I did not lose one pound! But, then I decided that maybe my eating needed to change as well . . . I know, brilliant idea, right?
So now I am eating right, three meals a day, not a lot of snacking, and if I do snack, I eat something like an apple or a banana or prunes (yes prunes, so yummy!) I have cut back to one cup of coffee a day. No cokes AT ALL. So the pounds should be falling off of me, right?
Oh, and also, I am running. Okay, it's technically more like walking with an occasional jog, but nonetheless, I am exercising.
So, to recap, I worked out for 7 months, started eating right, am now running and guess how much weight I have lost! NONE! I could give up. But I think that's what my fat cells are hoping for. It's like they got together (in my butt cheeks judging from the size) and said, "Look, this girl obviously is trying to get rid of us, so we're going to have to really dig in and hang on tight."
All that to say, WHY is my body resisting good health so hard? It's just not fair!!!! I know I'm over forty and my metabolism has slowed. But seriously? Or maybe I should say, "Butt, seriously?"
Thursday, February 4, 2010
Day 26: Diamonds and Stones
Some days are just not easy.
All that to say, some days are diamonds. Some days are stones.
All that to say, some days are diamonds. Some days are stones.
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
Day 25: More on Lost
I had a funny conversation with a guy today about Lost. I was telling him about how I have forgotten a few details of the early episodes because I was on drugs at the time. He commented to me that he was pretty sure being on drugs would actually help the show make even more sense.
As we talked about the show, I started laughing because it really is bizarre. Polar bears on a tropical island, and in the desert? A smoke monster that hides in the closet and also tears people limb from limb? Dead people talking to some, appearing to others? Those are just a few of the highlights!
In fact, the show is so bizarre that I have copied and pasted an excerpt from a facebook dialogue about Lost:
JAMES: Esau now lives in Loc's body, and Jacob now lives in Sayid's body. The flashes of light are splits in space and time that don't just transport people but actually "split" the person, creating "two" people... hence the headaches and nosebleeds. That's why we see so many "dead" people on the island. The bomb worked an...d the magnet shifted the poles melting the polar ice-caps that's why the statue is now under water.
JAMES: The last episode of last season left us with two guys on the island many many years ago, symbols of good and evil. Thats Jacob and Esau. Jacob visited Hurley and told him how to save Sayid. He had just been killed by Benjamin, and saw an opportunity to keep himself alive in Sayid (the same way Esau did when Ben killed Loc.) The whole polar Ice-cap melting thing is just my theory.
WADE: Wrong! Wrong! Wrong, James! Clearly the explanation of it all is Apes! Jack will leave the temple, head down the beach and find the head of the Statue of Liberty. Then Marky Mark will talk to animals.
Yes, it clearly all makes sense now.
All that to say, I don't know why I watch this show. However, it does have some interesting parallels to the Gospel. Doubt me? Read The Gospel According to Lost by Chris Seay.
As we talked about the show, I started laughing because it really is bizarre. Polar bears on a tropical island, and in the desert? A smoke monster that hides in the closet and also tears people limb from limb? Dead people talking to some, appearing to others? Those are just a few of the highlights!
In fact, the show is so bizarre that I have copied and pasted an excerpt from a facebook dialogue about Lost:
JAMES: Esau now lives in Loc's body, and Jacob now lives in Sayid's body. The flashes of light are splits in space and time that don't just transport people but actually "split" the person, creating "two" people... hence the headaches and nosebleeds. That's why we see so many "dead" people on the island. The bomb worked an...d the magnet shifted the poles melting the polar ice-caps that's why the statue is now under water.
JAMES: The last episode of last season left us with two guys on the island many many years ago, symbols of good and evil. Thats Jacob and Esau. Jacob visited Hurley and told him how to save Sayid. He had just been killed by Benjamin, and saw an opportunity to keep himself alive in Sayid (the same way Esau did when Ben killed Loc.) The whole polar Ice-cap melting thing is just my theory.
WADE: Wrong! Wrong! Wrong, James! Clearly the explanation of it all is Apes! Jack will leave the temple, head down the beach and find the head of the Statue of Liberty. Then Marky Mark will talk to animals.
Yes, it clearly all makes sense now.
All that to say, I don't know why I watch this show. However, it does have some interesting parallels to the Gospel. Doubt me? Read The Gospel According to Lost by Chris Seay.
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
Day 24: Lost, the Final Season
I confess. I'm an addict. I'm addicted to Lost, and I'm so disappointed that this is the last season. Never has a show been so weird, with so many unlikely plot twists, and never have I loved one as much.
I started watching Lost two years ago. I know, you serious Lost fans will say, "But hasn't the show been on for 6 years?" But I was not interested in the beginning. It was too far-fetched. But two years ago, I broke my arm, severely. I was laid up for two solid weeks. On drugs. Significant amounts of drugs. The pain was horrible.
For those of you who know me well, you can imagine what two weeks of lying around would have been like for me. I don't do "still." So my son Zack suggested I watch Lost. He said, "Mom, you've got two weeks to catch up on the last three seasons!" So he brought over his dvd collection and I started watching it. I have to tell you, I was hooked. (Maybe the vicodin helped, I don't know . . .)
And tonight, the last season begins. I don't think I have been this excited and this sad since the last season of M*A*S*H. (Yes, I'm that old!)
All that to say, don't call me tonight. I will be watching TV.
I started watching Lost two years ago. I know, you serious Lost fans will say, "But hasn't the show been on for 6 years?" But I was not interested in the beginning. It was too far-fetched. But two years ago, I broke my arm, severely. I was laid up for two solid weeks. On drugs. Significant amounts of drugs. The pain was horrible.
For those of you who know me well, you can imagine what two weeks of lying around would have been like for me. I don't do "still." So my son Zack suggested I watch Lost. He said, "Mom, you've got two weeks to catch up on the last three seasons!" So he brought over his dvd collection and I started watching it. I have to tell you, I was hooked. (Maybe the vicodin helped, I don't know . . .)
And tonight, the last season begins. I don't think I have been this excited and this sad since the last season of M*A*S*H. (Yes, I'm that old!)
All that to say, don't call me tonight. I will be watching TV.
Monday, February 1, 2010
Day 23: Happy Anniversary
February 1st marks the 29th anniversary of my first date with the man that I would someday marry. As first dates go, it was unusual. Unusual for many reasons, which I will not share with you. But I remember when I told my friends that I had a date with Mike Jones they said, "THE Mike Jones?"
Mike had a bit of a bad boy reputation, which is pretty funny to anyone who knows him now.
Our first date happened in a bowling alley. Well, it started in a bowling alley. I had a bowling class (at LSU) and we were having a tournament that night. So I told Mike that I would go out with him, but he had to come and watch me bowl first.
The bowling alley at LSU is (or was) in the middle of the student union, so it was a bit crowded in there that night, and many of our mutual friends were hanging out. Mike quickly found his friends and they soon struck up a conversation about me (so I learned later). He bet his friends that he could get a date with that cute brunette on lane 3. They took his bet and he walked over to me, made small talk, asked me to write my phone number on his hand (which seemed crazy to me, but I did it) and then he walked back over to his friends and told them he had my phone number and a date immediately following the class. Then he proceeded to collect his winnings. (I never knew this story until we had been together a long, long time!)
He told me that night that there was something special about me. (I quickly recognized it as a "line") But three dates later in as many nights, he told me that I was the woman that he was going to marry. And he was right.
All that to say, I am grateful that he chose me. Happy Anniversary.
Mike had a bit of a bad boy reputation, which is pretty funny to anyone who knows him now.
Our first date happened in a bowling alley. Well, it started in a bowling alley. I had a bowling class (at LSU) and we were having a tournament that night. So I told Mike that I would go out with him, but he had to come and watch me bowl first.
The bowling alley at LSU is (or was) in the middle of the student union, so it was a bit crowded in there that night, and many of our mutual friends were hanging out. Mike quickly found his friends and they soon struck up a conversation about me (so I learned later). He bet his friends that he could get a date with that cute brunette on lane 3. They took his bet and he walked over to me, made small talk, asked me to write my phone number on his hand (which seemed crazy to me, but I did it) and then he walked back over to his friends and told them he had my phone number and a date immediately following the class. Then he proceeded to collect his winnings. (I never knew this story until we had been together a long, long time!)
He told me that night that there was something special about me. (I quickly recognized it as a "line") But three dates later in as many nights, he told me that I was the woman that he was going to marry. And he was right.
All that to say, I am grateful that he chose me. Happy Anniversary.
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