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Thursday, February 14, 2008

What a Sneak!

I was trying very hard to sleep last night, but comfortable never bothered to come until I found a box under my pillow. At first, I thought it was candy. Not good candy like chocolate, but dumb Valentine's candy like message hearts. The box was shaped like it could be candy. It shook like it could be candy. I wanted to kill somebody! How could someone, such as Bigboy be so rotten as to sneak candy under my pillow. I don't care if Valentines day was today or not. He knows I am giving up sugar for Lent. He knows I cried all Sunday evening after the carrot cake episode. He knows I gave up the opportunity to partake in desert the other night at Red Robin. How could he be such a jerk and sneak candy under my pillow? I could have shot him! I took it out from under the pillow and set it on the floor.

Then, I began considering what to do with this box of candy. I could sneak it into the bathroom and eat the whole thing in the middle of the night. I decided against that since the whole idea of giving up something during Lent is to actually give it up and not succumb to temptation. Sneaking candy in the middle of the night is just not responsible to my Lenten obligation. At that point, I figured I could just leave the candy on the floor, push it under the bed and forget it was ever there. I liked that idea. That allowed me the time to finish Lent, forget it ever existed, and find it after ten years or so when I would have actually decided to clean out from under the bed. Leaving it under the bed was good.

This morning, he asked me, "Did you find a box under the pillow?"

"What the candy? Yeah, I found it under my pillow," like what did he want me to do, slap him?

"What candy? I though there was a box under the pillow, but I don't know anything about candy."

Grrrrrrrrrrrr, "How can you not know about the candy?" It is 3:45 in the way to early of the morning, I have to get you off to work, and you don't know anything about the candy?

"What happened to the box?"

"I put it under the bed." Can I get something out of the safe? I'd like to use it right now!

So, I reached under the bed, pulled out the box, which I have not actually seen at this point. He turned on the bedroom light, and I found a little box, about the size of dumb candy boxes, wrapped in silver paper and a ribbon with "Z" all over it. This particular "Z" is in the font used by Zales, which can only mean one thing. He asked our friend to plot against me.

"Well, can I open it?"

"Sure, go ahead. I don't think you'll find any candy."

Good, because I don't want any. I carefully opened the paper to find a Zales box and this:
Wow! I haven't gotten a real piece of jewelry since he proposed! He did a very good job of sneaking this around me. Normally, I find out about everything before it can become a surprise. He definitely got this one around me completely. I decided he can stay since this is obviously far better than candy any day, especially Valentines Day.

Wednesday, February 13, 2008

Wordless Wednesday- Play Dough Pizza

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Tuesday, February 12, 2008

Time for Singing Praises!

I just found, after months of prayer, a bed set for Beadgirl. She's been without a decent bed for over a year now. Cash for furniture has been tight since we moved back to this house.

To enlighten you on the situation; we decided in 2005 to sell our house. the market a the time was exploding, and the value of our house at the time was almost three times the price I paid in 1998. Selling meant we could pay off old debts and make a very large down on another house, if not pay cash for a foreclosure or tax seizure property. Our house is very small, a whopping 850 square feet. Selling would have opened the opportunity for something much larger and livable for our family. In the process of moving into his house, he allowed Beadgirl's bed furniture to sit outside in the rain. It's not like he ever told us where he wanted any of her stuff. He just let it rot. It's very hard to believe he didn't do it just so he could have an excuse to throw out our stuff. When we moved back in over Thanksgiving 2006, we had practically nothing left for furniture. You could count on one hand every piece of furniture we had left.

A member of a homeschool message board posted her craigslist ad for a twin bed and mattress on the message board. We are picking up her "new" furniture this weekend.

Her lack of furniture isn't something I'm proud of. Its an issue I've been praying over and dealing with for the last fifteen months. Sleeping without a mattress comes to an end soon. Mom and Beadgirl took some time today and picked out the new sheets, bedding, and room decor. I almost bought the matching curtains. I may just do that next week and bring home the surprise.

All gratitude goes to Him for listening, and meeting needs. Finding this bed for her is something only God could have done for us. Many people have been praying for us over this need. He came through and answered my prayers.

May God always Bless.

Monday, February 11, 2008

That Darned Carrot Cake

Well, I guess one good thing coming out of Lent this year is my ability to laugh at my own personal issues. I asked my dear Bigboy if he would have razzed me like he has if this was alcohol and not sugar. "Of course not," he said. I don't think he's ever felt any kind of addiction to anything the way my sweet tooth screams for sugar. The most sympathetic people to my personal cause are former alcoholics and drug users.

Initially, I had considered giving up soda from Ash Wednesday until Easter. The reality of that situation is the reverting to candy and donuts in place of soda. Why? I crave sugar. Is all of this sugar good for me? Absolutely NOT. I was doing very well for the fifth day of Lent. I went all week without sugar in my coffee, candy, donuts, sugared soda, sugared deserts, yada yada.

And then there was carrot cake. I haven't had carrot cake in several months. We were at the Kitsap Peninsula Shrine Club and there was carrot cake. Somehow, it ended up at my place. Out of the mysteries of nowhere, a spoon for eating cake appeared. Within seconds, carrot cake left the plate and made its way through my digestive tract.


And now for the rest of the story:

I cried on the way home and I think all the night. This has been a very difficult entry for me. I began it Sunday night. I had to put it aside and finish it tonight because I kept crying over the whole situation.

Blogging is a blessing in my life. It gives me the ability to laugh at my life in public. Living the life of a hectic Homeschooler is difficult. Kids are always whining, husbands are always needing, Beadgirl is beading, laundry is always washing (never to be put away of course), Bigfoot is growing, dishes are always dirty, masons are dining, I seem to always be driving, I have to laugh at everything going on around me. My Grandmother once said, “There ain’t no happiness in this old world, you’ve just got to be happy without it.” It’s not an easy thing to remember. Every once in a while, I have to remind myself of the fact that if you’re not having any fun, you’re not living out your life well. Even when everything around gets rotten, you just need to remember, there is a light at the other end of the tunnel.