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The children and I went to visit a friend near Colonial Williamsburg last week. The weather was perfect, the traffic however was not. (I am so glad my husband did not get orders to Norfolk) Anyway we chose this weekend because it was FREEdom weekend for military. The children and I received free passes into the attractions that read that we were honoring my hubby-by name! Very special. I sent him one of the passes, as he is stationed away from us right now.
We had a nice time with friends and seeing the sites of the past and how we gained our Freedom and Independence. Here are some of my Hams:
My Princess strik'n a pose
DoodleBug in the Stocks.
LittleMan chill'n.
As you see from the smiles the day was good.
Learning together is becoming something I really enjoy. I thank God for the opportunity to homeschool my children.
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Hello everyone! It is busy around here. I had a lot of things to do today and so I piled everyone in the mini-van and off we went. After the first hour of errands the children were over being in the van. DoodleBug kept saying are we at the post office YET?!! I guess after having heard his brother ask that question one too many times, Little Man says, "We will be there in a quarter of an inch". When I showed Little Man how far a quarter of an inch was by using my thumb and index finger, he decided the post office was not a quarter of an inch away but a "dollar of an inch". The day had become stressful and God knew that I needed a smile. Thank you Father for small gifts!
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Did you all think I fell off the face of the earth? Well I kinda did! Life has been so crazy lately. As a matter of fact, I lost my brain about the first of Sept. and I am not sure I have recovered all the pieces as of yet.
As you may recall we received orders to move to Hawaii 6 months sooner than expected. Well all of our belongings are on their way over there. The packers came one day (and no not GreenBay), then they loaded our things into crates on a truck the next. Having people come into our home and wrap and pack everything--even the trash if you are not careful-- was a new experience for me. My Hubby and I have moved around quite a bit in our 13 years of marriage, 10 times to be exact, we have always done the packing and the loading and drive the Uhaul ourselves. So to watch others do it for us was quite nice, once I got past all the stress of three men coming into our home and touching everything we own! After 8 hours of packing and 10 hours of loading, I watched the truck drive away it became more real that I was leaving and may not see my dear friends again. So a few tears fell, ok lots of them, but my love and respect for them will not. Although, as I was hugging my dearest friend good-bye, she actually told me to get out! Of course that was through her tear stained face as well. The great thing is that she called me about 5 hours after I left to make sure we got to my moms alright--but I think she just missed me!!
So that brings me to the next exciting adventure this month, at the age of 33 I have now moved back in with my mother, bringing my three children and the dog! It has only been a week today, I am just praying that God grants me grace and her mercy for the next 3 months! I love my mother dearly and we will be fine, it's just she is used to living by herself and my children do not really have quiet voices!
And finally in this continuing soga, I became a single parent today. I drove my hubby to the airport this morning (bright and early, which I don't do bright and early well). The way our world is today, only passangers can go to the gates, but since he is in the military and going to be stationed away from me, they gave me a pass to sit at the gate till his plane left! God is Good! That gave me another hour plus with him. The drive home was long and quite--the children were with grandma. I am praying for a speedy 3 months. As soon as I walked back in the house DoodleBug wants to know were daddy is (he's three).
Well my next entry will be up lifting and less dramatic, I hope! Until then, thanks for listening!
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My very dear friend called me yesterday and asked if I would give her a manicure this morning. Of course I jumped at the chance to play dress-up and told her I would be there! Now I have to give a brief description of the two of us so you can see what a big deal this invitation was to me.
My dear friend and I are almost opposite when it comes to our exteriors. First of all she carries a simple, small, brown couch purse; I, on the other hand carry a purse that is pink with black and white polka-dot straps and a hot pink boa around the opening of the bag which is about 12"x 10"x 2". Secondly, she wears a solid light colored GAP t-shirt with khaki carpi's and her Birkinstein sandals; I wear a pink, shin length, lace, sleeveless dress with 3" heels. Thirdly, she was blessed with flawless skin and goes natural; I am a beauty consultant and don't normally walk out of the house without full make-up which usually consist of rich berry lipstick and when I'm felling really fun, electric blue mascara! The only thing that is probably the same about us is that our hair is about the same length and it is easier to pull it up out of our faces, so it is usually clipped up.
So I get to my friends house with my basket full of nail products and different shades of color. I also come with my mind fixed on the color I would love her to try, HOT PINK. I arrange the different colors on the table and ask her which she would like to try. I want to add that her hand and nails are beautiful and do not need my help at all, but I wanted to pamper her and make her feel special. Of course she chose the clear one! I asked her if I could experiment and paint each nail a different color so she could see them on and make a decision that way. Hesitantly, she agreed. I put a light lavender, a soft pink and then the hot pink on her. She liked the light pink. She wanted the natural. She could not make the decision on her own and needed to go ask the neighbors! The first lady said she liked the hot pink but showed her the color she had and told her she could wear that one. Then another lady pulled in the neighbors driveway and so she asked her which color she preferred. She gets out of her mustang convertible with her wild blond hair and hot pink shoes and tells her the hot pink was a winner. Two for me, zip for my friend!! Then a third lady walks up the road and just confirms what the rest of us said. My friend then turns to me and says lets go ask "Sally" "cause her wardrobe is just like mine". Well of course "Sally" said the hot pink was a definite NOWAY!! One for her, three for me! We get back in the house and I said let's paint an entire hand that color and see then, we can always take it off if you hate it. Her mother is visiting and she and I have the same thoughts as to what color she should wear. After all ten fingers were done we moved to the toes! She was still not sure but is willing to give it a try. I told her that her Birkensteins would go just fine with her new look. (I don't even know if I am spelling the shoes right or not!)
I tell this story more to my friend then anyone else. I just want her to know what a great day I had with her. I am always calling on her for advise from homeschooling and parenting help to spiritual guidance and growth. Even though I am the older one in the relationship (less then a month!) she is definitely the more mature one.
"Bob, I have learned so much from you through your words as well as your actions. It was a privilege and honor to be able to give back to you today and teach you something. I know the Hot Pink was more then a 'baby step to the elevator', I want you to know that I am proud of you for trying. I cherish our friendship and love you dearly." Dr. Marvin |
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Today I had to drive about an hour and a half to meet my mother half way between her house and mine to pick up my LittleMan. Every summer she takes one of the children for a 4-day weekend to spend time with just that child and bond with them. This weekend was for LittleMan. When I met them at the half way mark he had a fever, was crying, and just did not feel well. He gets in the van and lays across the back seats. Now I am a stickler about seat belts, (or so I thought) well he was so pitiful and my mom did not have AC in her car so he was sweaty and sick, so I did not make him buckle-up. As I pull onto the interstate and head toward home, my mind kept saying, "He needs to be buckled", well being the totally intuned to God person that I am (ha), I said is that God or just me thinking too hard? A couple miles down the road the two cars in front of me and the tractor trailor in front of them and who ever was in front of him all slam on their brakes going about 70 miles an hour! The tractor trailor swerved, the car in front of him as well as the car in front of me are in the median and as I am standing on my brakes and headed for the median to avoid being rear-ended by the tractor trailor behind me, LittleMan as well as Princess and DoodleBug yell out. As I catch my breath and we all veer back onto the interstate and regain speed, I quickly inform LittleMan he needs to be buckled not realizing he was way ahead of me. I asked him to forgive me for not telling him to put it on before then asked my heavenly Father to do the same while also giving Him praise and thanksgiving for sparing us and all the others around us inspite of my deliberate disobediance not to mention the gambling with the precious life He entrusted me with.
It is very important to know Gods voice. In order to know that it is Him and not flesh or evil speaking, we need to know Him well and to do that, we need to be in His Word fellowshipping with Him and listening to that small still voice.
So needless to say, when God speaks, this Mama will listen! Now to be honest, I will probably step in the flesh again and disobey, but it will not be over buckling-up!
The reason for the chaos on the interstate a car blew a tire, he got off the road safely and no one hit anyone. God just needed me to listen and learn, not have a mess on the interstate. I should have pulled over and apoligized to the guy with the blown tire. If I hadn't ignored Gods voice, he wouldn't be changing a tire and the rest of us changing our drawers.
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What an adventure the last several days have been! School is going well, the weather is hot, just how I like it, and I haven't thought of moving in the last half a second!! Life is crazy, which means things are normal.
This is a run down of the last few days: Friday-heart problems, go to doctor, spend time on EKG machine, go home, pack to go to moms, drive to moms, Doodle-bug (my 3 year old) starts throwing-up and has a fever, take sleeping pill and go to "Never-Never Land". Saturday-wake up to Doodle-bug throwing-up with 102 fever, go to drug store, fill DB full of tylonal, clean mothers basement to store winter items as well as my living room furniture, take Little Man to his cousins birthday party, fill DB full of tylonal, go to Walmart to buy Little Man church socks 'cause mama forgot to pack them, take socks to cousins house for the birthday/sleepover, come home, crash! Sunday- Wake up to Doodle-Bug kissing my face and saying 'Luv you, mom-mom' Monday-- have blood work done to check on heart, school, pool, bed. Tuesday--go back to Dr. to find blood is just red :) so got a referral with a Cardiologist, school.... I have no idea what the Lord has in store for the rest of the day, but I know it will not be dull. What I learned in the past several days! * Life does not stop for Coconut Mama to have a breakdown. *Who knew so much stuff could come out of such a little boy. *My mom has a lot of junk in her basement. *Wal-Mart is not the place to be on a Sat.
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, pick Little Man up from cousins, go to church, Worship!!!, go to lunch, drive the 3 hours back to my hubby and daughter who stayed home for the week end, crashed. 
*Waking up to blue eyes smiling down on you with unconditional love is better than any sunrise. *Watching my boys learning to Worship reminds me I am doing something right. *Being able to Worship and lift praises and thanksgiving to my God and Father without persecution fills my heart with unspeakable gratitude. *The doctors may not know what is wrong with my heart, but the Lord does and He has my heart and life in His hands. As long as my focus remains on Him I know that whatever may come my way, with His help I will make it through and His Name will be glorified. God is Good All the Time, and All the Time, God is Good!|
My 8 year old son, Little Man, was testing my patience today. We started back schooling two weeks ago, so today starts week three. We pulled Little Man from public school in Jan. of this year. He is now in the third grade. Well today he chose not to write his spelling words. He said he was hungry, then he had a headache, then he had to use the restroom 6 times in 2 hours. I kept telling him all he has to do is write the words two times each and then he could go to the pool with the rest of us. 2 1/2 hours later, there he sat!! It is now a battle of wills. I WILL win and he WILL write his words. He kept telling me, in his best whining, 'I'm about to die' voice that, "We didn't do this in public school"; " We only had 12 words in public school not 25"; "Mrs. So-n-so only said we had to write them one time". I informed Little Man that I was not "Mrs. So-n-so" that this was not public school and that he would write those 25 words not once but twice. Well, several tears later, from the both of us, Little Man completed his list of words in 17.3 minutes and we went to the pool.
There is no option of returing the children to public school. There is a big lock with no key to that door, besides God has sealed that door. Will there be a time when they forget that they used to be in public school? And will they learn to love being at home and realize that they are learning more than their "Three R's", before they graduate from College? And how many times will I hear "Mrs. So-n-so's" name?
I know tommorrow is a new day, and I can start fresh. God is Good All the Time, and All the Time, God is Good!!
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Well, this is my first entry to my new blog. Thanks to my very good friend in the GenesisFamily, I now can vent, seek help, and share the experiences that go on here in the nut house. I am a new home school mom. Last year I pulled two of my children from public school, with the probing of the Lord and once again my good friend. It has been an experience I will not soon forget yet alway treasure; some scary, some fun, lots wonderful, and some more scary. I have learned a great deal, not only about the "school" I am teaching, but about my three precious children.
A lot of Big things have taken place the last three years. My husband comes up to me one day and tells me he wants to leave full time ministry (after 15years) and join the Navy. Shortly after that news, and weeks before he leaves for boot-camp, the doctor says we are having baby number three ( this is two weeks after the yard sale were I sold all the baby items). And the next big thing was deciding to home school the children. So I made it through the first year of home schooling with a lot of help from the GenesisFamily and the support group here in town. Knowing I am still green in this area and calling for help and encouragement daily, my friend tells me she is moving before the year is up. Panic sets in!
Tonight my husband comes home after being away for several days with the Navy, takes me out for shrimp and tells me we got our new orders and we will be leaving in September!! That is in ONE MONTH! Panic again, I am leaving her! She told me tonight that it was not like I am moving to the "other side of the world, oh wait, yes you are". She tells me to take a breath and get a good nights rest and we would talk in the morning. Well it is morning as I am typing this, 12:44am, do you think she would mind if I called her now, good nights rest is not coming! Now I sound as if I am complaining about the orders, when really I am going to miss my friend dearly. I can live with the orders to Hawaii, it is leaving my friend here on the main land that is the hard part. |
She can't leave me. 