Cj has said many things lately that I must record, before I get old and my memory goes. As you know, brain function starts to deteriate after the age of 30, and so I have to be careful. It is the fluid intelligence that is the first to go, and judging from current conditions, I would say that the definition of "fluid intelligence" is the part of the brain that makes you remember where you placed your keys. Anyway, I need to get this stuff down before I start losing more than just the key placement part of my brain function.
Written July 3, 2008
Last week, after Bible School, my dad put his feet up. Nice for him, not so nice for the rest of us, because that involved taking off his shoes. And his socks. Sorry, Dad, just not that pleasant.
Cj, to Dad- You need to go to a Doctor!
Dad- Why?
Cj- You feet fat.
Also, Sunday Cj informed us that not only Aunt Bekah, but he, too, "Had a baby in his tummy." After a little prodding for him to tell us more about his baby in his tummy, we have learned that the baby is a girl, and is going to be named Tabby, sound familiar? Anyway, last night he told Aunt Bekah that his tummy sticks out like hers, then he pushed his tummy out as far as it would go and padded it like the cute, little, pregnant boy that he is. He told Aunt Bekah, when his baby comes out she could play with it. Then he put his hand on his tummy and said, "Oh, look, it's wiggling".
Yesterday, when we were in Mulberry visiting with all the visitors, Cj started lying. He said, "I have to go upstairs" (A place he isn't allowed to go by himself at Grandma's house). I said, "No, you don't." He said he must go and got quite exasperated with me, I might add, because Grandma was "crying" for him to "bring her a glass of milk". Yeah, that was a total out-and-out lie. Then he headed straight for the stairs. When Mary caught him and stopped him he told her that Mommy told him he could go up. Another lie. So Mary gave him a little talking to about what lying was and then asked, "Do you know what happens when little boys lie? They have to look at the wall." Right away, Calvin said, "I'm Sorry-And that is NOT a lie."
Tuesday, December 25, 2012
Marie Antoinette
Written August 8, 2008
I just got done reading a bio on Marie Antoinette, and I gotta say, that women was not a good person at all! That's not so say that she deserved the hacking off of her head, but read through that part of the book if you want to have vomit come up in your mouth.
Meanwhile, all those people of the revolution where in France were just completely crazy! Maybe that is what happens after you are starving for long enough...who knows. Anyway, I think it is pretty safe to say that Marie Antoinette had no morals, was completely selfish, and totally stupid. Apparently, she couldn't even spell her own name when she went to sign her marriage contract, and her handwriting was so bad she couldn't write without leaving a huge ink blot. Now, in her defense, they didn't have spell check back then, which I need, but not for my own name.. Also, I am sure it wasn't too easy to write with those big, weird, feather things they used to use. The being uneducated at her wedding wasn't her fault. Poor girl was only 14 and her Mom did not spend time concerning herself with Marie Antoinette's schooling because she was so far down the line in the birth order. Her mother never figured that Marie would be valuable, as far as, making a really good, profitable marriage contract for their country in her future, so of course, she had no need for an education. However, Marie Antoinette staying stupid was her own fault because she could have spent a little bit of time learning about politics, the state of affairs of the people of her new country, maybe reading a book with some informational worth (rather than dirty romance novels that she enjoyed), and maybe a little less time partying. Apparently she used to stay out all night at parties, balls, and gambling, and sleep all day, causing her Mother's spy to write letters of complaint.
The book talked about how she loved to spend time with kids, and often used her own money to help orphans. Still that did not redeem her in my mind, and it didn't make her a good queen. First off, playing with kids is fun, especially when you get married at 14, (she was actually a kid herself, duh). And the little money she spent helping orphans, most likely was to ease her conscience while she spent LOADS of money on herself; doing things like; buying herself 200 new outfits a year, building a theater so that she could act in it herself, rebuilding the gardens at Triaon (and I am not talking about like just a little landscaping either, I mean like fountains, chapels, buildings, rivers, etc), redesigning her suite at Versailles, and ordering all kinds of new furniture. Not to mention, losing $136,000-in today's $ after gambling for 36 hours straight. Yeah, just for example! Meanwhile, the people of her country were pawning their clothes, in the winter- an especially cold winter due to an El Nina-according to modern day scientists- in order to buy bread- which I might add, the nobility was gouging the price of.
If I ever get my time machine up an running, visiting Marie Antoinette will not be on my list of things to do with it!
I just got done reading a bio on Marie Antoinette, and I gotta say, that women was not a good person at all! That's not so say that she deserved the hacking off of her head, but read through that part of the book if you want to have vomit come up in your mouth.
Meanwhile, all those people of the revolution where in France were just completely crazy! Maybe that is what happens after you are starving for long enough...who knows. Anyway, I think it is pretty safe to say that Marie Antoinette had no morals, was completely selfish, and totally stupid. Apparently, she couldn't even spell her own name when she went to sign her marriage contract, and her handwriting was so bad she couldn't write without leaving a huge ink blot. Now, in her defense, they didn't have spell check back then, which I need, but not for my own name.. Also, I am sure it wasn't too easy to write with those big, weird, feather things they used to use. The being uneducated at her wedding wasn't her fault. Poor girl was only 14 and her Mom did not spend time concerning herself with Marie Antoinette's schooling because she was so far down the line in the birth order. Her mother never figured that Marie would be valuable, as far as, making a really good, profitable marriage contract for their country in her future, so of course, she had no need for an education. However, Marie Antoinette staying stupid was her own fault because she could have spent a little bit of time learning about politics, the state of affairs of the people of her new country, maybe reading a book with some informational worth (rather than dirty romance novels that she enjoyed), and maybe a little less time partying. Apparently she used to stay out all night at parties, balls, and gambling, and sleep all day, causing her Mother's spy to write letters of complaint.
The book talked about how she loved to spend time with kids, and often used her own money to help orphans. Still that did not redeem her in my mind, and it didn't make her a good queen. First off, playing with kids is fun, especially when you get married at 14, (she was actually a kid herself, duh). And the little money she spent helping orphans, most likely was to ease her conscience while she spent LOADS of money on herself; doing things like; buying herself 200 new outfits a year, building a theater so that she could act in it herself, rebuilding the gardens at Triaon (and I am not talking about like just a little landscaping either, I mean like fountains, chapels, buildings, rivers, etc), redesigning her suite at Versailles, and ordering all kinds of new furniture. Not to mention, losing $136,000-in today's $ after gambling for 36 hours straight. Yeah, just for example! Meanwhile, the people of her country were pawning their clothes, in the winter- an especially cold winter due to an El Nina-according to modern day scientists- in order to buy bread- which I might add, the nobility was gouging the price of.
If I ever get my time machine up an running, visiting Marie Antoinette will not be on my list of things to do with it!
Cj's Doll
Written September 5, 2008
In my living room I have a set of wooden doll furniture, pillows, and stuff dolls displayed. Among the decorations sits, what has become Cj's doll. It wasn't orginally Cj's doll, it was this pretty doll in a long white flowing dress with a white lacy hat. It now wears a striped outfit that used to be Cj's when he was a baby. It is nearly bald from Cj carrying around the house by the hair.
In my living room I have a set of wooden doll furniture, pillows, and stuff dolls displayed. Among the decorations sits, what has become Cj's doll. It wasn't orginally Cj's doll, it was this pretty doll in a long white flowing dress with a white lacy hat. It now wears a striped outfit that used to be Cj's when he was a baby. It is nearly bald from Cj carrying around the house by the hair.
Here is a picture from before his doll looked rather Chucky-like....
So, earlier today, Cj was supposed to be eating a snack at his little table but instead, I found him eating among all the stuffed dolls in the doll furniture. He had taken my little wooden bench, throw the fabric pillow that sits on it, over to the side on the floor. He placed the wooden bench in front of the desk and put his dolly on it. Then he sat in the wooden high chair that had been for his dolly. Finally, since he had to have somewhere to put his snack, and that darn basket on top of the little doll desk, was in the way, he took the little basket off the desk and stuffed the scarecrow's face in it. I couldn't resist, I had to take a picture so you can see the scarecrow, improved with Cj's decorating skills....
Here's the after picture of Cj's doll...
So, earlier today, Cj was supposed to be eating a snack at his little table but instead, I found him eating among all the stuffed dolls in the doll furniture. He had taken my little wooden bench, throw the fabric pillow that sits on it, over to the side on the floor. He placed the wooden bench in front of the desk and put his dolly on it. Then he sat in the wooden high chair that had been for his dolly. Finally, since he had to have somewhere to put his snack, and that darn basket on top of the little doll desk, was in the way, he took the little basket off the desk and stuffed the scarecrow's face in it. I couldn't resist, I had to take a picture so you can see the scarecrow, improved with Cj's decorating skills....
Here's the after picture of Cj's doll...
Christmas Traditions
Whenever I think about Christmas, I think about how my grandparents knew how to "hold Christmas in their hearts" That is what my Grandpa and Grandma Eastwood did, I think that few have loved Christmas as much as they did. I imagine they loved it for a few different reasons; probably because Christmas made them think of the amazing gift of forgiveness God had given them, through Jesus. I think also that Christmas at it's best, is always a time of giving, and Grandpa and Grandma had very, very giving and loving hearts. A love for Christmas could not help but flow from their hearts, and just touch everyone who was in their lives. I am so grateful that not only was I in their lives, but I was their granddaughter!
They had so many Christmas traditions that I know I could never write about them all, I don't even know if I can recall them all! I remember going to stay with them for Christmas in Rennsalear. They had a cookie cabinet, and before bed we would sit in the kitchen, with milk, and the lights were always a really, nice, soft glow, and then Grandpa would pull out the cookie tins from the cookie cabinet. They would have so many different kinds to choose from, and we would save some and put them on a plate for Santa. Then we would make our beds, with blankets and pillows spread out across the floor in their living room. Grandpa's record player would be there, and he would put the Nutcracker music on so we could listen to it while we fell asleep. Only problem was, we were all too excited about Santa to sleep! So...the record would play..we wouldn't fall asleep..it would get to the end of the record..Grandpa would get out of bed..start the record over..over and over..all night long!
There were always lots of presents, even though there may not have been lots of money to spend. Grandma Eastwood knew how to make a dollar stretch and bargain shop. She would shop for Christmas all year long, and then then even if she had a small amount to spend on each of us, she still bought us many gifts. There was no gift card giving with Grandpa and Grandma Eastwood, they enjoyed finding something that was specifically suited for each of their family members. Most years, as I grew up, Grandma gave me at least one beautiful doll. She always said, "You can never have too many dolls."
Even on the years we didn't get to see Grandpa and Grandma Eastwood at Christmastime, the traditions continued. Every year, Grandma Eastwood sent each of us a new Christmas ornament, and she would also send us advent calenders.
Christmas with the Bobo side of the family meant, of course, an AMAZING meal. Grandma Bobo. First of all, I don't think she could make anything but a perfect turkey. She would make big, delicious, soft yeast rolls! Oh, I still remember how wonderful they smelled! The whole house smelled good from them for days! There was always a huge pan of potatoes, gravy, maybe some green beans, corn, carrots. What Grandma Bobo did to sweet potatoes, well, it is like nothing else! For dessert there was Grandma Bobo's pudding pies and Aunt Linda's Texas Sheet Cake. The Bobo Christmas, well, it was not a quiet one, beautifully not quiet. There were grown ups chatting and laughing. Kids running, playing, and yelling. Of course, someone would decide to make Poley bark around. There was teasing and arguing. Bobo's love to tease and argue. Really, we were "discussing" and it was fun. Dad and Uncle Lanny were the best and loudest at "discussing". And Uncle Lanny was the best at teasing. There was music, Christmas music playing that could be heard throughout the house. Sometimes, Grandpa would get out his guitar and play while He, Dad, Mom, Aunt Linda, and Aunt Sherry would sing in perfect harmony, and grandma played the piano.
A very special memory I like to think about each Christmas, was one that involved just me, Grandpa Bobo, and Grandma Bobo. We would get in the car, and Grandpa would drive for hours, finding the best Christmas lights in town. It was such a special time with them, I am so grateful that I had Grandparents that took the time to do that with me. I literally can't look at a Christmas light without thinking of them both and the fun we had looking for lights. I think Grandpa really loved them dearly. Although, he did always remark that he wouldn't like to pay their electric bills at the end of the month.
On Christmas Eve before bed, we would all climb up on Dad's lap and he would read us "Twas the Night Before Christmas". Dad read it with lots of expression. Christmas morning, after we ran downstairs and checked what Santa gave us, we would have cookies for breakfast! I also appreciate that Mom reminded us each year that it was Jesus' birthday, and she would bake a birthday cake for Jesus'. This really is a great thing to do with kids, it is a physical reminder that Christmas is not about them.
I do love Christmas Traditions! I hope that someday, when my children look back at their past Christmases they will find that I tried to make Christmas special for them, just as my family did for me. I would love to know what your own family does to make Christmas special at your home? What are your families traditions?
They had so many Christmas traditions that I know I could never write about them all, I don't even know if I can recall them all! I remember going to stay with them for Christmas in Rennsalear. They had a cookie cabinet, and before bed we would sit in the kitchen, with milk, and the lights were always a really, nice, soft glow, and then Grandpa would pull out the cookie tins from the cookie cabinet. They would have so many different kinds to choose from, and we would save some and put them on a plate for Santa. Then we would make our beds, with blankets and pillows spread out across the floor in their living room. Grandpa's record player would be there, and he would put the Nutcracker music on so we could listen to it while we fell asleep. Only problem was, we were all too excited about Santa to sleep! So...the record would play..we wouldn't fall asleep..it would get to the end of the record..Grandpa would get out of bed..start the record over..over and over..all night long!
There were always lots of presents, even though there may not have been lots of money to spend. Grandma Eastwood knew how to make a dollar stretch and bargain shop. She would shop for Christmas all year long, and then then even if she had a small amount to spend on each of us, she still bought us many gifts. There was no gift card giving with Grandpa and Grandma Eastwood, they enjoyed finding something that was specifically suited for each of their family members. Most years, as I grew up, Grandma gave me at least one beautiful doll. She always said, "You can never have too many dolls."
Even on the years we didn't get to see Grandpa and Grandma Eastwood at Christmastime, the traditions continued. Every year, Grandma Eastwood sent each of us a new Christmas ornament, and she would also send us advent calenders.
Christmas with the Bobo side of the family meant, of course, an AMAZING meal. Grandma Bobo. First of all, I don't think she could make anything but a perfect turkey. She would make big, delicious, soft yeast rolls! Oh, I still remember how wonderful they smelled! The whole house smelled good from them for days! There was always a huge pan of potatoes, gravy, maybe some green beans, corn, carrots. What Grandma Bobo did to sweet potatoes, well, it is like nothing else! For dessert there was Grandma Bobo's pudding pies and Aunt Linda's Texas Sheet Cake. The Bobo Christmas, well, it was not a quiet one, beautifully not quiet. There were grown ups chatting and laughing. Kids running, playing, and yelling. Of course, someone would decide to make Poley bark around. There was teasing and arguing. Bobo's love to tease and argue. Really, we were "discussing" and it was fun. Dad and Uncle Lanny were the best and loudest at "discussing". And Uncle Lanny was the best at teasing. There was music, Christmas music playing that could be heard throughout the house. Sometimes, Grandpa would get out his guitar and play while He, Dad, Mom, Aunt Linda, and Aunt Sherry would sing in perfect harmony, and grandma played the piano.
A very special memory I like to think about each Christmas, was one that involved just me, Grandpa Bobo, and Grandma Bobo. We would get in the car, and Grandpa would drive for hours, finding the best Christmas lights in town. It was such a special time with them, I am so grateful that I had Grandparents that took the time to do that with me. I literally can't look at a Christmas light without thinking of them both and the fun we had looking for lights. I think Grandpa really loved them dearly. Although, he did always remark that he wouldn't like to pay their electric bills at the end of the month.
On Christmas Eve before bed, we would all climb up on Dad's lap and he would read us "Twas the Night Before Christmas". Dad read it with lots of expression. Christmas morning, after we ran downstairs and checked what Santa gave us, we would have cookies for breakfast! I also appreciate that Mom reminded us each year that it was Jesus' birthday, and she would bake a birthday cake for Jesus'. This really is a great thing to do with kids, it is a physical reminder that Christmas is not about them.
I do love Christmas Traditions! I hope that someday, when my children look back at their past Christmases they will find that I tried to make Christmas special for them, just as my family did for me. I would love to know what your own family does to make Christmas special at your home? What are your families traditions?
Friday, December 7, 2012
Divorce
This is going to be a rant. That's my one and only warning. Stop reading now if you don't want to see it.
I'm getting VERY sick of people who tell me that my marriage ended in divorce because I got pregnant before I was married. Yes, I did get pregnant, and I am sorry that I sinned and got pregnant before marriage. I do not plan on continuing to accept punishment from other sinful people, I have told God I'm sorry. I raised my daughter the best I could, took her to church, read her the Bible, taught her the Bible, educated her myself, and did my very best to put her needs before my own. I can say, without a doubt, that I was not a perfect parent. I can also say that at this point in time Diana seems to be an amazing young adult, she's a student at a Bible Institute, is traveling around singing in churches, and tells other people about the LORD on a daily basis. She is an asset to the world and I do not regret her in any way. My slate is clean there. Clean.
I tried to be a good wife to Jerrid. I tried to be respectful and obedient, which is what I was taught a good wife does. I wasn't perfect at it, but I tried. There were a lot of hurtful things that happened in my marriage that no one but myself and Jerrid know about, but I rarely told a soul about it, because I believed that it was the job of a wife to uphold the name of her husband. Even if it was his own actions that would have made his name not as well respected.
I know I wasn't a perfect wife, but I tried, and I was faithful. I took care of him, prayed for him, when he cheated on me I prayed for the person who had cheated with him. The Bible says to pray for your enemies. I can say today that I do not hate the woman, I feel sorry for her, and praying for my enemy did that for me personally.
Jerrid was not a perfect husband but he also tried to keep things together. He worked very hard at the physical part of keeping our family together financially. He did try. Otherwise I'm fairly sure our marriage wouldn't have lasted for 15 years, not to mention we dated for 5 years, too. A 20 year relationship doesn't just happen, it's work.
My marriage failed because we are both human beings and neither of us were perfect and neither of us put God first every single day of the marriage. I can say it's probably not a good idea to pick a mate at the age of 15, in most cases. We didn't go to any counseling before we married, I know if I ever get married again that will be the first thing I do. Me being single today is not a punishment because I got pregnant. It is hurtful to put that kind of thing out there to other people. How is it that God takes our sins and forgives, "as far as the East is from the West", and yet other Christians can continue to throw the past into each other's face? For what reason I can only surmise, is to build themselves up, or maybe to explain the world, help them feel secure, I know not why. I don't think that is how God means it to be.
"Be ye kind, one to another, tenderhearted, forgiving one another, even as God, for Christ's sake, hath forgiven you." Ephesian 4:32
I'm getting VERY sick of people who tell me that my marriage ended in divorce because I got pregnant before I was married. Yes, I did get pregnant, and I am sorry that I sinned and got pregnant before marriage. I do not plan on continuing to accept punishment from other sinful people, I have told God I'm sorry. I raised my daughter the best I could, took her to church, read her the Bible, taught her the Bible, educated her myself, and did my very best to put her needs before my own. I can say, without a doubt, that I was not a perfect parent. I can also say that at this point in time Diana seems to be an amazing young adult, she's a student at a Bible Institute, is traveling around singing in churches, and tells other people about the LORD on a daily basis. She is an asset to the world and I do not regret her in any way. My slate is clean there. Clean.
I tried to be a good wife to Jerrid. I tried to be respectful and obedient, which is what I was taught a good wife does. I wasn't perfect at it, but I tried. There were a lot of hurtful things that happened in my marriage that no one but myself and Jerrid know about, but I rarely told a soul about it, because I believed that it was the job of a wife to uphold the name of her husband. Even if it was his own actions that would have made his name not as well respected.
I know I wasn't a perfect wife, but I tried, and I was faithful. I took care of him, prayed for him, when he cheated on me I prayed for the person who had cheated with him. The Bible says to pray for your enemies. I can say today that I do not hate the woman, I feel sorry for her, and praying for my enemy did that for me personally.
Jerrid was not a perfect husband but he also tried to keep things together. He worked very hard at the physical part of keeping our family together financially. He did try. Otherwise I'm fairly sure our marriage wouldn't have lasted for 15 years, not to mention we dated for 5 years, too. A 20 year relationship doesn't just happen, it's work.
My marriage failed because we are both human beings and neither of us were perfect and neither of us put God first every single day of the marriage. I can say it's probably not a good idea to pick a mate at the age of 15, in most cases. We didn't go to any counseling before we married, I know if I ever get married again that will be the first thing I do. Me being single today is not a punishment because I got pregnant. It is hurtful to put that kind of thing out there to other people. How is it that God takes our sins and forgives, "as far as the East is from the West", and yet other Christians can continue to throw the past into each other's face? For what reason I can only surmise, is to build themselves up, or maybe to explain the world, help them feel secure, I know not why. I don't think that is how God means it to be.
"Be ye kind, one to another, tenderhearted, forgiving one another, even as God, for Christ's sake, hath forgiven you." Ephesian 4:32
Tuesday, November 27, 2012
Diane
Just thinking about when Diane was first born. It was just her and I. I wasn't married yet and I was young. Her crib was in my room, and when she would wake up crying at night I would put her in my bed and let her sleep with me. Every where I went I brought my little, baby girl. If I went shopping, I took her along. If I went out to lunch with friends, I took her along. If I went on vacation, even vacation with friends, I took her along. Such a strong bond was developed.
Then when I got married things changed a little. I had Andrew and much later had Cj . In my brother John's words, I became the "Playdate Mom on Crack". Basically that just means that we never stopped. She was involved in all kinds of activities karate, 4h, Word of Life, Kids Choir, plays, and if there wasn't a club then I started it. She had her friends over to stay the night and I would set up a big stage in the middle of living room and we would have a Barbie doll rock concert. Once we turned her bedroom in to a restaurant We got every blanket and afghan and laid them out on the floor for tables. I gave her and her friends little tablets to take orders. We literally spent hours playing restaurant in her room. I went to garage sales and bought her old prom dresses, suit jackets, purses, high heels, and she and her friends would play dress up all day. One summer we even had a Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe summer. Her friends came over a couple times a week and we read the book and wrote plays about it.
Before long she was this preteen arguing with me all the time. She had her own ideas about how things had to be done and she was very vocal about trying to exercises her independence. There were days when I seriously could have shot myself, not a fun stage at all.
It didn't last though and she turned into a responsible, grown up young lady that could be my friend. She could shop with me, be sarcastic with me, talk about wonderful literature with me, watch 80s movies with me, tell me what to wear and what not to wear, share my jewelry, and steal my shoes.
Now, she's at school and I have to wait 12 more days before I get her back for just a short visit.
Parents, enjoy every little moment with your kids. Day by day it seems like it will last forever, but they are growing up so fast, and before you know it the time to enjoy their childhood is past.
Then when I got married things changed a little. I had Andrew and much later had Cj . In my brother John's words, I became the "Playdate Mom on Crack". Basically that just means that we never stopped. She was involved in all kinds of activities karate, 4h, Word of Life, Kids Choir, plays, and if there wasn't a club then I started it. She had her friends over to stay the night and I would set up a big stage in the middle of living room and we would have a Barbie doll rock concert. Once we turned her bedroom in to a restaurant We got every blanket and afghan and laid them out on the floor for tables. I gave her and her friends little tablets to take orders. We literally spent hours playing restaurant in her room. I went to garage sales and bought her old prom dresses, suit jackets, purses, high heels, and she and her friends would play dress up all day. One summer we even had a Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe summer. Her friends came over a couple times a week and we read the book and wrote plays about it.
Before long she was this preteen arguing with me all the time. She had her own ideas about how things had to be done and she was very vocal about trying to exercises her independence. There were days when I seriously could have shot myself, not a fun stage at all.
It didn't last though and she turned into a responsible, grown up young lady that could be my friend. She could shop with me, be sarcastic with me, talk about wonderful literature with me, watch 80s movies with me, tell me what to wear and what not to wear, share my jewelry, and steal my shoes.
Now, she's at school and I have to wait 12 more days before I get her back for just a short visit.
Parents, enjoy every little moment with your kids. Day by day it seems like it will last forever, but they are growing up so fast, and before you know it the time to enjoy their childhood is past.
Wednesday, June 20, 2012
Andrew in a Tornado
Recently found an elementary school.notebook of Andrew's & this story he wrote about a tornado made me smile.
If a tornado was sucking me up, I think that it would spin me around and make me sick to my stomach. And it would suck all the oxygen out & I wouldn't be able to breath. But I do think it would be fun for a minute or two. But I don't think I would be alive after it dropped me, even if it dropped me on hay.
Sunday, April 22, 2012
The Blue & Green Toothbrush
This morning Cj got out Diana's blue & green toothbrush & set it on the bathroom counter. Then he got out his pink & purple toothbrush & set it on the counter. Then came the monologue, as I overheard him talking to himself.
"You know, I really don't understand why Diana gets the blue & green toothbrush, I really wanted it to be mine. And I have the pink & purple one. Those are girl colors! I had really hoped I could have that one, blue & green are my favorite colors. I just wish it was mine." Then after he gazed upon the desired blue & green toothbrush, "You know, she's at grandma's, she's never going to know, I'm just going to use it this once."
My Take On the Song Fireflies
So this is my take on the song, Fireflies by Owl City, which is one of my most favorite songs ever. I have liked it from the first time I hear d it but couldn’t figure it out. Maybe it has to do with all that my kids & I have gone through in the last year but I feel like I understand it now & I like it more than ever!
Fireflies
by Adam Young
You would not believe your eyes
If ten million fireflies
Lit up the world as I fell asleep
'Cause they'd fill the open air
And leave teardrops everywhere
You'd think me rude
But I would just stand and stare
I'd like to make myself believe
That planet Earth turns slowly
It's hard to say that I'd rather stay
Awake when I'm asleep
'Cause everything is never as it seems
'Cause I'd get a thousand hugs
From ten thousand lightning bugs
As they tried to teach me how to dance
A foxtrot above my head
A sock hop beneath my bed
A disco ball is just hanging by a thread
I'd like to make myself believe
That planet Earth turns slowly
It's hard to say that I'd rather stay
Awake when I'm asleep
'Cause everything is never as it seems
When I fall asleep
Leave my door open just a crack
(Please take me away from here)
'Cause I feel like such an insomniac
(Please take me away from here)
Why do I tire of counting sheep
(Please take me away from here)
When I'm far too tired to fall asleep
To ten million fireflies
I'm weird 'cause I hate goodbyes
I got misty eyes as they said farewell
But I'll know where several are
If my dreams get real bizarre
'Cause I saved a few and I keep them in a jar
I'd like to make myself believe
That planet Earth turns slowly
It's hard to say that I'd rather stay
Awake when I'm asleep
'Cause everything is never as it seems
When I fall asleep
I'd like to make myself believe
That planet Earth turns slowly
It's hard to say that I'd rather stay
Awake when I'm asleep
'Cause everything is never as it seems
When I fall asleep
I'd like to make myself believe
That planet earth turns slowly
It's hard to say that I'd rather stay
Awake when I'm asleep
Because my dreams are bursting at the seams
I believe this song is about childlike faith and joy. Can you remember when you were little & Fireflies would come out for the night? When you’re a kid, fireflies are magic. When you’re an adult, fireflies are bugs. This song is talking about how so quickly the ability to see the good in people, the world, and in magic is gone from a person. You grow up, horrible things happen around and to you, people hurt each other, & you start to wonder if anyone ever really cares about each other. You rush around working, buying, achieving, and you forget to stop and take the time to enjoy the people around you!
The writer of this song seems to be giving us a wakeup call, he says, “You would NOT believe your eyes.” And then he creates this beautiful word picture, but it’s sad because he’s saying that he can NOT be in the picture. He seems to wish he could recapture the childlike outlook on the world; the belief in magic, joy in dancing around for no reason at all, and just stopping to take the time to have some fun. But he can’t do it because things are just moving too fast, (“I’d like to make myself believe that planet earth turns slowly.”)
BUT, it’s not all sad, because he still has deep down inside that little bit of childlike look on the world. I guess maybe it comes out when he sleeps and has super weird dreams or something. Unfortunately, doesn’t seem like it happens too often because he “feels like such an insomniac” He even seems to be begging to get that feeling back, but the world just won’t quit creeping in.
This song makes me think about my own life, because I’ve seen a lot people hurt each other, hurt my kids, and hurt me in the last year or more. The worst of it most recently. It would be really easy to shut off the belief that there are really people that are unselfish left in this world, that I could love someone someday and they would actually really love me back, & I could even quit believing in God and the Bible. I mean, as a wife, I thought I was doing what I supposed to do, I tried to take care of Jerrid, & I tried to be an unselfish wife and mother. I did it because it was right, love is unselfish. So, since things ended the way they did, sure would be easy to stop believing. But I don’t.
The writer says, “But I’ll know where several are, if my dreams get real bizarre, Cause I saved a few and I keep them in a jar”. Also, in the video, he’s singing and playing and all the while all these super fun toys are magically playing in the background, and he just doesn’t even notice! The Speak and Spell (Is that what it was called, can’t remember) is typing, “HELLO” & “FIREFLIES”. It’s like the old magic is saying, “HEY STOP FOR A SECOND AND NOTICE ME!”
I refuse to allow other people’s actions to take away the child that is left deep inside me! Even though, I almost did. I refuse to stop believing in truth, love, faith, & friendship. I still believe in fairies, argue if you want, I believe in fairies. I am still going to turn on music and dance around the house, and if that makes you think I’m weird, I feel sorry for you. Today a friend told me, that the more I allowed God to intervene, He would surely give me the grace and peace I longed for. I guess that’s what I hope to do. I may not see that on this earth, but I will someday in Heaven. I just hold onto that Hope
Fireflies
by Adam Young
You would not believe your eyes
If ten million fireflies
Lit up the world as I fell asleep
'Cause they'd fill the open air
And leave teardrops everywhere
You'd think me rude
But I would just stand and stare
I'd like to make myself believe
That planet Earth turns slowly
It's hard to say that I'd rather stay
Awake when I'm asleep
'Cause everything is never as it seems
'Cause I'd get a thousand hugs
From ten thousand lightning bugs
As they tried to teach me how to dance
A foxtrot above my head
A sock hop beneath my bed
A disco ball is just hanging by a thread
I'd like to make myself believe
That planet Earth turns slowly
It's hard to say that I'd rather stay
Awake when I'm asleep
'Cause everything is never as it seems
When I fall asleep
Leave my door open just a crack
(Please take me away from here)
'Cause I feel like such an insomniac
(Please take me away from here)
Why do I tire of counting sheep
(Please take me away from here)
When I'm far too tired to fall asleep
To ten million fireflies
I'm weird 'cause I hate goodbyes
I got misty eyes as they said farewell
But I'll know where several are
If my dreams get real bizarre
'Cause I saved a few and I keep them in a jar
I'd like to make myself believe
That planet Earth turns slowly
It's hard to say that I'd rather stay
Awake when I'm asleep
'Cause everything is never as it seems
When I fall asleep
I'd like to make myself believe
That planet Earth turns slowly
It's hard to say that I'd rather stay
Awake when I'm asleep
'Cause everything is never as it seems
When I fall asleep
I'd like to make myself believe
That planet earth turns slowly
It's hard to say that I'd rather stay
Awake when I'm asleep
Because my dreams are bursting at the seams
I believe this song is about childlike faith and joy. Can you remember when you were little & Fireflies would come out for the night? When you’re a kid, fireflies are magic. When you’re an adult, fireflies are bugs. This song is talking about how so quickly the ability to see the good in people, the world, and in magic is gone from a person. You grow up, horrible things happen around and to you, people hurt each other, & you start to wonder if anyone ever really cares about each other. You rush around working, buying, achieving, and you forget to stop and take the time to enjoy the people around you!
The writer of this song seems to be giving us a wakeup call, he says, “You would NOT believe your eyes.” And then he creates this beautiful word picture, but it’s sad because he’s saying that he can NOT be in the picture. He seems to wish he could recapture the childlike outlook on the world; the belief in magic, joy in dancing around for no reason at all, and just stopping to take the time to have some fun. But he can’t do it because things are just moving too fast, (“I’d like to make myself believe that planet earth turns slowly.”)
BUT, it’s not all sad, because he still has deep down inside that little bit of childlike look on the world. I guess maybe it comes out when he sleeps and has super weird dreams or something. Unfortunately, doesn’t seem like it happens too often because he “feels like such an insomniac” He even seems to be begging to get that feeling back, but the world just won’t quit creeping in.
This song makes me think about my own life, because I’ve seen a lot people hurt each other, hurt my kids, and hurt me in the last year or more. The worst of it most recently. It would be really easy to shut off the belief that there are really people that are unselfish left in this world, that I could love someone someday and they would actually really love me back, & I could even quit believing in God and the Bible. I mean, as a wife, I thought I was doing what I supposed to do, I tried to take care of Jerrid, & I tried to be an unselfish wife and mother. I did it because it was right, love is unselfish. So, since things ended the way they did, sure would be easy to stop believing. But I don’t.
The writer says, “But I’ll know where several are, if my dreams get real bizarre, Cause I saved a few and I keep them in a jar”. Also, in the video, he’s singing and playing and all the while all these super fun toys are magically playing in the background, and he just doesn’t even notice! The Speak and Spell (Is that what it was called, can’t remember) is typing, “HELLO” & “FIREFLIES”. It’s like the old magic is saying, “HEY STOP FOR A SECOND AND NOTICE ME!”
I refuse to allow other people’s actions to take away the child that is left deep inside me! Even though, I almost did. I refuse to stop believing in truth, love, faith, & friendship. I still believe in fairies, argue if you want, I believe in fairies. I am still going to turn on music and dance around the house, and if that makes you think I’m weird, I feel sorry for you. Today a friend told me, that the more I allowed God to intervene, He would surely give me the grace and peace I longed for. I guess that’s what I hope to do. I may not see that on this earth, but I will someday in Heaven. I just hold onto that Hope
Sunday, January 15, 2012
Diana, Cj, & HeMan
Today Diana learned that making fun of Cj's new favorite show, HeMan, is just not the smartest idea in tbe world.
First he attacked her relationship choices. I'm not going to post what he said in this blog bc it was actually kinda personal & hit close to home. Mary commented that seemed like the last comment you'd expect from a 6 yr old. Then he went on..
Cj, & to Diana- HeMan's going to punch you so hard that you're going break into a thousand pieces.
Mary- Now that seems more like what a 6 yr old would say.
Cj- Then Skelator is going to look at the pieces & say, 'Oh No! Now I can't use her by making her evil.'
Mary- Why in this story is Skelator your friend?
Cj- Then Man in Arms is going to pick up all your broken pieces & Orko is going to put them together & make you into a robot. Then he's going to plug you in. You'll charge. Then he's going to hook you up with a remote control. That's right, you're going to be a Remote Control Broken Up Robot! So don't make fun of HeMan.
Saturday, January 14, 2012
What's the matter with me?
I'm confused. I know that I'm a Christian, I don't doubt my salvation. Yet I feel like I keep trying to fill the pain I've experienced lately with something other than God. Why do I this? It doesn't ever make me feel better either. It just band-aids the pain, then later it hurts even more than before.
I'm sure that I'm not going to keep feeling sad like this, because I know that happiness is a choice. I have all I need to be content, bc I know I'm going to Heaven, & I do have a relationship with Christ. What I need to do is work on that so why do I keep wasting my time on earth not doing it? I feel like I was so much better at doing that when I was married and I was home. It's harder now. In the end, its what I've done for Him that will matter anyway. I know all this, yet in the back of my mind I still keep wondering what's wrong with me.
I realize, this post, it's just wonderings not coming to a conclusion. I don't give the answer on how to fix this. I don't even know why I'm writing it. Then I'm going to post it & share it on fb. I guess I just need to get it out and maybe I am hoping someone will tell me what's wrong with me.
I guess I need to just go to sleep and let things be better in the morning, because I know they will. The sun is going to rise, God is going to be the same, and my debt will still have been paid by Jesus' sacrifice. I'm convinced that my hope will be renewed tomorrow.
Lamentations 3:22-23 "It is of the Lord's mercies we are not consumed because His compassions fail not. They are new every morning: great is Thy faithfulness."
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