One More Thing to wait on...

So, on the way home from errands this afternoon, I was rearended. I was alone in the car and stopped at a stoplight. It was raining at the time. I was hit from behind. The guy said that his truck slid as he put on the brakes. He was totally freaked out. He is 20 and this is the first accident he has ever had. I spent most of the time telling him that it was okay, we weren't hurt, it happens to all of us. I even talked to his mom. His truck bumper didn't line up with my bumper. It lined up with my license plate on the rear van door. It's dented in. I think a new door is in my future. I don't think that it would open if I tried-which I haven't yet cause what if it got stuck open??? The backup cam on my back door now shows me the bumper when I put the car in reverse. Not so good.

I'm now thinking I will have a rental car for a few days, once we get the service scheduled. It's drivable now, just looks bad from the back.

Now I question how bad I really needed to run those errands :)

Okay, I haven't posted in forever. I really am going to try to get this going.

Right now, I am playing a waiting game. I feel like I am waiting on quite a few things. Like so much of my life and how it proceeds from here is in the hands of others. Patience was never my gift. Mom used to constantly tell me that I needed to be more patient. I have gotten better as I have gotten older, but it still isn't something I would say that I was good at. So here I sit. Waiting. And I am feeling rather stir crazy as I do. I would probably be more 'nuts' if I wasn't so busy. Sports, school winding down, VBS, Cub Scout Day camp. My plate is rather full. But I feel like the hands of the clock are moving ever so slowly in the background. I just would like some answers now please???

Sometimes life throws you a curveball....

...just in time for the start of baseball season....HA! NOT! I can't really give details right now, but so much is on my plate...and the news is not all good. There are quite a few people close to me right now that need prayer. I am just asking for prayers for them and I will share specifically when I can. I also promise later today to make a blog post and include pics of the kids and the dog, Rebel.

Thanks!!!

My empty Thursday nights...

I sit here feeling sad as ER just finished. For the last 15 years (wow!) at 10pm on Thursday nights, you would find me watching ER. The show has had it's ups and downs, some years weren't so great. I really missed Carter the last few years. Since I learned to knit a few years ago, I got a lot of knitting done on Thursdays. The ending was good....satisfying. I smiled a melancholy smile through the whole show. Most of it went the way I thought...there was only one surprise for me.

Now, I wonder...what will I do with my Thursday nights at 10??? I don't think I will find another show that I will be as loyal to as this one. So long Dr. Carter....thanks for all the great years!!!

I'm really tired of snow....

After the weather here at Christmas (we had about 24" of snow in 2 weeks-usually we might get 2" in one day each winter) and the fact that I ended the show event by sliding down the small hill leaving my house, hit a parked car and then jumped the curb, ruining the suspension/alignment on my not even a year old minivan.

The next morning, I dropped the boys off at school, hit Target for lightbulbs and then was heading to the body shop. As I was leaving Target, a lady hit the back of my van cause she didn't look before pulling out. She hit the back end of my car. She had a Ford Expedition...didn't hurt her car, cremated my back corner.

My car was in the shop for 2 weeks. I just got it back on Wednesday afternoon. It is beautiful. They detailed it, it looks great, inside and out.

When my alarm went off to get ready for church this morning, I looked out and saw snow. It was stuck to all the grass, roofs, cars, etc. It wasn't stuck to the road. But the temperature was below freezing and the roads were all wet and the snow was still falling.

I am a wuss. I didn't want to wreck my pretty fixed up van AGAIN. So, I went back to sleep. Let the sick (colds) boys sleep in today. With DH out of town (Naval Reserve weekend), I wimped out. If he had been here, he would have driven and we would have gone, I'm sure. We did get dressed and head out to 'Crispy Chips' (what the kids call our favorite Mexican place) for lunch. DH doesn't like Mexican, so we only eat it when he isn't here. At lunch time, it was STILL snowing (has been since 11:00pm last night). The roads are fine now. I'll go to church tonight.

Why I Am The Queen

I think I should explain why I picked this title for my blog.

I have always been a girly girl. From day 1, I loved dressing up. I did not like getting dirty or messing up my hair. I loved my patent leather mary janes that Mom always bought me for church. As I got older, I tried sports. Soccer, to be exact. I was in 7th grade by then. What we discovered, and is still true to this day, is if you kick the ball to me, I squeal/scream. I'm not aware that I am doing it, I just do. When I helped out the church co-ed rec team in college (not cause I really wanted to play, they just needed more female bodies, and my boyfriend-now DH played), it was still true. I took a lot of heat for that one.

Now, I still love clothes, shoes, dressing up, doing my hair, and I LOVE makeup (most especially anything BE). I am still a GIRL.

From the time I was very small, I wanted to have my own little girl to share my love for all things girly with. My dolls and I were good friends :) As I got older, I figured that God, with His good sense of humor, would give me a girl, but she would be a huge tomboy who didn't love all my girly 'stuff'.

God's sense of humor, it seems, had more in store for me than that. When I got pregnant the first time (in 1998), I went to the u/s so excited, hoping for my girl. The very first thing I saw on the screen showed me that there was NO WAY this was a girl. I was disappointed for a moment but thought that God knew that DH needed a son first, He would give me a girl next time. J-man was born and was just a sweetheart. He was a social little guy and he still is today. He likes everyone and everyone likes him.

We decided it was time for number 2 (2001). I was so sure that my girl was on the way. I even bought a few girl outfits this time. Went to the u/s excited again. The beginning of this pregnancy was so different than the last one, I was sure it was a girl. God didn't keep me in suspense...the first thing I saw again showed me that there was NO WAY this was a girl. He showed off just like his brother had before. Little Dude joined the family. He reminds me of my sister, which seems to be as close as I get to a girl...

Both boys are very much BOYS, and their Daddy loves that. I live in a house full of testosterone. I know that is only going to get worse as they get older. I definitely feel outnumbered here many days. So I declared myself the Queen of Everything Here. I have no one who is challenging me for that title. The boys don't want it.

Now that I just passed a big birthday and with my health issues, I'm pretty sure my family is done. It definitely is according to DH. Now I am trying to figure out what to do with my girly stuff. I think I will have to 'adopt' some young ladies along the way to teach all about makeup and stuff....I would hate to think that all that I have learned would go to waste...lol

So...that is why I am Queen. Someone pass me my crown and jewels and lets get on with it!!!

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My first post

Okay, here it all begins...

I'm trying this since everyone else has one. I will see how this goes. If I can remember to do it, if I don't get too obsessed. I love reading everyone else's, so I will give it a go. If nothing else, I can share all the silly things the boys do on a daily basis. They crack me up. God knew I liked to laugh so he gave me some funny kids. Little Dude comes by it so naturally...he got it from my sister Tammy. He is so like her in so many ways...it scares me on a regular basis. It's a good thing that I like her, since she seems to live with me in a little guy body. He looks like her, except his hair is straight like mine, not curly like hers. He has her freckles, her coloring. She once said she doesn't need to have kids, she knows exactly what they would look like :). He has his own issues though. He has Sensory Processing Disorder, which, thankfully, isn't too bad. He just comes across as quirky sometimes. (Another thing that makes him like my sister-hee hee, love you Tammy)

I could write a book about him I think, but right now, the bathtub is calling 2 young boys. I'm sure I will return to this topic later.