On Christmas morning we were running behind schedule. We were to be at my in-laws before 9 to open gifts. And since we were at their house til around 11 the night before, I was dragging my sweet bottom getting outta bed.
Once up and our little family Christmas time over, I figured I should dress myself.
This last week I've been extremely busy being unproductive; therefore, I hadn't washed any of my jeans. On the laundry table was a pair of jeans that are still classified as some of my fat pants, they just aren't my fatter pants. Since I've gained about 10 lbs since October I was thinking it would be a miracle if they'd fit me this Christmas morn.
The good praying girl that I am sent up a prayer asking the Lord if He could just purdy please grant me my Christmas miracle of letting this pair of jeans fit. Afterall, I didn't get the dad I wanted for Christmas, so I figured He could give me this little deal with the jeans.
And He did.
It was wonderful.
Until about 7 p.m that night when I had to ask my niece for a pair of her super comfy elastic banded flannel pants because I completely stuffed my face with all the Christmas goody goodness.
So, the Christmas miracle was wonderful. However long (or short) it lasted.
Sunday, December 28, 2008
Wednesday, December 24, 2008
Merry Christmas, Family and Friends!
I'll be taking a bit of a bloggy break until friends and family head home. I want to spend as much time with them as possible.
I pray all of you have a very Merry Christmas!
The following was originally published last Christmastime.
Since I only have eight days until Christmas, I thought it might be fun to post a few more Christmas memories until the big day!
After we moved out of the fifth wheel we moved to "The Icky House" and to tell you the truth I don't know that we upgraded any.
The good thing about the place was that it did have a bathroom, an upgrade from the McDonald's bucket, the bad thing (or one of the many) was the Hallway to H-E-double hockeysticks we had to go through to get to it. It was a scary scary hallway I tell you!
The house was like a big open room, cement floor with some outdoor carpet thrown down in the living room. The only source of heat a wood stove. In case you didn't know, you're supposed to buy the wood to put in the stove. You're not supposed to send your daughters to the neighbors when it's dark and take a few pieces.
It was a wonderful time in our lives! It's so fun to be in 8th grade and live in "The Icky House" :)
That year, my youngest sister, Megan, had this amazing teacher. She knew our family wasn't going to be having much at Christmas. So, she put us on every charity known to man.
We weren't aware of that until we get a knock on the door one day during Christmas break. My sisters and I were home alone but I wisely opened the door anyway...
A man was standing there with groceries and presents! So, of course I let him in. We were excited for the gifts but more importantly, there was food!
We arranged the presents around the tree.
An hour or so later. We get another knock on the door.
Uh huh. More gifts. More food.
When someone knocked the third time, the three of us looked at each other and the ever-growing mound of gifts under the Christmas tree. We were brilliant I tell you! We each grabbed some presents and hid them. We wouldn't want the next person to see how many we had and then take them to an actual needy family!
I think we ended up answering the door three or four times. Each with food and presents.
It was amazing. And even though at the time we weren't "church goin" folk, I knew. I knew He was providing. I knew He was letting us know He loved us.
His birthday but He gave us the presents.
It was a great Christmas. "Icky House" and all.
I pray all of you have a very Merry Christmas!
The following was originally published last Christmastime.
Since I only have eight days until Christmas, I thought it might be fun to post a few more Christmas memories until the big day!
After we moved out of the fifth wheel we moved to "The Icky House" and to tell you the truth I don't know that we upgraded any.
The good thing about the place was that it did have a bathroom, an upgrade from the McDonald's bucket, the bad thing (or one of the many) was the Hallway to H-E-double hockeysticks we had to go through to get to it. It was a scary scary hallway I tell you!
The house was like a big open room, cement floor with some outdoor carpet thrown down in the living room. The only source of heat a wood stove. In case you didn't know, you're supposed to buy the wood to put in the stove. You're not supposed to send your daughters to the neighbors when it's dark and take a few pieces.
It was a wonderful time in our lives! It's so fun to be in 8th grade and live in "The Icky House" :)
That year, my youngest sister, Megan, had this amazing teacher. She knew our family wasn't going to be having much at Christmas. So, she put us on every charity known to man.
We weren't aware of that until we get a knock on the door one day during Christmas break. My sisters and I were home alone but I wisely opened the door anyway...
A man was standing there with groceries and presents! So, of course I let him in. We were excited for the gifts but more importantly, there was food!
We arranged the presents around the tree.
An hour or so later. We get another knock on the door.
Uh huh. More gifts. More food.
When someone knocked the third time, the three of us looked at each other and the ever-growing mound of gifts under the Christmas tree. We were brilliant I tell you! We each grabbed some presents and hid them. We wouldn't want the next person to see how many we had and then take them to an actual needy family!
I think we ended up answering the door three or four times. Each with food and presents.
It was amazing. And even though at the time we weren't "church goin" folk, I knew. I knew He was providing. I knew He was letting us know He loved us.
His birthday but He gave us the presents.
It was a great Christmas. "Icky House" and all.
Tuesday, December 23, 2008
In the Car
These were from last night.
Jaylee in the back. Josh and I are talking. She's interrupting.
"Daddy?"
"Dad?"
"Joshua?!"
And we busted up. Yes, she was naughty, but the "Joshua" part killed me.
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Between Josh and me...
Him: "You're handling cold really well this year, I'm proud of you. You must be accumulating to it."
Me:
Him: "I said the wrong word, huh?"
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In the Starbucks drive thru...Josh is ordering. The girl sounds quite flirtatious. He's playing it up. I'm laughing at him.
We get to the window....
Barista, with flirty smile and perky, never-nursed-a-baby-boobs: "Good evening! $4.44, please!"
Josh pays her. She continues to smile. Takes his money, closes her window, we're cracking up.
Barista comes back, hands Josh the drink.
Josh, nodding my direction: "This is my sister."
Me, completely dying, needing to come up with something quick to pay him back!: "Yes, and these are our children."
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We were laughing so hard. Mainly because Josh didn't get my meaning behind the "these are our kids." Until he realized he'd called me his sister. Uh huh. Loved it.
And my coffee.
Jaylee in the back. Josh and I are talking. She's interrupting.
"Daddy?"
"Dad?"
"Joshua?!"
And we busted up. Yes, she was naughty, but the "Joshua" part killed me.
*******************************************
Between Josh and me...
Him: "You're handling cold really well this year, I'm proud of you. You must be accumulating to it."
Me:
Him: "I said the wrong word, huh?"
*********************************************
In the Starbucks drive thru...Josh is ordering. The girl sounds quite flirtatious. He's playing it up. I'm laughing at him.
We get to the window....
Barista, with flirty smile and perky, never-nursed-a-baby-boobs: "Good evening! $4.44, please!"
Josh pays her. She continues to smile. Takes his money, closes her window, we're cracking up.
Barista comes back, hands Josh the drink.
Josh, nodding my direction: "This is my sister."
Me, completely dying, needing to come up with something quick to pay him back!: "Yes, and these are our children."
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We were laughing so hard. Mainly because Josh didn't get my meaning behind the "these are our kids." Until he realized he'd called me his sister. Uh huh. Loved it.
And my coffee.
Friday, December 19, 2008
Christmas Lights, Firetrucks and maybe some Parade-type waving
Last night there was to be a cookie exchange at our church.
Thankfully, there was not. As I am not a fan of cookie exchanging. Just the eating of said cookies.
Since the plans were cancelled my mom and decided to head to a town about 20 miles away and have us some Starbucks. Mmmm.
After we got our Iced Venti Hazelnut Breves (hers decaf) we went driving around to look at Christmas lights. While driving we happen upon three, THREE! firetrucks! The Lord blessed us. =) Of course we decide to follow them and see what they're up to. What we found ourselves in was a bit of a parade. The firetrucks were decked out with Christmas lights, Santa, and some firemen. They were honking their horns and waving and throwing candy. We brought up the rear, rolled down our windows in 16* cold, and thrust our hands out to do the parade wave. You know what I'm talking about (Melissa).
Here's a ditty of our good time.
Thankfully, there was not. As I am not a fan of cookie exchanging. Just the eating of said cookies.
Since the plans were cancelled my mom and decided to head to a town about 20 miles away and have us some Starbucks. Mmmm.
After we got our Iced Venti Hazelnut Breves (hers decaf) we went driving around to look at Christmas lights. While driving we happen upon three, THREE! firetrucks! The Lord blessed us. =) Of course we decide to follow them and see what they're up to. What we found ourselves in was a bit of a parade. The firetrucks were decked out with Christmas lights, Santa, and some firemen. They were honking their horns and waving and throwing candy. We brought up the rear, rolled down our windows in 16* cold, and thrust our hands out to do the parade wave. You know what I'm talking about (Melissa).
Here's a ditty of our good time.
My mom may or may not have called me by my nickname at the end. Please ignore her, she's delusional at times. Like last night.
Let me just tell you that everyone loved us. Oh yes they did! Families were out in their yards, waving and videotaping us. Several women told us we had great waves. Oh yes we did! We were naturals.
Once the firetrucks got into town they were running stop signs and since we were part of their parade we thought we could too. Um, guess not. Because at one point the truck in front of me stopped! And a man dressed in all his fireman glory came back to scold us for running the stop signs. He totally burst my bubble of glee I tell you!
We had a hoot anyway. I love that Charlie Brown Christmas is playing in the background and that my mom is jamming to it. You can't see her very well, but she's totally rocking out. She rolls mad hard that way.
Thursday, December 18, 2008
It seemed like such a good idea
First off, not a fan of my videoed voice. Oh, well. And about 37 seconds after the video was recorded, the following pictures were taken.
Wet Boots:
Cold Hands:
The 3 yr old who 37 seconds ago thought the snow was FUN!
The baby who wasn't getting enough attention!
After I uploaded the video and pics, the sun came out. The 1/16" of snow we just got will be gone in about another 37 seconds.
Wet Boots:
Cold Hands:
The 3 yr old who 37 seconds ago thought the snow was FUN!
The baby who wasn't getting enough attention!
After I uploaded the video and pics, the sun came out. The 1/16" of snow we just got will be gone in about another 37 seconds.I'm so glad we got layered up with jeans and socks and turtlenecks and boots and more socks (for gloves) and the big red coat that she loathes for mere seconds of fun.
Snow is so overrated.
I'm so over snow.
And I'm so ready for summer.
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
Well, I made it...
In case you were wondering, it is possible to not be on the internet all day.
Who knew!?
I won't say it was easy, 'cause it wasn't.
My fingers may or may not have twitched all day.
I got stuff done. I spent time with my girls. I read a book. I read the Book. I wrote a letter to my ex-stepdad's mom. So, I guess you could say I wrote a letter to my ex-stepgrandma. I made dinner. I did dishes. And then my husband offered to leave.
With the kids.
To get me a coffee.
IS HE NOT THE GREATEST, EVER?!
I'm sorry, he's not for sale.
well, how much you talkin'?
Who knew!?
I won't say it was easy, 'cause it wasn't.
My fingers may or may not have twitched all day.
I got stuff done. I spent time with my girls. I read a book. I read the Book. I wrote a letter to my ex-stepdad's mom. So, I guess you could say I wrote a letter to my ex-stepgrandma. I made dinner. I did dishes. And then my husband offered to leave.
With the kids.
To get me a coffee.
IS HE NOT THE GREATEST, EVER?!
I'm sorry, he's not for sale.
well, how much you talkin'?
I'm a Junkie
I've been trying to think of ways to say what I'm about to say in a way that wouldn't make me sound like a total addict but basically there's no gettin' around it.
No, I'm not talking about coffee, even though I'm addicted to it.
Or chocolate, which seems to be addicted to my thighs...
I'm talking about my internet time.
I've gotten rid of the internet a couple of times. I can mentally see some of you nodding your heads. But getting rid of it is sad. And I don't think that if I got rid of it and then got it back that they'd give it to me for the $4.95 they have my rate at now.
There's an obvious lack of discipline on my part. I know. It's embarrassing. But this black box people, is my outlet to the world! It's my way of talking to people over the age of 3. Women who understand me! Or at least pretend to...
Yesterday I decided that I'd ask Josh to put a password on the computer, so that I can't use it all day. If I get up early in the morning (like now) I can be on or after he's home from work. He just kinda looked at me. We discussed that it'd give me some down time after he's home from work to be online, email, blog, MySpace, Facebook, Twitter...all those things that consume me during the day.
I hate that about me. That I can't just be on and be done. I have to be on to check this and that and then this and that, again and again...um and again. You just never know, someone might have commented! or sent me an email! or twittered! You just never know!!!
Anywho. There it is.
I'm an online junkie.
Who will now only get her fix in the wee hours of the morning if she can pull her lazy bones outta bed or in the evening.
No, I'm not talking about coffee, even though I'm addicted to it.
Or chocolate, which seems to be addicted to my thighs...
I'm talking about my internet time.
I've gotten rid of the internet a couple of times. I can mentally see some of you nodding your heads. But getting rid of it is sad. And I don't think that if I got rid of it and then got it back that they'd give it to me for the $4.95 they have my rate at now.
There's an obvious lack of discipline on my part. I know. It's embarrassing. But this black box people, is my outlet to the world! It's my way of talking to people over the age of 3. Women who understand me! Or at least pretend to...
Yesterday I decided that I'd ask Josh to put a password on the computer, so that I can't use it all day. If I get up early in the morning (like now) I can be on or after he's home from work. He just kinda looked at me. We discussed that it'd give me some down time after he's home from work to be online, email, blog, MySpace, Facebook, Twitter...all those things that consume me during the day.
I hate that about me. That I can't just be on and be done. I have to be on to check this and that and then this and that, again and again...um and again. You just never know, someone might have commented! or sent me an email! or twittered! You just never know!!!
Anywho. There it is.
I'm an online junkie.
Who will now only get her fix in the wee hours of the morning if she can pull her lazy bones outta bed or in the evening.
Monday, December 15, 2008
For all the men I know
Dear Husband of mine and husband of all my friends, family and loved ones,
This short video will help your kind.
You can thank me later.
Love,
Sarah
This short video will help your kind.
You can thank me later.
Love,
Sarah
Freezing my Assets
It's official.
Winter is here.
And all I can think about is Summer. Shorts, tank tops, flips and a sunset at 9 pm.
I've never enjoyed winter and I've never enjoyed being cold. I don't like snow, except to look at it. I hate being in it, hate driving in it.
My sister lived in Montana for three years (thankfully she's back in the valley) she told me last night that she checked Butte's forecast. A low of -37 and a high of -6. Um, no thanks.
The wind is blowing like crazy. It's miserable outside.
All I can think about is how my husband works outdoors, his boots have holes and cracks in them and his 2009 Kenworth that he drives...well, the heater doesn't blow on his feet. He tells me this morning, "I'll be fine, really. It's not that big of a deal."
He's amazing.
So, while he's out there freezing his assets, I'm stoking the fire and thinking of ways I can bless him when he comes home.
Any ideas? Well, besides the obvious... ;)
Winter is here.
And all I can think about is Summer. Shorts, tank tops, flips and a sunset at 9 pm.
I've never enjoyed winter and I've never enjoyed being cold. I don't like snow, except to look at it. I hate being in it, hate driving in it.
My sister lived in Montana for three years (thankfully she's back in the valley) she told me last night that she checked Butte's forecast. A low of -37 and a high of -6. Um, no thanks.
The wind is blowing like crazy. It's miserable outside.
All I can think about is how my husband works outdoors, his boots have holes and cracks in them and his 2009 Kenworth that he drives...well, the heater doesn't blow on his feet. He tells me this morning, "I'll be fine, really. It's not that big of a deal."
He's amazing.
So, while he's out there freezing his assets, I'm stoking the fire and thinking of ways I can bless him when he comes home.
Any ideas? Well, besides the obvious... ;)
Friday, December 12, 2008
Simplify and enJOY
I think this Christmas many of us are simplifying.
Yes?
No?
I know that many in my family are. I know that I am.
A simple way that I am simplifying Christmas at our home this year: Gift wrap. I bought a large roll from Costco a few years back that seems to be the never ending roll of gift wrap. It's double-sided and simple.
So, this year, that's the only wrap I'm using. In years past I'd pull out all 397 rolls that I have and wrap each person's gift in a different paper and I'd want to pull out all my hair and yours, too, if you were standing next to me.
I know it seems like such a simple thing to do but it's amazing how little mess I made in the whole wrapping process spiel. I'm all about the wrapping of the gifts, I just don't like the clean up part. This eliminated my huge mess and made the wrapping and clean up enJOYable.
And I'm all about adding some JOY to my household.
Two nights ago I told Josh I'm more excited for this Christmas than I've been for the last few Christmases.
"Why? You don't even have any gifts."
I know he knows the true meaning of CHRISTmas. I know he knows it's not about the gifts but about celebrating the birth of Jesus our Savior. But he knows I love me some presents! =) This year it's been so different. Deciding to only purchase gifts we could afford has made this Christmas season so much more enJOYable. And I'm really excited about it. I dunno...
So, what are you doing to simplify this Christmas? What are you doing to add JOY this season to your household?
Yes?
No?
I know that many in my family are. I know that I am.
A simple way that I am simplifying Christmas at our home this year: Gift wrap. I bought a large roll from Costco a few years back that seems to be the never ending roll of gift wrap. It's double-sided and simple.
So, this year, that's the only wrap I'm using. In years past I'd pull out all 397 rolls that I have and wrap each person's gift in a different paper and I'd want to pull out all my hair and yours, too, if you were standing next to me.
I know it seems like such a simple thing to do but it's amazing how little mess I made in the whole wrapping process spiel. I'm all about the wrapping of the gifts, I just don't like the clean up part. This eliminated my huge mess and made the wrapping and clean up enJOYable.
And I'm all about adding some JOY to my household.
Two nights ago I told Josh I'm more excited for this Christmas than I've been for the last few Christmases.
"Why? You don't even have any gifts."
I know he knows the true meaning of CHRISTmas. I know he knows it's not about the gifts but about celebrating the birth of Jesus our Savior. But he knows I love me some presents! =) This year it's been so different. Deciding to only purchase gifts we could afford has made this Christmas season so much more enJOYable. And I'm really excited about it. I dunno...
So, what are you doing to simplify this Christmas? What are you doing to add JOY this season to your household?
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
The Christmas Card you're getting
Is there baby announcement etiquette? Thinking instead of sending out Christmas cards this year, I'll send out the baby announcements I made for the baby I had seven months ago.
Yep, that's what I'm thinking.
"Merry Christmas, we had a baby...seven months ago! in case you didn't know!"
I mean, really, that basically sums up our life this year.
Yep, that's what I'm thinking.
"Merry Christmas, we had a baby...seven months ago! in case you didn't know!"
I mean, really, that basically sums up our life this year.
Tuesday, December 09, 2008
Just one bra this morning, thankyouverymuch
I'm only wearing one but it's the second one I put on.
The first one broke.
It's a tough job holdin' these girls up.
I didn't realize that yesterday's post made me seem so down and out. But by all of your loving comments (thank you for them, thank you for loving me and encouraging me) I realized that uh, maybe there's something wrong with me.
There isn't.
Not any more so than normal. The word normal always makes me laugh when I use it. Just doesn't seem natural coming from me.
Sometimes this blog is hard to maintain, maybe maintain isn't the right word. Sometimes it's hard to know if it's okay to write that. That, as in, whatever I feel like. I put a level of pressure on myself that I really shouldn't I suppose. I have family that come here and read. Mostly Josh's family. And sometimes I wonder, "should I write that? what will they think?" After 12 years of me, though, I'm not sure anything surprises them anymore. =)
But I started this online journal in hopes that maybe my transparency would help someone else. Another girl who may be walking a similar path. Heck, a lot of the time it just helps me. I see the muck and I realize I need to take it to Jesus. Sometimes I do, most times I don't. I'm really good at trying to fix me myself. I'm not good at it, I'm just good at trying.
Barb asked when I find time to write. The answer...when the kids are screaming and this is my only thread of sanity. =) KIDDING! sorta... I try to write when they nap. Or, like now, Jaylee is watching Curious George. She gets half an hour of TV in the morning and I can either do some quick chores around the house or sit on my rear and blog. I'm choosing the latter today.
Giordi's comment about homeschooling cracked me up. It's obvious that we went to church with some homeschoolers that may be just weren't so well rounded. We've definitely all seen it. Home schooled, public schooled, private schooled... When I home school the girls it won't just be the subjects I know, otherwise all their lessons will be about is why the Christmas tree should never go up, or... here is how you decorate your bloggy for the holidays. I'll learn math. I'll learn sentence structure. And hopefully I'll get learned enough to teach it. Cringing yet?!
My discontent as far as staying at home is my own deal. The days I feel that way are the days I've let myself get behind on chores or haven't showered first thing or brushed my teeth right away. I don't know why I let myself think that if I worked outside the home that miraculously my world would be perfect. I mean, hello! I'd for sure have to brush my teeth right away! I can't keep up with stuff and I'm home all day. The women who do both, amaze me. I'm learning if I get dressed immediately, brush my teeth, put a smile on my face and ask the Lord for His help, that my day is amazingly brighter. Dishes will always be there, so will laundry and the kids...but just taking a couple steps first thing in the morning, makes a world of difference in my attitude.
I know moms/women who seem sooo put together. I compare myself to them often. I don't compare the stuff we have because that's not what I'm after. I don't care about the stuff. I just want to know how she got four kids out the door with matching shoes (hers and theirs) and hair that isn't sticking up (again, hers and theirs!) and how the hay she's looking happy and calm with lipstick on her lips and mascara on her eyelashes. I wear those things too but sometimes I start to put the lipstick on my eyelids and mascara...well... Anyway, I just don't believe we all have it all together all the time. We don't. As women. As mothers. And if it looks like we do, who we trying to fool? Maybe it's just me....
I put the Ugly Sarah on the blog because that's me. I have good days. And I have bad days.
Today...thank You, Lord, is a good day.
But it's not even 9 am. Let's give 'er a bit. =)
The first one broke.
It's a tough job holdin' these girls up.
I didn't realize that yesterday's post made me seem so down and out. But by all of your loving comments (thank you for them, thank you for loving me and encouraging me) I realized that uh, maybe there's something wrong with me.
There isn't.
Not any more so than normal. The word normal always makes me laugh when I use it. Just doesn't seem natural coming from me.
Sometimes this blog is hard to maintain, maybe maintain isn't the right word. Sometimes it's hard to know if it's okay to write that. That, as in, whatever I feel like. I put a level of pressure on myself that I really shouldn't I suppose. I have family that come here and read. Mostly Josh's family. And sometimes I wonder, "should I write that? what will they think?" After 12 years of me, though, I'm not sure anything surprises them anymore. =)
But I started this online journal in hopes that maybe my transparency would help someone else. Another girl who may be walking a similar path. Heck, a lot of the time it just helps me. I see the muck and I realize I need to take it to Jesus. Sometimes I do, most times I don't. I'm really good at trying to fix me myself. I'm not good at it, I'm just good at trying.
Barb asked when I find time to write. The answer...when the kids are screaming and this is my only thread of sanity. =) KIDDING! sorta... I try to write when they nap. Or, like now, Jaylee is watching Curious George. She gets half an hour of TV in the morning and I can either do some quick chores around the house or sit on my rear and blog. I'm choosing the latter today.
Giordi's comment about homeschooling cracked me up. It's obvious that we went to church with some homeschoolers that may be just weren't so well rounded. We've definitely all seen it. Home schooled, public schooled, private schooled... When I home school the girls it won't just be the subjects I know, otherwise all their lessons will be about is why the Christmas tree should never go up, or... here is how you decorate your bloggy for the holidays. I'll learn math. I'll learn sentence structure. And hopefully I'll get learned enough to teach it. Cringing yet?!
My discontent as far as staying at home is my own deal. The days I feel that way are the days I've let myself get behind on chores or haven't showered first thing or brushed my teeth right away. I don't know why I let myself think that if I worked outside the home that miraculously my world would be perfect. I mean, hello! I'd for sure have to brush my teeth right away! I can't keep up with stuff and I'm home all day. The women who do both, amaze me. I'm learning if I get dressed immediately, brush my teeth, put a smile on my face and ask the Lord for His help, that my day is amazingly brighter. Dishes will always be there, so will laundry and the kids...but just taking a couple steps first thing in the morning, makes a world of difference in my attitude.
I know moms/women who seem sooo put together. I compare myself to them often. I don't compare the stuff we have because that's not what I'm after. I don't care about the stuff. I just want to know how she got four kids out the door with matching shoes (hers and theirs) and hair that isn't sticking up (again, hers and theirs!) and how the hay she's looking happy and calm with lipstick on her lips and mascara on her eyelashes. I wear those things too but sometimes I start to put the lipstick on my eyelids and mascara...well... Anyway, I just don't believe we all have it all together all the time. We don't. As women. As mothers. And if it looks like we do, who we trying to fool? Maybe it's just me....
I put the Ugly Sarah on the blog because that's me. I have good days. And I have bad days.
Today...thank You, Lord, is a good day.
But it's not even 9 am. Let's give 'er a bit. =)
Monday, December 08, 2008
A list of everything that seems so important but I know when I look back on it in a few months
...it won't be.
Jaylee had pizza and cottage cheese for lunch today because I'm amazing at whipping up a healthy lunch. I turn around and Alison has cottage cheese all over her mouth. Yes, Jaylee was feeding her. No, I didn't ask her to.
Monday is garbage day. I love garbage day. Love when someone comes to pick up my junk and haul it away. I always hope that my inner junk will leave on Mondays as well but it never seems to.
I'm gaining weight on a weekly basis and I don't know why or how. I'm thinking the scale may be leaving next Monday.
Jaylee gets two presents for Christmas this year. A McDonald's cash register and some Play-Doh. We spent $13 on her. We spent none on Alison, she doesn't know any better, right? I'm trying not to feel like a bad mom because my kids have so little. It's not about the gifts, right?!?
I've been discontented with my SAHM status. Sometimes I just want to dress up and go to work and feel needed.
The Christmas tree is plaguing me. I hate that thing. 17 days til Christmas and I'm not sure that thing will make it that long. She may come down 16 days early.
My spiritual life is being attacked. I only notice this when I'm reading my Bible. It's amazing how smoothly things seem to go when I'm riding the fence. However, I'm never more bluuhhck as when I'm not reading God's Word.
I don't know what bluuhhck means.
I put on two bras this morning.
I haven't brushed my teeth.
I had a "date" with Josh on Friday but I'm not sure he was there. Or maybe I wasn't there. I don't know. I just know it wasn't what I was expecting and I'm sad. Sad that I didn't try harder to make it more fun. Sad that I had too high of expectations.
There are no dirty clothes in the laundry basket. Everything is folded. I'm just needing to put it away. I'm actually looking forward to it this time. Fancy that.
The average temperature in our house now that the woodstove is in here...76*. I get cold at 70 now.
Wintertime is not my friend. The cold and dark make me lonely and sad and Lord knows I have enough issues with that during Summer that Winter is no help of mine!
I think it's been five months since I've seen my grandpa and I don't feel bad about it. I feel bad that I don't feel bad.
I haven't had a good night's sleep in about 10 months. Think I'm sleep walking most everyday.
Shadow just rubbed his cold wet nose on my arm and is trying to hand me a rag. I don't like his cold wet nose.
Josh went to work this morning and I was reminded about his faithfulness to go to work each day to provide this wonderful life that I live. I don't show or tell him enough how thankful I am.
I may change that up this evening...
There was a Mennonite family at church on Sunday. I've always wanted to be like them. I don't know why. I loved their head coverings. I loved their dresses.
I signed myself up for a Beth Moore study on Esther at the church I went to in high school. I'm excited for it. I'm not sure if I'm more excited for the study or the 2.5 hours of free childcare.
Think anyone would notice if I just dropped the kids off and didn't attend the study?
The Christmas tree is still bugging me.
I want to go on a family vacation. STAT.
It's my heart's desire to homeschool my girls. Today, I was impatient with Jaylee when she tried to help me sweep the kitchen floor. How will I ever be able to teach her anything?
I'm struggling with certain areas of conviction lately. Books, movies, music, etc. What is and isn't okay? Ugh.
Alison is squealing with delight at seeing her shadow on the wall. She cracks me up. I still haven't come to terms with the fact that she has teeth and crawls. What happened to being a baby?!
Life in my nut shell.
Jaylee had pizza and cottage cheese for lunch today because I'm amazing at whipping up a healthy lunch. I turn around and Alison has cottage cheese all over her mouth. Yes, Jaylee was feeding her. No, I didn't ask her to.
Monday is garbage day. I love garbage day. Love when someone comes to pick up my junk and haul it away. I always hope that my inner junk will leave on Mondays as well but it never seems to.
I'm gaining weight on a weekly basis and I don't know why or how. I'm thinking the scale may be leaving next Monday.
Jaylee gets two presents for Christmas this year. A McDonald's cash register and some Play-Doh. We spent $13 on her. We spent none on Alison, she doesn't know any better, right? I'm trying not to feel like a bad mom because my kids have so little. It's not about the gifts, right?!?
I've been discontented with my SAHM status. Sometimes I just want to dress up and go to work and feel needed.
The Christmas tree is plaguing me. I hate that thing. 17 days til Christmas and I'm not sure that thing will make it that long. She may come down 16 days early.
My spiritual life is being attacked. I only notice this when I'm reading my Bible. It's amazing how smoothly things seem to go when I'm riding the fence. However, I'm never more bluuhhck as when I'm not reading God's Word.
I don't know what bluuhhck means.
I put on two bras this morning.
I haven't brushed my teeth.
I had a "date" with Josh on Friday but I'm not sure he was there. Or maybe I wasn't there. I don't know. I just know it wasn't what I was expecting and I'm sad. Sad that I didn't try harder to make it more fun. Sad that I had too high of expectations.
There are no dirty clothes in the laundry basket. Everything is folded. I'm just needing to put it away. I'm actually looking forward to it this time. Fancy that.
The average temperature in our house now that the woodstove is in here...76*. I get cold at 70 now.
Wintertime is not my friend. The cold and dark make me lonely and sad and Lord knows I have enough issues with that during Summer that Winter is no help of mine!
I think it's been five months since I've seen my grandpa and I don't feel bad about it. I feel bad that I don't feel bad.
I haven't had a good night's sleep in about 10 months. Think I'm sleep walking most everyday.
Shadow just rubbed his cold wet nose on my arm and is trying to hand me a rag. I don't like his cold wet nose.
Josh went to work this morning and I was reminded about his faithfulness to go to work each day to provide this wonderful life that I live. I don't show or tell him enough how thankful I am.
I may change that up this evening...
There was a Mennonite family at church on Sunday. I've always wanted to be like them. I don't know why. I loved their head coverings. I loved their dresses.
I signed myself up for a Beth Moore study on Esther at the church I went to in high school. I'm excited for it. I'm not sure if I'm more excited for the study or the 2.5 hours of free childcare.
Think anyone would notice if I just dropped the kids off and didn't attend the study?
The Christmas tree is still bugging me.
I want to go on a family vacation. STAT.
It's my heart's desire to homeschool my girls. Today, I was impatient with Jaylee when she tried to help me sweep the kitchen floor. How will I ever be able to teach her anything?
I'm struggling with certain areas of conviction lately. Books, movies, music, etc. What is and isn't okay? Ugh.
Alison is squealing with delight at seeing her shadow on the wall. She cracks me up. I still haven't come to terms with the fact that she has teeth and crawls. What happened to being a baby?!
Life in my nut shell.
Thursday, December 04, 2008
A Picture of my Laundry Pile
Yes, along with being a great wife, fantastic mother, loving friend...daughter, sister, I am an artist through and through.
You can quit laughing now.
If you can't read it very well, click on the picture. It'll blow 'er up for ya.
Wednesday, December 03, 2008
Just one more reason to love her
She may be the girl who stole my boyfriend in high school but we've come a long way since then and Saturday, when she came over, I found yet another reason I love Melissa.
She brings me coffee. She brings Jaylee a hot chocolate. I mean, really, how can I not love her?! We're chatting. Because y'all know we're amazing at that. And then I had an itch on my knee. I wasn't able to scratch it through my jeans.
I start to pull up my pant leg and midway I remember, I haven't shaved my legs in about 5 weeks.
I'm wondering if I should be embarrassed or not.
She quickly relieves my fears by lifting one of her pant legs. Revealing her unshaven legs too.
I love this chick.
And I really hope it's okay that I shared with the rest of the class that she doesn't shave her legs in the winter either. Guess I'll find out...
She brings me coffee. She brings Jaylee a hot chocolate. I mean, really, how can I not love her?! We're chatting. Because y'all know we're amazing at that. And then I had an itch on my knee. I wasn't able to scratch it through my jeans.
I start to pull up my pant leg and midway I remember, I haven't shaved my legs in about 5 weeks.
I'm wondering if I should be embarrassed or not.
She quickly relieves my fears by lifting one of her pant legs. Revealing her unshaven legs too.
I love this chick.
And I really hope it's okay that I shared with the rest of the class that she doesn't shave her legs in the winter either. Guess I'll find out...Tuesday, December 02, 2008
Cutest Baby, Ever!
So, maybe I'm biased but still...this kid is cute.
It's official. She moves. She crawls. She'll be 7 months old on Thursday and already is on the go. This is the baby that took Josh and me two years to decide we wanted. We just weren't sure we could love another baby as much as we love Jaylee. Oh, how silly it was to think that. She's the baby that still doesn't sleep through the night. (Woe is me) She's the baby that cried almost non-stop for about two months. The Lord knew my breaking point and answered many prayers. She's the girl who loves to eat. And eat. And eat. (gets that from me) She can be crying and smiling at the same time and from what I've been told, she gets this from her daddy. She's spoiled. I admit it. And man am I mad at myself for it. She has rolls upon rolls on her little legs (gets this from me, too.)
Even though she's terribly naughty most of the time, I can't get enough. It's amazing to me that even though she has tested me beyond what I feel are my limits, I'll sit at 2 am, feeding her, and thinking that yes, I could have another baby. How is that possible when many days I feel I should be wearing a straight jacket?!
I love this kid. I really do.
Monday, December 01, 2008
Showin' off my Ugly
Today my SIL came over to help me with my living room. I'm constantly rearranging the place. I can never find just the right place for all my junk. Usually the living room has a cluttered closed in feel to it and that makes me feel crazy. Or...crazier.
Denise's home has a very open, clean line feel. It's open yet cozy. Know what I mean? There are plenty of homes that are free of clutter and stuff but almost feel sterile. I don't want that feel in my living room so I tend to put as much stuff in it as possible.
In the process of moving furniture around we had to go into one of the rooms of my house to get another couch. Right now that room is becoming a scrapbook/laundry room. But at the moment it looks like a hurricane of clothes threw up all over it. Clothes. Ev-er-y-where!
Embarrassing.
Okay. Beyond embarrassing.
Some were dirty clothes that had piled up from my week last week. Most were clean clothes that had piled up because I'm really good at washing and drying said clothes. It's the whole FAPA (fold and put away) part that I blow at.
Basically I wanted to twitch my nose and have all the clothes disappear so Denise wouldn't be able to see them. I hated that she saw that nasty part of me. The part that isn't so good at the whole home-makery deal. She was given a glimpse into my world. And I'm not sure she'll ever be the same!
It made me think about how I try to hide my ugliness from God. I want to shut the door on all the bad stuff and just let Him see good Sarah. I don't think Denise loves me any less because I'm bad at laundry. And I know God doesn't love me any less because of it either. But exposing this ugly area of my life was good for me, it kinda felt freeing to be like, "yep, I suck at laundry and keeping this room in any kind of order but HERE IT IS!" I'm not saying it's going to change overnight but I definitely want to start working on it.
Denise's home has a very open, clean line feel. It's open yet cozy. Know what I mean? There are plenty of homes that are free of clutter and stuff but almost feel sterile. I don't want that feel in my living room so I tend to put as much stuff in it as possible.
In the process of moving furniture around we had to go into one of the rooms of my house to get another couch. Right now that room is becoming a scrapbook/laundry room. But at the moment it looks like a hurricane of clothes threw up all over it. Clothes. Ev-er-y-where!
Embarrassing.
Okay. Beyond embarrassing.
Some were dirty clothes that had piled up from my week last week. Most were clean clothes that had piled up because I'm really good at washing and drying said clothes. It's the whole FAPA (fold and put away) part that I blow at.
Basically I wanted to twitch my nose and have all the clothes disappear so Denise wouldn't be able to see them. I hated that she saw that nasty part of me. The part that isn't so good at the whole home-makery deal. She was given a glimpse into my world. And I'm not sure she'll ever be the same!
It made me think about how I try to hide my ugliness from God. I want to shut the door on all the bad stuff and just let Him see good Sarah. I don't think Denise loves me any less because I'm bad at laundry. And I know God doesn't love me any less because of it either. But exposing this ugly area of my life was good for me, it kinda felt freeing to be like, "yep, I suck at laundry and keeping this room in any kind of order but HERE IT IS!" I'm not saying it's going to change overnight but I definitely want to start working on it.
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