Thursday, August 20, 2009
I LOVA MY MAN!
Why do I love my husband so much? Because he spends hours (literally) putting together new treasures for me (although he DID say tonight's treasure hasn't been as bad as some in the past). Not to mention the fact that he will spend his whole Saturday going from DI to DI (I think we hit about six in one day) and consignment shop to consignment shop (about four, the same day) to find treasures (yes, treasures!) with me. Everything to me is a treasure right now.....if it's old and can be spray painted or crafted in some way, I'll happily play with it! I'll post pics soon of what I'm talking about (and yes, I'll post some pics of the house, I promise!) but I LOVA my man! Thanks bubs for putting up with me and my crazy ideas! AND for not questioning me too much on why one old side table won't work as well as another, I know, I'm crazy!
Wednesday, August 5, 2009
DIFFERENT TRIPS TO THE SAME PLACE
By Diane Armitage printed in the April 21, 1995 "Dear Abby" column.
Deciding to have a baby is like planning a trip to Australia. You've heard it's a wonderful place; you've read many guidebooks and feel certain you're ready to go. Everyone you know has traveled there by plane. They say it can be a turbulent flight with occasional rough landings, but you can look forward to being pampered on the trip.
So you go to the airport and ask the ticket agent for a ticket to Australia. All around you, excited people are boarding planes for Australia. It seems there is no seat for you; you'll have to wait for the next flight. Impatient, but anticipating a wonderful trip, you wait--and wait--and wait.
Flights to Australia continue to come and go. People say silly things like, "Relax. You'll get on a flight soon." Other people actually get on a plane and then cancel their trip, to which you cry, "It's not fair!"
After a long time the ticket agent tells you, "I'm sorry; we're not going to be able to get you on a plane to Australia. Perhaps you should think about going by boat."
"By BOAT!" you say. "Going by boat will take a very long time and it costs a great deal of money. I really had my heart set on going by plane." So you go home and think about not going to Australia at all. You wonder if Australia will be as beautiful if you approach it by sea rather than air. But you have long dreamed of this wonderful place, and finally you decide to travel by boat.
It is a long trip, many months over many rough seas. No one pampers you. You wonder if you will ever see Australia. Meanwhile, your friends have flown back and forth to Australia two or three more times, marveling about each trip.
Then one glorious day, the boat docks in Australia. It is more exquisite than you ever imagined, and the beauty is magnified by your long days at sea. You have made many wonderful friends during your voyage, and you find yourself comparing stories with others who also traveled by sea rather than by air.
People continue to fly to Australia as often as they like, but you are about to travel only once, perhaps twice. Some say things like, "Oh, be glad you didn't fly. My flight was horrible; traveling by sea is so easy."
You will always wonder what it would have been like to fly to Australia. Still, you know God blessed you with a special appreciation of Australia, and the beauty of Australia is not in the way you get there, but in the place itself.
THANK YOU Cristel....like I said in my last post, I have some of the bestest friends. I &hearts you guys!
Deciding to have a baby is like planning a trip to Australia. You've heard it's a wonderful place; you've read many guidebooks and feel certain you're ready to go. Everyone you know has traveled there by plane. They say it can be a turbulent flight with occasional rough landings, but you can look forward to being pampered on the trip.
So you go to the airport and ask the ticket agent for a ticket to Australia. All around you, excited people are boarding planes for Australia. It seems there is no seat for you; you'll have to wait for the next flight. Impatient, but anticipating a wonderful trip, you wait--and wait--and wait.
Flights to Australia continue to come and go. People say silly things like, "Relax. You'll get on a flight soon." Other people actually get on a plane and then cancel their trip, to which you cry, "It's not fair!"
After a long time the ticket agent tells you, "I'm sorry; we're not going to be able to get you on a plane to Australia. Perhaps you should think about going by boat."
"By BOAT!" you say. "Going by boat will take a very long time and it costs a great deal of money. I really had my heart set on going by plane." So you go home and think about not going to Australia at all. You wonder if Australia will be as beautiful if you approach it by sea rather than air. But you have long dreamed of this wonderful place, and finally you decide to travel by boat.
It is a long trip, many months over many rough seas. No one pampers you. You wonder if you will ever see Australia. Meanwhile, your friends have flown back and forth to Australia two or three more times, marveling about each trip.
Then one glorious day, the boat docks in Australia. It is more exquisite than you ever imagined, and the beauty is magnified by your long days at sea. You have made many wonderful friends during your voyage, and you find yourself comparing stories with others who also traveled by sea rather than by air.
People continue to fly to Australia as often as they like, but you are about to travel only once, perhaps twice. Some say things like, "Oh, be glad you didn't fly. My flight was horrible; traveling by sea is so easy."
You will always wonder what it would have been like to fly to Australia. Still, you know God blessed you with a special appreciation of Australia, and the beauty of Australia is not in the way you get there, but in the place itself.
THANK YOU Cristel....like I said in my last post, I have some of the bestest friends. I &hearts you guys!
Monday, August 3, 2009
LIFE
On my Friday night commute I passed a pretty bad accident which for some reason gave me chills as I drove by. I told Alan when I got home there was no way the driver got out alive. I was right....the next day on the news they covered the accident and the driver did die. When I got to work this morning one of the girls I work with (who I also happened to go to high school with) told me the driver of the car was a kid I actually grew up with. I haven't seen or talked to him since high school, but when someone you grew up with dies (and who is your same age), it truly makes you think. I got on facebook tonight to look at his profile and it turns out it's NOT the kid I went to high school with. They just happen to have the same name, are the same age and live not too far from one another. While I'm glad to know the kid I grew up with is okay, my heart goes out to the other family. They had two little girls, one of which was in the car during the accident. According to the newspaper she's fine, but it still gives me chills. I was talking to Alan the other day and told him that we REALLY need to get life insurance, just in case. This accident sort of hit home.....life is so precious and you never know when it might be your (or a loved ones) time to go. You can never take anything for granted and although times can be tough and life can seem so discouraging, there is so much we (and by that I mean me) are blessed with. For all my friends and loved ones out there, I love you. I should say it more often, but I have some of the bestest family and friends in the world. I also have (being a little biased here) the bestest husband in the world. Live life to the fullest and enjoy every minute of it. Time is a VERY precious thing. Love you all!
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