2011

Well as of tonight at 12:00 2010 has ended. 

no more.

all gone.

over and done.

will not see it later.

no chance to redo anything in it.

as of 12:00 2011 has begun.

fresh and new.

no blemishes yet.

a blank canvas.

365 days with no sadness, no mistakes...yet (is it a leap year, that would give us 366)

According to the Mayans it's the last year we have before the destruction of the earth as we know it.

I don't believe them.

I believe that God is in control of the life of this world we live in.

He said we will not know the day or the hour of Christ's return, he said nothing about how we have to worry and stress about the end of the world.

there are people, I am sure, that believe this is it.

2011 is our last year.

they are probably going to spend their year either preparing for the destruction and making sure they have all the resources to survive whatever is left.

OR they are going to live however they want, enjoying this last year before the end.

as Christ followers we do not have to worry about the Mayan calendar - we are not to worry about tomorrow. 

we do not know the hour or the day of Christ's return.

What if Christ decides to return tonight as the ball drops at midnight?



just liked this picture :)

Merry Christmas

O Holy Night

the stars are brightly shining

this is the night

of our dear Savior's birth.

Merry Christmas!

not happy holidays, not season's greetings...not even happy festivus.

(but if you're a Seinfeld fan, have a Happy Festivus)

I wish you a Merry Christmas.

I celebrate Christ's birthday.

so I wish you a very Merry Christmas.

Happy birthday Jesus!

or in the words of the song I knew from our Sunshine and Snowflakes record:

Happy birthday baby jesus

even when your birthday's through

all year long i'll remember

to sing happy birthday to you.

WHY?

Forgiveness.... reconciliation.... grace....

are these just words Christians throw out to people because they are the 'right' thing to say.

do people truly believe them when they say they are needed for everyone?

or are there limits as to who those should be given to?

i understand the "we're only human and we screw up" line.  But if we're seriously striving to follow Jesus Christ's example don't we need to truly strive to bless others and ourselves with forgiveness, reconciliation and grace - in as much as we're able to humanly do - and to trust that the Lord will give us the strength to mean it and to do the rest of the work in our own hearts and the hearts of others??

yes we're human....

yes we screw up...

so why, when a person screws up and is completely, genuinely, humbly apologetic for the mess up, WHY do we make them feel even more like shit?

Why do we hold it against them and make them fight their way back to acceptance? 

Why do we make them feel as though they are the only ones who have ever messed up? 

Why do we make them feel ALONE?

if they are genuinely asking for forgiveness (I'm not getting into a situation where someone isn't remorseful) why can't we try to give them that? 

why must we make ourselves feel 'high-and-mighty'?

why do we avoid them in the streets or halls and not even acknowledge their existence?

why do we turn our eyes away with hopes that they didn't see us glance at them?

what happened to forgiveness?

what happened to reconciliation?

what happened to grace?

or are those things only something God can bestow on someone?

when someone asks for forgiveness.. when someone apologizes.. when someone acknowledges having messed up...

how is it 'helping them heal' by turning away from them.

if you're hurt by them, then understandably, there's healing on your side too; but for both your sakes - and both your healing... if paths are crossed make eye contact and acknowledge.  

(conversation isn't needed, hugs aren't needed, even a big welcoming smile isn't needed... but making the other feel like a leper isn't going to help anyone.)

I don't recall in the Scriptures where Christ walked by and avoided a person because they had messed up their life more than He could handle,(and I happen to believe He would have been hurt by a lot of these people.) 

forgiveness isn't an option.

reconciliation isn't an option. 

grace isn't an option.

not if you're truly striving to be like Christ.

in as much as we can humanly do those three things.  Christ needs to take care of the rest. 

Someone who is genuinely remorseful, can be forgiven by Christ and the wrongs 'forgotten'. 

why then, do we as humans feel the need to make sure to remind others of their screw ups - small or large. 

God can raise people from the dead.

God could forgive Paul - a killer of Christians.

God heals the lame, makes the blind see...

God can give the strength to forgive, to heal...

He created the earth, the seas, the living creatures, etc in SIX days, I think He can help us forgive, reconcile and give someone grace. 

i am working on these things daily, and I understand they're not easy, if I try to do them by myself.. sometimes I don't want to do them, but i have learned over the last year just how important and healing these can be when i get out of my self-focused little bubble and realize how needed they are for my own healing and for other's healing. 

no one should feel shunned by people who call themselves Christ followers, if they have seen their wrongs and now attempt to right their wrongs and mistakes. 

followers of Christ?

what does that really mean to you? 

Christmas music

I used to start playing Christmas music as soon as it got cold out.

Then I started playing it when the stores got out their Christmas stuff 

(it didn't used to be at halloween time)

Then I started playing it after US Thanksgiving - it made more sense to me.

now I don't want to hear it until at earliest - Dec 1st.

I'm listening to the radio, Life 98.9 right now, and it is Christmas music all day.

(sunday was a day of praise and worhip with some Christmas music thrown in)

I am not a fan of that much Christmas music.. 

I miss the regular 'Christian' music.  

i get annoyed with the same carols over and over just by different artists.  

variety is not there.  and some of them I find quite boring or just plain annoying. 

I wish it would be a mix. 

I wish we could have the regular music with some carols. 

"Switch the station or put on some other music" you say.

I do. 

when I get annoyed enough i do - or i just turn it off completely.

or I just put on Sharon, Lois or Bram and dance around with the kids to the Elephant song.

Some of the non-traditional Christmas music are really good - and they're a nice change.

oh, I am not Scrooge McDuck, I am not the Grinch.

I do love Christmas. 

I love the Santa Claus parade.

I do love the Christmas specials on tv, and wish I would have some of them on dvd - 

i just need to buy my favorites.

I love White Christmas with Bing Crosby.

I love Lampoons Christmas vacation with Chevy Chase, It's a Wonderful Life, Scrooge (B&W version)... 

I love the Christmas story.

I love nativity scenes - although the wise men weren't actually at the stable with the baby.

I love reading the Easter Story at Christmastime to be reminded why Christ even came as a baby, why we have Christmas in the first place.

and I do love Christmas Music.  

just not 24-7. 

this is just me taking time on my blog to write my annoyance at that much repetition of Carols... 

so call me Scrooge if you want, but to me, most carols are sung without depth or emotion being revealed.. they are just sung - the words not really thought of -

now, Jingle Bell Rock (it just came on the radio) is one I don't like much at all - but that's not a real Carol.  

the ones about Christ are the ones I'm talking about. 

 people sing those all the time but don't mean the words or even believe them - they're just Christmas Carols.

O Holy Night is in fact one of my favorites... or What Child is this...and Mary's Boy Child

So, you see I do like the songs - i sang the 12 days of Christmas to the kids at lunch - although I got stuck on days 11 & 12...my true love didn't give me anything on these days - oh well.

I guess I rambled long enough.  

if you made it this far before quitting then Thank You, and I am sorry if you're now confused at the purpose of this entry... if it makes you feel better i am too.

anyway...

Merry Christmas

J@de

I have 5 nephews and 3 nieces. (i hope I counted right)

Today my oldest niece turns 17.

me and J@de

I first met Jade (she prefers to write it J@de) when she was a baby.

I know that sounds like that is the most expected thing, but Jade is in no way blood-related.  

although I think she is.  

Her mom and my brother dated when Jade was a baby and I wanted her to be my niece back then. 

it took a few years but Jade is my niece.  

and I am so glad she is.

Jade is a beautiful young woman with a huge heart.  

She loves everyone.

family is so very important to her.  

friends are the world.  

God is crucial to living. 

I am proud of the young woman she has become.

She is extremely gifted in the arts - drawing, photography, and drama is in her scope too.

She loves music - music is her soul. 

I think she is overlooked too often because she is so willing to give of herself to her family and friends (and as a teen I know it doesn't come across so obviously sometimes)

She is quiet, but funny.

She adores her step-dad, my brother, and loves to go to his comedy shows.  

What a support and encouragement I know she's been to him as he starts off his comedy career.

She loves serving God - even though it is a thankless job a lot of the time.  

(on mission trips, and at camp)

I have a gorgeous niece and i pray often for her.  

I see myself in this girl who joined our family at a young age.  

i adore her.  

She is wise - but doesn't realize it.  

She is absolutely beautiful, but doesn't realize it. 

I am blessed to have her in my life.  

She is an encouragement to me in many ways. 

I pray this next year of her life is full of many unexpected blessings, many friendships strengthening and forming, many dreams accomplished and dreamt. 

Love you J@de. 

helping

today the kids and I made rice krispies squares.

The boy thinks Rice Krispies are the best ever - they are green!!

not fuzzy mouldy green.

but colored green by the kelloggs factory for Christmas.

only some are green, but the green ones were the ones that the boy was excited about.

we made a batch of squares - the kids helped. 

• the girl tried 2 marshmallows - exclaiming both times "don't like".  and then attempting to put the now gross marshmallow into the mix. - - the boy and i successfully stopped her.
• the boy ate about 6 Large marshmallows before i reminded him that eating too many marshmallows may make his tummy sick.
• he helped me put the marshmallows into the pot with the melted butter.
• she tried to grab all the rice krispies.
• he asked multiple times "can I put in the krispies yet?" 
• she successfully grabbed a handful of rice krispies and, after putting some into her mouth, put them into the pan.
• he helped me get those rice krispies out of the pan.
• he poured the rice krispies into the pot for me to mix.
• she played with the sink stopper after tossing a half eaten marshmallow into the drain.
• he licked the spatula with the remaining stuck krispies.

The kids then were so hungry after helping that they needed some green and red rice krispies with some milk.  the boy ate 2 bowls.

What great helpers I have.

The one about MWS' Tweet.

"Church is not a gallery for the self-righteous. it is a shelter for the tired, weak, and impoverished. The outcasts and outsiders." ""It is for those who have examined the darkest corners of their imperfect lives. For those who seek peace, truth, and the greatest of all,.. GOD'S LOVE!!!!!!!!!! "

The other day I was listening to the Christian Station, Life 100.3,  

The dj in the morning read a 'tweet'. 

(I don't use Twitter, and don't really care for it but this one caught my attention)

Michael W Smith, Christian singer, songwriter 'tweeted' the above quote. 

Now I listened to MWS when I was young and loved his music.  

He had great lyrics and fun songs.  

He is now not anywhere near the top of my music interests but he was a huge impact on introducing me to Christians in music.

I honestly still can't believe that he is out there singing and touring, but why not?  

he has a great voice, a hoarde of followers and solid truths to sing about.  

just because I don't listen to him anymore does not mean that he needed to retire - there would be a lot of artists retired if it was all up to who I listened to or not.... 

and it would be a little self-centered of me to think that i was really that important!

anyway, what I was really coming here to write about was his 'tweet'. 

is the church a shelter? somewhere for the tired, outcasts, imperfect?

well i would have to agree with MWS.  

it should be.  

unfortunately for many who have hurt, are hurting, or fall into any of the categories mentioned above, the church has failed. 

and I don't know how to change that.

i can make sure i can do my part.  let's not keep church as the social club it has become. 

does anyone else agree?  disagree? 

MWS, thank you for all you do.  and thank you for your words of inspiration.

My dad's having a birthday.

My dad is having a birthday this weekend.

Hope I remember to call.

I forgot my parent's anniversary - well not completely, I remembered the day before and the day after.

My dad was born in Ireland.  

I am proud to have his Irish heritage.

He is an amazing man. 

He is a man of few words, and when he speaks you listen.  

Partly because you don't want to miss it, and also because he is so quiet spoken.

I don't know if I've ever heard my dad yell.  he is not a loud man, but he doesn't need to be.

I love my dad.

He shows love.

He cares for others.

He respects.

He works hard, and has shown me a great work ethic.

He genuinely cares for and cherishes his wife, kids, grandkids, brothers, sisters, nieces, nephews, his in-laws, and his parents, who have passed on now.

He is always right where someone needs him to be when he is needed.

He has wise advice, all i have to do is ask.

He is funny.

He is selfless.

I thank my dad for the great man he is.  

I love my dad whole-heartedly, and am blessed to have a man like that as my father.

He is always willing to take the babies in the family and walk them around, whistling quietly until they fall asleep - or at least calm down, if upset.

My dad set an amazing example for me, he showed me how a man should be and what I should desire when finding my husband.  

I feel my husband is a lot like my dad, and I am so blessed to have 2 men like that in my life.

I can only ask that my son can see the example set for him by his Papa.

Happy Birthday Dad, I love you.

 check out my brother's blog entry about our dad - 

i think he describes my dad so much better than I do.

Remember

Remember.

we're asked to remember.

we're asked to remember for one day a year.

not fight, not complain, not argue, not hate, not forget.

one day a year we're to stop what we're doing and remember. 

remember the lives given. 

lives were given in many ways. 

Lives that ended. 

Lives that were physically changed by injuries sustained.

Lives that were emotionally and psychologically changed by what they experienced and witnessed.

Lives completely torn apart by the loss of a dear loved one (physically or emotionally).

We need to remember the sacrifices people made.  Normal people. 

These people were/are not superheroes - although I'd say facing what they did/do and standing strong (even when scared) is more heroic than spiderman or batman. 

We need to remember these people who fought in the wars and remember them with honor. 

One day a year we are asked to remember, and be thankful.

I live in a country called Canada.

I am free to love God, and openly worship Him.

I am able to vote and add my voice to the election of our rulers.

I am free to speak my mind (although I don't most of the time).

those are a few things I am free to do because of the millions of men and women who have given their lives for our country. 

Instead of berating the military and what it does, lets remember the people who step up to the plate. (whether you agree with it or not).  People who place themselves in situations i could never imagine. 

I'll be completely honest with you; I struggle remembering anything I learned about the wars - i struggle remembering, and sometimes understanding, why battles are fought.. but I do know one thing.  I am so glad there have been people willing to make the sacrifices made and that has helped make this country what it is today.

I thank the Lord God for our military personnel... i thank the family members who love them and anticipate their return home... I thank the men and women who have died in battles and those who have come home.

each of you have my respect, admiration, and thankfulness.

Let's remember and not forget.

JONES

Alright, I love Jones Soda.

I don't buy it very much - in fact I purchase it only on a rare occassion.

Last night was that rare occassion - and i actually purchased a 12pack - 4 flavors..

I LOVE the Orange and Cream Soda. so yummy!

(that's the extent of my description today - sorry.)

I love the pictures on the bottles and one day I will actually send in a photo and see if they like it enough to put it on a bottle. that'd sure be pretty sweet, in my mind at least.

last night as I opened my bottle of Green Apple Soda I checked out the photo of a tiny guy pushing at the front bumper of a massive truck and anticipated my quote/fortune on the inside of the bottle cap. - - I know it's not a fortune but I like to think of them as that - 

i am also a huge fortune cookie fan too - also purchased seldomly.

in fact i just read the small...ok, tiny, print on the inside of the cap. 

It says they swiped these quotes from fortune cookies.

anyway, i read my 'fortune'.

"Next Week, you should unveil your idea. Be ready to act."

What idea?????

I didn't know that I had a sweet idea in my brain that I was even preparing to unveil. 

I wish I knew what it was. 

I sure hope that i'm ready to unveil it when the time comes. 

and by ready I actually mean that I even know what my idea is.

I'll be ready to act, if I know what idea i have.

I have a feeling that I may have a stressful week if I dwell on this fortune...sigh...

maybe i will just have to sit back, relax, and have another soda.

a love of mine.

Back in July my husband and brother ran a marathon.

This marathon was because my brother, Timmy Boyle, was dreaming and dreaming big. 
One of his dreams to accomplish by the time he turned 37 was to run a marathon. 
Dan never had a dream to run one but he trained anyway and ran it with Tim.

While there my sister-in-law and myself wandered around the 1/2 way point/finish line..
and the arena where there was a pancake breakfast. 
There were a couple women selling photographs. 

Local women who loved photography
- did it as a hobby -
and had been encouraged by friends and family to try selling some of their work. 

They were doing something I loved to do. 
I love taking pictures. 
i don't know if anyone else would want them but I love the photos I take.

Recently Dan has encouraged me to take more pictures... do photo shop stuff to ones I want to...
and who knows, maybe frame and sell some at some point.   
I'd love to get better at photography, and maybe one day get a nice camera..
but i have to get out there and start taking some now...
if I take them enough, and bring some of my work to a farmers market or craft show -
maybe I'll see if there's a point to purchase a better camera...

but a hobby it will be, whether or not anyone else wants the pictures. 

i love it...

i enjoy doing it...

for those reasons I will take photos wherever I see something i want to capture.



Thanksgiving

I hope all my Canadian friends and family had a great Thanksgiving weekend..and I hope all my American friends and family had a great Columbus Day.

Our weekend was really good.  beautiful weather and surrounded by family.

• 2 turkey dinners.  MMMMMMMM I love turkey dinners!
• more work done on the house!
• a hike up our back hill and on a beautiful trail we'd never been before.
• went to church and were reminded to be thankful for all God has blessed us with.
• played a game & ate candy.
• watched my kids play with and enjoy being with their 4 grandparents and their amazing great grandma.

a weekend to be thankful for.

Little Boy's Heaven (photo memories)

This was a special day for kids where we live.

Touch a Truck.

Many big, powerful and exciting trucks, planes and helicopters were accessible for them to look at, get in, touch. 

the boy loved it!!

He loves trailers!

Trucks..trucks..and more trucks!

driving the backhoe loader.

We had such a great morning!  what a great idea.  I believe it was Muskoka Family Focus who put it on.

I have one little boy who was in heaven.

(the girl was too grumpy to enjoy herself)

Wonder and Joy

my kids are full of wonder and joy.

They love life so much, and in turn help me see the wonder and joy in an ordinary day - especially about a plain, ordinary thing.

Today was just such a moment for me.  In fact I wasn't going to blog today until this moment happened.

When the second Night at the Museum movie came out McDonalds had happy meals toys that wound up and moved when a card was put in the slot.  Well, we had 2 of 'Rexy' and 2 of the squirrel.  This morning the boy found one of each but was so upset because he couldn't find 'The Thing'. 

'The Thing' being the card needed to make them move.  So, being the world's most amazing mom, I created my own 'thing'..... with a scrap piece of paper - - folded!

How excited the kids were when I got them to work!!

Fast forward to this afternoon.

The girl is napping and the boy is in his room playing quietly while I check facebook. 

then the squeaky door began to open.

"He cannot have to go again!  he just went poo twice!" I thought, shaking my head, as I heard the footsteps.  He was saying something about 'the thing'.  I looked down the stairs as my very excited, very happy little boy ran into view holding two pieces of 'the thing'...the original card... in his hands. 

"I found the thing for Rexy! I found the thing for Rexy!"  there was honestly pure joy in that child's three year old face.  He was practically giggling as he held them up high for me to see.

We had to find Rexy right away.  We found both squirrels before we finally discovered Rexy hiding on the bottom step. 

Back to quiet play in his room, so content, so happy with himself for finding 2 pieces of the card. 

Back to the computer for me to take a moment and share my pride in my son with the World Wide Web.  I love that little boy, my first-born.  Who takes the time to stop me at times and say "mommy, let's kiss."  just because he wanted me to give him a kiss. 

I love the wonder he has in discovering everything around him. 

I love the awe as he watches the leaves change color and waits for snow to come.

I love his hugs as he wraps his strong little arms around my neck.

I love his stories (even when they're the same ones).

I love his questions (even when they're the same ones).

That's what I have as I watch my kids grow:

Wonder and Joy.



What to Write

So, I have this blog.....
why?
Why do i have this blog anyway? 
honestly, I have no idea. 
What is it about?
I don't know.
I have friends and family who blog about being a stay at home mom, hunting and fishing, the life of a worship pastor, and my brother the comedian blogs about.... well, life as a comedian sees it.  
I was asked the other day what my blog is about, and I said "just me and my life."  How creative is that?!
I honestly don't know what inspired me to blog at all... OK, i do.

have you ever seen the movie Julie and Julia?
I loved it.  it made me want to blog. 
Not about cooking - honestly i do not have a passion for cooking, and no one would want to read about my cooking - I'm a boring cook.
I didn't want people to send me things - food and money like she gets from her readers.  (but I will take money or gifts if people do want to send me some.)
I honestly don't even care if anyone ever reads this blog.

So why am I blogging?

i love to write and my thoughts come out a little better when written - or in this case, typed.
I may not write every day, I may only write when I have an idea i need to get out. 

But for now this is about me. 
my kids.
my husband. 
maybe even my cat.

This will be about my life as I know it.

unless I come up with something more exciting to the world.

     This is Clive.  Named after C.S. Lewis.   Clive Staples Lewis.  This is my cat - well he annoys me a lot so he's really more my husband's cat, but he's the only cat we currently have.

Terry Fox Run

the day finally arrived.
I hadn't run in over 2 weeks...probably closer to 3 weeks, actually, and the furthest I had run was 2.6km, with one attempt at 3km - that one I walked about half of it.  so when I woke up on Sunday Sept 19th I wasn't ready at all.  The weather was absolutely gorgeous, God had blessed the day with beautiful sunshine.  Pulling into the high school parking lot i saw the sign for the run; way up there on the crane truck.  I honestly got so choked up and the tears began to form.  I couldn't cry, this was ridiculous.  No, it wasn't nerves about running it was the fact of what I would be running for.  I had to be able to run 5km.  Terry Fox attempted a marathon every single day during the Marathon of Hope.  5km was honestly the least I could do to do my part.  it was a lot for me, but i would be running with dan and our kids.  he was going to run with me, to help me keep going, AND he would be pushing the jogging stroller with our 3 yr old and 18m old in it.  we registered, handed in our pledge sheet and waited.  I kept looking at the sign. 
The Terry Fox Run.
This year was the 30th anniversary of Terry's run.  1980 - 2010.  I was 5 when he ran.  i don't really remember a lot of memories without being told about them first, but Terry Fox is one I remember.  He was so strong.  Even when he was so sick.  Cancer didn't seem to be everywhere yet.  But now, honestly, I don't know anyone who doesn't have a loved one that cancer has directly affected.  ANY Cancer.  there are so many varieties it is overwhelming when one stops and thinks about it.  it is something that affects us all, and Terry Fox ran to raise awareness and to get closer to a cure one day.  I'm sure from everything he started there are thousands (minimum) who are alive today, beaten their cancer, in remission....  i was going to run 5km in support of the research to help thousands, millions, more.  no wonder I got choked up and teary.
None of us had ever done the run, but dan and I had wanted to for a long time.  the emotions arrived again when they sent the bikers off... it was almost our turn.  the boy wanted to run with us.  he's 3, but he wanted to race.  so we told him he could help daddy push the stroller up the hill (yes we started on a hill) with daddy and when he got tired he could go in with the girl.  So, it was runners and bikers turn.  We were off - in a mass of people.  walkers, kids on bikes, dogs, rollerblades, runners, strollers.... and up the hill we ran - weaving around people to get out of the mass.    the boy ran his hardest up that hill holding the stroller with daddy.  We got to the top and he was tired - into the stroller he got, but I was so proud of that little guy.  off we went.  i did have to slow down and walk a couple times, but dan says it wasn't any longer than a 300m walk, total.  When we got to the top of the hill - the home stretch, the emotions were back - but i still couldn't let them out.  the boy wanted to run down the hill so he got out.   but he was more tired than he thought - he tripped and fell - dan carried that determined little boy down the hill to the end and I pushed the girl down.. Throughout the run when I was slowing and struggling Dan would run ahead of me and run backward wo the kids were facing me.  They would cheer and laugh, it was so great having them help me find it in myself to do something Dan believed I could do.  I finally believed it too.
I had done it!  We had done it!  so exciting!   couldn't believe it was all over though.  next year it's the 10km...i have a year, I can't let myself procrastinate that badly.
Thank you to all the volunteers and everyone that keeps this run going every year!

Running

So, yesterday I ran 2.6km.  not far you say - - you say that if you're a runner.  if you're not one you understand when I say I was happy to be able to run 3/4 of it.  I did walk a few times.  My goal used to be the 10km Terry Fox Run in September.  Now my goal is to do the 5km portion of the Terry Fox run this September.  which when I have never been a runner is a pretty good goal I think.  My husband and brother just ran their first Marathons in July.  the training was crazy! I was happy to be running 1 km and Dan was running 30km.  he is a runner - I am not.  But I'll tell you, I am at least becoming someone who does enjoy going for a run for the fitness/health of it.  and I miss it when I go too long between.  i have no plans to ever do a marathon but I do want to, next year, do the 10km Terry Fox Run.  http://www.terryfox.org/Run/

I watched the people running the half marathon and full marathon in July up at the 'Friendly Massey Marathon', in Massey ON (up near Sudbury and Espanola), and was so impressed and proud that Dan and my brother, Timmy could do it.  Terry Fox could do it - on a prosthetic leg - the least I can do is work up to the 10km run next year. 
I want to run for my health, for the fact that I actually feel really good after I go for a run, so I plan to keep it up even after the TFR in September. 

after having 2 kids I wanted to get back into shape and i have found running is a good way to do it - who knows, maybe I'll end up in even better shape than I was - - i could handle that.

PInk Eye

I Hate Pink Eye.  That's right I said Pink Eye.  this is the first time in my life that i have it, hopefully the last.  I can't do drops, I get nauseous when I have to touch my eye or look deeply into it.  or someone else's for that matter. 
my son, my husband and I have all experienced it over the last week.  sometimes i just want to scream!!!
crusty eyes wake me up in the night, and painful, red - not pink - eyes greet me in the morning when I look in the mirror. 
Oh well, one day this too will pass.  Thankfully Dan and the boy have moved on already.. hopfully the girl doesn't get it now.  lt'll be done with it once and for all. 

I know there are more important things in life to think about, to write about.. or i guess it's 'type' about.  but currently as I sit here, creating this blog, i am resisting the desire to rub, scratch, rip out my eye, so for the moment this is the deep thought for me. 

Other blogs will be about more important aspects of life such as God, my family, my dreams.... but for now, today it's all about the Pink Eye!