Funerals

I don't like them. They are a reminder of my own mortality. The one from this week was most troublesome. Afterward, I felt a desperate need to spend the day with my Mom. We went to lunch and then did a little shopping. Funerals are also a reminder that I do not have control. I'm reminded of a quote from one of my favorite shows (which was recently canceled).

"Control is just an illusion meant to comfort us." -Stargate Atlantis.

Yeah, this pretty much sums up my year. However, I have also learned that I have had little trust. When we trust God with our lives, than we really have no need to worry about our life or our death or those around us. Sometimes it is hard. Especially when things don't turn out the way we want, but in the end He knows what is best for us, though we may not always see that at first.

It Is Finished!!!

Hey, Hey, Hey:

The first draft of the entire book is finished. Now for the fun part. Fixing it and pulling it all together.

Let's do the happy dance together. Woot! Woot!

Almost there

I just started chapter 24. Some of you may not know what that means, and some of you might not care, but to the chosen few, it means that I've started the last chapter of my book. The work in progress for the past three years. Why three? Well, I'm not very good at multi-tasking and two years ago I had another son and last year was one fraught with disaster. We survived and my hope is renewed. I really hope to get this chapter done this week. My goal for 2009 = Introduce it to a publisher and/or agent.
Here's hoping. (BTW: this photo is not mine. I got it off the net. But he is a great representation of one of the characters in my book. I guess you'll have to read it to find out which one.)

Ramblings

Well, I'd already messed up writing every Monday. I missed last week, but not very many people, if any are following this, so this is more like a public diary than a blog that people actually want to read.

It is Spring Break here in our house and I'm going to haul the youngin' down to Trenton for a couple of days. I'm going to go insane either way, so I might as well do it with my sister. I finished the climax of my book last week. I was pretty excited about that. I think I might have two maybe just one chapter left. It all depends on how wordy I get in the wrap-up chapter. Well, no real insights today. My brain is kinda mushy from having all three children here. Though we did take a shopping trip to Pat Catan's for them to get new web kinz. They'd saved their money for about six weeks.

Perhaps next week I'll have some more exciting news.

Spring and Kitties

I know that I don't always write here. I do on my other page some. Life just seems a little off skew right now. I don't usually write because I don't feel witting, but alas I guess that's no real reason to leave you at bay. I think I'll make a commitment to write at least once a week. I will call this my "spring resolution", since I've already failed my New Year ones. Who knows, perhaps blogging will help my creativity to flow once again? Or, I may just have to wait until my tiny tot gets out of the stage he's in. Which happens to be in-to everything and climbing if he can.

One time a blogged about my cats. At the time they were Sammy and Charlie Brown. Well, Charlie, who was a kitten when we got him, is more to handle than I could manage. We got him declawed and fixed in hopes that he'd calm down. After two months he was still biting Sammy in attack mode. Poor Sammy took to hiding all day and maybe peeking out to get a lick of water and a bite of food. I've come to believe that the reason he made messes is because the "bully" C.B. wouldn't let him use the litter boxes. In the end, we had to make a choice. We thought that C.B. would be able to better adjust to a new home then old Sumo Sammy.

Within a week, out fat cat became a different cat. Sammy was more social and loving. I think he was just thanking us for taking the thorn out of his side (or the bite off his buttukee). Two weeks after that we got a new kitty and named her Kaylea. She so soft an cuddly. The cutest thing was the day she jumped up in the window beside Sammy and licked him on the forehead while he was sleeping. He opened one eye to see what was going on and then closed it again. She then curled up next to him. Yeah, I imagine he thinks life is much better now.

It's a good thing he's been altered, and she will too. The last thing we need is a batch of kittens. Well, I guess it's not the last thing, but it is low on our list.

I'm Back, for now.

I know, it's been far to long and if anyone is still interested in what I might have to say, thanks for hanging in there. Life is an interesting if not tough journey. There are days when I feel like I'm going to fly apart from all the chaos that stomps through, and then there are times of peace and tranquility. It isn't exactly tranquil right at this moment, but it is quite. The twins are at school, after a two hour delay, and Nate, after fighting it for an hour and a half, is finally sleeping. It figures that on a day I'm really committed to writing, he picks that day to fight a nap, and if anybody knows, that is rare. He usually goes right down. But, none-the-less I got a page written for a story that the Writer's Club is working on. After that, I opened up Chapter 22 to write on it and all the wind went out of my sail. I do have written "Chapter 22: A Time To..." At least that's a start.
Christmas was good to us this year. Rick was able to take a week off from work and we spent most of that week with his family. Yes, I'm truly into studying the Chaos Theory. What better way than to spend time with ones family. We had an early Christmas with my side of the family, so Christmas day seemed strange. I'm use to spending Christmas Eve with my family and that's more chaos than anyone should study, so in actuality, Rick's family isn't that chaotic.
Our New Year's Eve was rather quite and uneventful. Nate went to bed at his usual time and the Twins were allowed to stay up to watch the ball drop. Lisa had an added bonus because the Jonas Bothers played three songs and she got to watch a mini concert and tell me how she'd like to go to see them for real. I guess, someday, I'll totally loose my sanity, and then I'll take her.
I am only a few days away from mid-life, if you assume that old age starts when you're 70. My birthday is coming up. Let me know you're thinking of me and wish me happy birthday next time you see me. FYI: it's this Sunday.

Walking

Hey All,
I guess you might have been wondering what happened to me. Well, in the past month, we've had one child learning how to walk. He's getting pretty good at it. Now everything must be placed higher. "Search and Destroy" is his motto. Well, it might be "Search and explore", but they sound an awful lot alike. Of course, I'm talking about Nate. ON the day he took his first steps, he took two an then fell down. I was so excited; I got the camera and called Rick in to see. This is what we got for the next 15 minutes.



Yep, you guessed it. He stood up and fell down. He thought we'd been praising him for his gracious fall. For the next several days I followed him around with the camera trying to get a shot of some steps. Whenever I got the camera out he'd start the falling routine again. Finally, on a day when a friend of ours, Stacy, was over, I got the coveted steps on film.

Speaking of walking. While we were trying to get one son to walk, we were doing our best to keep the other one seated. That is very hard to do since they made it against the law to tie your kids up. Ben thought that when the doctor said he was allowed to put pressure on his leg, that meant he was allowed to run. Just trying to get him to use his walker was a chore, let alone keep him from wrestling around and playing on it. We have Wii fit and he thinks he should be allowed to use it now. (Groan)

He got the bar and pins off on Sept. 19. He was out of school that day. I thought that it would be a whole day affair. Rick took him to the hospital at 6:30AM. (Note the time. That's why Rick took him.) They were back by 9:15AM. Ben was alert for the rest of the day with barely any complaint of pain.

Now, he can walk on it without his walker, but we make him use it in attempts to slow him down. He's allowed to walk on it. (No running, NO jumping, NO climbing, and NO wrestling) I can only image what he tries to do at school. I had a personal word with his teacher, but like us, she can only do so much. The rest we must leave in God's capable hands and pray that there is no re-breakage.

The doctor didn't say anything about Dancing.