flood

so many thoughts, emotions. don't chalk it up to pregnancy. i don't use that as an excuse, that is not why it is here. ask anyone around me, i'm like this normally. so, this is no different.

my mind wanders tonight. it wonders, too, but is mostly wandering. i got off work the exact time that i was scheduled to clock out, it was glorious... i chose to go home in order to write. also glorious. and when i got home... i had nothing to write.

so... i begin anyway.

i'm really trying hard to be positive again. i have found that the key to doing so is simply replacement. i replace my negative thoughts with affirmations, scripture, etc. it helps to keep me focused. i never ever used to be this way, but things get you going, you know? they really do.

and then... it is out of control the way your mind goes.

so, to catch you up on the way things go (speaking of going, right?)... biscuit had her first baseball game. her coach, the mister, couldn't have been more excited to sport the orange shirts and ball caps (his favorite color). and speaking of cap (and other three letter consonant, vowel, consonant words) biscuit is also reading now... quite fascinating. she discovered this ability on thursday. i witnessed her "aha" moment along with my mom and another woman with whom we play games at the library.

i spray painted the back of my car where it was damaged when it rolled down our driveway, against the house, and rested upon a tree (think Big Fish, but not that high). the mister complimented me on this endeavor. this was huge because... well, he technically (no pun intended) has a degree in such a thing... and i splurged for the $2.97 spray paint can!

i'm really missing cameras. mine especially. i'm not a fan, in the least, of my husbands. so pictures are rarely, if ever, updated. this makes me a little sad as i sort of became a bit of a photo-documentor-slash-journalist-if-you-will for a while...

i realize that this isn't the most creative or eloquent of posts... but... at least i'm writing something (when i should be sleeping).

this weekend we head back to what is home for me, birthplace, at least. but it is where the extended family resides. we have so many things planned, mainly people to see, but i'm more excited about it than i have been about anything of late... there will be a family photo of the five great grandbabies (as of now), indulging at the spaghetti factory with my favorite little men and their wonderful momma, a trip to the country's best children's museum (although we are no experts), a visit with biscuit's great-great-great aunt (my great-grandma's sister), an 80th birthday party for grandpa, an appearance at the homes of both of my grandma's, as well as, perhaps... homage to my late and great grandpa for his birthday (mom and i went to bob evan's today to have a "half order of biscuits and gravy" just like he always got... only, i had to get the gravy without sausage and i don't think that they offered a half order), not to mention a rather important parade and race!

i'd promise pictures but we know that won't happen (unless you really really want to see pictures, in which case you'll surprise me with a device to produce such anomalies!).

good night

on staying up way past my bed time

i don't really like to be in our house by myself, especially with the advance of the serpent kingdom. we haven't seen another one in the house, which isn't to say that they don't exist. i'm just incredibly thankful they're only garter snakes (even though i still can't even stand them).

at any rate, the mister sure has quite the friends! one friend from the military woke up yesterday morning and began his drive from New York City at 6:30am to Maryland to pick up second friend from military. Along the way they had to leave their car and rent a different one for fear of the original breaking down, not to mention a speeding ticket as well! They arrived at our house well past eleven o'clock. it could have been midnight but i was asleep... until they began talking. they weren't loud, in fact, they were being very respectful of biscuit and i sleeping soundly. nonetheless, i laid in bed thinking about how they would journey back home in a little over 24 hours.

they aren't the first friends to have done that for my husband. another friend flew from alaska, rented a car in chicago and drove in for, again, a little over 24 hours.

he is a special man, to this i can attest. but let it be proven by these other men's actions towards him. there is more to this gentleman that i married. he is so much more. and every day that we spend together, even when things get busy and hectic with work and school and child (soon to be children), i know this more deeply. he is more than a gift, a blessing... he is hand-picked by God for me, for our family, for these friends of his, for strangers.

as i lay in bed last night thinking all of these things, i also pondered my friends. those friends that i can never get a hold of, those friends that attempt to call me, too, to no avail. i think of us and if we lived far from one another... would we make a long trek for such a short time? we don't even do it now but it is funny what distance does to the heart, right?

let this not lead you into thinking that i don't have the most splendid of friends. i do. they were also hand-picked by God. we're just different than these gentlemen that i only met today. but whose stories i've heard over and over. they are part of what makes my husband so wonderful, so perfect for me and for them.

praise God for the people in your life that can shape you and chage you and transform you--God through them, whether they know it or not. praise God for making you that person for so many others--whether you know it or now. allow yourself to be a vessel for the Holy Spirit. go as you preach, not preach as you go. fill yourself to overflowing, pour it out into others. embrace God's work in your life--whether you know it or not.