Life for me mostly feels like an alien living on a strange planet. These are my ramblings…

Archive for February, 2012

Dream a little dream…

Dreams do come true. They can happen to you…if you’re young at heart

I LOOOVE the movie Tangled. We have watched it so many times we know just about every line by heart. I smile inside everytime Flynn Rider tells Rapunzel “you were my new dream.”  Ugh, I just love that! What a line! And while I’m sighing happily I look over and Zoey is like a mini-me doing the same thing. 🙂 PS…I also love the part where she sings about having a dream and the ruffian tells Flynn “not you. Your dream stinks.” 🙂

I once read somewhere that people who daydream during the day live longer and are less stressed. I remember reading that and thinking I will live forever. In school I could’ve gotten an “A ” in daydreaming.  It was how I got through the monotony of high school. And it was probably the reason people thought I smoked pott (even though I NEVER have!).  What can I say, I guess I’m just a dreamer! Well, maybe I should say, used to be.

I can’t remember the last time I daydreamt. Life is too busy with kids and husbands and work and sticky floors that I don’t think I have anytime where I daydream other than the occaisional Starbucks coffee mirage or when I try to find a happy place while my kids are screaming and fighting over who touched who’s leg.

What about you? When’s the last time you had a GREAT daydream? What would it even be about?

When we were little, most of us had BIG dreams of what we would grow up to become, what our wedding would be like, what our houses would look like, etc. I don’t remember obsessing much about my wedding but I do remember vowing when I grew up I would  have a stockpile of chocolate milk, a whole basement of Little Tike houses and power wheels, and a whole cabinet of junk food JUST for the babysitter.  🙂 I also dreamt about owning a horse.

Those dreams soon morphed into one BIG dream….finding a Prince Charming. I never dreamt about having kids because it was more like a SURPRISE, YOU ARE HAVING KIDS! (both times!).   Now I don’t even know what I would dream about .  I seem to only think of dreams I have for my kids. I dream that they will be grow up to be happy adults who don’t hate me or think I’m stupid, and who aren’t afraid to be who God made them to be. I dream that they will love the Lord with a heart so fierce and so strong, so much more than mine, and that I will just sit in my rocker and smile contentedly.

Oh and maybe I dream about owning a camper….and a horse (still).

So friend…weary traveler in this world where time is so precious.  I challenge you to up your “daydream” life. I think sometimes we forget how or even see the point in it. But I think dreaming is a great way to remind us that things are not the way they were supposed to be. We were made for a “dreamy” existence…and one day soon it will be restored again. No more pain, no more tears, no more money trouble, no more fear.  And then we will have ALL eternity to……DREAM and float on clouds, ride unicorns, or whatever we want to do. (Sidenote: I will probably be eating swiss cake rolls and riding a horse maybe even simultaneously, so feel free to join me. Or you can join my grandpa on his sea-dooo).

Don’t be scared…DREAM ON!!! (thank you Aerosmith. Nice touch. You are wierd but you are wise).

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TICK TOCK ME DON’T STOP

 

You may be wondering (but probably not) WHY I don’t post more often? I often wonder the same myself, which got me to thinking.

Here are just a few reasons why I do not get to blog consistently…

1. MY PROFESSOR IS HAVING A GOD-COMPLEX AND IS TRYING TO SEE IF HE CAN MAKE WORKING ADULTS CRY. I AM DETERMINED NOT TO BE THE FIRST, ALTHOUGH I HAVE FOUND MY FACE FORMING “THE UGLY CRY” EXPRESSION AND STOPPED  RIGHT BEFORE THE TEARS CAME.

2. I AM NOT SHOWERING REGULARLY. THE OTHER DAY I ALMOST WASHED MY FACE WITH SHAMPOO.

3.  MY BRAIN IS SO TIRED THAT I HAVE TROUBLE FORMING 5TH GRADE LEVEL SENTENCES.

4.  I GET DISTRACTED AND LOSE MY TRAIN OF THOUGHT WHEN MY CHILD ASKS ME RANDOM QUESTIONS LIKE “CAN FISH SWIM IN SPRITE?” I THEN HAVE TO STOP AND  1) ANSWER THE QUESTION AND 2) GO CHECK ON THE FISH

5. DINNER DOES NOT COOK ITSELF AND GROCERIES TO COOK SAID DINNER ARE LIMITED TO PEANUT BUTTER AND UM, BUTTER…(oh and celery and minced garlic in the back recesses of the fridge). YUM!!

6. I FIND MY UNDERWEAR STATIC CLUNG TO THE INSIDE OF MY SWEATPANTS AFTER BEING OUT AND ABOUT ALL DAY!!

7. I’M BUSY MAKING “SILLY SOCKS” FOR MY SON’S LETTER “S” CELEBRATION AT PRESCHOOL.

8.  WITH A GOOD SPRAY TAN I COULD FILL IN FOR THE WOLVES ON THE NEXT TWILIGHT MOVIE..I CAN’T REMEMBER THE LAST TIME I SHAVED MY LEGS. MAN, I COULD REALLY SAVE THEM SOME MONEY ON CGI…

9.  FACEBOOK AND PINTEREST LURE ME IN WITH THERE SIREN SONG…ESPECIALLY LATE AT NIGHT

 

SO…there you have it folks! You just got to be a little fly on my wall and see what I’ve been up too. At least when I do post I hope it makes you smile! 🙂 HOPE YOU HAVE A GREAT DAY!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

IT’S HERE!!!!

Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, people of preschool ages, I bring you….

the Tiny Toy Box!!

As you may know, Bronson and I are on a foster care hiatus and have decided to close our home for now. We may try again in a few years if the Lord leads us, but for now we need to keep things intact here on the home front and keep me from jumping off a bridge while I deal with school. Probably a good idea that I stay alive for a while.  Soo….all that to say I was praying and asking the Lord what I could still do in order to help foster children in some small way, and VOILA..He gave me the greatest idea!! Here is a brief synopsis…

I know I’m weird but I LOVE toys.  (I thought everybody did and then found out it’s mostly me..oh well).

I love finding them dirty and without batteries for 50 cents or $1 at a yard sale  or thrift shop and then taking them home to my “hospital” to fix and clean and scrub them up good as new.

Maybe I read too much Courderoy or Velveteen Rabbit as I kid…

Anywhoo…It’s been a fun hobby for me ever since my kids were born.  And THAT’s the idea the Lord gave me to try…

Why not open a toy shop online that people can purchase gently used toys for their kids?

Kids honestly don’t know the difference between a toy that comes in packaging vs none. The packaging is actually the most frustrating part of getting a gift anyways! And why spend $35 on a toy when the same toy is $5 and the purchase can benefit others?

So without further ado, the Tiny Toy Box is OPEN for business!

Here’s how it works below. PLEASE tell your friends and “like” the shop on Facebook!

HOW DOES IT WORK?

-Shop ANYTIME on facebook. Monthly albums of pictures will be created with the toys that are available for sale. Simply look through the pictures and “comment” on any items you wish to purchase. I even deliver weekly and offer gift wrap.

-ALL proceeds go to help foster children in our area through Miracle Hill. Foster parents can shop for birthday or Christmas gifts for their foster children with FREE shopping vouchers.   Also, proceeds go to help them with essentials (such as underwear, socks, sippy cups, etc.). EVERY dollar you contribute goes to help foster children! How cool is that?

-All items are clean, sanitized, and in working condition.

-GREAT for kid’s birthday gifts, Christmas gifts, etc. Have a friend’s birthday coming up? Let me know and I will have it gift wrapped and ready for the party for you!

-Please comment with any suggestions, tips, or if anything else should be included so that it makes sense. It’s NEW so I welcome any feedback!

“No, he is not safe, but he is good.” (C.S Lewis)

Fiercely protective.  The one who watches over us and protects us. The one who doesn’t sleep-who lies awake watching for predators in the darkness.  The one who’s roar alone echoes and silences all others.

He has no equal.

No harm shall befall you when He is near. You are safe. You are protected.

You are in the knowing presence of  greatness.

Chances are, if you have times of worry or fear (like I do), maybe it’s because we forget to see God in this way.  We forget he is not safe, but he is good (C.S Lewis’ Chronicles of Narnia).  We think of the sunday school Jesus, the humble servant, and we forget His majesty.  We forget his fierceness. His roar. The size of his paw. His majesty.  His committment to protecting us and watching everything with sovereign eyes.

So when you stumble to the coffee pot on a dreary morning, just remember…He is right there. Let Him fight your battles for you. Let Him handle your worry and your fears. He will never leave you or stop fighting for you. There is nothing about your sin that surprises Him. He knows everything and longs for you to know

that there is nothing to fear, not even Him.

So sit and stay awhile…soak in His mighty presence….

the Lion of Judah is before you.