I jumped up and screamed at DH and we hit the ground running. Our hose was leaking so he headed for Walmart to get a new hose, I tried to figure out how much water was where. It took us several hours but it became apparent that everything was ruined and there was no option but a new bed. We have had some kind of waterbed for over 35 years. This last one lasted over 10 years and was the kind where you can put regular sheets on it. We don't know when the leak started but by the time it had reached the dust ruffle, there was water everywhere. wE were lucky that only parts of the carpet were wet, hopefully the fan running on it will take care of it soon.
We had to wait until 10AM for the waterbed store to open but we had already pretty much decided not to take the waterbed route again. We are getting too old for this kind of drama and we have had a lot of it in 35 years. We were scared to try a conventional box spring and mattress so we went for the inbetween. We have a of couple nights on the couch but by Saturday evening, we should be sleeping on our non-waterbedbutfeelslikeone bed. We had a sleep-over planned with the boys and decided to go ahead with it. They said they were fine with no bed so we will all be flooring it tonight.
If you had asked me yesterday if I would ever not have a waterbed, the answer would have been a resounding - NO. Never, ever giving up my waterbed. What a difference a day makes.
Our lives can change on a dime - what we think, value and what we consider unchangeable. Never be afraid to look the unchangeable in the eye and say, I have changed my mind. I am expecting a sharp, relearning curve with the new bed. It won't happen overnight and it will take effort on my part. I imagine in a month of so, I will be use to the new bed and all I will have of the old bed is very fond memories. On the upside, I may be able to do some furniture rearrainging in the bedroom that I have never been able to do before. This is looking better and better. No more hoses, waterbed refill kits or chemicals. It is a new day and I am ready. Hope the couch and I can be friends for a few days. Maybe change isn't so bad after all...
My sister has still not found a job in 10 months. We have had talks about it since she started looking. Her expectations are too high. What she has to offer is a dinosaur in a digital world. The job market is changing constantly. What worked yesterday is obsolete today. The older work force clearly have value but if you don't have good computer skills, you can't expect to rule the Kingdom. I know that should I decide to go back to work that I would not be able to get the jobs I once had. Walmart, Home Depot - here I come. It is not about giving up but about being reasonable. The same holds true for in other areas of our lives. If your expectations are too high or unrealistic, you will never be able to find contentment. Don't offer someone a dinosaur and try to pass if off as a diamond. Like Kenny Rogers says, Know when to hold them and when to fold them. If you have a dinosaur, take it to a museum. Live within your means. Accept your limitations and stop beating your head against the wall. Life changes, we have to change with it or get left behind completely and if you can't be with the job you love, love the one you're with...
After the Mark Schultz concert, we decided that Keaton was old enough to start coming with us and would buy him a ticket to the next event. No Greater Love is a annual Easter pageant done by a local church complete with hundreds of people, live animals and sense of the true meaning of Easter. He is very excited to go and was sharing his news with his other grandmother. She told him she would like to go. Never in my wildest dreams did I think she would be interested and had bought the assigned seat tickets a week ago.
I offered to give my ticket to Grandma Sue. She has never been and I am just giddy at the thought of her going. She has come to all Keaton and Gage's Christmas and Easter programs at church and has been very supportive. She has asked for prayers when life has thrown her curveballs that she couldn't catch. There was NO Way that she wasn't going if she was interested. Even though our tickets were assigned seating, I thought it was worth a shot to see if they had any adjoining tickets on either side of ours. We are in Section C, Row J and Seats 10, 11 and 12. I called Select A Seat and guess what? Seats 13 and 14 were available. There is a good chance that Bebe (her SIL) is going too. Bebe, Keaton and I hooked up a few years ago and saw Bill Gaither when he came thru. There were tears in Bebe's eyes - she had grown up in Virginia with this kind of music. I will never forget that night that we shared - if Bill comes back to town, the three of us have a standing date.
You never know how God is going to work and I don't know how they will react. What I do know is that I have known these guys for more than 10 years and my prayers for them have never stopped. It is a cumulative labor of Love lead by these wonderful boys. God has used them in a marvelous way. Whatever happens, we will all be sitting together and as the age old Story of Easter is played out before us, we will share it. As the crowds of people start down the aisle and scream for Barrabas to be released, it is a powerful visual of what it might have been like among them. When Jesus is nailed to the cross and you hear the nails being pounded in his hands, you could hear a pin drop. We will all walk away different than when we came in. For Keaton , Grandma Sue and Bebe, it will be the first time. They will each walk away with Jesus knocking at the door of their hearts. I am leaving them all to Him who knows then better than I. I am just glad I get to sit next to them...
Later on, Entertainment Tonight was talking yet again, about Anna Nicole Smith and how her drug use and example had affected her son. Would he still have be alive, had she been a different kind of role model. Have heard that in her private diaries, she recounted partying with her mother. Could her life have been spared had her mother been a role model?
After ET, it was the last of 10 apperances in 2 days for Mr Creagh. His message was simple.
The Government can fix it.
The Governor can't fix it.
The Mayor can't fix it.
We the people. We are the only ones who can fix it. We who are involved with each other. The people who have been intrusted to us. Whether by blood or circumstance. It is up to each of us. So, what are you going to do?
It's not just about drugs. Chris Hansen from Dateline's To Catch A Predator has been making the talk show rounds and says the single most important thing a parent can do to protect their children from on-line predators is to put the computer in a common room where there is no privacy and to limit time spent on the computer. I don't know if that is possible in most homes but here's what I think. We have to lead, whether by example or actions.
So, what are you going to do? There is no pat answer. There is no one size fits all nor an instant cure. Its about leading, its about being involved wherever your season of life is. If you are around kids, start there. If teens fill your home, start there. If you have a family, start there.
So, what am I going to do? I have my family, I will start there. I have friends, I will start there. To the ones sent my way, I will start there. And that my friends, is all I really know...
So, what am I going to do?
I watched this afternoon as the special speaker who has been brought in for a huge rally tomorrow night at the Idaho Center spoke to a group of kids. Milton Creagh has been here before. Many years ago in the same venue, with the same message. He brings with him a strong sense of what today's teens are all about and they identify with him. When he was here last time, he was walking the aisle and grabbed a couple of boys. One had long hair and the other was a boy that we knew who was the poster child of the perfect parent's dream. Milton had been talking about drug dealers and what they look like. Steve has always been a straight shooter and Mr Creagh's point was, that drug dealers don't look like the long haired kid - they look like Steve. Clean, cut and very presentable.I have never forgotten night, I learned alot.
Today's broadcast was from a local middle school - in a gym packed with kids. For over an hour, he told Story after Story about the effects of drugs including alcohol, smoking and the ever present meth. Middle school kids think they know it all. There is no time in your life when you think you are smarter or untouchable than middle school. He hammered away at them in their language, told Stories of kids and adults who lost their lives to drugs At regular intervals, he would ask them Do you know anyone who has - died, prison, divorce and a number of other things. Hands went up everytime he asked. Sometimes, many hands. I couldn't help but think about how much more these kids know than the kids I sat with in that auditorium, many years ago. How much more they know, have experienced and how much faster they have had to grow up. The world they know is hard and fast. Many of them are living lives we can't even imagine.
As he wrapped up his time, he asked more questions and had them stand up if there was Someone in their lives that it applied too. As he asked each question, he had them continue to stand. It was field of kids, all on their feet.
How many of you have parents in prison on drug related charges?
How many of you know someone who has been raped because of drug use?
How many of you have lost someone to a smoking related death?
Question after question, they continued to stand. When he was finished, the camera was looking over that sea of students - it was difficult to see anyone still sitting down. We are a walking culture of drugs. We all know Someone who is using. Whether a parent, a friend, a child or a stranger - this effects each of us.. After living a childhood with just the people Mr Creagh is talking about, I know what he is saying is true. I escaped from them as a kid because I didn't have enough money for drugs AND cupcakes. Food is legal drug of choice and just as deadly but that is a fight for another day.
Tomorrow night, I hope the Idaho center is packed with kids and their parents. They are going to march from the parking lot into the arena as a sign of solidarity. The cynical part of me questions, What is the point? Those who need it most won't be there. The God side of me says, if only one walks away with hope then it was worth it. Thanks KTVB for making the effort and thanks Milton for coming...
Couey was found guilty by a jury of his peers very quickly. They looked at the DNA evidence, didn't buy the defense's theory that he was retarded, despite the fact that he spent a great deal of time coloring on paper throught his trial. The penalty phase of his trial started today - and the death penalty is on the table. For many reasons, I no longer believe in the death penalty. I wish I did.
As long as one is alive, all you have to do is ask God for His forgiveness and you are saved. That is what we believe. That doesn't sit very well with me about Couey. I don't want him to get off that easy. He is the the worst of the worst. He confessed, detailed everything horrible thing he had did to her. He laid it all out - then he pleads not guilty. He didn't give Jess a chance and I don't want him to have a chance.That is what the human part of me says but the other part of me knows better.
All of this is so hard to comprehend. So difficult to understand and tough to live. This isn't about Couey or the next Couey. It is about God's Grace and our acceptance of that grace for each one of us. She who has her faith, has everything. Amen...
When the doors finally opened, we ran to get seats. In about 10 minutes, all the seats were taken and those of us saving seats began to guard our territory. The people in back of me needed to save a whole row - but less than they had originally planned. Their friend Michele had lost her dad unexpectedly the night before. The mom and daughter next to us bought tshirts.Brandi got there safe and sound a few minutes later and all was good.
It was a great concert. Bid Daddy Weave and Mark Schultz rocked the house with song after
song of God's great Love. They honored military personnel, past and present. They had done 15 concerts before ours but I had and still have a feeling there was Something going on.
BDW meationed it first - that there was a sweet spirit in the room. Later, MS said the same thing. He went over his set, about extra 15 minutes and several times, it seemed he was wiping away tears. You never know what might have happened that day to a bus full of singers - or what a few thousand people singing acappella to a group of lonely travelers might do.
I walked away that night not only feeling like I had been to church...but that we left a little bit of ourselves for them. I have never felt that way before and whatever was going on that night, I am so thankful that I was there and I pray, that this will not be the last time they feel this way on this tour. Rock on guys, ROCK ON...
The perfect job would be cooking for a family. Would never want to cook at a restaurant. People go nuts and Someone is always unhappy about something but a family. My family would eat my dinners and say, This is the reason we eat at home.
Food is a big deal whether you are cooking it or trying to keep from eating it. Buying it takes a lot of our time and carrying it from the store to the car, then into the house and into some kind of organization so you can find it later. Jesus talked alot about breaking bread together. I think hospitality should be taught in school. So many of us came from homes where breaking bread was not valued and in turn, didn't practice it when we had homes of our own. We have gone from being fairly social to... not so much. DH job over the years, has made having people in- impossible. My saving grace is Sundays.
Whether Poppa is home or not, I have dinner with my kids after church. They all come running in about 1230 and are starved. Everybody is talking and it is a time I cherish. If somebody has something to do, we are flexible but if there are too many Sundays in a row without our dinners, Keaton starts asking, Am I going to see you on Sunday? On Mondays, his second - grade class have to give an overview of their Saturdays and Sundays and his teacher knows where he spends his Sundays.
How about hospitality being taught in second grade right along with math and spelling? Then years from now when these kids are all grown up, they can talk about economics and literature at their dinner party. Whether over fish tacos or a prime rib dinner, Its about being together. Thank goodness is is almost Sunday...
He said something to the effect that you can not forgive someone for doing something bad if it wasn't done to you. For example, if someone does something to your child or spouse - forgiveness has to come from them, to the one whom the bad was done. I don't know if I agree or not. I don't know if it is just words or if there is some truth to the theory. I do know that I carry around grudges that have nothing to do with me and that is what bothers me.
to grant pardon for or remission of offense, sin, etc.
to cancel a debt or obligation
to grant pardon
Maybe he is right. What if it is true? How would my life change? I have spent hours thinking about situations in my life that would be totally resolved because like everyone else, I carry a so - called unforgiveness torch for wrongs to those I care about. Sometimes it is about people I don't even know but their Story has become a part of me. Maybe we treat forgiveness too carelessly in our efforts to hold on and resist. Maybe true forgiveness can only come from the one who was wronged and our job is to support them and help them see the benefits of granting pardon or canceling a debt instead of trying to hold them back because we are not able to forgive.
Something inside me tells me it it may be true and something tells me, my life would change considerably, if I followed that path. Jesus died for my sins, He was the only One who could. I need to figure out who I need to forgive and not worry about what isn't mine. It will take some time to sort it out, so many vines winding in and out that will need to be seperated. I think it is time to go Down That Road...
I long ago gave up network news for cable news. Network news is much like a newspaper - 24 hours old and old news. Cable news is like the internet, on top of it and ready to go.
My daughter and her family passed their local Walmart the other night about 730PM and it was obvious that something Big was going on. Not one to wait until the local 10Pm news, she got on the internet and found our that someone had left a bomb threat in a restroom. That is the way the 30 ish generation gets their information these days. The Brian Williams, Charlie Gibson and Katie Couric viewers are late 60 and early 70's. I would venture that these journalists will be out of jobs as their generation of viewers goes to the great network in the skies.
My only complain of the cable networks is that virtually Everything is BREAKING NEWS. Not unlike the Boy Who Cried Wolf, there really is very little need to heed their warning anymore. The BREAKING NEWS has been so over-played, that any usefulness it ever had is gone. There is no balance and there is no credibility. Personally, I have become mute to BREAKING NEWS now. BREAKING NEWS - it snowed again today just like the last 5 days !!!!!
My local news that I watched primarily as a lead-in to Jay Leno, uses a different yet equally unsatisfactory technique.
YOU WILL ONLY SEE IT HERE !!!!!
News is not exclusive and shouldn't be. Everytime I see this I want to slap them because basically, they are the best around. They are better than that. We just buried 3 local men who lost their lives in Iraq. Is that Something you would be proud of putting your little motto to?
Here is My BREAKING NEWS ( and it is all over the news as I type)... Waiting for the Anna Nicole funeral to begin but her mother has filed an 11th hour appeal and the hearse holding the body of Anna Nicole is sitting in front of the church 1/2 hour after the funeral was to begin until her mother's appeal is heard.
YOU WILL ONLY SEE IT HERE... Any mother who would bring her child's funeral to a screaming halt at the very moment of the beginning of the service should be dealt with by Someone other than me. Someone with more compassion. Someone who can deal with her because He made her. I hope she will see what she is doing to her family and as for Anna Nicole, Rest in Peace, my friend, hopefully and finally today...