How Ironic

Once upon a time, 7-8 years , I was a counselor at a camp out in Pennsylvania. During one of our "active" times (I was a cheerleader, leading a team cheer) I got an elbow smack, right in my eyeball. Later that evening we discovered it had actually caused a moderate concussion and went to the ER. But, the black-eye was the worst I'd ever seen. I had been dating Mr. Wonderful for going on 2 years, and upon my arrival back to the cities, he picked me up commented on my shiner and we went on a walk around one of the popular lakes nearby.

Well, as he left to pay the meter, a cop stopped me. Asked me if I was alright, and gave me a card with the number of the police station if I ever "needed help." I was so angry at the time, and tried to defend my wonderful, gentle, kind boyfriend, but he just gave me a look like he knew I was trying to cover something up! Looking back, I laugh and think how kind it really was of this officer to offer help...

So, a week ago, when I developed my second major facial contusion, I knew more questions were coming. Let me explain.
T had fallen asleep in the car, and I tried to keep him that way as I traveled up the stairs. I had forgotten, however, that I had just recently put up the baby gate at the top of the stairwell, since T has been so mobile and quick as of late. Before I realized what was happening, I began to topple forward over the gate. I did my best to maintain balance, but T's "hard as a rock" forehead cracked right into my upper right cheek bone. No padding there, trust me.
Amazingly, T remained unhurt, and went right into his crib for a long afternoon nap. I fought off tears, and watched my cheekbone balloon out of my face (literally, I could see it growing) as I ran down the freezer to grab a bag of frozen blueberries.

So, once again, I have received concerned calls about this nasty bruise and some just pretend they don't notice it, so not to make me uncomfortable. But if this is anything like last time, this shiner will be around for a full 2-3 weeks before it'll fade away.
Isn't it ironic that, my hubby, the most gentle, kind & loving man on the earth married the most bruise magnetic woman? At least those who know him at all will know that he wouldn't have hurt me, even if I asked him to.

Veteran's Day

My Dad.
He wasn't drafted, but served in the Vietnam war. He was a Naval officer and is the best Dad for me. His generous heart is bigger than mine will ever be. So, thanks to Dad, for serving our country and for being a great "Papa Jim" to my Tommy.

My Favorite Place In our Home

Definitely the kitchen Table.
1. I love to cook.
2. I love to eat, even more.
3. I love entertaining.
4. Good conversation always happens around good food, and good friends.
5. It's one place I can count on to have all of my family gathered at least once a day.

’Tis so sweet to trust in Jesus,
And to take Him at His Word;
Just to rest upon His promise,
And to know, “Thus says the Lord!”
Refrain

Jesus, Jesus, how I trust Him!
How I’ve proved Him o’er and o’er
Jesus, Jesus, precious Jesus!
O for grace to trust Him more!

O how sweet to trust in Jesus,
Just to trust His cleansing blood;
And in simple faith to plunge me
’Neath the healing, cleansing flood!

Baby Malachi

I'm terribly upset.
I wanted to know more about President Elect Obama's historical views and stands on abortion so I began a search on the internet to learn. I found myself on a pro-life website that had pictures of an aborted child, 21 weeks, available for viewing. It took me to precious memories of the few, brief minutes we had to hold our baby, Anna, who we lost in-utero at 26 weeks. We delivered her in a stillbirth the following day, and she was beautiful and perfectly formed. She was not much bigger than Baby Malachi, and it angers me that this awful destruction of life is being promoted from the head of Government.
I am so saddened. I miss my baby girl.

Jeopardy

Jamie: "Well, Alex, my dad was a pilot for Delta Airlines for 32 years, and while he was flying to Europe, I would tag along on his layovers. I spent 36 hours in Paris, 24 hours in Panama, and 36 hours in Venice, Italy all in one summer while home from college."

November 6, 2008 1:50 PM

RIP: "Stripes"

Truth: Prior to this incident, I had never hit an animal while driving.
Truth: I have hit a number of vehicles (albeit at a slow speed) while driving.
It was the night before Halloween, I was driving home on a country-ish road, when an orange blur ran accross my view. I knew instantly that my clean, no dead animal record, was permanently altered. I decided to stop at the home where the cat hopped off to, and in a panic, described the cat that I had hit, hoping that they wouldn't have any idea what I was talking about. But, when the little boy yelled, "Oh, no, STRIPES!" I knew I had done something awful.
The woman thanked me for stopping, and the family went over to Stripes to be with him for his last dying breaths.
Ugh.
In memory, I carved my Halloween jackolantern to resemble a cat, and it actually turned out fairly well.
Rest in Peace, Mr. Stripes.