Do you think of them?

Do you notice them as much as I do, I wonder? Maybe you can go a day or two, maybe even a week without giving them a single thought. Maybe you can go to the mall, a nice hike, or even jump out of bed in the morning without a single solitary thought for them.
I can't.
These last four years I have taken great notice of my feet for one single and irritating reason.

They hurt.

A lot.

Every day, with precise regularity, even if the pain itself is not consistent. Imagine if you can, a constant prickling, like fire, on the bottom of your feet, from toe to heel. Also the occasional sharp prick rising from under the toenail and shooting along some imagined path up the foot. More recently there is a new and almost debilitating pain, more like having walked along a sharp bitter trail of rocks for some time only to discover the soles of your bare feet covered in bruises, only there are no markings to showcase the pain. This is my lot. There is a name to this ailment and of course there are Dr.'s who prescribe medicines and uncomfortable side effects to accompany them. There is no cure, and for me, no apparent source or reason for it.

I think of them every single day, before I ever leave my bed, get up from a chair, put on a shoe, a shock, a slipper, walk outside or navigate a toy strewn floor. I think of them.

I don't write this for pities sake, just so that someone reading this might earn a bit of gratitude in their hearts.
Remember when you get your next pedicure, or slip your toes into some outrageous heals. Remember when your feet hit the floor in the morning, or chase your child at the park. Be grateful, so grateful for what you bear and for what you don't.

LAUGHING SO HARD!

On the way home from church today, Dustin was teasing Damen that he was going to eat his candy. Damen said "No Daddy, No! I will cut you!"

We were laughing SO HARD!! Where oh where could he have heard that from? (sister that used to live with us?) I told him it's not nice to cut people so he said, "Daddy I'll poke you!" Not as funny, but still, it's nice to see he's got a strong defense.

I love

Obviously I love my family, my husband, my son, but here are a few things you may not know about me:

I love:

Blowing bubbles with Damen

Daffodils

Laughing until I cry, or in some cases pee (most likely to happen in the vicinity of my sisters)

Chocolate

Purses

Shoes (really cute ones that fit great)

The way my husband smells

Creating

Cooking a really great meal

Reading, almost anything, I don't even have to like it

Rain

The smell of a soccer field in Fall(seriously)

The ocean

Swimming

Getting flowers(and they don't have to be daffodils)

The "Aha" moment when you realize that the Lord loves you so much more than you can even fathom, yes YOU

Surprises

Competition

Someone else doing the dishes

The look on Damens face when he attacks the "stinky farts" in public (he means business)

Babies

The wonderful world of technology that I get to live in (dishwashers, microwaves, DVR)

Knowledge, byway of my testimony, of things certain and true

Security (in life, not like at the mall)

And lastly I wanted to share that I love seafood! Shrimp, calamari, mahi- mahi, lobster, crab, bring it on!

Is it cussing?

This morning Damen got really excited about something and started shouting, "Oh my gosh! Oh my fweeking cow!" It was hilarious! And then I thought, wait, is that ok for him to even say?
Do I say that?
What else do I say that he hears and might repeat?
I'm pretty sure that's not cussing, right?

Then I was watching this guy be a jerk from a far and thought to myself "What a tool!"

Wait! Do I even know what that means?
I thought that and I don't even know what it means?
Who am I going to ask anyway, I'm 30 years old and I don't know what that word, or if, it means anything at all. I could ask my mom, she was pretty knowledgeable about this stuff when we were kids. But maybe she's out of touch now, what do I know? Apparently not much about cussing. There's a "No cussing club" at the high school, if you join it do they tell you what words are cuss words and which ones aren't?

If anyone out there can help me with all of these questions (there are 9 total) I'd be much appreciative. And please, no cussing:)

I got noth'n

I feel compelled to post, but there's really not much to say. We're waiting ever patiently for the insurance to come together and NOT help out much with the water/leak/roof situation. This is what it currently looks like:




Lovely eh? We had a very busy week last week, watched kids, went to playgroup, went to the train museum, helped friends move, went to a dance recital, etc. . .

I don't have any pictures of it, but it really did happen, I was there.
So that's my update, YEAH, you can all cross me off your list for a few more days (maybe a week or more) until I get something really exciting to post about!
(get excited, this is called foreshadowing)

Love me some Dustin

I have the most AMAZING husband, did ya know? He took the afternoon off yesterday, something he NEVER does, and took me to California Adventure and Disneyland. We had a great time enjoying the roller coasters and competing on Buzz Lightyear. He took me to dinner at the Pizza Port, mmmm salad. And even kissed me on Space Mountain. Ahhh, what a man:)

Is it a Vase?

I picked this strange little thing up at DI a few weeks ago and knew exactly what I wanted to do with it! It used to be gold and/or green and when I picked it up it was already primed, perfect! I found a can of black satin spray paint in the garage and went to work. I have never attempted anything like this before, but it turned out pretty stinking cute, if I do say so myself! What is it though, a vase? Please fill me in so I can call it what it is and say "I just love this ______ don't you?"




Looks smashing on top of the piano!


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