It's strange. I've never been a football fan. Until a few weeks ago I doubt I could've named 10 players, past or present. But now, something's come over me. I am becoming obsessed.
It seemed to take a very, very long time for Sunday to come around this week before my Ro and I could go to Applebees and watch a very nerve-wracking game between my Broncos and the Chargers. Oh, those final moments were a nail-biter. I thought I would cry when the Broncos finally scored the winning field goal in the last seconds of the game.
What in the world has happened to me?
I have no idea. Well, perhaps it started with some Tebow fever, and he is, of course, my favorite player to watch. However, he isn't IT. I love to watch him, love to watch him win even more than that, love to watch him give glory to God and stay humble in the face of fans and critics alike. But it isn't just Tebow that is consuming me.
I have spent hours this morning pouring over articles on nfl.com. What the...? (Did you see the fake foul by idiot Bengals WR Simpson or the I-give-up attitude of the Chief's nonreceiver Bowes this weekend? Sheesh.)
I checked a book out of the library to help me better understand the game. Huh? (Did you know there is only one pro team named after a coach?)
I am studying stats and standings like I was... Deb. Or something. It's bizarre. But for some reason I just can't get enough.
And Sunday is another 6 days away.
And the season will be over before we know it anyway. What then?
Since you've read with me this far, I'll share with you a funny from a couple of weeks ago. Mom, Deb, and I were headed out somewhere and as we left the driveway, we noticed Grace playing football with the boy next door who is a couple of years older than she is. In fact, we watched her tackle him. We were proud, of course. Later we asked her, "Hey, did so-and-so get hurt when you tackled him?" You know what my sweet little Gracie replied?
"It's football, Mom. It's supposed to hurt."
Monday, November 28, 2011
Sunday, November 27, 2011
Just picture it...
Four or five bridesmaids in navy blue, the maid of honor in orange. Groomsmen in navy with orange cummerbunds or ties.
The bride enters riding a white steed, its mane dyed orange for the occasion.
The groom waiting at the front of the church, smiling at his bride.
Tim and Christi. TLA.
The bride enters riding a white steed, its mane dyed orange for the occasion.
The groom waiting at the front of the church, smiling at his bride.
Tim and Christi. TLA.
Sunday, November 06, 2011
Gratitude
I saw, not too long ago, a friend's post on Facebook, that said something to the effect of this: We aren't doing Thanksgiving this year... just don't have the money.
While I'm sure this person meant that their budget wasn't going to allow a big Thanksgiving feast, my first thought was how sad that was... that they weren't going to do Thanksgiving at all. Thanksgiving has nothing to do with turkeys or feasts, really, does it? It's an attitude - an attitude of the heart - and one that shouldn't be limited to just one day a year, anyway. Or even a month.
Indeed, Paul calls us to be thankful in all circumstances. Not only that, but it's God's will for us to be thankful in all circumstances. Every day, every hour, for every blessing, for every test.
When Grace is driving me nuts because she talks non-stop, I need to remember how thankful I am for her intelligence, humor, and health, especially given I was advised to terminate my pregnancy with her because it was likely she'd have Downs.
When Robert has to travel for his job and be away from us for awhile, I need to remember that this new job is allowing us to pay for a number of new financial obligations we have now - including dental work, Joshua's braces, and more.
When the scale doesn't move (or doesn't move in the right direction), I need to be thankful that I live in a place where the availability of food - and all kinds of it - is not an issue for us.
When I have to drive to a nearby town to worship with the body that God has called us to, I need to remember that many other believers around the world have to worship in secret, often walking many miles and with great fear because of the persecution that is still very real in our world today.
When the house is in constant disarray and I feel overwhelmed in keeping it up, I need to remember how God gave me this exact house and how He has showered blessings down upon us... many, many more blessings than challenges.
I could go on and on. So could, I suspect, you. So let me hear it... how are you thankful in the midst of a challenge in your life?
While I'm sure this person meant that their budget wasn't going to allow a big Thanksgiving feast, my first thought was how sad that was... that they weren't going to do Thanksgiving at all. Thanksgiving has nothing to do with turkeys or feasts, really, does it? It's an attitude - an attitude of the heart - and one that shouldn't be limited to just one day a year, anyway. Or even a month.
Indeed, Paul calls us to be thankful in all circumstances. Not only that, but it's God's will for us to be thankful in all circumstances. Every day, every hour, for every blessing, for every test.
When Grace is driving me nuts because she talks non-stop, I need to remember how thankful I am for her intelligence, humor, and health, especially given I was advised to terminate my pregnancy with her because it was likely she'd have Downs.
When Robert has to travel for his job and be away from us for awhile, I need to remember that this new job is allowing us to pay for a number of new financial obligations we have now - including dental work, Joshua's braces, and more.
When the scale doesn't move (or doesn't move in the right direction), I need to be thankful that I live in a place where the availability of food - and all kinds of it - is not an issue for us.
When I have to drive to a nearby town to worship with the body that God has called us to, I need to remember that many other believers around the world have to worship in secret, often walking many miles and with great fear because of the persecution that is still very real in our world today.
When the house is in constant disarray and I feel overwhelmed in keeping it up, I need to remember how God gave me this exact house and how He has showered blessings down upon us... many, many more blessings than challenges.
I could go on and on. So could, I suspect, you. So let me hear it... how are you thankful in the midst of a challenge in your life?
Wednesday, November 02, 2011
Out of the mouth of my babe
Otherwise entitled: The influence grandmas have on their grandchildren.
So I might have flipped out a bit, when, about a month ago, my husband dropped the bomb on me that his next work adventure to Montana would be three weeks long. He had been going a week here and a week there for a few visits, and I found those weeks to be quite the challenge. I don't think I'd ever make a good single mom. My hat goes off to those women whose husbands fight for our freedoms in the military - I don't know how they do it. I can't even handle him being gone a week or two at a time.
Anyway, I decided to take my mom up on an offer to help and asked her to come. She landed here in the middle of last week - partway into Ro's second week away. The first of this three-week jaunt was really, REALLY bad. Everything seemed to fall apart. You may remember my pity-party blog from that time. It was rough. The second week started off a bit better, and of course, you know that my mom was a big help, if nothing else, with entertaining my very emotional and energetic five year old. She read her many, many stories, carried on endless conversations, helped her dress and clean and eat and all that.
A few days after Mom got here, Ro was able to come home for his conjugal visit. We were so excited to see him and gathered around the dinner table for a family meal. In the middle of the meal, Grace loudly announced, "And dad... whatever you do... you don't want to piss Memaw off!"
Ahem.
The following day Ro and I were at work in Grace's room assembling her new bed. The thing took up the majority of her room, and Grace was sitting on the outskirts, near the door, watching us, when she said, "Yep. That's a damn good-looking bed."
And then we had to have a talk with Memaw.
I'm just glad she didn't tell the pastor on Sunday that he preached a damn good sermon, I guess.
So I might have flipped out a bit, when, about a month ago, my husband dropped the bomb on me that his next work adventure to Montana would be three weeks long. He had been going a week here and a week there for a few visits, and I found those weeks to be quite the challenge. I don't think I'd ever make a good single mom. My hat goes off to those women whose husbands fight for our freedoms in the military - I don't know how they do it. I can't even handle him being gone a week or two at a time.
Anyway, I decided to take my mom up on an offer to help and asked her to come. She landed here in the middle of last week - partway into Ro's second week away. The first of this three-week jaunt was really, REALLY bad. Everything seemed to fall apart. You may remember my pity-party blog from that time. It was rough. The second week started off a bit better, and of course, you know that my mom was a big help, if nothing else, with entertaining my very emotional and energetic five year old. She read her many, many stories, carried on endless conversations, helped her dress and clean and eat and all that.
A few days after Mom got here, Ro was able to come home for his conjugal visit. We were so excited to see him and gathered around the dinner table for a family meal. In the middle of the meal, Grace loudly announced, "And dad... whatever you do... you don't want to piss Memaw off!"
Ahem.
The following day Ro and I were at work in Grace's room assembling her new bed. The thing took up the majority of her room, and Grace was sitting on the outskirts, near the door, watching us, when she said, "Yep. That's a damn good-looking bed."
And then we had to have a talk with Memaw.
I'm just glad she didn't tell the pastor on Sunday that he preached a damn good sermon, I guess.
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