Tuesday, March 11, 2014

I wrote this shortly after Nate died. I thought 5 years later it was worth remembering how I felt. March 11 always smacks me in the face and I am right back to how I felt those first few days.

How do I express the depth of loss I feel? I don't know. I feel like a piece of me has died along with my brother. My brother, dead, how can that be? He was full of life- perhaps too full. He lived life to the extreme. I loved that about my brother. I hated that about my brother. He was never afraid to say his mind, to live out loud, to be adventurous. He was smart, yet made bad choices. He was so funny and had this contagious laughter-- I couldn't help but laugh along, even if it was something we shouldn't laugh at-- like the Chin (that's a joke between him and me) He was someone I always looked up, even when he was troubled. I couldn't help but look up to Nate. I couldn't help but love him. He knew me my whole life. He was there teaching me to swim, to ride a bike, to tumble. He helped me grow up in many ways, some ways were hard. I learned we can have the greatest families, and still choose drugs. I learned that sober Nate and not sober Nate were very different people. I learned to love him even when he wasn't himself. That to judge people is so very wrong, we just don't know where they're at in their journey. He was itching to have peace. He was always searching, not realizing that the God who loves him, wanted Nate to be at peace in Him. Nate did love Jesus. Nate always spoke of his relationship with Jesus. He was solid on that point. He just had an addiction-- to sin. Don't we all. Why does some sin kill? Why does some sin entice us to such depths? I don't know.
I sit and think of Nate. I think of how it seems like he was just here visiting me while I was pregnant. How thankful I am that I left a birthday party early to spend time with Nate. That was the last time I saw him. I will miss my big, spontaneous brother. I will miss his lanky hugs, his crooked smile, his insatiable laugh. I will even miss his teasing. I will love him forever, I will love him for always, as long as I'm living, my brother he'll be.
So much sorrow. How can I handle it? I don't know. I don't know.

Monday, February 24, 2014

Perspective is everything

I know I've been vocal about how crappy our life has been these past few months.  We've had a lot of really annoying things over the past year. 

2009 was the year that life crashed around me.  I try to compare what life has thrown at me this year with that year and they don't even compare.  It's like complaining about a splinter when you know the pain of a broken leg.  Yes, they both hurt, but one is more of an annoyance that anything; the other is pain.

I remember that pain.  Yet, tonight I was reminded again.  There is a family in our church, a family I don't actually know, who lost their daughter last night to a long 2 year battle with cancer.  It is gut wrenching and horrible and devastating.  It is impossible.  I have been sobbing for their loss for the past hour.  My heart is remembering my own loss, thinking on loosing one of my children, and the loss of their sweet, beautiful, innocent daughter... it's more sad that words can express.  

My life right now is a freaking cake walk in comparison to their current journey.  I know it, I've walked it. 

Perspective is everything.

I am so sad for that family.  In my own circumstances, where life is annoying, I choose to dwell on the good rather than complain. Friends, help me to do this.   

"Finally, brothers and sisters, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable--if anything is excellent or praiseworthy--think about such things." Philippians 4:8

*Please pray for that family.  They could use every bit of prayer to get them though this.*

Friday, February 21, 2014

Food swap

So, I've been apart of this really awesome local food swap. My fantastic neighbor put it together and I am always delighted at the booty I get at them. The last swap was on Monday and I got loaded up with artisan bath salts, chocolate, nut butters, extracts, eggs, cloth napkins... And more! Sometimes there is home brewed beer, bread, butter, jam...  Oh the list goes on and on. It has been a wonderful way for me to expand my tastes and my wallet. Our grocery budget would not allow for all the things that I get each month, but with the swap, I always go away blessed and my pantry gets filled.

It is so fun to get back to the roots of America and swap! I highly suggest it!

Wednesday, February 19, 2014

of water heaters and non working cars

This year was suppose to be different than last year.  We were not suppose to have big things break on us and have huge financial issues this year like we did last....

I think life has a way of laughing at us when things are difficult-- by making them more difficult.  At least that's the feeling I've had for the past few months.

I'm not wishing life was easy, but that I could perhaps coast a little bit and not have to worry.

I really am trying to keep my chin up and have a positive attitude.  I don't think I'm succeeding very well today.

I just want to curl up in the fetal position and fall asleep.

Instead I'm sitting on the computer looking at prices of newish cars and water heaters. There are currently 11 tabs on my browser open comparing new water heaters and newish cars. I guess when life throws you curve balls, you have to buy more things?

I am over the spend money on things you don't want to spend money on... wouldn't it be nice to be able to pay off credit cards, sit in a clean, non construction zone house, and think of what I could make for dinner-- having enough to buy any and all groceries I want?  Perhaps someday.  As I think of it, maybe this is just how life goes.  You get 1 step forward to get pulled back 2 more steps.

There are many things I am thankful for-- clean running water (even if it is cold), a warm house, new flooring (thanks Met Life!), healthy kids, my hubby's job, the ability to stay home with our children, good friends who have helped me and encouraged me in numerous ways--especially this last difficult year, support from church, a Bible study group who welcomed us with open arms and has treated us like family...  the list could go on and on.

Tunnel vision is a terrible thing.  Too much focus on the bad has a way of seeping into my heart and making me forget all the truly wonderful things life has to offer.

So, if you see me and I'm in a whiny mood--  just tell me to remember all the great things about life!  This is a season and it too shall pass.  

Tuesday, February 11, 2014

I'm back

So, life has been busy and full and full of busy. I'm always running here and there and it seems like I rarely get a moment alone to just write.  So, I would very much like to start blogging again.  It's been a long time.
I have decided I need to cut out things that I'm doing just so I don't hurt people.  I sometimes schedule myself 3 or 4 things to do in a day-- which doesn't seem like a lot when you're a business person, but my life consists of nap time schedules, laundry, kindergarten schedules, feeding kidlets, grocery shopping, cooking, etc.  I am apart of a book club, a game club, 2 weekly Bible studies, have a gym membership, and plan at least 2 play dates a week.  I'm tired.  To top it all off, I have also been dealing with a flood/house remodel for over 2 months now.  So, that means, I have random worker men in my house all day almost every day.  I have dust flying, pee on my toilet from unknown people, and a dog who barks at every little noise, because she's confused.

I'm not sure how to say "no" when people want to do something.  I feel like I'm always up for dinner with friends, heck in the last week, we've had dinner with friends 4 times.  I love spending time with people.  I do feel energized when I'm with them.  Then, I come home and realize that I haven't had quality time with my little people, because I'm doing so much.

Last Wednesday, I woke up late, somehow got out the door in 25 minutes, went to Bible study, came home for a quick lunch, took Cole to school, ran errands, did nap time with Amelia, ran to get Cole, went to the gym, came home, fed my kids at 7:30, a friend came over until 9 and then I put the kids to bed.  This is a little busier than normal, but it's not so far out of the norm...  After I put my kids to bed, I realized that I was so busy doing good things that I didn't have any time to just be with them.

I'm trying to figure out what is going to fill me as a person and what is going to take away from my family.  I can't keep going and doing like I am.  I can't schedule something for every night of the week.  I just can't.

I have a lot of friends and only so much time.  I love people, and that's the hardest thing about trying to simplify life, I feel like in order to just be with my family, I have a cut out friendships... and I'm not sure how that works.

So, if I say no to you, please don't take it personal.  Please know that I am trying to find balance with my family.

I know adding my blog back in seems like something else to do, but really, for me, writing helps me to process my life.

Saturday, June 15, 2013

It has been a long time coming

So, if you know me you know that my older brother died at 27 a little over 4 years ago.  It has been a rocky ride for me and grief.  I have come so far and learned so much about myself and my relationships with God, my hubby, and friends.

Those whom I expected to be there in my sadness were somewhat not and God placed new people in my life.

There was a well known verse in Ecclesiastes that stuck out to me about life being seasons and how everything is made beautiful in its time.  I held onto that verse knowing that at some point life would once again be happy.  And, even in the pain, it was beautiful.  I am learning the fine art of being content where God has me.

I thought and thought and thought about it.

Two years ago after a solid year of thinking I decided to make it permanent in my life, and then found out I was pregnant with our sweet little girl, whom we had prayed for and wanted so very badly.  I put my plans on the back burner.

 Then this spring I once again started to make plans.  I started looking for the right fit and the right art.

On Wednesday at a small, hole-in-the-wall shop, I got my first tattoo.

It didn't hurt too badly, but I'm not going to lie, by the end I was ready to be done!!  I'm thrilled with the results.  I know it is going and be a reminder for the rest of my life of how life comes in seasons and some of them aren't pleasant, yet to become the person God want me to be, I must embrace those seasons, being content in the now, knowing that something else is ahead.

So, here's a pic from yesterday.  If you don't like tattoos, I'm really not looking for your comments.  Oh, and sorry about the tape marks, I can't get that silly sticky mess off!  

Sunday, April 7, 2013

feeling defeated

This is another rant. So, read at your own risk. I'm really irritable right now.

 I'm tired, frustrated, feel a bit used and abused, and I want a vacation.

I know there are lot of people who are in harder situations than myself, and I am not comparing myself to them. I am comparing myself to my normal life and it is just a little off kilter.

 Caleb has had mandatory training this week as well as guard, plus his regular 48 hour week, so he has worked 80 hours. Cole has had a cough, has been up almost every night for several hours, and has very whiny attitude. Amelia cut a tooth. I also worked 2 shifts this week and because of Caleb's training, I had to find childcare-- just adding to the list of my to-do's.

I really am just tired. I would really like a break from the disobedient, and smart talking 5 year old. I would enjoy sleeping without bringing a baby into bed to nurse first thing in the morning. I would really like to be able to go to the gym and get out some of my aggression.

 I'm doing the race to Robie Creek in 2 weeks and because of this week, I haven't been able to train but 1 time. I am so stinking nervous and feeling totally derailed at the fact that I haven't been able to go exercise. They call it the toughest half marathon for a reason. I know I've got 2 weeks, so I can potentially get to the gym and run outside every day from here on out, but I'm just feeling a bit trapped and without much help from my exhausted hubby.

 So, there you have it. It is Sunday at noon, I'm still in my pj's and I'm hoping this giant cup of coffee kicks in soon.