...the makeup will make it out of my make-up bag and onto my face.
...my hair will be short enough to be manageable again.
I seem to have lots of energy-which is fabulous (considering the fibromyalgia!) but there is only so much to go around. This week it is going to kids, house and and enrichment. (Mucho time on each.)
But not one day this week has my face been made up and my hair is too long to me managed which means its just frizzy and I throw it up in a clip.
But here is what I can tell you. I feel amazing. I am so thankful i have energy. I love that my children have a mom to take care of them and that my house is in ok order-well its getting there. lol. I am grateful for friends and for husbands (mostly mine) and this week Diet Cherry Dr Pepper rates really high on the list. :) And this week my pain level is low. I am so so grateful for that!
Friday, November 6, 2009
Thursday, November 5, 2009
Cayde pics
My sweet friend Michelle Cortez took some pics of Cayde and posted some on her blog. She is so fun! Thanks Michelle!
Sunday, November 1, 2009
Peace Pipe
I think people are funny. I mean FUNNY.
Today my neighbor who through the Quinceanera a few months ago for her daughter- yes the same one I walked into with my inside out shirt-yes knowing it was inside out. It happens people....
They are Mexican. They are Catholic. I think both of those things are fine and I think I have made clear through the years as we have sat out on her or Charlene or Patty's or my front porch talking late into the summer nights. We are all very good friends. They are the kind of neighbor's one wants to have. The kind you can depend on, the kind you want to pack up and take with you when you move.
Tonight said neighbor knocked on my door with a gift for the baby and a prayer rug that had a little thing in English (not her first or best language) explaining you should write a small note asking for any blessing you need and you will be prayed for. Ok.
I took it from her. She was very nervous I could tell. She kept glancing at our picture of Christ on the wall. She kept asking if it was ok and saying she wanted to come sooner and telling me I did not have to do it. (Shouldn't this have been a peace pipe of sorts?) Her Jesus, My Jesus, they are the same man, no?
Thus she WAS nervous and I knew it must have taken her great courage to come. I did not write the note FOR her, but I did write the note. Look...I ain't turnin away any prayers. If you have one and you are willin to send it our way, I will take it.
Anyway I wrote her a note, she had someone else's note and made it very clear she was not only not reading it but not looking at it even. It was to be folded back up into the rug. (This did not concern me, but I thought i very sweet a gesture.)
Our other neighbor Charlene had told/asked her to light candles for Cayde. I appreciated that. Each and every one. I do not feel religion should be a stumbling block between us but a commonality, a way if no other that we can grasp hands and say...bless you....you are loved by someone higher and bigger and more powerful than me.
Today my neighbor who through the Quinceanera a few months ago for her daughter- yes the same one I walked into with my inside out shirt-yes knowing it was inside out. It happens people....
They are Mexican. They are Catholic. I think both of those things are fine and I think I have made clear through the years as we have sat out on her or Charlene or Patty's or my front porch talking late into the summer nights. We are all very good friends. They are the kind of neighbor's one wants to have. The kind you can depend on, the kind you want to pack up and take with you when you move.
Tonight said neighbor knocked on my door with a gift for the baby and a prayer rug that had a little thing in English (not her first or best language) explaining you should write a small note asking for any blessing you need and you will be prayed for. Ok.
I took it from her. She was very nervous I could tell. She kept glancing at our picture of Christ on the wall. She kept asking if it was ok and saying she wanted to come sooner and telling me I did not have to do it. (Shouldn't this have been a peace pipe of sorts?) Her Jesus, My Jesus, they are the same man, no?
Thus she WAS nervous and I knew it must have taken her great courage to come. I did not write the note FOR her, but I did write the note. Look...I ain't turnin away any prayers. If you have one and you are willin to send it our way, I will take it.
Anyway I wrote her a note, she had someone else's note and made it very clear she was not only not reading it but not looking at it even. It was to be folded back up into the rug. (This did not concern me, but I thought i very sweet a gesture.)
Our other neighbor Charlene had told/asked her to light candles for Cayde. I appreciated that. Each and every one. I do not feel religion should be a stumbling block between us but a commonality, a way if no other that we can grasp hands and say...bless you....you are loved by someone higher and bigger and more powerful than me.
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