Timing is everything.

    Since the weather began to change four months ago, the members of my household have been playing a mean game of "pass the illness."  TheDav has been the MVP.  But everybody has put some points on the board at one time or another; everybody but me that is.  I have been the only one on the team to manage to stay healthy.  Basically my immune system rocks.  I like to think of it as William Wallace and pathogens are trying to take its freedom.  It has fought off attack after attack from my germ loving family and won.  Until the week before Christmas.  The first day that I woke up with a sore throat I thought "really immune system, really?"  To my body's credit it did fight hard against this but, alas this bug proved too strong and here I sit, sick, on Christmas Eve.  This really sucks for tons of reasons, the main one being that I have no energy.  Three (or two for accuracy's sake) kids excited about Christmas but no energy.  Boatloads of cookies to be made but no energy.  Toys to be assembled but no energy.  You catch my drift?  So if you see a red nosed lady dragging her feet, reeking of cough drops pretending to be merry and bright for the three kids with her, come on up and say "hey" but if you ask me to ride your sleigh, you might take an elbow to the ribs.  #iaintnokillabutdontpushme 

Make love, not war.

*You may have noticed by now that I make writing errors.  I know it, I apologize but it can't be fixed.  It's because I over edit.  I usually cut, copy and paste from like four different documents.  Then I nit pick and change tenses, find better ways to say the nothings that need to be said until I'm driving myself crazy then I just hit post.  Almost always something is left behind and becomes an error.  Oh and I basically AM a comma splice.  Whew, this blogging stuff is a lot more pressure than a simple facebook status ya know ;)

Now for my dose of random, not important thoughts. . .

    Remember how I said that theDav and I were incompatible?  Well that's the truth.  He likes veggies and I like junk.  He like to be hot, I like to be comfortably warm.  He likes to be a blanket mummy when he sleeps while I have to have my face, arms and at least one leg uncovered.  See what I mean?  Need more evidence?  Okay, I LOVE singing extremely loudly (and I'd like to think full of passion and emotion) while driving, in whatever key that comes out.  I can think of no better way to spend a road trip.  Now you know I why I always show up hoarse, lol.  But theDav, on the other hand, will actually restart a song to make sure that he matches the harmony, pitch, etc. perfectly!  Whaaaat?  Now that sounds karayzee to me.  Another, more important way, that we are different is the way we handle conflict.  Like most women I like to talk but sadly my husband likes to shut down.

    It may be shocking to some (not the some that actually know us) but sometimes we argue!  We recently made up after a four day long disagreement.  Now this in and of itself is not shocking news.  The shocker is that admittedly, I lost.  I didn't loose because my points were invalid or because he argued his point more eloquently than I.  This is after all about real events.  I lost because my husband was the first to remember something that we both had forgotten.  That when married people fight no matter who wins, they both lose.  On the car ride home from church theDav reminded me that we were both sinners saved by the grace of God and that our only hope at making it through this life together is found in the cross of Christ.  I was convicted and the fight was over.  It was pretty awesome to see.  It made me grateful that even after all the drama of our past the Lord had redeemed my husband and is working in him.  It also made theDav even cuter which, trust me, is very difficult to do.  More importantly though it reminded me that sin ruins ev er y thing (Kat Williams voice).  In a nutshell, Jesus didn't say "blessed are the peacemakers" for nothing, that junk is hard!    

Barely Sane

I live in something of a mad house.  Mostly because kids outnumber grown folk; also because only one of the grown folk is a woman which means that even they only make sense half the time ;)  I'm joking, kinda.  There are way too many things that happen in this house that make perfect sense to its other occupants but leave me clueless.  For instance it makes complete sense to all the males in my house to wash your face with hand soap then dry it on a hand towel.  Even if said hand towel is cream and you've been eating spaghetti.  Also it makes sense to everyone in my house that is under the age of 10 but over the age of one to put random items into your mouth.  Things like pennies and space ranger fingers are basically snacks 'round these parts.  To date, the most disturbing thing that I have to deal with here with this confusing clan of mine is the nakedness.  It is not uncommon, at any random point in the day, to walk into a room in my home and catch a glimpse of somebody's bare bum.  They may be getting their diaper changed, which is understandable.  They may have just taken a shower, I get that too.  But how do you realize (after being awake for 3-4 hours) that your underwear is not only backwards but inside out?  No answer?  Ok well try this one, how do you lose your diaper?  Or the best one yet, how do you just completely forget underwear?  See what I mean, this place is a mad house. I fear I'm getting weirder by the day.  Most moms check on their kids to make sure that they are sleeping soundly.  I'm checking to make sure that no one is naked!  Seriously, last week I came home from bible study and everyone was asleep in their rooms.  I turned the light on to check on DaeDae (who was "upset because it's later" whatever that means), glanced over at Ladybug and she was naked from the waste down!  Maybe I'll understand, one day.  

Save money, Live better.

    There are tons of things that I'm not usually willing to admit.  Like the fact that I am hyper sensitive.  Or that I'm still slightly scared of old people.  But there is one thing that theDav accuses me of that I'm finally ready to confront.  Ok, here it goes. . . 
    Sometimes Walmart, The Children's Place, Dollar Tree, stores can turn me into a shopaholic.  Especially around this time of year.  It's not uncommon to hear TheDav ask "how did we end up with (insert name of random item here)."  It's not as if I'm racking up debt or anything I'm a super duper bargain shopper.  Not only do I find great deals but I keep all of my receipts, all of em.  So stores beware if I buy something from you and I find it (or a comparable item) at another store for less within 90 days of purchase date, you can meet me at the customer service desk please and thank you!
    I enjoy shopping.  The whole process of it.  But as exciting as the swiping of debit cards is it can't compare to the pure joy that comes from giving a gift.  That thrill is unmatched.  Not to toot my own horn but I give great gifts.  I put time and thought into them.  Maybe that's why I love the "Christmas season" so much.  For a little while, everybody is kind of like me.  Everybody is thinking about somebody to give a gift to.  It's a special thing to get a gift that someone chose especially with you in mind.  It makes you feel loved and cared for.  It forever creates a bond between you and the giver.
    One gift that theDav and I plan to give our kids is the gift of truth.  (And since Jesus said he IS the truth)We plan to teach our children as much about Jesus as we know.  We do know that he was hung on a cross.  We've taught them that.  We do know that he is risen, taught them that too.  We also know that he was born to come to earth and die for our sins, as a GIFT.  Although we know that it probably wasn't in December, we've decided to teach them that Christmas is a day that everybody is reminded of the birth of the Christ.  We teach them to love and obey Christ every day on the calendar.  But this one day is special because even people who are lost are reminded that Jesus is in fact Immanuel!  We've no books on the subject, no new downloaded sermons on the topic.  We aren't even seeking out advice on it anymore.  In a nutshell, we've decided that we are just going to celebrate Christmas the same way we celebrate everything else in life, with Christ as our focus. 
  

I'll give it a go.

So I've been toying with the idea of a blog for some time now.  But I'm kind of a wimp (and bad speller), a big one.  So here I am about a year after saying, "I would like to start a blog" and  I'm doing it.  I have a real life acquaintance, turned facebook friend to thank for the sudden boost of courage.  Ok now who am I exactly?  Well I'd like to think that once upon a blue moon I was kind of a big deal.  Now, not so much.  Here are my stats:

~ I'm a Christian.  Wasn't raised in a Christian home but miraculously I was saved in college.
~ I'm married to theDav.  We are the least compatible couple on the face of the Earth but we love each other so it's ok.
~I've got three kids.  Dae Dae is four and a musical genius. Ladybug is 18 months, she likes to say "no," and TeaTea (TT) is 3 months; she enjoys crying, breast milk and sleep (in that order.)

So there is it, that's pretty much who I am, in a nutshell.