OF MICE AND MEN

We have a mouse in our house. You will recall here my last run in with them. I hate mice. HATE them. They are dirty and sneaky and dirty, and I can not stand them. I told HH about him a couple of weeks ago. He said set some traps, blah blah blah. It is clear now that he did not believe me. Even last week when I saw the mouse run across the floor, he still did not believe me.
Much like our own lives, the truth always comes out. SOOOOO when the mouse skirted across the floor LAST night and HH SAW him, he sprang into action. Suddenly there was a battle plan...more traps..more peanut butter and cheese.... basically MORE.
He even rearranged my traps (which I had asked him to set out) last night.
The mouse is still free today but his days are numbered.
To just 1 I hope.

WALKING IN HER SHOES

This is my dad's family, many years ago.
Imagine growing up with all those boys.
All that wrestling.
All that food.
All that milk.


Combined, my dad and his siblings have cranked out over 40 grandkids, with lots of boys in the mix. When we were growing up, and would go visit my grandmother, many, MANY times she would end up saying one of the following:

"Boys! Get out of my kitchen!"

"Take it outside boys!"

"Get out of the refrigerator boys!"

I never really got why she got so upset about it.
After all I grew up in a house full of girls.
I totally get it now.

IT'S LIVE BOYS

DVR has changed the way my kids watch TV. Me too, but it really shows up in them. They keep wanting me to fast forward through the commercials of live TV. When we go to Audie's house they want to rewind her shows. (Audie is DVR less...poor thing).
I keep telling them,
"It's live TV boys, you can't fast forward that."
Now what I am about to say is nowhere near a novel idea. Just my two cents worth.
This morning as we were watching X-Men Revolution, live, and another request to fast forward was denied, I thought how many times I have asked God to fast forward, and rewind, and pause, and occasionally delete, and keep times in my life.
Times when I would like to hurry up and get to the part where it is all better.
Times when I would like to go back to when it was all good.
Times when I want to pause and just stay in the moments,
and those moments I wish were never even given the time.
And many times, my DVR life request is denied.
Why?
Cause it's LIVE boys!
We are called to live it. Today. In the now.
Not in the past, although we remember it and learn from it.
Not worrying about the future, although we plan for it and pray for it.
Not deleting the things we wished had never happened, because given over to Him they are turned for His glory and we are restored.
Not even the times we want to pause and relish this life for an unhealthy period of time, lest we loose focus of Who should be our focus.
Nope- can't DVR this thing called life.
What we can do is live it.
To the fullest.
We choose.
You choose.
I choose.
Because He chose.

MCKMAMA

Great post by MckMama.
Worth the read.
(If it wasn't I would not have put it on here).
Have a great Wednesday!

HE CAME... I WILL....

We sang a song in church Sunday that has stuck with me. The chorus goes like this...

He came and He healed me.
He came and refreshed me.
He came and washed my sins away.

I will rejoice.
I will rejoice, and be glad.

That pretty much sums it up. I will leave it alone and let it sit on you for a bit.
Bet it makes you smile.

WHATEVER MARTHA!

I love Martha Stewart. I do.

Prison time and all, I still love her.

As much as I love her, I could never be her.

As was evidenced by the cookies we made Saturday.

HH was off riding his motorbikey thingy with some motorbikey peeps.

The men children and I were going to make pumpkin cut out cookies.

It is one of the main reasons I decided to stay home this year.

To bake cookies.

I had every intention of doing the whole PW thing and taking multiple pics of the progress.

Every intention.
Then the men children got involved.

And I got this instead.

We did a couple of good ones out.

We did get flour all over my non-existent floor.

We did have a grand ole time eating them up.

I have decided at Thanksgiving, Mommy will make the cookies at night

and the men children can decorate.

Yes.

I think that will be much better.

Saturday night brought the UFC.

And Bob.

Who brought some of the best brownies EVER!

He could give Martha a run for her money!

I LIKE HELPING YOU MAMA

I long for the day.

I really, really do.

When MC 2 will not hold my rear end

while I am doing kicks for

Jillian and Biggest Loser Boot Camp and say

"I am helping you mama".

Jiggle control.

That is his job.

Have a great weekend!

PS - Honestly- I will miss this time together terribly.

All too soon my men children will be men and will be gone.

They need to stick around.

The jiggles can go away any time though.