First, I get a phone call from work telling me I missed signing for some meds last night and I have until tonight to get in and sign them, or I'll get a med error. So, off I go, to the office on my day off, to do the required signatures.
Then I figured since I was out, I'd go change my license to reflect my recent name change. Of course it was across town, but still, no problem. I get there and they only take cash.
Across the street is a bank with an ATM. It's my lucky day! The bank ATM would not take my credit card. Went a couple blocks to the Walgreens to use their ATM (which costs $3, but I'm in a hurry). No problem.
Got back to the license bureau, thinking I was all set. I get to the counter and they need a copy of my marriage certificate. Ha! No problem...I have a copy with me. But they don't want a copy, they want the original. Which is, of course, at home. It was 4:05 pm and the license bureau is only open until 4:15 pm.
I'll have to do this another day. After wrangling with the over-the-door shoe rack and running into the office, my stress level needs a little break.
Home is my soft spot...my sweet, peace place.
A place to unload the worries of the day and celebrate the knowledge I am not alone in this crazy world!
Friday, August 12, 2011
NOW I Know Why I Got Married!
I purchased one of those shoe racks that hang over the door. 'Easy', I thought. 'I can do this', I thought. The box said it would take 15 minutes to put the rack together.
There's something wrong with hand tools. They don't work for me. Everyone else on the planet can use a screw driver and follow directions with a picture for each step. When I get a tool in my hand, all of a sudden the picture of the directions get all backwards or something.
15 minutes...HA!
Plus, I'm sweating, which is something I don't do.
Yes, I did get the stupid thing hung and all my shoes are neatly placed on it. Are the shoes supposed to hang with the bottoms exposed? If not, they're going to stay that way, anyway.
Stupid tools.
There's something wrong with hand tools. They don't work for me. Everyone else on the planet can use a screw driver and follow directions with a picture for each step. When I get a tool in my hand, all of a sudden the picture of the directions get all backwards or something.
15 minutes...HA!
Plus, I'm sweating, which is something I don't do.
Yes, I did get the stupid thing hung and all my shoes are neatly placed on it. Are the shoes supposed to hang with the bottoms exposed? If not, they're going to stay that way, anyway.
Stupid tools.
Thursday, August 11, 2011
A Letter to My Children
Dearest "You Know Who You Are",
I have a series of regrets in my life, but not being the mom you needed me to be when your step-father was sent to prison is the biggest regret I have. It doesn't matter that my world was crumbling. It doesn't matter that I was an abused wife and didn't have the self-esteem of an earthworm. It didn't matter that I had no clue what I was going to do.
What mattered was that you were children and you needed me. You needed me to be strong. You needed me to fight for you. You needed me to love you and hold you and tell you how wonderful you were, how we were going to get through this.
I put too much on your shoulders, my children. At the time, I didn't even know half of what we going on in my household. Even that isn't a good excuse for not being the mother you needed me to be.
I'm sorry. I'm very sorry. I love each and every one of you and think you are amazing adults, despite the hardships you faced in your life. You didn't deserve it. You weren't put on this earth to withstand it.
Oh, how I wish I could go back. I would change so many things. I would hug you more. I would read with you more. I would forget about myself and give you what you needed more.
My prayer now is that you forgive me.
Mom
I have a series of regrets in my life, but not being the mom you needed me to be when your step-father was sent to prison is the biggest regret I have. It doesn't matter that my world was crumbling. It doesn't matter that I was an abused wife and didn't have the self-esteem of an earthworm. It didn't matter that I had no clue what I was going to do.
What mattered was that you were children and you needed me. You needed me to be strong. You needed me to fight for you. You needed me to love you and hold you and tell you how wonderful you were, how we were going to get through this.
I put too much on your shoulders, my children. At the time, I didn't even know half of what we going on in my household. Even that isn't a good excuse for not being the mother you needed me to be.
I'm sorry. I'm very sorry. I love each and every one of you and think you are amazing adults, despite the hardships you faced in your life. You didn't deserve it. You weren't put on this earth to withstand it.
Oh, how I wish I could go back. I would change so many things. I would hug you more. I would read with you more. I would forget about myself and give you what you needed more.
My prayer now is that you forgive me.
Mom
Oh, the Perils I Face!
Tonight at work, it was Park and Recreation night, where all the REM houses get together and do an activity together. Tonight I had two of the consumers with me and we were going to make scrambled eggs in a bag. (Very handy for camping. Just crack two eggs into a zip lock bag, add cheese, meat, onions, whatever you like in your omelet, and put it in boiling water until done.) Everything was going fine (which should have been a warning for me) until I was taking one of the consumers over to the grill to cook her omelet. She tripped on an uneven part of the concrete, bruising one of her knees and scraping the other one pretty badly. Thankfully, someone had the foresight to put a first aid kit in her car and we took care of the wound. Poor girl just wanted her flippin' omelet and she gets side winded by a piece of concrete. I just don't understand why they like going to these things. I think it's mostly about the food they get. We also made s'mores, so that helped her owies immensely.
The rest of the night I'm going to rest, relax, and do some reading, I think. It's so nice to have a night where I don't have to do anything. I certainly need that with fibromyalgia...it's really screaming its' ugly head tonight. It's hard to even get up off the couch and moving is very slow and steady. But that's life, isn't it? This may just be the thorn in my side that one of the disciples had and God wouldn't take it away from him. (RK, who was that?)
May God grant you peace and love this night and always.
The rest of the night I'm going to rest, relax, and do some reading, I think. It's so nice to have a night where I don't have to do anything. I certainly need that with fibromyalgia...it's really screaming its' ugly head tonight. It's hard to even get up off the couch and moving is very slow and steady. But that's life, isn't it? This may just be the thorn in my side that one of the disciples had and God wouldn't take it away from him. (RK, who was that?)
May God grant you peace and love this night and always.
Wednesday, August 10, 2011
Marriage So Far
I didn't think getting married would change anything, but it did. I feel more connected to Joel and it's almost as good as it was in the beginning of our relationship. We made a commitment to one another in front of God and our witnesses; it's permanent and that makes me happy. I think the change is in my heart. I have God's favor again and I can stop feeling guilty about us living together before we got married.
I know to some of you, this sounds ridiculous. I'm 53 and Joel is 44. We're both old enough to have made such a decision. But it actually did bother me that I wasn't living my life as God would have me live it. Now I'm reading books on being a good wife. (Any suggestions?)
I know to some of you, this sounds ridiculous. I'm 53 and Joel is 44. We're both old enough to have made such a decision. But it actually did bother me that I wasn't living my life as God would have me live it. Now I'm reading books on being a good wife. (Any suggestions?)
Tuesday, August 9, 2011
A Snippet From my Day
I've been a little negative lately, focusing on something only God can fix. I thought I would write about something positive.
I wrote this at work during a quiet period. One of the three consumers I work for is in bed and the other two ore watching TV. I can't complain. At times it gets a little hectic and stressful, but nothing I can't handle. Just a little while ago, on the the three consumers from the other apartment came looking for me. Normally that would be fine, but this time she was stark naked! I'm used to it, but it sent on of my guys over the edge. He couldn't stop laughing over what he saw! You really have to be ready for anything around there!
I do love my job. We're having some professional staff changes right now and it's a little confusing over who is supposed to be doing what, but we'll be fine.
I wrote this at work during a quiet period. One of the three consumers I work for is in bed and the other two ore watching TV. I can't complain. At times it gets a little hectic and stressful, but nothing I can't handle. Just a little while ago, on the the three consumers from the other apartment came looking for me. Normally that would be fine, but this time she was stark naked! I'm used to it, but it sent on of my guys over the edge. He couldn't stop laughing over what he saw! You really have to be ready for anything around there!
I do love my job. We're having some professional staff changes right now and it's a little confusing over who is supposed to be doing what, but we'll be fine.
More Woes
I definitely feel like I'm "reaping what I sowed" with my children. I used to ignore my mother, roll my eyes at things she had to say, not talk to her for days (until I needed something), and was hateful toward her sometimes. Now that she's gone, I would take all that back in a heartbeat. I would hug her, tell her how much I loved her, and spend time with her. But I can't. And there will be a day when my children won't have those opportunities with me.
I'm not saying they shouldn't be angry. Some serious things happened to them when they were children. It seems to me that they are angry at the wrong person, though. Maybe I should have handled things differently at the time my ex-husband left for prison, but I was reeling from the tornado that was our lives at the time, too.
I'm not saying I'm blameless. I was the adult and I should have been stronger and more supportive of what my children were going through. But I wasn't. My life was changing dramatically and there were a lot of "what am I going to do now?" thoughts and feelings. That life change was forced upon me and I had to coordinate all the changes at once. I am sorry I didn't pay more attention to my children and what they were going through, but Steve did such a fine job of taking away all my respect, my children wouldn't have accepted my assistance, anyway.
Really, I'm not making excuses. These are the cold, hard facts. At least from my perspective. My children each have their own version and their own story.
I wish with all my might that I could take it all back. To go back to that day (February 1, 1990) and change everything. Not the part where Steve left, but for me to be a stronger mom for my children. My world fell apart that day. Again, not so much that Steve left, but because I truly didn't know what I was going to do. I was a stay-at-home mom, so I had to worry about how we were going to live. We had just bought a new mobile home, so that would probably have to go (which it did)...where were we going to live? My own sense of betrayal and anger was clouding my thoughts.
I wish my children could give me a little slack. I hate when they're angry at me. I am always apologizing to them, even when it isn't warranted.
I'm tired of this conversation.
I'm not saying they shouldn't be angry. Some serious things happened to them when they were children. It seems to me that they are angry at the wrong person, though. Maybe I should have handled things differently at the time my ex-husband left for prison, but I was reeling from the tornado that was our lives at the time, too.
I'm not saying I'm blameless. I was the adult and I should have been stronger and more supportive of what my children were going through. But I wasn't. My life was changing dramatically and there were a lot of "what am I going to do now?" thoughts and feelings. That life change was forced upon me and I had to coordinate all the changes at once. I am sorry I didn't pay more attention to my children and what they were going through, but Steve did such a fine job of taking away all my respect, my children wouldn't have accepted my assistance, anyway.
Really, I'm not making excuses. These are the cold, hard facts. At least from my perspective. My children each have their own version and their own story.
I wish with all my might that I could take it all back. To go back to that day (February 1, 1990) and change everything. Not the part where Steve left, but for me to be a stronger mom for my children. My world fell apart that day. Again, not so much that Steve left, but because I truly didn't know what I was going to do. I was a stay-at-home mom, so I had to worry about how we were going to live. We had just bought a new mobile home, so that would probably have to go (which it did)...where were we going to live? My own sense of betrayal and anger was clouding my thoughts.
I wish my children could give me a little slack. I hate when they're angry at me. I am always apologizing to them, even when it isn't warranted.
I'm tired of this conversation.
Monday, August 8, 2011
My Parenting Woes
I am the first to admit I wasn't good at raising my children. I made many mistakes and showed poor judgment as a mother. There are deep wounds that will only take a miracle to fix. I believe in the power of God through Jesus Christ, and even this can be healed. My family will be together again. (Sweet shall be the peace of my children...the Bible says it and I believe it.)
In the present, though, my family is fractured and I don't know what to do about it. It doesn't help to remind them of my own fractured life and that's part of the reason I didn't know how to take care of them. As a matter of fact, I didn't know how to take care of myself. This made for a very poor childhood for my children.
Having a husband who beat me and verbally abused me to the point of not having any self-respect or confidence surely didn't help. I was a scared, timid, and beat-down person. How can I explain to my children how horrible my so-called existence was? I didn't make a move without Steve knowing about it. I was a non-person, incapable of making my own decisions. Everything that was normal was pretty much sucked out of my by the time Steve went to prison.
I wish I could say it was different. I would've done anything to have even a modicum of normalcy in our lives. My children were fighting demons of their own and I wasn't there for them. I was barely there for myself. It was easier for me to just let them do whatever they wanted rather than set rules and enforce them. I just didn't have it in me at the time to be a parent.
I'm pretty sure my children spent a lot of time laughing at me over how much they could get away with. As a parent, I was a joke. My children had absolutely no respect for me. I had no respect for myself. As difficult as it would've been to do, I should have gotten help - family counseling might have helped us to deal with everything we were dealing with...individually and as a family. I was told that family counseling is too late now, but I don't believe that. I think family counseling would be a very good idea, even if I was the only one going.
I do love my children. They're all amazing and talented people, despite bad parenting on my part. But, they do make mistakes that affect how their children view them and view life. Maybe they've never made the same mistakes I did, but none of us are without sin. And isn't making mistakes the same as sinning? I think so.
I missed the mark. I made serious mistakes that can't be reversed. So, tell me, what do I do? I don't want a fractured family anymore. It's going to take time to earn their respect again, but I want to try. I'm remorseful. I've repented. I've asked for forgiveness. I'm at a loss as to what to do to make this better.
I have to believe that God is taking of this in His perfect timing. I have to have enough faith to let this problem go.
I love you Billie, Jaci, Jeremy, and Stephanie...whatever love means. I love the adults you've become, even with your flaws and mistakes. I love you, even if you can't love me back. I hope someday our lives will be better and we can be a family again.
In the present, though, my family is fractured and I don't know what to do about it. It doesn't help to remind them of my own fractured life and that's part of the reason I didn't know how to take care of them. As a matter of fact, I didn't know how to take care of myself. This made for a very poor childhood for my children.
Having a husband who beat me and verbally abused me to the point of not having any self-respect or confidence surely didn't help. I was a scared, timid, and beat-down person. How can I explain to my children how horrible my so-called existence was? I didn't make a move without Steve knowing about it. I was a non-person, incapable of making my own decisions. Everything that was normal was pretty much sucked out of my by the time Steve went to prison.
I wish I could say it was different. I would've done anything to have even a modicum of normalcy in our lives. My children were fighting demons of their own and I wasn't there for them. I was barely there for myself. It was easier for me to just let them do whatever they wanted rather than set rules and enforce them. I just didn't have it in me at the time to be a parent.
I'm pretty sure my children spent a lot of time laughing at me over how much they could get away with. As a parent, I was a joke. My children had absolutely no respect for me. I had no respect for myself. As difficult as it would've been to do, I should have gotten help - family counseling might have helped us to deal with everything we were dealing with...individually and as a family. I was told that family counseling is too late now, but I don't believe that. I think family counseling would be a very good idea, even if I was the only one going.
I do love my children. They're all amazing and talented people, despite bad parenting on my part. But, they do make mistakes that affect how their children view them and view life. Maybe they've never made the same mistakes I did, but none of us are without sin. And isn't making mistakes the same as sinning? I think so.
I missed the mark. I made serious mistakes that can't be reversed. So, tell me, what do I do? I don't want a fractured family anymore. It's going to take time to earn their respect again, but I want to try. I'm remorseful. I've repented. I've asked for forgiveness. I'm at a loss as to what to do to make this better.
I have to believe that God is taking of this in His perfect timing. I have to have enough faith to let this problem go.
I love you Billie, Jaci, Jeremy, and Stephanie...whatever love means. I love the adults you've become, even with your flaws and mistakes. I love you, even if you can't love me back. I hope someday our lives will be better and we can be a family again.
Politics as Seen by a Non-Political Person
It's getting to be scary times in this country. Money doesn't mean as much as it's supposed to, we have a president in love with himself more than he loves our country, health care sucks...I'm very frustrated about all of it. I don't claim to understand politics, but I certainly don't understand what our president has done for this country. I'm pretty sure the rest of the world is laughing their butts off over the decisions our president has made. We're being told to conserve this and that, yet enormous bonuses are still being given to CEOs and other management people. I've always said the Amish and those people who live as they do will be the only people who won't be affected by this.
As I've said, I don't know much about politics. I do know our president loves to talk and give speeches. He's very smooth and I can see why people could be deceived by him. But seriously, all he is is talk, talk, and more talk. And it's usually about how great he is and how everyone else is responsible for our country's woes.
That's all I'm going to say about that.
As I've said, I don't know much about politics. I do know our president loves to talk and give speeches. He's very smooth and I can see why people could be deceived by him. But seriously, all he is is talk, talk, and more talk. And it's usually about how great he is and how everyone else is responsible for our country's woes.
That's all I'm going to say about that.
Sunday, August 7, 2011
OUCH!
Ok, I'm going to have a little whine fest here. If I stand, bend, or walk for more than 5 minutes, I end up with excruciating pain in my lower back that is only relieved by sitting down. It feels like a huge rock pounding down steadily on my spine.
It's mostly fine at home because I can sit anytime I want to and I don't have a picky husband (I love saying husband...lol). At work it's noticed the most because I have to assist people in the shower and help one of the guys get dressed. It's getting more and more difficult to do these things. After assisting in the shower, I end up sitting on the floor helping a consumer dress. It's the only way I can do it.
Soon I'll have insurance and can go to my doctor for all these things. I just have to find a way to live my life as it is until then.
Prayers would definitely be appreciated!
It's mostly fine at home because I can sit anytime I want to and I don't have a picky husband (I love saying husband...lol). At work it's noticed the most because I have to assist people in the shower and help one of the guys get dressed. It's getting more and more difficult to do these things. After assisting in the shower, I end up sitting on the floor helping a consumer dress. It's the only way I can do it.
Soon I'll have insurance and can go to my doctor for all these things. I just have to find a way to live my life as it is until then.
Prayers would definitely be appreciated!
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Sophie, the Wonder Cat
Sophia has a great life. She sleeps when she wants to, eats when she wants to, does her bodily functions when she wants to. AND she gets to sit on Joel's lap at any time of day.
Funny thing about it is, she would never sit on anyone's lap but my own before Joel. She's a traitor. I know it's because Joel pets her. He claims that when I'm not home, Sophie ignores him, but I have a sneaking suspicion they are pretty good pals all through the day.
Maybe we should let her at the squirrels in the attic. If she still had her front claws, I might consider it. As it is, though, she's quite content with eating an occasional moth or other bug that finds its way into the house. EWWWW!!! Stupid cat. (Not really...she's very loved.)
She's part of the family.
Why can't laundry and lawn mowing do themselves? I mean, we do it the same way every time; you'd think they would remember the process by now. I want to sit and stare at my ring all day, not do menial tasks. Ah, well. Life goes on. The grass gets longer and the laundry sits there, begging to be cleaned. Welcome back to real life.
Joel and I are night owls. We just love staying up until around 3:30 am, watching the TV shows we've recorded or doing our own things on the computers. This means the day is half done...or at least we have a late start on it. The funny thing is, I don't really care. I love my life as it is and wouldn't trade a minute of it.
Joel is outside with a BB gun, trying to hit the squirrels that keep invading our attic. He says he's never hit one, but the trying is fun. I really should take a picture for posterity. Maybe I'll take a whack at it. Pretty sure I wouldn't be any better at it than Joel, but it would make me feel more like a country wife.
Joel and I are night owls. We just love staying up until around 3:30 am, watching the TV shows we've recorded or doing our own things on the computers. This means the day is half done...or at least we have a late start on it. The funny thing is, I don't really care. I love my life as it is and wouldn't trade a minute of it.
Joel is outside with a BB gun, trying to hit the squirrels that keep invading our attic. He says he's never hit one, but the trying is fun. I really should take a picture for posterity. Maybe I'll take a whack at it. Pretty sure I wouldn't be any better at it than Joel, but it would make me feel more like a country wife.
It's going to take me some time to get used to my new last name. I think after I send off copies of my marriage certificate to all the appropriate places, I will have gotten used to it. I was able to sign with my new name today, but I'll feel better once the driver's license and ssn cards have the correct name listed on them.
I keep looking at my hand, knowing that ring is going to be there forever. I'm glad and am humbly grateful for my life right now. It took a lot to get here. My family is not all "together" right now and that hurts, but I've given it over to God. He is the perfect Father and will take care of everything necessary to bring us together again. I'm sure there are hurt feelings all around, but am confident God can take care of it.
Didn't do anything special today. Shopped a little at Kohl's (thanks to a gift card for a wedding gift from my best friend), but didn't get much. I'll have another shot at it tomorrow. I'm looking at some high thread count sheets and will probably go back for those. I can also shop online. That's even better!
I'm off for the night...God bless all who read this.
I keep looking at my hand, knowing that ring is going to be there forever. I'm glad and am humbly grateful for my life right now. It took a lot to get here. My family is not all "together" right now and that hurts, but I've given it over to God. He is the perfect Father and will take care of everything necessary to bring us together again. I'm sure there are hurt feelings all around, but am confident God can take care of it.
Didn't do anything special today. Shopped a little at Kohl's (thanks to a gift card for a wedding gift from my best friend), but didn't get much. I'll have another shot at it tomorrow. I'm looking at some high thread count sheets and will probably go back for those. I can also shop online. That's even better!
I'm off for the night...God bless all who read this.
Friday, August 5, 2011
My Wedding Day
It's early enough in the morning that no one else is up. It gives me time to ponder on the fact that I am truly getting married today. Just a short time ago, I was certain I was going to live out my days living at my dad's and going to work. God brought Joel back into my life just at the right time and I am amazed by that.
This day is something I've thought about for years and it is here. I'm trying to cherish every moment, but because Joel and I really wanted a simple wedding, there really wasn't that much to do. We aren't having a party. We aren't having a reception. Joel's niece made a beautiful wedding cake for us, but other than that, no food will be served. Joel and I aren't going on a honeymoon; in fact, we're going to the movie "Rise of the Planet of the Apes" tonight.
But it's still my wedding day. It's a very special day. There are clouds about, threatening rain, but that doesn't matter to me. The weather is being forecast as being partly cloudy and maybe God will honor us with some sunshine when the time comes.
I wonder if I will cry. I've always figured this would be a perfect time for tearing up, but I rarely cry in front of others. Actually, I hope it's very relaxed and mixed with laughter. I want it to be fun and not stuffy. I'm sure I'll be on here later to give an update and add pictures.
Happy Wedding Day to us!
This day is something I've thought about for years and it is here. I'm trying to cherish every moment, but because Joel and I really wanted a simple wedding, there really wasn't that much to do. We aren't having a party. We aren't having a reception. Joel's niece made a beautiful wedding cake for us, but other than that, no food will be served. Joel and I aren't going on a honeymoon; in fact, we're going to the movie "Rise of the Planet of the Apes" tonight.
But it's still my wedding day. It's a very special day. There are clouds about, threatening rain, but that doesn't matter to me. The weather is being forecast as being partly cloudy and maybe God will honor us with some sunshine when the time comes.
I wonder if I will cry. I've always figured this would be a perfect time for tearing up, but I rarely cry in front of others. Actually, I hope it's very relaxed and mixed with laughter. I want it to be fun and not stuffy. I'm sure I'll be on here later to give an update and add pictures.
Happy Wedding Day to us!
Thursday, August 4, 2011
It's happening, just as I knew it would. I'm nervous. Getting married is a very serious thing and shouldn't be done without a thorough examination of our hearts. I know I'm ready to be Joel's wife. I will be proud to be his wife and a part of his family. I'm one of the lucky ones because I truly do love his family.
I'm sorry, folks, but this is the only thing I'm thinking about these days.
I'm sorry, folks, but this is the only thing I'm thinking about these days.
Went to my monthly staff meeting this morning and got the feeling that no one believed adults can get Thrush. My supervisor said "I didn't think anyone other than babies got Thrush." Did they want to look inside my mouth to see the white lumps on my tongue and cheeks? I hate feeling like a liar.
Still have the sore throat and everything tastes bitter. My precious Diet Coke hurts because of the carbonation. I know this will get better and I will forget all about it.
Like when I think about getting married in two days. OMG! I'm getting married in two days! I can barely believe it myself. It's such a lovely, exciting feeling.
Going to bed now. The sooner I go to bed, the sooner Friday will get here. I know this blog is boring, but I just don't know what to write. My feelings cannot be contained, nor are there any words for what I'm feeling. I love Joel with all my heart and this is the natural next step in our relationship. And finally, I will have an "S" behind my name! I will be a part of the Hershbergers!
Goodnight, all!
Still have the sore throat and everything tastes bitter. My precious Diet Coke hurts because of the carbonation. I know this will get better and I will forget all about it.
Like when I think about getting married in two days. OMG! I'm getting married in two days! I can barely believe it myself. It's such a lovely, exciting feeling.
Going to bed now. The sooner I go to bed, the sooner Friday will get here. I know this blog is boring, but I just don't know what to write. My feelings cannot be contained, nor are there any words for what I'm feeling. I love Joel with all my heart and this is the natural next step in our relationship. And finally, I will have an "S" behind my name! I will be a part of the Hershbergers!
Goodnight, all!
Tuesday, August 2, 2011
My second day with having Thrush. Who gets thrush, anyway? Where did this fungus come from? Am I missing something in my "oh so perfect" diet? Go figure. I guess you can't get everything from a vitamin or supplement. I swear I'm going to start watching the foods I put in this body. All I care about is if I'm "kissable" on Friday. I can't have a wedding ceremony without that part about kissing the bride. It's my favorite part!
Believe me, staying at home isn't as fun as it sounds. TV sucks. I don't feel like pulling out my Kindle to read anything. I worry about what's going on at work and did they find someone to take my place. Random thoughts, really. When I'm at home, I don't feel I have much purpose. I could be doing laundry (that would surprise Joel), but really don't feel well enough to get off this couch.
Yuck.
Believe me, staying at home isn't as fun as it sounds. TV sucks. I don't feel like pulling out my Kindle to read anything. I worry about what's going on at work and did they find someone to take my place. Random thoughts, really. When I'm at home, I don't feel I have much purpose. I could be doing laundry (that would surprise Joel), but really don't feel well enough to get off this couch.
Yuck.
Philippians 4:11
"Actually, I don't have a sense of needing anything personally. I've learned by now to be quite content whatever my circumstances. I'm just as happy with little as with much, with much as with little. I've found the recipe for being happy whether full or hungry, hands full or hands empty. Whatever I have, wherever I am, I can make it through anything in the One who makes me who I am."
I'm doing very well with being calm these few days before I become Mrs. Joel Hershberger. I know Friday I'm going to be a woman in crisis, but for now, I'm doing ok. I have no doubts about marrying Joel. He is one of the nicest men I've ever met and I can't imagine my life without him. I'm a little nervous about how many people are going to witness the ceremony, but I'm also glad for all who are coming to wish us well.
I love the Hershbergers (I've known them for many years) and becoming one of the family is going to be a very easy transition. I love my soon-to-be mother-in-law, LaVonne, and my soon-to-be sister-in-law, Vonnette, and I are becoming quite good friends. My grandchildren are now calling Joel "Papa Joel" and he's very good with all of them.
Friday is going to be a great day!
I'm doing very well with being calm these few days before I become Mrs. Joel Hershberger. I know Friday I'm going to be a woman in crisis, but for now, I'm doing ok. I have no doubts about marrying Joel. He is one of the nicest men I've ever met and I can't imagine my life without him. I'm a little nervous about how many people are going to witness the ceremony, but I'm also glad for all who are coming to wish us well.
I love the Hershbergers (I've known them for many years) and becoming one of the family is going to be a very easy transition. I love my soon-to-be mother-in-law, LaVonne, and my soon-to-be sister-in-law, Vonnette, and I are becoming quite good friends. My grandchildren are now calling Joel "Papa Joel" and he's very good with all of them.
Friday is going to be a great day!
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