The Self Sagas from 4/15/15

Lawd, help me! I'm at work minding my own business, doing my job, working for the green stuff, you get the picture 💵.... Well, I lean over to (sorry if anyone has a needle phobia💉) stick my patient for dialysis and I felt a tickle on my stomach, like there was something in my shirt 👕. I immediately stop what I'm doing, run my hand up my shirt to feel around, look down my shirt (got a new bra and love it💄) but don't see anything that's not suppose to be there 😕. So I say to mySelf, Self, it's just your ex large shirt fluttering against your tummy. Okay, sounds plausible, so I proceed where I left off 😊Patient stuck, treatment started, charting in process, silly me it was just my shirt. 😉 Or was it?? I feel a tiny tickle on my lower back. Was it my shirt again, I ask mySelf, and this time mySelf wasn't so easily convinced 😒. So, I excuse myself from the floor, and walked calmly (OK, maybe it was a very fast walk and I think I actually broke a sweat😓) I take my glasses off and all but throw them in the garbage, pull my shirt off, turn it inside out for inspection. My worst fear has come from the land of eeck, in to gross reality! There was a beetle bug in my shirt!! 😨😱😵😭😫. I looked him on the eye and said, "today is not a good day for you", and then I flicked it off so hard that he bounced off the wall and then I stepped on him extra hard, ending his life right then and there 😈. I shake my shirt one last time, inspect it further and put it back on. I feel so victorious! 😁. Okay, maybe that's a stretch.....it's more like paranoid with a little dirty thrown in. I need a shower 🚿😭!

Thoughts of a day

We all have our battles to fight, but some people are facing war. 
A battle is a fight you may win or lose and still live. 
But in a war, whether you fight or not, there's chance of death.
Remember that the next time you whine about something. The next time you think that you are the only one with problems in this world. The next time that you get angry at someone and refuse forgiveness or don't ask for it. The next time a selfish or hateful thought enters your mind about someone thats upset you. The next time you take your life or someone else, for granted. 
Every breath is a gift from God. Pray for those that are fighting war, and thank God, our Savior, that it isn't you.

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Life comes with choices. Choices come with consequences. If you don't like the consequences of your choices, you better suck it up and deal with it. Time does not stand still for anyone, it keeps moving right along. Remember, God gave us free will to choose our direction, not a free pass for an easy life.

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Some days, are easier to deal with than others. Some days your best doesn't measure up to expectations. Some days, the communication gap is wide and difficult. Some days, judgements trump understanding. Some days, others doubt your ability, causing you to doubt yourself. 
But at the end of those "somedays", you have to remember that you're not perfect. So, dry your tears, pull up your big girl bloomers, light a match and burn that bridge down. Afterwards, walk away with your head held high, knowing that you are enough, and surround yourself with those that know you are.  
My family, my friends and my God, are my strength on "some days"

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There are times that I am 'compelled' to help others, so I pray for guidance and direction. I lift it up to God, and I know when I am going in the right direction and when I'm not. Some time's the right direction seems to be the wrong one. Recently, I followed God's lead, but was lied to, taken advantage of and stolen from; yet I continued to trust God and try to help this person, to no avail. It made me question if I misunderstood God's guidance. 
Today, I replayed all the events in my mind to see if I made a mistake. And then it hit me! I did all I was meant to do, to the best of my ability and it was all in God's plan. What I thought was MY failure to help this person, was actually HIS test for me. I prayed, I listened, I believed and I followed. I know that one day, I will reap the blessings of my faithful service to God.

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The Self Sagas from 3/2/15

Homework night is so comical at our house. David "helps" Lauren with her math, which basically means that David and Lauren just discuss the math problems, argue over the questions AND answers, laugh at each other and both get distracted every 3 minutes. In 2 hours, they have done 3 questions…and have 6 more to go. Right now, they are watching our dog, Bruce, sleep and dream, and trying to figure out what he's dreaming about. I'm trying to redirect them but their attention span is nonexistent.
Lauren: "Dad, your eyes are blue. Dad, open your eyes". David: 'Are we done yet"? Me: Homework!
David: So, what do you think the answer is?" Lauren: "What if I write Jesus? Jesus is always the answer". Me: Homework!
David: "I have a splinter". Lauren: "Good Lord Dad, give me your knife"? David: "I feel it when I drive". Lauren: "Well, I will have to drive you from now on". Me: Homework!
Lauren: "Dad, you're falling asleep. I see you!" David: "No I'm not". Lauren: "You have your eyes closed". She keeps cutting her eyes towards him to catch him. David is straining to keep his eyes open. Lauren looks at me and starts laughing.
Me: I think you two have Attention Deficient Disorder.
Lauren: No we don't. Wait. What does that mean?
David: ADD. (as he starts playing with Kilo's paw while she sleeps, and Lauren starts laughing again) Lauren: Dad, your distracting me.
I love my family!

The Self Sagas 5/19/15

The Self saga....since last check on this odd but loving misfit of a family, time has not stood still. A change of address into an heirloom family home...Ok, not that old of an heirloom unless never experienced the 70's. Nevermind, I will continue....
We bought David's grandparents home, lock-stock, and critters included. When we were getting the house cleaned out for renovating last summer, David and I were doing a walk through. In the kitchen, I heard a noise. David, I say...did you hear that? He said, nope, I didn't hear anything. It was obvious that he wasn't going to admit to it. When he starts clearing out the cabinets, he find the noise and it's babies too. He calls Dylan too come quick and bring a giging spear. Now, im videoing this whole thing, as far away from the action and closest to the door as I could get. David is all up in the mama rats bubble, she squealed, or maybe that was me...Dylan came at her with the spear, babies hitting the floor, David running after them....it was a chaotic hot mess up in that kitchen.
Fast forward 1 year....we're in our nicely remodeled home. Within 3 days we hear the pitter patter of little feet in the attic. What the world? Sometimes it sounded like whatever was up there was having relay races. So, my manly man climbs up to take a little look see. Hmm, what do you know...rats, and a few babies. Ugghh! He can see them, but their so far back under the roof angle that he can't get too far. Oh, they see him too, but they're not scared. They know they have the advantage . Well, David is not one to get defeated. After realizing he couldn't shoot them because, well..a hole in the roof would not go well, and he couldn't spear them, he sets a trap and catches one. After a another week, he puts out rat poison, that 'eats them from the inside out so they won't smell'. Uh huh? Well, I have to say that the rat family has gone on to their cheese heaven in the sky. Yay! Game over, David wins! Except, the poison didn't have the desired effect frown emoticon
So, now, we are smelling the pungent order of rotting rat carcases, over our bedroom. Yes, folks...gross. I found myself googling 'how long does it take a decomposed rat in the attic to stop smelling'. Answer? Not soon enough! Game over, rat wins unsure emoticon

The Self Sagas from 5/22/15

The Self Sagas.....Now, I've never been one for sentimental stuffed animals. One that you take with you everywhere, cherish, look upon with fond memories, that was given out of love or friendship, that says 'Hey, I know this is cheesy, but when you hold this, see this, touch this, that you think of me and know that I was thinking of you and love you'. I guess it's because no one thought of me like that. (Insert big sigh, sad face) okay but seriously, I secretly envy those that do(Renee, Rich & Joey the bear)because it's such a sweet gesture and a bonding connection. So, about 2 yrs ago I bought myself a pink hippo pillow pet. Don't judge, a girls got to show love to herself once in a while. I've kept my pink hippo at the head of my pillow since buying it....for myself. Goodness I sound pathetic unsure emoticon
I'll move this story along, okay?! Fast forward last Thursday, or back...I don't know, but you should be smart enough to figure it out. I was babysitting my grand daughter's, Charlotte and Sunny. Sending time with them is so precious, rewarding and tiring. So, we all climbed on the couch, covered up with blankets to watch cartoons. Now, these 2 girls are so thoughtful and here's why...
Grandmommy (that's me): I feel like a nap.
Charlotte: You look very tired, you need to go to sleep?
Sunny: Yeah Grandmommy (that's me), go to sleep.
Sunny gets of the couch, runs to her room and brings back 3 stuffed animals, lays them next to me and says 'now you can go too sleep'.
Not one to fight cuteness, I lightly dozed, eyes closed but mostly still awake. After about 30 minutes....
Charlotte: Okay Grandmommy (that's me) you can wake up now.
Sunny: Yep, time to wake up.
I thank Sunny for letting me sleep with her animals and hand them back. She comes back over to me and gives me her fox.
Sunny: Here Grandmommy (that's me) you can take it home so you can sleep with it.
I said no, I don't want to take your toys.
Sunny: That's okay, I don't like this one anyway so you can have it.
No matter the reason, it was given out of love, so I told her I would sleep with it every night. And so I have. Pink hippo and Foxy foxy have gotten along quite well, no fighting, no arguing. I kept them tucked up under my main pillow, kinda between the mattress and the wall so prying eyes with sharp teeth (Bruce and Buddy) wouldn't discover and try to gut them. Today, I came home from work, walked in our bedroom and stared at my bed in horror and disbelief. My Foxy foxy was laying on her side, lifeless, head wet. I reached for her slowly to turned her over. She, they...Oh my goodness...One of the 4 legged beast, ate her eyes! Both of them! I was staring into 2 empty holes. Bless her, she still had a smile on her face.
I stumble to the bathroom for water and as I do, I see a big pile of stuffing against the wall. I yell for David, hoping against hope that it came from some other source. I turn back to the bed again and braced myself for what I already knew. Pinky hippo was laying upside down, no pulse, no breath sounds (hey, I'm a nurse, what do you expect?) more white stuffing was scattered here and there. Again, I turn one of my friends over....GASP! .....her eyes were missing too! Oh the horror! I tried putting the stuffing back in her head but it was no use, there was too much fluff loss. With blindness and brain damage, I had to put her down. cry emoticon
Foxy foxy is permanently blind, but I will not rest until I find eyeballs to transplant. It's been a stressful event, so I must rest. Please keep us in your prayers. Thank you wink emoticon