Our talk

Yesterday we went to my parents house so I can visit with my mom's best friend. See my mom's best friend was diagnosed with cancer again. This time she has it in 4 different places. Seems that she is getting her affairs in order, just in case, or so she said yesterday. I've known this woman my entire life. I grew up down the road from her and she babysat us girls tons of times. I remember the night my gram died (my dad's mom) and my dad got the call that they were rushing her to the hospital and he went to her house and came back right after they took her in the ambulance to get us and my mom and drop us off at Boo's house. I remember getting out of the car that night and knowing that I would never see my gram again. I was 11 years old. That night Boo (her real name is Beulah but I couldn't say that when I was younger so she's always been Boo to me) and her husband Pete, "took us in". I remember in the morning waking to her talking to my mom on the phone and knowing the news wouldn't be good but she dutifully sent us home to hear the news from my mom.

I remember faintly the summers we spent at her house playing with the kids she babysat. I remember drinking her aweful sugar free tea and hating every minute of it (now I don't use sugar just 2 equals). I remember her mac and cheese and how I always preferred hers over my moms (okay she made homemade and my mom used the boxed stuff). I loved it. I couldn't wait to eat at her house because chances were she'd be making my favorite.

She was the one that drove us back and forth to church every Sunday morning, every Sunday night and every Wednesday night. She even drove us after she was in a car accident taking my sister to school, one time. She just drove even slower and waited longer at the stop signs. I remember her huge red car. I'm not sure what it was but it was red and was two doors and had a white roof. Needless to say that was the car that she wrecked.

She's always had a cat for as long as I can remember. The one that she had while I was young was snowball. That cat was pure white and fluffy just like a snowball. This was the first time that I can remember that I've been to her house and she didn't have a cat. Pete had to put it to take care of the cat because she was really sick.

She always has a special place in my heart. She was like another mom to me and for that I will be forever grateful. If it weren't for her, I don't know that we would have gotten to church every week and that I would have known Jesus as my personal savior.

Anyways, that leads me to our drive home last night (way to get off subject, huh?). Last night on the drive home my husband and I got to talk about our beliefs more. I know most people do that while they're dating not after 8 years of marriage. So we are odd. Okay, not really, it's called I stepped away from what I believed before we started dating, so faith wasn't an issue with us.

So we started talking about what we believe and what we don't believe and my husband started asking me all kinds of questions about different things that are in the Bible. Now I don't profess to know everything there is to know about the Bible and God but I try to help him as much as possible. It was a really productive conversation and made the 2 hour drive seem like it was only 10 minutes (okay maybe a bit longer than that).

We also discussed the guardianship of our boys if something should happen to us unexpectedly. I think we've pretty much have decided on my little sister and having his mom in charge of whatever money there is for them from our life insurance policies. Now I have to contact our agent to find out about how we go about making her responsible for the money if my sister would be their guardian and then we'll have to see about drawing up papers to state all of this and I suppose we should talk to my sister about it and also my mother in law.

We felt this was a very reasonable thing since then both sides of the family would be involved in the boys lives.

Drawing a blank

Why is it, before I come to my blog, I think of some great things to blog about but as soon as I get here, I draw blanks?

This same thing happens when I'm on Cafemom and think of something great to say but as soon as the page comes up, I draw a blank.

You would think with two kids, two dogs and working retail, that I would have some great stories to tell but no, that's not always the case.

O'well better luck tomorrow, I guess.

Almost done

Spent a good portion of the day rearranging the kids bedrooms. The youngest hasn't been sleeping in his room so we decided to move his bed to his brother's bedroom and turn his room into a playroom/sewing room.

So I got everything but the sewing stuff moved. Ack, I'm so tired now. I think it'll be worth it. I'll get to sew all year round now. Before it was in the basement and that was fine during summer but winter it gets too cold down there. The kids will have an area to play in and I'm hoping we can either get them a v-smile or talk my in-laws into buying them one for their birthday (their birthday is 3 days apart).

I moved the extra TV and DVD player upstairs for them, too. This is where I will stick the v-smile when and if we get one.

Now I have to wait til hubby comes home so he can help me move the desk upstairs for the sewing stuff. I will probably start moving the rest of the sewing stuff upstairs after dinner.

My favorite song by Petra

If I Had To Die For Someone
Words and music by Bob Hartman
Based on John 15:13

I wear my seatbelt in the car I buckle up for safety
I run for cover from the storm
I wear a band aid on my knee
I look both ways when crossing and I flee Any danger I can see
And if I try each day to save my life in every way I can
How could I understand the way You died for me

(Chorus)
'Cause I don't know if I could
even if I think I would
If I had to die for someone
If I had to die for someone else
How could I ever give my life to set the guilty free
When I cannot imagine
If I had to die for someone else like me
Someone else like me

I keep away from falling rocks
and I don't play with matches
I lock the door
I don't know why
It seems to me I'm much too old to wear a scarf out in the cold
But I want to live until I die
I guess I love my life a little more than I should love it
And if I had to I don't know if I could Lay it down
And I am glad that You are not at all like me
'Cause You laid down Your life and did it willingly
It still amazes me to know It's me that You were thinking of
No One else could have a greater love

Flies

I am so sick of flies. Every year our house is invaded by them. Our first summer here they were all over the place. Our basement was filled with them. We had to spray and spray and spray to get rid of them all. Of course when you kill that many of them you tend to have to clean, clean, clean. Thankfully my dh doesn't mind cleaning cause I was fat and pregnant with Bman and didn't want to clean at all.

Then the following year they were bad but not nearly as bad as they had been. Last year wasn't too bad but this year they seem to have their own way into our house. Maybe it's just the fact that when my husband is home with the kids, he doesn't reinforce close the door with them.

We even went and bought a screen for the sliding glass door but it gaps at the bottom and doesn't keep them out from there. It's a screen that just hangs with velcro on the side and magnets in the middle. See we have an odd shaped door and you can't find one that fits without having to have it custom fit and goodness knows I'm not spending that kind of money on a screen that will get broken with two young kids.

I wish I could find something that repels flies from wanting to come in the house. I hate sitting here at my computer and having them land on me constantly. It's gross. Then when I get the fly swatter out they disappear. I am really good at killing them though. Dh laughs some days when he comes home and sees me at it.

Of course I don't think it's funny. If he would just learn to keep the door shut. That reminds me. He was in the garage playing with the kids one day and he left the garage door to the kitchen opened. He though since the large garage door was shut he'd be fine. He forgot that we have the trash can for the soda cans sitting right outside the kitchen door. Sweet sticky soda all over the cans. That means when the large garage door is opened they fly in and congregate there. Then when the kitchen door is opened they fly right in the door. I was killing flies all day that day. Needless to say he knows to keep that door shut now.

Ack, I hate flies.