Thursday, July 18, 2013
Missing
It's been one of those summers. My computer is finally fixed so I will catch you up on lots of excitement over the next few days. Come back and visit soon!
Wednesday, June 5, 2013
Currently--June 5
Eating: Fresh vegies and fruits from the Farmer's Market
Watching: The Piano Guys--I'm obsessed with their talent.
Drinking: Water, water and more water
Thinking: I need to catch up on A LOT of things.
Praying: For our family, today is Papaw larry's first birthday in Heaven
GA Retreat, Women's Conference, the new house and ministry there
Planning: A 31 gifts party and Nerf Super Soaker Party through House Party.com
Let me know if you want to come to either one. :)
Dreaming: What the new house will look like when it's finished.
Reading: Magazines-- I can't focus on anything else.
Wednesday, May 22, 2013
Currently--May 22, 2013
Eating: More healthier than normal, now that I can cook at home more. Love Brussell Sprouts!!!
Watching: Nothing, don't have time.
Drinking: Water, water and more water
Thinking: That I need to upload some more current pics. And blog about our fun activities of May!
Praying: For Moore, Oklahoma and all those affected by these crazy storms.
Planning: A Wise Woman Builds--Women's Conference at church.
And the Johnson Family Summer Bucket List
Dreaming: Of packing and moving.
Reading: 1000 Gifts by Ann Voskamp
Wednesday, May 15, 2013
Currently--May 15th Last Day of School
Eating: Hamburgers--End of School Year Cookout everyday this week!
Watching: YouTube videos
Drinking: Mickey D's Coca Cola -- light ice
Thinking: How awesome middle schoolers are. They raised $1400 for Kaitlyn to help
in her fight against Hodgkins! Kick that cancer!!
Praying: For Kaitlyn, and several special teachers who have cancer
Planning: A Wise Woman Builds--Women's Conference at church.
And the Johnson Family Summer Bucket List
Dreaming: Sleeping past 5:00 AM
Reading: Platform by Michael Hyatt--on hold. Picking it back up this weekend. I hope!
Yep, I chopped 11 inches for Locks of Love in honor of my sweet student Kaitlyn.
Mattie's up next for Pantene in honor of Mrs. McCurry!
Wednesday, April 24, 2013
Currently--April 24
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| This is how I feel! Love that girl! Giant hickey and all! |
Watching: Absolutely Nothing-- who has time
Drinking: ICEE, ICEE, ICEE
Thinking: TCAP week has to be the longest week of the year!
Praying: For Kaitlyn, teachers and students taking TCAPS, someone traveling
Planning: A Wise Woman Builds--Women's Conference for church August 24th.
Dreaming: Of Sleep
Reading: Platform by Michael Hyatt
LIfe gets in the way of blogging during the school year. Just 15 more days of school and I can catch up on a lot of things, including blogging.
Monday, April 15, 2013
Memories of My Gall Bladder
Ran across this in my journal from September 2010. Just wanted to get it online so I won't lose it.
It’s been interesting around here this week. I had my gallbladder out Tuesday morning and it led to some crazy ideas in my kids heads. Our 4 year old, Mollie, has been with Grammy since Monday so she hasn’t experienced any of this. Our 3rd grader, Mattie, decided in lunch Tuesday to mix her leftover mashed potatoes, ketchup, honey mustard, milk and applesauce together and tell the teacher she had puked. Well it would’ve worked if a little boy hadn’t told the teacher she was lying. Why would she do this? Well it seems that another little girl told a story about her dog going to the vet to be put to sleep, it died and didn’t come back home. So in Mattie's mind, I was being put to sleep which meant I might die and not come back.
Wednesday, I made it down the steps to eat lunch. Nana was here to take care of me since Mikie couldn’t be off work. As I finished lunch the phone rang. It was Maggie′s teacher. Seems Maggie, who’s six, had stomach issues, and the other two kids did too. Nana picked them all up at school after lunch and they came home. Would you believe they suddenly felt much better. Mommy was okay so they guessed they should let me sleep and they should play.
To add to the craziness of the week our 5 year old, Michael, missed the showing of my incisions on Tuesday evening. He has been pretty rough with me all week. On Thursday, Mikie, asked him what his problem was. “Mommy’s lazy.” He assumed since I had been in bed all week that I was just lazy. After he saw my belly he changed his mind, but not really his attitude.
Today, 5 days after my surgery I’m finally starting to feel much better. The kids are all with grandparents for the weekend. Mikie is working all weekend. When the military calls you work, no matter who has had surgery that week.
My kids come up with the craziest ideas.
Sunday, March 24, 2013
Celebrations of Life and Death
Mattie celebrated her 11th birthday on March 9th. Mattie is my oldest, mini-me. Luckily for the rest of the family, she is my only mini-me. She was our first of four blessings. One that we never thought we would ever receive. Her last year has been full of echocardiogram, transesophageal echocardiogram and CT scans. Her heart murmur is fine and should not cause her problems. We visit the neurologist in April about her headaches.
She is beautiful, mature, loving and giving. She isn't afraid to show her love for Christ and will tell you all about Him. She is excited about being Safety Patrol Captain and can't wait to visit Washington, D.C. with Safety Patrol this spring.
She landed a lead part in the spring musical at church and just finished playing basketball on the school team. I think she is the most excited about having her own bedroom in the new house.
Her birthday fell on Saturday this year just like when she was born. Mikie had drill and we all got up extra early and inflated every balloon that the small helium tank would inflate. Twenty-eight to be exact. We tied ribbons and let them all go over top of the her bed, the top bunk. Then Mikie woke her up to tell her happy birthday before he left for drill.
I haven't seen her smile like that in so long. She stresses over everything lately, typical adolescent stress. She was so excited that she had all those balloons and that we really did love and care about her.
Later that morning she went to spend the weekend with Grammy and Papaw Shaver. She really likes to go with them for her birthday. Grammy takes her shopping and she gets whatever she wants until Grammy's budgeted amount runs out. This year Cousins Dixie and Fisher spent the weekend too.
On Sunday morning, Mattie's birthday weekend took a terrible turn. What had been a happy, joyous celebration that was supposed to end with a party at lunch with us, aunts, uncles and cousins, quickly became a party minus one.
As Grammy finished serving breakfast to Mattie, Dixie and Fisher, they heard a noise. Grammy ran to find Papaw had fallen. He was getting ready to go preach and sing. She yelled for Mattie to bring her the phone. After a long time with the EMT's they took Papaw to the hospital. Mattie, Dixie and Fisher didn't realize exactly what had happened, but Mattie and Dixie knew something was really wrong and kept praying over and over for Papaw.
That Sunday turned into a long day. One final goodbye to a Papaw who had entered our lives just over 11 years ago when he and Grammy married. A Papaw that made a difference not only in our lives but in the lives of hundreds of people at the various churches he preached, conferences he lead, places he sang. Over his 67 years he was Christ's light to others. He told stories of his two tours in Vietnam. He had a loud, boisterous voice and sang all the time. He always had a smile on his face.
As Uncle John put it later that evening:
"There's not many people that can qualify as 'salt of the earth.' And today, there is one less."
We didn't realize until the two memorial services how many lives he had made a difference in. Grammy counted over 400 signatures in the book of visitors.
I'm so proud of how Mattie handled the situation and I know Papaw would be too. Although six of his seven grandchildren aren't his blood he never treated them any different than the one that is.
I could make a list of regrets and wishes that we had spent more time with Papaw, that we had not let our own church responsibilities, extracurricular activities and other things get in the way of hearing him preach and visiting more. In a selfish way I wish Mattie didn't have to experience that morning, but she keeps reminding me that Dixie and Fisher needed her that morning, Grammy needed her. I wish that we had taken her to Grammy and Papaw's and visited the day before, instead of Grammy picking her up. I wish we could turn back time.
No regret or wishes can change the past, but they can change the future. Birthdays will be celebrated in a big way, Sundays will be reserved for worship and family, invites to special events will be honored even if it means we have to ask someone else to cover our responsibilities elsewhere.
I can't make Mattie's 11th birthday a completely happy to remember occasion, but we can happily remember it as a time that we learned a lot of things about Papaw and she can carry on his legacy of lighting this world with Christ's love.
She is beautiful, mature, loving and giving. She isn't afraid to show her love for Christ and will tell you all about Him. She is excited about being Safety Patrol Captain and can't wait to visit Washington, D.C. with Safety Patrol this spring.
She landed a lead part in the spring musical at church and just finished playing basketball on the school team. I think she is the most excited about having her own bedroom in the new house.
Her birthday fell on Saturday this year just like when she was born. Mikie had drill and we all got up extra early and inflated every balloon that the small helium tank would inflate. Twenty-eight to be exact. We tied ribbons and let them all go over top of the her bed, the top bunk. Then Mikie woke her up to tell her happy birthday before he left for drill.
I haven't seen her smile like that in so long. She stresses over everything lately, typical adolescent stress. She was so excited that she had all those balloons and that we really did love and care about her.
Later that morning she went to spend the weekend with Grammy and Papaw Shaver. She really likes to go with them for her birthday. Grammy takes her shopping and she gets whatever she wants until Grammy's budgeted amount runs out. This year Cousins Dixie and Fisher spent the weekend too.
On Sunday morning, Mattie's birthday weekend took a terrible turn. What had been a happy, joyous celebration that was supposed to end with a party at lunch with us, aunts, uncles and cousins, quickly became a party minus one.
As Grammy finished serving breakfast to Mattie, Dixie and Fisher, they heard a noise. Grammy ran to find Papaw had fallen. He was getting ready to go preach and sing. She yelled for Mattie to bring her the phone. After a long time with the EMT's they took Papaw to the hospital. Mattie, Dixie and Fisher didn't realize exactly what had happened, but Mattie and Dixie knew something was really wrong and kept praying over and over for Papaw.
That Sunday turned into a long day. One final goodbye to a Papaw who had entered our lives just over 11 years ago when he and Grammy married. A Papaw that made a difference not only in our lives but in the lives of hundreds of people at the various churches he preached, conferences he lead, places he sang. Over his 67 years he was Christ's light to others. He told stories of his two tours in Vietnam. He had a loud, boisterous voice and sang all the time. He always had a smile on his face.
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| Papaw, Grammy and Aunt Wylene--Summer 2012 |
"There's not many people that can qualify as 'salt of the earth.' And today, there is one less."
We didn't realize until the two memorial services how many lives he had made a difference in. Grammy counted over 400 signatures in the book of visitors.
I'm so proud of how Mattie handled the situation and I know Papaw would be too. Although six of his seven grandchildren aren't his blood he never treated them any different than the one that is.
I could make a list of regrets and wishes that we had spent more time with Papaw, that we had not let our own church responsibilities, extracurricular activities and other things get in the way of hearing him preach and visiting more. In a selfish way I wish Mattie didn't have to experience that morning, but she keeps reminding me that Dixie and Fisher needed her that morning, Grammy needed her. I wish that we had taken her to Grammy and Papaw's and visited the day before, instead of Grammy picking her up. I wish we could turn back time.
No regret or wishes can change the past, but they can change the future. Birthdays will be celebrated in a big way, Sundays will be reserved for worship and family, invites to special events will be honored even if it means we have to ask someone else to cover our responsibilities elsewhere.
I can't make Mattie's 11th birthday a completely happy to remember occasion, but we can happily remember it as a time that we learned a lot of things about Papaw and she can carry on his legacy of lighting this world with Christ's love.
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