We hear this sentence a lot it's really about the little things in life that____________ you fill in the blank.
I was raised thinking the little things matter. Now as a mom, I clearly see what is meant by this statement. My kids help show me that the little things in life can make you laugh, the gut roll type laughing. My kids are hilarious and say some of the funniest things EVER.
The Little Things in life also show me what I take for granted. Like my husband being home on Dec. 3, 2009 when I had a massive stroke. Because he was there my life was spared. Beause Jeff was home that day, he sent me to the best hospital for stroke recovery.
The little things in life can make you feel like you belong somewhere. For example, on our church hunt in our new town, it really is about how people reach out, I would rather go to a church that is warm, and kind
It's the snuggle time with my 7 year old son, who doesn't need me as much as he did when he was 3 yrs. old
So as I sign off for the evening, think about the little things in your life and find the gratefullness in it
~~Ang
Wednesday, July 18, 2012
Tuesday, July 17, 2012
Daughter
Background: we were having chicken wings that Jeff grilled with honey BBQ sauce.
My daughter starts complaining b/c she claims she HATES chicken wings. So Jeff told her she had to eat one. So she managed to gag one down and then thought maybe she would have another.
She takes her second wing(leg) and starts picking off all the skin and the "fat" saying, "EEEEW" in the most dramatic voice you can imagine, then when she was done eating and complaining she says, "I admit that was a little over dramatic!!!" LOL
I just had to share
My daughter starts complaining b/c she claims she HATES chicken wings. So Jeff told her she had to eat one. So she managed to gag one down and then thought maybe she would have another.
She takes her second wing(leg) and starts picking off all the skin and the "fat" saying, "EEEEW" in the most dramatic voice you can imagine, then when she was done eating and complaining she says, "I admit that was a little over dramatic!!!" LOL
I just had to share
Just Do it
Today I woke up with a newfound portion of motivation. Motivation to get my reat end in the gym. The gym I use is on Jeff's campus. $10 a month Plus, it's around the corner from where we live, so no real excuse not to go. Also, the equipment is all brand new which means as I'm walking on the treadmill I can plug my iPod into the treadmill and not only does it charge my iPod, it's just way cool.
I keep thinking that my grand plan will be to take my kids to school then go over to the gym, which is literally behind my kid's school In order to be success at this goal, I"m going to have to start getting up around 6 &7 am 6 once school is back in session and 7 the rest of the summer.
Mostly the reason I will try to get up and go earlier is because according to gym staff it's pretty dead in the gym at those times....which means bingo for me. I hate hate hate going to a gym where beautiful stick thin girls and buff guys are working out. First of all, I'm not some stick thin beauty queen, nor do I ever want to be. AND I'm married so no need to be at the gym when the buff dudes are there.
I went today late (10am) and walked into the fitness area to see the above all there working out, so I pretended to ask a question to staff then I left.....lol, I know, so stupid, but that's what I did.
Now I feel more motivated than normal to get to bed at a decent hour tonight and work out early tomorrow morning. I figure if I can get into this routine before school starts yeay me!! :)
So since I'm determined to become more of a morning person. It's out of necessity more than anything. I can Just Do it!!
I keep thinking that my grand plan will be to take my kids to school then go over to the gym, which is literally behind my kid's school In order to be success at this goal, I"m going to have to start getting up around 6 &7 am 6 once school is back in session and 7 the rest of the summer.
Mostly the reason I will try to get up and go earlier is because according to gym staff it's pretty dead in the gym at those times....which means bingo for me. I hate hate hate going to a gym where beautiful stick thin girls and buff guys are working out. First of all, I'm not some stick thin beauty queen, nor do I ever want to be. AND I'm married so no need to be at the gym when the buff dudes are there.
I went today late (10am) and walked into the fitness area to see the above all there working out, so I pretended to ask a question to staff then I left.....lol, I know, so stupid, but that's what I did.
Now I feel more motivated than normal to get to bed at a decent hour tonight and work out early tomorrow morning. I figure if I can get into this routine before school starts yeay me!! :)
So since I'm determined to become more of a morning person. It's out of necessity more than anything. I can Just Do it!!
Sunday, July 15, 2012
Remembering
It's easy to remember some childhood memories, it's good to remember.
For me, remembering has become a challange, I'm thankful for what has come back to me in regard to remembering.
I will never forget the day before Dec. 3, 2009
I had taken on a ton of things, I was a grad student, part time worker and a mom, a wife and a friend. My life was consumed by my graduate work. I enrolled in grad. school as part of accomplishing a "dream" I developed years prior. I was looking forward to Christmas break from school and when that was over I would move into an internship to round out my grad. studies, which would eventually end with May 2010 graduation. You could say I was giddy and ready to be done. In one of my classes, I had a roughly 20+ page paper due, so as I sat at my desk on December 3, my focus was getting this paper completed so I could turn it in early and be done with it! Boy was I tired, I remember how tired I felt that particular day as I was researching for the paper. I decided to take a 5 min. break, so off I went to lay down for 5 mins and then I resolved to get back to it and crank out this paper. I can't tell you what I was wearing that day, but I know it had to be my comfy clothes, I can't tell you what we ate for dinner that day. Isn't it interesting what we remember? So I got up from my desk and walked through our kitchen and then down the hall to my room. I remember turning on the TV as I lay down, but I can't tell you what was on. I laid down on my bed and started to listen to whatever was on the TV, I knew Jeff was in the living room. As I lay on that bed, I remember hearing a loud "pop" and the feeling it came from the back of my head. The next thing I remember was screaming for bed. I remember the overwhelming sting of pain, but I can't remembber that feeling today. Suddenly I knew something was wrong, so I called out for Jeff. I remember when Jeff walked into our room that I was holding my head, but I can't remember the excruitation pain., I told Jeff you have to call 911, but I can't remembersaying anything else to him. Jeff immediately called 911. I distinctly remember the position I was laying on our bed because in those minutes that felt like a slow time warp, I remember watching Jeff pace in and out of our room while on the phone with 911. I remember I just wanted to shut my eyes, but Jeff kept saying, "no you have to open your eyes Angie, no honey you can't sleep" I don't remember vomitting all over our house, but I have been told I did. The last thing I remember seeing was Jeff pacing in and out of our room and thinking, dear God I don't want to die like this. That is the last thing I remember of it all. I don't remember the paramedics arriving at our house or telling Jeff it seemed like I was having a stroke. I don't remember being put in the ambulance or arriving at the hospital. Those details are just gone. I'm not sure why God allowed me to remember some of these finer details, but He did.
I don't remember much of the month long stay I had at the hospital. I barely remember anything about the hospital at all.
Remembering the good the bad and the ugly, should remind us of God's mercy. I know beyond a shadow of a doubt that God's presence was with me. I can't describe into words how I remember when I got home from the hospital, how much I wanted to experience God's presence like I did in the hospital. I don't remember I know, that while I was clinging to life in the hospital, I must have experienced something directly with God because I knew that dying wouldn't be bad. It's this memory I wish I had a better remembering of.
Remembering is a process I've come to realize.
For me, remembering has become a challange, I'm thankful for what has come back to me in regard to remembering.
I will never forget the day before Dec. 3, 2009
I had taken on a ton of things, I was a grad student, part time worker and a mom, a wife and a friend. My life was consumed by my graduate work. I enrolled in grad. school as part of accomplishing a "dream" I developed years prior. I was looking forward to Christmas break from school and when that was over I would move into an internship to round out my grad. studies, which would eventually end with May 2010 graduation. You could say I was giddy and ready to be done. In one of my classes, I had a roughly 20+ page paper due, so as I sat at my desk on December 3, my focus was getting this paper completed so I could turn it in early and be done with it! Boy was I tired, I remember how tired I felt that particular day as I was researching for the paper. I decided to take a 5 min. break, so off I went to lay down for 5 mins and then I resolved to get back to it and crank out this paper. I can't tell you what I was wearing that day, but I know it had to be my comfy clothes, I can't tell you what we ate for dinner that day. Isn't it interesting what we remember? So I got up from my desk and walked through our kitchen and then down the hall to my room. I remember turning on the TV as I lay down, but I can't tell you what was on. I laid down on my bed and started to listen to whatever was on the TV, I knew Jeff was in the living room. As I lay on that bed, I remember hearing a loud "pop" and the feeling it came from the back of my head. The next thing I remember was screaming for bed. I remember the overwhelming sting of pain, but I can't remembber that feeling today. Suddenly I knew something was wrong, so I called out for Jeff. I remember when Jeff walked into our room that I was holding my head, but I can't remember the excruitation pain., I told Jeff you have to call 911, but I can't remembersaying anything else to him. Jeff immediately called 911. I distinctly remember the position I was laying on our bed because in those minutes that felt like a slow time warp, I remember watching Jeff pace in and out of our room while on the phone with 911. I remember I just wanted to shut my eyes, but Jeff kept saying, "no you have to open your eyes Angie, no honey you can't sleep" I don't remember vomitting all over our house, but I have been told I did. The last thing I remember seeing was Jeff pacing in and out of our room and thinking, dear God I don't want to die like this. That is the last thing I remember of it all. I don't remember the paramedics arriving at our house or telling Jeff it seemed like I was having a stroke. I don't remember being put in the ambulance or arriving at the hospital. Those details are just gone. I'm not sure why God allowed me to remember some of these finer details, but He did.
I don't remember much of the month long stay I had at the hospital. I barely remember anything about the hospital at all.
Remembering the good the bad and the ugly, should remind us of God's mercy. I know beyond a shadow of a doubt that God's presence was with me. I can't describe into words how I remember when I got home from the hospital, how much I wanted to experience God's presence like I did in the hospital. I don't remember I know, that while I was clinging to life in the hospital, I must have experienced something directly with God because I knew that dying wouldn't be bad. It's this memory I wish I had a better remembering of.
Remembering is a process I've come to realize.
Saturday, July 14, 2012
Living States Away
From a Distance seems like ann appropriate name for this blog. It's been years, about 9 since I last blogged. My daughter who is now 10 was just a baby and I would blog my heart out. You see I love to write and I love my family, so it only seems right to share little tidbits that my kids have done or said for our extended families who don't live close by. Also, I will take some time on other days and share my real struggles through illness etc., simply because blogging is very theraputic for me, on those days you can skip around to find something that suits you, my reader.
The last few days I'm noticed such a huge deficit in our life having family living over 1000 miles away. If you would have told me 12 years ago, Jeff and I wouldn't live in Michigan close to family, I would have laughed in your face. See in the early years of our marriage, Jeff and I had been married 2 months and 2 weeks into our marriage I would have a Cat scan that indicated a "calcified mass" on my brain. This would lead to countless tests, neurosurgeons and neurologists, brain surgery and therapy following the surgery. I was constantly worried that our marriage may not "make" it,but almost 12 years later and still going strong, I realize now that I'm married to such an amazing man. Wow God knows what He's doing for sure.
There are days where I wonder...does God really know what needs to happen next? I never imagined that we would live so far away from family, from grandmas and grandpas, great grandmas, and cousins, aunts and uncles. It seems like we are living From a Distance from all our loved ones and there are days when it hurts my heart, but I realize that every step Jeff and I have taken since our wedding vows has been an ordained moment by our Heavenly Father, who loves and cares for us. So when I'm sad that everyone lives in Michigan, I know that I have a big God with an even bigger heart and His desire is that we lean on him and Him alone.
The last few days I'm noticed such a huge deficit in our life having family living over 1000 miles away. If you would have told me 12 years ago, Jeff and I wouldn't live in Michigan close to family, I would have laughed in your face. See in the early years of our marriage, Jeff and I had been married 2 months and 2 weeks into our marriage I would have a Cat scan that indicated a "calcified mass" on my brain. This would lead to countless tests, neurosurgeons and neurologists, brain surgery and therapy following the surgery. I was constantly worried that our marriage may not "make" it,but almost 12 years later and still going strong, I realize now that I'm married to such an amazing man. Wow God knows what He's doing for sure.
There are days where I wonder...does God really know what needs to happen next? I never imagined that we would live so far away from family, from grandmas and grandpas, great grandmas, and cousins, aunts and uncles. It seems like we are living From a Distance from all our loved ones and there are days when it hurts my heart, but I realize that every step Jeff and I have taken since our wedding vows has been an ordained moment by our Heavenly Father, who loves and cares for us. So when I'm sad that everyone lives in Michigan, I know that I have a big God with an even bigger heart and His desire is that we lean on him and Him alone.
So for my first blog, these are my ramblings....I can't reassure you they will get any better or worse (I hope not) but what I know for sure, beyond a shadow of a doubt is that the King of Kings and your Creator loves you and wants to be in a personal relationship with you!! how cool is that!?!?
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