My Kiwi Has A Dirty Mouth

So my brother and I took the kids to Red Lobster for a late lunch. We get in there and Kiara, my two year old daughter, is just absolutely astounded by all of the fish everywhere. We sit down in an empty room where there are only three tables that had some people being served. Well, like any two year old would do, she starts pointing out the fish loudly and excitedly.....but to our surprise she isn't saying fish. She has a problem with the sound of 'F', and it sounds more like a 'B', and the 'Ish' sound, sounds like 'Itch'. I'll let you put it together. She starts pointing everywhere and screaming this. Not just saying, but screaming it. Every table in that place had a woman or two, also. At first my brother and I could do nothing else but laugh. Laughed our butts off in embarrassment. I've been trying to work with her pronunciation since. We'll see how this goes.

Spontaneous-ness with My Bro

What an interesting day. Shane, my brother, comes home from work and tells me that there is a free concert up town at the Glendale Mall. Avril Lavigne was there. At first he was afraid to even ask, as though I would say no, because of pregnancy and kids. I of course said yes, and we just picked up and went. Unfortunately Scott was unable to go, because he was job hunting and visiting with family. The kids had a little fun. Kiara was tired, and Mikah doesn't take to big crowds too much. But it was good because it didn't last long, and was still a great show.

This was Mikah, Kiara, and Asa's first concert. Very cool. The experience was good as well as the memory.

Hurricane At The Miller's

Today I had to take a vacation from myself, between being hormonal and just plain mean, I had to get away from being. I'm sure I put Scott through a hurricane enough, so eventually I just stopped trying and while Scott and the kids went outside to play I went on an exploration journey. I went to explore all that was close to us like thrift stores and eclectic stores. I found a fabric store and got an idea , but other than that I guess all I needed was some quiet time to myself. I remember feeling before I left, that I was just wanted to scream and yell and cry all at the same time because I couldn't explain to Scott what was wrong. I didn't know. All better now.

Garage Sale On-Line

All I have to say is YAY FOR E-BAY! I normally wouldn't say that, but it has become a very useful and interesting tool for me lately. I have been keeping a lot of un-needed stuff from our wedding with those little petty pack-rat excuses like I'll find a use for it later. I was going to keep my wedding dress for Kiara, but then I decided it was too fun picking it out that I just decided to place it on an auction at e-bay. It sold within the first two days of the auction. Very cool. A couple of other things I have had lying around has been sold too. My brother is trying to sell the computer we built on there as well.

Reaching the Other Side of the Fishing Pole

We got a chance to finally meet Bill Bean and his wife and kids. We also got the chance of meeting Jim and Syndie and their adorable children. We ate breakfast, talked, prayed and cried. Awesome. Perfect. It was so perfect that it was imperfect. The kids played so well together, and so did the adults. I'm so glad we're finally here, making relationships. This is all we needed. I told my sister what we did, and she was like, " You call that church? I thought you were suppose to have service and offering and all that singing and stuff. " I said, " No, you don't need that to have church. " She thought our way of church sounded better. My family isn't big on the whole church scene. It makes them uncomfortable and anxious in odd ways. I was there before. Heck, I was there the last time I was in a "church" service. I've NEVER walked out of church before today feeling as though I was totally surrounded by God. Don't take that the wrong way, God is everywhere I am, but to feel him during and after by just talking and sharing is phenominal. It just kills me so many people just don't get it. I'm so glad Scott stumbled and fell into this path, though it was messy and even revolting at times, God knew what he was doing. He knew what we needed. He provided. All we had to do was be patient. I say that as though its suppose to be easy. Being patient. Be patient. It takes a lot of practice. I do it every day with the kids, and am learning how with my husband, ( Which I must say is one of the hardest things I have ever done!----> luv ya babe!) I finally feel my journey has had a wind change.

Home Sweet Home

I already feel as though I belong here. I normally have a really hard time sleeping in new places, but not here. Our apartment is more than I would ever imagine, not because of all of the great 'stuff'. No, because of the lack of stuff. Everything looks so simple, and uncluttered. Well, except for our bedroom, which is still under construction at the moment. The kids just love it here. I see a difference in them. They just seem free. They have more room to play and less restrictions due to other's comfort. I just like to step back and breathe it all in. The night before last, after the kids went to bed, I was able to sit in the living room and watch TV, while doing a wood burning craft. I didn't at my in-laws out of respect of them and their space. It's just so strange being able to do that kind of thing. I can't wait to start getting out in this city and explore. The time will come. I have needed to rest more this past week from over-doing myself from packing and all. One of these days I'll learn. Scott has been really stern on letting him help me, for which I am thankful for. I have always been stubborn more than a wild boar when it comes for asking for help on some things. Please pray for Scott as next week he will be on a major job hunt to take care of us.

The move is on

Well, tomorrow is the first noght we will be sleeping in our new home. I'm exhausted from packing, as well as taking care of the kids, and trying to spend time with family before we go. My mother-in-law has been awesome. She has been helping out a lot this weekend. My father-in-law will be helping us out tomorrow with the move. I basically told the guys that my job is to watch the kids and keep them out of the way. I'm SOOOO tired. My whole body feels as though it has been hit by a truck. Scott has had to work these past few days, so I know he's got to be tired also. Just pray for energy, as well as for me to get the rest I need. I've pushed myself way too much, and I'm feeling it big time. One cool thing is that I get to drive the big truck tomorrow. I'll probably leave the backing up to my father-in-law. He's used to big truck driving, from his job. The kids are excited about the move. Especially Mikah. He can't wait to live with Uncle Shane and his dog, Sebastion. We may be out of the internet for a little while, but will have it Tuesday or Wednesday. Poor Scott. I wonder if he'll go through withdrawl.....lol....just kidding. Well, off to bed I go. The next time I blog, we will be on our own. YAY! Yay for growing up!

The Time Has Come!

Rock on! We have found and decided on a place! Yay! We have a new home! Yay! We're planning on moving Monday if it all works out well. Freaking awesome. Now, time to pack and go through the nonsense clutter we have stored in our in-laws garage. The kids are excited. More Mikah than Kiara, but still the same. Scott is so excited he just put on a tutu.......hmmmm....maybe not. We'll see when the stuff is moved. We're moving on short notice, so we may not be able to get a truck from in town, but we'll see. I believe we will be residing in Greenwood/Beech Grove area. I'm not too sure yet. We go tomorrow to sign our lease. Thanks for all of the prayers, and support. I'll keep you posted as I can.

We've been out three whole days searching for a new home. We have two awesome choices and one do-able choice as the third. Its been tough searching for a three bedroom place that accepts dogs in our price range, but we have found some places. I can't wait for it to be done and stamped---->this is where we live. But I've been patient so far and hope for whichever place God places us. I need to start packing up the stuff we don't use soon. I've been trying to organize and such, but by myself this may take awhile until Scott can help me with lifting. My butt is still numb from the three ten hour days of searching in a car. I could probably kick myself in the tush several times and not feel it! Part of the process. I can't wait to meet Riley and Bill Bean and everyone else down there that Scott has been talking with. Please pray we will get accepted to one of these places, or I guess better yet for God's will be done in this search, cause for all I know, he's got a better idea in mind.

The Mind Feels Like A Trap Sometimes

Here I am again, thinking. I've come to one thing about it and that it serves me a lot of trouble most of the time. I'm stuck in a place of my walk where I don't know which way is up. When I pray, it just seems as though I'm talking to myself anymore. I try to reach out, but the apathetic side that lingers seems to take over. Most of the time I think, "what's the difference? All these others Christians, or whatever you wish to call them, don't seem to have a clue of what they are talking about." ( please note, these are the people I see at the churches in this town.)

I try and hope that this is just in this town, but I know that this crazed out disease has spread world wide. The disease where people just sit down somewhere and listen to a lecture or sermon and think they are changing the world by doing so. I'm tired of feeling like the absolutely abnormal person that should be struck for the abnormality. I'm tired of being looked down on by being a young mother. YES PEOPLE I HAD MY SON AT 17! GET OVER IT! BE NICE TO ME AT LEAST! is basically what I want to say. I take my kids to the library, and try to talk with the other parents, but when I approach them they glare at me, and the moment words comes from my mouth, saying hello, the look as though I just hit their kid. I thought it was just high school where people acted like total idiots. For the longest time I just blew this stuff off. People at my old church use to do similar stuff. They'd say hi to me, and when I try and start a conversation they stare off as though I'm not even there.

All throughout junior high and high school I had to put up with practically everyone treating me like crud. At the end of junior high though I decided to react the worst to shock the hell out them all. Of course it got me kicked out of high school twice and junior high once, but I sure showed them, right? (please, enjoy my sarcasm) All I know is that all of it was dumb, stupid and crazed, but no matter what I do or want to, I can't change that part of me, my past, and tell you the truth I really don't want to. Its the only way I got this far in the first place.

I don't hate these people who won't give me the time of day, heck I'm not even mad at them, let alone blame them.
"Forgive them Father, for they know not what they do!"

Yes, Jesus said it while being crucified. And yes he went through everything we wouldn't even nightmare about when he said it, so how can I use this phrase during my weak time of loneliness? How can I even mutter the same words of Him in my pathetic story. He said it for a reason. Those words were shared for a reason. Not to keep hidden until the time of despair and murder come into play, but also to help us remember that no matter how much we have sinned, no matter how much we threw our fists at others, no matter how much we trash our existence and those around us, that everyone needs forgiveness. Everyone makes mistakes, and can easily be blinded by Satan. And whether we care to admit it or not, most of the time when we fall of the path, we don't have a friggin clue what we are doing. I have to remind myself of this when I want to retaliate or just get mad.

I realize more and more that I need to start putting a lot of patience towards God and His ways. This is where the apathy comes in. This is why I feel as though I'm talking to myself when I pray. I talk to my kids, and they know more about Christ and God, than I do. This should shock me, but it doesn't. It amazes me that in my spiritual walk, I need to become the student of my four year old and two year old, and him the teacher. I can't wait for some real fellowship and discipleship. Where adults won't turn me away with snobbery. Soon the day will come when we move. Yay, yay!

Blinded with fear

Yesterday I lost most of my vision when I woke up. It was blackened, but just really blurred. It was like I stared at the sun too long and the glare left over when you look away was there clouding my vision. It came with a weird headache. Not a throbbing painful one, but just one I haven't felt before. Well, I ended up going to the doc, scared out of my gourd, and the nurse practitioner tells me she hasn't got a clue, and will talk to my doc which was in surgury at the time. She calls me later, and tells me to go to the eye doctor today if its still there. Well, I took a nap yesterday with the Mikah dude, and when I woke up, good grace it was gone. I could see again and the headache was gone. I thought I was going blind or something, and it wouldn't suprise me with all of the drugs I've done throughout the many years of my life.

I was sent this, and it tickled me...enjoy!




EVER WONDER...

why the sun lightens our hair, but darkens our skin?

...why women can't put on mascara with their mouths closed?

..why you don't ever see the headline "Psychic Wins Lottery"?

...why "abbreviated" is such a long word?

...why doctors call what they do "practice"?

...why you have to click on "Start" to stop Windows 98?

...why lemon juice is made with artificial flavor, while dishwashing liquid is made with real lemons?

..why the man who invests all your money is called a broker?

...why there isn't mouse-flavored cat food?

...who tastes dog food when it has a "new & improved" flavor?

...why Noah didn't swat those two mosquitoes?

...why they sterilize the needle for lethal injections?

...why they don't make the whole plane out of the material used for the indestructible black box?

..why sheep don't shrink when it rains?

...why they are called apartments when they are all stuck together?

...if con is the opposite of pro, is Congress the opposite of progress?

..why they call the airport "the terminal" if flying is so safe?

AND...

In case you need further proof that the human race is doomed because of stupidity, here are some actual label instructions on consumer goods.

On a Sears hairdryer: Do not use while sleeping. (darn, and that's the only time I have to work on my hair).

On a bag of Fritos: You could be a winner! No purchase necessary. Details inside. (the shoplifter special?)

On a bar of Dial soap: "Directions: Use like regular soap." (and that would >be how???....)

On some Swanson frozen dinners: "Serving suggestion: Defrost." (but, it's >"just" a suggestion).

On Tesco's Tiramisu dessert (printed on bottom): "Do not turn upside down." (well...duh, a bit late, huh)!

On Marks & Spencer Bread Pudding: "Product will be hot after heating." (...and you thought????...)

On packaging for a Rowenta iron: "Do not iron clothes on body." (but wouldn't this save me more time?)

On Boot's Children Cough Medicine:"Do not drive a car or operate machinery after taking this medication." (We could do a lot to reduce the rate of construction accidents if we could just get those 5-year-olds with head-colds off those forklifts.)

On Nytol Sleep Aid: "Warning: May cause drowsiness." (and...I'm taking this because???....)

On most brands of Christmas lights: "For indoor or outdoor use only." (as opposed to...what?)

On a Japanese food processor: "Not to be used for the other use." (now, somebody out there, help me on this. I'm a bit curious.)

On Sunsbury's peanuts: "Warning: contains nuts." (talk about a news flash!)

On an American Airlines packet of nuts: "Instructions: Open packet, eat nuts." (Step 3: maybe, uh...fly Delta?)

I don't blame the company. I blame the parents for this one: On a child's superman costume: "Wearing of this garment does not enable you to fly."

On a Swedish chainsaw: "Do not attempt to stop chain with your hands or genitals." (...was there a lot of this happening somewhere?)