Monthly Archives: March 2014

My kids are bankrupting me and I love it.



Just talking about winterguard, I’ve probably given over $600 in the past six month for the art of winterguard, including dues, hotel fees, equipment, money spent on fundraisers, etc….  My older daughter is done at the high school level (next Thursday) and she wants to continue in college.  I have strongly encouraged her to get a job and start saving her dollars for it, and for college.  My younger daughter wants to continue with the high school group next year (although she will go back to the younger group if she has to) which means sending her to band camp.  Which means I need to start saving my money now to pay for band camp.

I really appreciate that they love this activity.  I wonder where my money goes each month though. 

Speaking of which, my younger daughter is doing track starting tomorrow!  Gotta go buy new shoes and shell out another $50!

I think I know why I quit belly dancing now.  I can’t afford it with two kids in guard.  But I love watching them do what they enjoy and that makes it all worth it.  I know in a shorter amount of time than I think they will be grown and either moved out or financing their own activities, and I’ll miss it.  And I will probably help them both if I can.


The pic is a couple years old but it’s what’s on my computer at the moment.


Walking, Continued.


So I was feeling pumped yesterday about my walking goal, but when I got home from work, I was only at about 7800 steps and so I made my older daughter go walk with me. 

I told her about my story idea about the girl who only goes right, and we actually figured out how that could work.  Gotta keep spinning in circles is how it works.  So, we twirled our way home and as she went up the porch (a left turn) she twirled to the right in a circle to go in.

It’s probably a “you had to be there” kind of thing, but I thought it was pretty funny.

I didn’t hit my goal for today, but yesterday I made it to about 10,700 and change.  I’m supposed to hit 70000 for the week, so we shall see.  I’m down like 8.4 pounds for the year so far.


What I noticed on my walk today….


I started walking again today?  “Why?” you ask.  Good question.  I’m in a weight management group and they handed out pedometers and said, “How far are you willing to walk each day?”  Since I’ve been planning to begin walking daily again but haven’t quiet mustered up the steam just yet, I said, “10,000 steps,” because I know that is the gold standard for walkers trying to lose weight.  And, they are giving out a little gift for whoever does the most.  LOL

Anyway, here is what I noticed today.

A singular robin.  Daffodils emerging in pale green shoots.  A fellow walker who said “Good Morning” at exactly the same instant that I did.  Wind, quite cold with some snow flurries.  Trees still bare boned and black against the sky.  Icy puddles.  A man carrying an 8 foot  board from a house.  A mail person on our street.  He or she was on our street when I left, and still on our street when I came back.  A little Yorkie that tried to take out my pant leg.

I think that’s about it.  I also had an idea for a story about a girl who only goes right, and when she doesn’t misfortune falls upon her.  Coincidence?  I have no idea as that was about as far as I got.

Anyway, it’s 11:00 am and I’m at 4780 steps so far for the day.

I logged my observations on my walks before, back in August.  Here’s a link!


How God spoke to me today.


If you have read my blog in the past, you know that I’m a Christian who is struggling with sharing my faith.

If you haven’t read before, welcome!

I’ll just state for the record that I did not hear the audible voice of God. When I “hear” from God, it is through the Holy Spirit, usually in the form of mental “nudges”, for lack of a better word. Recently, a missionary visited our church and said that it’s a lot like when you get a prick from your conscience, only you aren’t deliberating with yourself about a sinful act; you are deliberating on something that is advocated in the Bible. If it’s advocated in the Bible, and your “conscience” is prickling you about it, we should probably act on it.

I thought that was a great explanation of how to hear from the Holy Spirit, and in the past year or so, I’ve took note of that little voice. Sometimes I act on it, sometimes I don’t. When I don’t, then my conscience speaks up, which does feel about the same, but tinged with regret.

I’ve been reading “The One Thing You Can’t Do in Heaven” by Mark Cahill. He’s easy to read, and his passion for the topic shines through on every page. That ONE THING, of course, is talking to those who don’t know about the free gift from God that is our salvation.

And as I read, my natural shyness comes forth, and my unwillingness to talk about this stuff to people (except via blog where it’s easier as I don’t have to have the right words immediately), and I’m frustrated with myself. I pray for my family all the time, but I’ve never had a frank discussion with them about my faith. And I know that if I never do, I will always regret that.

And so, this morning, as I was going out the door, I happened to glance at my Bible sitting on the table by the door. That little twinge struck me, that I should read a little something before I leave. my first instinct was, No, I have to get to work, I’m running a little behind schedule and I don’t have time. I actually pulled the door open, shut the voice in my head up, and randomly opened a page. I pulled open right in the middle somewhere, and then I shifted to where I knew it had to be New Testament. I don’t know why.

And this was what I read:
Matthew 13:1-9 (ESV)
That same day, Jesus went out of the house and sat beside the sea. And great crowds gathered about him, so that he got into a boat and sat down. And the whole crowd stood on the beach. and he told them many things in parables, saying: “A sower went out to sow. And as he sowed, some seeds fell along the path, and the birds came and devoured them. Other seeds fell on rocky ground, where they did not have much soil, and immediately they sprang up, since they had no depth of soil, but when the sun rose they were scorched. And since they had no root, they withered away. Other seeds fell among thorns, and the thorns grew up and choked them. Other seeds fell on good soil and produced grain, some a hundredfold, some sixty, and some thirty. He who has ears, let them hear.

It continues on in verse 18 to explain the meaning behind the parable. The gist of it is this:
The seeds on the path that the birds eat = Satan snatches away the meaning of the Word of God
The seeds on the rocks = Someone that hears the Word, but falls away when the cares of the world grow too intense
The seed on the thorns = The cares of the world and love of the things of this world choke the Word
The seed in good soil = One who hears and understands the Word.
(forgive my paraphrasing)

I’d like to say I’m a seed in good soil, but I know the thorns are there. The distractions of this world pile up, money, work, kids, sickness, whatever it is that pulls me from God is a thorn.

So because I listened to that little voice this morning, I have this nice little testimony to give. I still struggle with doubt, fear, anger, forgiveness. I can be judgmental, annoying, sinful.

I don’t think I’m better than anyone else. I have stolen. I’ve committed adultery. I swear sometimes. I’m not perfect. But, I am forgiven. I try to do better every day. Some days are better than others. But I know where I’m going when I die.

And I’m tired of being a shy, ashamed little girl who can’t stand for her faith. I want to be a WOMAN for GOD!!!!!

And He spoke to me today, through His Word!!!

Clingman’s Dome (parking lot view)


Clingman's Dome (parking lot view)

Last summer, me, my husband, 2 daughters, brother, sister in law, and nephew all went to Gatlinburg TN together for a week. We stayed in the same hotel and sometimes hung out, sometimes not (as they had a young son who needs to nap and my kids were 16 and 11 at the time). It was quite cool on the mountain, and being above the clouds was quite exhilarating.

I hope to have more outdoor experiences with hiking and camping and kayaking this summer! 2014, the summer of outside! Can’t wait!

Daylight Savings Time and why I’m hating it.


I posted this on my other blog, just to let people know that the only person I’m ripping off is me.


In the USA and in about 1/3 of the world, we set our clocks ahead an hour in the spring, and back again in the fall. I suppose the theory is to extend our daylight hours.

Saturday night, after a week of exhaustive insomnia, I set my clock ahead, wincing inwardly as my time went from ten p.m. to eleven p.m. I knew it was going to be a rough morning because it would probably be midnight before I actually got to sleep. I was thinking that I’d probably get up at seven thirty, but feel like it was six thirty.

BUT NO, I woke up at six-thirty, felt like it was five-thirty, and then couldn’t get back to sleep. I didn’t sweat it though, because I knew that extra hour of wakefulness would help me get to bed earlier the next night, to be more awake on Monday.

Yes, that was the theory. I went to bed last night, and I think I got to sleep around 11:00 p.m. which feels like ten, which isn’t too bad, I suppose.

In actuality, I woke up at five -thirty, it felt like four-thirty, and I couldn’t get back to sleep. And I have an extremely busy day at work. Which is good. As long as I stay moving, I’ll be okay. If we get slow, I’m gonna have a rough time pulling it together. And instead of losing an hour of sleep, I’m losing 2.

So the insomnia continues (day 8 or 9, I’ve lost track), and I’m starting to feel pretty rough. I’d really just like to stay in bed until my alarm goes off. Is that too much to ask?

I’ve always been a terrible sleeper, in fact, I get jet lagged going to Chicago (from Michigan), which is an hour behind us.

Who made up Daylight Savings Time, and why did they want to punish us? If someone wanted to go to war against us, today would be their day, when our entire nation is sleep deprived.