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FaceBook Envy~

There is a strange condition sweeping the world these days. It causes discontent, unhappiness, strained marriages, and confused children. It’s a terrible state of being. It’s called FB Envy. Otherwise known as , FaceBook overload. You know , when you see all your friends pictures and statuses such as, “Went to Disney World! Had a fabulous time!” or ” Tanning on the beach in sunny Cali! Too bad you can’t be here!” or how about, “Went shopping, and scored some major deals on clothes at Kohl’s!” . Then there are the children’s pictures. “Check out my new iPod! Just got the latest from the ‘rentals and it’s cool!” or ” How ’bout these wheels mom and dad just got me! Major, right?” Everywhere you look someone is posting something about how great and awesome their life is. Their jobs, their homes, and even their vehicles are filled with the hippest , latest, and most expensive everything.
Now I’m not saying that family vacations are wrong. I’m not saying it’s not nice to want good clothes, or a really fancy car. But , I can’t help but wonder? What is the motivation behind the wanting of these things? Is it because it ‘s REALLY a better product or service? Or is it really because we want to rub it in our neighbors or friends faces? As in , “Look where I’m going, and what I’m wearing.” That whole “nyah,nyah,na , nyah , nyah” preschool mindset. It’s not good enough that we have a reliable car that gets us down the road to where we want to go. It’s not good enough that our children our clean and presentable. No. It has to be “THE” best brand, “THE” ‘it’ item. And for what?
Being on FaceBook has really opened my eyes to this issue. Yes , it’s great that you went on vacation. I’m happy for you. And no. I’m not just jealous . We could take a vacation like that. It’s just the “MANNER” in which it’s presented on FaceBook.
There are those who are homeless. Hungry. Hurting. Without sufficient care for themselves or their loved ones, and we feel “put out” if our home has only one bathroom. Seriously? We have indoor plumbing, running water, a roof over our head, a bed to sleep in, clothes to wear, freedom of worship! My dad and his family lived in a house once when he was growing up that in the winter ,the snow drifted through the cracks onto the beds while they slept. In the past , 10 people might have lived in a house the size of the one in the picture above, and been happy to have it.
I just came back from 3 days of church camp, and the statements that I heard some of the young people utter, blew my mind! Talking about $100 dollar shoes, and $300 dollar telephones as if that were nothing. Griping because they had to share the bathroom, or the showers.
I guess it made me realize that if THAT is how the young generation feels about money, and the many, many gifts we’ve been given, and if we can’t be ANY more grateful than that? Maybe there’s a reason our country is in the shape that it’s in. Just sayin’.

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Culture Shock~

I am soooooooo behind!!! I have just finished 3 weeks of nonstop activity. We had youth fishing derby, then I did ALL the crafts for 50+ kids at VBS for four days. then we took the youth group to the water park, and THEN we packed up and went to the BOGG Springs youth camp, for 3 full days of fun, services, and fellowship. It was hot! 100+ degrees every day, but I actually made it okay. I was very worried if I would be able to keep up. but I think I did alright. The worst part was waiting in line for meals outside, but with my medical conditions, they made it okay for me to go in and sit and then go first in the line. I don’t usually try to use my illness as some type of advantage, but they insisted. Seems like the kids had a good time all around. My oldest son really had a blast and can’t wait to go again next year. I will be better prepared for next year, so it won’t be so much culture shock, lol! It had been about 23 years since I had gone to a church camp. I had to remind myself of how to pack and get everything organized. I enjoyed the fellowship of the other counselors in the dorm, and listening to the teenage girls get around in the morning. By the last day I was there the girls from the other side of the cabin were coming to me for clothes and boy advice. I don’t have daughters so it was a nice (different) experience.
I was however , kind of shocked at the level of disrespect shown by many of the children. The speech and behavior was something I was not prepared for. For instance, I would never have told an adult to “Mind your own business, I am 17. YOU go worry about the little kids.” , or while I was speaking to a child about inappropriate behavior, have the child look away, and say, Is this conversation OVER?!?” with all the eye rolling that entails. And the behavior itself! Stealing, lying, immodest clothing, and outright rebellion. And these were the bigger kids. You expect them to kind of be past that , and showing an example to the younger ones. It was really an eye-opening experience for me.
But all in all, I don’t think it was a terrible outing. I learned a lot , and hope some of the things I said as a counselor made a difference to someone. So, other than exhaustion, a little bit of extra sun, I survived intact. I hope we can work the kinks out, because I’m sure the kids are going to want to go back next year! Now I’m back to blog for a little while, or at least until our next adventure!

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6 A.M.~

The smell of the river, so clean with just that touch of earth. The rock of the boat and the sound of the water rippling beneath the hull. Frogs singing their good morning! Chugarum! The zing of the fishing line as it goes sailing over the water. The awesome satisfaction of a perfect cast. Anticipation. Seeing that jewel of a bobber disappear under the water. Snap, jerk! Reel, reel, reel! Spotting the wriggling, twisting sparkle of the sun perch on the end of the line. Worms, hooks and poles. Iced down sodas, cold bologna sandwiches, and the feel of the sun on my face. It’s 6 am on the river. It’s time spent together. It’s perfect.

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Lord Willin’, and the Creek Don’t Rise~

Well, hubs has been on vacay since Saturday, and we’ve been having a really great time spending the days with our boys, and doing stuff together. We’ve been fishing, took the boys to the Science Museum to see the pirates/underwater excavation exhibit, gone flea-marketing, laughed a lot, and just generally enjoyed being with one another. We also attended youth rally, dog-sat for the preacher, spent time in the library, and the kiddos have been swimming. Next week , we have VBS, and the week after that , we have church camp, ( their first time to go.) Whew. I sure hope I “live” to tell about all these upcoming adventures! 🙂 We did decide that in the middle of July we would probably start school back up again, as it will be too hot to do anything outside anyway. It is already reaching the triple digits here in the sweltering land of the South, so I can only imagine what July and August are going to look like! Ugh. I love the South but sometimes I swear it’s like living in a cross between the Sahara and the tropics. The heat AND humidity together are killer. So that’s our plan for the following months, well, the plan if, as they say here, “Lord willin’ and the creek don’t rise.” (Probably not much danger in that , no more rain than we are getting!) How about you ? Have you got a lot of plans for the summer, or are your only plans to do as little as possible? Absolutely nothing wrong with that! I may have to try that sometime! Hope this finds you all having a great day, no matter where you are!

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The Good, The Bad, and the Hearse……..~

I’ve had a really fantastic weekend! I’ve felt good, and gotten to spend some quality time with my guys. I made Sunday morning service, and am going to make Sunday night service, too. That’s a big deal for me. We had a mini fishing tourney for our kids from church yesterday, and then had a fish fry. The kids all seem to have had a really great time, and I was up and around most of the day without too much incident. I sure was tired though! When you have a day like that after many, many days of not having enough “oomph” to roll off the sofa, it sure makes it special. I think there are probably a lot of people who don’t realize how good they have it, and take a LOT of things for granted. Like having enough energy to go shopping. Or feeling well enough to wash your own hair. Or perhaps biggest and most important of all, having enough strength to do something special with your children. I don’t want to take a single day for granted, good or bad. ‘Cause as a friend of mine used to say, “From the day you’re born, til you ride in the hearse, things are never so bad , that they couldn’t get worse!” Luckily, today has been a good day! 🙂

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Find the Chink~

You know , I’ve finally come to the conclusion that sometimes , just maybe, certain people may just NOT like me no matter what I do.
I am a people pleaser way down deep. I like when people like me. I don’t even mind going out of the way to be nice to people who are ugly to me. It kind of burns them , actually. But , I may have to accept defeat in a certain situation. Or maybe I just need to work harder to find the smile chink. See, I have a theory. I think everyone has a smile chink. That particular spot that when struck by the niceness hammer will shatter , and they will eventually smile. Some people’s chinks are just hidden REALLY well. The funny thing is, it really bothers me to see people unhappy. I know that is the real reason people are unfriendly, unsmiling, or even downright rude. It is disturbing to them to see someone happy, and maybe even a little tiny bit humbling for them to see someone happy who just happens to be in worse circumstances than they are. So the uncomfortable feelings make them lash out at the person causing them to feel uncomfortable. But, just so you know. I think EVERY one can be happy. It’s more of a choice really. Now before you get all annoyed, and say , “Well, I’ve had a really rough go at life, and I’m not happy because of things that have happened to me!” Well, did being UNHAPPY change those things? It didn’t did it? It just made you miserable WHILE they were happening! See, I can’t DO anything about having lupus. I can’t CHANGE the fact that my heart is faulty. But, I can CHOOSE to be happy in spite of it! I choose to go about in life unarmored to other people’s niceness hammers. I want to share my smile with those I meet. Because I can’t change their situations either. But, I CAN help them to see that life is NOT a lost cause!

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It Is What It Is~

Never regret. If it’s good, if it’s wonderful. If it’s bad. It’s experience. ~ Victoria Holt

Worrying is like rocking in a rocking chair. It gives you something to do, but doesn’t get you anywhere. ~ Grandpa Jones

I have lupus. I am 33 years old. I was diagnosed with this terrible disease at age 19. I had just given birth to my son whose heart was damaged BY my lupus. They told us he might not live. They said that IF he lived, he would be brain damaged, and never walk, talk , learn to read or be “normal”. They told me about 7 years ago, that very soon, my heart would be in complete heart failure, and that even if I took all my medicines, I would not live for very long.
I had someone ask me if it made me angry. And I had to think, “Was I angry?” No. Not really. Sad, yes. Disappointed. Life definitely was NOT turning out like I had planned. Frustrated. Confused. But, not really angry. I know people think I’m in denial about it. But , really what would anger accomplish? It is what it is. It is no one’s fault. I told the doctor “I just got dealt a lousy genetic hand of cards.” I have good days and bad days. So do people who are “normal”. It’s life in this crazy, mixed-up, wonderfully wild world. Being angry is not a very productive emotion for someone with lupus. It actually makes you feel worse physically. Stress is not my friend! So, if I get caught up on that treadmill of “feeling sorry for myself”, I try to remember there are people who are actually in worse shape than me. It’s all experience and worrying is not going to get me anywhere.
Oh, and by the way. My son is 13. He just passed the 7th grade test. He has a pacemaker, but he walks , talks, reads, and is just about as “normal” as ANY teenage boy. (Heh, heh!) I am NOT in complete heart failure. I DO take my medicines, and yes, the days are challenging. But , I refuse to give up. I refuse to regret even a single minute of a single day. I’m living for the experience, and hope you will too!