Thursday, June 30, 2005

ADHD Meds

My youngest son, Bryce, is very hyper. The child bounces off the walls. He has no volume control. He never slows down. He has no self control and cannot envision consequences to his actions. He is a VERY typical ADHD kid. The school & I did evaluations and I took them with us to the Doc. After observing him, she said with a chuckle there was no need for further testing. The kid is on Hyperdrive every moment he is awake. So she wrote him a prescription for an ADHD med.

I am trying to decide how I feel about this. I mean, on one hand he is starting 1st grade & I don't want his hyperness to prevent him from participating in the classroom. He is going to have the same teacher as he had in kindergarten. She was great, very understanding, but did mention EVERY TIME I spoke with her that Bryce was distracting in class.

Let me add.....I love my son. I adore him. But, I feel a lot of guilt because we do not include him in a lot of family trips. If Bryce goes, I end up fussing all day and everyone ends up miserable. It isn't fair to the older kids. But, at the same time, I feel bad leaving Bryce with Papa & Grandma when we go do family things.

Could medication be the answer? Or should I be looking for alternatives? As with all parents, I want to do what is best for my son.

Tuesday, June 28, 2005

Trip to the dentist (SIGH)

If you have any advice...please, please feel free to comment. I'm looking for any suggestions!

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Today 2 of our boys had dentist appointments. Austin, who is almost 8, is a rather anxious child. He doesn't like unfamilar environments. The last time he went to the dentist was 2 years ago. That time, it took us nearly an hour to convince him to go back. Then the hygentist cut his gum right off the bat. He had not even been in the chair a whole minute.

So, he has been determined he did not want to go to the dentist ever since.

When we arrived today, he wouldn't get out of the van at first. I went inside to take care off all the insurance information. I made the appointment at a pediatric dentist, thinking they would have a better approach than most. He finally came in and I could tell he was very tense and afraid. When they hygentist came to get him, he said he wanted Mamma to come back with him. The hygentist kindly, but firmly said, "We only allow parents to come back with 4 year olds or younger. You are a big boy now."

Well, he wouldn't go. He buried his face in the couch and would not budge. I tried everything. First soothing him and explaining what was going to happen. They I tried bribing him. Then I cajoled. Finally, I took him outside and threatened a spanking. That seemed to motivate him a little bit. He willing walked to the exam room and watched his brother getting his teeth cleaned. Then, when the hygentist took him by the hand to try to get him into a chair, he came running back to the waiting area.

Finally, after his brother was done, the two of them went back together to check out the exam room. It was too late for him to be seen, but he was able to sit in the chair, check out the utensils and get a feel for the room. He met the dentist and saw he was a very nice man.

We made another appointment for later this week. Do you think I handled this the right way? should I have forced him to go back? Am I babying him too much? It is just so hard to know what tact to use. I didn't want to scare him to death. But, he has to go to the dentist. It just isn't an option. I am praying that when we goes back, he will be more comfortable and actually get his teeth cleaned.

They get bigger....

Yesterday I took our 4 kids to Virginia to have lunch with my grandma and visit the Virginia Museum of Natural History. It is about an hour drive each way...not really a big deal.

By the time we arrived yesterday, I was about to pull my hair out. The kids kept bickering, yelling, and arguing. I had a headache and felt like such a bad mom because I kept yelling at the kids. I was prepared for a bad day.

The visit turned out OK. They behaved reasonably well at lunch and all seemed to enjoy the museum...though it was the smallest one we've ever been to. And we've visited a bunch. I don't think there is one science or history musuem in this state we have missed.

After all was quiet last night, I decided to give our puppies a bath. What?!?! I haven't mentioned our babies before. Oh my. Well, Chelsea has a 7 month old Chihuahua mix named Dakota that is so ugly he is adorable. I have a 6 month old Shih Tzu, Bailey, who I think has the sweetest teddy bear face ever. ANYHOW, I usually bathe them in the kitchen sink. But, Bailey is starting to get to big for it, so I decided to put them in the shower with me.

Despite the fact that they are small, our doggies HATE getting a bath. The do not make it easy at all. It took me about 30 minutes to get them both bathed. The whole time, I crooned to them, sang to them, soothed them. Even once we got out of the shower, I continued to lavish them with songs, praise, and comforts. All at once, I realized this is the way I used to relate to my children. I used to have so much fun with them. What happened?

It made me remember how I used to cuddle and sing to my babies when they were young. Now, it seems I rarely have a positive thing to say to them.

Did I miss my calling? Was I really meant to have children? Perhaps I was meant to only have pets? I am so good with babies and animals....actually come to think about it I am great with other people's children. Just not my own?

Don't get me wrong. I adore my children...all of them. After four years, the lines between which children are "mine" and which ones are my "stepkids" are blurred. But, the simple fact is, I just have no patience with them whatsoever.

Starting today, I am going to make a consious effort to compliment each child on something every day. Whether it is commenting they did a good job on their chores, saying they look nice, or thanking them for being kind to someone else. We all need to make a point to make our kids feel good about themselves. It is an area I have been sorely lacking in as of late.

Sunday, June 26, 2005

Sunday Evening

Am I the only one who wonders just where the weekend went when Sunday evening rolls around? It seems like it should still be Saturday afternoon, but I am getting ready to fix dinner and wind down the last day of the weekend.

Overall, it has been a very good weekend. Yesterday, our next-door-neighbor and I took our kids (5 in all) to a place in Ararat called Homeplace. It is a Christian owned recreation center complete with camping, fishing, swimming, a waterslide, minature golf, and hiking. The pool is an Olympic size...probably the biggest I have ever seen. One on end they have the waterslide dumping into the pool. On the other end there is a big rope swing going out over the water. They also had a separate pool with deep water for the diving boards. 85% of the main pool was 2 or 3 feet deep, so you didn't have to be nervous about the little ones getting into the "deep end."

It was a really neat day. We stayed about 4 hours. The kids played while the grown ups got to lay in the sun and talk. It was very relaxing...just what the doctor ordered. I don't think I even heard any sibling bickering and fussing the entire time we were there. (hmmm, maybe we should go soon)

When we got home, we rested for a couple of hours. My parents took the younger ones and the rest of us headed up to a drive in movie theater in Mount Airy. The kids have never been before and I've been wanting to go for nearly 2 years now. This weekend they are showing Star Wars and Batman.....kids are free and adults are $5. What a deal!!!

The whole experience was fun. We took turns sitting in the front seat of the van. Tim and I liked sitting outside in our chairs under the stars the best. Strangely, the bugs weren't even bothering us.

Today has been recooperating day. We didn't get home until 3AM, so the kids and I slept until 11:00! That means we missed church, but honestly sometimes I think there are things that are worth it. Spending the whole day (and then part of the morning) out with our kids, not worrying about anything in the world was worth it. I am getting a little frustrated with the church search, so it was nice not to have to decide where we were going.

We were supposed to be leaving for vacation this past Friday. But, a combination of factors made us cancel it. Looking back at yesterday, I realize we don't have to go somewhere big and fancy nor spend a ton of money to have fun and make memories that will last a lifetime. Gas and all I may have spent $60 yesterday.

Tomorrow we are heading to Virginia to go to lunch with my grandma and visit a museum. Another adventure is ahead.

Friday, June 24, 2005

Goodbye Dr. Pepper?

It is no secret that I need to loose weight. In my adult life, I have been like a yo-yo. I gained a lot of weight when I turned 18, then lost a lot when I was about 24. Then, after my first son was born, I gained a lot again. Then, when I realized I was going to be divorced, I lost the weight. And finally, after Tim and I got married I gradually have gained so much weight that I weight more now than every before. It is embarrassing and frustrating.

So, I decided to start a diet. As I was eating my lunch today, I was scanning the nutrition label on my can of Dr. Pepper. 40 carbs ?!?!?!?!? What in the WORLD is that about? And why have I never noticed it before? Was I living in denial? That is like, as much as a pasta dinner. I typically drink 2-3 cans a day, so that is more carbs just in my sodas than I should be intaking all day long. That is just plain nuts!

Now I am in mourning. The secret it out. I can no longer pretend that it is OK to drink regular colas because they are fat free.

The real question is now....do I dare count the carbs in my beloved sweet tea ?!?!?

Wednesday, June 22, 2005

Knock the "T" off of can't

Recently, I took a sheet of paper and divided it into two columns: "Yes People," and "No People." Then I thought about individuals I knew and wrote their names in the appropriate column.

What a shock it was to see the length of the "No" list. These were the people who heard someone say, "You can't do that!" and they believed it. Next they were saying, "It can't be done!" and their negativity was affecting not only themselves, but also the lives of others.

If your friends made such a list right now, under which heading would they write your name? Do they see you as enthusiastic, affirmative and optimistic? Or do they believe you see more problems than solutions? It's time to knock the "t" off the "can't." I like the words of author Frank Hughes, "I will say this about being an optimist; even when things don't turn out well, you are certain they will get better."

Tuesday, June 21, 2005

Our kids

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Creating a Successful Blended Family

Raising a family is always a challenge. Raising a blended family introduces additional and unique
situations. When my husband and I got married 4 years ago we each had 2 children. At the time his daughter was 9 and his son 5. My boys were 3 and 2. My how quickly the years pass!

Here are some thoughts for those about to create or living in a blended family:

So, you're facing a challenge, but you can be successful. Creating a strong blended family actually involves principles similar to those used to create a strong marriage—mutual respect and consideration.

When two people marry, they bring together their differences to forge a common life. Likewise, a blended family brings together many people and their differences to create a common family life. This process involves both loss and gain. What you and your spouse had in your previous marriages is gone. But the good news is, you're in the process of creating a brand-new marriage, family, and home.

At the wedding, I highly recommend having the children participate. In our ceremony the minister had all 6 of us join hands in a circle. He talked about not only was a union in marriage being created, but a the union of a family as well. He mentioned each of their names and prayed specifically for each of them. I believe this made the marriage more real to them and made them feel like they were a part of something bigger than themselves, yet including them as well. Mommy and Tim were not just getting married. We were becoming a family together as well.

Making something new requires an interest in and respect for what's important to each member of your blended family. It is helpful to to ask each family member (even the youngest one) what he or she envisions for their new family.

Remember, you and your husband will also have to be deliberate about building your marriage. It's easy to hit the ground running because of all the children involved, but don't let your marriage take a back seat. Make sure you spend some couple-only time so you can work together as a team. If you don't, your stress will keep you functioning independently, and you'll end up having two separate families living under the same roof.

I would suggest reading some books together on Blended families? That way, you can begin to formulate how you want your family to look and how you want to work together. Respect each other's needs and hopes, and consider how your choices will impact the others.

I also suggest setting aside time for daily devotionals together as a family. While this is something all families can benefit from, I believe blended families have an additional need for this Spiritual bonding time. Every night after dinner, the children gather at the table with their dessert and we read the Word, explore a daily devotional, and discuss it together. It creates a great opportunity for everyone to come together as a family unit, no matter how busy and hectic the day as been.

A last thought...creating a family out of separate individuals with different backgrounds doesn't happen overnight. The first year or so of our marriage I was very frustrated because I felt like we had "his kids" and "my kids". But, it did happen. Today, I consider my stepchildren my "bonus kids"......they are the children God blessed me with the day I wed their father.

Friday, June 17, 2005

How do I serve my spouse?

"Jesus served his followers by washing their feet. In his culture that was the job of a servant. I asked my wife and she had no desire for me to wash her feet, but she had a lot of other good ideas, such as: take out the garbage, vacuum the floors, wash the dishes, dust the blinds, and keep the lawn looking nice. I followed Jesus' example, and I live with a happy woman."
—Gary D. Chapman, marriage and family expert, married to Karolyn for 43 years

With Father's Day approaching I have been doing a lot of thinking about ways I can make life easier for the love of my life, my husband, Tim. I read the above quote by Dr. Chapman and realized that in marriage, serving one another should be one of our highest priorities. Yes, we need to serve our children, in our churches, and in our communities. But, I believe all of that should flow from what begins at home.

What do I do to serve my husband? These have to be things that I get no, and expect no, credit for. Things that I do out of love, not obligation or in seeking reward.

The first thing that comes to mind is breakfast. Tim is diabetic, so he has a very strict list of what he can, and mostly can't, eat. Every morning I get up early and fix him breakfast. Nothing fancy, eggs and sausage or bacon. If I did not fix it, he would probably not eat anythign at all. Not that he is lazy, far from it. He is usually in a hurry and doesn't take time to take care of himself. And because of the diabetis, he can't just "grab something". Somedays, I get up hours before I have to and make him breakfast. Then I go back to bed.

Do I get a, "Thank you, honey."? Not usually. But, that is OK. It is a way to serve the man I love. To ensure he is getting his day off to the right start. I also make his lunch most days for him. While it is certainlly easier to grab fast food, there is little he can choose from. Again, my sending him approved things to eat, I know he will not be hungry and his blood sugar levels will hold steady.

Enough about food. Hmmm, what else do I do. I suppose caring for my stepchildren may fall into that catagory. I love my stepchildren, but on a daily basis I think I may go beyond many stepmothers. In fact, I may devote more time to my stepchildren than I do my own children. Is this something I have to do? Not, really. It isn't my responsbility to get them to school, pick them up every day, help them with homework, and do daily devotions with them. But, I do. Because I love them and their father.

Ahhhh, there he is. My love had gotten home from work. That will have to be enough contemplating for now.

Wednesday, June 08, 2005

Answering the Call

Answering the Call

My entire life I have wanted to be a teacher. If you had asked me at age 5, 15, or even 25 what I wanted to be when I “grew up” I would have answered, “I want to teach!” Everyone in my family works in some type of service industry. My Papa and uncle are Police Chiefs. My aunt Kathy, cousin Holly, as well as my mother are all teachers. My Aunt Debbie and Grandma are both nurses. On my mother’s side of the family, helping others is just something we do. This may be due to our faith. We are all Christians and giving to the community is somethingthat had been ingrained in our beings.

Currently, I am the only person in my family without a college degree. While never spoken aloud, I have the feeling everyone looks down on me because of this. I feel like the proverbial “black sheep” of the family. Ever since I graduated from high school, I intended to go to college. Every two years or so, I would call for brochures, check out websites, and make a sort of, kind of, maybe game plan to go back to school. However, every time I made the first move, something would occur in my life that I used as an excuse to put it off longer. I got married at a young age and intended to start a family right away. “What is the point of starting college, then having to take off to have the baby? I will just wait until after I have a baby to start,” I rationalized to myself.

During the seven years it took for me to get pregnant, I found many other justifications to delay. If it wasn’t a new job, we were moving. Then I finally did get pregnant. My two sons we born eighteen months apart and following that, I argued with myself that I was just too busy to deal with studying.

Life marched on and through the year my marriage was in the process of ending, going to college never crossed my mind. After all, I had bigger things to worry about. At least that is what I thought.

A year after my divorce, I married a man who was honestly the answer to my prayers. For the first time, I had someone supporting and encouraging the idea that I finally get my degree and fulfill my calling as an educator. For example, one day driving down the road he said, “If you can dream it, we can accomplish it. You can make up excuses all day long, but the fact remains that if it is something you really want, we can make it happen.” But still…. I resisted.

I became immersed in my life as a wife, mother, and stepmother. We joined a church that I truly loved and looked forward to growing with. My husband was baptized, which made me so proud and I experienced a great sense of peace. Part of this time I was a stay at home mom, other times I worked part time. Finally, in a desire to be able to buy our own home, I went back to work fulltime in a Customer Service position. The job wasn’t something I loved, but it was an income.

In March of 2004 I found out the company was closing my division. Some of my co-workers were terrified, while some even wept. On the other hand, as I sat in the break room contemplating this change of events, a feeling of peace descended over me. Sitting right there, God spoke gently to me. “It is time.” And I knew it was.

As fate would have it, Guilford College was advertising one of their Information Sessions on the radio that same evening. I called and registered for the Session and haven’t looked back sense. Everything fell into place.

What made this time finally the right time? I believe a large part can be attributed to a theory by Abraham Maslow referred to as the Hierarchy of Needs. His theory in essence states that human beings are motivated by unsatisfied needs, and that certain lower needs need to be satisfied before higher needs can be satisfied. He created a pyramid to display the order of these needs and theorized that each level must be fulfilled before a person can move to the next higher level. (1997, Gwynne)
As a very brief description, Maslow believed that the primary level referred to Psychological needs. This refers to basic needs such as air, water, food, sleep, sex, etc. I am blessed to have always had these very basic needs met.

Once those needs are met, we become concerned with fulfilling the level of Safety. These needs have to do with establishing stability and consistency in a chaotic world. During my teens and twenties, my life was like a roller coaster. There was usually some aspect that was unstable. After my second marriage, the needs for regularity and permanence were finally met.

Love and belongingness are next on the ladder. Maslow indicated that humans have a desire to belong to groups: clubs, work groups, religious groups, family, gangs, etc. As I entered into my thirties my family life, my faith, and my place in the community all seemed to fulfill this need.
After feelings of love and belongingness have been established, we tend to move on to Esteem needs. In this category a person seeks approval from others and recognition for accomplishments. This aspect was fulfilled for me both by the love, faith, and confidence in my family as well as accomplishments in the workplace. In addition, through the lessons learned in our new church home, I began to feel valuable to Christ as well. Suddenly, I saw a bigger picture for myself and realized I was created as a unique individual with various talents to serve some type of purpose.

According to Maslow, once all of these needs have been satisfied, we move on to the final category, which is Self Actualization. The need for self-actualization is "the desire to become more and more what one is, to become everything that one is capable of becoming." (1997, Gwynne) People who have everything can maximize their potential.

In looking back over my life, I believe this is where I was when I found out my company was closing. It was the first time in my entire life that I felt completely safe, loved and a part of a large family, I felt appreciated for who I was and what my hopes and dreams were, and I felt confident in my relationship with Christ and in my faith. Reaching this place in my life finally provided me the self-confidence to make the commitment to further my education. I heard the call, “It is time, “ and I was able to answer positively and confidently.

Some elements of a story written by Diana Michener rang true with me. Ms. Michener is a photographer who had great difficulty believing in herself and trusting her instincts. She was always afraid of what people would say about her work. Finally, after a long and winding road, she learned to trust herself. In her story Michener says, “Look, I can dare to fall down, and look, I can get up, and look, I’m not too hurt to try again.” (1977) She knew life was not perfect and that she would have to take risks to accomplish her dreams. But, finally those risks were worth it. After all, without stepping out in faith, how will we ever grow?

As I have contemplated these events in my life, I came to realize the lessons I learned would also be valuable to me in the classroom. The same basic principle applies to elementary students as it did to me as an adult. For a child to learn, they must feel comfortable. A child that is hungry or overly tired is not going to learn, as they will be distracted. The first, very basic needs must be met before they are going to be open to the process of learning.

Next a child must feel safe and secure to be able to learn. They must know every day when they walk into their school that they are in a safe, accepting, and comfortable environment.
Just as important, a child must feel valuable in his or her classroom to be receptive to lessons. If a child worries they are an outcast or may be ridiculed, their time in school will be concentrating on this fear instead of what their teacher is saying. However, if they feel respected and as if they have something to contribute to the class, they are much more likely to become involved and participate.

The need of esteem should start at home, but I believe can be greatly promoted by the teacher as well. Student’s hard work should be praised and acknowledged. Obviously, there are negative elements that will have to be dealt with as well, but I think that if we as educators choose to focus on the positive it will go a long way to instilling a secure sense of self in our children which will carry over into every area of their lives.

As educators we have a responsibility to apply our lessons learned in life to our classroom. Through this particular decision making progress I learned that it is vital for the students in our classrooms to have all of their needs, both major and minor, met for them to be open and able to begin the process of learning and growing as individuals. The needs of children may be varied, but our commitment to identifying those needs and attempting to fulfill them should be unwavering.


Works Cited

Gwynne, Robert. (1997). University of Tennessee website. Maslow's
Hierarchy of Needs. Retrieved 05/25/2005 from
[http://web.utk.edu/~gwynne/maslow.HTM]
Michener, Diana. (1977). Catching the Sun. In Ruddick, S. & Daniels, P.
(Eds). Working it Out (pp147-161). New York; Pantheon Books

Tuesday, June 07, 2005

Spanish

I was born and raised in the South. I have never had a need to speak Spanish nor had a desire to learn the language. In high school I took French, though I never had much interest in it either.

Now, let me say I love to learn. History, English, and Science are all fascinating to me. In my first year of college my lowest grade was a B+.

Then, I decided to take Spanish this summer. Well, to be exact, I decided to, changed my mind, then changed it back it again. I had decided to only take one class this summer to give myself a break. However, after classes started I discovered that I don't qualify for financial aid unless I am taking at least 2 classes at a time. So, in a hurry, I added Spanish back. I had already missed the first class.

I went to the book store to purchase the textbook. They were sold out. I spent my first 3 classes totally lost, and behind to boot. My attitude about learning a foreign language wasn't helping matter any either.

I finally got my book. The first of four test came and went with me barely passing.

OK. It is time to crack down. I may not really want to learn Spanish, but it can't be that bad. I haven't let anything get the best of me yet. I am not going to start with a silly 10 week course in Intro to Spanish.

Buenas noches mis amigos.

Sunday, June 05, 2005

It's Almost the End

Don't get me wrong. I love baseball season. I love watching our kids play and sitting outside enjoying the fresh air. All the same, I am happy to see their season coming to a close.

Chelsea's last game was a couple of weeks ago. Tim was drafted into coaching her team, so that was an experience for all of us. I don't think he will be volunteering to do it again. I have considering coaching Bryce's T-ball team in the fall, but with my school schedule I dont' think that it would be possible.

Today, at 10AM, Bryce and Cody both had a tournament game. Bryce's team lost by a landslide. Cody's team won by a landslide.

Two down. One to go.

Saturday, June 04, 2005

God's desire for Christians to be united

John 17:20 I pray also for those who will believe in me through their message, 21 that all of them may be one, Father, just as you are in me and I am in you. May they also be in us so that the world may believe that you have sent me. 22 I have given them the glory that you gave me, that they may be one as we are one: 23 I in them and you in me. May they be brought to complete unity to let the world know that you sent me and have loved them even as you have loved me. 24 "Father, I want those you have given me to be with me where I am, and to see my glory, the glory you have given me because you loved me before the creation of the world. 25 "Righteous Father, though the world does not know you, I know you, and they know that you have sent me. 26 I have made you known to them, and will continue to make you known in order that the love you have for me may be in them and that I myself may be in them."

Tim and I are looking for a new church. We went to a "mega church" for about a year. We even joined the church and Tim was baptized there. But we never really felt at home there, and we certainly didn't feel missed when we were absent for a few weeks. I suppose then we got lazy then and just quit going all together.

The Lord has been doing incredible things in my life recently. He was convicted me to change the way I think, I plan, and especially how I pray. In light of this, I have felt the strong desire to get back into church. I know it is an aspect of my life that needs to be fulfilled and I feel strongly our kids need to be in church.

There are a lot of choices out there. Baptist. (Independent, Southern, Free Will, National, and American) Methodist. Moravian. Church of Christ. Church of God. Presbyterian. Missionary Alliance. Episcopal. Lutheran. Non-denominational.

I read the word of God and have to wonder...why do we have all these denominations? Are we not all Christians? Why must we have these labels that separate and bind us? If only we could join together, as One to bear the name of Christ. Christians. Only.

Car trouble?

In the 4 years Tim & I have been married, we have been limited to owning only one car. In February of this year, the engine died in my minivan. Something about the crank shaft braking off in the engine. (which supposedly never happens). Anyhow, we had been looking for a cheap second vehicle, but after spending nearly 2 grand to fix my van, Tim decided we should by something newer and more reliable.

So, with not much money to put down and not being able to afford much for monthly payments we were pretty limited. We found a dealership with a pretty good inventory and they started the paperwork to get us the loan. What it boiled down to was we only had a couple of choices. A 2002 Blazer Extreme. A gorgeous car, but not really practical for a family of 6. A 2004 Voltzwagon Jetta, which got excellent gas mileage, but wouldn't fit us all. Plus Tim had to fold up into an accordion shape to get into the little thing. Or a Suzuki XL-7, which I am very fond of, but had high mileage.

Somehow we wound up with the candy apple red Blazer Extreme. It is a nice car. It really is. I love to play with the gadgets in it. It just isn't exactly what I had in mind.

Yesterday, the kids and I took it for a quick run to PetSmart and Barnes & Noble. I had trouble starting it, but once we got going it was fine. We made our 2 stops, and both times it started like a charm when we got back in it. I forgot I had even had difficulty starting it.

Last night, Tim and I decided to run to Sam's and then go out to dinner. When we came out of Sam's, the Blazer wouldn't start. Dead. D E A D. We tried and tried. Tim fiddled with things under the hood. But, it wouldn't start.

We decided to call my ex husband, Steve, because he lives about a mile away from Sam's. We figured if nothing else, we could jump off the Blazer, get it home and figure out what was wrong there. For 45 minutes we tried to get it started, but no luck. We decided since the Blazer had a V-6 Vortec engine, Steve's battery in his little Mistubishi truck wasn't enough to get it going.

So, we go to ride home in the back of Steve's truck. We had to have been quite a sight, going through the heaviest traffic area in the city in the back of a pickup. Not only is it illegal, it is about as redneck as you can get.

Today, we went back to Sam's with a friend, Joe, who has a workvan with a V-8 engine. "Surely", we thought, "his battery is big enough to jump the Blazer."

Nope. It would try to turn over but nothing would quite happen.

We checked everything we could think of. Even made sure the gas gage indicated it had gas. As a last ditch effort, Tim sent me to the gas station for a couple of gallons to put in there. It was the last thing we could think to try before calling an expensive tow truck.

Tim put the 2 gallons in the Blazer. I said a little prayer as he hopped in to try to crank it one more time.

VVVVRRRRROOOOOOM

She started up beautiful, just like normal.

Evidently, the gas gauge had somehow gotten hung up and we were just simply out of gas.

The funny part ( well it will be funny one day ) is that on the way to Sam's I commented, "Honey, we've been almost 400 miles on this tank of gas and we aren't even out yet. Isn't that great?"

Friday, June 03, 2005

Welcome to my blog.

Today I decided to start keeping a journal. The thought evolved into starting a blog, because I am a much fast typist than I am a writer. Perhaps others will read my ramblings, but it doesn't really matter. Writing is a form of thearpy for me.

At this point in my life I have a lot going on . I am growing in my faith, our kids are keeping me on the go, I am in school full time, and I have a part time job. It occured to me that I need to take a little time every day to reflect. To think. To pray. To be still and ask God to speak to me. I plan to use this blog to help me focus on some of these things. Sometimes just jotting random thoughts can lead to a revelation.

So, welcome. If you are single or childless, sit down and look at a different type of life. If you are married with kids, perhaps you will find things you can relate to. I pray that regardless, any visitors and I will grow in our daily walk with Christ.

Thanks for stopping by. I hope to see you again soon.

~Andrea

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