Spring is a time of new beginnings. So, let's make a new commitment to our health. Exercise more (or start exercising). Eat better (or at least better than we were). Stress less. I'm not saying do a complete overhaul of your life. Just pick one thing to do for yourself and your health. And keep doing it.
What have I chosen? Massages. See? I can still be self indulgent.
Later folks.
27 March 2008
12 March 2008
Proud Momma
I took Sir Mixalot off the autoplay. Instead, you're enjoying some indie music, Harry Connick, Jr. and gospel.
So, I'm a proud momma. My beautiful cadet sent me some f
abulous pics from her honor guard presentation at a football game. She's all decked out with full dress uniform, gloves and all. Even as a little girl, she loved to dress up. Now she's dressing up and being a big girl! It's easy to see why we are so proud of her. Anything worth having takes hard work. 
She has to do PT (physical training) on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays at 6 am! Her PT test requires her to run 1.5 miles, do as many situps and pushups as she can in one minute! At 6 am on Fridays, I'm still laying in my bed..... Do I hear an "Amen", sister?
While we're talking about proud mommas, I wouldn't have made my momma proud today. I must have left my drama queen pill in the bottle this morning. I am unable, physically unable, at many times of keeping my mouth shut. It's just hard for me to not push something, just because I can. It's easy for me to lose sight of why I am in the career I've chosen. Today, I pulled out my drama queen club membership card and made it clear to a courtroom of people that I have little control over my actions when excited. No chance my report card will be sent to my momma saying "Plays well with others." Instead, it will warn, "Runs with scissors". If you were there today, YES I am ashamed.
Fast forward through the music player on the right and listen to "Pass Me Not" - the 2nd half of the track is "It is Well With My Soul". As a child, I had a pastor at church that commented Job's trials were likely initiated by his fervent prayer for patience. I was taught never pray for patience, lest your lesson be taught with trials. So, if I ask for peace and contentment, how will I learn these gifts? I promise, I didn't pray for peace in my life. "It is Well With My Soul". That phrase is profound. It embodies patience, contentment, peace and personal insight. It's not saying "it is pleasing to others" or even "it is well with others". I need to feed that part of my soul that puts others first. Then, behave less like a fifteen year old drama queen and more in a manner that will be "well with my soul".
Okay, that was your Hettie thought for the day. Grandma Hettie would have loved this performance of Pass Me Not - It is Well With My Soul. And she knew and exemplified humility.
Later folks.
So, I'm a proud momma. My beautiful cadet sent me some f
abulous pics from her honor guard presentation at a football game. She's all decked out with full dress uniform, gloves and all. Even as a little girl, she loved to dress up. Now she's dressing up and being a big girl! It's easy to see why we are so proud of her. Anything worth having takes hard work. 
She has to do PT (physical training) on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays at 6 am! Her PT test requires her to run 1.5 miles, do as many situps and pushups as she can in one minute! At 6 am on Fridays, I'm still laying in my bed..... Do I hear an "Amen", sister?
While we're talking about proud mommas, I wouldn't have made my momma proud today. I must have left my drama queen pill in the bottle this morning. I am unable, physically unable, at many times of keeping my mouth shut. It's just hard for me to not push something, just because I can. It's easy for me to lose sight of why I am in the career I've chosen. Today, I pulled out my drama queen club membership card and made it clear to a courtroom of people that I have little control over my actions when excited. No chance my report card will be sent to my momma saying "Plays well with others." Instead, it will warn, "Runs with scissors". If you were there today, YES I am ashamed.
Fast forward through the music player on the right and listen to "Pass Me Not" - the 2nd half of the track is "It is Well With My Soul". As a child, I had a pastor at church that commented Job's trials were likely initiated by his fervent prayer for patience. I was taught never pray for patience, lest your lesson be taught with trials. So, if I ask for peace and contentment, how will I learn these gifts? I promise, I didn't pray for peace in my life. "It is Well With My Soul". That phrase is profound. It embodies patience, contentment, peace and personal insight. It's not saying "it is pleasing to others" or even "it is well with others". I need to feed that part of my soul that puts others first. Then, behave less like a fifteen year old drama queen and more in a manner that will be "well with my soul".
Okay, that was your Hettie thought for the day. Grandma Hettie would have loved this performance of Pass Me Not - It is Well With My Soul. And she knew and exemplified humility.
Later folks.
03 March 2008
Just another day... and Sir Mixalot?
WARNING: Sir Mixalot is loading on the mp3 player..... Skip to the next song if you're easily offended.
If MHH (Most Honorable Husband) has told you Saturday was my 41st birthday, he lied. Don't listen to him. It was my 37th. So, how did I mark this auspicious occasion?
1. I learned to drive a bulldozer. Woo hoo! A dusty, slow Case 450. I liked it so much, I spent Sunday pulling stumps from out of the field by the garden. My dad was so proud he gave me a black cap that said "CAT". Don't think I'll wear it anytime soon.
2. I created my 2nd children's song. For some reason I get lyrical whenever I have my giggly, silly, super sticky sweet nieces around. So, for Grace & Lily (the super gigglers) and Mary Kate (who they are teaching to giggle nonstop), I wrote my 2nd children's song. This one isn't as complete as the original composition (the Zoo Family). But it is contemporary.... a la Sir Mixalot. And it starts out "I like big books and I cannot lie. I read pages one at a time....". I told Grace and Lily they could sing it at school, but only right when they line up to go to the library. Good aunt, eh?
But honestly, Gracie started it. On the way home from the soccer game on Saturday, Gracie belts out "I like big butts and I cannot lie" in near perfect mimicry of Sir Mixalot. If you know my brother and his wife, you understand my bewilderment. I don't think Sir Mixalot plays over their home audio system much. MHH and I looked at each other and laughed. Gracie responds with "My Uncle Chad has that on his phone for when Aunt Tracy calls him". Tracy is Chad's wife. Wow. All that to inspire my literacy promoting tune that I worked out with a dance for the Gigglemeisters. "I like big books and I cannot lie. I read pages one at a time....".
My sister-in-law, Dawn, is a literacy specialist at Valley Springs Elementary. My sister-in-law, Kristal, is a librarian at a middle school in Bolivar, Missouri. Maybe I should work out the lyrics for them to use at school. Seriously, no royalties, ladies.
Later folks.
If MHH (Most Honorable Husband) has told you Saturday was my 41st birthday, he lied. Don't listen to him. It was my 37th. So, how did I mark this auspicious occasion?
1. I learned to drive a bulldozer. Woo hoo! A dusty, slow Case 450. I liked it so much, I spent Sunday pulling stumps from out of the field by the garden. My dad was so proud he gave me a black cap that said "CAT". Don't think I'll wear it anytime soon.
2. I created my 2nd children's song. For some reason I get lyrical whenever I have my giggly, silly, super sticky sweet nieces around. So, for Grace & Lily (the super gigglers) and Mary Kate (who they are teaching to giggle nonstop), I wrote my 2nd children's song. This one isn't as complete as the original composition (the Zoo Family). But it is contemporary.... a la Sir Mixalot. And it starts out "I like big books and I cannot lie. I read pages one at a time....". I told Grace and Lily they could sing it at school, but only right when they line up to go to the library. Good aunt, eh?
But honestly, Gracie started it. On the way home from the soccer game on Saturday, Gracie belts out "I like big butts and I cannot lie" in near perfect mimicry of Sir Mixalot. If you know my brother and his wife, you understand my bewilderment. I don't think Sir Mixalot plays over their home audio system much. MHH and I looked at each other and laughed. Gracie responds with "My Uncle Chad has that on his phone for when Aunt Tracy calls him". Tracy is Chad's wife. Wow. All that to inspire my literacy promoting tune that I worked out with a dance for the Gigglemeisters. "I like big books and I cannot lie. I read pages one at a time....".
My sister-in-law, Dawn, is a literacy specialist at Valley Springs Elementary. My sister-in-law, Kristal, is a librarian at a middle school in Bolivar, Missouri. Maybe I should work out the lyrics for them to use at school. Seriously, no royalties, ladies.
Later folks.
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