Joy's Story of the day
I would like to use this very first day of Summer to announce that I am ready to get out of the house and back out there doing what I love to do! If you know me well at all you know that I love to tell stories, they are all true and justifiably embellished, but true all the same.
I am 6 months out of my surgery, ok to walk, run, jump, lift weights, clean church, clean house, do laundry and go to the grocery after mowing the lawn and moving the sprinkler. Yep, I am ready to roll!
I am going to step out of the old comfort zone of home and begin asking friends to help me in this new venture. I have more that just "stories" to tell though, I have songs to sing and a message to encourage. I am willing to go wherever my Abba wants me to go. So, there is now a bug in your ear, (that sounds creepy) and I would love for you to consider helping me if you can and if not, please pray for me because I will need it.
Now, I have to start looking for a housekeeper, lawn care, and church janitor, , , see you later.
You are loved.
Jeff and I got engaged on December 24, 1985, and as soon as someone arrived at the church the next morning I was trying to schedule a wedding, (i had to cement the date, just in case Jeff had had a lapse in judgment!)
We wanted May but it was a "No Go", so we opted for April, but the church needed the sanctuary for the huge Easter Extravaganza!
We then went to March, (two months of planning?) and they had the 15th, my sister says, "No, beware the ides of March!" Frankly, I thought the same thing, not very good for a new beginning if you know what I mean.
So, we were given the last option for the sanctuary before August, and it was March 8, 1986, we took it!
Fast forward, I have been married 25 years!
One summer afternoon I began feeling a bit tired and unusually sleepy, I had had a lot of trouble with some "indigestion" and other "issues", so....one pregnancy test later, I was going to have a baby? Are you kidding? Not ready!
April 1, 1989, James Russell Earle, the other love of my life came to the world and changed my life.......although a boy was not my plan, I am so glad it was God's.
Then......there was another sleepy summer and wouldn't you know it, yep, bingo! Jeff and I must have a mating season!
March 19, 1991, Jensen Rae Earle, my mini mee was born! I would one day leave this world but God made provision for someone else to carry the banner. She is and always will be the heartbeat of the home!
No more sleepless summers, but, where has the time gone? Why can't I remember some of the parties and events. I want to but this fog I live in sometimes prohibits me from remembering.
I can't believe I am the Mom of young adults!
The beauty of it all is that in my heart they are my sweet baby boo's and that is something I will never forget.
Thank you Lord for my husband and our love for each other that produced two such wonderful human beings!
Oh How He Loves You and Me.
I love my husband, really I do, but he has absolutely no fashion sense. He has no idea why his grey sweatshirt that rides up on his belly doesn't really need to be worn up to the grocery and to the post office and then to the gas station out in public pumping gas as all of our neighbors drive by on their way home. He can't take a few moments and change into one of his MANY nicely ironed button downs or even a soft crew neck in a solid color with no cat hair on it? No, he can't because in his world, people don't care what you wear.
of cure......this whole time I needed a new hip!
That's right! I was a cripple and now, the lame are walking again!
I don't use a cane anymore, and although the handicapped toilet seat was hard to give up, I now can walk with a spring in my step and wear heels again.
I had been kidding myself for over a year, trying to overcome the pain with way too much ibuprofen and various other methods only to find that I had been spinning my wheels.
So, guess what I got for Christmas? On December 10, 2010 I received a titanium hip! Oh yeah, I will be looking forward to TSA copping a feel every now and again but I am a woman of age and sometimes you gotta have fun!
God has been so good and medicine these days is miraculous. Please continue to keep me in your prayers as I heal. I am so excited for the fresh pages of life ahead of me these days. I am blessed and loved.
So, I walk to the bathroom sink, grab the toothbrush, grab the tube of toothpaste, squirt it on the aforesaid brush and onto my front teeth; wasn't toothpaste at all, it was my benadryl cream! We are getting our eyes checked next week! I am glad though that I was able to share this with the family, they needed a laugh and I thought maybe you guys out there needed one too! You are loved.
Um, ok, physical therapy is too expensive and so, my husband drove me to Walmart and bought me a bike! It was a long arduous process. In case some of you don't know, my husband is a comparison shopper, smart I know, but it is so frustrating. I thought I knew what I wanted until he started questioning my method of picking out a bike. Does he not understand that women need a gel padded seat?
So, we made friends with all of the sales personnel, yep, Sandy, Jefferson, Eric......We had Jefferson adjust the seat and pump the tires for my first choice, it was perfect. This bike was low priced enough and I could get my leg over the low girl bar. Then it happened, some guy had a bike brought down for his daughter who was going to college and the music started and the heavenly angels started singing, there it was, the bike I really really wanted.
Jeff knew the look, he asked, "Is THAT the one you want?" I was afraid to answer, "Well it is more expensive but honey it is perfect!" Ok, so he asked the guy if his daughter wanted it and she didn't so, I got on it and started riding down the aisle of the Sporting Goods Department. I ran into Jefferson with my first choice bike and he just turned around and took it back to the warehouse.
Then there was the matter of a basket, helmet and other accessories to make me look like a biker! Jeff was a real champ and spent a little more than we had planned because he knew it was worth it. He also liked doing something for me, I just know it.
So, I have a beautiful 21 speed Schwinn, I have a cool basket for all my stuff (really?) and a gel seat, and I still have to get a helmet cause all they had there was Barbie and Hello Kitty.
If you see me on the road, please do not honk, I might fall!
So, I'm like, "Honey, let's get out there and whip our front yard into shape!" The reason this is important to me is that there is an unspoken competition in our little cul-de-sac, there are a few neighbors, since last summer's flower extravaganza in my yard, that want to take me down! I have to stay in the running and with the sciatica and menapause, I need help. So, what say a little marital bliss in the front yard? Who wouldn't want that?
Here comes Prince Charming in his bermudas and a hat. Slowly but surely making his way to what I have already started. Hands on his hips, looking, surveying what will be the next step and then delivering his assessment of the work so far. "Um, dear? He started, " Why do you do everything caddycornered? Don't you want to plant in straight lines? Didn't you start with a plan before you started digging? People don't water during the day, you have to do it at night. Why are you using that shovel? Did you put plant food in the ground? Are you sure you should have gotten brown mulch?"
So much for team work and togetherness, shut up Jeff.
BTW, yard looks great, a little crooked but great.
333333333444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444 so my cat just stepped on the keyboard to claw my hand so that i would love on her and that is why the threes and fours and such, we may be interrupted yet again if pancacke gets her way. 0000she lo65ves to dig into the keyboard and cat4c5h my fingers7 so if you see random numbers and letters i tis the work of the famous pancake earle.
i am now in physical therapy for my sciatic nerve problem. this is yet again another chapter of humiliation in the life of an aging woman. i am asked to lay on a table holding a ball between my legs while i lift and turn and have electric things taped to my back and surges of tingly things go through my body(that aint so bad) however, when you can hardly move one side of your body you look like an old lady freak, oh yeah while the therapist is saying, "way to go! you can do it!" ok so yesterday she put the ball betweeen my knees and told me to keep my shoulders down and turn my lower body all the way to the right, it took a while and i did it but when she told me to come back to the start position i shouted, "i can't!" what was funny is that when i said it it came out, "i caint!" just like a hick you know? it hurt and it hurt later and it hurts today and yet i know it has to hurt to get better. the analoby? (pancacke) analogy? life hurts sometimes but our commitment to keep our eyes on the prize (jesus our only hope) will bring us into a comfort of living (abundant) the hurt will be worth it.
So, here is the deal, life is so complicated at times we lose our smile and our ability to receive a smile. I had a moment this morning as I was getting ready to go to the doctor and was dreading the feeling of something being "wrong" of course based on nothing more that the fact that I am tired and hate this stupid dang pollen! My moment reminded me that the smile comes from the light within, that light, the marvelous light, my jesus. So,,,,i get to the doctor's office, i waited 24 minutes before being ushered onto the scale, (which by the way is fixed, i am convinced cause at home i weigh less), then blood pressure, "oh my it's nice and low today!" yeah and your point is? Then they take you in a room with absolutely no reading material and start filling in stuff about you on this computer coming out of the wall, my smile was waning. She began asking questions that you would ask an old person, that ticked me off, smile gone. Then she asked if i had any anxiety. Seriously? Of course i have anxiety, right now i have anxiety! kidding, i told her that i had realized anxiety was a pretty word for worry which is a pretty word for sin. sin is separation from God, so if i am worrying i am not confident of my God's ability to be God. She smiled, I smiled and then she said, "you have made me smile today." ok, so i guess my spirit is connected to my face muscles? help me here.
so,are ya worried? well.....cut it out!
gotta go, getting ready for american idol. you are loved gang.
Attack the day with a sense of confidence and vigor that says, "This day was made for me, God said so!" Then,,,,you can go back to bed. Kidding. I can't seem to get over the pollen season and truly it does get worse with age. My nose has swelled my eyes are puffy and i feel like crap. However, inside I am alive because of Him, I have confidence, because of Him, my heart rejoices and yet my body, it could care less. This day has been made for you so rejoice even if you have to sit on the couch. How lovely is this?
Today my husband, the thinker, Pastor Jeff, picked up our Sprint bill, he almost spit out his coffee at the total. He asked, "Dear.......why is this so high?" "Well........" at this point I usually feel like Lucy when Ricky would tell her she had lots of "splainin" to do. Truly I thought all cell phone bills were that high. Turns out after a phone call, at least an hour of voice mail prompts, Jeff yelling, and then an operator, it seems we have been overpaying for over a year. Oops. So,,,,what if I knew better? We would be rich, right? Check your statements folks, don't blame yourself, well, you could but it would stink up your day!
So, I had a thought this morning, what day is it? I mean really, my life has been plagued with my mother telling me, "A year is nothing.....goes by just like that." Well, I guess so cause I am in awe of the fact that Easter is over and Mothers Day is almost upon us and to add to the rush of time, I will be one more year older in June and that totally stinks and makes me want to tell "father time" (whoever he is) that he can take a break!
Kidding aside, do you every feel like you can't remember what happened yesterday? Or,,,,,,what about our need to hold those long gone moments with our family in our hands? I grieve some days for the ones I miss the most, I can still smell my Papaw's cigar and hear my Mamaw calling me in for supper. There was a day last week that I ran up on a pic of me with the kids. They were so cute and holding on to me, but for the life of me I couldn't remember where we were or when it was....I grieved. "Time heals," they say, "Time is your friend," well today, forgive me time but you have gone too fast.
Of my blog! Ok, so here is where we will exchange thoughts, experiences and stories of our lives to help each other along the way. I know I need help and if you do, then please allow all of my mistakes help you learn something. I want all of you guys to know that I am not so computer literate but I am willing to get better at it, so........let's go!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
See you tomorrow, you are loved.
ps,joy joy this is for you!