You're the ONE

Well, the plan was for the Wonder Woman to stay late at the studio and get things prepared for an awesomely productive day tomorrow and then God stepped in (so, Cap you can't fuss at me for being unproductive - were talkin' God here). As of late, I have been connecting with friends on that addictive forum, Facebook and this time I have fulfilled a desire that has been a long time coming. 

Remember the last post about God placing people in my life, as a child, that really made a difference? Those selfless folks that took the time to point me in the right direction by showing me the Heavenly Father's unending love? You see, I never had a relationship with my father until I became an adult so I had this real deep emptiness as a little girl and God knew just what I needed. Well, there was one individual that really stood out among all the rest.  After years apart, he always was there, in my thoughts and many times I wondered if I would ever have the chance to meet him again. Today, a connection was made.

This man was kind, funny (really funny), dedicated and a light unto the world (my world included). He spent time with me, took me places and was overall like a father to me in his own way. I remember first time motorcycle rides, karate (in his pink ghee - accidentally washed with colored clothes), guitar practice at church with funny faces and loud, goofy singing just to get a laugh out of me. He used to visit me and teach me things and get on my case if I was being a snot (which was often the case).  These are just a few of the many things he took the time to do and I can't thank him enough for what in actuality may have been a short span of time, was a lifetime to a little blonde, skinny girl who had a giant hole in her heart. He may not understand the difference he made but I would be remiss if I didn't say......  Thank you, Thank you. 

Never take for granted the time you have to make God's mark on someone's life. Maybe you can be that one. Or maybe I can be that one. 

"I left the 99 to find the one... and you're the one." 

It's a record

Well, I'm going for a record. Two days without the tube. Clean out your ears, I said TWO DAYS WITHOUT TV! It's monumental. Mark this date on your calendar folks cause this chick's on a roll.
With all this unbridled time on our hands, the Fantastic Four and I went off to Vacation Bible School to spread the light of Jesus to all the little munchkins. A great time was had by all. We brought six kids from our neighborhood and I think they liked it so much that they are all returning tomorrow night! It's amazing how kids gravitate to God's message of love and kindness when you present it to them through music, crafts, snacks and a good game of dodgeball. Nothing like one kid beaning another kid in the head out of love. After squeezing nine bodies into the Suburban for the journey back I started thinking back to when I was a kid. I remembered doing the same activities and how much of an impact it made on me. I'm so glad that someone took the time to share Jesus' love for me. It changed my life. Kids are like sponges, they soak it all up. I pray we made a difference in some little life tonight.

Well, time flies when your blogging so I better get my wonder rest for tomorrow's journey. Have a great night and sweet dreams.

Deflate the Tube

It's a Tuesday and I have not watched a minute of television. Yep. This is a milestone for me, the queen channel flipper. Normally by this point in my day I have watched a minimum of thirty minutes of TV which may have included the end of Little House (my favorite), a snippet of news, or one long case of Judge Judy (she rocks!). Aren't you glad I'm updating all you folks instead of watching some mindless episode of the First 48 (oh, I do so love this show) or senselessly wasting precious moments watching two, half dressed, sweaty men beat the stuffing out of each other (mixed martial arts has a special place in my heart). Instead, I volunteered along with the Hulk and Mr. Fantastic to help out at Vacation Bible School, a much more worthy cause. Don't get me wrong I'm not totally swearing off the squawk box, I'm just taking stock of what's important and placing it on the back burner for now. It's kinda nice actually. Cap is over there at his computer, mixin' some awesome tunes for my office computer. He's my thoughtful hero. The three mini (wink, wink) hero's are playing the x-box practicing their sweet hero moves and I in my kerchief, am settled in for a long summers nap with my laptop in tow. Life is good and so is God.

Being A Slug

OK everyone. I was an absolute slug this weekend. I admit it. I did not accomplish anything. I went home, plopped down on the bed and turned into a vegetable. I don't mean a nice, crispy carrot veggie, I mean an over ripe, squishy tomato veggie. You know, the one that's way past the picking stage, laying on the ground split open with flies buzzing around it? Yep, that was me. My television, (aka: web vision because it draws you in and won't release you) lead the way to my demise. Cap can tell you, I'm a terrible channel flipper. I will sit there for what seems like an eternity hopping back and forth just trying to avoid commercials. I hate commercials.

I used to be a busy person with lots of energy, anxious to get started on some project that needed my attention.  What happened to that woman? Where did she go? I mean, my 69 year old mother puts me to shame. As I sit here on this rainy Monday, with my Wonder Woman bobble head sitting on my desk as a witness, I am going to make a blog promise. I am going to take more time to get things done and less time being a drone. (no slight towards the male honey bee as I'm sure he works hard in the bee world). I am going to get back to the real me. I'm going to lead the way for my husband and children instead of falling into a rut of nothingness. I want to be a woman of virtue, a godly wife. It stinks when you look back and see the wasted time. Time you can never get back. Time that God gave you. 

I pray for the energy and desire to make a difference. I'm starting now. Love you guys! 

Saturday Bliss

Here I sit. At the office, 8am on a Saturday no less. My Captain, probably still gazing at the inside of his eyelids. Gotta love it!  After a saweet dinner last evening with my Cap, we visited a GREAT hero friend whom we hadn't seen in a while. We had a nice, albeit short visit due to the late hour. ( I turn into a grumpy pumpkin at midnight). Mr. Fantastic (our youngest son) showed off his roller skating moves while Hulk (our middle son) and Beast (our oldest son) spent the night at a friends. I got to thinking about how blessed we are to be surrounded by such wonderful friends. I wish we could all hang out more often but it seems that this thing called life gets in the way. Nonetheless, it brings me joy to have the opportunity to spend even a snippet of time enjoying them for who they are.

 I'm pondering what this beautiful day has in store and hoping that I get something worthwhile accomplished. I should be outta here by 2:00 and hope to spend some time this evening in the pool and maybe find myself munching on a finely grilled burger. Hey, all my heros: come on down!  Ahhhhh, summer.

I admit, I'm not a daily blogger. Things get in the way. So, I guess you'll hear from me whenever I get the time to sit and blog. Until then......

Rise and Shine!

There are times, even in a super hero world, that we find ourselves feeling a little less heroic and a little more human. Case in point: The first thing I heard this morning was the last thing I wanted to hear - my alarm. For those of you who don't know, (no Cap, this does not include you) I am an avid snoozer. In fact, I bring snoozing to a whole new level! You would think that a Wonder Woman such as myself would spring out of bed ready to tackle the day but my constant pounding of the snooze button goes to prove the contrary. Sadly, after a 50 minute pounding, I surrender myself to the fact that I must get up and face the day.

I quickly forget who I am and what my mission is - to Rise and Shine! As I ponder the thought, I realize what that really means. God, the Ultimate Hero, gave me this life and he wants me to Rise and Shine my Light. Regardless of how I feel, he has given me a gift and I have the privilege of sharing it with others. That's my MISSION. So, even when I don't exactly feel like a beacon - God gives me the power to Shine. So put on your shades folks, I'm on a mission!

OOPS!

Yea, I know, blogging is SUPPOSED to be a daily glimpse into the life of the Blogee so I apologize for my lackadaisical approach. The last few days have been filled with the three F's - family, food, and fun. The Fantastic Four and I have had a wonderful time visiting friends, bowling, eating out, picking berries and generally enjoying life and each other. I am so blessed to have the people God has placed around me. I promise to keep everyone updated on our adventures and misadventures from now on so buckle up and enjoy the ride. 

Even SUPEHEROS get stitches

The original plan was to go home, relax, put my feet up and vegetate a while before dinner. What with the lack of sleep after adventures with the Wonderdog the night before, I was ready to call it an early night to catch up on some much needed shut eye. NOT SO FAST!

I developed a slight headache which snowballed into a throbbing headache. 

Captain America met a fellow hero for an unplanned dinner date so I bowed out of preparing a large feast for all and settled for tuna casserole prepared by our middle hero (what a sweet boy - teenagers get a bad rap). He had pity on his exhausted matriarch. 

After having a plate of the yummy goodness, I settled in for an extended nap. NOT SO FAST! Our youngest hero, Mr. Fantastic , decided to show off his super human strength by shoving his very human arm through the storm window and seriously slicing his very human skin. After a display of super human mom-speed to stop the bleeding, Cap, Mr. Fantastic and I planned a trip to the emergency room where we were schooled in surgical knots (three to be exact). We were in and out in less than two hours and I could not have asked for a better ER experience. (THANKS M.U.S.C!)

So, my Mr. Fantastic is still fantastic and once again has discovered a way to get out of his daily duties much to the dismay of his brothers. This only leaves me with one comment. Sleep is underrated. 

COCO the WONDERDOG

Coco the Wonderdog, our superhero dog, is a fierce 6lb. Chihuahua who strikes fear in the heart of our vacuum cleaner. He attacks the machine with the greatest intention of protecting his superheros from the doom that surely awaits them. After the vicious attack, he trots off proudly and is assured that he has conquered the evil one.

As Cap and I head for bed, he buries himself in the blankets ready for a long summers nap. Sometime in the middle of the night, I awoke to find my Wonderdog 

staring worriedly at me with a shamed look on his mug. I picked up the unmistakable scent of partially digested Alpo and found myself pawing around the dark blankets only to find spots that used to be last evenings puppy dinner....Yep, you guessed it, he cleaned up after himself! Groaning, I gazed over at my Captain who is oblivious to the drama unfolding - lost in his dream of saving the world from tyranny. Thank goodness he was busy with other issues because had he caught wind of the problem, he would have stripped the bed and sent the Wonderdog packing. 

After getting my bearings, I consoled my mutt and cleaned up his little errors and for the next couple of hours I lay there listening to them both snore the night away. Ahhh, peace at last.

Well, I've thrown myself into blogdom! Watch in utter hilarity as I navigate this feat! I find communicating through the internet most enjoyable and as of late, my primary mode of transportation. So here goes friends..........

 I had a great fourth with family and friends. Cap, (henceforth my groom) and the three Superheros (my great boys) spent the holiday with aunts and uncles and cousins, OH MY! What better way to spend the holiday but visiting and learning just a little more about the ones I love. Great food, and as you can see from my photo what great food does to me in the end (hence the nap and double chin), and fireworks that evening was such a great finish to the day of reflecting on how blessed I am. My God is an awesome God and I'm so glad he watches out for me and my heros. This first post is short and sweet and a beginning to a great comic - my life.