The light of the Lord

Alright, so if you know me, you know that I DO believe in God. I was raised Catholic. I don't follow EVERY view of the church (I am not against gay marriage, I dont believe that you need to be at church on sunday for your faith to be strong, and a few others). But I believe, and 99% of the beliefs were given to me from the Catholic Church, which I call my "home"

Well, I have to share this........
Last night I went to mass for Chloe (my sister) with Theresa (my step mom), cause I'm her sponsor for confirmation.

Well last night, at the end of the mass, they gave the Canada and sponsors and parents a chance to come up and "fall into the light of God." Chloe said they did this earlier and it was amazing, and she was now "in love with Jesus".......for my sister thats huge!

So I went up to the alter with Chloe, and watched as numbers of HS students were blessed and moved to tears. Some would pass out, some would just cry, some were just enjoyed after receiving their blessings. I'm sure SOME of them were in it for God, but the pessimist in mefelt a lot were just into the drama of watching people fall to the ground while others pray over them. That said, my retreats growing up always moved me, and my sister was really into it, so my step mom and I decided to give it a go.

I stood at the alter praying as he worked down the line next to me........I had a serious conversation in my head with God.....telling him how I feel and that he knew my heart, and he knows my personal views and that I'm not willing to conform and I'm sorry if thats a sin, but its who I am....I told him that I would give myself to him THAT way and if he wanted to take me as I am and accept and love me as I am, then I'd be happy to have him in my life and give it to him.

So I'm doing this and the archbishop ends up next to my step mom and I can hear it, but I'm deep in concentration talking to God about my odd views and nonconformity, and I notice her feet as she falls. (She is probably more a pessimist then I and even MORE nonconforming). Next thing I know, the ArchBishop asks my name and what I'm there for....I answered "To give myself to Jesus as I am"....his hand goes to my head, and he starts praying and I'm praying in my head and can hardly understand him, and I hear people praying around me....I hear him say the name Jesus QUITE a few times, and my knees are weak, and I'm fighting it, cause I feel like I'm gonna fall, and I can feel myself rocking, and hands on shoulders and backs and such to help me stand and then he says something and lets go, and my body just FALLS......I never felt them lower me (though I know they did) and I'm laying on the floor and I can feel this huge ENERGY...but I cant open my eyes, I can see the light through my eyelids, but they flutter and won't open, and I'm totally aware (so different from the one time i fainted--that was a black out).....It feels like maybe 15 seconds of trying to open (though it was longer) and I'm able to open my eyes......I start to sit up but I can't stop the tears. And Chloe is there hugging me. I couldn't stop shaking as I left........

It was seriously the most amazing thing ever.......such a peace.

I'm just.....amazed.

Daddy Dearest

I've posted on it before but I have to say it again. It must be nice to be the dad.

I'm naturally a bit of a selfish person and I'll admit it, but since having a family I've had to give that up.

I married a man who lets me be a bit selfish at times and is great with the kids. Honestly he's a GREAT dad and does a lot more then most. But at the end of the day he's still the dad.

The dad gets to go to work and come home. He gets himself dressed, leaves for work BY HIMSELF and the children are magically dressed and taken to daycare, by the time he comes home the children are magically there waiting.

The dad can work late and thats the mom's problem. If the mom wants to work late, who's problem is it? HERS. Never his.

The dad comes home and asks whats for dinner. The mom gets home, there is noone to ask that. Granted the dad in this house WOULD cook something for himself if nothing was waiting, STILL he gets to ask.

The dad isn't the one they want when they are sick.

The dads job is "more important" and thus the family has to take the back burner.

The dad, even the most helpful and kind dad, just has NO IDEA how easy they have it.

I've decided that there is one thing I want to be a bit selfish about again. And that's getting back in shape it consists of two things: having time in my day to work out and once a week I also want to watch Biggest Loser (live not DVRed) the rest of my show's I'll DVR, but this one, isnt the same that way.

It doesnt feel like much, yet tonight (mind you a night after I spent 2 hours up with a crying baby in the middle of the night), I'm forced to choose, do I get to watch Biggest Loser or do I get to go to the gym. I'm beyond annoyed. I'm beyond tierd. I'm just beyond.

So the next time someone ask's me: when does Kevin get to go on a mini-meetup with his friends like you do, I may just kick them in the teeth. Because guess what, when I get the chance to "be the dad" then he can surely have some free time and get away.

Caden Rockin out!

Nau-Nau Toy of the Day

Why do boy's always find the LAST thing in the house they should play with and obsess over it? They are magnets for trouble.

Here is Caden's Nau-Nau Toy of the Day

"Nau-Nau" says Caden
(translation Naughty Naughty)

Freaken scares!

My husband made me paranoid......jerk.

In July when my period STARTED to show up, I went on the ring, so away it went. No period.

Last week, I shoulda had a period, and i skipped it.

So Kevin hears Im sick (and knows that Im having trouble losing weight no matter how hard i try and good i eat---which is what happened when i got preggo w cade) So he mentions maybe your preggo, NOT FUNNY....NOT possible, BUT THEN i think, ok, i really HAVENT had a period since june.

SOOOOO, I go find my extra test from when I got preggo with cade. I pee, and the line comes up, but I cant remember if its supposed to be a plus sign or a line and didn't save the box. SO i go find cadens old test......well they match. PANIC.

But it occurs to me its about 1.5 years old, maybe it was a plus and it faded, so I google, and panic fades, it SHOULD have a plus and doesn't, WHEW

help me....

any suggestions are GREATLY appreciated :-)

http://becomingabetty.blogspot.com/

According to Tim

"Using only song names from ONE ARTIST, cleverly answer these questions. Pass it on to 12 people you like and include me. You can't use the band I used. Try not to repeat a song title. It's a lot harder than you think! Repost as "my life according to (band name)"

Pick your Artist: Tim McGraw (durr)

Are you a male or female: Eyes of a Woman

Describe yourself: Renegade

How do you feel: Seventeen

Describe where you currently live: Where the Green Grass Grows

If you could go anywhere, where would you go: A Place in the sun and That’s why God made Mexico

Your favorite form of transportation: Red Ragtop and Shotgun Rider

Your best friend is: Senorita Margarita

You and your best friends are: Aint No Angels

What's the weather like: She’s my kind of rain

Favorite time of day: Sleep Tonight

If your life was a TV show, what would it be called: Set this Circus Down

What is life to you: Wouldn’t want it any other way

Your relationship: You just get better all the time and Real good Man

Your fear: Forget about us

What is the best advice you have to give: maybe we should just sleep on it

Thought for the Day: Would you like fries with that?

How I would like to die: Smiling and Aint that the way it always ends

My soul's present condition: Ticken’ Away

My motto: You cant take it with you

Chi-Town

What a great time!!!!!

We saw the sites (Via feet and a bus tour)


We had Chicago Dogs by Soldier Field


We ordered some Chicago Style Pizza and stuffed ourselves


We partied like it was 1999


And then we had to say goodbye :-(


Loved Chicago, Love My Girls and can't wait to love on them again!

Izze-isms

Daddy: Izze momma has a friend coming over.
Izze: Oh, well, is she NICE?
Daddy: Of course she is nice.
Izze: Good. (Pause) Is she PRETTY?!?!?!

I don't think it would matter either way to Izze, nice IS pretty in her eyes, but how silly of her to ask such a thing!!!! Deanna must have passed her test because she played with her all evening and even took her to show off her room. They didn't come back for quite some time. Kevin finally went down to break up the party, turns out Izze locked D in her room!!! (The lock is on the outside). She musta really liked her!!!!! Ha ha ha. Poor and patient D! Thats my angel Izze, the one others see.......



Fast forward to today, to OUR Izze. The one she saves for parents and grandparents. Izze is going on much too little sleep, I am tired after returning home from our run and am TRYING to pee in silence.

Izze: (barging into my bathroom) Momma. I'm staying overnight at Nana's.
Mom: NO, Izze you are not.
Izze: YES, momma, I AM!
Mom: No Izze, that is NOT an option.
Izze: (hands on hips, and head swaggering, and most sarcastic voice I've ever heard!!!!) Well what about a tubby momma, is THAT an option???!!!

Oh jeez. I about died. I did let her take her mermaid tubby at Nana's it seemed fair. Though I woulda rather wash her MOUTH with soap.

WE DID IT!!!

Our first 5k!!!!!

Me and D!

YEAH US!!!!

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