Tuesday, May 26, 2015

In Sickness And In Health

We really enjoyed the time with my family. And by "we" I mean me and all the kids.

Because Jim? He got sick.

When we got in bed the night before, he mentioned that his stomach felt queasy, but he thought it was from the medicine I gave him.

Which. Yesterday was our 35th wedding anniversary. THIRTY-FIVE YEARS. I posted a picture on IG, and someone commented, "#oldasmold.

ROO.

Everyone always asks me what the secret to a good and long-lasting marriage. Okay, technically not everyone always asks me. Maybe a few people. A couple. Okay, there was this one girl one time.

Whatever.

There aren't any secrets to a good and long-lasting marriage. It's work, and it's having things in common and things you do that are different. I think the bed-rock of our marriage is our common faith in God. We made a commitment to Him that we would stay together forever, no matter what. We also made a commitment to our children, when we started having them. They didn't get a say as to whether they would be born or not. We made them. We are committed to them.

Also, Jim and I are great friends. The lovin' feelings? They come and go. Or they have for us. Especially when your beloved tells you how you should take a shower (it depends on the seasons of the year) and why you shouldn't light a candle in the summertime.

Also, we laugh...a LOT.

Well, mainly, it's the kids and I laughing at Jim, but whatever, right?

We give and take, help and receive, do things together and stay out of each other's way. It just depends. We are in a pretty good rhythm now, but I don't ever want our marriage to be routine. I still want things to be sweet. :)

But here's the answer I would give if someone asked me the secret to a good and long-lasting marriage today: It's when you give them your medicine when they are feeling bad.

Hypothetically speaking, of course.

I had been feeling yucky for a while, and finally went to the doc-in-a-box this week. She diagnosed me with a sinus infection, WHICH I ALREADY KNEW BECAUSE I AM ALMOST A DOCTOR. And she gave me 4 different kinds of medicine.

Fast forward to this week and Jim has a tooth that is killing him...and we are leaving to go out-of-town...and his dentist is closed on Friday...and Monday is a holiday...and on Tuesday he has an out-of-town, all day meeting. And so, I may or may not have given him my antibiotics.

And, please...don't tell me how bad this could potentially be. I know.

Please don't tell me your wife's sister's cousin's husband's best friend died when he took someone else's medicine.

I know.

Don't do as I may or may not have done.

We don't take a lot of medicine here at our house, but I know you're not supposed to share it. As a rule, I do not, but I didn't want him to be in pain until he could get in to see the dentist. And I'm fairly certain that his dentist will prescribe an antibiotic, because there is obvious infection.

As for me? Well, I'm taking the other 3 medicines the doctor gave me and hoping for the best.

Isn't that the life of a wife and mom? You give up the last piece of cake, the last sip of diet Coke, the last dry towel at the pool. You give up your sweatshirt for the one who said she didn't want to bring one and then got cold. You give up your seat on the couch, your favorite pillow, your last two chicken nuggets. You offer to drive on a long road trip, so that others can sleep. You take the seat in the back, so someone else will be more comfortable. You eat the cold potatoes and the steak that was not cooked right...because you switched your plate with one of your kids' plates. And you're not even mad about it.

It's what we do.

ANYWAY, Jim and I got up and made a big breakfast for everyone. He ate it and then disappeared. I found him later...IN THE BED. And Clark was in the bed with him. Clark had apparently not slept well, and so he crawled in MY bed, back in our room where it was dark and cool. He was sacked out and had no idea that Jim had just yacked up his breakfast and crawled into bed next to him.

Let's just keep that little story to ourselves.

Clark took a long nap and felt much better. Jim slept for 20 hours and felt much better.

But, he missed the anniversary party that my family had for us. He missed Babe's Chicken that my sister, Leanne, ordered for our dinner. He missed the chocolate cake with the raspberry filling that my sister, Robin, made for us. He missed visiting with my brother and our nieces and nephews.

This morning, he was up early...because he was feeling better, and because we were heading home and he likes to get an early start. I heard him in the closet getting dressed. I heard the sound of Velcro, and I knew he was strapping his i-phone to his arm to go run. When I heard him walk out of the bedroom, I started searching The Google for the nearest mental health facility.

Because, seriously? He slept for 20 hours and has had NO FOOD and nothing to drink but Sprite...and he's going to go run? I was mildly irritated, because we are at my sister's house and I'm not THAT familiar with the area and HOW AM I GOING TO EVEN FIND HIM IF HE FALLS OUT SOMEWHERE?

In the end, he told me he just went on a walk. He ate a piece of toast for breakfast, and then we all got in the cars and headed back to Arkansas. He's made it fine the whole way home. And even tho I would've been fine to pick-up Subway and eat at home, he wanted to go out for dinner...and we did. Because did I mention that it was his birthday?

Well, it was!

I'm not saying how old he is, but he's gonna be puttin' the hurt on Kroger from now on. On TUESDAYS.

And now we are at home, watching bad storms come through. I'm thinking that I need to make some room in the closet under the stairs, just in case we get a tornado warning.

"Fathers can give their sons an inheritance of houses and wealth, but only the Lord can give an understanding wife." Proverbs 19:14

Sunday, May 24, 2015

Special O 2015 (continued)

Post continued from yesterday, because I didn't even tell you that Joshua won THREE GOLD MEDALS for his efforts in Powerlifting!

But guess what? HE DID!

He was pretty excited, but as he posted on Facebook, he doesn't want the spotlight.

Yeah, right. 

Actually, here is the copy of his exact Facebook post. It's "more funnier" if you read it how he's punctuated it....pausing for periods and apostrophes and stuff.

I don't want the spot light or the praise. But I will say to you all who has encouraged me the whole way. I only compete for the honor and glory of the only one who has gave me these gifts and talents and abilities of power lifting. I will give up the spot light. Because I don't want it. Because it's not me who get's the credit. It is The Lord himself who get's the spot light. I thank you all. And God bless.

He is so funny.

I also posted some pictures of him on my Facebook and IG (martythemoose).

He had such a big day...he got to see a ton of people he knew. Everyone at the Powerlifting venue bragged on how much weight he lifted...being that he weighed in at a whopping 117.2. 

After he got his medals, we all loaded up and went to lunch. And then Jim and I, Joshua, Clark and Faith...all headed to our home...and Jim's parents headed to theirs. When we got home, we came rushing in and started packing and loading our car as fast as we could. Jim and Joshua grabbed our geriatric, Black Lab, Maggie, jumped in the Burb, and headed down to the Lakehouse. Maggie is spending a few days with the grandparents, because we are heading down to see my sisters and brother in Texas! I am SO EXCITED!

I keep in touch with my family a lot...probably talk to them every other day AT LEAST. But I don't get to SEE them a lot. 

Clark and I finished up loading my vehicle, got gas...and then headed down to meet up with Jim and Joshua. We ended up having to take two cars, because we can't all ride comfortably in one. We got to my sister's house about 10 p.m. Aaron and Holly, Logan and Morgan, arrived about 10 minutes later.

We stayed up way too late and laughed way too much. So very thankful to be here with my family.

"I thank you all. and God bless." (wink!)

"Haven’t I commanded you: be strong and courageous? Do not be afraid or discouraged, for the Lord your God is with you wherever you go.” Joshua 1:9

Saturday, May 23, 2015

Special O 2015

We had the best time at Special O. We got up early and left our house at 6:45. I had gone out earlier and picked up Chick-Fil-A, and we ate it on the way. It was about an 1 hour and 15 minute drive to Searcy, Arkansas.

Joshua's favorite part about the State Special Olympics (and ours, too) (next to winning a medal) is all the friends who come by to say "hi." Since we lived in Searcy for 15 years, my kids all consider it their "home-town."

Searcy is such a great place to have the State Special Olympics, and Harding University is a great host. All of the venues are fairly close, and the ground is flat. That makes a huge difference for athletes who have difficulty walking, or who are in wheelchairs.

Jim's parents met us there. Joshua is always so happy to see them, and we are so thankful for grandparents who want to be here...and who CAN be here.

We also got to see THREE of Joshua's former teachers from Searcy. We saw some friends from our Searcy church. There were a couple of people from Bryant (the last place we lived)...and a couple of Little Rock FRIENDS from Joshua's Therapeutic Recreation program.

Seeing Joshua's former teachers was amazing. These sweet people poured so much of themselves into Joshua. Their support and encouragement in those early years made a huge impact, not just on Joshua, but on Jim and me as well.

One of them got very emotional when he talked about Joshua. He told me what a great kid he was, and how much he enjoyed having him in his class. I told him that, as time goes on, we tend to forget the hard times, and just focus on the good ones. Because when I've gone through Joshua's old school work...there were lots of notes that said, "Joshua disobeyed today." Or, "Joshua ran from me today." Or, "Joshua got in trouble with his regular teacher, and she sent a note for him to give to me...that said he was to miss recess for disciplinary reasons. I never got the note. Upon retracing Joshua's steps, we found notes I had never gotten from weeks/months ago...stuck in various places along the way from her class to mine."

And we lay-uffed and lay-uffed about my mischievous little guy.

This particular teacher said there are things about his time with Joshua he would never forget. He said one day, they were reading a Max Lucado book in their story time, and one of the boys started asking a ton of questions. Joshua said something about Jesus, and the boy said "Who is that?" He had never heard about Jesus. The teacher said that Joshua laid some preachin' on the kid like none other...just laid out the plan of salvation and everything. The teacher said he didn't say a word...didn't intervene or anything...just let the conversation flow. He said it was the perfect example of childlike faith.

But not all of the moments were so sweet and proper. There was a boy in class with Joshua that gave Joshua FITS. "David" and Joshua went 'round and 'round most days. One particular day, the teacher said that Jim was coming to pick up Joshua. The Special Needs class was in a modular building, and had two steps that led up to the door. He said that Jim stood at the bottom and waited for Joshua.

He said this was one of the days when Joshua and "David" had just about gotten the best of him. Constant arguing and fussing. When Jim got there, Joshua grabbed his backpack and then turned to face "David."

The teacher said Joshua yelled at the top of his lungs to "David," "I'LL SEE YOU IN HELL!" And jumped out the door.

The teacher told Jim, "I hope the rest of the parents get here soon, because I need to laugh for a long time."

"Now may the God who gives endurance and encouragement allow you to live in harmony with one another, according to the command of Christ Jesus..." Romans 15:5

Wednesday, May 20, 2015

My Garage Smells Like Death

Just a quiet Wednesday around here. Holly left this morning for class, and we kept her dog for her. I made Lemon Poppy-Seed Muffins for breakfast, and we took it easy this morning. I am feeling some better.

We have to put our geriatric, Black Lab, Maggie Mae, in the garage anytime it storms, because she is terrified of storms. Jim gets all kinds of weather alerts on his phone, like, "lightning detected 10 miles away from your location."

Thank you, but we already know this...because Maggie will be about to lose her mind, whining and scratching at the door.

Before Jim left for work this morning, he had to shovel out a little present Maggie left us in the night. IF she's going to gift us in this way, it is always in the same place: right beside my driver's side door. Right where I need to step to get in my car.

WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY?

Anyway, I brought her in and put her in the back yard, and she stayed there for...ummmm...30 minutes or so. She started whining and scratching at the back door, so I put her back in the garage. Unfortunately for me, she had just eaten a huge breakfast. That, combined with about 3 loud claps of thunder...well, now our garage smells like death.

You put two and two together.

(actually, if you put two and two together, and add two more on top of that, and wind 3 more around in a swirly pattern...)

(I know. Gross)

(AT LEAST YOU DIDN'T HAVE TO SCOOP IT UP)

After lunch, Joshua and I went shopping. I had to get a couple of baby gifts for two girls in choir. While we were at this store, Joshua ended up finding a gift for Aaron. His birthday was over the weekend.

Holly and I went to choir, and it was really fun. We had a little party for the two girls from the alto section who are having babies soon.

And when I got home, I ate my potato.

Jim took the peels from the last time I fixed potatoes, and he planted them out in his garden. Apparently, there were two "eyes" in those peels, because we got two potatoes yesterday! One was really small, and the other one? Well, it was just tiny.

But I ate the small potato for my dinner after choir. And it.was.yummy.

I was really touched that Jim grew it for me...especially since I've written all about how he feels about "white potatoes."

"So then neither the one who plants nor the one who waters is anything, but God who causes the growth." 1 Corinthians 3:7

Tuesday, May 19, 2015

Post Graduation

Today has been a blur. I'm almost caught up on the laundry. All of our company has gone home. Well, except for Holly. Aaron is on a business trip, so she and her dog, Marley, have been staying with us for several days. But she still has 26 more days of nursing school, so she was gone all day...and Marley stayed here.

I have been so draggy the past week or so. I knew I had a lot going on with graduation stuff...and I knew that my allergies were kind of reeking havoc on my body...but on Friday, I had kind of reached a point where I knew I probably needed to go to the doctor. But I pushed through until today, because I am never sick.

I decided to go to an urgent care place this morning. Jim calls it a "doc-in-a-box." Turns out I have a sinus infection, as I predicted...and she sent me home with FOUR DIFFERENT PRESCRIPTIONS, and instructions to "get some rest."

Don't you love the questions they ask you when they are getting your vitals? I was talking to Holly-the-future-nurse about it. I told her the nurse tech asked if I drank caffeine, and I said that I drank 1/2 of a diet Dr. Pepper before I left this morning. She asked if I smoked, and I quoted Joshua when I replied, "why would I?" She asked if I drank alcohol, and I said, "never, but I might drink a bunch of somethin' when I get outta here." She asked if I had taken any medication, and I told her that I took Benadryl last night, but I didn't like to take it very much because my kids said it made me talk out of my head.

She just looked at me and said, "duly noted."

And then I went to the Kroger pharmacy that I told them I used, and even tho she repeated what I said back to me...she apparently called it in to the wrong Kroger, so I had to wait 30 minutes for it to be filled. And it was a Tuesday.

At Kroger.

Can you say CROWDED?

Also, they have this little line that is roped off at the pharmacy counter. There's a sign that tells you to stay back at a certain area FOR PRIVACY REASONS FOR THE CUSTOMER AT THE COUNTER, and this woman was totally up in my grill the ENtire time.

I might have been feeling a little cranky. Or, as the girl in Holly's nursing class says, "crunchy." I was feeling a little crunchy.

Anyway, I got my meds and picked up Chick-Fil-A for lunch for my boys. My father-in-law turned 80 today (I posted a picture on my Facebook and on my IG: martythemoose). Clark and Faith-the-girlfriend decided they wanted to go down to the Lakehouse and celebrate with him, so that's what they did.

We ordered Chinese food, because Holly doesn't get it very often...and we had a good night. Clark and Faith went out to dinner with my in-laws, and were sending us pictures all night. They had picked up a little cake on the way into town, and they sent us pictures of everyone singing Happy Birthday to my father-in-law, and of him blowing out the candles. I am really glad they spent his 80th birthday with him.

I'm hoping for a good night's sleep and new energy for tomorrow!

"It is because of the Lord’s mercy and loving-kindness that we are not consumed, because His [tender] compassions fail not." Lamentations 3:22