Jacks…

She beats to her own drum,

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She is so full of life,  Ginger Barber Photography

Loves the camera,

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And I am Blessed beyond ALL measures to be her Nana
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Yes, these have already been on Facebook. So, I am sorry if you have already seen these.
I plan on resurrecting my blog. Or starting a new one, not sure as of yet.

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Jacks is a Year

Well, over a year. Jacks is about 14 months.

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She is around 20lbs, and I forget how tall.

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We finally got to get her photo’s done last week. I am not a pro, but I kinda like how they came out. I am sure a pro would be a lot better.

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Someday, I will get them professionally done, or I will learn to work my camera better.

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If you are on FB, then you have already seen these photo’s.

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I have learned babies are such a blessing.

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This baby is Papa’s sidekick. She can do no wrong.

 

Dumping

So, it is 2:30 in the morning and I am backing up my computer to erase everything on it and start over. It has been running a bit weird lately and so, I think a fresh install will do it some wonders.

While I was doing this, I got to thinking of my life. I realized how much control some stuff that I was in had of my life. Like, I depended on other people to tell me if I am doing ok, or if I am a huge screw up. While it is not their fault. it became more of an issue.

See, I am not a very private person. I have no problems telling you about my life, my entire life. While, some like it, most do not. I am realizing that I was using certain things as a crutch in my life. While friends are great to build you up, some are quick to tear you down. And it became a roller coaster ride. Some days it was up, and some days is was down.

Instead of turning to God for my problems and opening up my bible to see the answers, I was going to places such as Facebook or Twitter.  While advice is good, if it is not met with biblical principal, it is not always “good”.

So, I had to dump. Dumping the things that got in the way of me and my God and me and my family. I started to view my life as some horrid life because we do things a bit different then the norm.  I started to have a more negative view on my children and my husband. Because they did not meet the expectations of what I had in my mind for them. Same with me. I did not meet the expectations of what I had of me. I stayed in my room so I can be involved with online stuff. And while the folks are great, I got too involved online that I did in my home. Again. That is my fault. I am not dumping friends, but I did dump a lot of other things.  So, I dumped.

I turn my chat off on FB now. I still answer messages as they come in, I can choose more to look at it later or then and there. I get a notification on my phone. I spend more time on FB through my phone now. Which is a lot less than I did even a week ago. While I cleaned my home, my home is far from where it needs to be.

I am feeling more confident in what I am doing. I am not looking for approval. If I ask an opinion on FB, it is just that, an opinion.

I am dumping soda, again. It is just so stink’n addictive. So, instead of even having it when we eat out, I am either going to do water or sweet tea. Soda, is just too addictive for me. I start to drink a soda, then I start to eat foods I don’t want to eat. I just do not seem to have that button in my life that I can hit when I have had enough.

I am dumping my sedentary lifestyle. We have been taking more walks as a family.

At least when it is not cold out.

But as a family, we have been walking more. I have some video’s to use when the weather is not hot. I also will have a vehicle here so I can hope over to the church in the center of town and use their workout room and take part in their free classes to get fit.  I want to dump this current version of me. I want a new and improved and healthy me. My kids deserve that, my husband does. And by golly, so do I.

I will also be going back on my BP meds and my Metformin for the PCOS. As of last year, I did not have diabetes. I don’t want it if I don’t have it now. I want to be there for Jacklynn,

And,

I want more children.

Yes, I said it.

Jamie and I would love more babies.

I do.

But, only if God sends them. We will not use any interventions. I am content with my four that I have. So, intervention is not needed.

Now, if God deems us to have more, I will gladly, GLADLY have more precious arrows.

So back to dumping… It takes forever to back up to DVD’s. I need a new external and plan on grabbing one or two here in the next week or so.

I am not dumping this blog, in fact, I am trying to resurrect the thing. I have about 3-6 reviews coming up. I have a lot of cleaning to do on it. It might move to its own domain.
Like I said, I am not dumping this old friend.

 

A Week of Reflection

It has been slightly over a week, not much more since Newtown. The horrific murders of those 20 children and 6 adults.  So much sadness starting out this Season. Twenty children who won’t be opening up presents early Christmas morning. Twenty children who won’t give their mama a kiss and a hug, or their Papa.

Six adults who are being missed this very moment. Six women who may have been a mother, a sister, a daughter, or an aunt. Best friends gone.

I know, like many of you that are reading this, have and will hug your children tighter. I know like many, I am taking more pictures of my children and I together, as well as the entire family together.

26 people gone from this earth, either in Hell or in Heaven. I pray for the latter.

Also this week, I have been thinking of folks in the Armed Services. The men, and women away from their families, children, spouses this Holiday. Spending time away home-cooked meal. Maybe out in some hot desert, or in some cold, and snowy place.
The sacrifices they have made so that I can sit here and type on my computer at 2am when the rest of my family is fast asleep. Sacrifices that I can not even wrap my brain around, as I have never had to do any of that in my life. At least, not like our men and women in the Services.

So, as I sit back reflecting back on this past week, month, and even year, God has been so good to me.
Seriously.
Other than a pinched nerve in my neck, and a slight cough, being over weight, I am really not bad off. I have a home, that is heated. I have lights and a stove to cook on. I have hot water to take a shower in and to wash my dishes. I have lots of clothing in my closet and shoes on my feet. I just heard my precious grand baby, and her mama telling her she loves her. Cody was just talking to who knows who, and Jonah rolled over. Adam just passed gas. Even in his sleep, that boy can pass gas. Right behind me, I hear my husband snoring. I know all is right in my little world when I hear that noise. That is before I poke him and he rolls over.

I don’t know what holds tomorrow for sure, but, I can rest tonight knowing that God is with me and He holds me in the palm of his hard. I know I have a home in heaven. And someday when I die, or Jesus comes back on his white horse and that horn blows, I will get to meet Jesus, and Mary, and Moses. What a day that will be.

As I close this blog post, I of course will show you a photo.

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As Tiny Tim would say, “God Bless us, everyone”

Peace, Love, War, and

Hearts,

Gotta have hearts right?

Born during the left-overs of the Vietnam era. No, it was done by the time I was born, but, you could still see the hippy folks around.

I am not really into the hippy thing, I was more into the big hair bands of the late 80’s and early 90’s.

If I am not careful, you can still hear me sing to the likes of Poison and Motley Crue.

Might even catch me head-bang.

I then remember that is the old self. The one that does not listen to that kind of music anymore.

You will find me listen to a lot more of the blue-grass type of sound, or even the likes of Abigail Miller.

That is what is on my MP3 player these days.

Me and hippy just do not mix,

But cute Peasant Dresses do.

Love that little tag. I cut a small piece off of a roll of vintage embellishments. I kinda thought it was cute.

It also help determine the front from the back.

And the hearts, Don’t forget the hearts.

By itself, it was a bit plain Jane type of dress.

I asked Casey if she thought it needed anything. She said no.

I still thought, it needed something.

I got this machine a few years ago because I wanted the fancy stitches, ya know.

The ones, I never ever use.

Except this one time.

Worth it.

All for the hearts.

Want to check out the tutorial? Head on over to Sew Much Ado blog for it!