Saturday, December 11, 2010

It's been a while

Sometimes life gets so mundane, or so busy, or such a combination of both, that my blogs get neglected.  Well, it's been both lately.  I'm lucky to check my email to see if I have any Etsy orders, much less think enough to write a blog entry.

I'm finally making some progress with Weight Watchers.  The new program is pretty cool.  I like that fruits and veggies are zero points now.  That makes things so much easier, and really encourages me to eat more of them.  For some reason, I'm not too hot on veggies right now, but I'm eating a large Granny Smith apple almost every day.  I got a bag of oranges at Yuck Mart two days ago and, upon opening them today to get one out, discovered that almost half of them are moldy.  Can you say gross?????  Tomorrow that bag goes back to Yuck Mart and I won't be buying any more oranges in bags from them.  I do get the cuties in bags, but they are small enough to see well.  Ick.  I'm still shuddering to think of the grossness of moldy soft oranges.  Ewwww.

Norbie and I got our Christmas presents on Wednesday.  We've never spent a lot on each other.  I think the last time we spent more than $50 each was when we bought our wedding rings.  Now I've bought things for him that cost more and he's done the same, but not at the same time.
Enough chatter.  Here is my present..........................................

It's on my lower outer right calf.  In case anyone thinks I'm crazy, well.....let me tell you, this baby hurt.  The other two I got didn't hurt this much combined.  Some people get pain with legs and some with arms.  My upper arm tattoo didn't hurt much at all.  This was intense.
To explain the meaning behind it....1) Well, the cross is pretty obvious.  That's all about Jesus and what He did for me when He chose to come here to Earth and take my sins on himself so that I could have a personal relationship with the triune God.  It is the most significant thing in my life that I became His child and that I have had the privilege of walking with Him for the last 36 years.  I honestly don't know how I would have made it without Him there next to me.  He's carried me more than I've walked, despite the fact that I forget it on a pretty regular basis.  2) The meaning I see behind the Celtic aspect is fascinating to me.  Celtic knots and designs signify, to me, the love of God.  There is no beginning and no ending to a Celtic design.  There is no start and no stop.  It just keeps going and going and going.  This is just like my Heavenly Father's love, mercy, and goodness toward each and every one of His children.  3) The flowers are morning glories.  I know they don't exactly look perfect but that's cool 'cause I'm not perfect either.  Besides, I was in awe-inspiring pain and I don't know if Omar could have done them correctly even if he was familiar to the flower.  As it is, they came out fine. brother Ken died in January of 2005.  He had a massive heart attack while waiting for a bus in Charlotte, North Carolina.  It's a long sad story....but, to get to the point, his favorite flower in all the world was the morning glory.  The flowers themselves are a tribute to my brother.  The purple color is my favorite.  There are three flowers, one for each of my grown children.  They are at the foot of the Cross, where I placed them a long time ago.  That's not to say I don't think sometimes I know what's best for them or try to tell God how to take care of them, but they are in His arms and His care, not mine.  I have done the best I could to raise them, and what I taught them is there, inside, whether they utilize it or not.  I believe the Scripture that says, "Raise up your children in the way they should go, and when they are old they won't depart from it." Proverbs 22:6 (paraphrase mine)

So, there is the meaning behind my tattoo.  Here is my hubby's.

The meaning behind his is simple, kinda....he has felt many times in his life like he didn't belong here; that he would fit better in an earlier time where honor and integrity and loyalty were character qualities to strive for and that a person with those qualities would be recognized for them.  It seems so many times these days that selfishness is the word of the day, and that so many people live their lives by that motto....and he just feels like he's part of a dying breed. There is no easier way for him to express that feeling than with a dinosaur.

I've been sewing like crazy lately.  I've made boxer briefs for my twin grandsons, who had outgrown all of theirs; I made them new shirts, and made new winter pajamas for Patrick for when he comes to visit Oma & Opa; I made Abby 3 new scrub tops for her new temporary and hopefully permanent job as hairdresser at a nursing home about 20 minutes from where she lives; I made my son's girlfriend some new unmentionables; made Anna-Belle a pair of winter jammies; made Patrick a quillow for his birthday; oh, and a bunch of other things.  Right now I'm working on robes for the Missouri grandkids for Christmas presents.  I really don't know what to get for my Florida grandkids.  I've emailed Tobie and haven't heard back.  I guess I'll call in the morning and see if I can catch him and see how he's doing.  I'd like to ask him and Alexzandria what they'd like - whether they still want me to make them things or not.  It's hard to know.  It's hard to keep in touch with them lately.

My head has been doing flip flops lately.  I don't know if it's the weather or what, but the pain is more than normal and it doesn't want to behave.  I've been taking a lot more Vicodin than I like but the doc is kinda hesitant to increase the Methadone again so I guess we have to reach middle ground somewhere, eh?  Moderate pain control is a whole lot better than none at all. cursor has been doing all kinds of whacky things here.  It doesn't move down a line when I hit the "enter" key and I have to move it myself.  Is this a Blogger glitch, or maybe a Foxfire issue?  Maybe I'll contact the powers that be and see what they have to say.

God bless and keep you all, and watch over you and the ones you love.

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