Monday, March 31, 2008
Thursday, March 27, 2008
My lifes dreams...
I thought I had my lives dreams worked out. I "am" going back to college this fall for Biology. But then why did I take Greg to Burger King on Tuesday? You see I have always had a desire for more children. (Bob is not on the same page as me here. One of the few things we disagree about.) I can not physically have any more, but that doesn't stop me from wanting them.
So Greg and I went to Burger King on Tuesday so he could play in the play land. While there, these two little girls (ages 7 and 5) where all over him. It was very cute. Their older brother (age 8) was interested in him too, but was rapped up in the slide. I got to talking with their "grandmother" and she told me that these 3 children where in foster care and going up for adoption later this year, along with their younger brother (under a yr. old). Their mother and father hadn't been in to visit with them since the fall, and although the family they are with now really enjoys them they aren't able to adopt all the kids. This set my mind to thinking wouldn't it be great if we could adopt them. Our house is big enough to hold 6 kids. I had always wanted 6 (like I said Bob is happy with two). I know it's not a rational thing to want to take on someone elses family, but frankly I don't care. The reality for these kids is that the youngest boy and MAYBE the girls will be lucky enough to get adopted but for B..., being a boy, and being 8 yrs. old it is unlikely.
Looking on the ODJF state website there are SO MANY children in the state needing a home. What would happen if everyone who was able, took just one child out of the foster care system?
A thought to leave you with today....
In 100 years no one will care about the car you drove, or what your house was like but how you lived your life. What is it you want people to say about you when you kick the bucket? For me I want them to say I was a good and loyal friend, wife and mother. Honestly the rest is just details.
So Greg and I went to Burger King on Tuesday so he could play in the play land. While there, these two little girls (ages 7 and 5) where all over him. It was very cute. Their older brother (age 8) was interested in him too, but was rapped up in the slide. I got to talking with their "grandmother" and she told me that these 3 children where in foster care and going up for adoption later this year, along with their younger brother (under a yr. old). Their mother and father hadn't been in to visit with them since the fall, and although the family they are with now really enjoys them they aren't able to adopt all the kids. This set my mind to thinking wouldn't it be great if we could adopt them. Our house is big enough to hold 6 kids. I had always wanted 6 (like I said Bob is happy with two). I know it's not a rational thing to want to take on someone elses family, but frankly I don't care. The reality for these kids is that the youngest boy and MAYBE the girls will be lucky enough to get adopted but for B..., being a boy, and being 8 yrs. old it is unlikely.
Looking on the ODJF state website there are SO MANY children in the state needing a home. What would happen if everyone who was able, took just one child out of the foster care system?
A thought to leave you with today....
In 100 years no one will care about the car you drove, or what your house was like but how you lived your life. What is it you want people to say about you when you kick the bucket? For me I want them to say I was a good and loyal friend, wife and mother. Honestly the rest is just details.
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
MY HOUSE
My house is not perfect, don't eat off the floor.
My house is not perfect, quiet only between the hours of 9 pm - 7 am. Other than that two young children make a ton of noise.
My house is not perfect, our furniture is old.
My house is not perfect, I'm a busy person, so it may be cluttered at times
My house is my home, it is where I can be me, I can relax, I can realize my dreams.
My house is my sanctuary, it reflects me. I can snuggle up with my sons in the living room, or snuggle up with a good book in the bath.
All in all, I am pretty happy with my house. I wish it was closer to all the stuff I do and people I hang out with but as far as the "place I lay my head". I'm happy with it.
My house is not perfect, quiet only between the hours of 9 pm - 7 am. Other than that two young children make a ton of noise.
My house is not perfect, our furniture is old.
My house is not perfect, I'm a busy person, so it may be cluttered at times
My house is my home, it is where I can be me, I can relax, I can realize my dreams.
My house is my sanctuary, it reflects me. I can snuggle up with my sons in the living room, or snuggle up with a good book in the bath.
All in all, I am pretty happy with my house. I wish it was closer to all the stuff I do and people I hang out with but as far as the "place I lay my head". I'm happy with it.
Friday, March 14, 2008
What to do...
What to do what to do. There are days I just don't know what to do those are the days I pull the covers back up over my head and wonder what I would do without God, my family and my friends. Thankfully those days are few and far between.
Wednesday, March 12, 2008
balme
I blame my recent interst in blogging on Serena. She is the one who introduced me to it. I am warning you all now my spelling is rotten. I have to laugh at it though. I'll be 30 in a few weeks and I can't spell to save my life. Oh well, there are more important things in the world.
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