T-Rex has gotten an entry level position with Walmart bringing the carts in from the parking lot.
The store is so big that they have 2 people on every shift that have to bring the carts into the corral so shoppers have them to grab before they walk into the store.
Carts are not a renewable resource!
Who knew?!?!
I have taken it for granted all these years, never given it another thought at all, on how shopping carts got back to the store for me to grab when I needed to shop.
So I didn't think about who it would impact when I chose not to put it back in the corral and just leave it in the parking lot.
I didn't think about who had to go out in the rain, sleet, snow, and cold to bring carts inside so it would be dry for my merchandise. I just knew to be annoyed when it wasn't there, or when it wasn't dry.
I now have appreciation for the people who do that.
It is my son.
I apologize for my rudeness for all these years of not even trying to think about how the carts got back in the store. What, were there some cart elves that magically brought them back in???
I apologize for every rude and frustrated thought I had about how wet, or cold, my cart was after you worked so hard to bring it in.
I promise to ALWAYS put my cart away from this point forward and when you pass me with a row of carts going back into the store, you will get a smile and thank you.
a good mother would!
Thursday, March 20, 2014
Wednesday, March 12, 2014
Missing
Right Hand Man is gone on spring break this week.
I miss him. Beloved Spouse does as well. He said, "I was thinking about him today. I miss him. This is what it will be like when he goes for real".
We've had him around for 22 years and I'm still not ready for him to leave. I hope he goes right from our house to the house he shares with his wife. He's got a pretty sweet gig here, so I don't think he is any hurry to leave.
My fear now is that they will all start leaving at the same time. The daughter graduates next year, the next boy 3years after that. Then Wickers follows him out 3years later. 3 kids in 6 years. It seems like a long time on paper, but in time, not so much.
But it certainly isn't tomorrow, so I should stop thinking about it, and live in the moment of today.
I'll start by getting ready for the return of the first born and be grateful he still wants to come home!
A good mother would!
I miss him. Beloved Spouse does as well. He said, "I was thinking about him today. I miss him. This is what it will be like when he goes for real".
We've had him around for 22 years and I'm still not ready for him to leave. I hope he goes right from our house to the house he shares with his wife. He's got a pretty sweet gig here, so I don't think he is any hurry to leave.
My fear now is that they will all start leaving at the same time. The daughter graduates next year, the next boy 3years after that. Then Wickers follows him out 3years later. 3 kids in 6 years. It seems like a long time on paper, but in time, not so much.
But it certainly isn't tomorrow, so I should stop thinking about it, and live in the moment of today.
I'll start by getting ready for the return of the first born and be grateful he still wants to come home!
A good mother would!
Friday, March 7, 2014
no discipline.
So....here we are. 3 days into Lent.
Such high expectations! Such plans!
UUUGGGGHHH!
What was I thinking? And seriously, why is it painful to give up my car radio, when there are thousands of people in the world that don't have clean water, food and shelter. And I'm all like, I want my radio!
W.O.W. Perspective much???
I also gave up facebook. So now instead of scrolling news feed, I'm trying to find other things to fill that void on the computer.
Here is the purpose of Lent: to fill that void with the LORD. I know that. And yet I am still seeking that "other" stuff. I even know that I'm doing it, and I can't stop.
I am thankful for Lent to have a time of encouragement, when the whole Church as a community moves towards being better servants of the Lord. I know that I'm not alone and am encouraged by other's examples.
I guess I can cut myself some slack since I know that it is just 3 days. A marathon, not a sprint!
Redouble my efforts and be grateful that I can try again!
a good mother would.....
Such high expectations! Such plans!
UUUGGGGHHH!
What was I thinking? And seriously, why is it painful to give up my car radio, when there are thousands of people in the world that don't have clean water, food and shelter. And I'm all like, I want my radio!
W.O.W. Perspective much???
I also gave up facebook. So now instead of scrolling news feed, I'm trying to find other things to fill that void on the computer.
Here is the purpose of Lent: to fill that void with the LORD. I know that. And yet I am still seeking that "other" stuff. I even know that I'm doing it, and I can't stop.
I am thankful for Lent to have a time of encouragement, when the whole Church as a community moves towards being better servants of the Lord. I know that I'm not alone and am encouraged by other's examples.
I guess I can cut myself some slack since I know that it is just 3 days. A marathon, not a sprint!
Redouble my efforts and be grateful that I can try again!
a good mother would.....
Wednesday, February 5, 2014
what was lost...
I am a revert from a long line of strong Catholic families on both sides of the family.
I LOVE the heritage of the faith from these people. And they couldn't be more different.
My mother is 1st generation American from French and German immigrant farmers. She was raised on the land, 11 of 12 children. Only her youngest brother ended up with a college degree and I have 65 first cousins. Her father died when I was 8 and her mother died when I was a sophomore in college. A few years after my grandfather died we moved my grandmother into a house down the block from my childhood home. We took her to the store every week, mowed her lawn and she attended mass with us. My brothers and I simply adored this farmer's wife who made home made bread, embroidered pillow cases, by hand, and made the best cherry pie EVER! She had a simple faith of a simple woman. I think she had one rosary, a bible and maybe a prayer book. I can't remember. But I know that her faith walked with her every day of her life.
My paternal grandfather committed suicide a few weeks before I was born. My grandmother remarried and my step grandfather is the only one I remember. He was a free mason and mocked all things Catholic, but my grandmother kept her faith. They were married for 35 years and she went to mass every Saturday night, but she would never take communion. Even though she was free to be remarried, I don't know if he was. He had been married before as well, but not being religious, I don't know if it had been a church wedding, so he could have been free to as well. But he wouldn't play nice with Church rules and my grandmother adored him more than Jesus. So she did what she could do to still be considered Catholic and she had a strong devotion to the Blessed Mother. She would baby sit us when we were little, and she would make baloney sandwiches, rice crispy treats and spaghettios. She cheated at cards and my brothers and I adored her. She was 2 of 5, born and raised in the city. She was a professional accountant and did the books for a local grocery store in a time when women didn't typically hold such positions. My father is an only child, so I have NO first cousins on his side! She was a treasure trove of Catholic heritage. I have tons of old books, bibles, rosaries, medals, prayer cards...the list could go on and on.
When I first came back to the Church and found the Latin Mass, I threw myself into the mystery of those treasures. And with everything that I investigated from her, I learned things about my faith that I had never been taught before. I felt connected to all the people who walked the walk of faith long before me and I was tethered to the Saints and Martyrs from those prayer cards. I grew by leaps and bounds in my faith and I wanted what they had had access to. I thought the Catholic church was timeless, the truths endless and the Church Triumphant was connected to the Church Militant, and Church Suffering.
We committed to the Novus Ordo mass. Enrolled the children in Catholic school and did what countless other Catholic families across the nation have done. And I am no longer tethered to the ancient Church. The things that captured countless Catholic families and kept them in the faith for countless generations, no longer seem to work. My children are no stronger in the faith than I was before my revert, as countless of their peers follow with them. Surrounding them with Catholic culture isn't transmitting the Catholic faith to them like it used to in the past.
This heritage has been lost while I was watching. And I don't know why. My friends tell me a new approach is needed. That change needs to come. Our Pope is freaking me out of my comfort zone, leaving me reeling a good deal of the time. But if we haven't mastered the heritage and respect the traditions then how do we know what to change too? What more will be lost as we move further and further from our heritage?
I am no longer moored, tethered. I am scattered in the wind. I feel my children and my Church are as well. Where are the lamp posts to light our way? It used to be in our culture, all the Catholics could be found reveling in the Catholic Culture and it is all gone.
I am tired. I am sad. I have lost a treasure. And so have my children.
I guess we will rebuild. It won't be the same. It has to be different. But it can still be good, very good.
I believe that with all my heart and soul.....
a good mother would!
I LOVE the heritage of the faith from these people. And they couldn't be more different.
My mother is 1st generation American from French and German immigrant farmers. She was raised on the land, 11 of 12 children. Only her youngest brother ended up with a college degree and I have 65 first cousins. Her father died when I was 8 and her mother died when I was a sophomore in college. A few years after my grandfather died we moved my grandmother into a house down the block from my childhood home. We took her to the store every week, mowed her lawn and she attended mass with us. My brothers and I simply adored this farmer's wife who made home made bread, embroidered pillow cases, by hand, and made the best cherry pie EVER! She had a simple faith of a simple woman. I think she had one rosary, a bible and maybe a prayer book. I can't remember. But I know that her faith walked with her every day of her life.
My paternal grandfather committed suicide a few weeks before I was born. My grandmother remarried and my step grandfather is the only one I remember. He was a free mason and mocked all things Catholic, but my grandmother kept her faith. They were married for 35 years and she went to mass every Saturday night, but she would never take communion. Even though she was free to be remarried, I don't know if he was. He had been married before as well, but not being religious, I don't know if it had been a church wedding, so he could have been free to as well. But he wouldn't play nice with Church rules and my grandmother adored him more than Jesus. So she did what she could do to still be considered Catholic and she had a strong devotion to the Blessed Mother. She would baby sit us when we were little, and she would make baloney sandwiches, rice crispy treats and spaghettios. She cheated at cards and my brothers and I adored her. She was 2 of 5, born and raised in the city. She was a professional accountant and did the books for a local grocery store in a time when women didn't typically hold such positions. My father is an only child, so I have NO first cousins on his side! She was a treasure trove of Catholic heritage. I have tons of old books, bibles, rosaries, medals, prayer cards...the list could go on and on.
When I first came back to the Church and found the Latin Mass, I threw myself into the mystery of those treasures. And with everything that I investigated from her, I learned things about my faith that I had never been taught before. I felt connected to all the people who walked the walk of faith long before me and I was tethered to the Saints and Martyrs from those prayer cards. I grew by leaps and bounds in my faith and I wanted what they had had access to. I thought the Catholic church was timeless, the truths endless and the Church Triumphant was connected to the Church Militant, and Church Suffering.
We committed to the Novus Ordo mass. Enrolled the children in Catholic school and did what countless other Catholic families across the nation have done. And I am no longer tethered to the ancient Church. The things that captured countless Catholic families and kept them in the faith for countless generations, no longer seem to work. My children are no stronger in the faith than I was before my revert, as countless of their peers follow with them. Surrounding them with Catholic culture isn't transmitting the Catholic faith to them like it used to in the past.
This heritage has been lost while I was watching. And I don't know why. My friends tell me a new approach is needed. That change needs to come. Our Pope is freaking me out of my comfort zone, leaving me reeling a good deal of the time. But if we haven't mastered the heritage and respect the traditions then how do we know what to change too? What more will be lost as we move further and further from our heritage?
I am no longer moored, tethered. I am scattered in the wind. I feel my children and my Church are as well. Where are the lamp posts to light our way? It used to be in our culture, all the Catholics could be found reveling in the Catholic Culture and it is all gone.
I am tired. I am sad. I have lost a treasure. And so have my children.
I guess we will rebuild. It won't be the same. It has to be different. But it can still be good, very good.
I believe that with all my heart and soul.....
a good mother would!
Monday, February 3, 2014
Lost day
The Beloved Spouse and I have the flu.
It has been a lost day. Just trips to the bathroom and sleeping. I am so very grateful that I no longer have itty bitties around to make demands on me during the depths of illness. I am also very glad that I was able to get everyone delivered to their schools without an accident in the van!
No chores. No work. No errands. No after school events.
Just sleep and basking in the quiet of my empty home. Number 1 even purchased dinner so I didn't even have to cook, or quilt trip someone else into it!
It may have been a lost day, but it was most definitely a blessed one!
I hope I feel better tomorrow though,
A good mother would!
It has been a lost day. Just trips to the bathroom and sleeping. I am so very grateful that I no longer have itty bitties around to make demands on me during the depths of illness. I am also very glad that I was able to get everyone delivered to their schools without an accident in the van!
No chores. No work. No errands. No after school events.
Just sleep and basking in the quiet of my empty home. Number 1 even purchased dinner so I didn't even have to cook, or quilt trip someone else into it!
It may have been a lost day, but it was most definitely a blessed one!
I hope I feel better tomorrow though,
A good mother would!
Friday, January 17, 2014
devastation
There is a devout and traditional priest in our diocese that has been in about every part of the diocese that you can imagine.
He has a huge following and is very well loved by many, many, people.
He is a child molester.
The chaos this is causing is just tremendous. Our bishop is a very good man and the accusations that are being hurled against him and the accuser are shocking. Just because you can't believe it, doesn't mean it isn't true.
Now, I know this man as well and I will admit that when I found out, I too, refused to believe it. But when the diocese review board comes forward and says this is credible and removes him from ministry, do you not stop and pause? Ask yourself the question, "what if it is true"?
It is impossible to wrap your mind around such diametrically opposed images. Holy men aren't supposed to be child molesters. So it can't be true!
If it were some smarmy, sleazy, carousing, not pious, priest, then it would be totally believable. But saintly, pious, and devout? No. way.
As this story unfolds, the devastation for the followers of this man will be awful. They will feel foolish for defending this man and for having been deceived by him for so many years. And every other devote priest will be questioned, discounted, and held with suspicion.
I went from denial, to disbelief, to now being totally pissed off. How could this have happened???? How can a priest who looks so good on the outside be so capable of such a heinous thing????
But I remember that one of Jesus' own betrayed Him. A man who walked, ate, and slept, with God and still betrayed Him. So we can't think a priest can betray us? Not so much!
I know that God will turn this to His greater glory, and I hope it doesn't take too soon.
Our recourse is prayer...and that is what I'm doing.
a good mother would.....
He has a huge following and is very well loved by many, many, people.
He is a child molester.
The chaos this is causing is just tremendous. Our bishop is a very good man and the accusations that are being hurled against him and the accuser are shocking. Just because you can't believe it, doesn't mean it isn't true.
Now, I know this man as well and I will admit that when I found out, I too, refused to believe it. But when the diocese review board comes forward and says this is credible and removes him from ministry, do you not stop and pause? Ask yourself the question, "what if it is true"?
It is impossible to wrap your mind around such diametrically opposed images. Holy men aren't supposed to be child molesters. So it can't be true!
If it were some smarmy, sleazy, carousing, not pious, priest, then it would be totally believable. But saintly, pious, and devout? No. way.
As this story unfolds, the devastation for the followers of this man will be awful. They will feel foolish for defending this man and for having been deceived by him for so many years. And every other devote priest will be questioned, discounted, and held with suspicion.
I went from denial, to disbelief, to now being totally pissed off. How could this have happened???? How can a priest who looks so good on the outside be so capable of such a heinous thing????
But I remember that one of Jesus' own betrayed Him. A man who walked, ate, and slept, with God and still betrayed Him. So we can't think a priest can betray us? Not so much!
I know that God will turn this to His greater glory, and I hope it doesn't take too soon.
Our recourse is prayer...and that is what I'm doing.
a good mother would.....
Thursday, January 9, 2014
Growing up
The weather here has been.....wintery.
We have positively LOVED it. On Monday our city shut down and the whole family was forced to stay home. I. Did. Not. Get. Dressed. I did not clean one thing in this house. I baked. I watched TV. I hung out with my husband. All the while my children were doing their own thing.
It. Was. Glorious!!!
They have been home all week.
Last night, the "School is canceled, again" conversation went like this;
"Wickers, your school is closed, again. How does 3 weeks of Christmas vacation feel?"
"It feels like what it must be like to be in college. I feel grown up".
The fact that he knows that, at 12, does make him a little more grown up than I like. In 6 short years he will, in deed, be home for Christmas break for 3 weeks.
All grown up. Too soon.
Thanks wintery weather, I'm going to hang on to this break as long as I can!
A good mother would!
We have positively LOVED it. On Monday our city shut down and the whole family was forced to stay home. I. Did. Not. Get. Dressed. I did not clean one thing in this house. I baked. I watched TV. I hung out with my husband. All the while my children were doing their own thing.
It. Was. Glorious!!!
They have been home all week.
Last night, the "School is canceled, again" conversation went like this;
"Wickers, your school is closed, again. How does 3 weeks of Christmas vacation feel?"
"It feels like what it must be like to be in college. I feel grown up".
The fact that he knows that, at 12, does make him a little more grown up than I like. In 6 short years he will, in deed, be home for Christmas break for 3 weeks.
All grown up. Too soon.
Thanks wintery weather, I'm going to hang on to this break as long as I can!
A good mother would!
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