Today was almost a " feel sorry for me day". I was having that oh poor pitiful me moment ... when I was thinking about how unfair life seemed. No job.... ( even though I have realized that was such a God thing) .,.. no unemployment...no money... etc.. etc....
Today was my step-sons birthday. My hubby gets to see him for 4 hours on his birthday. When my hubby told me that we would only be allowed to get his son for the 4 hours visit and not his daughter ( because the papers say that" ... I guess that they do say that - but, it is a mater of interpretation - Do I think that it's fair? No ... so it was an additional moment of Poor Pitiful me...but, we made the best of it and took him to Athfest and to the gamestop and Sonic. I wished that we had lots more to spend on him but... I was trying to snap out of the poor pitiful me moment.
But, folks I had a serious REALITY check- Sometimes it's like God just picks me up and shakes me and says ..." my child what in the world are you thinking? " Then it dawns on me that life could be so much worse.
On the way home from Athfest.... I received a text message from a close friend that said "call me 911". I immediately began dialing her phone over and over and got no answer. So we continued the drive back to our little home in Hull, Ga.
As we neared the intersection of Ingles at HWY 29N... I hear my husband say " oh no honey... it looks like they are life flighting someone".... my ears began to ring and panic immediately set in as a million thoughts about the friend who just text me ran through my head... and her children - tears welled up as I ran through a list of horrible things that could have happened in my mind.
We turned into the Ingles parking lot where a helicopter, an ambulance , firetrucks and 1/2 of Madison County sat. My husband pointed across the parking lot to where the ambulance sat and there was the mini-van of the friend who I received the text from. I felt myself trying to open the car door and get out before we even got to where she was. I got out of the car ... numb- Afraid to even ask what was going on... fear of what the answer might be.
I got out and saw a mutual friend standing there... and learned that it was her daughter who would not wake up and was " cold". The paramedics were placing a breathing tube in.My heart sank for this sweet little girl who I knew may not make it back home.
Suddenly , unemployment, job, money ... everything in my little selfish world became so unimportant. The important things in life were in plain view. I am blessed to have 4 amazing children and a husband to wake up to everyday and most of all I am honored to server a God who is still on the throne!
PS: By the way the little girl is stable and still in the ICU at Childrens health care of ATL
Sunday, June 26, 2011
Thursday, June 23, 2011
Weight & the horrible 5 K accident
Sometimes... I feel like the weight of the world is on my shoulders- well, actually if you take a close look at me... the weight is really in my belly ! Yep, you got it... I have bird legs a pancake bootie and really nothing to speak of except this belly. I am asked often if I am expecting a baby and, now I just 'shrug my shoulder and say nope... just fat"... people seem shocked but, seriously you NEVER EVER ask that question unless you are 100% sure folks... My friend Jennifer always tells me how horrible it is to have a big butt... I keep telling her over and over again that I have never known a man to walk into a room full of women and point to anyone shaped like me and say " well check out the fine chick with the pot belly!"... however... I have known a few men in my day to be quite happy to talk about the chick over there with the BOOTY!!...
Struggling with weight has always been an issue- I am on and off diets and up and down with excersise. It is a very difficult and uphill battle. I would like to give a shout out to my good friend Dixie Perkins.. she above all the folks I know excersises all the time and enjoys herself while doing it - She is always a source of encouragement for me in motivational talks about picking up the excersise torch and running with it again.
She convinced me that I could run a 5K, which i dreadfully and miserably finished hating every moment but, it was a milestone and one I'm quite proud of. She however failed to tell me what to do if I felt the need to have explosive diarrhea in the middle of the race ( which happened to be in a rural neighborhood with no bathroom in site) . So , in the middle of the race... I fly up into a lot where a house had ye to be built and squatted behind some overgrown grass and in less than 30 secs ... the pain was over... and yep you guessed it no toilet paper. I finished the race found the toilet paper and was greeted by a quite large cheering section of my children , friend and family on the day I ran a 5K.
Word to the wise: On the morning of your first 5K, if your tummy rumbles with nervousness..... that little pocket that is built into your nike running shorts... is just the right size for a travel pack of pepto.
Struggling with weight has always been an issue- I am on and off diets and up and down with excersise. It is a very difficult and uphill battle. I would like to give a shout out to my good friend Dixie Perkins.. she above all the folks I know excersises all the time and enjoys herself while doing it - She is always a source of encouragement for me in motivational talks about picking up the excersise torch and running with it again.
She convinced me that I could run a 5K, which i dreadfully and miserably finished hating every moment but, it was a milestone and one I'm quite proud of. She however failed to tell me what to do if I felt the need to have explosive diarrhea in the middle of the race ( which happened to be in a rural neighborhood with no bathroom in site) . So , in the middle of the race... I fly up into a lot where a house had ye to be built and squatted behind some overgrown grass and in less than 30 secs ... the pain was over... and yep you guessed it no toilet paper. I finished the race found the toilet paper and was greeted by a quite large cheering section of my children , friend and family on the day I ran a 5K.
Word to the wise: On the morning of your first 5K, if your tummy rumbles with nervousness..... that little pocket that is built into your nike running shorts... is just the right size for a travel pack of pepto.
Wednesday, June 22, 2011
ADD girl
Wow! So here I am ..... beginning my blog. I really don't even know where to start - because in the life of an ADD girl. Your mind goes in 1,000 different directions...can't sit still - even in Church. Your moving and thinking and wiggling pondering and questioning???
God, do you really want me to start this business? If so ... can you send me a sign??? something , anything?? Or, I know God - How about an amazing location with dirt cheap rent? that would be a great one.
Should I look for work? Or step out of faith and trust that God's amazing plan will happen in his time and not mine. Well my goodness, lord if you wanted me to be patient ... then I should have been Job and not myself.
Moving on to a new topic .. I miss my 14 year old son, Parker. He moved in with his dad last in Oct 2010. It was a long string of difficult emotional issues... I am partly to blame but, I sure do miss him - till he's here for 5 min and then I am ready for him to go.
Here I am enjoying my summer with my youngest child logan, age 6..... after losing a job I had for 7 years that I thought I loved and was "called" to do... but, in after much reflection... I think that I should have been singing that old Johnny paycheck song to them about 5 years ago.
I guess sometimes God has a way of working things out ... even when we think it's all wrong ... it happens to be all right - guess you can't put a dollar sign on peace of mind no can ya?
For those of you who truly know me... the above random stream of thoughts is no surprise. If you dont know me ... then I hope this doesn't frighten you to much.
ME love you long time !
Melissa Minish- Beach.com
God, do you really want me to start this business? If so ... can you send me a sign??? something , anything?? Or, I know God - How about an amazing location with dirt cheap rent? that would be a great one.
Should I look for work? Or step out of faith and trust that God's amazing plan will happen in his time and not mine. Well my goodness, lord if you wanted me to be patient ... then I should have been Job and not myself.
Moving on to a new topic .. I miss my 14 year old son, Parker. He moved in with his dad last in Oct 2010. It was a long string of difficult emotional issues... I am partly to blame but, I sure do miss him - till he's here for 5 min and then I am ready for him to go.
Here I am enjoying my summer with my youngest child logan, age 6..... after losing a job I had for 7 years that I thought I loved and was "called" to do... but, in after much reflection... I think that I should have been singing that old Johnny paycheck song to them about 5 years ago.
I guess sometimes God has a way of working things out ... even when we think it's all wrong ... it happens to be all right - guess you can't put a dollar sign on peace of mind no can ya?
For those of you who truly know me... the above random stream of thoughts is no surprise. If you dont know me ... then I hope this doesn't frighten you to much.
ME love you long time !
Melissa Minish- Beach.com
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