Camp NaNoWriMo, Sunday Stuff

Jesus Christ: The Lamb and the Lion

Know what’s trending on Twitter today?

#ThingsJesusNeverSaid

It saddens me that people think they know Jesus and what he stood for.  Maybe think is too strong of a word, that people ASSUME they know about Jesus and what he stood for. People with these false misconceptions have never read the Bible, don’t believe the Bible and ridicule people who try and live their lives by the Bible. People who think they know Jesus and all that he stood for only “know” him through what has been spoon fed them.

Let’s take a moment to learn a little bit more about the son of God, shall we?

Again, educate yourself. Step away from the mindless media, you’ll be smarter and happier.

Truly.

Post Fourteen
Sunday Stuff

My Body was No Longer My Own

heat-miester It began at the base of my spine. A slow warmth that snaked up my back, one vertebrae at a time.

I sat up straighter and looked to see if anyone noticed the flush that began seeping into my cheeks, coloring the tips of my ears.

I reached over and turned on my fan – I made a point of never being without one these days.

I sighed and braced myself for another onslaught of internal heat.

Droplets of sweat broke out on my upper lip; I reached up to dab them away.

My body was no longer under my control.

Sunday Stuff

SOC: It’s Been Two Years

New Bike
(This beautiful bike only had 200 miles on it before Kevin’s accident. You can see the damage here).

It’s April 22, 2010 and guess where I am.

Living in the Columbia Hospital in Columbia Missouri.

It’s been two years since Kevin had his motorcycle accident. It’s been two years since Kevin completely shattered his pelvis (a bag o’ glass, the doctors compared it to) and two years later, the person who hit him STILL hasn’t been punished.

Oh sure. She had a slap on the wrist, (community service, fine … blahblahblah), but she hasn’t yet been sentenced for leaving him for dead and driving off with nary a backward glance.

I was angry. I was FURIOUS when it first happened. I honestly think I could have killed this woman who hit my husband and fractured my family. What sort of person hits another human being and doesn’t even stop?? What sort of person hits another human being, head on, and acts like she hit a squirrel and oh well, life happens.

An amoral person, if you ask me.

I have since forgiven her. Yes. I still want her to be punished. Because people need to learn there are consequences for their poor choices, and I sincerely hope they take her license away from her, at least for a while, because I worry she will hurt someone else (this woman has several DUI’s and other traffic violations – she’s clearly a menace) …

But I have forgiven her. I’ve had to. Because life is too short to harbor bitterness and hatred in my heart. Because I will not allow her, or Satan, to hang this incident over my head.

Because despite the severity of the incident, we conquered it and moved on.

Kevin is fine today. He will always have physical scars and he has worked through the emotional trauma of that beautiful April morning in 2010 … we shall live our lives to fullest because life is too precious not to.

*ding* Time’s up.

#SOCsunday
This was my 5 minute Stream of Consciousness Sunday post. It’s five minutes of your time and a brain dump. Want to try it?

Sunday Stuff, Twitter Messages

SOC: Nerves of Steel

http://twitter.com/#!/writefromkaren/status/102820484793643008

This is the second time I’ve taught someone how to drive. The first time was my first son, this second time is my second son.

I’m way more nervous with my second son.

Dude, my first born, was, is, a cautious driver. He takes his time. He pays attention to what’s happening around him. He’s probably too cautious, which is a problem by itself, but Jazz, my second son, is reckless, impatient, slams on the breaks, followed by the accelerator and is not detail oriented. In other words, he doesn’t pay attention to the small stuff, or the big stuff, like that cherry red dual-wheel monster truck coming right at us.

One of Jazz’s friends called him up today. He wanted him to come over and hang out for a few hours. Even though I was thrilled that he wanted to get out of the house and hang with an actual human (as opposed to the virtual humans in his computer), it meant that I had to drive him over there.

Or more accurately, that he had to drive himself over there with me hanging on for dear life.

It’s not that he’s a BAD driver, per se, he’s just a NEW driver.

He backed out of the driveway for the first time today. Reverse is always the most challenging; it’s also the most nerve wracking. The car feels different in reverse, it handles different in reverse and it’s much harder to anticipate what could go wrong in reverse.

The biggest lesson I taught Jazz today was that it’s not always necessary to press on the accelerator. There are times that a nice, SLOW, simple coast is all the car requires in order for it to do what you want it to do.

He had a lot more control after I taught him that lesson.

Today was the first time we drove on busier streets. He did fine, though he still has a problem gauging how close to get to a stop sign, or a stop light before coming to a full stop. Often times, we’ve missed our mark.

Still though, I’m a much better teacher than Kevin – I’ve mastered the fine art of hiding my terror.

*ding* Time’s up.

#SOCsunday

This was my 5 minute Stream of Consciousness Sunday post. It’s five minutes of your time and a brain dump. Want to try it?

Sunday Stuff

SOC: Saving Baby Clothes

Looking at today’s Silent Sunday picture, I’m left wondering … have I saved any of the boy’s baby clothes? I know, at one time, I did, or at least, I thought I did (or I intended to), but if I did, I have no idea where they might be.

Kevin organizes me. And when he organizes me, I can’t find anything. Ever. In fact, a lot of times he can’t remember where he put stuff so I’m left scratching my head until I finally give up and resign myself to the fact that it probably got thrown away.

Kevin also organizes the boys. Which really makes the boys angry because then they can’t find anything. But to be fair, Kevin gives them plenty of notice and if he DIDN’T organize them (us), there’s no telling what our house would look like.

I’ll be honest, I’m not the most organized person out there. Though I put stuff away, it’s not really out of sight but rather, put aside, so that I know where stuff is, but to look at my “organization” the normal Joe/Jane would be like, “Good grief, doesn’t this woman EVER clean house?”

There’s a method to my organized chaos, thank you very much.

I hope I saved SOMETHING from their baby years. I know my mom is really good about saving stuff and I roll my eyes at all of her “junk”, but honestly? I envy her the foresight. I get sick of seeing things after a while and I have a tendency to just toss it out than look at it for another day.

I’m going to be really sad if my boys ask me if I kept anything from their baby years and I’m going to have to force myself to look into their brown/blue eyes and admit that no, I didn’t.

Just chock it up to one more mom fail.

Tell me readers, have you saved any clothes/items from your children’s baby years?

Please tell me I’m not the only one who hasn’t. 😦

*ding* Time’s up.

#SOCsunday

This was my 5 minute Stream of Consciousness Sunday post. It’s five minutes of your time and a brain dump. Want to try it?