A House Filled With Music

that was one of the 50 things to be thankful for posted on my wall by my kids. It's true. Our home has always been filled with music. When the kids were younger, it was sometimes challenging. A radio in someones bedroom, a guitar and amp in another, drums beating away in the garage, and me with my notebook overflowing with music and chords, (cause i could never remember the songs, words and chords), zoning out in the living room plucking away on my guitar. God knew it would be this way, so He gave me the ability to be oblivious to all the noise----- I mean music. I guess that might explain why i hear a song in almost every conversation. Someone asks, "do you know...." before they can finish their sentence, POP in comes a song. "do you know the way to Santa Fe...". It happens all the time. My husband will call, " Barbie, come over here", i hear the song "Come just as you are....". I think I'm just wired for music.
And so, our home has always been filled with music. Music blasting by me when i would clean the house, much more motivating to do a job no one really wants to do. Music blasting in the garage with the many different bands the boys were in. Resist, Undefiled, the Band with no name, LX45, Letter Kills, etc. I no Mike was in a band with his buds, but the name escapes me at the moment. Music blasting from the girls' room. MUSIC.
It inspires me to pick up my guitar again, cut my finger nails and regain the callouses on the tips of my fingers. If I have been able to influence my kids in some small way, I'm glad it was with Music.
I wouldn't have it any other way.

I Forgot One Very Important Detail

One of the gifts I received was just before the birthday party. My youngest son and his new bride all of two months gave my their gift as we were driving to the party. It was a small round container filled with shredded confetti. As i opened it, I saw a painting from a little one, of which i assumed it was from my newest grandson (April's little four year old), I looked at it and thought it was so sweet for him to make his new grandma a t-shirt. My son was looking at me as if to say, "Well?" All of a sudden i realized the t-shirt was pretty small. As i lifted it out of it's neatly placed package, a tiny little "onesee" appeared. I never even read what the shirt said, how could I with tears filling my eyes.

"Happy Birthday Grandma, See You In Nine Months"

Well, I made It!

turning 50 really wasn't bad. I didn't think it would be though, as a number hasn't really been that much of a determining factor for me. 50 turned out to be more fun than I imagined. My kids all (the one's in California that is, not that the other two wouldn't have been a part of it if they could have) worked together to throw a night filled with lots of fun and wonderful fellowship. The food was amazing, along with all the birthday gifts. I had told my daughter to please tell everyone "no gifts, just them", but it missed getting on the invitation. Once i was opening them, i was really glad it didn't make the invite! I think one of my favorite things of the evening was how the house was decorated. You see, apart from the "fifty and still nifty" banner, there was a wall that read "fifty things to be thankful for". All over the living room there were 8x11 sheets of paper (50 of them to be exact) with so many things to be thankful for. A house filled with music, each one of my children's names, the grand kids names, Pastor John's teaching, (that one really got to me, I love my Pastor who has been so faithful to teach just the Word), My Bible, Grace, Peace in trials, .... the list goes on and on. Everything is still on the walls and it's now Tuesday. I want to enjoy it all for awhile. I wish the other two kids and their families could have been here. Then it would have been complete. To Christy, Paul and Justin, I love you all very much, thanks for making my 50th so memorable.

Lactose Intolerant

You would think it just wouldn't be worth it anymore, that after this many years, a person would finally have learned. Most people would, I think. Most people are smarter than that. Most people would know what is coming, and run, run really fast and never look back. Most people are unfortunatly not me. It reminds me of Lots Wife in the Bible, and we all know what happened to her! The call just keeps pulling me back. It tastes so good, smells so good, but the results are anything but good! There I am, left mouning and complaining, and all I have is myself to blame. I want to lash out and blame someone, anyone else but myself. That reminds me of someone else in the Bible who also blamed someone else, "the women You gave me Lord", and we all know what happened to them! So here I sit, agonizing over should I or shouldn't I. Sometimes the choice is in my favor, and sometimes it's not. Who ever came up with the slogan "Milk, it does a body good", never had to deal with the lactose issue to be sure! Maybe one day I will have finally learned, but I doubt that very much!