Wednesday, July 29, 2009

Never a dull moment ...

Today has been a good day here at the Yoder house. The girls and I went to Panama City and saw a movie (the cheap one). Then we did some school shopping at Pier Park and Target.

Now, as I was shopping I was thinking, "I should blog about this." You see, I hate shopping. Actually, abhor would be a better word.

I shop only when it's necessary, and only when I know exactly what I need and where I'm going to get it.

Today, I took my three daughters with me. Good gracious, one would show me something, and the other two automatically came with something they wanted. Next time I go shopping, I take reinforcements.

But, I did have a good time with them. At the theater, as I was waiting in line, one had to go the bathroom. I sent them all, with strict instructions to stick together and wait for one another.

No more wiping noses and butts, they can do that for themselves now!

On the way home, I was thinking what a neat post I could do tonight.

Then we got home.

And the girls wanted to swim.

And then they were outside of the pool.



Seems like they have something. Could it be something Belle had gotten?

Side note, thank you Kim for letting me borrow your lens! I was able to capture my dear girls playing with this.


















Do you see what this is - it is a RAT - that our dog had captured, stunned, hurt - whatever, and the girls had it in a bucket.
It.
Was.
Still.
Alive.

On another side note - if I had time to play with my Photoshop CS4 that I got in the Spring - I would have been able to splice these two photos together and made one really good photo.

But, I haven't had time, and I didn't splice.
One day.



Long story short, our puppy had captured a rat, that our daughters felt sorry for.
YUCK! I hate rats.

They will make me jump on top of counter, quicker than anything - even a snake. Well, that may be a stretch. I really abhor snakes as well.

I get the shivers just thinking about it.

So, a day that started out with movies and shopping, ended with a rat rescue.

Well, technically it wasn't a rescue. The girls let it go and then Belle caught it again. Madison asked if we could give it a proper rat burial. I said, "NO!"

There is never a dull moment at our house.

Saturday, July 25, 2009

Wakulla Springs










Tonight, I am tired. So tired, I am not quiet sure I am thinking straight. But, it's a good tired. We were at Wakulla Springs with Ralph's family today. We had a good time playing at the park and then riding the tour boats, to see the wildlife. We actually got to see a manatee and baby! That pic did not turn out so well, but there were some other cool shots.
Here are some pics from the day....

Thursday, July 23, 2009

Blue Springs

Today, all the cousins got together at Blue Springs. It was a great time of playing in the COLD water. The kids had blast playing in the water and sand. Here are a few pics from the day.




Sunday, July 19, 2009

It is well.

I have been reading quite a bit lately. Part of it is because I have the privilege of reviewing books for Thomas Nelson Publishing and partly because we got rid of our Dish. Let's face it, when you go from over 100 channels to choose from, down to two, you tend to find other things to fill your time.

So, I have been reading quite a bit. I borrowed a book from a cousin and dear friend this week, entitled "Symphony in the Dark" by Barbara Rainey and Rebecca Rainey Mutz. Short version is that this grandmother and mother, wrote about the loss and grief the family endured when Rebecca's daughter died 7 days after birth.

Yes, I cried.

Here is the amazing thing, I read the words of a song, that I have probably sung more time than I can count. Ralph, actually quoted from it at our own son's funeral. I remember vividly singing it at Steve's (Ralph's dad) funeral. There really is no way to describe this song, as it is sung by hundreds of people without any instrumental accompaniment.

It is a heart cry in a time of grief.

As I read this book, and read a snippet of the first stanza of this song that was included, I was hit. I was hit with the this line, "Whatever my lot, Thou hast taught me to say, It is well, It is well, with my soul."

Thou hast taught me to say - it is well.

I've heard that a hundred times, but reading it - He has taught me to say, it is well.


It Is Well With My Soul

When peace like a river, attendeth my way,
When sorrows like sea billows roll;
Whatever my lot, Thou hast taught me to say,
It is well, it is well, with my soul.

Refrain:
It is well, with my soul,
It is well, with my soul,
It is well, it is well, with my soul.

Though Satan should buffet, though trials should come,
Let this blest assurance control,
That Christ has regarded my helpless estate,
And hath shed His own blood for my soul.

My sin, oh, the bliss of this glorious thought!
My sin, not in part but the whole,
Is nailed to the cross, and I bear it no more,
Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, O my soul!

For me, be it Christ, be it Christ hence to live:
If Jordan above me shall roll,
No pang shall be mine, for in death as in life,
Thou wilt whisper Thy peace to my soul.

But Lord, 'tis for Thee, for Thy coming we wait,
The sky, not the grave, is our goal;
Oh, trump of the angel! Oh, voice of the Lord!
Blessed hope, blessed rest of my soul.

And Lord, haste the day when my faith shall be sight,
The clouds be rolled back as a scroll;
The trump shall resound, and the Lord shall descend,
Even so, it is well with my soul.

Horatio Spafford


Father, may I always be teachable, in every circumstance.

Thursday, July 16, 2009

Just for giggles

I have to thank my husband for showing me this youtube video the other day.
This lady is hilarious. I think anyone who can take a song and rework it into a parody is a genius.
Happy Thursday.

Tuesday, July 14, 2009

"Rick & Bubba's Guide to the Almost Nearly Perfect Marriage"



In my part of the world, Rick Burgess and Bill “Bubba” Bussey are pretty much a staple of morning radio shows. So, I anticipated the usual laughs as I began the book. I did not however expect the tears near the end.

This book is Rick and Bubba’s guide to marriage – what they see works and what they know doesn’t. It is full of stories that they candidly share of life with their wives. Lessons they have learned along the way.

I have to say that the one that really made me laugh was Rick’s Rematch story, and how a romantic weekend can turn into a racing match, with his wife eating sand. (You just have to read the book.)

This book was a fast read, mostly because it’s written much like the guys speak on the radio. If you are a fan, you will love it. If you are not a fan, well it is still worth the read.

At the end of the book Rick shares how he and Sherri have had to deal with the “Unthinkable”, the death of their son. The heartache and process that they as a couple have had and are working through, is one that is hard to fathom. (That’s where the tears came in.)

These guys have a lot of wisdom and common sense that seems to be missing in marriages today. I applaud their no nonsense, say it like it is approach. My favorite line is found on page 69, “Show us a good marriage, and we’ll show you a union of two good forgivers.” That is what making a good marriage is all about – grace.

Definitely would recommend it.

Saturday, July 11, 2009

A day at the beach.

Saturday we spent the day at Mexico Beach.

Yes, we were still in the panhandle of Florida and no where near the country of Mexico. Technically, I think we were in the middle of the 'Redneck Riviera'

Anyway, it was as close to a near perfect day at the beach that we could have asked for.

The waves were minimal. The water was clear. There were no jellyfish. No seaweed and very few people. It was hot, but not unbearable.

It was a great day at the beach!







Thursday, July 9, 2009

Memories

Well, if you read this post you know that my girls had the misfortune of having to sleep with mayo in their hair a couple of weeks ago. It was a necessary evil to get rid of lice. Once the mayo got rinsed out the girls hair was stringy and greasy.

That reminded of me of the summer of 2001.

Que dream sequence music.

Let me set the stage for you on what was going on in my life during the summer of 2001. Ralph was employed by a group of peanut farmers. It was his first job out of college and off the farm. We were living in Albany, Georgia. Another first for us was that we were living in a "big" city. In a duplex.

Madison was 15 month old at the time. She was, and still is, a very curious child. And, honestly she was always into something.

And me, well, I was very pregnant with Laney. When I say very pregnant, I am not exaggerating. By the beginning of June I had gained close to 90 pounds and had another month to go.

Did I mention it was summer, and it was hot?

So, Ralph was busy working on Farm Bill stuff. Madison was busy getting into everything. And I was busy growing a baby.

Nap time was a must for both Madison and I. I looked forward to nap time like an ant looks for a picnic.

A few months before this we had moved Madison into a big girl bed, in preparation for the arrival of her sister. So, she was able to move around her room at will. Her room also held a changing table, where we changed her diaper. It also held all the stuff you need to take care of a babies needs in that area.

Including vaseline.

This particular day was a good day. Madison went down for her nap, and she slept. That meant I slept. We slept long and hard. It was wonderful.

After an hour or so, I was roused from my slumber by the sound of my oldest daughter playing in her room. Me being so large with child, decided to let her play. She was quiet, she was content. Really, what could go wrong?

Finally after 30 minutes of her quietly playing I decided that I should rouse myself and check on her. I quietly opened her door anticipating seeing her playing with her stuffed animals, or looking through a book.

That was NOT what I saw.

Instead I was greeted with a huge smile and a child covered from head to toe in - vaseline. She was covered. Her stuffed kitty was covered. Her blanket was covered. Part of her bed was covered.

The jar of vaseline was not a small jar, of course. No, it was of the size that would make Sam Walton proud. It was huge, and now it was almost empty.

I quickly tried to decide what my game plan should be. The first thing I did was grab my camera. I knew that one day I would want documentation of the this, so I could laugh. At the moment it wasn't so chuckle inducing.



Then I quickly, well as quickly as I could, got her into the bath tub. I thought a thorough scrubbing and she would be good as new.

Nope.

After the third time of shampooing her hair and seeing no chance of the vaseline coming out, I dialed Ralph's cell. He actually answered, to my surprise. My guess is he thought I was going into labor.

I started telling him what had happened and the fact that the vaseline was not coming out, and she was greasy all over. I will admit, I was almost in tears.

And do you know what my dear, loving husband did?

He.

Laughed.

Clearly he had not heard me, so I continue explaining my messy situation. Asking him to offer any solutions.

His response - use Ajax.

My response - Ralph, come home.

Ralph finished up his meeting, and came home to assist his very large, pregnant wife. The only thing was as he walked in the door, I handed him his daughter and said, "She's yours. Whatever you got to do to get this mess off, do it." I walked out of the house, drove to McDonald's and ate supper, by myself. No vaseline or soap involved.

When I got home later that night, Madison was pretty much vaseline free. Except for her hair. It was stringy and greasy for weeks. Kind of like their hair after the mayo treatment.

And if you are curious as to how Ralph got the stuff off of her, well Dawn dish detergent is good for more than cutting grease from pots and pans.

Monday, July 6, 2009

Thoughts rolling 'round my head.

The other morning I got this tweet from Ralph - "RT @perrynoble: NEVER allow the voice of those who know you the least to shape you the most!" Needless to say, I have been thinking and pondering it ever since.

Actually I have been wrestling, vehemently with it.

You see, I have this need for approval. I cannot remember a time when I was not seeking someone else's approval about what I was doing. Even those who really did not know me.

That has become more evident to me the older I get. People who really did not have any input into my life have had a major role in how I was being shaped. Decisions I was making, approval I was seeking. How I was being shaped was not born out of these people loving and knowing me, but rather my need for approval.

Wow. I was letting those who did not know my heart, shape me.

So, I am sitting here tonight, asking myself - who knows me? What voice am I letting speak truth to me? Who am I letting shape me?

No easy answers are coming, but light is being shed on what direction I am wanting to go. I thank God for these revelations. I thank Him also for those He places in my life that do know me or will get to know me, so that I can be shaped in His image and His desire for me.

Tonight, these are just some of the thoughts rolling 'round in my head.

Sunday, July 5, 2009

Random photos of our family - July 4th

Here are some random shots we took for the July 4th celebration that RCC had at Sam Adkins park on the third.

Yes, I am aware that my husband (aka -the girls dad) is absent. He was volunteering, and we forgot to get a shot of him!

Sorry honey. I love you, and you did a great job.

The girls had a blast and it was a wonderful community event. The volunteers did an awesome job. I am glad to be a part of this community!







Saturday, July 4, 2009

Fence Building

I have one word for fence building in July - tired & hot.
Ok, I know, that's two words, but they're accurate.
I'm glad that I could work on this project with my husband. He is a hard worker. He is also VERY accurate when building fence.
VERY accurate.
Did I mention that Ralph is VERY accurate when he is building fence?
I helped measure, re-measure and measure again.
I'm glad he wants to do our fence right.





Friday, July 3, 2009

Happy 8th Birthday Laney!



Today is our middle daughters 8th birthday.

Laney Makenna or Laney Bug.

She has some of the 'typical 'middle child tendencies.

She is an organizer.

Pretty much a rule follower. No gray areas for her.

She is a helper.

She is kind and considerate - most of the time.

I am thankful for her and her sweet, loving, intense spirit. I am most thankful that she knows Jesus, and strives daily to know Him even more.

Happy Birthday Laney!

Thursday, July 2, 2009

Birthdays, Rivers, Panic Attacks & Husbands












Do I get an award for the longest, weirdest post title? I didn't think so, but I have a lot to say in this post. My suggestion is to sit back, grab a cold one and enjoy.

Let me start by saying today Ralph took off and we spent the day together as a family. We did something that I personally have not done in my 35 years here on this Earth. We went tubing down the Chipola River.

Now before you judge, just realize that I was raised in a very cautious household. Sorry, if that offends you Mom, but you know it's true. Dad was not a swimmer, so we didn't do things like that.

We always try to do something fun for our girls birthdays. Ralph wanted to do something different for Laney's this year. Tomorrow is Laney's 8th birthday and it will be filled with Fourth of July fun that our church puts on every year.

We tell her that she gets fireworks for her birthday. She likes that story. She also likes the fact that we had two names picked out for her. I liked Laney, but if she had been born on the Fourth, her name would have been Liberty, and we would have called her Libby. Ralph was not crazy about that one, and said ONLY if she was born on the Fourth would she be named that.

So today we took our family tubing down the Chipola River, celebrating her birthday a day early. It was great.

I can say that now that my legs are on dry land.

You see the older I have gotten, apparently the more trouble I have being in areas where I cannot see what is around or under me. Today, I couldn't see the bottom of the river, and I flipped out - a little.

Actually, it was quiet a bit.

Granted there was not any screaming or fit throwing, but there was a little hyperventilating and uncontrollable shaking going on.

It started when I could not see under me. I tried valiantly to hide my shaking from the girls, but they saw. Then they asked, "Mommy what's wrong." To which I calmly replied, "Nothing girls. Mommy is just having an anxiety attack." That answered suited them and they kept floating.

My dear husband on the other hand did not act so nonchalant. In fact, he made his way toward me and reassured me that everything was ok, and that he would take care of me.

I believed him.

Because I believed him, and his desires and ability to keep me safe, it calmed me. You see, I knew that my fear was irrational. I knew that there was no reason to worry, but my body betrayed me and my mind raced. He didn't over react and he did not laugh at me. He reassured me and steadied me.

We enjoyed floating and swinging on rope swings and swimming in the river. Heck, we even got to see our next door neighbor float by with her girls and a bunch of teenagers.

It was a good day celebrating Laney on the river - despite my panic attack.

I look forward to going again, soon.