Monday

Let me think...
Today I woke up to Beeb my 10 year old's cry of help, "Mom,Mom, Ping, he's choking!" That dog! I complained in my head.
Just the other morning, I mean early morning I experienced the same darn thing! I text Mart and J saying...
Dang Dog!!! I thought it was dying in my arms!!! 5:35am he makes noise choking on something. I jump up, pick him up while he chokes and wimpers. I see that he had thrown up in the bathroom. I run to kitchen. Screaming no no. I blow in his mouth cause he starts looking like he's not breathing. In my head I think how will the kids take this... Bad. I feel for his heart. I jerk him a bit. Then he seems better... What the heck!!!

Same thing today!
What the heck!!!
Ping Pong is just fine. He loves to get in the bathroom and rob used TP and punishes himself.

I then pack the dish washer, since I didn't obey Flylady's plea to "Shine your Sink" the night before.

Beeb helps put dry clothes from dryer on the couch. I fold those. Tons more laundry to go.

Beeb goes out to water and feed the chickens. Brings in fresh brown eggs from the coop. I start scrambling some and boiling others. Beeb only likes boiled eggs. The Boys and Bay like both.

We then start Math. Takes a while to get each lesson through to each of the three. Bub my 8 year old boy whines and wants me to be by his side every step of the way. He does that often. His whining causes me to whine back and snivel about how I hadn't eaten or drank a drop of water and how I serve them and couldn't I get a bit of respect or cooperation. I express how I love for them to be home. I love to see them learning together. How much I enjoy their company when they are being cooperative and good students. They see my true feelings, calm down, and get right on task.

Then it's time to leave. But before that I convince them to power up and help me move every piece of furniture in the family room. Mart my 2-time-a-day vacuum operator/husband is ready to do a Rug Dr. Carpet cleaning thanks to Ping. Did I mention I said "no" to getting a dog when asked back when. We prepared the other parts of the house so when dad got home he could start.
We then made it to Chuck Box to meet my sister and her kids for lunch. Finally, I get fed. Hot and spicy chicken on wheat for me. We get dad a sandwich Togo.
I drive by the bead store on Priest and Southern. I'm bummed cause the sign outside says 40% off till Sept 26. I can't take my kids in that place. They close to soon for me to get back in time after dropping them off somewhere. I figure they'd have another sale soon, I hope.
We meet Mart at Ace to give him his sandwich.
He goes off to start the carpet.
We go to the South Phoenix Public Library, which I love!!
I give the kids their new spelling words. They rewrite in cursive and write sentences for each. Beeb and Bub read science from Catholic Science "Layers of Rock and Layers of Faith" title of the lesson. Each of the kids work on the computers.
Eze crawls around. I wished I'd brought his baby legs.
We then go to visit my mama. The kids love to be there. 11 cousins play and enjoy each other, riding bikes and playing tag.
I visit with my dad on iChat from Mexico. He claims that the pass word on the banks website was changed. I try and notice that it doesn't allow log in. It had been frozen from to many trys. I resubmit pass code and log in. He try's and doesn't work. I feel as though I need to go through the whining and sniveling I did earlier with my 8 year with my own father. I finally ask him to text me the passcode. Aha!! Apa (dad)! Your on CAPS LOCK.
We say goodbye.
Visit with my mom some. I could tell she was tired. She said her sugar was high and admitted to eating to many sweets. My poor mama.

We get home and enter to smell the washed carpet and dog mixture. Eeeew!
The plan was to put burgers on the grill but, how could I with the furniture packed in the kitchen. No dinner?
We order Dominoes. Problem solved.

Tired. Long day. Another tomorrow.

Prayers to St. Stella

To honor St. Stella. 

Little Stella Morgan went to Heaven at such a young age. 

Stella is the daughter and niece to dear friends of mine from my church community.

This family I've known since my college aged years. I always felt so loved and comforted by them.

These women have shown and always show compassion, love, joy, zeal, mercy for life!

 They lead there children with such love as well.

They make Saints!

Little Stella loved God! She loved Jesus! She loved life! She showed compassion for others. 

Stella was such a tender heart.

Francesca, Stella's mom writes about life with Stella here on earth and St. Stella in Heaven. 

St. Stella Pray for us!

Such a special day we had for the children of Our lady of Mount Carmel Mary's Club. 

Friends

I have been wanting to write and journal for almost a year now. So many things have happened I wished I had actually done it, but time or laziness or neglect didn't allow.
Going through my iPhoto will help my mind remember and recall what actually happened. I do forget things pretty quick. I wonder if it's because I'm so darn busy and have to much on my plate. And thats a valid excuse or I'm showing signs of Alzheimer's disease.
I recently mentioned that to Mart my husband after reading an article about this famous pastor guy from the 700 club divorcing his wife because she was "dead" but not really- because of Alzheimer's. I asked if he'd take care of me and love me the way I'd be, if that happened. Like the The Notebook type. Or if he would take back all he promised that day we got married and leave as a live Joan Doe.
If it is that I have to much going on, which I think it is... I need to work on fixing that. Organizing myself a bit more. If it's the signs of the disease... I will just leave to God and not worry about that now. But I will take some time soon to review pictures and give a recap of what happens this past year.

I had a jammed packed busy day today. Most days are like this, along with a lot of stress. But today was not as stressful because I had something to look forward to. Catechesis of the Good Shepard atrium classes started for the kids today. This means that during their class I get to visit with my dear friends.
This has been going on for the past 3 years. I have to say it's one of the things I so look forward to doing. I have my sisters whom I love so much and are a big support, but friends are a bit different. In just an hour I get filled, empowered, and energized by these wonderful people!

 Later that evening I attended a program called She shall be Called. A program to aid women in their spiritual journey within the their marriages and family life. There I was able to meet new people or shall I say new friends. Our table's name is St. Claire and I love being at that table. The women ranged from 25-50 years. Half were converts, of whom I love love! I love converts because they know better! I know! Us cradle Catholics take things for granted and forget where we are going at times because we forget where we came from. I may just speak for myself though. Converts ignite my love for my church. Thats why I love them!

 I have some very dear friends that I have reconnected with recently through Facebook. Isabella lives in California. We would see each other twice a year at rodeo's our teenage years. We were on Mexican side saddle drill teams called Escaramuzas. We may have had crushes on each others brothers, but that was then lol! I was able to fly out to CA to visit her and other girlfriends. That was a blast! Then I started college, stopped riding with the team and lost touch. Finally, after searching so long, I received an email from her!! I was so excited! After all these years, we are married with children and baby on the way!! Not me!!! But my sweet friend Isabella! Congratulations!!!

 Thank you God for your wonderful gifts. For the life you give us. For all the special signs that you send. Thank you for my family. Thank you for the beautiful fellowship you provide to me in my friends.