A Morning at the Doctor

Today was a fun day. I don't know what it is about getting older but man - I don't seem to be doing it well. Attention to detail was practically my middle name. I didn't forget things - I didn't forget appointment times, names, birthdays, phone numbers. There was a time when I could tell you what you had been wearing the day we met and we could have met ten years ago. I could tell you, practically word for word, our conversation. Now? pffftt... a few weeks ago I couldn't remember how to open the cap on my gas tank. I followed that up a few days later by not being able to remember my husband's birthday. (THAT was a rough one!)

Today, I had a doctor appointment and was supposed to be there at 9:25 (to check in, go over paperwork - you know the Dr. drill) with my appointment at 9:40. Somewhere along the line I thought I had to be there at 9 and my appointment was at 9:25 (at least I remembered 9:25 was in there somewhere). On top of that, the doctor was running just a bit behind so I actually sat in the waiting room until almost 10:30. Then, I'm done and out the door by 11:10. I spent twice as much time waiting as I did with the doctor. Now there is time well spent...

I don't know who picks and chooses the genes you get but I must have made them angry somehow. I got the fat gene, the lousy cholesterol gene, the goofy heart gene, the high blood pressure gene and I'm pretty sure there is a "bad hair" gene and I got that one, too. This isn't me feeling sorry for myself, I'm a realist (so I've been told repeatedly). About the only kindness I have been shown is the pretty smile gene and even that seems to be starting to get old.

So...tomorrow (yes - tomorrow. Why do today what you can put off until tomorrow? :) ) I have to buckle down and get serious. Again. This time, though, it has to be for real. I'm too old to act like I have plenty of time to fix this mess! I think I wake up tomorrow and its my 64th birthday... Oh no, wait... that was my dad a month ago. See what I mean about forgetting?



I think I'm going to keep my updates "light" for a while. When I started to type out my update on what happened on Easter, I started to type what I've been thinking about over the last few weeks. It wouldn't hurt for me to write it out, I'm just going to keep in mind, at least for now, that children will read this, too so I'll try to avoid getting too deep.

Easter is my favorite holiday. It has nothing to do with Easter bunnies or the candy or egg hunting (although I did find the "Big Egg" two years in a row at our family egg hunt. :) ) and it has everything to do with why we celebrate Easter. Jesus Christ rose from the dead!! He was crucified, He died and He was buried but on that third day, He rose from the dead. How is that not cause for incredible celebration? We were provided the means to be right with God, once and for all. He pushed satan and death out of the way and opened the path right back to Him. All of the "whys" as to its necessity and such are way too much for here ( and I'm not smart enough to write it well!) but I can be shout-from-the-rooftop-happy that it happened. And I am. I absolutely, positively LOVE Easter weekend (yes - I love Good Friday, too!).

It was a good weekend. A weekend spent with family. A weekend full of fun and good food and good company. Always, though, every moment of this weekend there was also the constant lyrics from one of my favorite songs (Hillsong, I believe, the writers & singers, etc.) "Thank You for the cross, LORD. Thank You for the price you paid. Bearing all my sin & shame, in love You came and gave amazing grace." There are more lyrics, more verses but I'll not type it all out.

The picture, my sons & one of my nieces coloring eggs. I love the fact that my 22 year old genuinely enjoys being around his much younger brother and cousins. It is awesome to witness.


And So It Begins

I have to laugh that I'm doing this. My nephew started a blog, then he created one for my niece, then my sister jumped in and then my nephew created one for my mother. We are the bandwagon family, I think and here I jump.

The web address for my blog - Proverbs 31:8-9 says "Speak up for those who cannot speak for themselves, for the rights of all who are destitute. Speak up and judge fairly; defend the rights of the poor and needy." Those two verses have become an integral part of the work I know God has given to me to do. More on that later - after I've had a chance to give thought to what I really want to say.

I always think I'm being incredibly vain by believing anyone would want to read or hear about anything going on in my life or what I am thinking about so it may take me a bit to get comfortable sharing. Prepare for boredom - at least for a while.

The picture takes me back to a place I really wish I could be right now. The ocean. Its actually a spot on 105 between Westport and Raymond, WA but that whole area out there is just about perfect to me. I love being there and can't wait to go back.

Have a glorious day!