Have people just lost their minds??????

A friend and church member posted on facebook yesterday an incident that happened to her while picking up kids at school.  A man impatient to say the least  was trying to get around her and was demanding that she mover her car.  The child she was picking up was not in the car just yet and he proceeded to try and come through her window.  He broke her window, she got out of the car to try and get him away from the child in her car and he then went to his car and tried to ram her car.  All of this in the school pick up line.  I will say again, have people just completely lost their blooming minds?  This man has been charged with everything the Kernersville Police can charge him with.  I hope and pray that the school forbids him from ever being on that campus again.  My friend is ok, she said she was shaken up but she did not cry.  I had to laugh I would have been in tears all over the place.  She is a very strong woman and for that I am so glad, for her and the children she was picking up.  She set a tremendous example for them and anyone else that was there watching.
I think as a society we need to stop and take a breath and think before we act.  Yes, I get put out sometimes with people but I don't think I would get out of my car and confront them is such a manner.  We need to take a step back and start respecting each other a little more and teaching that to our kids.  If we don't we will be seeing and hear a lot more of this on the news.

Sprats' Birthday. . .

Sprats' birthday is fast approaching.  He went to his first concert last weekend to celebrate.  They went to see Carnival of Madness.  It rained, stormed and they had a delay, they got wet but they all had fun.  He got a new pair of tennis shoes, a size 12, heavens to Betsy he has BIG feet for a soon to be 14 year old.
Thinking about his birthday made me want to pull out his baby book and my pregnancy journal and revisit those days before his birth.
I had forgotten about the nick name dear hubby had given him before he was born.  Hubby went with me to one of my visits to hear the baby's heartbeat and he said it sounded like a diesel engine humming, so he called him "little diesel."  I had forgotten all about that one.  All of the boy names I had picked out and we did not use any of them for either son.  It is funny all the things you write down with the first child that get forgotten as time goes by.  I am so glad I wrote those things down.  I was telling Sprat about some of the crazy things that happened when I was pregnant with him.  
Hubby and I like to watch wrestling, yes I am a closet wrestling fan.  There was a particular duo that we liked that do not wrestle together anymore.  They were the Road Dog and BA Billy Gun.  Whenever their music came on Sprat would start bouncing around inside my tummy.  You could see my stomach ripple as he bounced and danced, he loved their music.  
Poor hubby could not eat any meat in the house in my first months of pregnancy.  The mere smell of meat would send me over the edge.  There were days I could be in the bed room down the hall and he would open the refrigerator and I knew it by smell.  I also craved watermelon while I was Great with child.  I remember going to the little fresh market down the road from our old house and buying them almost weekly. I got so big that the little man had to help me get them in the car later on in my pregnancy.  My belly was as big as the watermelons.

Facebook drama. . .

So I posted a thing about the Pledge of Allegiance on my facebook page and how we used to recite it at school.  I think it is a good thing, it teaches children respect for our country.  One of my "friends" on facebook came back at me about it and how it is brain washing to teach our kids this and how our country was not founded by Christians.  I did not post anything back to her because I think it is silly to argue on facebook and I believe it would have been futile to argue with her.  Our country was founded by people looking for religious freedoms.  I cannot attest that they had indeed taken the Lord Jesus as their Savior but I do believe there were some Christians in the mix of our leaders.  I think her whole hang up about the Pledge is that it says, "One Nation under God. . ."
I am a Christian and I do not say this to say I am perfect, I am far from it.  I am a Christian because I have asked the Lord Jesus to come into my heart and to forgive me of my sins.  I am a sinner, I will never be completely free from sin, but God loves me just the same.
What do you say to someone that does not believe in God?  I cannot imagine not believing in God.  All I have to do is look at my beautiful children, my life, or walk outside and look at the sky and know that there is a God that loves us all.  Everyone is entitled to their opinion and again I will not argue with people on facebook, it is silly.    I was just blown away by her comments, I would never post anything like that on someones' facebook page.
This may be God at work in my life telling me I need to minister more to those that don't believe.   I will be praying about this.   If you have ministered to someone that did not believe in God I would love to hear from you, just click comment and tell me how you did it.  You can do it anonymously, I don't mind.  If you have a different opinion that is fine too, I will not argue though.  I just want to hear what everyone has to say.

I am my Fathers' daughter. . .

My dad has always been an early riser.  I guess he threw that on me too or it might be the kids.  Ever since I had my kids I cannot sleep very long.  At first I thought it was because I was worrying about stuff and then I thought it was because I had too much caffeine to drink too close to bedtime.  I figured it out this morning at 5 am, I am my fathers' daughter.
My dad, for as long as I can remember, has always gotten up early and either gone to the gym or gone for a run on the street.  Before there were gyms on every corner my dad would jog out our street for at least a couple of miles.  Now he goes to the gym and walks on the treadmill and lifts weights.  I always thought he got up early because he wanted to do his run and then he had to go to the barn and feed the horses and then come home to take me to school.  I think he gets up early because he can't sleep any longer than what he does.  I admire my dad because he does do all these things in the morning before he goes to work.  Now he is at home and in his easy chair by 9 ish and usually asleep.  I do give him a break on that one because he starts his day at 4 in the morning that and he is 83.  As I said he has been doing this since I can remember.
I cannot sleep past 6 and I am lucky if I sleep past 5 these days.  I decided today, when I woke up at 5, that I would do what dad did.  I went for a brisk walk.  I usually walk my sweet B after I take Sprat to school but this walk was just for me.  It was still dark, nice, and quiet.  I prayed and I took in the fresh morning air and enjoyed my walk this morning.  This walk was just for me, I think I may try it tomorrow too.          Thank you dad.

Today. . .

I had to go for my annual mammogram today, and I encourage all ladies to have those done as soon as you turn 40 or earlier if you insurance will pay for it.  Early detection is the key to saving your life.  I have a history of breast cancer in our family so I do mine just like I have my physicals every year.  I hate having them done but I know it could save my life.  It went pretty quick today, of course you have to wait a week to get your results.
On my way to the grocery store after the mashing of the boobs, the best song came on the radio.  I must apologize to all of those that were around me.  I was jamming to Markie Mark and the Funky Bunch with Good Vibrations.  There is nothing like a good song from the 80's to turn up loud and sing and dance along with  it.  That is a great song!!

A little frustrated today. . .

School seems to be going ok.  Big T has a substitute, his teacher is still employed by another county so she cannot come to her position here until that is filled.  I think that is a load of garbage.  Let them get the sub till they find a teacher.  We have had to deal with long term subs before and he does not do well with them.  He is a little boy that needs routine, when he does not get that routine he does not do well.  I am very concerned since this is his 5th grade year and this is a very important year for him.  He will go to middle school next year.  We have been assured that his teacher will be in place no later than a few weeks.  Well, that is a nice vague  answer.  I am working with him at home with his multiplication tables because I know those are going to be a big deal this year.  Please keep us in your prayers as we battle this change and lack of consideration from our school system.

We survived the first day. . .

We each survived the first day of school, now it's all down hill from here.  Big T came home happy and said he may need to brush up on his multiplication tables.  He did his reading and then we worked on math.  Went to pick Sprat up at football tryouts, he did make the Middle School team.  Yipeeeee!!!!!  He was a little nervous and I was a lot nervous for him.  He and two of his best buds made it also.   I am looking forward to football season, both my guys playing and dear hubby coaching.
Dear hubby and I went out this morning for our traditional back to school date.  He takes the first day of school off every year and we spend the day to together.  We don't do anything fancy just spend the day together.  We usually go somewhere for breakfast and go do some shopping.    We had to do it today because he had his boss working with him yesterday.    It is nice just to spend the day without the kids constantly interrupting with some complaint of the other not doing something or do something too long.  Ahhhh!!  the sound of silence. . . .   But, I cannot wait to hear about the kids day at school and football practice.