doggie love

I know I talk about my dogs a lot but I just can't help it. They are sweet, kind, strong, and have a personality all on their own. And even though they are not kids, I am, in a way, their mom. With keeping them warm at night and their bellies full, I am their protector, teacher, care giver, friend, and master.

And they take the most precious pictures. I'm not being biased, that's just the honest truth!

Comfort

All of this snow and snow-days seem to bring about this overall sense of feeling warm and fuzzy. Tucking ourselves back into bed and dreaming the day away. Or escaping into a good movie or book where we can be comforted by someone else's pretend life. But with all of this feel-good talk I want to dive deeper. Deeper into what makes me comfortable. And truly at ease.

Lets start our dive...

When I look back at all the times I felt peace and like I'm all there, I'm brought back to the little things. You know that feeling. The one where nothing else matters except where you are at that moment. That feeling of 'I get it'.

So here's where my dive took me...
To my husband wrapping his arms around me and whispering in my ear, "I have a beautiful wife."
To my collapse on his shoulder; when I know it's safe to let go.
To a good belly laugh with friends on a warm summer day, and music playing in the background.
To a walk, journey, jog in a foreign place.
To a long meditation and I hear that inner voice say, "You're OK!"
To a good inspirational blog ;)
To my neices contagious uncontrollable laughter.
To a toast. Cheers!
To my own reflection in the freezer section of the grocery passing the ice cream because I know how to take care of myself.
To my own reflection in the mirror at the gym because I know how to take care of myself.
To a client that, with the Grace of God, I've relieved pain from.
To breathing in morning air. Everything is new again.
To a long look at the stars and holding Shawn's hand under them.
To the realization that I am becoming the woman that I was always meant to be.

family hero

I always knew it growing up, but it's still nice to see it. Yesterday my dad was a town hero.

Okay I can't really say that I saw it, but I did hear about it.

A car accident happened right in front of my parents yesterday afternoon. Being the go-help-first and ask-questions-later kinda guy my dad is, he hops out of the car to help the young man laying on the ground. Head gushing with blood and a crushed on, my dad knew it was bad.

Then it got worse.

Apparently this man was very angry and agitated. Fighting and yelling at my dad for helping him, my dad sees this man has a gun. A GUN! Holding the man down my dad reaches around and grabs the gun off the guys hip, securing the gun away from this durranged man.

Cops and EMS finally shows up and takes over. Thank God no one got hurt from this man. Apparently what happens is when a person has a serious head trauma, it can alter their mood and state of mind- turing them into a crazy person.

My dad is an everyday hero.

Not-Just-For-Kids

Snow days are spontaneous vacation days for me. When I wake up in the morning to see the roads covered and my car covered, well I just cover myself up again. Warm, cozy, and keeping watch on the fort...with my eyes closed.

But it's not all relaxing on snow days. No, Sir. There's lots to be done. LOTS, I say.

Lots of F.U.N.! And my boys know it too.

They see the snow on my car and they know mom won't be driving and we're going to be playing outside!!!!!

Grab your ball. Grab your chew toy. Grab the scruff on someone else and lets head out!

We'll run, jump, hide, dash and dodge. Drop and roll. Dig. Fetch. And bark at the passing snow plows!

Yes we will have fun and when night comes we will all be tuckered out and dreaming to do it all over again tomorrow.

Thank you Snow Maker, for family vacations!

hormones

I've had enough! ENOUGH!!!! I'm so sick of this and I've got so far to go.

Every 28 days I truly feel sorry for my husband. He never knows who or what he's going to wake up with. And to be quite honest I don't know either. Poor thing can't even plan ahead for it. How do you plan for something that changes every 28 days? But he is a trooper! (THANK YOU HONEY!)

It's never the same. I could be happy, sad, distant, bossy, pushy, loving, cuddly, friendly, AND/OR just plain bitchy....and the list goes on.....

This month I'm feeling annoyed. At what? I don't know. I guess because for 3 years I've been wanting to go some place warm, sandy, with all-I-can-drink and I'm STILL WAITING!!! Will I get to go this year? Yes. You betchya I will. And I'll slap a guarantee on it. Just watch. *SLAP*

Not to mention I'm tired of it effecting my food. Why do I crave Mexican, Chinese, Italian, home cooked dinners, AND/OR (again) nothing at all????? How am I suppose to plan out my meals when NOTHING sounds good or if it does it is totally not within my daily caloric intake? How is Shawn suppose to cook my dinners when the poor thing doesn't know what I'm going to eat? HOW?!?!?!?!

Trust me folks, I know this is not my fault. I place blame COMPLETELY on my hormones. I'm really a very nice, sweet and realistic humanbeing. I know I could wake up tomorrow and feel just perfectly normal but today, not so much so. 

But what I do know is when I get home tonight, I will pour myself a glass of red wine, put my feet up, and give a  cheers to my baby-producing, continually cycling hormones for working perfect.

a little seek and find?

So I'm only on day two for my Jesus Journey, and I come across this reading from Jeremias, "...You shall seek Me, and shall find Me: when you shall seek Me with all your heart."

I feel like He already knows I'm 'searching' for Him.  Lets continue on.

newness

January has it's way of making everyone get into this feeling of "new". Sure we've got the New Year, but over all January as a whole has taken on its own sense of change and starting over, new. And I am no exception. Over the next 12 months I hope to experience new things and grow into someone who's alittle less...in the past. Here's where I'm going to start...in the present.

Call it a resolution or a review of self, I am taking this year, one moment at a time. With lots of practice and crossed fingers I will be staying present with where and with whom I am among.  Hard to do when I'm constently thinking of the next task, chore, appointment, thing I must do. I'm sure some of you can relate. Being with others and ultimately with myself!

Secondly, I will be learning. I know you're thinking to yourself, "Sarah you are so smart right now. What ever else could you learn?" As true as this is and as hard as it may seem to believe, I've got PLENTY I want and need to learn. Starting off with Spanish. Folks, let me tell you and your children, when you want to learn French in high school and college and your father says, "What a waste", LISTEN TO HIM!!!! So, Rosetta Stone, I'm digging in my pocket book and you're going to be teaching me a Spanish word or two.

Thirdly, and MOST looked forward to, I will be embarking into the world's greatest mystery story. This is going to be relationship changing and creating a new....something. I'm just sure of it, but I don't know what it is yet. My journey will be giving me more questions. It'll make me search deep within myself, within others, and within my faith. This voyage I'm taking is learning about Jesus. I know the Bible stories and I know what the Church teaches, but I want to learn everything about this Man who single-handedly created Christianity. As much as I love the Bible it leaves a lot of questions. Who was He between the ages of 12 to 30??? What was his personality. Did He have a short temper or any shortcomings for that matter that God forced Him to get over? How much like me was He? How much like me was He not at all?

So, look out people because when 2012 rolls around I will be a present, Spanish speakin', Jesus knowin' fool! Cheers and Happy NEW Year!