Change

I have a strange relationship with change. I need it and then I get anxious if there is too much of it. I like certain things to change frequently and others to stay the same. My blog colors and background for one will probably always be changing because I like it that way. I also like to change my profile picture, my haircolor, my clothes, my surroundings but NOT what I eat for breakfast, what I like to drink, my Thursday night routine, my certain parking aisle at Walmart...you get the point. How can I be so flexible on some things and then so...well...not flexible on others? I took this pic of a little frog that lived in a birdhouse in my mom's backyard this summer...at least until he changed his mind!  :)

This is for my daddy :)

 Five years ago I lost my dad suddenly to a brain aneurysm. It was a hard thing to go through. He was so full of life and personality that when he was suddenly gone it was a real shock to me. My dad and I would spend time together at his store, Jones Furn. and  Western Auto. I worked there since before I could drive! I had stopped working there in 1999 which is the year that I got married.  We had our little rituals that I miss such as every Sat. eating 1/2 a chicken from Ramey's BBQ for lunch. His desk was next to mine and we would sit and eat lunch and talk. We also both liked going out to eat but disagreed on our taste in music. He loved gospel and old time country and I love a little bit of everything now but then not gospel or old time country. He liked to frequent antique shops and flea markets and I love doing that too. He could see the potential in an old piece of furniture and he passed that trait on to me also. Daddy loved to fish but not hunt unless it was for squirrels. He did teach me how to shoot a bow and arrow and a gun although I haven't shot either in years. Dad was a deacon at church and a Sunday School teacher for as long as I can remember. He would have been a great example for my boys to follow and learn from today. I am sad that they won't have that opportunity. Carson was 2 when he died and Roman was on the way...they never met. I sometimes talk about him and his store to them because I want them to feel like they knew him. I miss 2 things most of all...talking to him and getting that peck on the forehead when he greeted me followed by "How's my baby?". His baby is 33 now and misses him terribly but has finally reached the point where she knows it's gonna be okay. I can think of him now and smile :)

Patience and brotherly love/war

Someone once told me to never ask God for patience because to learn patience you will have to learn to wait which is why you were needing patience in the first place. Their point was that you might not like how the lesson is learned. However, I do need a lesson in patience. I am one of those right now people who do not enjoy delayed gratification but rather instant gratification is more my thing. Also, I need patience in dealing with my boys. They are having issues with getting along and I really would like to have more of a house of peace rather than one of well...war. I am not sure how to accomplish this so any suggestions are welcome. Day 2 of fall break and I realize that I am not looking forward to spending every day for the next 2 weeks being a referee! Uh-oh better go get my whistle...til next time. :)