So, I decided James and I would take a little trip to the Lincolnton Dog Pound today. It is about 5 minutes up the road and since I was headed in that direction, I thought why not? At the time, I thought I was strong enough to do this on my own. Of course, I broke out into tears while we were there looking. I am sure the two volunteers helping me probably thought I was from the looney ben. All the lady asked me was what size dog I was looking for and I completely lost it. Seeing all those cute little puppies just brought back more memories of my Gunnie Guns. Man how I miss him! The volunteers were nice though and handed me some tissue and of course asked what had happened. They told me they knew exactly how I felt. The one lady said she had a dog that actually helped save her and her family. The dog woke them up just in time for them to realize their house was on fire. She said she was so in love with that dog and so grateful that it literally broke her heart when she had to put it down.
Of course while James and I were there, I fell in love with this one dog. They don't yet have names because they are still pups, so I only know her as P4. She is a lab mix and let me tell you, she will have you wrapped the minute you catch a glimpse of her. She was very laid back and didn't bark like the other pups. The volunteer got her out for us and let James and I pet her. Man were we loving it! There was also another little cutey beside her in P3. He had the most adorable little face and the prettiest coat I have ever seen. He is a beagle mix and you could tell he had an up beat personality. Of course this lead me to ask how much there adoption fee is. I was surprised that it is only $85. I told the lady I would have some talking to do with the hubby first. I don't really know what prompted me to go to the dog pound, but the light on James' face was priceless. While we were there we also looked at some of the bigger doggies. There was one the volunteer was dying for us to see. She claimed this one had stole her heart and he was EXACTLY as she had described. He had a HUGE head and the face of a lab, but with a Weiner dog's body. He was so loving and probably would have licked both James and I hands off, if we would have let him. Next was this HUGE Great Dane, and boy was he a beast, but he too, was just the sweetest little thing. He was lovin the fact that James was interested in him. I asked the lady how much he ate and she proceeded to show me his dog bowl. HOLY is all I have to say! To James this guy probably looked like a horse! Man was he sweet though. James and I also paid the little kittens a visit. I am not a cat person by any means, but there was one that spoke to my heart. She just wanted someone to pet her. She would rub up against her crate and purr. It was a loud purr too. If I was a cat lover, I probably could see myself taking her in, but I would much rather have a doggie any day. She was pretty and sweet to say the least.
I think going there was good for the soul, even if I did cry. I think it's good to let your emotions out from time to time. One thing will always remain the same, I will forever miss my Gunnar. So, someday if we ever do decide to get another pup, no one will ever be able to take Gunnar's place, but I do know that I will love them with all my heart. The saying really is true, a dog is Man's Best Friend. P4, let me do some talking with Daddy and we will see what we can do!
Mi Familia
Jeremy, Dallas and James
Wednesday, December 22, 2010
Thursday, December 16, 2010
Marriage
I decided to Blog about marriage tonight, because well, honestly I am tired of hearing about and seeing so many celebrity breakups. Not only do I get tired of hearing and seeing the latest tabloids when it comes to celebrities, but I get tired of witnessing it in my everyday life as well. With all the divorce and affairs going on Hollywood likes to tell us that it's "The Norm", or it's "Free Love", but I've got news for you. There is no such thing as "Free Love" Everything comes at a cost. When my husband and I said I do, that was and is a commitment we made to each other and to our creator, God. This commitment is not just for now, but for forever. Not until our good looks expire, or we become ill, or bankrupt, but for FOREVER. I know forever is a concept hard for some people to grasp, so let me break it down for you. This doesn't mean one morning you wake up and say "Hey Man, I am so sick and tired of my wife nagging me all the time" "I think it's time to move on to the next bigger and better thing" No, Forever is something you must work on. I am not saying forever is by any means a piece of cake, but it can be accomplished. A marriage, is a lot like a job or a skill. The more you work at it, the better it gets with time.
I get so tired of hearing "well her husband treated her like crap, so I don't blame her for going out and having an affair" or "well they have been having problems for sometime now" There are no excuses! I am not saying one can't be forgiven for their actions, but when someone cheats, the damage has already been done. Like I said there is no such thing as "Free Love" everything comes at a cost. I think many times, people like to think the grass may be greener on the other side. The question is, as to what cost? I know so many people whether it be in past work relationships, or I heard it through a friend of a friend, who literally consider it normal to cheat. Like it is no big deal to them whatsoever. It's almost as if they are totally and completely oblivious to what might happen to them or their family members. "My husband will never find out" that is another one of my favorites. This literally disgusts me! If your marriage means absolutely nothing to you, then why did you bother to get married in the first place? Another thing that sickens me, are those people who are single and know they are messing around with a married man or woman. Why would you want to be the reason for heartache in someone's family? Especially those that are married and have kids. Try explaining it to them. All our actions have consequences. I give major props to those who have been in a situation like this and actually have the strength to work it out. How do you ever rebuild that trust? I have tried to put myself in their shoes, but ultimately my decision is always the same-How could I ever respect/trust that person ever again? I cannot even began to imagine my own husband, the man I love with all my heart, ever doing something like that. How can one throw away everything they have in just a matter of seconds? All I have to to say is you better be ready to pack up your bags and GET OUT! It had better been worth it!
All marriages have their ups and downs, but it is our actions that ultimately have an effect on everyone. For those of you reading this and have been the one cheated on, I am not saying you can't ever forgive and move on. I believe all marriages are worth fighting for. I just know for me, it would be very difficult. And for those of you reading this and are the ones cheating, then shame on you. I hope I did step on your toes and I pray that you realize how much heartache this can and will cause in the end. I pray that the people you are hurting are able to forgive and forget.
I get so tired of hearing "well her husband treated her like crap, so I don't blame her for going out and having an affair" or "well they have been having problems for sometime now" There are no excuses! I am not saying one can't be forgiven for their actions, but when someone cheats, the damage has already been done. Like I said there is no such thing as "Free Love" everything comes at a cost. I think many times, people like to think the grass may be greener on the other side. The question is, as to what cost? I know so many people whether it be in past work relationships, or I heard it through a friend of a friend, who literally consider it normal to cheat. Like it is no big deal to them whatsoever. It's almost as if they are totally and completely oblivious to what might happen to them or their family members. "My husband will never find out" that is another one of my favorites. This literally disgusts me! If your marriage means absolutely nothing to you, then why did you bother to get married in the first place? Another thing that sickens me, are those people who are single and know they are messing around with a married man or woman. Why would you want to be the reason for heartache in someone's family? Especially those that are married and have kids. Try explaining it to them. All our actions have consequences. I give major props to those who have been in a situation like this and actually have the strength to work it out. How do you ever rebuild that trust? I have tried to put myself in their shoes, but ultimately my decision is always the same-How could I ever respect/trust that person ever again? I cannot even began to imagine my own husband, the man I love with all my heart, ever doing something like that. How can one throw away everything they have in just a matter of seconds? All I have to to say is you better be ready to pack up your bags and GET OUT! It had better been worth it!
All marriages have their ups and downs, but it is our actions that ultimately have an effect on everyone. For those of you reading this and have been the one cheated on, I am not saying you can't ever forgive and move on. I believe all marriages are worth fighting for. I just know for me, it would be very difficult. And for those of you reading this and are the ones cheating, then shame on you. I hope I did step on your toes and I pray that you realize how much heartache this can and will cause in the end. I pray that the people you are hurting are able to forgive and forget.
Wednesday, December 15, 2010
Families Helping Families (106.9 The Lite)
I just wanted to make everyone aware of a great opportunity to show your love and support this Christmas season. The radio station, 106.9 The Lite, is helping to sponsor what they call "Families Helping Families" Basically you can make monetary donations, or you can call and find a family that you would like to help this Christmas Season. You can also pray, if you do not have the means to donate. For more information regarding Families Helping Families you may call the following:
Contact Ministries 423-926-0144 or Good Samaritan 423-928-0288
Families being helped are/have been homeless, and Youth Villages (Children/Teens abandoned by their parents)
You can also visit 106.9's website for more information regarding Families Helping Families and find out where/what the most needs are.
Monetary Donations can be made out to the following:
Contact Ministries
PO Box 1403
Johnson City, TN 37605
Contact Ministries 423-926-0144 or Good Samaritan 423-928-0288
Families being helped are/have been homeless, and Youth Villages (Children/Teens abandoned by their parents)
You can also visit 106.9's website for more information regarding Families Helping Families and find out where/what the most needs are.
Monetary Donations can be made out to the following:
Contact Ministries
PO Box 1403
Johnson City, TN 37605
Praying for Landon
Hello All,
Please see post below from Landon's Mom, Kristi and please join me in praying for God's healing and strength for he and his family.
Landon is a sixteen year old junior at North Lincoln High School. For the past two years he has had difficulty with recurring pneumonia. On November 24th of this year a tumor was discovered in his bronchial tube. It was believed he may have swallowed something and tissue grew around it, causing this tumor. He was set up for surgery on Thursday, December 2, 2010 to either remove the tumor or to get enough tissue for a biospy. This was to be an outpatient procedure if all went well.
They were able to remove what they believe was half of the tumor but during the procedure his bronchial began to swell and he was put on a ventilator and moved to ICU. The next morning the swelling had gone down and he was able to come off the ventilator and sent home later that day.
One week later on Thursday December 9, 2010 the doctor called with the news that Landon's biopsy showed typical carcinoid. A rare form of cancer not usually seen in teens. He stated it was 1 in a million. The treatment for this cancer is to remove all of it. This means he will have to lose his lower right lobe and possibly most of his middle.
We have several scans and doctors appts including going to Duke Medical Center next Thursday, December 23rd. It is our prayer that the scans all return normal and with surgery he will be able to be 100% cured. From what we have learned so far he should not need any form of treatment if it is all removed.
For those of you who know Landon well his hearts desire is football. He has played every year since middle school and was already hitting the gym one week after this past season ended.
With the removal of one or two lobes on his right side he will be faced with obstacles but with prayer, determination(which he has) and training he will be back on the field in August 2011.
Thank you for taking the time to learn about Landon and please join us in praying for God to heal his body COMPLETELY of this rare form of cancer.
For those of you you would like to follow/pray for Landon, You may join the Group "Landon Bullock, Praying for A Healing Hand" on Facebook. Your prayers are greatly appreciated!
Please see post below from Landon's Mom, Kristi and please join me in praying for God's healing and strength for he and his family.
Landon is a sixteen year old junior at North Lincoln High School. For the past two years he has had difficulty with recurring pneumonia. On November 24th of this year a tumor was discovered in his bronchial tube. It was believed he may have swallowed something and tissue grew around it, causing this tumor. He was set up for surgery on Thursday, December 2, 2010 to either remove the tumor or to get enough tissue for a biospy. This was to be an outpatient procedure if all went well.
They were able to remove what they believe was half of the tumor but during the procedure his bronchial began to swell and he was put on a ventilator and moved to ICU. The next morning the swelling had gone down and he was able to come off the ventilator and sent home later that day.
One week later on Thursday December 9, 2010 the doctor called with the news that Landon's biopsy showed typical carcinoid. A rare form of cancer not usually seen in teens. He stated it was 1 in a million. The treatment for this cancer is to remove all of it. This means he will have to lose his lower right lobe and possibly most of his middle.
We have several scans and doctors appts including going to Duke Medical Center next Thursday, December 23rd. It is our prayer that the scans all return normal and with surgery he will be able to be 100% cured. From what we have learned so far he should not need any form of treatment if it is all removed.
For those of you who know Landon well his hearts desire is football. He has played every year since middle school and was already hitting the gym one week after this past season ended.
With the removal of one or two lobes on his right side he will be faced with obstacles but with prayer, determination(which he has) and training he will be back on the field in August 2011.
Thank you for taking the time to learn about Landon and please join us in praying for God to heal his body COMPLETELY of this rare form of cancer.
For those of you you would like to follow/pray for Landon, You may join the Group "Landon Bullock, Praying for A Healing Hand" on Facebook. Your prayers are greatly appreciated!
Monday, December 6, 2010
3rd Annual Family Mountain Trip
As many of you know, every year at this time, My Mom, Dad, Jeremy, James and I all take our annual trip to Blowing Rock/Boone, NC so we can find our Christmas Tree. This year was a little different to say the least. The first year we all stayed in a Hotel in Blowing Rock and we literally froze our butts off. I was pregnant with James at the time, so when I say it was cold, it was cold! It was also snowing, which by the way, if you know me, you know I LOVE the snow. Last year My Uncle Dana and Aunt Karen let us stay in their Mountain House in Blowing Rock. It is so beautiful and of course it snowed! Yay! James' first snow experience! Can you say Photo Shoot?!?
This year, My Mom and Dad rented a cabin again in Blowing Rock and my whole family was able to go! I think we were all very excited, that we also knew that again this year there would most definitley be snow. The Forecasters in Charlotte where calling for at least 3-4 inches in the Mountains. That may not seem like a lot to you, but I will explain in a minute or two... Jeremy works a half day on Fridays, so we were the first to leave for the Mountains. Mom and Dad had given us the key, so we could go ahead and get things settled in and get the heat going. It only takes us about an hour to get to Blowing Rock from where we live, so we got all packed up and headed that way. The directions to the cabin we were staying at said to take 221 South and go exactly 10.1 miles. If you know me, you know that curvy mountain roads are not my thing, unless I am the one driving. Anyhow, we start to head up (or should I say down b/c it was South) up the Mountain. At first I thought, well this isn't so bad. Please also keep in mind that I had literally only had Doritos all day and I was starving. We go about 3 miles and here came the curvy roads alright. I recall the conversation...Jeremy looks at me and says "You alright"? Me-"Yeah I'm okay right now", five more miles up the road...Me "Jeremy I don't feel so good" Jeremy "Are you going to be sick'? Me "I don't know" I immediately cracked the window and praise God we reached the driveway when we did. Did I mention the driveway is about 1 mile long-all gravel. We finally spot the cabin, it is absolutely beautiful, but literally sits down in a hole. We pull into the main drive and start unloading. We check out the house, did I mention it is Beautiful? It had 3 Bedrooms, 3 full baths, a Basement, Two Decks...this was going to be a great mini get-a-away. I just know it!
After settling in, we call Chris, Nichole, Alli and Michelle to find out what there dinner plans are. They say they want to go to the Mellow Mushroom. At the time they were just right outside of Granite Falls, so we get back in the car and head down (or should I say up) the dreaded curvy road mountain again. I recall my conversation with God...Me "Dear God, please don't let me puke and please let us make it down/up the mountain safely. Amen" We arrive at the Mellow Mushroom and again call Nichole to find out where they are at. Thank goodness they were right behind us b/c I was about to starve! Mom and Dad were also right behind them. James and I go in and tell the Hostess (who completely ignored me) how many we have in our party. Hostess "That will be about a 20-25 minute wait" Me "That's okay"...so we wait. Finally we are seated upstairs. Yay...we can finally order some food. As we are being seated, we could tell it literally felt like a sana..it's must have been 90 degrees in there...let the sweating begin. Nichole then proceeds to make a party fowl by spilling her beer all over the table. Next was Alli's water and Nichole saying "I think this is a bad omen." The waitress comes and takes our food order and then proceeds to tell us it will be another 30-40 minute wait for our food. By the time we get our food, we could have drove to and from Blowing Rock twice. I didn't care though, I just wanted some food! Man was that pizza off the hook...or it could have been the fact that I was freaking STRAVING! As we leave, again Nichole makes a party fowl and spills her Beer again. This is just the beginning people!
Jeremy, Chris and Dad make there way downstairs to pay our bills....Rude Hostess steps in "The Line is over here." Chris "We are just trying to get out of the way" Michelle my lovely sister who is now also downstairs "BUTTHOLE" she made sure the hostess heard her. Thank God this was after we got our food and not before. We pay and leave. Now off to Food Lion to grab some groceries and back up/down the Mountain. Everyone else unloads and we all settle in. Here comes Alli with her purse and DVD's galore. She decides on Elf and in the Dvd goes. It is now way past James' bedtime, so off Jeremy and James go. I head upstairs a little later and both Jeremy and James are still awake. Did I mention Jeremy and I are planning on sleeping on a full size bed? Let the fun begin. 2:00 rolls around and I have to take a potty break, I look outside and there appears to be about an inch of snow already on the gorund. Yay! How EXCITING! I tip toe back to bed, I don't want to wake James up. Toss and Turn, yep, that is pretty much what the 3 of us did ALL Night. 5:30 rolls around and James wakes up-time to get in the bed with us. Finally after about 30 minutes of laying there I get up and decide to go sleep downstairs on the couch. Yes, Finally 2 hours of sleepy time!
Chris decided to cook all of us breakfast that morning. Yummy, we had a spread. Grits, Eggs and Bacon! I haven't had grits in years! After eating I head upstairs to get ready. I made a mental note that I need to take my antibotic. So, I take a shower and sure enough take my medicine. I am finally ready, so I head downstairs. Great...now I feel like I am going to pass out! Mom and a cold clothe to the rescue! Finally I start to feel better and it is now time to leave. Going to have a fun filled day of shopping while the guys head to the ASU game! NOT!!!!! Did I mention my Dad drove his camaro and it is now snowing again? Jeremy and I load up our car. Mom is riding with us. We have 2 wheel drive. Chris and his gang were in the other. Thank God he has 4 wheel drive. We make our way up the LONG gravel driveway very very sloooowly. At one point, we didn't think we were going to make it at all. Jeremy looks at me and says we may be getting our tree and leaving today. I didn't want to upset Mom, but how were we going to make it up that night, much less the next morning? The closer we get to town the more snow and fog. Mom agrees that her and Dad might have to park at the top of the drive that night and catch a ride with someone else back up and down the drive. Haha-yeah right...
We arrive at the Tanger Outlets to do some shopping-YES!!!! Jeremy again looks at me and says "why don't you stay here and I will have Chris drive me back up/down the mountain and I will go ahead and pack our things so we can leave after getting our tree". Me "okay, I guess" Thank God Jeremy decided to do this. The guys make it back and proceed to tell us that Chris and my Dad are going to have to do the same, as they cannot get the camaro out. It is literally stuck there! You could tell my Dad was not a happy camper, afterall that camaro is now his baby! The guys drop us off, so we can have lunch and so they can pack everthing up. Our weekend long vacation was now coming to a quick end! There would be no getting a Christmas Tree that day either. We all just wanted to leave and get out of this mess! I can at least say Lunch was very good and I got some cute pictures of James out in the Snow! I hate we had to leave early, but sometimes you gotta do, what you gotta do. Hopefully next years trip will last the whole weekend-yes we want snow, we just don't want to get stuck! I think Nichole saying "this is a bad omen" was a sign of things to come. Oh yeah, I forgot to mention that Jeremy and I almost got into an accident on the way home. The guy in front of us blew the driver shaft! What an adventerous weekend to say the Least! God was watching over us though and it will be one family trip that I will NEVER forget!
This year, My Mom and Dad rented a cabin again in Blowing Rock and my whole family was able to go! I think we were all very excited, that we also knew that again this year there would most definitley be snow. The Forecasters in Charlotte where calling for at least 3-4 inches in the Mountains. That may not seem like a lot to you, but I will explain in a minute or two... Jeremy works a half day on Fridays, so we were the first to leave for the Mountains. Mom and Dad had given us the key, so we could go ahead and get things settled in and get the heat going. It only takes us about an hour to get to Blowing Rock from where we live, so we got all packed up and headed that way. The directions to the cabin we were staying at said to take 221 South and go exactly 10.1 miles. If you know me, you know that curvy mountain roads are not my thing, unless I am the one driving. Anyhow, we start to head up (or should I say down b/c it was South) up the Mountain. At first I thought, well this isn't so bad. Please also keep in mind that I had literally only had Doritos all day and I was starving. We go about 3 miles and here came the curvy roads alright. I recall the conversation...Jeremy looks at me and says "You alright"? Me-"Yeah I'm okay right now", five more miles up the road...Me "Jeremy I don't feel so good" Jeremy "Are you going to be sick'? Me "I don't know" I immediately cracked the window and praise God we reached the driveway when we did. Did I mention the driveway is about 1 mile long-all gravel. We finally spot the cabin, it is absolutely beautiful, but literally sits down in a hole. We pull into the main drive and start unloading. We check out the house, did I mention it is Beautiful? It had 3 Bedrooms, 3 full baths, a Basement, Two Decks...this was going to be a great mini get-a-away. I just know it!
After settling in, we call Chris, Nichole, Alli and Michelle to find out what there dinner plans are. They say they want to go to the Mellow Mushroom. At the time they were just right outside of Granite Falls, so we get back in the car and head down (or should I say up) the dreaded curvy road mountain again. I recall my conversation with God...Me "Dear God, please don't let me puke and please let us make it down/up the mountain safely. Amen" We arrive at the Mellow Mushroom and again call Nichole to find out where they are at. Thank goodness they were right behind us b/c I was about to starve! Mom and Dad were also right behind them. James and I go in and tell the Hostess (who completely ignored me) how many we have in our party. Hostess "That will be about a 20-25 minute wait" Me "That's okay"...so we wait. Finally we are seated upstairs. Yay...we can finally order some food. As we are being seated, we could tell it literally felt like a sana..it's must have been 90 degrees in there...let the sweating begin. Nichole then proceeds to make a party fowl by spilling her beer all over the table. Next was Alli's water and Nichole saying "I think this is a bad omen." The waitress comes and takes our food order and then proceeds to tell us it will be another 30-40 minute wait for our food. By the time we get our food, we could have drove to and from Blowing Rock twice. I didn't care though, I just wanted some food! Man was that pizza off the hook...or it could have been the fact that I was freaking STRAVING! As we leave, again Nichole makes a party fowl and spills her Beer again. This is just the beginning people!
Jeremy, Chris and Dad make there way downstairs to pay our bills....Rude Hostess steps in "The Line is over here." Chris "We are just trying to get out of the way" Michelle my lovely sister who is now also downstairs "BUTTHOLE" she made sure the hostess heard her. Thank God this was after we got our food and not before. We pay and leave. Now off to Food Lion to grab some groceries and back up/down the Mountain. Everyone else unloads and we all settle in. Here comes Alli with her purse and DVD's galore. She decides on Elf and in the Dvd goes. It is now way past James' bedtime, so off Jeremy and James go. I head upstairs a little later and both Jeremy and James are still awake. Did I mention Jeremy and I are planning on sleeping on a full size bed? Let the fun begin. 2:00 rolls around and I have to take a potty break, I look outside and there appears to be about an inch of snow already on the gorund. Yay! How EXCITING! I tip toe back to bed, I don't want to wake James up. Toss and Turn, yep, that is pretty much what the 3 of us did ALL Night. 5:30 rolls around and James wakes up-time to get in the bed with us. Finally after about 30 minutes of laying there I get up and decide to go sleep downstairs on the couch. Yes, Finally 2 hours of sleepy time!
Chris decided to cook all of us breakfast that morning. Yummy, we had a spread. Grits, Eggs and Bacon! I haven't had grits in years! After eating I head upstairs to get ready. I made a mental note that I need to take my antibotic. So, I take a shower and sure enough take my medicine. I am finally ready, so I head downstairs. Great...now I feel like I am going to pass out! Mom and a cold clothe to the rescue! Finally I start to feel better and it is now time to leave. Going to have a fun filled day of shopping while the guys head to the ASU game! NOT!!!!! Did I mention my Dad drove his camaro and it is now snowing again? Jeremy and I load up our car. Mom is riding with us. We have 2 wheel drive. Chris and his gang were in the other. Thank God he has 4 wheel drive. We make our way up the LONG gravel driveway very very sloooowly. At one point, we didn't think we were going to make it at all. Jeremy looks at me and says we may be getting our tree and leaving today. I didn't want to upset Mom, but how were we going to make it up that night, much less the next morning? The closer we get to town the more snow and fog. Mom agrees that her and Dad might have to park at the top of the drive that night and catch a ride with someone else back up and down the drive. Haha-yeah right...
We arrive at the Tanger Outlets to do some shopping-YES!!!! Jeremy again looks at me and says "why don't you stay here and I will have Chris drive me back up/down the mountain and I will go ahead and pack our things so we can leave after getting our tree". Me "okay, I guess" Thank God Jeremy decided to do this. The guys make it back and proceed to tell us that Chris and my Dad are going to have to do the same, as they cannot get the camaro out. It is literally stuck there! You could tell my Dad was not a happy camper, afterall that camaro is now his baby! The guys drop us off, so we can have lunch and so they can pack everthing up. Our weekend long vacation was now coming to a quick end! There would be no getting a Christmas Tree that day either. We all just wanted to leave and get out of this mess! I can at least say Lunch was very good and I got some cute pictures of James out in the Snow! I hate we had to leave early, but sometimes you gotta do, what you gotta do. Hopefully next years trip will last the whole weekend-yes we want snow, we just don't want to get stuck! I think Nichole saying "this is a bad omen" was a sign of things to come. Oh yeah, I forgot to mention that Jeremy and I almost got into an accident on the way home. The guy in front of us blew the driver shaft! What an adventerous weekend to say the Least! God was watching over us though and it will be one family trip that I will NEVER forget!
Thursday, December 2, 2010
This One's for you H-Dub!
Okay, so let me take you back to the first time I met my CrAzY friend, Miss Heather Love. I first met Heather, at Financial Independence Group, when she joined our contracting team. This was in September of 2006. I had been working there for a little over 5 months when we first met. Heather was by no means shy and I could tell this would be the start of a beautiful friendship. Just like at any normal job, there is a process of training. I think this lasted for about two weeks, maybe a little shorter, as Heather caught onto things quite fast (Praise God). Contracting was/is known for there hire turn around when it comes to employees. So when they hired Heather, someone knew what they were doing. I first got to know Heather when I invited her and her boyfriend, Mike out to dinner with my Husband, Jeremy and I. We decided on Cheeseburger in Paradise in Huntersville, NC. I think both Heather and Mike learned A LOT about me that night. A little bit too much in fact, but we won't even go there. Needless to say, we all hit it off.
I have had so many good and crazy times with Heather, that is hard for me to recall them all, but I will start with a few good stories. Be prepared to laugh. I know I am! I stated earlier that Heather is by no means shy and when I say that, I really mean it. I think she would talk to anyone. Heather is very upbeat and if she is ever down in the dumps, that's when you know something is really wrong. I swear the girl talks sometimes, just so she can hear her own voice. I am sure she, well actually I know she got in trouble alot for talking in school, and well at work too.
Let's start with what Heather likes to call the "Mr. Frosty Dance" Jeremy and I both got to watch this at the Bowling Alley one night...oh and I got to preview at work many times. Basically, you put both your hands on your hips and slowly whirl around. Almost as if you were going to twirl a hula hoop. When asked why this is called the "Mr. Frosty Dance" Heather will simply explain the following. Number 1-Have you ever been to Wendy's? Typically everyone answers yes. Number 2-You've ordered a frosty right? Again typically the answer is yes. Number 3-well you know how the frosty comes out of the machine and it looks like it's twisted/dancing? Typical Answer...Ummmm Yeah. Heather-well that is why it's called the "Mr. Frosty Dance" Thanks again H-Dub for helping to clear that up.
Moving on...Heather is from NY, so me, being a true southern girl, she likes to pick on the way I say things. One day in particular though, I overheard Heather talking to someone on the phone about an Elementary School experience. No big deal right? (Buzzer Sound Effect Here) Heather says Elementary like this Elle-ah-men-tarry. Us southerners say El-la-men-ter-re. Needless to say, Heather has and will be picked on about this ever since.
Being friends with Heather, I have also come to know that she sometimes has trouble walking. Not just walking in heels, but flat out walking, whether she be bare foot, has on sneakers, or heels, the girl simply cannot walk without falling somewhere. I don't know how many times my pants almost got pulled down in the stairwell at FIG b/c of course, her natural reaction was to grab me as she was falling. Whether it be granny panties or I could have been thongy it up for the day, my butt was going to be exposed. Heather has not only fallen up and down the stairwell, but in the halls of FIG, outside the building at FIG and in the Kitchen at FIG. I believe Karl was a witness or was it Josh to the incident in the kicthen? One would think there was something slippery in the floor, but nope. That's Heather for you. I guess I can't really talk much though. I recall going to lunch with H-Dub at McAalister's Deli. I had on high heels, a red skirt and white top. At the time Heather was driving her jeep cheerokee and as usual there were no close parking spots. Heather had to park literally right up against the curb. As I am getting out of the vehicle I say "Now watch me fall" Did I mention that Heather is right at 5 feet " tall? Sure enough, Heather and I both get out of the car and whoosh, there I go. Heather is yelling "Dallas where did you go?" She couldn't see me. She comes around the corner and there I am laying there on the curb. I stand up and blood is pouring down my right leg. I literally cut it open from my hip all the way down to my ankle. Heather was rolling on the floor laughing. I am sure everyone thought we were complete idiots. I guess that was my pay back for all those times I made fun of Heather not being able to walk straight. Contracting has had there share of laughs with people busting there butts. (Clearing Throat Sound Effect Here) Robin???
Now lets see, what else??? Oh yeah, let's talk about the shred it bin. FIG has Shred It Bins in Place around the office, so that vital information cannot be used/stolen. Contracting always loved to take pictures and somehow the Shred It Bin located in Contracting always seemed to make it's way in our pictures. This one day in particular, Whitney was taking pictures for both Heather and I. Heather looks at me and says "Why don't you just hop up on that bad boy so Whit can take our picture? Me "I don't think that's such a good idea" Heather "Ohh sure, it will be fine." Me "ummm, no seriously I don't think that's a good idea" Needless to say, Peer Pressure got the best of me. So instead of easily tyring to pull myself up on top of the shred it bin, I decided to jump. If I could describe the look on Whitney's face and what happened next everyone would pee there pants. I thought I had gone through the wall, but thank God, I had just cracked the top of the Shred It Bin. Contracting laughed about this for days/months to come. What made it even better is when someone would come by and say "What happpened to the Shred It Bin?" I believe Justin Edwards was the first to notice. We immediately burst into laughter and Justin is looking at us like...okay.
These are just a few good times that I have had with Heather. Trust me there are many more to tell, but these by far top them all. Heather girl, you are crazy and if there is one person in this world that can always make me laugh, it is definitley you! I love you girl and wouldn't trade our friendship for anything in the world! You ROCK! Here's some lines for you...
Sllllluuurrrp
What you want? Baby I got it!
Is that Tree made of wood?
If I get any closer
... (dot dot dot)
Uhhh Gus Gus
Are you FREAKIN KIDDING ME?
Your kidding me right?
Arrrrrgggh
Love Ya Babe-Mean it!
I have had so many good and crazy times with Heather, that is hard for me to recall them all, but I will start with a few good stories. Be prepared to laugh. I know I am! I stated earlier that Heather is by no means shy and when I say that, I really mean it. I think she would talk to anyone. Heather is very upbeat and if she is ever down in the dumps, that's when you know something is really wrong. I swear the girl talks sometimes, just so she can hear her own voice. I am sure she, well actually I know she got in trouble alot for talking in school, and well at work too.
Let's start with what Heather likes to call the "Mr. Frosty Dance" Jeremy and I both got to watch this at the Bowling Alley one night...oh and I got to preview at work many times. Basically, you put both your hands on your hips and slowly whirl around. Almost as if you were going to twirl a hula hoop. When asked why this is called the "Mr. Frosty Dance" Heather will simply explain the following. Number 1-Have you ever been to Wendy's? Typically everyone answers yes. Number 2-You've ordered a frosty right? Again typically the answer is yes. Number 3-well you know how the frosty comes out of the machine and it looks like it's twisted/dancing? Typical Answer...Ummmm Yeah. Heather-well that is why it's called the "Mr. Frosty Dance" Thanks again H-Dub for helping to clear that up.
Moving on...Heather is from NY, so me, being a true southern girl, she likes to pick on the way I say things. One day in particular though, I overheard Heather talking to someone on the phone about an Elementary School experience. No big deal right? (Buzzer Sound Effect Here) Heather says Elementary like this Elle-ah-men-tarry. Us southerners say El-la-men-ter-re. Needless to say, Heather has and will be picked on about this ever since.
Being friends with Heather, I have also come to know that she sometimes has trouble walking. Not just walking in heels, but flat out walking, whether she be bare foot, has on sneakers, or heels, the girl simply cannot walk without falling somewhere. I don't know how many times my pants almost got pulled down in the stairwell at FIG b/c of course, her natural reaction was to grab me as she was falling. Whether it be granny panties or I could have been thongy it up for the day, my butt was going to be exposed. Heather has not only fallen up and down the stairwell, but in the halls of FIG, outside the building at FIG and in the Kitchen at FIG. I believe Karl was a witness or was it Josh to the incident in the kicthen? One would think there was something slippery in the floor, but nope. That's Heather for you. I guess I can't really talk much though. I recall going to lunch with H-Dub at McAalister's Deli. I had on high heels, a red skirt and white top. At the time Heather was driving her jeep cheerokee and as usual there were no close parking spots. Heather had to park literally right up against the curb. As I am getting out of the vehicle I say "Now watch me fall" Did I mention that Heather is right at 5 feet " tall? Sure enough, Heather and I both get out of the car and whoosh, there I go. Heather is yelling "Dallas where did you go?" She couldn't see me. She comes around the corner and there I am laying there on the curb. I stand up and blood is pouring down my right leg. I literally cut it open from my hip all the way down to my ankle. Heather was rolling on the floor laughing. I am sure everyone thought we were complete idiots. I guess that was my pay back for all those times I made fun of Heather not being able to walk straight. Contracting has had there share of laughs with people busting there butts. (Clearing Throat Sound Effect Here) Robin???
Now lets see, what else??? Oh yeah, let's talk about the shred it bin. FIG has Shred It Bins in Place around the office, so that vital information cannot be used/stolen. Contracting always loved to take pictures and somehow the Shred It Bin located in Contracting always seemed to make it's way in our pictures. This one day in particular, Whitney was taking pictures for both Heather and I. Heather looks at me and says "Why don't you just hop up on that bad boy so Whit can take our picture? Me "I don't think that's such a good idea" Heather "Ohh sure, it will be fine." Me "ummm, no seriously I don't think that's a good idea" Needless to say, Peer Pressure got the best of me. So instead of easily tyring to pull myself up on top of the shred it bin, I decided to jump. If I could describe the look on Whitney's face and what happened next everyone would pee there pants. I thought I had gone through the wall, but thank God, I had just cracked the top of the Shred It Bin. Contracting laughed about this for days/months to come. What made it even better is when someone would come by and say "What happpened to the Shred It Bin?" I believe Justin Edwards was the first to notice. We immediately burst into laughter and Justin is looking at us like...okay.
These are just a few good times that I have had with Heather. Trust me there are many more to tell, but these by far top them all. Heather girl, you are crazy and if there is one person in this world that can always make me laugh, it is definitley you! I love you girl and wouldn't trade our friendship for anything in the world! You ROCK! Here's some lines for you...
Sllllluuurrrp
What you want? Baby I got it!
Is that Tree made of wood?
If I get any closer
... (dot dot dot)
Uhhh Gus Gus
Are you FREAKIN KIDDING ME?
Your kidding me right?
Arrrrrgggh
Love Ya Babe-Mean it!
Wednesday, December 1, 2010
The Latest News On Baby Izzy
I just wanted to update everyone in regards to little baby Israel. As of an email I received on Tuesday 11/30/10, baby Izzy is preparing go home Thursday with his Mom and Dad. He has passed a car seat test, meaning he is able to sit and breathe without suffocation. At home, a nurse will be with him 16 hours a day. Izzy will also be starting speech therapy and with that they will also study and evaluate his swallowing capabilities. He is still having trouble clearing secretions and the nurses are having to suction daily. I want to thank everyone for the continued support and prayers. I know many have emailed asking for the lastest update. What a Christmas Miracle this truly is! Please continue to pray for baby Israel and his family! Thanks and God Bless!
Tuesday, November 23, 2010
Goodbye to my Gunnar
As many of you now know, Jeremy and I made one of the most difficult decisions of our lives yesterday afternoon. My Gunnar is now gone. I picture him up there in Heaven running around with all the dogs that have gone before. The only thing that helps get me through this is knowing my Gunnie Guns is no longer in pain. I guess the only way I know how to describe this sort of pain is by telling you I feel like I have lost a very close loved one. I have been trying to concentrate on other things, but it is hard. I can still feel the lump swelling up in my throat. Many of you have asked what exactly happened. I think this came as a shock to all of us. Nothing can prepare you enough to tell someone you love goodbye, even if that someone is a family pet. To me, Gunnar was much more than that. He was my campanion through and through. He was my big baby, a brother, my ultimate snuggle buddy and our protector. It's funny how empty your house can seem in one day.
Since many have asked what happened, I suppose I will tell. The thing is I am not exactly sure myself. A little over a week ago I let Gunnar out as usual so he could go "potty" He normally stays in the yard and comes right back in after doing his business. On this day though, there just so happened to be a cat in the yard. So of course, Gunnar and his hunting instincts kicked in. Gunnar tore off running and thus my screaming for him to get back begin. I followed him into the neighbors yard and Gunnar came limping back. The limping lasted all night, but I really didn't think much of it b/c Gunnar acted fine. The next day in fact, he was fine. Back to his normal self and galloping around as usual. Two days past and then one morning he could barrly get up to walk. If he did walk he would not put pressure on his back right paw. I thought maybe it was arthristis or maybe he had done something to his leg. The same afternoon, he begin to perk up, so again Jeremy and I didn't think anything. The next morning was even worse though, Gunnar did not want to move. That afternoon Mom, James and I went to the Southern Christmas Show and when we were done I was expecting to come home to find Gunnar and Jeremy at the house. When I walked in and they were not there, I knew something was definitely wrong. I called Jeremy and sure enough they were at the Animal Hospital just right up the street.
Jeremy and Gunnar came home about 30 minutes later. The doctor had done an x-ray and found that Gunnar had a slipped disc in his back. He gave him some medication and we were told it should help and just have Gunnar take it easy. I was amazed at how much better Gunnar was feeling the next day and of course, Gunnar being the active dog that he is, was enjoying it too. We tried to have him lay down as much as possible and I would literally lay in the floor and love on him. After all, I just wanted my Gusky to feel better. That night, as usual, I covered him up and told him I loved him and would see him in the morning. Morning did come, but Gunnar again could not walk. I tried moving his back paws, but Gunnar acted like he could not even feel them. Jeremy literally had to pick Gunnar up and carry him outside to use the bathroom. Gunnar needed help doing this though. That's when I really knew something was wrong, that and the fact that Gunnar was now whining. That night things progressively got worse. Gunnar was trying so hard to get up that he literally cut open his feet from trying to move his back paws. When I went into our bedroom to check on him I also noticed rectal bleeding. That is when panic began to set in and again Jeremy called and we set up an appointment for that morning (yesterday 11-22-10). He had to be there first thing in the morning, so Jeremy went and dropped him off and was told the doctor would give him a call a little later. I was just thinking more medicine and hopefully that would cure everything as long as Gunnar took it easy. Two hours came to pass and Jeremy finely got the call. He called me from work and I could tell by his voice that things were not good. The doctor told him that paralysis had set in and that Gunnar had no feeling whatsoever in his back feet. He said that medicine alone would not work and they would have to do an MRI to find out if back surgery could even be performed. That alone was going to be $2000. Jeremy asked what I thought we should do and I immediately lost it. He told me to pray about it and then he would call me back. I sat there for a good while wondering how you pray about something like that. How do you make the decision to put your own dog down? I felt like I was playing God. Like there was an experation date for Gunnar and Jeremy and I were the ones with the stamp. I thought about the surgery and if it would even help. I knew Gunnar would no longer be able to go out and run around like he used to. No more playing fetch and no more jumping on the couch or bed to snuggle with me. Then I thought, what if they do the MRI and surgery can't be performed, then what? I kept telling myself not to be selfesh. After praying and crying my eyes out, I finally made the decision that I no longer wanted my baby to suffer, it was time to say goodbye. Was this the decision I wanted to make? Absolutely not! Jeremy called me about an hour later and we both agreed it was best to say goodbye. This was killing me inside. Jeremy said he would finish up at work and come home. I told him I couldn't do this alone. Normally I am so happy to see my hubby pull in the driveway, but not yesterday. I immediately burst into tears. Jeremy too was crying when he walked through the door. We had to wait until 2:00 for the doctor to get in. I don't know what was worse, waiting to tell Gunnar goodbye or atually telling him goodbye. When we arrived at the Hospital I felt so sick to my stomach. I felt like I completely let my Gunnar down. We walked in and I could see them bring Gunnar out. We walked through the double doors and there was my baby laying in the floor and looking up at me. I was praying for the strength to make it through this. Gunnar had no idea what was going on. I wanted so much to take his place and take all the pain away from him. I kept thinking, is this our only option? We are his parents and we are supposed to be there for him.
I bent down and kissed his little forehead, I held on to him so tight and told him over and over again, "Momma loves you" I rubbed his paws and he laid his head in my lap. We had James give him love for the last time and Jeremy bent over and told him what a good dog he had been. Jeremy asked if I wanted to be there when they did the procedure and I said yes. As we all set there and waited for the doctor to come in, I thought about all the things I was going to miss. I thought about him no longer having to suffer and I could feel God's presence in the room with us. The doctor came in and gave him the first of two shots. The first shot would make him really sleepy. Gunnar just looked up at me, as if to say it's okay Momma and Daddy, it's okay. Then the next shot. I couldn't watch, I just kept looking into Gunnar's eyes and right before he took his last breathe, I really did see a light in his eyes. I don't know if dog's go to Heaven, but that is sure what it looked like to me. I like to think that they do. The nurse finally said he is completely gone and Jeremy and I both lost it. We were told we could have him burried in the pet cementary in Cherryville, NC or we could have his ashes. Jeremy and I opted to get his ashes. We plan on scattering them in the back yard, where Gunnar loved to run around and play.
I don't know how to describe the feeling I had leaving there. I suppose if I had to pick just one word, it would be empty. I opened the car door and there was Gunnar's leash sitting on the console. This was going to be a rough day. We came home and Jeremy immediately starting putting Gunnar's stuff away. I walked in the laundry room and saw Gunnar's throw toy and ball and lost it all over again. I looked outside and realized we would no longer get to the throw the ball to him. I guess you could say we all cried on and off all day yesterday. I think what really hit us both though, was when James walked into the laundry room and realized Gunnar's water bowl was no longer there. He came out and started yelling "Gunnar" over and over again. I had to tell him, I am sorry baby, but Gunnar's not here. How can I explain this to my 20 month old son? 8:00 came, Gunnar's dinner time and again I lost it. I will miss his whining when he knew he wasn't being feed on time. Bedtime rolled around and there was no telling Gunnar goodnight and that I will see him in the morning. There was no good morning wake up from Gunnar this morning when Jeremy's alarm went off and there was no snuggling with Gunnar in the bed after Jeremy left for work. There was simply just silence. Sometimes I swear I still hear him in the living room, licking himself, which I swear was so annoying, but right now I would give anything to hear and tell him, Gunnar stop. Jeremy and I layed in bed last night and I told Jeremy I knew Gunnar loved him.
I just hope my Gunnar knows how much we love him and how much he will be missed by all. Gunnar you were a good boy. I will NEVER forget you. I am so blessed that we got to be your parents. You were here for the ups and downs and always knew how to put a smile on our face. If you are in Heaven, I like to picture you up there running around and wagging that little tail of yours. I will miss snuggling up to you whenever I want. I will miss not playing fetch, I will miss not sneaking you food behind Daddy's back, I will miss you not barking every time there is a knock at the door, I will miss you not going for a ride with us, but most of all, I will miss what a sweet and loving dog you were. You will forever be Momma's baby! RIP Gunnar Welch! We love and miss you terribly!
-Momma, Daddy and James-
Since many have asked what happened, I suppose I will tell. The thing is I am not exactly sure myself. A little over a week ago I let Gunnar out as usual so he could go "potty" He normally stays in the yard and comes right back in after doing his business. On this day though, there just so happened to be a cat in the yard. So of course, Gunnar and his hunting instincts kicked in. Gunnar tore off running and thus my screaming for him to get back begin. I followed him into the neighbors yard and Gunnar came limping back. The limping lasted all night, but I really didn't think much of it b/c Gunnar acted fine. The next day in fact, he was fine. Back to his normal self and galloping around as usual. Two days past and then one morning he could barrly get up to walk. If he did walk he would not put pressure on his back right paw. I thought maybe it was arthristis or maybe he had done something to his leg. The same afternoon, he begin to perk up, so again Jeremy and I didn't think anything. The next morning was even worse though, Gunnar did not want to move. That afternoon Mom, James and I went to the Southern Christmas Show and when we were done I was expecting to come home to find Gunnar and Jeremy at the house. When I walked in and they were not there, I knew something was definitely wrong. I called Jeremy and sure enough they were at the Animal Hospital just right up the street.
Jeremy and Gunnar came home about 30 minutes later. The doctor had done an x-ray and found that Gunnar had a slipped disc in his back. He gave him some medication and we were told it should help and just have Gunnar take it easy. I was amazed at how much better Gunnar was feeling the next day and of course, Gunnar being the active dog that he is, was enjoying it too. We tried to have him lay down as much as possible and I would literally lay in the floor and love on him. After all, I just wanted my Gusky to feel better. That night, as usual, I covered him up and told him I loved him and would see him in the morning. Morning did come, but Gunnar again could not walk. I tried moving his back paws, but Gunnar acted like he could not even feel them. Jeremy literally had to pick Gunnar up and carry him outside to use the bathroom. Gunnar needed help doing this though. That's when I really knew something was wrong, that and the fact that Gunnar was now whining. That night things progressively got worse. Gunnar was trying so hard to get up that he literally cut open his feet from trying to move his back paws. When I went into our bedroom to check on him I also noticed rectal bleeding. That is when panic began to set in and again Jeremy called and we set up an appointment for that morning (yesterday 11-22-10). He had to be there first thing in the morning, so Jeremy went and dropped him off and was told the doctor would give him a call a little later. I was just thinking more medicine and hopefully that would cure everything as long as Gunnar took it easy. Two hours came to pass and Jeremy finely got the call. He called me from work and I could tell by his voice that things were not good. The doctor told him that paralysis had set in and that Gunnar had no feeling whatsoever in his back feet. He said that medicine alone would not work and they would have to do an MRI to find out if back surgery could even be performed. That alone was going to be $2000. Jeremy asked what I thought we should do and I immediately lost it. He told me to pray about it and then he would call me back. I sat there for a good while wondering how you pray about something like that. How do you make the decision to put your own dog down? I felt like I was playing God. Like there was an experation date for Gunnar and Jeremy and I were the ones with the stamp. I thought about the surgery and if it would even help. I knew Gunnar would no longer be able to go out and run around like he used to. No more playing fetch and no more jumping on the couch or bed to snuggle with me. Then I thought, what if they do the MRI and surgery can't be performed, then what? I kept telling myself not to be selfesh. After praying and crying my eyes out, I finally made the decision that I no longer wanted my baby to suffer, it was time to say goodbye. Was this the decision I wanted to make? Absolutely not! Jeremy called me about an hour later and we both agreed it was best to say goodbye. This was killing me inside. Jeremy said he would finish up at work and come home. I told him I couldn't do this alone. Normally I am so happy to see my hubby pull in the driveway, but not yesterday. I immediately burst into tears. Jeremy too was crying when he walked through the door. We had to wait until 2:00 for the doctor to get in. I don't know what was worse, waiting to tell Gunnar goodbye or atually telling him goodbye. When we arrived at the Hospital I felt so sick to my stomach. I felt like I completely let my Gunnar down. We walked in and I could see them bring Gunnar out. We walked through the double doors and there was my baby laying in the floor and looking up at me. I was praying for the strength to make it through this. Gunnar had no idea what was going on. I wanted so much to take his place and take all the pain away from him. I kept thinking, is this our only option? We are his parents and we are supposed to be there for him.
I bent down and kissed his little forehead, I held on to him so tight and told him over and over again, "Momma loves you" I rubbed his paws and he laid his head in my lap. We had James give him love for the last time and Jeremy bent over and told him what a good dog he had been. Jeremy asked if I wanted to be there when they did the procedure and I said yes. As we all set there and waited for the doctor to come in, I thought about all the things I was going to miss. I thought about him no longer having to suffer and I could feel God's presence in the room with us. The doctor came in and gave him the first of two shots. The first shot would make him really sleepy. Gunnar just looked up at me, as if to say it's okay Momma and Daddy, it's okay. Then the next shot. I couldn't watch, I just kept looking into Gunnar's eyes and right before he took his last breathe, I really did see a light in his eyes. I don't know if dog's go to Heaven, but that is sure what it looked like to me. I like to think that they do. The nurse finally said he is completely gone and Jeremy and I both lost it. We were told we could have him burried in the pet cementary in Cherryville, NC or we could have his ashes. Jeremy and I opted to get his ashes. We plan on scattering them in the back yard, where Gunnar loved to run around and play.
I don't know how to describe the feeling I had leaving there. I suppose if I had to pick just one word, it would be empty. I opened the car door and there was Gunnar's leash sitting on the console. This was going to be a rough day. We came home and Jeremy immediately starting putting Gunnar's stuff away. I walked in the laundry room and saw Gunnar's throw toy and ball and lost it all over again. I looked outside and realized we would no longer get to the throw the ball to him. I guess you could say we all cried on and off all day yesterday. I think what really hit us both though, was when James walked into the laundry room and realized Gunnar's water bowl was no longer there. He came out and started yelling "Gunnar" over and over again. I had to tell him, I am sorry baby, but Gunnar's not here. How can I explain this to my 20 month old son? 8:00 came, Gunnar's dinner time and again I lost it. I will miss his whining when he knew he wasn't being feed on time. Bedtime rolled around and there was no telling Gunnar goodnight and that I will see him in the morning. There was no good morning wake up from Gunnar this morning when Jeremy's alarm went off and there was no snuggling with Gunnar in the bed after Jeremy left for work. There was simply just silence. Sometimes I swear I still hear him in the living room, licking himself, which I swear was so annoying, but right now I would give anything to hear and tell him, Gunnar stop. Jeremy and I layed in bed last night and I told Jeremy I knew Gunnar loved him.
I just hope my Gunnar knows how much we love him and how much he will be missed by all. Gunnar you were a good boy. I will NEVER forget you. I am so blessed that we got to be your parents. You were here for the ups and downs and always knew how to put a smile on our face. If you are in Heaven, I like to picture you up there running around and wagging that little tail of yours. I will miss snuggling up to you whenever I want. I will miss not playing fetch, I will miss not sneaking you food behind Daddy's back, I will miss you not barking every time there is a knock at the door, I will miss you not going for a ride with us, but most of all, I will miss what a sweet and loving dog you were. You will forever be Momma's baby! RIP Gunnar Welch! We love and miss you terribly!
-Momma, Daddy and James-
Thursday, November 18, 2010
Update on Baby Izzy
Okay, so I just got the latest update from my friend September, in regards to baby Israel. He was going into surgery today so the doctors could insert what they call a gj tube. Basically it is a tube inserted into his stomach and intestines for feeding purposes. We are praying that little Izzy will start coughing so he can clear out any secretions in his lungs and a tracheotomy will not have to be performed. There is a plus to all of this though, Izzy is now responding to sound and can hear! God surely is working in this little boy's life. Please continue to lift him and his family up in prayer. Remember prayer is a very powerful thing and God ALWAYS hears us when we call out! I will continue to post as the updates come in. Thanks for all your continued support and prayers. They are most appreciated! Thanks and God Bless! God is Great!
Friday, November 12, 2010
Praying for Baby Izzy
I have always believed in God's Grace and his ever amazing Miracles. Afterall Miracles happen every day. I don't know much about little baby Israel "Izzy" and his family, but one thing I do know is that they desperately need our prayers. Izzy is a 5 month old little boy and is currently in the hospital in PA. He was found not breathing almost two weeks ago and the doctors have determined that it was atleast for 30 minutes. They did an MRI and determined there was no brain activity except for his brain telling his lungs to breathe. I have been told by my friend, September, who gives me updates when she can, that he will open his eyes and can move his limbs, but this is simply just his nerves making him do this and not his brain. He was on a ventalator, but they were able to remove it and he is breathing on his own. With that came more bad news though, they found moisture on his lungs and this can lead to infection. I cannot even begin to imagine being in his parents shoes. It makes me realized just how truly blessed I am to have a happy and healthy 19 month old little boy running around. When I was first informed about Izzy, the first thing that came to mind was that this could be Jeremy and I. Tears began running down my face and I immediately ran to my son and picked him up. I held on to him for as long as he would let me and thought about what I would do if I were in Izzy's parents situation. Would I have the strength to make it through? Children are a blessing and a precious Miracle from God. What would I do without my Miracle?
I am asking that everyone stop and say a little prayer for Izzy and his parents everyday. Prayer is a powerful thing and without it, I don't know what we would do. I pray for wisdom in the doctors and strength for his parents and close family. Yes, I am praying for a Miracle and that God would touch Izzy and he would be able to say "Hello World" again, but most of all I pray that God's will be done in this little boy's life.
I am asking that everyone stop and say a little prayer for Izzy and his parents everyday. Prayer is a powerful thing and without it, I don't know what we would do. I pray for wisdom in the doctors and strength for his parents and close family. Yes, I am praying for a Miracle and that God would touch Izzy and he would be able to say "Hello World" again, but most of all I pray that God's will be done in this little boy's life.
Thursday, October 28, 2010
God's Cake
Hello Everybody,
As usual, I was skimming through my emails, deciding which ones were worth me reading and which ones I should just delete. For the most part I can say I delete many 100's of Forwards everyday, but for some reason, I decided I would open this one. It was an email (forward) from my Mom, simply entitled, "God's Cake". I have posted the story below. It kind of helps put things in perspective for us. Sometimes things might not always go our way, but like I have said before, and will keep saying, there is a meaning and a purpose to everything in life. No matter what the gunk maybe, sometimes it takes all that gunk for us to get the big picture, or what I like to call the final result. Most of the time, that gunk leads us straight to what we needed to find in the first place. Life may not always be easy, or carved out in stone for us, but if it takes all that gunk to get me where God wants me, then I say bring it on.
God's Cake
This is about the best thing I've ever read as an explanation. We all
wonder many many many times over WHY?
Sometimes we wonder, "What did I do to deserve this?" or "Why did God
have to do this to me?" Here is a wonderful explanation! A daughter is
telling her Mother how everything is going wrong, she's failing
algebra, her boyfriend broke up with her and her best friend is moving
away.
Meanwhile, her Mother is baking a cake and asks her daughter if she
would like a snack, and the daughter says, "Absolutely Mom, I love your
cake."
"Here, have some cooking oil," her Mother offers.
"Yuck" says her daughter.
"How about a couple raw eggs?" "Gross, Mom!"
"Would you like some flour then? Or maybe baking soda?"
"Mom, those are all yucky!"
To which the mother replies: "Yes, all those things seem bad all by
themselves. But when they are put together in the right way, they make
a wonderfully delicious cake! "
God works the same way. Many times we wonder why He would let us go
through such bad and difficult times. But God knows that when He puts
these things all in His order, they always work for good! We just have
to trust Him and, eventually, they will all make something wonderful!
God is crazy about you. He sends you flowers every spring and a sunrise
every morning.
Whenever you want to talk, He'll listen. He can live anywhere in the
universe, and He chose your heart.
As usual, I was skimming through my emails, deciding which ones were worth me reading and which ones I should just delete. For the most part I can say I delete many 100's of Forwards everyday, but for some reason, I decided I would open this one. It was an email (forward) from my Mom, simply entitled, "God's Cake". I have posted the story below. It kind of helps put things in perspective for us. Sometimes things might not always go our way, but like I have said before, and will keep saying, there is a meaning and a purpose to everything in life. No matter what the gunk maybe, sometimes it takes all that gunk for us to get the big picture, or what I like to call the final result. Most of the time, that gunk leads us straight to what we needed to find in the first place. Life may not always be easy, or carved out in stone for us, but if it takes all that gunk to get me where God wants me, then I say bring it on.
God's Cake
This is about the best thing I've ever read as an explanation. We all
wonder many many many times over WHY?
Sometimes we wonder, "What did I do to deserve this?" or "Why did God
have to do this to me?" Here is a wonderful explanation! A daughter is
telling her Mother how everything is going wrong, she's failing
algebra, her boyfriend broke up with her and her best friend is moving
away.
Meanwhile, her Mother is baking a cake and asks her daughter if she
would like a snack, and the daughter says, "Absolutely Mom, I love your
cake."
"Here, have some cooking oil," her Mother offers.
"Yuck" says her daughter.
"How about a couple raw eggs?" "Gross, Mom!"
"Would you like some flour then? Or maybe baking soda?"
"Mom, those are all yucky!"
To which the mother replies: "Yes, all those things seem bad all by
themselves. But when they are put together in the right way, they make
a wonderfully delicious cake! "
God works the same way. Many times we wonder why He would let us go
through such bad and difficult times. But God knows that when He puts
these things all in His order, they always work for good! We just have
to trust Him and, eventually, they will all make something wonderful!
God is crazy about you. He sends you flowers every spring and a sunrise
every morning.
Whenever you want to talk, He'll listen. He can live anywhere in the
universe, and He chose your heart.
Thursday, October 21, 2010
Count Your Blessings
Normally I try and think about the things I can blog about, somehow hoping that inspiration will come my way. Well, today it did. I decided to drive into Lincolnton earlier today just to get out of the house and make my weekly trip to the Dollar Tree. One would think the employees there would know me and my son by name, after all, I only shop there, like EVERY week. I swear between the Dollar Tree and Wally World, they are my home away from home and thank God for them. As usual, James and I walked around and did a little shopping. I decided I would go ahead and buy a few baby shower items for my bestfriend, Amy who is pregnant and due in the beginning of April. The plates, napkins and cups were just all to cute to pass up. So, after making our purchase, James and I headed off to Subway to pick up some lunch. A Marinated Meatball Sub was calling my name and I just had to have it. As we pulled into the parking lot I noticed an older man looking at the ground and he was kind of dirty, but me being in a hurry and with that sub calling my name, I quickly got James out of the car and we made our way into Subway. I placed my order and out the door we went. This time, I noticed the man again. He was standing by the stop sign and bent over looking for change. His hair looked liked it hadn't been washed in days and his clothes had very noticeable stains. He did not appraoch me, but as I sat in my car with my son, about to head home, I realized just how selfesh I can be at times. Here is a man looking on the ground for every bit of change and here I am in my car, I just stopped for lunch, I have had a shower and my clothes are clean. I sat there for a minute before I pulled off and watched the older man as he crossed the street. I immediatley thought, maybe I should give him some money, but knowing that I only had my bank card on me, crushed my spirit. As we drove off and headed towards our house, I couldn't help, but think of all the blessings God has bestowed upon me. I have a roof over my head, clothes to keep me warm and food to put in my mouth. Most importantly I have a place to call HOME! There are so many things in life that we take forgranted and sometimes we all can be so selfesh! As we pulled into the drive way, I thought to myself, what if that person were me? What if I was the one standing by the stop sign, bent over and looking for change? Would someone help me? Or would they just walk away? This brought many tears to my eyes and made me realize how much I should count my blessings. You may think you have everything in the world, but in an instant it can all be gone. It made me realize, I shouldn't care so much about the material things. Do we need money to survive? Of Course, but money only goes so far and money isn't everything. Clothes with designer tags are just the same as those from Wally World. Just be thankful you have something to keep you warm. I hope this man will be a reminder to me every day, especially now with the holidays quickly approaching. I need to start thinking more about others and not so much about myself. I shall forever count my blessings and I will never forget this man for reminding me just how blessed I truly am. Thank you God for giving me so much more than I deserve!
Thursday, October 14, 2010
The Neighbors Chickens
Okay, so if you know where I live, you pretty much already know that is considered Redneckville. Or at least that is what I like to call it. I mean heck, we live literally five minutes up the road from a town called Boger City and Lincolnton. The name Boger City pretty much gives it away. Anyhow, behind our house lives our neighbor who owns Chickens and Roosters and at one point, I believe they had goats. Maybe they still do, but I haven't seen or heard them in quite some time. Well apparently, these chickens really are FREE Range Chickens. They Should be called FREE ROAMING chickens, because they sure do LOVE to ROAM our yard. I mean, if I get woken up at 4-5 in the morning one more time by my dog literally barking his head off and scaring the ever loving piss out of me, I am going to SCREAM. You see, it wouldn't be so bad if our back door was all metal, but it's not. It's one of those glass doors, you know the kind where you can see everybody and everything outside and they too can see you. Not only must my dog, Gunnar, bark extremely loud, but he finds the need to pounce on the door as if in attack mode. I am seriously waiting for him to break the glass one day. I am thinking we need to invest in some blinds or curatains here soon. Bye-Bye Unemployment money, Momma's gotta go buy some blinds! LOL...
So, in having said all this, if you two are an owner of FREE ROAMING chickens, please make sure that you have a sturdy gate (with no holes), so your chickens don't get out and the neighborhood dogs don't think it's hunting season every day of the week!
So, in having said all this, if you two are an owner of FREE ROAMING chickens, please make sure that you have a sturdy gate (with no holes), so your chickens don't get out and the neighborhood dogs don't think it's hunting season every day of the week!
Monday, October 11, 2010
If I Could Ask God a Few Questions...
Just like many people, I have always wondered what God's reply might be to some of my questions? Whether the questions be big or small, I still wonder what the Creator of the World might say. So, I have compossed a short list of questions I would LOVE to ask him someday. So, lets get started with the following.
1. Why did Eve have to eat the apple first?
2. Where do boogers really come from, what is there purpose and why do we seem to have more when we are sick with a cold?
3. Will we need to pee and poop in Heaven?
4. Do all Dogs go to Heaven?
5. Is there really a cure for AIDS out there?
6. What really happened to the Dinosaurs?
7. How come some people have more struggles than others?
8. Who really shot JFK?
9. Do you have a favorite color?
10. Will I get to eat Chicken and Dumplings in Heaven?
11. Why do Men have to be so Stubborn?
12. Will we remember those left behind?
13.Will I ever patent my invention for Human Bumper Cars?
14. How come when I make a salad at home, it doesn't taste near as good as that of a restuarant?
15. Why must there be rich and poor?
16. Do you like to Dance?
17. Do you have a favorite song?
18. Why must our bodies create gas?
19. What was Mary thinking when Jesus was born?
20. Why only two of each animal when Noah was building the ark?
Have you ever wondered what you might ask when you see your Maker's face? I know I do all the time. Some questions might seem more significant than others, but many people spend billions of dollars each year, asking doctors and "physics" for the all the answers. Why not ask the One who has the answers to EVERYTHING?
To be Continued...
1. Why did Eve have to eat the apple first?
2. Where do boogers really come from, what is there purpose and why do we seem to have more when we are sick with a cold?
3. Will we need to pee and poop in Heaven?
4. Do all Dogs go to Heaven?
5. Is there really a cure for AIDS out there?
6. What really happened to the Dinosaurs?
7. How come some people have more struggles than others?
8. Who really shot JFK?
9. Do you have a favorite color?
10. Will I get to eat Chicken and Dumplings in Heaven?
11. Why do Men have to be so Stubborn?
12. Will we remember those left behind?
13.Will I ever patent my invention for Human Bumper Cars?
14. How come when I make a salad at home, it doesn't taste near as good as that of a restuarant?
15. Why must there be rich and poor?
16. Do you like to Dance?
17. Do you have a favorite song?
18. Why must our bodies create gas?
19. What was Mary thinking when Jesus was born?
20. Why only two of each animal when Noah was building the ark?
Have you ever wondered what you might ask when you see your Maker's face? I know I do all the time. Some questions might seem more significant than others, but many people spend billions of dollars each year, asking doctors and "physics" for the all the answers. Why not ask the One who has the answers to EVERYTHING?
To be Continued...
Friday, October 8, 2010
This One's For You Amy...
So, I have decided to take a trip down memory lane for a minute. I decided to blog about this because last night, just like every night before bed, my mind aways starts to wonder. I think this is why I have trouble going to sleep most nights, but last nights wonderings were of good times. I literally started busting out laughing while laying in bed. Before I can say why, let me first tell you about my Best Friend, Amy. I don't think she would mind me blogging about her, but just in case, Amy, here is my apology in advance. LOL
Amy, is a lot like me, very Strong willed and very STUBBORN at times. We also have our differences though. We have been bestfriends or bestgirls, as we would call ourselves since we were just little squirts. You could tell this, because we were literally at each other's houses every chance we got. If Amy was going somewhere, you could also bet that I was going to be there too. We were like, as Forest Gump would put it, "Like Peas and Carrots" We did everything together and made the most of it while doing it. I consider her Mom, Linda to be my 2nd Mom. I also consider myself very blessed to have a true friend like her. Amy, Hun, I love you! Don't change for anything!
Amy and I have had our share of heartbreak(s), but we have also had some of the best days of our lives. (Side note-I now have Kellie Pickler's song in my head) So, with that being said, Let's take a little trip down memory lane. Are you ready Amy? Cause here we go. How about we start with softball. Amy and I both used to play softball for Northside Baptist Church in Charlotte, NC. Man were those the days!!! I normally played Short Stop or First Base and Amy was normally the Pitcher. We spent many hours praticing in our parents front yards. She was Lil' A and I was, as Amy's Dad would call me, Big D. Why I couldn't be Lil' D is beyond me. I always assumed it was because I was kind of chunky. Who knows? Rick, do you have the answer? It's okay if you thought I was chunky too! Haha
Anyway, I can remember always getting prepared and warmed up for our games. God forbid it rained, or we would be SOOOOOOOOOO MAD! I think I can even remember some of the silly little cheers we had if I try hard enough. "We need a single, just a little single, S-I-N-G-L-E, single, single, single" That is far better than the traditonal "Diarrhea Song". Yes, you all know what I am talking about...when your sliding into first and you feel a little burst...you get the point. Well, normally we would have our games on Saturday Mornings. As we got a little older, we both moved onto different teams. I remember good ole Mallard Creek. Anyway, our older sisters, Nichole and Stacy are also close in age and also grew up together. They both worked at Diary Queen off Mallard Creek Church Road and our parents would sometimes take us there after the game. Of course being younger sisters and knowing that our older sisters had to clean up before they could punch out for the night, it was tradition for Amy and I to spit, spit balls everywhere, and I do mean everywhere. Looking back now, I realize how retarded we were, but at the time, it was our revenge! LOL
So, Nichole and Stacy, if you too, are reading this, I am sorry! I sure do appreciate all the hook ups on those Oreo Blizzards though...umm, I can taste it now. I guess that is why I was so chunky? Rick?
Now, moving onto our teenage years...
Here came the dating and rebellious years...OH BOY! Remember how I said we were both Stubborn, well, yeah, some of us more than others. HINT, HINT
Amy has always been the "tell you like it is" kind of person, which in most cases would get her in trouble. I would kind of take my chances from time to time, but not Amy, if she wanted to do something, no one was going to stop her. So when it came to boyfriends and going out on dates, someone telling her no, was not going to be an issue. So, here came good ole Big Bob Stog (Amy's first true boyfriend, as I like to call him). Bobby is his first name. Bobby and Amy went to the same school together and I knew how much she liked him because she was willing to stay after school and watch him play baseball. Pretty soon, Amy and Bobby were officially a couple. Which now, brings me to our First Double Date. I had never been out on an official date, sure there were the Elementary boyfriends and little crushes, but never a guy coming to my house to pick me up and take me out on a date. I think my Mom was more excited than I was. I remember because, we just had to go shopping! I was more worried about puking all over the place than I was about my outfit for the night. Thank God, my Bestgirl was going to be right there with me. So here comes my date, David, to pick us up. Like I said thank God Amy was there with me! So, we all get in the car and head up towards Huntersville to go to Fudruckers for dinner. My date asks me what I want and I think I told him a small order of fries (Big Spender that I am). Again I was more worried about puking all over me and my date. So we have dinner and normally one has conversation, but me, NOOO. I think I kept my mouth shut the whole entire time. From there we decide to ride out to the driving range, where I had never been. I don't even think I had picked up a golf club before. Man, was this going to be interesting. So, Amy goes, then Bobby and then David. Now it's my turn. So I take a couple swings and hit the first couple of balls. Then I think to myself, piece of cake, I got this. Thing is, I didn't have this. I go to swing and instead my golf club goes flying into the green. I think I about wet myself from laughing so hard. Great start to this double date! I still to this day don't know what my date was thinking. So, moving on. From the driving range we headed out to the Movies. Which was perfect for me cause again I don't think I had said anything all night. Again, thankful my bestgirl was right there with me. After the movie it is time to take Big Bob Stog home. We arrive at his house and Amy and Bobby go inside. At this point I am thinking "oh crap, I have got to say something" so, let the awkward silence begin. FINALLY, here comes Amy back to the car (what were you two doing? Sucking face?) So, it's now back to my house so my date can finally drop me off. So here we are, me, Amy and David all riding in the car, dead silence. Next thing I know an advertisement comes on the radio for Mother's Day. Finally something to talk about! I say "Oh My Gosh, Mother's Day is this weekend? I haven't gotten my Mom anything yet" Those were literally the only words I said all night. How pathetic! It's hard to believe I was asked out on another date by David, but I was. Just like Amy and Bobby, David and I had some good times, but then the breakups came for both Amy and I. As the months past on, we two moved on and found new boyfriends. So here came the two Jason's. We used to always have to say, wait, My Jason or your Jason? It was a bit confusing at times. Now remember the rebellious part I was talking about earlier? Yeah, well we will get to that in a minute and also the reason behind me laughing last night. Amy met Jason (now her hubby) while working at old Navy together. Lord I thought this girl was CrAzY about Bobby...now she was even more CrAzy over Jason. The girl was IN LOVE. You know someone has it bad when they are off work, but still go into work just to see their boyfriend. Yeah, that person was Amy. I think I spent 70% of my time at Old Navy with her, and half the time I didn't even buy anything. Somethings definitley not right with this picture. Anyway, both Jason's, Amy and I all spent a lot of our time together. Needless to say, my Dad was not a big fan of my Jason. Which brings me to the laughing part...Amy was spending the weekend with me as usual and so being the rebellious teenagers that we were, and having had my Dad tell me I was not to see Jason that weekend. We began our plot to "sneak out". You see my room was located just off the back deck and it was "easy" to crawl in and out the window. Or so we thought. I had no intention of "sneaking" out until Amy's Jason called and said we could me up some where with my Jason. That's when the wheels began to turn in my head, so, being the GREAT friend that I am, I agreed we would "sneak" out that night. So, Amy says lets practice crawling in and out of the window. I figure, why not let Amy try first. My bed was already up against the wall, so all we had to do was step off the bed and crawl right through. Piece of Cake. So, Amy goes and makes it out. Now it's time to crawl back in. (Again Piece of Cake)Ummmm, not so much. Amy literally gets stuck in my bedroom window. Her Butt is literally hanging out the otherside and I am trying so hard not to laugh because God forbid we get caught. I had a candle holder also against the wall that went flying. Of course it was green, so it left a big green mark all down my wall. I can still remember my Mom asking "Where did that big green mark come from"? So, needless to say there was no "sneaking" out that night. Remember, I was Big D and if Lil A couldn't get back in, how the heck was I?
So as my mind was wondering last night, that is what it came to. I can still remember Amy saying "Oh $%^&, I think I am stuck" "Your gonna have to help me" and that candle flying down my wall.
Amy we have had some good times and I wouldn't trade them for anything in the world! Here's to many more good memories to come! Love You!
Amy, is a lot like me, very Strong willed and very STUBBORN at times. We also have our differences though. We have been bestfriends or bestgirls, as we would call ourselves since we were just little squirts. You could tell this, because we were literally at each other's houses every chance we got. If Amy was going somewhere, you could also bet that I was going to be there too. We were like, as Forest Gump would put it, "Like Peas and Carrots" We did everything together and made the most of it while doing it. I consider her Mom, Linda to be my 2nd Mom. I also consider myself very blessed to have a true friend like her. Amy, Hun, I love you! Don't change for anything!
Amy and I have had our share of heartbreak(s), but we have also had some of the best days of our lives. (Side note-I now have Kellie Pickler's song in my head) So, with that being said, Let's take a little trip down memory lane. Are you ready Amy? Cause here we go. How about we start with softball. Amy and I both used to play softball for Northside Baptist Church in Charlotte, NC. Man were those the days!!! I normally played Short Stop or First Base and Amy was normally the Pitcher. We spent many hours praticing in our parents front yards. She was Lil' A and I was, as Amy's Dad would call me, Big D. Why I couldn't be Lil' D is beyond me. I always assumed it was because I was kind of chunky. Who knows? Rick, do you have the answer? It's okay if you thought I was chunky too! Haha
Anyway, I can remember always getting prepared and warmed up for our games. God forbid it rained, or we would be SOOOOOOOOOO MAD! I think I can even remember some of the silly little cheers we had if I try hard enough. "We need a single, just a little single, S-I-N-G-L-E, single, single, single" That is far better than the traditonal "Diarrhea Song". Yes, you all know what I am talking about...when your sliding into first and you feel a little burst...you get the point. Well, normally we would have our games on Saturday Mornings. As we got a little older, we both moved onto different teams. I remember good ole Mallard Creek. Anyway, our older sisters, Nichole and Stacy are also close in age and also grew up together. They both worked at Diary Queen off Mallard Creek Church Road and our parents would sometimes take us there after the game. Of course being younger sisters and knowing that our older sisters had to clean up before they could punch out for the night, it was tradition for Amy and I to spit, spit balls everywhere, and I do mean everywhere. Looking back now, I realize how retarded we were, but at the time, it was our revenge! LOL
So, Nichole and Stacy, if you too, are reading this, I am sorry! I sure do appreciate all the hook ups on those Oreo Blizzards though...umm, I can taste it now. I guess that is why I was so chunky? Rick?
Now, moving onto our teenage years...
Here came the dating and rebellious years...OH BOY! Remember how I said we were both Stubborn, well, yeah, some of us more than others. HINT, HINT
Amy has always been the "tell you like it is" kind of person, which in most cases would get her in trouble. I would kind of take my chances from time to time, but not Amy, if she wanted to do something, no one was going to stop her. So when it came to boyfriends and going out on dates, someone telling her no, was not going to be an issue. So, here came good ole Big Bob Stog (Amy's first true boyfriend, as I like to call him). Bobby is his first name. Bobby and Amy went to the same school together and I knew how much she liked him because she was willing to stay after school and watch him play baseball. Pretty soon, Amy and Bobby were officially a couple. Which now, brings me to our First Double Date. I had never been out on an official date, sure there were the Elementary boyfriends and little crushes, but never a guy coming to my house to pick me up and take me out on a date. I think my Mom was more excited than I was. I remember because, we just had to go shopping! I was more worried about puking all over the place than I was about my outfit for the night. Thank God, my Bestgirl was going to be right there with me. So here comes my date, David, to pick us up. Like I said thank God Amy was there with me! So, we all get in the car and head up towards Huntersville to go to Fudruckers for dinner. My date asks me what I want and I think I told him a small order of fries (Big Spender that I am). Again I was more worried about puking all over me and my date. So we have dinner and normally one has conversation, but me, NOOO. I think I kept my mouth shut the whole entire time. From there we decide to ride out to the driving range, where I had never been. I don't even think I had picked up a golf club before. Man, was this going to be interesting. So, Amy goes, then Bobby and then David. Now it's my turn. So I take a couple swings and hit the first couple of balls. Then I think to myself, piece of cake, I got this. Thing is, I didn't have this. I go to swing and instead my golf club goes flying into the green. I think I about wet myself from laughing so hard. Great start to this double date! I still to this day don't know what my date was thinking. So, moving on. From the driving range we headed out to the Movies. Which was perfect for me cause again I don't think I had said anything all night. Again, thankful my bestgirl was right there with me. After the movie it is time to take Big Bob Stog home. We arrive at his house and Amy and Bobby go inside. At this point I am thinking "oh crap, I have got to say something" so, let the awkward silence begin. FINALLY, here comes Amy back to the car (what were you two doing? Sucking face?) So, it's now back to my house so my date can finally drop me off. So here we are, me, Amy and David all riding in the car, dead silence. Next thing I know an advertisement comes on the radio for Mother's Day. Finally something to talk about! I say "Oh My Gosh, Mother's Day is this weekend? I haven't gotten my Mom anything yet" Those were literally the only words I said all night. How pathetic! It's hard to believe I was asked out on another date by David, but I was. Just like Amy and Bobby, David and I had some good times, but then the breakups came for both Amy and I. As the months past on, we two moved on and found new boyfriends. So here came the two Jason's. We used to always have to say, wait, My Jason or your Jason? It was a bit confusing at times. Now remember the rebellious part I was talking about earlier? Yeah, well we will get to that in a minute and also the reason behind me laughing last night. Amy met Jason (now her hubby) while working at old Navy together. Lord I thought this girl was CrAzY about Bobby...now she was even more CrAzy over Jason. The girl was IN LOVE. You know someone has it bad when they are off work, but still go into work just to see their boyfriend. Yeah, that person was Amy. I think I spent 70% of my time at Old Navy with her, and half the time I didn't even buy anything. Somethings definitley not right with this picture. Anyway, both Jason's, Amy and I all spent a lot of our time together. Needless to say, my Dad was not a big fan of my Jason. Which brings me to the laughing part...Amy was spending the weekend with me as usual and so being the rebellious teenagers that we were, and having had my Dad tell me I was not to see Jason that weekend. We began our plot to "sneak out". You see my room was located just off the back deck and it was "easy" to crawl in and out the window. Or so we thought. I had no intention of "sneaking" out until Amy's Jason called and said we could me up some where with my Jason. That's when the wheels began to turn in my head, so, being the GREAT friend that I am, I agreed we would "sneak" out that night. So, Amy says lets practice crawling in and out of the window. I figure, why not let Amy try first. My bed was already up against the wall, so all we had to do was step off the bed and crawl right through. Piece of Cake. So, Amy goes and makes it out. Now it's time to crawl back in. (Again Piece of Cake)Ummmm, not so much. Amy literally gets stuck in my bedroom window. Her Butt is literally hanging out the otherside and I am trying so hard not to laugh because God forbid we get caught. I had a candle holder also against the wall that went flying. Of course it was green, so it left a big green mark all down my wall. I can still remember my Mom asking "Where did that big green mark come from"? So, needless to say there was no "sneaking" out that night. Remember, I was Big D and if Lil A couldn't get back in, how the heck was I?
So as my mind was wondering last night, that is what it came to. I can still remember Amy saying "Oh $%^&, I think I am stuck" "Your gonna have to help me" and that candle flying down my wall.
Amy we have had some good times and I wouldn't trade them for anything in the world! Here's to many more good memories to come! Love You!
Thursday, October 7, 2010
A Blessing In Disguise
Okay, so I have debated on where I should start my Blog History. I have finally decided that I will take you back to July 17th 2009 when I lost my job of 3 and 1/2 years. It's funny the things you can remember on days when bad things seem to happen to you, and how little you can recall details when something good happens. For me, I guess I knew what I was walking into that day, it honestly came as no surprise to me. I remember I had on a black dress and I can remember the horrible gut feeling I had as soon as I pulled into the parking lot at work. It was one of those feelings that you get when you know your about to hear/get the most horrific news. I guess it was God's way of preparing me for what was to follow that day. I walked in, clocked in as usual and begin my daily chat with the girls to catch up on the last's nights happenings. Boy did we ever have some stories to tell...Most of the conversations started as "So last night" or "OMG your so not going to believe this" or my favorite from my friend (we'll call her H), "I am sooooooooooooo EXCITED" that one never got old. After chatting with the girls and checking the billion(s) of emails I had and beginning my daily work rountine, I finally turned to the girls and said and I quote "I think they are going to let me go today" I can remember the CrAzY looks I got from my co workers, and them saying over and over again, "Dallas you are crazy" "Why would they let you go?" When I started to pack up my things on and around my desk before lunch time, I think that's when they finally realized just how serious I was being. I literally stuffed garbage bags full of my belongings and carried them downstairs during my lunch break. I can still remember the call I made to my hubby and telling him I wanted him to be prepared because I thought I might lose my job that day. To my surprise he remained calm and reassured me everything would be okay no matter what the outcome. Those were the words I needed to hear.
After lunch, I clocked back in and again my co-workers all told me I was crazy and that I needed to un-pack my stuff because I wasn't going anywhere. Around 3:30ish that day, I finally decided to get up and go tell others that I was close too that I thought this might be my last day. Again the comments came. I can remember one of them coming by with a note (which I still have today) and it simply saying "Stay Positive" with a huge smiley face on it.
Finally at 4:30 I got the dreaded email from my Supervisor stating to please come see her before I clocked out for the day. Right then and there I knew exactlty what was about to happen, but at the same time, I had wonderful peace come over me and I heard a small voice telling me "Everything will be just fine" I grabbed some of my things and made my way down the hall to my supervisor's desk. That walk seemed like it took an eternity! From there we made our way in the Human Resource office and of course here came the horrific news. I remember I didn't cry, which for me is very unusual. I did get a little teary eyed, but I never cried. I can recall being so proud of myself for that. Why I don't know, I guess it was just a feeling of satisfaction for me. After "talking" I walked back over to my desk and packed up the rest of my belongings. I had some help from one of the IT guys, and in case you are reading this ( thanks), you don't know how much I appreciate that. I remember getting in my car and leaving. I remember thinking over and over again, What am I going to do? Where is the money going to come from? Why am I so stupid? Why did this have to happen to me? What is the purpose of this? Well, some of that I am still trying to figure out. I may not have all the answers, but one thing I do know is that God has a plan for me. I have always said that when one door closes, another one opens and I still believe in that saying today. Whether the purpose of me losing my job was so that I could spend time with my son and actually get to enjoy watching him grow up, or just to open my eyes to other opportunities, this truly has been a blessing in disguise. I was approved for Unemployment, and even though it's not much, God has provided and continues to provide! Sure there have been days that I have struggled and thought, "okay God, what is to become of this"? Sure there have been plently of days that I have thought "Will I EVER find a job"? And even though I have literally applied for 200+ jobs now, I know that something awesome is out there and waiting for me. I know this because I have faith in God. One of my good friends, Jason, that I talk to often via chat on facebook reminded me of Matthews 6:28-34. It simply states this: "And why do you worry about your clothes? See how the lilies of the field grow. They do not labor or spin. Yet I tell you not even Soloman in all his splendor was dressed like one of these. If that is how God clothes the grass of the field, which is here today and tomorrow is thrown into the fire, will he not much more clothe you, O you of little faith? So do not worry, saying, What shall we eat, or what shall we drink? Or what shall we wear? For the pagans run after all these things, and your Heavenly Father knows that you need them. But seek first his kingdom and his righteousness, and all these things will be given to you as well. Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of it's own." So, I have told myself not to stress and not to worry, for I know that God will take care of me, for I am a child of his. Yes, I get tired of sitting at my house most weeks, but the end result will be something great, I just know it!
After lunch, I clocked back in and again my co-workers all told me I was crazy and that I needed to un-pack my stuff because I wasn't going anywhere. Around 3:30ish that day, I finally decided to get up and go tell others that I was close too that I thought this might be my last day. Again the comments came. I can remember one of them coming by with a note (which I still have today) and it simply saying "Stay Positive" with a huge smiley face on it.
Finally at 4:30 I got the dreaded email from my Supervisor stating to please come see her before I clocked out for the day. Right then and there I knew exactlty what was about to happen, but at the same time, I had wonderful peace come over me and I heard a small voice telling me "Everything will be just fine" I grabbed some of my things and made my way down the hall to my supervisor's desk. That walk seemed like it took an eternity! From there we made our way in the Human Resource office and of course here came the horrific news. I remember I didn't cry, which for me is very unusual. I did get a little teary eyed, but I never cried. I can recall being so proud of myself for that. Why I don't know, I guess it was just a feeling of satisfaction for me. After "talking" I walked back over to my desk and packed up the rest of my belongings. I had some help from one of the IT guys, and in case you are reading this ( thanks), you don't know how much I appreciate that. I remember getting in my car and leaving. I remember thinking over and over again, What am I going to do? Where is the money going to come from? Why am I so stupid? Why did this have to happen to me? What is the purpose of this? Well, some of that I am still trying to figure out. I may not have all the answers, but one thing I do know is that God has a plan for me. I have always said that when one door closes, another one opens and I still believe in that saying today. Whether the purpose of me losing my job was so that I could spend time with my son and actually get to enjoy watching him grow up, or just to open my eyes to other opportunities, this truly has been a blessing in disguise. I was approved for Unemployment, and even though it's not much, God has provided and continues to provide! Sure there have been days that I have struggled and thought, "okay God, what is to become of this"? Sure there have been plently of days that I have thought "Will I EVER find a job"? And even though I have literally applied for 200+ jobs now, I know that something awesome is out there and waiting for me. I know this because I have faith in God. One of my good friends, Jason, that I talk to often via chat on facebook reminded me of Matthews 6:28-34. It simply states this: "And why do you worry about your clothes? See how the lilies of the field grow. They do not labor or spin. Yet I tell you not even Soloman in all his splendor was dressed like one of these. If that is how God clothes the grass of the field, which is here today and tomorrow is thrown into the fire, will he not much more clothe you, O you of little faith? So do not worry, saying, What shall we eat, or what shall we drink? Or what shall we wear? For the pagans run after all these things, and your Heavenly Father knows that you need them. But seek first his kingdom and his righteousness, and all these things will be given to you as well. Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of it's own." So, I have told myself not to stress and not to worry, for I know that God will take care of me, for I am a child of his. Yes, I get tired of sitting at my house most weeks, but the end result will be something great, I just know it!
A Little About Me...
Dally, Dilly Dally, Dilly Dally O'Malley, Tex, Smiley Anne, these are all names that I have been called many of times, but most of you know me as Dallas Welch, formerly, Dallas Dulin. I am the proud child of Larry and Laura Dulin. I am 28 years old (HOLY COW), have a wonderful husband, Jeremy and a son, James, who by far is the light of my world. We also have a dog, Gunnar, who I have spoiled rotten. We now live in good ole Iron Station, NC. Yes, people always ask, "where the heck is Iron Station?" Well, if you know where Lincolnton, NC is, you can pretty much consider me there. We are literally five minuntes up the road. I married my husband, Jeremy on February 4th of 2006, even though are marriage certificate will tell you otherwise. In April of 2008, we decided we would try to start up our family and well, on March 21st 2009, our Miracle, James Ryan Welch finally arrived. He is my Butter Bean, My Nugget, Stinkbug, and Bundle of Joy all wrapped up in one. It's hard to imagine my life without him. There is not a day that goes by that he does not make me smile. God has truly blessed me! Even though, Gunnar and James have jealously issues at times, they are my babies and I love them to pieces.
Jeremy is my rock. He is one of the hardest workers I have ever met and one of the most stubborn men I have ever met in my life too! He always puts James and I first and I am truly thankful to God for bringing him into my life. Even though we met in Middle School, we did not start dating until our College Years. It's funny how God puts certain people in your life. Even though you might not get the full picture now, trust me, someday you will. If someone would have asked me 11 years ago, "Hey do you think you will grow up to Marry Jeremy Welch"? My answer then would have been no. Boy was I WRONG! God brings certain people in your life, just when you need them the most. He has a plan and a purpose for EVERYTHING!
Now, about Gunnar, Gunnar is my big baby, my Gunnie Guns or as I like to call him, my Huckleberry Fin. Where I came up with those names? Who knows? Poor Dog. Gunnar is now 5 years old (I think), he is a weimeraner and requires A LOT of attention. Jeremy and I got him before we were married, so I guess you could call him Jeremy's dog, but ultimatley, I am responsible for spoiling him. Jeremy is definitley his Master. If Gunnar runs off I could yell at him for days to "get back over here". Jeremy, noooooooo, all Jeremy has to do is say "Come here boy" and just like a fat kid running towards the ice cream truck, here comes Gunnar running and wagging his tail. Go figure! Gunnar is my snuggle buddy, and he literally thinks he is human when it comes to bedtime. He's gotta be there, right smack up against you. Makes you feel like your in a Hot box or something. He especially comes in handy on those cold winter nights. He is my buddy and I wouldn't trade him for the world. I could do without his annoying licking sounds at 3 in the morning, but other than that, I really can't complain. He is a good dog.
So, why start a Blog? Well, good question. I have always enjoyed reading the stories of other people lives. Whether it be good times, or hardships, I am a sucker for a good blog. So, I guess I decided why not? I consider myself somewhat of an interesting person, I have many stories to tell, some not so exciting as others, but hey, I'll give it a whirl. Afterall, everyone has a story to tell...
Jeremy is my rock. He is one of the hardest workers I have ever met and one of the most stubborn men I have ever met in my life too! He always puts James and I first and I am truly thankful to God for bringing him into my life. Even though we met in Middle School, we did not start dating until our College Years. It's funny how God puts certain people in your life. Even though you might not get the full picture now, trust me, someday you will. If someone would have asked me 11 years ago, "Hey do you think you will grow up to Marry Jeremy Welch"? My answer then would have been no. Boy was I WRONG! God brings certain people in your life, just when you need them the most. He has a plan and a purpose for EVERYTHING!
Now, about Gunnar, Gunnar is my big baby, my Gunnie Guns or as I like to call him, my Huckleberry Fin. Where I came up with those names? Who knows? Poor Dog. Gunnar is now 5 years old (I think), he is a weimeraner and requires A LOT of attention. Jeremy and I got him before we were married, so I guess you could call him Jeremy's dog, but ultimatley, I am responsible for spoiling him. Jeremy is definitley his Master. If Gunnar runs off I could yell at him for days to "get back over here". Jeremy, noooooooo, all Jeremy has to do is say "Come here boy" and just like a fat kid running towards the ice cream truck, here comes Gunnar running and wagging his tail. Go figure! Gunnar is my snuggle buddy, and he literally thinks he is human when it comes to bedtime. He's gotta be there, right smack up against you. Makes you feel like your in a Hot box or something. He especially comes in handy on those cold winter nights. He is my buddy and I wouldn't trade him for the world. I could do without his annoying licking sounds at 3 in the morning, but other than that, I really can't complain. He is a good dog.
So, why start a Blog? Well, good question. I have always enjoyed reading the stories of other people lives. Whether it be good times, or hardships, I am a sucker for a good blog. So, I guess I decided why not? I consider myself somewhat of an interesting person, I have many stories to tell, some not so exciting as others, but hey, I'll give it a whirl. Afterall, everyone has a story to tell...
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