Thoughts...

Six little feet that run through these halls.
Six more feet that run on streets of gold.
Six pairs of feet.
Six sets of blessings
and mama loves them all.

Silent mentors

I have had several individuals that stepped into very important roles in my life. All of whom I am truly grateful for the sacrifices they made; the impact they had on the choices I continue to make is incomprehensible.

But today I want to focus to those individuals that have affected my life and didn’t even know it. The ones I admired from afar, watched with a careful eye, and surprisingly continue to emulate even today. I don’t want to, nor do I think I could call them out individually; although I can distinctly recall most of them some of them I didn’t even “know”. They were the ones whose mere observations made such impressions on my life; mother’s who attended our church, a woman at a train depot, the clerk behind the counter, a couple on the tandem around the lake. I bring this up because I am entering that point in my life…that moment when I begin to shift from the mentee to the mentor…I know people are always watching me and my reactions and I want to make sure that I am putting my best foot forward in every situation. To those individuals who unknowingly impacted my life…thanks. Thanks for making me aware, that I too can and will be a mentor in my every day life.

TMI, could be a very appropriate title.

Have I mentioned that I LOVE to multitask? This afternoon my husband peered into the bathroom, rolled his eyes and remarked as he walked away: “You could at least put the book down while you are wiping.”

Simply had to laugh

A new kid joined my daughter’s First grade class after Christmas break. His name is also Jordan. This makes it difficult for the teacher to know whose work is whose. The students were asked to write the first letter of their last name, but in the case both last names happen to begin with M; so each of them are forced to write the first two letters of their last name…now my daughter’s work comes home with Jordan Me in the name slot.

I once worked with a gal whose initials were ME. We often had to initial communications, if I noticed that ME was already written I would write me too! What makes this story even more interesting is that if she were to marry her current boyfriend, and take his last name, her initials would be MY. That is why when my daughter’s work started coming home with Jordan Me on them I simply had to laugh.

This is the way we communicate

Actual conversation

Josh: Are you coming outside?

Billi Jo: Why?

Josh: Cuz I thought I’d show you how to use the “new” snow blower.


Actual meaning of the conversation

Josh: I have something I want you to learn.

Billi Jo: Why?

Josh: Cuz you are now in charge of snow removal.

I guess after a six year maternity leave I should have expected this…bring on the snow!

Can anyone else relate?

When Modern Technology Messes with My Routine.

We have an automatic garage door opener and a remote that allows me to remain in the vehicle as I depart from the garage. Lazy. I know. But I do love this tool, because it feeds my desire to multitask (driving away while closing the garage door). However, there are certain periods throughout the year that this much appreciated task becomes a complete, and udder, chore. Times when I am forced to pull my vehicle out of the garage, put it into park, grab the remote, and stand in front of the garage door while it is closing to block the suns rays from interfering with the sensors. So much for multitasking! I suppose I could bring my coffee with me and take a few sips as I stand there to watch my shadow.

I’m Back.

After a much needed sabbatical, I have returned.

Thanks to all of those who “checked-in” while I was away.

I am not sure where to begin or what to say. But know that all is well and that:

Today marks the day that I will stop putting off until tomorrow!

Caption Challenge and the winner is…

“at least it’s not in my eyes”

Dillon I simply could not resist taking these photos of you. I just love the scrunched up faces that two-year-olds make when ‘smiling’ for a picture; the hair was merely an added bonus. I was at a loss as to how I should capture this memory, so I put out a Caption Challenge on my blog to get ideas. I clearly had to go with the one Grandma Wilson provided; it brought back so many memories of her telling me to “get that hair out of your eyes”.


Second installment of Caption Challenge...

Live Life

There is a woman and to blog is her desire

but too many things her attention now requires

Life is good and the things in it are grand

right now to enjoy it will be her new stand

A Tribute to the Grandparents in Our Lives

Grandparents touch our lives in lots of different ways

Guiding each of us through life’s magnificent maze
Supplying support, making many memories, and offering advice
So that we do not have to rely on the roll of the dice
Grandparents honed their knowledge over the course of their lives
We benefit by listening to their stories in order to grow wise
Understanding their experiences will give us sensitivity
So that we have awareness when we face adversity
Grandparents are necessary, unique and diverse
Each providing an impact us and our universe
I am taking this moment to say
I simply love you a little more each day

Billi Jo


Here are two scrapbook pages I created and actually completed before Grandparents Day.
Now if only I could get the cards in the mail...

Journaling:

Grandma has stories of the things that mommy did,

when mommy was little, she was sure a funny kid.
Grandma supports all the activities that we are in,

and is full of praise, even if we do not win.

Grandma has a bag filled with things for us to do

colors and scissors and of course way too much glue.

Grandma has a heart, that love has over spilled,

which means our hearts, with grandmas love, are completely over filled.

Happy Grandparents Day

Sunday, September 13, 2009