Blind Text

So I have had a few texts come through on my phone lately and this wrong number is looking for Brandon but keeps getting me.  So at first I thought maybe it was a guy giving out the wrong number to avoid a call  but have now come to realize this is just a mis-dial..  The first text I received was in regards to these two hooking up for a computer class.  My texter was trying to see if "Brandon" still needed some training.  So I advised I wasn't Brandon and that I hoped he taught computers better than he dialed numbers.  Funny I thought but I guess it could be deemed rude and insensitive.  

So today I get another text that is followed up by yet another saying "oh wait,  I've text you before on accident!  Wrong number again.  What's up stranger!"   However it was his first "wrong" text that peaked my interest.  It said "Brandon!  I'm starting a blog and I can't decide if I should call it 'Dude with a cane' or 'blindsight' what do you think?

It hits me, my wrong texter is blind.   Does make mis-dialing a lot more understandable and certainly extremely forgivable.  But it's how quickly he does text me back that I realize there is an entire group of people just like 'Dude with a Cane' that I never even "blink and eye at", pun totally intended, and how amazed I am I never really think about it.  There was a time that the blind, the deaf, the meek and disfigured were totally cast out of our society.  And in certain cultures and other countries they still are.

Yet here I find myself texting some guy that functions better in life on some levels than I do.  He obviously is good with computers or he and Brandon would not be hooking up for lessons and he can text faster than I can and not make a mistake (well other than dialing my number in the first place, but you get the picture).

So Blind Texter  thank you.  Thank you for helping me realize I am unaware of the blind, the deaf, the meek and the disfigured because I live in an amazing country (Obama stop messing it up!) and a time that treats all the same.    I don't mean to trivialize what one with these disabilities has to over come but to be in awe of how at the end of the day we are the same and that's God's creation.  Perfect in His eyes.

Tamar Vs. Bathshua

I never thought that all I ever needed to know about being a good wife and homemaker I would learn from a 14 year old girl.  It's almost embarrassing to write that and reflect on those words.  I certainly would not turn to a young teen in today's society for marital advice.

I'm reading a book that chronicles the life of Tamar in the Bible. This young girl new how to be an exceptional homemaker and a dedicated wife inspite of being married to the biggest boob of all time.  Her husband was abusive, condescending, rude, drunk, immature, a momma's boy, adulterer and every other nasty thing a man could be.  Yet she stayed true and submissive.

I have an amazing man that would never think to raise his hand to me, would work 'til the sun came up if he had to to support our household, and would rather cut his tongue out than be disrespectful and yet somehow I find time to complain.  Hmmmmm...I guess it's check yourself  time!

I'm so glad for this reading and Tamar who has reminded me how amazingly good I have it and how totally awesome my man is.  I always knew it but I rareley articulate it.  Rob is the bees knees, the cats meow, and thensome.  I love that I am married to a hero, a dragon slayer, and the worlds greatest dad (he has a shirt to prove it!).  And when a gripe, nag, or complaint comes to the tip of my tongue and thinks of leaping out I'll quickly think of Tamar and her quiet existence yet amazing example.  I love you Rob and thank you for dealing with my "Bathshua" ways.

Hump Day

I'm at a loss to realize that it's the middle of the week already and I've got nothing accomplished this week.  Or do I?  Let's see...I've managed to shower at least once this week, I did do the grocery shopping, and I have worked.  So I guess that is something. 

But what are the days for?  Are they for grocery shopping, going store after store to get the best sale price?  Clipping coupons and then organizing all of your purchases in the fridge when you get home?  Or even those little hands that the minute I get home want to eat everything I just bought right that second!  No sooner do I walk in the door I hear "can I eat this, can I have that?" 

How about the cleaning.  I've managed little of that by this hump day too.  Is that what my week and days are about?  I'm pretty sure that my laundry baskets are like the hankerchief in a clowns pocket.  You just keep pulling, digging, sorting, and washing yet the clothes just keep coming and coming and coming.  It makes nudity seem like a very viable option.  I get why God made man and woman naked from the beginning.  I used to think I was mad at Eve for the pain during child birth she set us all up for, however I've now come to realize its truly the laundry that ticks me off.  And I'm even venturing to say that I bet hell is a 24 hour laundry mat and there are no like colors!  

As I complain, tire and pitty party how unaccomplished I feel or how never ending it is I can't help but feel deep down I really do know what my days are for I just let this "stuff" get in the way.  I let one day roll into the next without even noting what happened yesterday.  I set myself on auto pilot and just miss the moments that in the end will mean the most.  The moment that little voice of Maddy asking "mom, can have this yogurt you just bought?" or McLane saying "Mommy, you bought me Toy Story fruit snacks, YES!".  Or how about Tanna requesting to snuggle with me and watch a movie.  I've got a teenager that wants to spend time with me! 

My life, my day, my dreams are all wrapped up in them and these little things.  Someday I wont be the one buying Madison yogurt, Making McLanes day or snuggling with Tanna.  Candice is the reminder that time flies and that she is on her way to being all on her own.  They will have thier families, their laundry, their shopping, thier own little hands to worry about.  My time to have me time is down the road and I'll just walk really slow if that's ok?   The days of me aren't over they just aren't right now .  I'm ok with that. 

So as I sit here, thinking a shower may not be a bad idea, I realize that I am so accomplished on this hump day and it's all good! 

Thank you God for today, yesterday and all the days before that.  Thank you for 8 hands that reach to me and for my husbands arms to fall into at the end of the day.  Thank you for all my dust bunnies, bountiful laundry baskets, and fridge full of food.  May I remember that each day is a blessing but more importantly may I take the time to forget the routine and make a memory that is lasting. 

Addicted

I'm realizing that Facebook is just too busy and too short sometimes and that blogging is a good alternate option to release my thoughts and expressions.  However I have realized that I can't be creative on a boring page and thus have spent far too much time trying to pimp my page!!  It's like a drug and I need a fix about every 5 minutes.  I want to even go so far as to dress my kids up and take photos because the ones I have just aren't "good enough".  So pathetic.  I know I'm missing the big picture but....I guess I just have to embrace this is me and roll with it.  Rome wasn't built in a day soooooo, my blog page wont be either.
But it does look cute, right?  LOL.  Who is really looking anyway?  Sometimes it really is all about me.