I often have a bad practice of allowing peoples “toxic” {that’s my new buzz word...I have been using it so much that No. 2 girl blessing said it about someone the other day} behaviors towards me, or my family to fester in my heart
{like mold on cheese…hairy and just gross}.

This morning as I was doing just that, God spoke to my heart …with you He may speak with a whisper.Others, maybe a soft nudge. Me? It’s like a large “Fred Flintstone “hammer to the head!

“Get over it”! I am God. I am bigger and great than this entire mess, and I have it all in the palm of my hand”!

Life is sticky and messy and YES people are too…but, you know what not everyone is!

I have been SO blessed to be surrounded by sunny,happy Godly woman that love and support me…in spite of myself! If you are one of those “peeps” {and you know who you are} … I love you and thank you for being you and allowing me to be me!

I have been thinking a lot this week about hands….

A hand (med./lat.: manus, pl. manūs) is a prehensile, multi-fingered extremity located at the end of an arm or forelimb.

Hands tell a story about a person’s life.

Some are callused from years of hard work.

Others don’t “do dishes”.

My grandmas were sprinkled with “wisdom spots” .

 

My hands have been busy.

They joyfully received our 4th Baby Blessing child

They have cradled sick blessings till the wee hours of the morning

They consoled the Papa Blessing at the sudden death of his sister

They have been folded in prayer as I spent time with the Lord in grief over the mistrust of some relationships.

 

What do your hands tell about you?

Pickles!

* I can not believe it is March....really?

Already?

* I cant believe I have not blogged in two week.

*I'm a soooo ready for spring, and some sunshine.

* I have to clean out the hall closet

* I still really like my "rock~n~roll hair

* Starbucks!!!

* My studio{aka the junk drawer} look like the sight of a nuclear attack!

You like how my brain is only processing in bullet point thoughts today?

* I have no pants that fit...I swear they fit yesterday Come on, we pay a super high price to live in So. Cali and I have not been getting my moneys worth!

Its confession time…..

 

Are you ready?

 

It’s a humdinger baby, let me tell you.

I’m not a real blonde!

There. I said it!

 

When we started welcoming little “Blessings” into the fold, and they all had glorious~ dark~ yummy hair I changed from blonde to dark brown.
Truth be told, thinking they might kind of look like me when I did. {I know, I know}

Well, it has only been 8 years for me to figure it out ..... They don’t look like me {they look like Papa Blessings Really, they do}

 

So, yesterday I text my sweet –hair-do’er friend, Little Wendy {l.o.v.e. her} and I went for it. Not only am I blonde..I am “rock star blond” to quote one of the Blessings playmates.

 

I have been called…..

Pink

and even

Annie Lennox { I like that one. She is tall and skinny}

Sometimes love is thunderous and evident.

Other times it is still and low.

My heart is FULL!

There is power in the family dinner table.

Yes, this one happens to be dinner, yes, I said dinner, at a donut shop. Hey, sometimes you just gotta do it.

Our table sounds something like this....

" Boys, get your elbow off the table."

" Momma, can I have....." {always more of something}

" Honey, did I tell you have to work 100000 hours of over time next week and I leave tomorrow for Tokyo"?

" When can I have a cell phone"? "You are three....we will talk about it again in 18 years"!

" * Ben * {name changed to protect identity} was not nice to me today"

" I didn't like the sandwich you packed me today...remember, I'm the one that doest like peanut butter" !?

Last night was different....

Girl Blessing:  Daddy? How do mommies get babies in their tummy's?

Papa Blessing: Why? {said a trembling voice as he leans over to me in a whisper ..."You talk to her."}

Girl Blessing: Cause at church today so~ and~ so said that you get a baby in your yummy if you have SEX!

Boy Blessing: MOM! Please! This is SO not appropriate dinner conversation! 

Without the time at the table, this might not have been talked about { we finished privately }.The Blessing know they can ask questions...even if they are five and don't really understand.  

So come on...just do it... set the table and sit down tonight and eat together!

not on the run
not in the car on the way someplace
at the table all together!

Once upon a time there was this young {kind of} mom with a tiny little baby boy.

In a new house.

In a new town.

And this girl wanted new friends to match all this “news” {disclaimer nothing wrong with her old friends}.

So she joined a MOM’s group at a church around the corner {picture above is the church in 1914.. {{{stunning}}}.
And before she knew it, she was in mad love with this wacky group of girls that she now loving refers to as her “Lutherans”{{wink}}
{they are Lutheran..Said girl; is Baptist}.

I had the pleasure of hosting a “Sprinkle” {aka-Baby Shower for baby No. 3} for a “Lutheran”. It was a hoot!

These girls make my heart happy. They are oober~ goober talented. I don’t think one of them bought their cards for the gift they gave…they all made them..while yours truly was mortified as I handed the Lutheran her gift …{HOLD on} unwrapped!!!


What the heck is wrong with me?!


I forgot to wrap it.


Oh, and I caught the house on fire while they were arriving too…but, that’s for a later time.

 

ps. Said “ new baby boy” is 8, we have lived in two houses since then… and I still love~me some Lutherans!