A blowout

So, have you ever had a blowout while traveling at a high speed?

I did, today....quite a scary thing!

I was walking with a friend over to the Subway....walking when suddenly, blowout, whomp...whomp....whomp......wobbling out of control.

To be specific....I blew one cup on my bra. The underwire blew out completely.....poking me in the side and leaving my boob to wobble all over the place.

I slowed down and traveled slower. My friend suggested pulling the underwire out....but that would have been like driving with a doughnut....no thanks. So, I just drove around slowly on my "flat."

Okay Victoria......here's a secret......we double D's need to be able to travel at high speeds without worrying about a blowout!

40 miles from Place to Pointe

So, last week my son's soccer team manager sent me 3 emails concerning their first game, which was to be held this past Sunday. I don't know why he sent me THREE. The subject line said, "Directions to Bell P..." Okay, so I read the subject line up to "Bell P...." and my mind reads "Bell Place" which is my son's home field.

I found it strange that they would send out directions to his home field...but justified it because we have some new team members that might not know how to find our field. Since I know how to get to Bell Place, our home field, I didn't read the directions. I did read that we were to be at the field at 1:45pm.

It's Sunday, I go to church and then kill time grocery shopping at Kroger before going to pick up David from an overnighter at a friends house. We are on our way home (it's 1:15pm) and David asks me if we are going to make it to his game by 1:45pm. I tell him that we will be a little early, as Bell Place is only 10 minutes from our house. David then says, "I think our game is in Frankfort." I tell him he is wrong....he asks me how I know this and I tell him because I got 3 emails from Rod giving me directions to Bell Place. David insists that the game is in Frankfort. So he calls Rod to make sure.....it's now 1:25pm.

Rod confirms what David has said.....the game is in Frankfort.....at Bell Pointe....40 miles from home....it's 1:30pm. We throw the groceries into the house and start our flight to Frankfort. I arrive 5 minutes before the game.

Just enough time for David to change into his new uniform on the sidelines.....stripping down to his boxers to change.....his coach says, "Nice undies." David replies, "My mom says they are not undies, they are boxer SHORTS."

So my life....a comedy of errors!

They're coming to take me away

So this morning I have to take my daughter to high school at 8:00 am for band practice. It is FOGGY....I mean cut-it-with-a-knife fog! So I am driving slowly. I drop her off and head back Jessamine Station Road.....going to work. I am driving slowly down the road when suddenly I see some things running right down the road toward me.

In this fog, I can't make out what I am seeing so I begin to slow down. I see several tall things lumbering at me. In the mist, it looks like several 6 ft. tall men in white suites running toward me.

A song begins to run through my mind....

They're coming to take me away, ha-haaa!!
They're coming to take me away, ho-ho, hee-hee, ha-haaa To the funny farm.
Where life is beautiful all the time and I'll be happy to see those nice young men in their clean white coats and they're coming to take me away, ha-haaa!!!!!

Okay...so now these tall, lumbering men in white coats are getting closer (coming to take me away)....so I come to a stop, in the middle of the road.

At this moment, the tall lumbering men in white coats turns out to be a pack of llamas. They run past my car.....YES.....that was a pack of llamas.

I sat there...in this surreal fog.....with a pack of llamas running past me....wondering, "Maybe those men in white coats do need to take me away." I wonder if this funny farm has llamas.

Porch time again

Good friends gather together on a porch and there is.....

Laughter and silence,
Joy and tears,
Life and love,
Sunset and clouds,
Truth and grace.

The sound of majesty

So, today I am at work and my kids are home. Suddenly a storm rolls in....I mean a storm; powerful and mysterious......fast and furious......majestic and grand.

I love a good storm....I love to watch a good storm roll in...I love to stop and listen to the crashing thunder. In those moments I find that the noise of our crazy world cease, seeming silent....muted by the sound of majesty. I love those moments.

In those moments, like today, I am amazed at the grandeur of God.

I join the Psalmist in thought, "When I consider thy heavens, the work of thy fingers, the moon and the stars, which thou hast ordained; What is man that thou art mindful of him? and the son of man, that thou visited him?"

I have passed along my love of storms to my children, and even my dog.

So, today, this powerful storm rolls in....I am excited. I am watching it unfold out the window and suddenly the power of the storm and the fact that my children are home alone hits me...and I begin to worry. I am not there to 'protect' them.

BOOM, RUMBLE.....I realize that this powerful storm shows the strength of my God....the strength of my God to create this storm and protect my children.

The crazy thoughts of my small mind, muted by the majesty of God!

Floating gently

So, yesterday I killed two of God's gentle creations.

The first killing happened as I was driving home from Ohio. I was cruising down I-71 in the middle of Ohio. I spotted a beautiful butterfly floating gently through the air above the highway. Suddenly it dipped down and the airstream of my vehicle blew it up and over my car. I looked in the rear view mirror and there it was plummeting to the pavement.

After getting home and unpacking, I began mowing my lawn. It was dusk. As I was mowing, I noticed that there were a few fireflies left lighting up the air. The end of firefly season. As I was pushing the mower on my final lap, I noticed a firefly landing right in front of my mower. It gets sucked up under the mower and I see it light up for the final time....

I love butterflies and fireflies...they are so beautiful, so gentle, just floating around adding beauty to the earth. I want to walk gently through this world....adding only beauty.

This rides for you Angelo!

So, this week I am spending some time with my family….my children and my parents. It is our annual pilgrimage to church camp in the mountains of Pennsylvania. We spend 10 days together. I spend my time going to church, watching the children play and watching my children try to pair up...I have teenagers….I spend most of my time keeping my eye on them.

Well, this week has been a little different….my dad got a call this afternoon that his dear friend Angelo had passed away. This is one of my dad’s dearest friends. He and Angelo have been friends for 70 years….since they were 6 years old. They spent many days in their youth playing together. As they grew older and married, they ended up moving to the same town. They were hunting buddies….taking a yearly trip somewhere exotic to slay the big game. As they grew older, they were gun buddies…always looking for a good deal on a gun to purchase or sell. They also loved to watch baseball games together…specifically, the Tribe.

Well, it's been an interesting day as I have watched my dad mourn his friend. I know how I would mourn a dear friend, but I am a woman. How does my dad, a tough guy, a hunting guy, mourn his lifelong friend? Well, he sat silently for a while…then he got in his golf cart and he drove off slowly….a few minutes later he drove by with a cart full of children. He had gone out to the home of a couple who has two mentally handicapped children and asked if he could take these children on a golf cart ride. He spent the afternoon giving each one a ride all over the campground. Their faces were glowing with excitement.

I sat and watched and wondered what that did for my dad’s hurting soul….