Grateful heart

Thou who hast given so much to me, give me one more thing - a grateful heart!

George Herbert

Man, do I need to work on this. I read an interesting article a couple of weeks ago about the two different types of gratitude. One is the 'thanks God for all the stuff you've given me and the blessings in my life' and the other is 'thanks God for being God.' Boy, do I need to work on the later.

I am thankful when it comes to thanking God for His blessings in my life. But how shallow and self-centered to just stop there. I began to think about the idea of thanking God for just being who He is. I realized that I could go on and on.

Thank you for sending your precious only Son to die on a cross for a world who despised Him.... and the ones who didn't despise Him are like me... just shallow humans with a flawed sin nature that are incapable of fully appreciating such a gift.

Thank you for being merciful and full of grace.

Thank you for loving me and giving me your best when I deserve the worst.

Thank you for being a GOd of second, third, forth... etc.... chances.

Thank you for creation and all of the beautiful things in it.

Can you think of anything to be thankful for? Maybe we should all spend more time cultivating a heart of gratitude.

IIIII'MMMM Baaaccckkk!!!!

Well, it feels good to blog again. It's been a long time. I guess now that the cold weather is setting back in I'll have alot more computer time.

Well, I guess I should do a summer recap..... hhhmmmm.... not much to recap.

Hubby and I took the kids to the beach. The Banimal... who is now a little boy and not a baby ...wha..whaa... tears.... is an official beach bum. He would have just moved to the beach. He tends to be a little sensitive and easily scared, but he was fearless at the beach. He would let the waves crash over his head and carry him out. We had to grab him a few times. He also puked a few times. Poor kid has the easiest gag reflex of anyone I have ever met. He'd get a big mouth of sand and ocean water and then blluuuckk.. Okay, everybody.... load up and move a few feet up the beach. He wasn't ready to leave and now he is already begging to go back. Pteradactyl boy loved it too. He was pretty fearless, as well.

Let's see... what else... Well, I am back to my fighting wieght and I feel great. I am going to run a 5k race next year. That is my goal, at least. I am not so sure why I am enamored with running.. I have always hated it. I have always been of the opinion that running should only be done if you are being chased by some kind of rabid animal or axe-weilding psycho. But over the last few months I have changed my mind.

I personally think that it has to do with being couped up in the house with screaming kids. When my kids are fussy and fighting and screaming.. in my mind all I can think about is Forrest Gump..... yep, you read it right... Forrest Gump. You know the part of the movie where he 'ran and ran and ran and then one day he just stopped.' I can just envision leaving my screaming children... in a safe place, of course... and just running and running until I just run out of steam. In my current condtiion I might be able to make it to the end of the street. I guess I wouldn't even have to call Grandma for that one. But hopefully, by spring I will be doing a 5k.

I can see now that my blogger status is going to be seasonal. I had alot of fun reading blogs and writing my own, but now that the weather has broken and the sun has started to shine I can't possibly sit in the office on the computer. It is like punishment to sit here in the dungeon and look out at the beautiful day.(My blogging time is in the afternoon when the boys are asleep)

I guess since I don't have a following and since I do this mainly for my own amusement I can not-blog guilt-free. I am going to start taking rainy days and keeping up with all the blogs I used to check out. I miss reading everyone's posts.

I guess alot has happened since I posted last. I survived the trauma of my baby turning 1 yr old. I held a newborn baby and didn't feel the need to get pregnant again. So that's a good thing. I got pregnant with Pteradactyl boy when the Banimal was about 14 mos old. I look at them both now and I can't believe that I thought that the Banimal was big enough for me to have another baby. Well, lesson learned. If there are anymore siblings they will (God willing) be a few more years down the road.

Pteradactyl boy is walking and climbing and getting into absolutely everything. It is much worse than I remembered. I think its worse because now when Pteradactyl boy can't figure out how to get into something he has a very helpful older brother. So they get into some interesting situations together.

I am ready for a beach trip. This weather has me jonesing to go to the beach. AAHHHHH.... the salty wind.... warm water.... sand between my toes..... But reality check... being a landscaper's wife means that there will be no beach trip because this is busy season. Oh well, I am determined to have my beach trip this year... sometime.

Well.... I am going to go and soak up some sun for a few minutes before the wild ones wake from their slumber full of energy and raring to go.

This was just to good to pass up. Poor bunny.

My favorite Picture

I

have searched high and low for this photo.  I thought I had lost

it. It is me when I was about 3 or 4 yrs old.  I reorganized my

office and went thru a bunch of papers.  This is me to a tee.