10 Day Challenge- Day 3.

Eight Fears.

1.  Bugs.  And oddly, my nickname is "bugg." I've asked Mom and Dad several times where that nickname even come from, and no one seems to know.  Great, I'm called a bugg and for no reason.  But it stuck and 27 years later... I'm still called bugg more than Kayla.  So what did I do?  I now have everyone calling Jenna by "Jenna bugg."   HA! :)

2.  Being alone.  This is a more serious one, and not something I really talk about a lot because I don't want to sound depressed, BUT the truth is- it's depressing.  I want to find someone to love and love me and share my life with.   I am content being alone because I've lived on my own for so long now, but the longer I live alone the more I think about the "what if" I always live alone.  Ick. 

3.  Heights.  Like I really don't do well with heights.  I used to not really have this problem as bad, but the older I get, the more scared I get.  Or maybe I just know if I fall from wherever this height is, that I am more liable to break something?

4.  Small spaces.  Yes, Kayla is claustrophobic.  I don't even want to think about this long enough to talk about it. 

5.  Losing my mom and dad.  Now, I know that this day will come a lot sooner than I'm ready for it to but I just cannot think about it happening.  My mom and dad are my rocks in my life.  They are the two most important people in my life and I just hate hate hate thinking about losing them.  This kind of goes hand in hand with the me being alone thing, example.. no grandkids for them before they pass.  Ugh.

6.  My house catching on fire.  No lie, I really think about this a lot more than I should.  I don't know if it is because my brother is a fireman, or that I've dated several firemen, or that I just am really that paranoid about it but it is true.  In fact, when I first moved into my house I had the same dream every single night about my house burning down.  I was a nervous wreck about it but chalked it up to just being the first time homeowner nerves.  Well, about a month into my living in this house I was woke up in the middle of the night by the sound of flashing lights that I knew were a firetruck.  My first thought was that I was in a burning house so I grabbed Reagan (didn't have Roxie yet) and ran outside to the middle of the street.  I looked up and my neighbor's house was burning down.   After that night my dreams stopped.  It was the strangest thing.  But I still think all the time about it happening to me.  

7.  Witnessing someone die.  These are all starting to sound morbid... 
My reasoning for this one is the fact that I sat at my grandmother's bedside and held her hand while she passed away.  Now, this is a moment that I DO NOT regret because I am glad I got to be there with her in her final moments, but it was something I am not sure a 12 year old should have sat through.  But of course, no one in their right mind would have tried to make me leave her side.  My grandmother was and still is my best friend in the world.  And I miss her like crazy.  But back to my point, I know I will sit by someone's bedside again, but I just have this fear of seeing this happen in a tramatic way. 

8.  Losing my dogs.  I have already explained how attached I am to them so yes, I'm terrified of not having them both around.  

Well, now that I've depressed everyone... have a good day! :)

Making Pancakes.

I have been getting some terrific emails lately.  I wanted to share this one with you as well!  Enjoy!

Making Pancakes
Six year-old Brandon decided one Saturday morning to fix his parents pancakes. He found a big bowl and spoon, pulled a chair to the counter, opened the cupboard and pulled out the heavy flour canister, spilling it on the floor.

He scooped some of the flour into the bowl with his hands, mixed in most of a cup of milk and added some sugar, leaving a floury trail on the floor which by now had a few tracks left by his kitten.

Brandon was covered with flour and getting frustrated. He wanted this to be something very good for Mom and Dad, but it was getting very bad.

He didn't know what to do next, whether to put it all into the oven or on the stove and he didn't know how the stove worked!. Suddenly he saw his kitten licking from the bowl of mix and reached to push her away, knocking the egg carton to the floor.
Frantically he tried to clean up this monumental mess but slipped on the eggs, getting his pajamas white and sticky.

And just then he saw Dad standing at the door. Big crocodile tears welled up in Brandon 's eyes. All he'd wanted to do was something good, but he'd made a terrible mess. He was sure a scolding was coming, maybe even a spanking. But his father just watched him.

Then, walking through the mess, he picked up his crying son, hugged him and loved him, getting his own pajamas white and sticky in the process!
That's how God deals with us.. We try to do something good in life, but it turns into a mess. Our marriage gets all sticky or we insult a friend, or we can't stand our job, or our health goes sour.

Sometimes we just stand there in tears because we can't think of anything else to do. That's when God picks us up and loves us and forgives us, even though some of our mess gets all over Him.

But just because we might mess up, we can't stop trying to "make pancakes" for God or for others. Sooner or later we'll get it right, and then they'll be glad we tried...

It's a brand new week and a brand new start!

I woke up to this in my backyard this morning....

I love living in the South.

Good morning lovies! I hope you each had a fantastic weekend!  I know I sure did! :) But as always, it flew by entirely too fast.  I don't really have a lot to tell about it, but I'll bore you with the details anyway.

Don't you love me?

Friday night I went out to Kevin's house (my brother) to see my sweet Jenna bugg.  The dress I had ordered for her birthday party came Friday evening, so I wanted to go hold it against her to make sure all looked okay.  It does! :)  So after staying out there awhile and playing with her, I went back home and really didn't do much of anything besides read. 

BTW- After I finished Folly Beach, I read Nights in Rodanthe, and now I'm finally on Something Borrowed.  So far I'm really liking it, but right now time just isn't on my side for being able to sit down and really get into a book.  Boo. 

Saturday morning I slept in.  And by sleeping in I mean I slept until 8:30.  I was so rested when I got up. It's amazing how much a little sleep can do for you.  Now, I know 8:30 doesn't seem like sleeping in to most, but that for me is a miracle.  I'm always up and doing or going somewhere.  And actually I had planned on getting up to work on the decor for Jenna's party, but my bed just kept on screaming my name.  So it won. 

I did get up and work on the decor though and I must say, it's turning out pretty darn cute!  I will be posting all this in one post.  I don't want it all scattered around.  So be on the look out!! =)

Saturday afternoon my mom and I went to Tupelo to do some shopping.  We made several stops and of course the only one that ended up with anything is Jenna.  I guess you see who rules our lives these days? :) I gotta show you one thing about the party though...


Not sure why it looks red, but its pink!

Now, isn't her little butt gonna be so cute in this?  This is her "smash cake" outfit.  :)  I cannot wait to see what these pictures turn out like!!!

We got her several things for the party, all Minnie Mouse and Dora, of course! :) 

Sunday I was lazy all stinking day.  Literally I laid on the couch and watched tv.  In fact, I watched the entire re-cap of Charles and Diana's wedding.  I have no idea why they were even showing it, but I tuned in.  LOL.  I ended up eating lunch with mom and dad and then I had company last night.  No details yet. :)

And now ladies and gentlemen, I am sitting here sipping on my coffee and planning out my week.  Hope you all have a fantastic day! :)

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I got this in an email this morning and thought I'd share!  Enjoy!
                                         
 Why  Go To Church

A  Church goer wrote  a letter to the  editor of a  newspaper and complained that it made no sense  to go to church every Sunday.  "I've gone for 30 years now," he wrote, "and in  that time I have heard something like 3,000  sermons.  But for the life of me, I can't  remember a single one of them..  So, I  think I'm wasting my time and the pastors are  wasting theirs by giving sermons at  all."

This  started a real controversy in the "Letters to  the Editor" column, much to the delight of the  editor.  It went on for weeks until someone  wrote this clincher:

"I've  been married for 30 years now.  In that  time my wife has cooked some 32,000 meals.   But, for the life of me, I cannot recall the  entire menu for a single one of those  meals.  But I do know this.. They all  nourished me and gave me the strength I needed  to do my work.  If my wife had not given me  these meals, I would be physically dead  today.  Likewise, if I had not gone to  church for nourishment, I would be spiritually  dead today!"  When you are DOWN to  nothing..... God is UP to something!  Faith  sees the invisible, believes the incredible and  receives the impossible!  Thank God for our  physical AND our spiritual nourishment!