Here are some things you may not know, or care to know, but I need to share. Our oldest son is a helicopter pilot. He is a decorated hero. He has a wonderful wife and his children are beautiful. We pray for him every day. They have a Chiweenie just as we do. They NEED our prayers if their chiweenie is anything like ours!
Our second son is also a decorated hero. He is now working in the defense industry as a civilian. His wife is a gift and his boys are way too sweet. There is another baby on the way. We are very proud of them all and pray for them every day, even though they do not have a chiweenie. They do, however, have Spud, the talking, "Woody" impersonating cat. Amazing!
Our third son is on a boat in Bristol bay trying to catch all the sockeye salmon in the ocean. He left his precious wife here to hold down the fort. We pray for them though they neither have a chiweenie, nor a Woody impersonating cat. They do have a very sweet marriage and lots of cute names for the adorable children they will have some day. Oh and this daughter-in-law tries to alienate the affections of my new kitten, Strongbad, whom she calls Kevin!
Our 4th son is bearing down on his 18th birthday and hoping to transition to supported independent living. He now owns a rice maker, two Tupperware containers with lids,and an electric teapot. I am pretty sure visions of sugarplums are dancing in his head. We pray for him daily, though he owns no Chiweenie, no Woody impersonating cat nor does he rename and try to steal my kitten Strongbad!
Our 16 year old son is driving, a lot, everywhere, every day. He would drive to the bathroom if we would let him. I think he drives in his sleep! He has suddenly become blind to the dents and faded paint of the decades old Chevy Cavalier we let him use. It has an engine...and wheels...it starts...and runs...it is therefore a thing of beauty. We pray for him every day for obvious reasons!
Our 15 year old daughter is away at camp...for the first time...in the far away land of Idaho. She could have driven there. She could probably run the camp. She might be having fun right now without us! We pray for her daily, though she has neither a Chiweenie, nor a talking cat, nor visions of sugarplums, nor the alienated affections of Strongbad/Kevin. She does; however, own a pig named Ariadne. Hey! Are there boys at that camp?
Our 9 year old son has prayed diligently to get to go to VBS. God has said, "Yes." and has provided a way for him to stay in Missoula with friends. (Thanks R and S!) He will be staying away from us for four days and 3 nights. I am not sure that is allowed. He will probably not even notice we are home alone without him. We pray for him because Vacation Bible School with Brother Larry Hoyle is amazing, challenging and possibly dangerous!
Our 6 year old daughter is amazing. With paralyzed legs, she is taking her world by storm. She is able and impressive. She is visiting with friends this week. She hopes to play in the water with her little friend Eve. We pray for her because she can get into more trouble than 2 Chiweenies, 2 cats, talking and non talking, a driving 16 year old, a helicopter pilot, a commercial fisherman and a whole summer camp full of kids combined.
My beloved has migraines that mimic strokes, strokes that mimic migraines and sometimes both at the same time. That happened today during church. After 5 hours at the E.R. we determined it was the former. I am so thankful there was no stroke. God is so merciful. The dad to all the amazing young people I mentioned before needs to be in good shape to keep up with them.
In the stress of the hospital visit, I left my purse in the grocery store. Thank you God and whoever the honest person was who took the purse, untouched to the manager.
I thank God for my family. For health, safety and happiness. I hope you are enjoying these blessings too.
Lawana
P.S. We had frost here in my yard this morning! June 27th and frost!
Counter Culture began as my adventure of growing, using and learning about traditional cultured foods. Though I still work with and serve cultured foods on a daily basis, the blog is evolving to include parenting, fitness, gardening and more. Join me as I share life in a century old farmhouse in Montana.
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Monday, June 27, 2011
Monday, June 6, 2011
Legacies
Thanks, Mommy 2 for letting me borrow this from 2momsofafeather@blogspot.com . It makes me happy to think of my dad and maybe it will cheer someone else. This is a blast from the past.
Sunday, I was making a fruit salad to take to church for a lunch we were having. As I was chopping up apples and celery for an old fashioned Waldorf salad, the sights and scents reminded me of my father. My Dad went to be with the Lord in 2000. Prior to that, he spent nearly 80 years surprising, delighting and entertaining those who were privileged to know him. My dad was a remarkable person.
Dad was a wonderful cook. He loved to see people eat. He loved to sing off key at the top of his lungs and he really loved people. Many times in my life I have heard people speak admiringly about him. The things they seemed to notice about him were that he always was quick with a smile, that he was always the same day to day, never moody or grumpy
These things were true. He wasn't moody or difficult, in spite of the fact that his entire body had been basically crushed in a car accident, He had seen combat in 3 wars on as many continents. One brother and many friends were buried in foreign soil as well as having his other brother presumed dead as he languished as a Japanese prisoner of war. My dad buried his first born son as a newborn, he outlived most of his 7 siblings and his parents.
My dad loved life. He Jitterbugged, Charlestoned and Twisted through my growing up years. This was a man who never went to bars or dances, but danced and cavorted in our home. As a small child, it delighted me and as a teenager, I was embarassed a bit, but it never dimmed his singing and dancing and smiling. What love and joy must have been hidden in his heart that he could be so lively and jubilant. I miss him and I think the rest of the world misses him or men like him. Some may not even know what they are missing, but the world is dimmer and more monochromatic without fellows like Dad.
I so hoped to cut a wide swath. To be bigger than life like my folks. I am not sure I will accomplish it. Too many times I have taken the easy path. Too many times, my song has been muted or my dance slowed by the disapproval of others. Too often I have let the heartaches and difficulties of my life take my eyes off the prize. I suspect that no one will ever be delighted or amazed by my life. I just hope to have been a blessing sometimes, to have imparted to my children how to love and serve their God and how to be good to their loved ones. I will leave the legend making to my dad. Or perhaps one of my children might put on that mantle.
Trying to shine.
Mommy 1
Sunday, I was making a fruit salad to take to church for a lunch we were having. As I was chopping up apples and celery for an old fashioned Waldorf salad, the sights and scents reminded me of my father. My Dad went to be with the Lord in 2000. Prior to that, he spent nearly 80 years surprising, delighting and entertaining those who were privileged to know him. My dad was a remarkable person.
Dad was a wonderful cook. He loved to see people eat. He loved to sing off key at the top of his lungs and he really loved people. Many times in my life I have heard people speak admiringly about him. The things they seemed to notice about him were that he always was quick with a smile, that he was always the same day to day, never moody or grumpy
My dad loved life. He Jitterbugged, Charlestoned and Twisted through my growing up years. This was a man who never went to bars or dances, but danced and cavorted in our home. As a small child, it delighted me and as a teenager, I was embarassed a bit, but it never dimmed his singing and dancing and smiling. What love and joy must have been hidden in his heart that he could be so lively and jubilant. I miss him and I think the rest of the world misses him or men like him. Some may not even know what they are missing, but the world is dimmer and more monochromatic without fellows like Dad.
I so hoped to cut a wide swath. To be bigger than life like my folks. I am not sure I will accomplish it. Too many times I have taken the easy path. Too many times, my song has been muted or my dance slowed by the disapproval of others. Too often I have let the heartaches and difficulties of my life take my eyes off the prize. I suspect that no one will ever be delighted or amazed by my life. I just hope to have been a blessing sometimes, to have imparted to my children how to love and serve their God and how to be good to their loved ones. I will leave the legend making to my dad. Or perhaps one of my children might put on that mantle.
Trying to shine.
Mommy 1
Sunday, June 5, 2011
Life Is Too Short To... (renumbered)
Maybe it is because of the stage of life I am in, but I constantly think, life is too short to, or not to...
Here is a list of things I have thought about lately.
Life is too short ...
1.To live with unloved clutter
2.To watch movies you do not like
3.To finish boring books
4.To sweat the small issues
5.To spend time with people who are critical
6.To have friends who drain you of energy
7. To live in regret
8. To go to bed angry
9. To tell the story "my" way only
10. To live without hugs
11. To live with unnecessary bad odors
12. To.have an ugly cat! (Gotcha L.)
13. To have picky, ungrateful children
14. To be grumpy or be with folks who are
15. To be jealous or envious
16. Not to give the benefit of the doubt
17. Not to call your parents
18. To forget the to do list
19. To be owned by the to do list
20. To forget charity
21. To whine
22. To feud with your neighbors
23. To seek vengeance
24. Not to have flowers
25. Not to listen to good music
26. Not to remember your manners
27. To wear uncomfortable shoes in the name of fashion
28. To compete with people who are photoshopped and airbrushed
29. To keep clothes in 5 different sizes that don't fit
30. To hold your tummy in
31. Not to train your dog
32. Not to bury the hatchet
33. To drink a skinny latte
34. Not to invest in a child or young person
35. To frown
36. Not to stargaze
37. Not to daydream
38. To forget about PB&J
39. Not to take risks
40. Not to dream
This blog is like my kitchen table. You are all invited to pull up a chair, grab a cuppa, and stay a while. If you can, today, share your heart with someone. I would love to hear what is on your mind and in your heart. Life is short, live it well.
Lawana
Saturday, May 7, 2011
Learning to Write.
Lawana
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