This morning when I dropped the kids off at school I was given a GARMIN to borrow for my race. YEAH!!
wait, let me repeat that
YEAH!!. Seriously SO HAPPY about that. Anyone who runs with a big fat $5 stop watch from Walmart could understand my GREAT appreciation for a Forerunner GARMIN. So thank you, thank you, thank you.
Then I get to work and there is a huge gift bag on my desk.
Mrs. Paula is guilty.
She bought me a book Chicken Soup for the Mother's Soul. With a beautiful handwritten message inside:
Dearest Megan,
You and I have shared many many "mom" stories. This is a great book
for short Reflections into that glorious gift the Lord gave us...."Motherhood"
You are the Best........I wish you Happiness......Courage.....Love
Paula
xxoo
In addition to that there were 2 more gifts in the bag. A beautiful Angel of Courage....the card reads, Bringing a triumphant spirit, inspiration and courage. The other is titled: Happiness and reads, FREE to sing, laugh, dance.....create!
I cried.
I just love her.
I LOVE angels too. I have a great collection of them at home.
Paula is just wonderful. I am so Blessed to have met her. So BLESSED and so THANKFUL.
Thursday, April 30, 2009
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
A Friend
My co-worker, my frined, my.....
well
there are no words to describe her.
I love the women and she's moving on to new ventures in two days.
Every morning for the last year and a half I have sat with my coffee in hand sharing my life with her and listening to the many stories of her life.
This morning's story was about her husband on his first Turkey hunting trip. He's there now. So I shared a friends story of his (all to easy) first Turkey hunting trip that I've heard about a few times :-). Then somehow converstation was led to the meals that follow. She told her husband if he gets one, and expects her to eat it, he'd better not let her see it. I found that quite funny. I could easily see what she's talking about and how that'd grose one out......yet I remember, too many times, seeing a deer hanging in our garage-guts spilled open and a poodle of blood on the pavement below. YUCK. I didn't know any different and I ate the meat without question. Maybe it was never...."poor animal" because it was always "good job Dad" (or who's ever catch it may have been). The men and all their cheers, I'm sure, brain-washed us kids into believing it was all good. Matter of fact my step-mom, Aunt, and sister-n-law hunted with them. I think if I'd seen the animals alive and in their environment first my story would be slightly changed.
It's so much fun to work with someone you can just talk to. Easy conversation. That allows you to vent, or remenise or just see into someone else's life. It's been so relaxing.
Two women who've never once had any "drama" between eachother. Seriously. I'm not Lieing.
She will be so GREATLY missed.
I have told her I will now try to keep up with my Facebook as that will be our new connection. This will be a challenge for me as (1) my computer is down and (2) I am terrible at keeping up with Facebook.
But, I will keep in touch.
She has lifted me up and given me all the huggs I've ever needed when times seemed hopeless and lost. I have learned so much about her and her wonderful family, who I've I'd the pleasure of meeting on more than one occasion. She has shown love and kindness to my children......boy do they love her pool and those HUGE cookies she sends them. :-)
She's a best friend but more. Someone I knew I could trust. Someone I could confide in about anything. Someone who's given me much advice and tried guiding me/pushing me to do more. A mentor. A mother.
I love you Mrs. Paula!!!
And now I will stop there, because being the soft hearted mush I am, I can no longer see the screen through my teared up eyes. (I blame that on my dad! Thanks Dad. I inherritated his mushiness)
well
there are no words to describe her.
I love the women and she's moving on to new ventures in two days.
Every morning for the last year and a half I have sat with my coffee in hand sharing my life with her and listening to the many stories of her life.
This morning's story was about her husband on his first Turkey hunting trip. He's there now. So I shared a friends story of his (all to easy) first Turkey hunting trip that I've heard about a few times :-). Then somehow converstation was led to the meals that follow. She told her husband if he gets one, and expects her to eat it, he'd better not let her see it. I found that quite funny. I could easily see what she's talking about and how that'd grose one out......yet I remember, too many times, seeing a deer hanging in our garage-guts spilled open and a poodle of blood on the pavement below. YUCK. I didn't know any different and I ate the meat without question. Maybe it was never...."poor animal" because it was always "good job Dad" (or who's ever catch it may have been). The men and all their cheers, I'm sure, brain-washed us kids into believing it was all good. Matter of fact my step-mom, Aunt, and sister-n-law hunted with them. I think if I'd seen the animals alive and in their environment first my story would be slightly changed.
It's so much fun to work with someone you can just talk to. Easy conversation. That allows you to vent, or remenise or just see into someone else's life. It's been so relaxing.
Two women who've never once had any "drama" between eachother. Seriously. I'm not Lieing.
She will be so GREATLY missed.
I have told her I will now try to keep up with my Facebook as that will be our new connection. This will be a challenge for me as (1) my computer is down and (2) I am terrible at keeping up with Facebook.
But, I will keep in touch.
She has lifted me up and given me all the huggs I've ever needed when times seemed hopeless and lost. I have learned so much about her and her wonderful family, who I've I'd the pleasure of meeting on more than one occasion. She has shown love and kindness to my children......boy do they love her pool and those HUGE cookies she sends them. :-)
She's a best friend but more. Someone I knew I could trust. Someone I could confide in about anything. Someone who's given me much advice and tried guiding me/pushing me to do more. A mentor. A mother.
I love you Mrs. Paula!!!
And now I will stop there, because being the soft hearted mush I am, I can no longer see the screen through my teared up eyes. (I blame that on my dad! Thanks Dad. I inherritated his mushiness)
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
Here I go
In about thirty minutes I'll be leaving work to go sit with the big dogs. So scary. I will be at the mercy of a perfect stranger and she has no idea HOW much my emotions will be bundled around her every word. My stomach is knotted up to the extreme. It's that knowing I have no control over things. And knowing I've run off the one friend I will want to talk to most. I have a way of making things harder on myself.
yeah, good one Megan.
Wish me luck.
yeah, good one Megan.
Wish me luck.
Words of Wisdom....or a fool (not sure which) not GOD...me!
Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it does not delieght in evil but rejoices in the truth. It always protects, always trust, always hopes, always preserves. Love never fails. 1 Cor. 13
-And it takes two.
YOU CAN'T REACH A GOAL IF YOU DON'T RUN IN IT'S DIRECTION.
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
NFL Draft
So on the way into work this morning I tuned into some talked radio. And lucky me.. ESPN was the only station to come in. Not that I don't like sports, I'm just so out of the loop it's hard to follow. Which brings me to some questions.
Listening to them discuss the upcoming NFL Draft was interesting but confusing. They were talking about this team getting 8th pick but they may decide to drop down.?. What? First of all what determines who gets 1st pick, 16th pick or 8th pick? Is it the teams rank.....how good they were in the previous season? I don't know. And why would they drop down? It sounded like they may get more guys that way, but I barely caught that part. These people asume their listeners are familiar with the process, which I'd imagine most are. Then they were talking about this team getting, for example Mark Sanchez (don't know em). Well, if they have 8th pick and Mark Sanchez is that good how do they know that team will get him? And it's obviously discussed on public radio so other teams know who this team and that team are looking at? I understand some coaches are looking for speed while others need someone with better passes but still letting every team get who they want puts them all at greater risk for losing doesn't it? or winning I guess...goes both ways.
How confusing. I know it's been explained to me before. I remember watching the draft a few years ago but I probably wasn't completely tuned into the process.
I'd like to be re-enlightened.
Jaime??
Listening to them discuss the upcoming NFL Draft was interesting but confusing. They were talking about this team getting 8th pick but they may decide to drop down.?. What? First of all what determines who gets 1st pick, 16th pick or 8th pick? Is it the teams rank.....how good they were in the previous season? I don't know. And why would they drop down? It sounded like they may get more guys that way, but I barely caught that part. These people asume their listeners are familiar with the process, which I'd imagine most are. Then they were talking about this team getting, for example Mark Sanchez (don't know em). Well, if they have 8th pick and Mark Sanchez is that good how do they know that team will get him? And it's obviously discussed on public radio so other teams know who this team and that team are looking at? I understand some coaches are looking for speed while others need someone with better passes but still letting every team get who they want puts them all at greater risk for losing doesn't it? or winning I guess...goes both ways.
How confusing. I know it's been explained to me before. I remember watching the draft a few years ago but I probably wasn't completely tuned into the process.
I'd like to be re-enlightened.
Jaime??
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
Strength
WHEN LIFE KNOCKS YOU DOWN TO YOUR knees JUST REMEMBER THAT YOUR ARE IN THE PERFECT POSITION TO pray.
unkown
unkown
Bad Run
Well, they are bound to happen. Right?
I do believe running is so much more mental than physical. And yesterday both systems were down. Physically I was still sore from my run Saturday after noon. A solid 8 miles. And maybe the 2 plates of nachos I engolfed minutes before played a small part. Mentally.... I was NOT in running mode. My mind was trying so hard to cope with so many other thoughts it bailed on the run. I wasn't even up to meeting everyone. I ran a good first mile with my sister-in-law then my sister joined up for another mile. They started walking at the start of the next lap... usually I hound my sister and tell her: "it's ALL mental, ......you can do it, ......don't stop" The words were lost. And I found myself walking with them the next quarter. In the end I ran 31/2 miles and walked a half mile................I felt broken.
YUCK!
I do believe running is so much more mental than physical. And yesterday both systems were down. Physically I was still sore from my run Saturday after noon. A solid 8 miles. And maybe the 2 plates of nachos I engolfed minutes before played a small part. Mentally.... I was NOT in running mode. My mind was trying so hard to cope with so many other thoughts it bailed on the run. I wasn't even up to meeting everyone. I ran a good first mile with my sister-in-law then my sister joined up for another mile. They started walking at the start of the next lap... usually I hound my sister and tell her: "it's ALL mental, ......you can do it, ......don't stop" The words were lost. And I found myself walking with them the next quarter. In the end I ran 31/2 miles and walked a half mile................I felt broken.
YUCK!
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