The Therapy Journals of the Fat-Headed Klingon Woman

One woman's journey to becoming Her True Self

From the Heart November 2, 2012

sunrise

sunrise (Photo credit: Sean MacEntee)

Hello all.  Today is one of those days where I feel like I have so much to say, I just hope and pray I can say it right.

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All over Facebook, yesterday, today, and for the rest of this month, many of your friends will be doing the Thankfulness thing.  You know, every day, you post something you’re thankful for in an effort to increase overall thankfulness and warm fuzzy feelings in general.  I plan to jump on the bandwagon of course, because I’m just a Facebook nerd like that, but mainly because I think it’s important to acknowledge the good things in our lives and the blessings and favors we enjoy every minute of every day, if only our eyes are open wide enough to see them.

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So today on the way to work, I was running earlier than I normally do.  It’s Friday, I get to leave The Boy at home with his sisters, so I’m able to get going a little earlier than we do the rest of the week.  Love it.  Anyway, I’m driving east, and the sun is right in my eyes.  Yesterday on my way home, I was grousing about the sun being in my eyes, and how I’d give anything if the little magnet that holds my clip-on sunglasses on my prescription glasses hadn’t fallen off and gotten lost so that I now have no functioning sunglasses.  But looking at the sunrise this morning, seeing the way the light streaks sideways through the blue of the sky, instead of feeling put out, complaining about the sun being in my face, I tried to think about thankfulness.  I tried to think about how lucky I am to get to see that beautiful example of God‘s care for us:  light and warmth.  I tried to just absorb and feel the warmth of the sun on my face and think how very grateful I am that I have my sight and I don’t have to live in constant darkness.  I tried to notice how the light of early morning just seems to make even the most mundane things a little more beautiful, and I was thankful for the grace to be thankful for something I was just complaining about yesterday.

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And as I said, I’m a big Fb person, and my first status of the day started forming in my head during the drive to work:

Ok, y’all, I want you to do something:  go outside.  Right now.  Face the sun.  Throw your arms open wide, as wide as they’ll go.  Throw your head back.  Feel the sun on your face.  Breathe deep, deep.  Get your lungs as full as they’ll go with the cool, crisp, fresh morning air.  Now let loose with a ‘Jack-Dawson-on-the-bow-of-Titanic, Harry-Potter-on-the-hippogriff’ WHOOOOOO!!!

That’s how I feel today.  And I’m thankful for it.  🙂

 

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So then I get to work.  I walk in the door and see a little card propped in my keyboard on my desk.  It’s from my co-worker/boss, and here’s what it says:

I just wanted to write you a letter of encouragement.  It is hard to believe that it has already been a year since you started working here!  You have done a fantastic job and you were really a life saver!  We really don’t know what we would have done without your help!  The other day you were talking about how you weren’t really sure who you are and where your value comes from.  Well, first know that your value comes from God- and that is your purpose in life.  To serve Him.  If none of us had anything, we would still have everything because we have God.  Second, know that you are doing a good job at raising your children.  I can’t imagine how tough it must be for you to raise 3 children basically by yourself, but I can tell you’re putting all you have into it.  You are doing a great job even though I know at times you may get discouraged. Keep on keeping on!  Finally, you are doing a wonderful job here!  This work is reaching millions and millions of souls with the Gospel.  That is an important role and responsibility and you have and are doing a great job!  Just keep up the hard work and remember how appreciated and needed you are by all!

In Christ,

KP

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Now if that wasn’t a great way to start a day, I don’t know what was!  So I had to stop and be thankful for KP and all that I’m learning from him as a co-worker and boss who is so very rooted and grounded in everything God.  And then I booted up my computer and started working on things, and as I usually do, I browsed through some of the headlines on Yahoo.  I started reading some of the hurricane stories, and y’all… I know there are millions of people who have been affected.  Hundreds of thousands who still are without power, without running water…  I know that there are hundreds of thousands who have suffered and are suffering.  But my heart is with Glenda Moore more than any other.  She’s the woman who put her babies on top of the car to try to save them from the storm, and they got washed away anyway, and their bodies were just found recently.  Dear God in Heaven, how I feel for that woman!  How I pray that she knows that people all over the country and probably the world by now are sharing in her sorrow and praying for her comfort, and crying tears of sympathy with her.  I wish I knew some practical way to help, not only her, but all the storm victims.  I’m praying for them, for sure, and maybe right now that’s all I can do, but maybe it’s the most important thing.

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I can’t really think of a neat, tidy way to wrap this up, but maybe I just need to let what I’ve already said have its moment.  Blessings and love in Christ to all who read this.

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Until next time,

D.

 

Branson Weekend- Part 2 and That’s It July 19, 2010

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Hello all.  Ok, where were we?  Saturday morning, Mom and Dad had to get up to go to their little “Please buy back our condo” meeting, so they brought Miss Neice over to my room at about 8:00.  The kids hung out and watched TV.  Mom came back and got us in a little while and we went to go Ride The Ducks!

Now if you don’t know what Ride The Ducks is, you’re missing out!  It’s a tour ride that takes you all over town and out on the lakes in this vessel that is like a boat on wheels.  It’s a DUKW vehicle from WWII, (those things they landed on the beaches on D-Day) and it drives all over town and then drives right off in the lake and scoots around for a little while.  We had a great driver who called herself Captain Amazing.  We got these little kazoo-sounding things called Quackers shaped like a duck’s bill and we had to quack like crazy every time we saw another DUKW vehicle passing.  We quacked at other tourists, we quacked at local business owners and tour guides, and we quacked at random, whenever the mood struck.  Sharing the back seat of the DUKW were three young guys from Tulsa, who were probably not too thrilled to be in such close quarters with my Dad, who can look scary when he wants to.  But at least his presence probably kept their language cleaner than it might otherwise have been.  We toured the Table Rock Dam and the fish hatcheries.  And we listened to good music.  Captain Amazing was a really good tour guide.  She was the only woman DUKW driver in the fleet!

After the duck ride, we ate lunch at Dairy Queen and then went to the Titanic museum.  It was the second time I’d been there, but the first time the kids had been.  They all seemed to like it.  The Boy said he liked the part where you can climb up the decks at the angles they were during the sinking.  There was also a thing where you stick your hand in water that’s actually supposed to be below freezing and see how long you can stand to leave it in there.  Last time I did it, it was unbearable to leave your hand in there for longer than about 15 seconds.  This time, I’m not sure if it was the sheer volume of people sticking their hands in there or the machine was malfunctioning or what, but it wasn’t anywhere near as cold.  The guy in front of me kept his hand in there for a full minute. 

After the Titanic, Mom took us back to our room.  Daughter S. stayed in the room and watched TV while I took the other two to swim for a while.  They swam, and I sat in a deck chair and fell asleep!!  (It was an indoor pool, so no worries about sunburn.)  Then we had to go get ready to go to this show Mom picked out, which was called The Hamner-Barber Show, at (naturally) The Hamner-Barber Theater.  We didn’t have time to go anywhere for supper, so Mom had pizza delivered to their room and they brought it with them and we scarfed it in the van as we were driving between our room and the theater. 

The Hamner-Barber show is a variety show.  Barber is a ventriloquist and Hamner is a magician.  There were also dancers.  And birds, quite a lot of birds.  It was a good show, but at the end there was a tribute to America’s veterans that was quite sad, and which left The Boy and Daughter S. absolutely sobbing, thanks mainly to the video they played of this tough old vet getting choked up as he talked about seeing his best buddy since basic training get blown in two when their ship got hit.  And the tear-jerking song Hamner and Barber were singing, called “Thank You’s Not Enough.”

So finally we got The Boy calmed down, and he wanted to meet the two entertainers, who were going to be signing autographs in the lobby.  We were the last ones there, but they talked to us for a bit, and were quite nice.  Then Daughter S. was sobbing again on the way to the van.  Bless her tender little heart!

Anyway.  No problems finding the room this time.  We got back to our room, settled in again, and watched some more TV.  (In case you’re wondering why we spent so much time watching TV in our hotel room, it’s because we don’t have cable at home. Our tv used for playing video games and watching dvds.) Then we turned the lights off and got in bed, but we still lay there giggling and being silly for a while longer.  Finally my poor, emotionally drained babies fell asleep. 

Sunday morning I woke up first, got up and quietly took my shower and started straightening the room and packing things up.  Then when Mom texted me that she was about ready to head over to our room, I started waking the kids.  Mom and Dad came and picked us up and we were on our last loop through town.  We wanted to stop at one more gift shop that had a particularly good deal on T-shirts, but it was closed, so we went on our way and headed home.

Started to eat at The Iron Skillet in Joplin, but decided it was too expensive and ended up at Wendy’s.  Then we stopped back in Oklahoma City at my youngest sister’s house, because Daughter S. is staying with her this week and job shadowing.  Baby Sis is an interior designer at a firm called LWPB or LWBP or something like that, and Daughter S. is an artist, so we thought she might benefit from seeing what her aunt’s job is like.

We stayed there for a couple of hours.  I bought Sis some groceries and we all ate sandwiches, then got on the road again.  Dropped off Miss Neice and then finally got home. 

Overall, it was a good trip, even though a) there were cranky moments, and b) I was dealing with a lot of self-imposed pressure and grief.  I’m really glad I went, and I even hope to take the kids back again sometime when we can stay longer and do more.  I’m sure the next visit won’t be so hard and so emotional.

Until next time,

D.

 

 
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