I begin this post by telling you that I have lived in Tucson all of my 10,251 days on this planet. I have traveled many places but always come back to sweet Tucson, AZ. When I was about 17 or 18 I thought I wanted to move to California and start a new life because, don't you know California is better? Well, that is what I thought when I was a crazy teenage girl ,but God had other plans that included a boy named Brandon Ingram. I realized that when I married Brandon I was here; in Tucson, AZ, forever. This is because his family business is here and it is his passion. He loves working with his dad and really enjoys what he does. So, I will be here for the rest of my life and I am completely OK with that.
I say this because this week I have learned that one of my sweetest and closest friend will be moving. This made my heart sad, thinking about all of the things we will miss out on in each others lives as she is going to be 7 hours away. That was the moment that; as tears welled up in my eyes, I realized God gave me her as a gift and even though we will not be in the same city we will forever be in each other hearts. Her adventure that God has planned for her is taking her to another state with her husband as mine keeps me here with mine. God has different plans for both of us but I am sure his plan doesn't include us moving on from each other. I think he knew exactly what he was doing when we met and as we became close friends. There will never be another friend like her to me, she is a Texas special. People leaving and moving kinda sucks. It makes us sad and feel a little rumble in our world, but it is so reassuring to remember God is in control and has put us in each others lives for a reason, even if it is just for a short time.
I am also unbelievably blessed with a few other close friends here that are going nowhere. For now, they are still here to do life with me and love me. I have to remember to stop and celebrate the fantastic people that are in my life. I am a lucky girl!
So, next week as I have to give Lacey a big hug and send her on to New Mexico, my tears will be both of joy and sadness. I am sad we will no longer be in the same city to share life, but I will be happy that God gave us the time in the same city as he did. And watch out my other sweet girlfriends, I might squeeze you a little harder. As much as I sound like I am OK for friends to move away, I would like Gods plan to be for the rest of you to stay here. Forever.
Oh, and I guess there is that Brandon guy I mentioned earlier. He is kinda my closest friend and stuck with me forever. Stuck like glue forever. God is good.
Monday, May 23, 2011
Monday, May 16, 2011
May Is A Big Month
I never used to care about May except for the fact that that was the month school ended and summer began. Nothing else about May was all that interesting, fast forward 8 plus years and May is now a very big month for me.
May 4th my sweet little Kaden Cooper turned 3 years old. This little boy has turned my life upside down. He is crazy and stubborn and funny and loving. He challenges me everyday and I try and live up to those challenges. This morning he told me I looked like a pony, when I answered him " A pony?" He says " Yes, mama your hair(which was in curlers), You seriously look like a pony." He just makes me laugh. His outlook on life is so refreshing and God has big things for him! I hope I can keep up!
May 8th was Mother's Day. This is a big day for mom's and my boys made me feel like a very special lady. I was showered with flowers and cards and lot's of love. I am a blessed girl to have my boy's and they made me feel like they were blessed to have me.
On May 25th we will celebrate my crazy good looking son, Tyler and his first year in school. He started kindergarten this year and on the first day I was a mess. I cried and cried because I could not believe my 4lb. 2oz. baby was tall and handsome and 5 years old going to school. He has had an awesome year. He can read and do math. He has learned so many Bible verses and has acquired some good social skills. He has bloomed into this amazing and responsible little boy and I am beaming with pride. So on May 25th, along with the rest of his classmates and proud beaming parents we will celebrate what an awesome job he and all the Kindergartners have done this year and I can not wait. He is worth celebrating big time!
Last but certainly not least, on May 31st my Brandon and I will celebrate 8 happy, fun, crazy, stressful, romantic, and adventurous years together. He is the best thing for me. We have been through a lot in 8 years, we cleaned carpet together for the first couple years barely making ends meet sometimes but always smiling. I remember Tyler being in his car seat about 4 months old sleeping on top of a desk in an office building while his dad and I cleaned carpets until 3 in the morning. I wish I was the one sleeping! We have come a long way from our carpet cleaning days but we are as happy now as we were then because we have each other and God. So Brandon, you are my everything and I could not be more honored to be your wife. I have loved every minute of our 8 years of marriage and I can not wait for many more. You are my man.
May 4th my sweet little Kaden Cooper turned 3 years old. This little boy has turned my life upside down. He is crazy and stubborn and funny and loving. He challenges me everyday and I try and live up to those challenges. This morning he told me I looked like a pony, when I answered him " A pony?" He says " Yes, mama your hair(which was in curlers), You seriously look like a pony." He just makes me laugh. His outlook on life is so refreshing and God has big things for him! I hope I can keep up!
May 8th was Mother's Day. This is a big day for mom's and my boys made me feel like a very special lady. I was showered with flowers and cards and lot's of love. I am a blessed girl to have my boy's and they made me feel like they were blessed to have me.
On May 25th we will celebrate my crazy good looking son, Tyler and his first year in school. He started kindergarten this year and on the first day I was a mess. I cried and cried because I could not believe my 4lb. 2oz. baby was tall and handsome and 5 years old going to school. He has had an awesome year. He can read and do math. He has learned so many Bible verses and has acquired some good social skills. He has bloomed into this amazing and responsible little boy and I am beaming with pride. So on May 25th, along with the rest of his classmates and proud beaming parents we will celebrate what an awesome job he and all the Kindergartners have done this year and I can not wait. He is worth celebrating big time!
Last but certainly not least, on May 31st my Brandon and I will celebrate 8 happy, fun, crazy, stressful, romantic, and adventurous years together. He is the best thing for me. We have been through a lot in 8 years, we cleaned carpet together for the first couple years barely making ends meet sometimes but always smiling. I remember Tyler being in his car seat about 4 months old sleeping on top of a desk in an office building while his dad and I cleaned carpets until 3 in the morning. I wish I was the one sleeping! We have come a long way from our carpet cleaning days but we are as happy now as we were then because we have each other and God. So Brandon, you are my everything and I could not be more honored to be your wife. I have loved every minute of our 8 years of marriage and I can not wait for many more. You are my man.
Tuesday, May 10, 2011
Do Only These Things Happen To Me?
Do things ever happen to you, and you think, "Why does this always happen to me?" This happens to me often and it began at an early age...
At age 11 I was doing cartwheels in my living room, got my foot caught in my nightgown, fell weird and broke my wrist. Who does that? I have no cool I was skating or riding my bike story. I am just a klutz, that is it.
My first day of high school I was puking my guts out in my bathroom so I didn't get to go. Our school started on a Friday ( why do they do that?) so the next Monday is my first official day and I am a nervous. first time high schooler walking around trying to look cool. Then I see my best friend at the time and we have the exact same shirt on, and other people are noticing and commenting and I begin to feel really uncool. Neither of us have a sweater or anything to cover up our fashion faux paux so we just walk next to each other looking like the bopsy twins. It gets worse.... We meet up with our other friend and lunch and guess what- she too, has the exact same shirt on. So now we are triplets, freshmen triplets ripe for the picking to make fun of ,and boy do we ever. I am now on my last class of the day and certain this nightmare is almost over. I go to the classroom number printed on my class schedule and walk in and start to feel really small, everyone else in this class seems older... The teacher then informs me in front of the whole class of Seniors that the freshmen class was switched to another room and I need to go there, as I am walking out the cutest Senior boys says "Hey it is one of those girls that dressed like triplets today!" The whole class laughs and I again am left wondering, why does this happen to me?
So my most recent, why does this happen to me moment? I am running my second half marathon and I am feeling good! I am with Karen, my BFF and Brandon, my sweet husband. My shoelace becomes slightly untied at the very beginning of the race but I am in the zone and not stopping to tie my shoe. So at mile 4 we are getting out or race fuel to get a little burst of energy and as I am reaching into my pocket to get my sports beans I biff it big time. I go down hard on my hands and knees. I get up and realize I am bleeding but I do not care, we are going to continue because we are making good time! My husband and BFF makes me stop and tie my shoe and we are off again. I keep up with my little team until about mile 9 and my knee starts throbbing and I have to slow down. I tell my teammates to go on without me and I slow down my pace, and finish. I would have finished faster if I would have just tied my shoe at the beginning. Again, why oh why does this stuff happen to me?
These things make me laugh and make me who I am. They are annoying, embarrassing, and silly but add to my story. These are just some of the things that make me perfectly imperfect.
At age 11 I was doing cartwheels in my living room, got my foot caught in my nightgown, fell weird and broke my wrist. Who does that? I have no cool I was skating or riding my bike story. I am just a klutz, that is it.
My first day of high school I was puking my guts out in my bathroom so I didn't get to go. Our school started on a Friday ( why do they do that?) so the next Monday is my first official day and I am a nervous. first time high schooler walking around trying to look cool. Then I see my best friend at the time and we have the exact same shirt on, and other people are noticing and commenting and I begin to feel really uncool. Neither of us have a sweater or anything to cover up our fashion faux paux so we just walk next to each other looking like the bopsy twins. It gets worse.... We meet up with our other friend and lunch and guess what- she too, has the exact same shirt on. So now we are triplets, freshmen triplets ripe for the picking to make fun of ,and boy do we ever. I am now on my last class of the day and certain this nightmare is almost over. I go to the classroom number printed on my class schedule and walk in and start to feel really small, everyone else in this class seems older... The teacher then informs me in front of the whole class of Seniors that the freshmen class was switched to another room and I need to go there, as I am walking out the cutest Senior boys says "Hey it is one of those girls that dressed like triplets today!" The whole class laughs and I again am left wondering, why does this happen to me?
So my most recent, why does this happen to me moment? I am running my second half marathon and I am feeling good! I am with Karen, my BFF and Brandon, my sweet husband. My shoelace becomes slightly untied at the very beginning of the race but I am in the zone and not stopping to tie my shoe. So at mile 4 we are getting out or race fuel to get a little burst of energy and as I am reaching into my pocket to get my sports beans I biff it big time. I go down hard on my hands and knees. I get up and realize I am bleeding but I do not care, we are going to continue because we are making good time! My husband and BFF makes me stop and tie my shoe and we are off again. I keep up with my little team until about mile 9 and my knee starts throbbing and I have to slow down. I tell my teammates to go on without me and I slow down my pace, and finish. I would have finished faster if I would have just tied my shoe at the beginning. Again, why oh why does this stuff happen to me?
These things make me laugh and make me who I am. They are annoying, embarrassing, and silly but add to my story. These are just some of the things that make me perfectly imperfect.
Friday, May 6, 2011
The Sheep that got me out of my Fog.
I love writing. So the last time I tried this blogging thing I thought I would love it and for sure stick to it; but I didn't. Lately, I keep thinking I want to write and tell the stories of my life; just as an outlet to get some of my creative juices flowing, so I decided to try this blog thing again. So here I go.
I have been in such a fog recently because I am plagued with allergies and therefore I take allergy medicine to help with my runny nose and watery eyes. This medicine helps me feel like my head isn't a running water faucet but it also makes me feel like I am going through life with a fog around me. So, in this fog I drove my two sweet little boys to school yesterday, gave them kisses and sent them off and then began my favorite part of the day: the drive between school and work. I usually love this time of day, it is my time all alone in my car to sing out loud, think about life, pray and just be all by myself. So, here I am driving down Oracle road in my fog and really not doing any of the a for mentioned activities because I am in a allergy medicine coma. Well, I look up and sitting next to me in the left hand turn lane is a Toyota truck with a bed full of sheep! I look over again making sure I am not being delusional also thanks to this medicine, and again I see this truck full of sheep, and they weren't you run of the mill Dolly. These sheep had horns and were every color from black to white. What does one do when you see something like this? Tweet it of course! I get my iPhone out trying to take a picture, because a tweet with a picture is worth double of the tweet without! Then I look up and realize the turn signal has now turned green and I am holding up Thursday morning traffic. Man does that truck with a dozen horned sheep take off fast and blast, I am without a picture!! So; because I am a very safe driver and never text on my phone while driving, I wait until the next red light and send out my slightly witty tweet about sheep in the morning. Then, I realize that my fog has slightly lifted and I feel a bit more normal. It just took a few sheep to wake me up. I wonder what other fun and crazy things I miss, not just because I might be in a allergy medicine fog but just in the fog of everything else I fill my life with, good and bad.
On another note, I kept my poor husband up all night with my coughing from these stupid allergies and found him cuddled on the couch this morning as I was leaving to go running, trying to get in some cough free sleep. Poor guy, I think we both are looking forward to the end of allergy season!
I have been in such a fog recently because I am plagued with allergies and therefore I take allergy medicine to help with my runny nose and watery eyes. This medicine helps me feel like my head isn't a running water faucet but it also makes me feel like I am going through life with a fog around me. So, in this fog I drove my two sweet little boys to school yesterday, gave them kisses and sent them off and then began my favorite part of the day: the drive between school and work. I usually love this time of day, it is my time all alone in my car to sing out loud, think about life, pray and just be all by myself. So, here I am driving down Oracle road in my fog and really not doing any of the a for mentioned activities because I am in a allergy medicine coma. Well, I look up and sitting next to me in the left hand turn lane is a Toyota truck with a bed full of sheep! I look over again making sure I am not being delusional also thanks to this medicine, and again I see this truck full of sheep, and they weren't you run of the mill Dolly. These sheep had horns and were every color from black to white. What does one do when you see something like this? Tweet it of course! I get my iPhone out trying to take a picture, because a tweet with a picture is worth double of the tweet without! Then I look up and realize the turn signal has now turned green and I am holding up Thursday morning traffic. Man does that truck with a dozen horned sheep take off fast and blast, I am without a picture!! So; because I am a very safe driver and never text on my phone while driving, I wait until the next red light and send out my slightly witty tweet about sheep in the morning. Then, I realize that my fog has slightly lifted and I feel a bit more normal. It just took a few sheep to wake me up. I wonder what other fun and crazy things I miss, not just because I might be in a allergy medicine fog but just in the fog of everything else I fill my life with, good and bad.
On another note, I kept my poor husband up all night with my coughing from these stupid allergies and found him cuddled on the couch this morning as I was leaving to go running, trying to get in some cough free sleep. Poor guy, I think we both are looking forward to the end of allergy season!
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