Fiddlin's Fun!
16 years ago
Wednesday, November 26, 2008
The Horror or the Holidays
As you all know I joined weight watchers in January and managed to loose 37.5 pounds, and have been maintaining my healthy weight for 4 months now. But I just heard that the average person gains 7 pounds between Thanksgiving and New Years. I AM TERRIFIED! They say it is stickier the 2nd time you loose it. I will be chanting my motto "NOTHING TASTES as GOOD as SKINNY FEELS."
Thanksgiving
It seems as this time of year I get very teary eyed, at commercials and emails. This one really pulled at my heart strings as I understand the joy of a child. Being a stand offish or shy person I wanted Princess to touch many lives, by being kind and out going. We often will be out and about and she will say hello to someone or I just see them smiling at her. She randomly will say in her high pitched excited voice "HELLO GG" to any women with the hair or stature of my grandmother. That can be a bit awkward, I just smile and keep walking.
I received this email a few days ago, and have thought about it several times.
~ A Baby's Hug ~ We were the only family with children in the restaurant. I sat Erik in a high chair and noticed everyone was quietly sitting and talking. Suddenly, Erik squealed with glee and said, 'Hi.' He pounded his fat baby hands on the high chair tray. His eyes were crinkled in laughter and his mouth was bared in a toothless grin, as he wriggled and giggled with merriment.
I looked around and saw the source of his merriment. It was a man whose pants were baggy with a zipper at half-mast and his toes poked out of would-be shoes. His shirt was dirty and his hair was uncombed and unwashed. His whiskers were too short to be called a beard and his nose was so varicose it looked like a road map.
We were too far from him to smell, but I was sure he smelled.. His hands waved and flapped on loose wrists. 'Hi there, baby; hi there, big boy. I see ya, buster,' the man said to Erik.
My husband and I exchanged looks, 'What do we do?'
Erik continued to laugh and answer, 'Hi.'
Everyone in the restaurant noticed and looked at us and then at the man. The old geezer was creating a nuisance with my beautiful baby. Our meal came and the man began shouting from across the room, 'Do ya patty cake? Do you know peek-a-boo? Hey, look, he knows peek- a-boo.'
Nobody thought the old man was cute. He was obviously drunk.
My husband and I were embarrassed. We ate in silence; all except for Erik, who was running through his repertoire for the admiring skid-row bum, who in turn, reciprocated with his cute comments.
We finally got through the meal and headed for the door. My husband went to pay the check and told me to meet him in the parking lot. The old man sat poised between me and the door. 'Lord, just let me out of here before he speaks to me or Erik,' I prayed. As I drew closer to the man, I turned my back trying to sidestep him and avoid any air he might be breathing. As I did, Erik leaned over my arm, reaching with both arms in a baby's 'pick-me-up' position. Before I could stop him, Erik had propelled himself from my arms to the man.
Suddenly a very old smelly man and a very young baby consummated their love and kinship. Erik in an act of total trust, love, and submission laid his tiny head upon the man's ragged shoulder. The man's eyes closed, and I saw tears hover beneath his lashes. His aged hands full of grime, pain, and hard labor, cradled my baby's bottom and stroked his back. No two beings have ever loved so deeply for so short a time.
I stood awestruck. The old man rocked and cradled Erik in his arms and his eyes opened and set squarely on mine. He said in a firm commanding voice, 'You take care of this baby.'
Somehow I managed, 'I will,' from a throat that contained a stone.
He pried Erik from his chest, lovingly and longingly as though he were in pain. I received my baby, and the man said, 'God bless you, ma'am, you've given me my Christmas gift.'
I said nothing more than a muttered thanks. With Erik in my arms, I ran for the car. My husband was wondering why I was crying and holding Erik so tightly, and why I was saying, 'My God, my God, forgive me.'
I had just witnessed Christ's love shown through the innocence of a tiny child who saw no sin, who made no judgment; a child who saw a soul, and a mother who saw a suit of clothes. I was a Christian who was blind, holding a child who was not. I felt it was God asking, 'Are you willing to share your son for a moment?' when He shared His for all eternity. How did God feel when he put his baby in our arms 2000 years ago.
The ragged old man, unwittingly, had reminded me, 'To enter the Kingdom of God , we must become as little children.' If this has blessed you, please bless others by sending it on. Sometimes, it takes a child to remind us of what is really important. We must always remember who we are, where we came from and, most importantly, how we feel about others. The clothes on your back or the car that you drive or the house that you live in does not define you at all; it is how you treat your fellow man that identifies who you are. This one is a keeper. 'It is better to be liked for the true you, than to be loved for who people think you are......'
Wow it still gets me.
We get so wrapped up in the "commercial" holiday that we forget the true meaning.
I received this email a few days ago, and have thought about it several times.
~ A Baby's Hug ~ We were the only family with children in the restaurant. I sat Erik in a high chair and noticed everyone was quietly sitting and talking. Suddenly, Erik squealed with glee and said, 'Hi.' He pounded his fat baby hands on the high chair tray. His eyes were crinkled in laughter and his mouth was bared in a toothless grin, as he wriggled and giggled with merriment.
I looked around and saw the source of his merriment. It was a man whose pants were baggy with a zipper at half-mast and his toes poked out of would-be shoes. His shirt was dirty and his hair was uncombed and unwashed. His whiskers were too short to be called a beard and his nose was so varicose it looked like a road map.
We were too far from him to smell, but I was sure he smelled.. His hands waved and flapped on loose wrists. 'Hi there, baby; hi there, big boy. I see ya, buster,' the man said to Erik.
My husband and I exchanged looks, 'What do we do?'
Erik continued to laugh and answer, 'Hi.'
Everyone in the restaurant noticed and looked at us and then at the man. The old geezer was creating a nuisance with my beautiful baby. Our meal came and the man began shouting from across the room, 'Do ya patty cake? Do you know peek-a-boo? Hey, look, he knows peek- a-boo.'
Nobody thought the old man was cute. He was obviously drunk.
My husband and I were embarrassed. We ate in silence; all except for Erik, who was running through his repertoire for the admiring skid-row bum, who in turn, reciprocated with his cute comments.
We finally got through the meal and headed for the door. My husband went to pay the check and told me to meet him in the parking lot. The old man sat poised between me and the door. 'Lord, just let me out of here before he speaks to me or Erik,' I prayed. As I drew closer to the man, I turned my back trying to sidestep him and avoid any air he might be breathing. As I did, Erik leaned over my arm, reaching with both arms in a baby's 'pick-me-up' position. Before I could stop him, Erik had propelled himself from my arms to the man.
Suddenly a very old smelly man and a very young baby consummated their love and kinship. Erik in an act of total trust, love, and submission laid his tiny head upon the man's ragged shoulder. The man's eyes closed, and I saw tears hover beneath his lashes. His aged hands full of grime, pain, and hard labor, cradled my baby's bottom and stroked his back. No two beings have ever loved so deeply for so short a time.
I stood awestruck. The old man rocked and cradled Erik in his arms and his eyes opened and set squarely on mine. He said in a firm commanding voice, 'You take care of this baby.'
Somehow I managed, 'I will,' from a throat that contained a stone.
He pried Erik from his chest, lovingly and longingly as though he were in pain. I received my baby, and the man said, 'God bless you, ma'am, you've given me my Christmas gift.'
I said nothing more than a muttered thanks. With Erik in my arms, I ran for the car. My husband was wondering why I was crying and holding Erik so tightly, and why I was saying, 'My God, my God, forgive me.'
I had just witnessed Christ's love shown through the innocence of a tiny child who saw no sin, who made no judgment; a child who saw a soul, and a mother who saw a suit of clothes. I was a Christian who was blind, holding a child who was not. I felt it was God asking, 'Are you willing to share your son for a moment?' when He shared His for all eternity. How did God feel when he put his baby in our arms 2000 years ago.
The ragged old man, unwittingly, had reminded me, 'To enter the Kingdom of God , we must become as little children.' If this has blessed you, please bless others by sending it on. Sometimes, it takes a child to remind us of what is really important. We must always remember who we are, where we came from and, most importantly, how we feel about others. The clothes on your back or the car that you drive or the house that you live in does not define you at all; it is how you treat your fellow man that identifies who you are. This one is a keeper. 'It is better to be liked for the true you, than to be loved for who people think you are......'
Wow it still gets me.
We get so wrapped up in the "commercial" holiday that we forget the true meaning.
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
Home Coming
Well Husband got home safe and sound last night. My clone aka Princess gave him the silent treatment, she wouldn't even look at him. I think she was really mad that he was gone for so long. Finally Doe Doe got her to break down and the had a great time.
So is Husband being played or are we??? I think he is playing us. He knows we are suckers and he can do WHATEVER he wants and we will forget about it.
So is Husband being played or are we??? I think he is playing us. He knows we are suckers and he can do WHATEVER he wants and we will forget about it.
Monday, November 24, 2008
One Long Weekend
Husband was out of town this weekend. He calls it Bear Camp I refer to it as "Beer Camp", basically 8 or 10 boys go to State College area, do they really hunt HELL NO. They leave Saturday Morning at 6:00 am, they all jam into 1 or 2 trucks and pull the most disgusting pop up camper I have every seen. They drink the hole time they are there and they don't shower. MY HUSBAND comes home in the same clothes he left in. I KNOW the same UNDERWEAR and SOCKS. It just makes me sick. This has been a tradition of Husband and Brother in Law sense they were little, Father in Law retired years ago and it has become a Frat BOY Weekend. Now mind you most of the boys that do go are Fathers, that act like 8 year-olds. Now that Princess is two, she knows that her dad is not where he is supposed to be so all weekend she says like a parrot. Mom where Doe Doe (yes she calls him Doe Doe). Mom where Doe Doe. How do you explain to a two year old her dad has to have a MAN'S weekend and he will be gone for a few days. I can't tell her he is camping. As she will probably stroke out and think how could he go with out her. So I just saying he is hunting and he is trying to catch a bear. She in her little voice say "O". Like she understands. Then 2 seconds later "Mom where Doe Doe".
I do take for granted how much my little Princess understands but, this I can not get her to understand! Dale says next years she will make him feel guilty about going. We shall see.
But we have had much training potty progress over the weekend, we are almost there.
I do take for granted how much my little Princess understands but, this I can not get her to understand! Dale says next years she will make him feel guilty about going. We shall see.
But we have had much training potty progress over the weekend, we are almost there.
Friday, November 21, 2008
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