Saturday, January 17, 2004

Bad Hair Day? If only....

Have you ever had a day that you wish would just hurry up and end? That was my day today. It seemed like everything got on my nerves. The kids, husband, everything. To top it off we had a singing at church tonight. Guess what? I got to sing.

There's this one song I do. I really enjoy this song, but the second time you sing the chorus the key changes. I forgot to change with it. You want to talk about embarrassing. You have to understand that I sing low for a female. In high school, I sang tenor. Does that tell you something? I can hit the low notes easier than high notes. Even though I messed up, I still had a good time tonight. It made the day end a lot better than it began. I hope you plan on going to church tomorrow. It doesn't matter what is going wrong with my day, being there and worshiping Jesus, that makes all my problems seem to disappear.

God's Blessings to you always.

Have you ever?

Have you ever had a dream wake you up out of a sound sleep? I might understand it if it had been scary, but this one was just plain weird. I was at the school to pick up my boys, high school, my high school. My oldest son is only in second grade, and the youngest is only 3.

That's okay, I dreamed the other night that I ended up having to go back to high school to finish. I graduated in '83. I don't think I need to go back to high school!

I just want to know why I'm having these dreams about my old high school. It's not like it was all that great. I was very unpopular. I had book smarts, but not a lick of street smarts to my name. I was very naive. You have to understand, my graduating class had only 89 people. Very large school here. Not exactly the crime spot of the world. The only thing I liked about school, besides being able to learn something new, was the fact that at school, I was able to be a kid. I'm the oldest of 4. My parents divorced when I was 12, and I had been watching my younger brother and sisters since I was 9 years old. I was the one to get them up and make sure they were ready for school. Luckily, we could eat breakfast at school. Like I said, it wasn't exactly my favorite time in life.

You would figure with all that, I'd be less naive. But I wasn't.

Oh well, on to other matters. Devin, my oldest, his birthday is in August. Would you believe he brought me a list of what he wants for his birthday party? He made a list at school. He has everything written down that he wants, what kind of cake, candles, gifts, etc. I had him put it by the computer so maybe I could keep up with it until them. I usually have him a party at his school, since his birthday usually falls right at the beginning of the school year. He's so precious to me. Both of my boys are, even when they are driving me up a wall. Marcus has stolen my pillow, and won't give it back. That may be one reason I'm not sleeping as well as usual.

Aren't children the most precious things? I hope you think so as well.

Anyway, I'm going to try to get some more sleep. I write more later.

God's blessing with you always.

Friday, January 16, 2004

I'm having a hard time

I've tried several times to get today's post to be posted. For some reason, it won't go through even though it says it is. I like to check this just to make sure, and correct any spelling errors I make. I'm just trying to get this done. I really don't have anything to say.

So bye.

Another friend

I don't know about you, but I have msn messenger. I love it. I get to talk to friends that I've met on the net. He calls himself CgFreak. He's great with graphics. Here is his site. He's a real nice guy. We "talk" on occasion, and I've never even heard his voice. Isn't the internet a great thing? We met at a forum I go to. Digital Betas It's a great place to learn about what is going on in the computer world. Anyway, back to Cg. Every once in a while we get together and talk about anything. I'm glad my husband doesn't get jealous! Most of the people I talk to on the net are guys. And most of the people I talk to here in my home town are women. Weird isn't it?

When I first started going to the forum, they were amazed that I was a female. Like just because I'm a female, I'm not supposed to get into computers. I laughed so hard when they found out I wasn't male, they even posted about it.

Why do guys think that computers are a guys domain and women don't know what they're talking about. I was talking to a friend about a computer I'm trying to fix. When I told him what I thought the problem was, he started asking question about what it was doing. So we talked for a while only to have him come to the same conclusion I had. Go figure! I'm blonde and female. Two strikes against me. Anyway, I've got to go, it's getting late, and I know my two boys will be up early as usual.

I hope you have a nice day. And may God bless you always.

Okay, I'm back sooner that I thought. But I can't get this to publish. So I thought I'd write some more to see what happens. Let's try that again.

Thursday, January 15, 2004

Just looking around

I got an email from UNICEF just the other day. I've been asking around trying to find related sites that I could place a link for and they responded, needless to say. After who doesn't want links to their site, most especially if it's a one way link.

I never really knew exactly what UNICEF did until I went to their website. They make sure all children get what we sometimes consider basic human needs. If I need to get my children immunized, I either go to the health department or go to my doctor. A lot of the children they help don't have that option. That is just one way they help children. There are too many to name.

It's things like this that make me realize that I need to keep this program going. Children all over the world need to know that they are loved, that people care for them. UNICEF has a line on their page that says, "We believe that nurturing and caring for children are the cornerstones of human progress." That is such a true statement. We all say that children are the hope for the future, yet they are the most exploited, the most abused. Why is it so hard for some people to love children, these little bundles come into the world so full of love. We as adults are responsible for the raising of children. We can either teach them hate and fear, or we can teach them love and acceptance. The choice is ours.

My children think nothing of saying to someone that they love them, or that they missed them. They know that they are loved, they don't have to question that fact. Even when I have to correct them for something, they know I love them. It kills me that all children can't know that feeling, they can't know that they are loved and cared for.

If you have children, let them know that you love them, let them know that you will be there for them. I can quarantee that any love you give to a child will be returned 100 fold.

God's blessings to you and your family.

Monday, January 12, 2004

Friend of Foe?

I'm still relatively new to the net. I've only been surfing for around 6 months. That's total time, not actual. I've gone to the library and used there access before. but this is the first time I've had it in my home. Since I've had it here, I've learned a lot of different things. You can find some good friends on the net. But you can also finds some horrible places as well.

I made a new friend just the other day. I'm always looking for midis to use at church. We have no piano player and I've found that some midis actually sound pretty good. So I change the format and burn them to cd. Anyway, back to the story. I found this one midi place, and decided to thank him for the wide variety he has there. There's several pages of all kinds there. He emails me back just to let me know that my site is having problems coming through on netscape. Now he didn't have to do this, but I'm glad he did. Now the problem has been fixed. I never would have known this had he not told me.

See the internet can be a good thing. Because of this I made a new friend.

Sunday, January 11, 2004

What will it take?

What will it take to get people to give to this program? These children I send to really need this. I know it's not much. It's not a non-profit organization. It's not a cure. It won't heal them, but it does touch their heart. I does let them know that they are being thought about! It lets them know that they are loved! But my biggest hope is that it does bring a smile to their faces!

I really want to know, what will it take?

I can only imagine what they are going through. I don't know what it's like to lay in a hospital bed day after day, praying for a cure, praying for the pain to go away. I won't say that I do. But that is why I started this program, to hopeful make them, if not forget, then at least not mind as much, at least for a little while.

I sit here and think about these children sometimes and wonder what they think about. What thoughts go their minds. Have you ever done that? Try to put yourself in someelse's shoe's?

Children are out hope for the future. I'm reminded of that everyday as I watch my own children. I look at how things are now and how I remember them as a child myself. There's so much more hate a violence now. I don't remember it being this bad as a child. Going to school, I didn't have to worry about someone coming in to my school and shooting me or one of my friends. What have we, as adults, done to our children that would make them do such things? Because if you sit down and look at things, children aren't born with this kind of knowledge, it is taught to them by adults, by us! What are we doing different? Are we not showing them as much love, not letting them know we care? What? I really want to know!!! I walk around and look at these children today, and there is such hopelessness in their eyes. Have we become so caught up in our own lives that we've forgotten to teach them the most important things in live? How to dream, love, hope? Even imagination seems to be coming a thing of the past. Each child today is being taught to not be different. Like they're supposed to all be stamped from the same mold. They're not like that! We're not like that! Each person if unique. Each person is special. But it seems we've forgotten this rule. Why?