Thank you Sarah F. - for being so literal, serious...as I RE-READ, the poem I posted last, I can see that though pieces of it are moving, I can also see that indeed I don't necessarily agree or take to heart all parts. Case in point -
A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE ...
enough money within her control to move out
and rent a place of her own, even if she never wants to or needs to...
I feel led, thank you Sarah, to share publicly, that I don't have even a dime in my OWN control, nor do I want a dime in my own control - to move out on. I get the jist - but Jake and I share and God forbid (literally) that the need or the want arise, I trust that the means will be there. Anyone that knows me, even a little, knows that money is something I struggle with. Not the spending or saving (well, okay, who am I kidding), but on a more serious note, the ungodliness of it and what it does to people. I have cried more tears, shook my fists more time and thrown up my hands in more tantrums then I care to admit and all in the name or in the "curse" of money - so, my aunt gave me this verse this week I Timothy 6:10 "For the love of money is a root of all kinds of evil. Some people, eager for money, have wandered from the faith, and pierced themselves with many griefs."
I think it fits perfectly with the first line of this poem, and stashing stuff away - who needs it. We can't take any of this garbage with us - to that I say AMEN!
So, what do you think Sarah - you got me thinking.
Now, for those that don't know, starting LAST Monday morning Bo began puking and continued until Anna and I picked up the torch on Tues. night and carried on well into Wed. We took a break and Bo picked up again Thursday, only to have it finally hit Jake last night. Yes, folks, for FIVE solid days the Lyon household has used every toilet, tub, carpet and other misc. things to catch our bodily fluids. We have attempted to keep pedialyte, water, vitamin c, sprite etc. down and I think we are on the triumphunt side. All that said. NOTHING has been done in or outside of this house (or this brain) in DAYS, so you were bound to get something intelligent out of me. Or at least insightful. HA!
I still have all my notes and things from my WONDERFUL conference last weekend that I wanted to study, meditate and look over, so it could re-sink in, but to no avail. I tell ya. I haven't been sick like this in ages. I was talking to my mom - the pukies we have decided between our two memories have gotten me a total of 3 times in my 29 years. Yep, that is IT! Oh 29 you say - yeah, I had a bday - last Sat. Those of you that have been East of the Mississippi, would be happy to know that by accident I ended up having my bday dinner at White Castle. (is that how I got sick?)
Oh and I need to go back to Nashville - so much to love about that place - country music heaven....and I wanted to stop in Memphis. Yeah, this CA girl likes the south.
TU is playing BYU - and I have a certain BLOG fan that is a BYU alum, and several that aren't alumni but are fans, so I will be eating crow if we loose. GO HURRICANE!
It is cool here, didn't even hit 70 I don't think today. You know what that means? Keri's favorite time of the year is here. I would also like to ADVERTISE, that since I got pregnant with Anna in 2003, we have officially passed the "longest" mark without being pregnant. And since I am feeling really public with information, if you recall my first blog of the year it wasn't a resolution but just a "fact" I said no pregnancies or babies in 2007. Well, with my head situation, and limited means of BC, I chose the Depo shot this time around per my neurologist and PC getting together and I am covered on that until 11/07 and Jake SWEARS he is done. So I don't want to get antsy, but in case you think I never follow through with anything, we are getting close folks, we definetly won't be having any babies in 07, the chances of being PG are growing slim, and I have even lost over 20lbs! Now if that isn't crazy.
Okay - you can tell I am rambling - this is because I have been stuck inside, stuck with my kids, to sick to even chat on the phone, email or blog.
Happy Saturday night and go TU!