Every day has good things and bad things. Sometimes the bad things seem to out number the good. It is then that we must find the good.
Saturday....good. This means I can sleep in and be a little lazy.
Have to go shoe shopping...again! Now I don't mean shoe shopping for me. that would be grand! No, I had to buy PE shoes for my daughter. Money is tight so I put this as bad. Plus I didn't really want to go any where. Bad attitude.
My mom came with me and the kids. Good. This means someone to help me with the kids.
I spent $45. Not good. But I suppose I could have done worse.
Rich had to get his car smog checked. Good and Bad. Good for me...I didn't have to go. Bad for him because he did have to go!
Bank card declines. What the French Toast!? This is where ugly comes in. I went online to check on our account and indeed we were overdrawn. It took some doing, but I found the reason.
Good. Mom loaned me the money so Rich could go home.
Better. Donna--my extras' mom--paid me a few days early.
Being overdrawn certainly was not the highpoint of my day, but even that couldn't ruin the day as a whole. It had good stuff mixed in to make it easier when the bad stuff got ugly.
A bonus good, was a funny thing a woman said at Wal-Mart. You know how there is always a screaming crying kid? Sometimes it is yours! Well today it wasn't mine, but there were at least two I remember. One baby was under a year and just plain tired. The other one was under 2 and wanting out of the cart. Mom said no. He cried more. Then the mom in a moment of brilliance told her baby, to stop acting like a baby. Isn't that sort of redundant?
Best part. My husband and I got through this set back with little or no tension. We just picked ourselves up and moved on. Wow! Did we just mature a little? Well, hopefully not too much.
My uncle died today. It was in the wee hours of the morning. He had been very sick with cancer. He was my dad's youngest and only living brother. I am more sad for my dad and his family than I am sad. My uncle shut himself out from the family. I don't know why. I never asked. The last time I saw him I was probably 15. It would have been when my Grandpa died, my dad's father. I remember we played games that night...or the night before. And my uncle was being very funny. He was very funny. Silly. We were playing a game called Perquackey. A game of dice with letters on the dice. I don't remember how many dice there were or the rules. What I do remember, is my uncle spelled a bad word. I remember being shocked that he would use a bad word. I told him he couldn't use it. He was laughing. The funny thing is, it truly was the only word he could spell. He had horrible letters. We were all laughing. Who won the game? I couldn't tell you. I just remember that moment. And how funny it was.
My dad is sad. And reasonably so. He lost his mother in 05, his older brother in 07--also to cancer--and now his younger brother. What a toll this must be. He was much closer to his older brother, but that is neither here nor there. What saddens me most is how my uncle built walls around himself, and disconnected himself from his family.
I am also saddened by the fact that my dad thinks when you die that is it. Even with years of exposure to the church, he still thinks this is it. I can no more understand that, than he can understand why I believe that this is NOT it. That this is just another step in our progression. I am so thankful that he never objected to my mom taking us to church. Interestingly enough, he thought church would be a good thing for us kids. Still, whether he isn't sure or he simply can't fathom more life beyond this mortal existence, it is sad to me.
I haven't seen my uncle in over 20 years. I also had not spoken to him. I faithfully sent him Christmas cards over the years, pictures of the kids and so on. I don't think he ever sent anything to me, but my cards never came back so I know he got them. I know he appreciated it. I know his mother, brother, and two of his sisters were there to greet him. It was a good day for them. A good friend of mine said, "When we left the premortal existence, there must have been sorrow to see us leave. And when a baby is born, there is so much joy and rejoicing. And then, we leave this earth and there is sorrow here, but there is so much joy and rejoicing when we return home." what a beautiful thought. And I believe it to be true.
My dad and his mom. My dad and his older brother--the last picture of them together.
I am behind in my blogging. Last week, I started getting migraines. This is nothing unusual for me. I get them a lot. I have prescribed medicine for them. Thank goodness! I took my meds and did my best to get through the days. Soon, the prescribed stuff was gone, and I was still being plagued by the headache. This should have been a clue. I moved on to Ibuproferen. It helped, but when the meds wore off, the headache was back with vengeance! I thought it could be a rebound migraine. Those are the worst. And about the only thing to cure them is sleep, and little or no meds. I was doing good with the meds though. I didn't think I was over doing it. It was then, I realized a lot of my pain was central to my face. It was time to go to the doctor. I am not a good patient. I will wait til I am forced. Why? Who knows? I am not this way with my kids. I don't run them to the doctor if they have the sniffles, but I do take them when there is a problem. So I went. I have a sinus infection. What a drag. They are tough to beat. Lucky for me, we called on our home teacher and he and Rich gave me a blessing. I am a firm believer in the power of prayer and blessings. It was pointed out to me, to be diligent in taking my medication. So I will. In the meantime....I will rest. I want comfort food....
Do you get bored of cooking? I do. It's always the same old thing. Don't get me wrong, my kids will boast that I am the best cook in the world. Well I don't know about that. I might be willing to take being the best cook in this house. haha. Sometimes we just want something that is easy and tasty. Well here is a family favorite that is just that. I got this recipe from a good friend of mine.
chicken pieces--you can use all breasts, all thighs, or whatever your family will eat. 1 can cream of mushroom soup 2 cans cream of chicken soup 1 1/3 cups of rice 3/4 to 1 cup of water Seasoning salt Paprika
In a casserole dish, spray with vegetable oil and then add the soups, rice and water. Mix together. Add chicken pieces and sprinkle with spices. Cover and cook at 375 for 90 minutes. Serve with your favorite vegetable. I usually serve corn.