Current Mood: Happy

I think I’ve pretty much transferred over to this new (or rather old) site, and caught everything that needed tweeking.  Of course I’ve already thought I had it all together a couple of times. The first time I realized everything didn’t just move over to the new site was when I saw the weather for Orlando posted in the 30′s. It was 80 degrees outside!  I fixed my weather plugin and then checked on my other plugins. Then this morning I went to go do some visits and Whaaa? All of my links were missing. All these other links that who knows who put in were there. I went back to the old site, nabbed my links and brought them over (one by one, ugh!) But they’re in place now. Hope that’s it as the other site will go away in two days. Now all I have to do is figure out how to access the links I put on private and update to the new version of WordPress. I hate to do that as I always mess up something. I think I’ll save that for another day. I’ll get this all figured out one of these days. I’ve sure come a long way in the past two years. It was not an easy to adjustment to move to wordpress, but I find it hard to go back now. There are so many little features that I now have control over. Once you have control it’s hard to relinquish it. Hope your day goes well. We’re half way through the week.

I am taking another Big Picture Scrapbooking class. This one is called the Art of Becoming More. I’m always wanting to do something to improve myself and looking for motivation. I always seem to get sidetracked. Flylady is often referring to S.H.E.s (Sidetracked Home Executives). I am definately a S.H.E. I keep trying the flylady system, keep getting sidetracked but I keep going back and don’t give up. I saw the advertisment for this Becoming More class and loved the idea. Here I go again. Part of me says, “Why? You’re just going to get sidetracked again.” The other part of me says, “You are a much better person because you keep trying and don’t give it up! And one of these days it is going to stick!” I am definately more than I would have been had I not kept looking at positive ways to change and I have made many positive changes in my life. So..

This morning in Sunday School it was my turn to present the lesson. (We don’t have a Sunday School teacher as such, we take turns presenting the lessons. I love it because we get so many different perspectives.) We have been covering a book called Soul Survivor, How Thirteen Unlikely Mentors Helped my Faith Survive the Church. It was written by Philip Yancey. My subject was Gandhi. I have spent the last two weeks going over the life of Gandhi and the history of his influence in India and the world. Wow! The secular world today would probably characterize him as OCD. He was a stubborn man with very high ideals. But he made a major difference in the world and particularly India in his life time and beyond. At the end of his life, he had reduced his possessions to a watch, his staff, his loin-cloth which he had made himself, a bowl and a few other minor necessities. Material goods, he thought, got in the way. When I think on that one ideal and look around my home I have to agree. I am overwhelmed with “stuff”! In my efforts to improve me and become a better me, my first focus will be on material goods. I obviously will not go to the extent that Gandhi did. But I do need to take a long hard look at what I have, verses what I need. Does what I have honestly give me or my family pleasure, or does it just get in our way and clutter up our lives? I am not teaching my children what is really important by allowing so many things to gather. I am not taking care of the Earth as I should by overbuying goods and not using everything that I buy. I am wasting money that could go for better uses by not thinking through my purchases and making wasteful selections. Becoming more aware of what I need versus what I want and making better choices.

Current Mood: Happy

I am a bit on the tired side this morning.  I’m going to make me some coffee as soon as I finish this post.

DD is 6 and in first grade.  She likes to share our phone number with friends at school in hopes of setting up play dates.

Well she has a little friend from another class with whom she shared our number.  This child has me rethinking this whole give your friend your number if you want to have her over.  This child called at 9:10 PM last night.  DD’s bedtime is 9.  We were waiting on a call from DH and DS who are on the 5th grade camp out.  (They never called btw) so I let her pick up thinking it was them.  DD told this little girl she was going to bed and couldn’t talk.  10 minutes later…she calls again.  DD says, she can’t call her this late. Not to call until tomorrow.  Then a third time.  After that I wouldn’t let DD pick up anymore.  This child kept calling every 15 or 20 minutes until 11:20.  I’m wondering if mom and dad know she’s got the phone.  I sure hope not as I’d hate to think Mom and Dad would allow that.  Anyway, I’ve now contacted the phone company and added the call block to my service.  I told DD to tell her when she saw her today, that her mom is not happy, that she knows it was her who was calling (I forgot to mention when I answered she didn’t talk) because we have caller ID.  That tells us what number is dialing.  If she calls after 9 pm again her number will be blocked and she will not be able to call DD again.  ARGH!

Wow, I’m thinking through the events of the week and it has been quite eventful.  Yesterday I was working in the great room when the doorbell rings.  I ask DS who it is (we don’t open the door until we know who is there).  He replys he doesn’t know and then comes out and quietly tells me it’s the police.  WHAT!  So I go to the door and answer.  He holds out a picture of the boy next door and asks if I know this child.

“Of course!  He’s our neighbor!  What’s going on?”

“He’s missing have we seen him?”

“No!”

He wants to know if he can check our back yard and are there any hiding places.

“Sure!”  I take him back.

No boy next door.  I didn’t think he’d be there but it’s always better to look.  At one point in our search I see some boys in the woods and comment he could be there.  The boys in the woods are his cousins looking for him.  This is scary.  This child doesn’t do stuff like this and he was just on their back porch.  Mom and Dad and the family were inside and poof, he was gone.  So I get DS, leave DD with other neighbor and we go out walking to look.  We get half way down the street and run into Mom.  We keep walking and chatting with her on where they’ve looked and where we could possibly look when we turn the corner and there he is!  Instant relief.  Instant tears.  I leave mom to chat with her son and start heading back to let the others know he’s been found.  Apparently he told his cousin (who wasn’t listening) that he was walking up to the local grocery store to get a candy bar and some water.  I’m sure Mom didn’t know whether to hit him or hug him.  I’m sure the cousin got an ear full as well.  I’m was just so relieved that he was found and didn’t just disappear off his porch.  That was too scary a thought for me.