Somthing I love. Family. Every combination. Brothers. Sisters. Cousins. Aunts Uncles. Moms. Dads. Grandparents. Lost and Found. Inlaws- Outlaws. I love them everyone. I treasure my family.
Family. God gave me everyone of them, to love!
This is Midland Memorial Hospital, I hate this place. Not just because it is a hospital. I don’t hate Dallas Childrens Hospital. I don’t hate Medical City Dallas. I don’t hate Cook’s in Fort Worth.I don’t hate Odessa Regional Medical Center. I don’t hate UMC or Covenant Hospital’s in Lubbock. All of these hospitals I have experienced. Only Midland Memorial have we received inadequate even harmful treatment, EVERY TIME!
I hope the photo challenge police don’t get me for this. But like #9 I just can not come up with a ‘person’. Keith of course is in the running, just as in #9, because he has been ‘in’ my life the most.
Also not real sure on the ‘messed up’ definition. Messed up as in goofy fun a bit on the dangerous or just plain wrong? Either way I don’t have a person to point my finger at, except myself. As far as I can remember I am the person I am always with when I have done something goofy fun and a bit on the dangerous side, or just plain wrong ;).
Even this posting- I myself ‘messed up’ all by myself- I posted it Saturday and something went very wrong– This is a reposting of the first.
The first I wrote of why I am a ‘all by myself’ — I will try again. It is not a sad thing, really. I am an introvert. YES, DAMN IT I AM. Introvert does not mean shy, though I don’t think shy people can be extroverts. I do like people I like being around people, I like talking to people, I like, very much, having friends. BUT, I think think think think think think think, before I can ever figure out what to say to start a conversation. I like my time alone, A LOT. If I am with people for a bit, I really need time away, to gel.
I have issues being a people pleaser, YET I don’t change the way I am, or think, or do to please people.(which some do just to make others happy) I just want people to like me for me, accept me for me. So when someone questions my methods of madness or point out the same. When someone critisizes me or my ….whatever, I construe it as they don’t like me. I am wrong. I get that now.
I do what I do because I feel led to, it feels right, or I know it is right. I probably act on feelings and perception first and thinking next. This being me, I may do a few more ‘messed up’ things in the eyes of others–Which brings me back to the people pleaser thing. — I suppose you could say I don’t conform. It is not a bad thing,
Not that all I do, is approved by God. I, at least, am not doing it for the world, that has to count for something 😉
So Me, Myself and I am/are the person I do the most messed up things with– I got proof.
At first I thought this award would go to …… 
. I mean who else? What other person, seeing he has been ‘with’ me the majority of my life? Then I thought, again.
Well, me myself and I 
has gotten me through quite a bit 😉 . Well actually not. I have not gotten myself out of anything.
By myself, or with Keith I would not have gotten through anything without God. I know, I know God is not a person, but Jesus is!! So that is my all time person getting me through the most,Jesus. I don’t have a photo of him. I don’t know what he actually looks like, but I think I will recognize him when I see him face to face.
One of my first memories, I am about 4, laying in the floor of my living room, my parents and brothers have all gone outside, I stayed in playing with my Penny Brite. Penny Brite has a pearl necklace, little beads on a wire. This necklace has become tangled in the burber type carpet and I am trying to pull it loose. Somehow curved end of the wire embeds in my finger, I am now connected to the carpet via the bead necklace. I pull a bit and embeds more, it starts to bleed little drops of red. I cry out but no one can hear me, I can see their heads out side the window. I remember to this day feeling a calm come over me and laying down and just watching the little drop of blood, I do think I cried softly too. My parents came in and found me that way, crying a bit. My dad grabbed some pliers and started plying – I remember him being frustrated, because it had hooked under my skin somehow and kept grabbing more as he tried to pull it out, I whimpered. Dad was going through all the what happened, why didn’t you call us, ect. I told him I did. Then I said, ‘but Jesus told me lay down and wait’. Just as I told him that the wire finally slipped out of my finger.
Jesus talk was not a norm in our house. We went to church, Methodist church. (nuff said?) Dad said the same prayer at supper, and Sunday Lunch. I said my “lay me down” at night. But we were not Jesus talkers.I am not weird or flakey, I promise. I actually don’t think I have represented my self well as a believer most of my life. A lot of people probably would not have pointed to me and said, “that girl has Jesus in her life.” But I did, I do.
Since then when something needs to be gotten through, whether it be a lost pet or a dying brother. A car wreck or a lost ring. A sick child or an argument between Keith and I that seems to be ‘the one we can not recover from.’ Times I have been frightened. Times I have strayed so far away from God there seems to be no way back. When I am lonely. . In turmoil of life. The familiar feeling of calm, that I felt and remember 44 years later, comes
and I get through.
Yes. I asked permission from Keith. He said yes.
Meg would deliver about 6 weeks later. Ashton delivered about 4 months later. Keith has not delivered yet ;). Though it is dissipating as I type, he is on a mission to lose, so probably will in about a week, knowing him!
Laugh it is ok! I love that Keith has no problem doing this, in the first place, and that he does not mind sharing, forever.
It is a big Item. But I do treasure my home. The house that Keith and I built. WE literally did build it, with help from friends and those we contracted to, who became friends,, in a year. .
We have been blessed beyond our imagination. We have always made everything we lived in a home for our family, the boys have some of their best memories even from what I considered our worse house. Keith and I had a dream home in our hearts. We would talk the IF we designed one it would have this and that and the other. Be in homes that inspired, share our covet’s with each other. Then one day the opportunity – Something I know God gave us. Our house doubled in value. Evan moved to San Antonio for school at just that time. The other two had been gone for years. We jumped out on faith. Found some land from a man who was looking for someone to buy, he died 2 months after we bought it. Found some one who was moving out of their used 5th wheel and wanted little for it. Found the material to build the concrete forms at 1/4 the price… EVERY door was being flung open for us. We designed the house exactly as we wanted it. We lived in a travel trailer for a year, and did not divorce. We had friends and family come and offer their help just when we needed. Those we contracted to ended up all becoming friends, they wanted for our dream to happen as much as we. When the rain came on cement pour day and should have ruined it all, and did not, cement guys as well as we all praised God. The men that rocked the house, who did not speak english, knew God was present in our dream home. They implanted in our house with these specially carved rocks
I treasure these.
My side gate is the gate from my child hood home, front courtyard.
WE added a center that goes better with our house. My front gate was built by Keith and the Texas in the middle is made by our dearest friend Roy.
The concrete walls have the been placed by Lee, and Keith and Brian and Ricky and Dave and me and…..
The walls are painted
by Keith and I.
Exactly the way we want them , just for us. Every electric outlet installed by dear friends and co workers of Keith’s. I flip a switch or plug in a lamp and I thank God for each one of them. every day! The baseboards put in by Evan on his weekends home. The roof a combined effort of family and church friends. Our well pump installed by a friend of years. Our main gate built by Brian, adorned, again, by Roy
My pedestal sink completed by Lee after his dad finally had enough.;) Door’s hung high and low by my guys. 
A friend built the fence with his father in law. At the completion of the job, we found that we had given our testimony to our faith in God,by just being, and the father in law, decided if being a believer meant having the joy we had, he wanted to know more!!!
Blood, Sweat, tears and love all hold this house together. My house is my most treasured item. It is a gift, a blessing from God. It is the house that God built, we just were his tools. I pray everyday that I can have opportunity to use it for His Glory.
I thought on this a bit, maybe too much. I had to contemplate the purpose of the trade. Was I going to be me in their place, or them in their place. Them in their place made no sense to me, because I would not experience the ‘day’. So then I had to consider I would make MY decisions in their day. This opened a whole new perspective for me. I could change their world, their influence, by being in their place. BUT there is the word ‘trade’ they would be in my place, they too could influence by being in my place.
So being in a leadership position (ie President) of one I don’t like, agree with, or trust is OUT. I don’t want them in my place. Don’t want them to influence MINE.
The idea of changing the course of time by just one decision entered my head. If I took this route, then I had to make this life trade a timeless day. What if I changed with Eve, on that fateful day Satan crawled in (he squirmed out)? Do I know I would be able to discern the deception? Or would I, too, succumb to temptation? Then, instead of ‘Eve took and ate and influenced the hubby to do the same’, it would be ‘Christy went and started all this mess by being such a ninny’. Nope, don’t wanna trade that way, either.
I finally thought it through. Still,too much. Decided the trade would be- Me possessing them and them possessing me. Same skills or lack of staying with the possessed. More like a fly on the wall existence.
I could learn so much about someone if I knew what they had to deal with. And they could learn so much about me, if they saw me from my eyes. (Though I hate to have anyone see my naked body)
My Keith, Lee, Brian, and Evan I would trade with. Purely selfish reasoning. I could see their lives, know what they have to do, how others treat them, how they think in a given situation. See them at work. See them as fathers and husbands. See what they see when they look at me. I could also see how I screwed them up. Know what it is I do that drives them absolutely NUTS and why. Then on the ‘versa’ they see my life, from my eyes, know why I feel and act like I do. They could see and know how I love them. See that most every thought, every motion, every decision is somehow tied to them. Then maybe they could understand why I drive them NUTS. 
Of course, there would have to be some kind of clause in there of not having to view or retain any memory of naked bodies or pooping.
I'm Not So Petty 