I should root for the Broncos.
My state does touch their state.
But I should also root for the Seahawks.
They do have a deaf player on their team.
I will probably root for the Broncos.
Partly because I know the name of their QB.
But mostly because my middle son if rooting for them and that is it.
Hubs and Kobe are rooting for the Seahawks.
They know the players names.
Why must I choose if I don't really care about either of them?
Because we you must choose.
Okay, you don't have to.
But I do.
I do because we make shirts.
Superbowl shirts. Every year.
Every year we celebrate breaking the Sabbath...
...with a shirt.
And so choose I must.
Who are you screaming for?
I thought I would share the links to some of my favorite SB appetizers....
Enjoy:
Comfort Meatballs (Pioneer Woman)
Amber's Salsa (Note: Remember to wash your hands after cutting the jalepenos!)
One Hundred Thousand Calorie Bars (I know this, because I have counted every calorie....on my midsections.)
Plus the good old 7 layer dip that eveyone knows about.
Enjoy your weekend!
And go TEAM!
Friday, January 31, 2014
Tuesday, January 28, 2014
Church what????
In case you didn't know this already, boys are gross.
G-R-O-S-S_!!!!
They do gross things. They talk about gross things. That make weird noises.....on purpose....in a specific direction...on purpose.
Why is this? Really. Why? I don't think I will ever understand this.
Well, as we were driving home from church two weeks ago, Brody let one fly. This is way too common. I think there is something about being in an enclosed space with a lot of uplifted people that brings the gas out of my children.
Okay, so Brody lets loose. Kobe sniffs...gross...and says, "Oh my gosh! You just let a Church Fart!!"
Huh? What the heck is a Church Fart?
"A Church Fart is the worst kind of fart. Haven't you ever walked into a room at church after someone has cut the cheese? It stinks. Real bad. But oddly smells the same...every time.That, is a Church Fart. And Brody just did a Church Fart."
There, now don't you feel enlightened?
G-R-O-S-S
G-R-O-S-S_!!!!
They do gross things. They talk about gross things. That make weird noises.....on purpose....in a specific direction...on purpose.
Why is this? Really. Why? I don't think I will ever understand this.
Well, as we were driving home from church two weeks ago, Brody let one fly. This is way too common. I think there is something about being in an enclosed space with a lot of uplifted people that brings the gas out of my children.
Okay, so Brody lets loose. Kobe sniffs...gross...and says, "Oh my gosh! You just let a Church Fart!!"
Huh? What the heck is a Church Fart?
"A Church Fart is the worst kind of fart. Haven't you ever walked into a room at church after someone has cut the cheese? It stinks. Real bad. But oddly smells the same...every time.That, is a Church Fart. And Brody just did a Church Fart."
There, now don't you feel enlightened?
G-R-O-S-S
Monday, January 27, 2014
Man's Best Friend
So glad I didn't listen when Hubs said a stuffed dog was too girly of a toy for my 5 year old.
Pshaw...
Pshaw...
Saturday, January 25, 2014
"Now take a deep breath and hold it"
So yesterday I had 7 huors to waste and $1000 to throw away, so I thought I would head on over to the Emergency Room.
(Don't worry. They couldn't figure out what was wrong, so it was obviously all in my head, right? Great!)
While there, they decided they needed to take some blood and put in an IV. I'm not sure the draw-er knew exactly what he was doing because in the end, there was blood oozing down my arm and a puddle of it on the floor. He did, however, get the five viles of blood that he needed. Never mind me as I bleed out over here.
About 3 minutes after that I started to feel super light headed, woozy and I believe I was seeing little white dots. It was at this moment they informed me that I was going to head over to x-ray.
Okay, I thought. At least I will be lying down.
Wrong.
They wheel me in and the x-ray room and the man, after adjusting the machine tells me to stand up.
I'm feeling panicked.
"I want you to hold on to these handles and pull yourself really close to the machine," he instructed.
Handles? Okay, I may be able to maki it. As I stood up, the small cricles I had bneen seeing were now becoming bigger and bigger.
"Now, take 2 deep breaths," he said.
What? I can't handle breathing deeply. Sheesh. Maybe I can do this. Just focus. As I did this, my head started to spin, and my stomach started to turn.
"Okay, now take one big breath and hold it."
Ack! A deep breath? Who are you, my torturer? Wow, everything is turning black.
"I think I am going to pass-out," I informed him.
Then suddenly I was on a tropical beach. And I was there for like three hours. The sun was shining. The weather was perfect. The water was warm. Like really warm. And it was running down my legs.
Wait a second. I don't think that is water.
"Stefanie! Stefanie!!"
I opened my eyes, and I was on the floor with about 6 other people. All of them looking at me with concern in their eyes.
I look over and there is yet another puddle of my bodily fluid.
"I think I just peed my pants."
So, not only was I able to spend half of next month's earnings, I also was able to completely humiliate myself so that I would have something to blog about.
All for you, my friends. All for you!
(Don't worry. They couldn't figure out what was wrong, so it was obviously all in my head, right? Great!)
While there, they decided they needed to take some blood and put in an IV. I'm not sure the draw-er knew exactly what he was doing because in the end, there was blood oozing down my arm and a puddle of it on the floor. He did, however, get the five viles of blood that he needed. Never mind me as I bleed out over here.
About 3 minutes after that I started to feel super light headed, woozy and I believe I was seeing little white dots. It was at this moment they informed me that I was going to head over to x-ray.
Okay, I thought. At least I will be lying down.
Wrong.
They wheel me in and the x-ray room and the man, after adjusting the machine tells me to stand up.
I'm feeling panicked.
"I want you to hold on to these handles and pull yourself really close to the machine," he instructed.
Handles? Okay, I may be able to maki it. As I stood up, the small cricles I had bneen seeing were now becoming bigger and bigger.
"Now, take 2 deep breaths," he said.
What? I can't handle breathing deeply. Sheesh. Maybe I can do this. Just focus. As I did this, my head started to spin, and my stomach started to turn.
"Okay, now take one big breath and hold it."
Ack! A deep breath? Who are you, my torturer? Wow, everything is turning black.
"I think I am going to pass-out," I informed him.
Then suddenly I was on a tropical beach. And I was there for like three hours. The sun was shining. The weather was perfect. The water was warm. Like really warm. And it was running down my legs.
Wait a second. I don't think that is water.
"Stefanie! Stefanie!!"
I opened my eyes, and I was on the floor with about 6 other people. All of them looking at me with concern in their eyes.
I look over and there is yet another puddle of my bodily fluid.
"I think I just peed my pants."
So, not only was I able to spend half of next month's earnings, I also was able to completely humiliate myself so that I would have something to blog about.
All for you, my friends. All for you!
Thursday, January 23, 2014
So I Married a Deaf Man: He's a good guy
My husband is deaf. Duh, right. He has been since he was 2 years old.
He is a God loving man, one who strives daily to live a Christlike life. He doesn't kill people, as far as I know. He doesn't steal.. He shows charity to those around him. He sets a good example for his children. He is a good husband. He attends his church meetings every week. He walks the walk and talks the talk...er...signs the signs? ...whatever.
So you can imagine how I felt when my mother-in-law told me that some woman at her church informed her that her son, my Hubs, would get his hearing back when he accepted Christ.
Excuse me? What was that?
If that was the case, then he would have been able to hear a long time ago. Long before he met me. And yet, he is still deaf. Imagine that.
Look, I know that God can do anything. He can move mountains. He can part the waters. He can calm the storms. And yes, he can even make the deaf hear. If that is his will, that can happen.
But what if Hubs being deaf IS God's will? What if there are children of God that can only be reached by Deaf Hubs? God could have stopped him from losing his hearing. But he didn't. And it is amazing to watch God work through my Deaf husband in a way that no hearing man could.
It reminds me a little of this story found in John 9:1-3:
"And as Jesus passed by, he saw a man which was blind from his birth.
"And his disciples asked him, saying, 'Master, who did sin, this man or his parents, that he was born blind?'
"Jesus answered, 'Neither hath this man sinned, nor his parents: but that the works of God should be made manifest in him."
So, yes, Hubs is Deaf. Not because he made a big sin in his youth, though I am sure he did. And it's not because he is not good or righteous enough, because he is. Maybe, just maybe, God needs Hubs to do his work among his other Deaf children.
And if there comes a time, when God decides he needs Hubs to hear, then it will happen. And the glory will be to God because of his works...not Hubs'.
He is a God loving man, one who strives daily to live a Christlike life. He doesn't kill people, as far as I know. He doesn't steal.. He shows charity to those around him. He sets a good example for his children. He is a good husband. He attends his church meetings every week. He walks the walk and talks the talk...er...signs the signs? ...whatever.
So you can imagine how I felt when my mother-in-law told me that some woman at her church informed her that her son, my Hubs, would get his hearing back when he accepted Christ.
Excuse me? What was that?
If that was the case, then he would have been able to hear a long time ago. Long before he met me. And yet, he is still deaf. Imagine that.
Look, I know that God can do anything. He can move mountains. He can part the waters. He can calm the storms. And yes, he can even make the deaf hear. If that is his will, that can happen.
But what if Hubs being deaf IS God's will? What if there are children of God that can only be reached by Deaf Hubs? God could have stopped him from losing his hearing. But he didn't. And it is amazing to watch God work through my Deaf husband in a way that no hearing man could.
It reminds me a little of this story found in John 9:1-3:
"And as Jesus passed by, he saw a man which was blind from his birth.
"And his disciples asked him, saying, 'Master, who did sin, this man or his parents, that he was born blind?'
"Jesus answered, 'Neither hath this man sinned, nor his parents: but that the works of God should be made manifest in him."
So, yes, Hubs is Deaf. Not because he made a big sin in his youth, though I am sure he did. And it's not because he is not good or righteous enough, because he is. Maybe, just maybe, God needs Hubs to do his work among his other Deaf children.
And if there comes a time, when God decides he needs Hubs to hear, then it will happen. And the glory will be to God because of his works...not Hubs'.
Wednesday, January 22, 2014
That Deaf Guy Comics
In case your were looking for a great comic strip about a deaf guy and an interpreting wife, check this one out.
That Deaf Guy
No, I didn't write it. But it is a fun read.
But some of you will be happy to know that I am one step closer to publishing my book......I am just a little nervous that no-one will want to read it.
Sigh.
Until then, enjoy the comics.
That Deaf Guy
No, I didn't write it. But it is a fun read.
But some of you will be happy to know that I am one step closer to publishing my book......I am just a little nervous that no-one will want to read it.
Sigh.
Until then, enjoy the comics.
Friday, January 17, 2014
Thoughts on marriage
"Keeran is so lucky. He got to have two Christmases," my 9 year old told me.
"Two Christmases? How did he get that?" I asked.
"One with his mom and one with his dad. That is so lucky!" he repeated.
I thought for a minute.
"Having two Christmases is pretty lucky. But think about every other day of his life. He has to live apart from one of his parents all the time. And only see his dad on the weekends. That would be so hard, don't you think?" I asked.
He thought for a minute.
"Why don't people, when they get married, sign a contract that says they won't ever get divorced?" He was serious in his answer and to him, it seemed that this was the logical answer.
Isn't this what society sees marriage as... a simple contract between two people who love each other enough to give their word that they will spend this life together? And yet the divorce rate has never been as high as it is now. Never.
Doesn't marriage mean more?
I say to that question, yes!
You see, when Hubs and I got married, we didn't just make a contract with each other. We made a covenant, or a sacred promise, with God. We promised God that we would always love each other. We promised we would weather the storms or life. We would rely on Him to help us through whatever life would bring our way. And in return, He promised to bless our marriage.
Marriage can be hard. Rewarding, yes. But at times it is really, really hard. But what isn't hard? For every person who lives on this planet, there will be hard times, things we have to overcome, trials we have to go through. Heartbreak. Pain. Loss. You name it.
But I can't imagine facing that alone. Wouldn't want to. That's why I chose to get married.
Every marriage goes through a "mourning" stage when the happily ever after wears off and you are left with the Handsome Prince who farts, leaves his whiskers on the counter, his socks on the floor, and dirty juice cups in the car. No-one is perfect. None of us are.
So what! Move on,. Get over it. And love him anyway. Figure out what that looks like to HIM. What that feels like, to HIM. What that means to HIM. And when hard times come, rely on the Lord.
That's what marriage is. Caring. Supporting. Counseling. Playing. Listening. Loving.
Yes, my son. Marriage is more than just a contract. As long as you make it that.
* I understand that there are circumstances where divorce IS the only answer. I don't mean to offend anyone. Just felt I needed to write this post.
"Two Christmases? How did he get that?" I asked.
"One with his mom and one with his dad. That is so lucky!" he repeated.
I thought for a minute.
"Having two Christmases is pretty lucky. But think about every other day of his life. He has to live apart from one of his parents all the time. And only see his dad on the weekends. That would be so hard, don't you think?" I asked.
He thought for a minute.
"Why don't people, when they get married, sign a contract that says they won't ever get divorced?" He was serious in his answer and to him, it seemed that this was the logical answer.
Isn't this what society sees marriage as... a simple contract between two people who love each other enough to give their word that they will spend this life together? And yet the divorce rate has never been as high as it is now. Never.
Doesn't marriage mean more?
I say to that question, yes!
You see, when Hubs and I got married, we didn't just make a contract with each other. We made a covenant, or a sacred promise, with God. We promised God that we would always love each other. We promised we would weather the storms or life. We would rely on Him to help us through whatever life would bring our way. And in return, He promised to bless our marriage.
Marriage can be hard. Rewarding, yes. But at times it is really, really hard. But what isn't hard? For every person who lives on this planet, there will be hard times, things we have to overcome, trials we have to go through. Heartbreak. Pain. Loss. You name it.
But I can't imagine facing that alone. Wouldn't want to. That's why I chose to get married.
Every marriage goes through a "mourning" stage when the happily ever after wears off and you are left with the Handsome Prince who farts, leaves his whiskers on the counter, his socks on the floor, and dirty juice cups in the car. No-one is perfect. None of us are.
So what! Move on,. Get over it. And love him anyway. Figure out what that looks like to HIM. What that feels like, to HIM. What that means to HIM. And when hard times come, rely on the Lord.
That's what marriage is. Caring. Supporting. Counseling. Playing. Listening. Loving.
Yes, my son. Marriage is more than just a contract. As long as you make it that.
* I understand that there are circumstances where divorce IS the only answer. I don't mean to offend anyone. Just felt I needed to write this post.
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