The Flower

This morning I was out watering our flowers in the 40 degree weather.  You'd think they wouldn't be wilting, but I guess all flowers need water at some point! lol  I haven't been paying attention to them as much for it isn't 'hot' yet so they shouldn't need it as often, right?  Apparently I wrong once again.  = )  I had some difficulty with 3 particular flowers that are wilting waaay to often.  I even dug them up a few days ago and replanted them.  It was then that I noticed their roots were really short.  It made me ponder the idea that we are all actually like flowers.  We all need 'water' to live.  But more than that we need spiritual water to survive the journey we are on.  Jesus says in John 4:13-14:

"Everyone who drinks this water will be thirsty again, but whoever drinks the water I give him will never thirst.  Indeed, the water I give him will become in him a spring of water welling up to eternal life." 

I woke up a bit wilted this morning.  I was thirsty and very dry.  I needed that spiritual drink from the get go but sometimes your thirst mechanism doesn't tell you that you are thirsty.  That is a sign of already being dehydrated.  I felt like one of those flowers that are very needy for water.  I'm not good with flower names, so I can not give you an example.  (I googled and still couldn't come up with one.)  I would much rather be that flower that is easy to grow.  You know the ones that can withstand the heat and dry spells.  I guess those are the wild ones usually.  I want to be the wild flower, beautiful but yet tough.  Although, my Cowboy considers most of those wild flowers 'weeds' maybe I'd better not. 
This morning really made me consider how deep my 'roots' are.  Are they in shallow soil that needs frequent watering?  Or are they rooted deeply and can withstand a little bit of drought before totally wilting away?  We are alot like flowers, aren't we?  What kind of flower are you?

The Exceptional Day

The other day we had a very interesting day.  It all started out well but gradually started to gravitate towards the unusual part of it.  It began while I was at work and got a phone call right before lunch from the school nurse saying one of my boys had gotten his finger caught in a door way and ripped open his finger.  She didn't think it was worthy of a stitch so we went with that and she bandaged it up.  So the rest of the day goes on.  I then got another phone call.  This time from my Cowboy asking that we come home as soon as we can after I get off work for he needed a ride.  Ok, that's cool.  Nothing unusual about that.  It's starting to be that time of year when I make lots of trips from one field to another.  So I get off work and gather my offspring from various places.  Which is a tough situation some days.  They never want to go home.  Never.  No exaggeration on that either.  So we're on our way home driving on Hwy 24 getting ready to turn.  We turn the corner and I push on the gas like anyone else does when they're driving.  My car felt like it reared up like a horse.  Twice.  We all looked at each other and one of the offspring says....what in the world was that?  I replied ' Umm, I didn't do that.  The car did.'  The car kept acting a little funny but kept going.  So we get to our corner and turned.  It did it again, but not as bad.  I thought, ok there is really something wrong here.  My husband is not going to like this.  So we pull in our drive and it still funny but not bad.  The three youngest offspring jumped out and Cowboy jumped in.  We left them home for I'd be right back.  So we go about 2 miles and the car started acting funny again.  I said 'See Cowboy this car is not right.  It's been acting like a horse all the way home rearing up and everything'  He wasn't having the best of days and wasn't excited to hear such a thing come out of my mouth.  So the car gets slower and slower and then just DIED.  I just started to laugh out loud.  Cowboy was cussing.  Oldest offspring was kind of chuckling himself.  I was laughing for I had sandals on (it was the day it was 95 or so) and sandals aren't made for walking.  Then it dawned on me that the 3 most eligible drivers in our family were sitting in this dead car that wouldn't restart. And we were 2 miles from home.  So Cowboy called on the next one in line who is no where near of age to drive.  He gave very specific directions to Bossy Bob pertaining to his truck.  He was not to drive over 20 mph.  And he was to make sure his brothers weren't behind the truck when he backed up.  I said to Cowboy "Really? Did you have to say that?  Thanks for putting that thought in my mind"  It took forever for him to get there.  Of course going 20 mph it takes more than 2 min.  to go 2 miles.  And I was just for sure that he had ran over Bugger Bob. 
He finally came and we piled in the truck.  I asked Cowboy what he thought was wrong with the car.  He says " I'm not sure, but could it be out of gas??"  Hmm.  Well, considering the gas gage does NOT work, that could be a yes.  But I always reset the mile thingy and I hadn't even gone 300 miles yet.  So I didn't think it was the gas. 
We went and got gas anyway from home for it'd be the quick fix.  We filled er up and guess what.  The car started!  I was fairly embarrassed.  Cowboy says "maybe you should fill up after 275 miles instead of 325."  So off we went to give Sassy Cowboy a ride to his destination.  We're almost done with our expedition but I had to go and pick Cowboy again.  So we're finally on our way home and I get this text message from Bossy Bob saying that Billy Bob might have broke his toe because the horse had stomped on it.  Billy Bob is the offspring who got his finger caught in the door earlier in the day.  It just wasn't his day.  He is a lot like my little big sister.  She used to always have something like that happen to her while we were growing up.   So we scdadled home to find the toe to be just fine.  I told Billy Bob that he was going to have to go to bed now for I didn't want anything else to happen to him today! 
Moral of the story is...get your gas gage fixed if it's broken AND if your car rears up like a horse....you might be just about out of gas!!

The End

The Mess part II

Well two years ago, we started a remodel job but it was over about as quick as it started.  No one really knows why other than it just wasn't the right time to finish it I guess.  I could elaborate on my opinion but I sure would hate to bore you.  I rarely have an opinion let alone share it with anyone,  but I am learning to do that..........especially with having boys!!  Anyway you're sidetracking me.  This isn't about me having an opinion.  :)  This is about a remodel job that recently fired back up.  **sigh**  Talk about a mess.  Here are a few pictures of "The Mess part II".  Click here for part I (two years ago)  And here for a pondering thought .

Here we go:

Future laundry room with old vanity.  (for sale with top even)

Same room different view.  There will be a wall to block off those patio doors.

Diggin' in!

Wylie doing something....

Boys just LOVE to tear things up!!  They wanted to do more!

The floor finally out.  Cowboy killed a snake this day also!!

Shower base and drain in!!

My small small bathroom that I miss oh so much!!



Old old old floor.  (out of order)

This is how we are living.  It absolutely is no fun.  My washer and dryer do not make good islands!

Anybody need an old dryer?? What a mess!!

We're living in the living room just like we're suppose to!! ha

Even our deck is a mess.

Not sure how much longer I can tolerate all of this mess, but it sure is worth the end product!!  If any of you see me and I seem I little off, now you know why!  Dust is everywhere and so is everything else.  I can finally see the light at the end of the tunnel but it's right about now that I want to take off on a full sprint to finish it.  But now farming is starting to steal my cowboy.  It better watch out for I've learned a few good moves from those boys!