I have been absent not just on here but kind of absent minded everywhere. Going with the flow, not in a bad way, maybe trying to be in the moment a bit and not worrying about the ‘capture the moment’ thing. Although, now I am kicking myself for not recording some beautiful moments here a the house with my bible study girls and my Mommy and Me girls that I treasure and love so much. Also some other stuff as well. I told myself I better get back on it!
Boys are getting the tree cut down so we can start our season making this momma happy by getting the tree up. I LOVE the tree, I always get up way early when it’s still very dark and everyone is still snoozing so I can sit by the tree lit up tree before the day begins.
People, he is still my baby, I just don’t want it to go away. He loves Christmas, he loves it all.
There are a few things here that speak LIFE. One, a miracle God is in the process of making, two, inspiration to always going strong no matter what your age, and three, a girl who I love that is missing her man who is deployed right now. Makes us grateful to Chad for such a sacrifice.
Singing birthday song to the King of Kings and Lord of Lords, Ryker, he blew out the candle a few times!
Christmas morning breakfast.
Christmas at Bona’s house.
Good smile right here honey.
That’s a wrap!
Merry Christmas all, praying 2017 is full of hope and expectation for what our Savior will do as we look to Him and make Him the center of all things.
I have been rushing, rushing, rushing, it’s just what this time of the year brings a lot of going from one thing to another. The kids are in sports every night along with the weekends, it’s the holidays, my salon is full, my kitchen is in full function, I mean it is EVERYTHING I love so much. I do love this time of the year.
I don’t think I sit and reflect enough and enjoy even just the past along with the today. As I was in the middle of cooking pies and cleaning up the kitchen I have had sitting here in my kitchen Jordan’s essay that I received a week ago after his conference and have yet to read it. So, before putting the essay away I took a minute, turned off the tunes, sat and read his essay. It brought so much joy and laughter to me I can’t stop laughing even as I picked up the vacuum next.
I am so grateful for this child, I wish he wasn’t at school right now I would attack him with huge kisses and loves.
Jordan Lasher 10 years old
I’ll always remember the day I got my worse injury in my life. It was three years ago at my house where we park our cars. I felt as normal as can be except I was bored out of my mind.
I was walking around alone because my brother was not home. I decided to go on the pogo stick. The pogo stick was silver and black with a green spring. The rubber on the bottom was gone, the bottom was metal.
In addition, I jumped on the pogo stick once, twice and the third time I jumped the metal slid across the concrete. I fell and wacked my head! I cried loudly as I ran to our porch I yelled to my mom, “I HIT MY HEAD REALLY HARD!”
“What?” She shouted to reply.
“I WACKED MY HEAD,” I yelled again.
“I’ll be right in,”she echoed back as she finished feeding the horses.
When she came in she asked “Now what’s wrong?” I told her the story. She stated, “you probably have a concussion.” She held me until I fell asleep, I seemed to sleep fine that night. I woke up in the morning, my head was killing me, I then instantly ran to the bathroom and dropped all that was in my belly into the toilet. My mom rushed me to the car. She told me, “I will pull over whenever you feel bad.”
I went all the way to Dr. Blackner’s without throwing up. My doctor said I would have to get an MRI and that he couldn’t help me. We drove to get the MRI, when we got there it was a really big building with a lot of windows. When we go into our room a doctor there said to lay down on a plastic bed thing, so I did. It brought me into a tube, I sat there with all this noise around me including my mom telling me I was ok and it would be just a little longer. I laid there for a whole half hour and I only moved my thumb twice! My mom and the doctor watched a computer to see what happened to me.
I did it, I had two concussions, a skull fracture from the top of my head to the bottom of my skull, and bleeding in my brain. I had to skip sports, running and sometimes even walking for a whole year.
In the end I learned a valuable lesson, to wear a helmet. There would be nothing to remember if I didn’t get hurt, I hope the two concussions don’t effect me later in my life. It’s probably the most injury I’ll ever have.
THIS right here is what makes me thankful, for just the littlest of things. SO many thing right here in this essay, make me smile and give thanks with a grateful heart.
I have sat in the stands for my boys for years now. Of course it is always the biggest pleasure to sit there and watch them do their thing and cheer them on. This is Brayden’s senior year and I am now sitting in the stands looking at things a little differently than I have ever before. From years past, Brayden, all the boys for that matter, have had a running position of some sort. Brayden has been defense for many years but he’s on the end chasing the guy with the ball. It’s always so exciting all eyes are on that ball and where it is going. Now, I am in a whole new realm!
I am a mother of a lineman. The mom who no longer has her eyes so much on the ball and where it is going but watching my boy SMASH the people trying to get to that runner. Front line, down on all fours ready to just smash, protect the guy with the ball. Offense and defense my eyes are on him grabbing guys and throwing them down to the ground.
I realized, as I’ve gone thru this season sitting there in a new realm of company that I have not given those boys smashing, so that ball can be run across the field the credit they deserve! Let me tell you, I have changed my tune. You know how they announce, “Jimmy Joe just ran 20 yards for another TOUCHDOWN!!!” I want to be the announcer and say, “Brayden Lasher just smashed six guys for that 20 yard run to get another touchdown!!!!”
I’m not saying my boy is ignored or that I don’t love all positions of the game I just have a new appreciation for those linemen. I worry more now too. His body is getting beat up at ALL times! He even wears gloves that have padding in them because he needs even his fingers protected. It’s just a whole new ball game for me as a mother in the stands. My hats off to those moms, like me, that sit in the stands to watch their boys protect so team mates can move the ball.
Oh, and another thing…..this really started me all freaked out that just made Brayden mad like, “get over it” kind of mad. All my boys have been #40 since they were in 3rd grade. We don’t have a jersey that says anything but #40. NOW, he’s a lineman and he comes home with #63! I asked, “WHERE IS #40?!” I guess because he’s a ‘lineman’ that number is not allowed, I told him to tell coach to change the rules on this one. Brayden did not mind, listen, or whatever.
Here are the boys headed out for coin toss. They are united and I just love this about them. It puts a lump in my throat EVERY time.
Running onto the field.
Announcing their team mates thru the tunnel!
See what I’m talking about here? Block, block, block!
Oh BRAYDEN, get ’em, get ’em!!!
Thank you #41, Ian for only putting fingers on Brayden and not your whole body, he’s got it covered…. for you are a BIG BOY!
Watch out Mr. 44 he’s coming for you…..
Careful…..he’s going to get your quarterback!!!!
Ok, I think it’s time to quit showing Brayden off. He’s a stud and I’m proud of him. He is the captain of the team and has acquired the name ‘Poppa’ by his team mates, I can guess why, because he cares and yet has an authority about him that is Poppa like.
See ya’all in the stands as we watch our kids do their thing. So grateful, see you next Friday Night lights!
Pictures are taken by our own coaches wife, Jennifer Shaw, who gets out there and takes these amazing keep sakes for all of us. THANK YOU!
This is what part of my day looked like on one of the days last week. I pulled in to Cash and Carry, in a hurry as usual, go to throw the items in the back of the van and SLAM my head right above my eye right into the corner of the hatchback door. I am feeling more irritation, because remember I am in a hurry, than even concerned about the blood trickling down my face. I look at it in the mirror and make a call to Dr. Blackner’s office. I ask for Nurse Kim, she gets on the phone and she says, “which one?” I said, “this time it’s me.” She said get in here now. Twenty minutes later, one stitch, glued up and ready to go again. THAT is a small example of the care I have received over at Dr. Blackner’s for 25 years now.
Dr. Blackner has delivered my first two babies until he didn’t do deliveries anymore. I bawled like a baby when I was pregnant with Corvan and he told me he wasn’t delivering anymore. I thought then my world was going to fall apart, he got the ugly, ugly cry. Well, I am doing that ugly cry thing again. Jim went into an appointment yesterday and Doctor told him he is shutting the doors that all the continued regulations that have been placed on doctors in practice that he would just rather not. Jim told him, or I should say asked, ” you have not told Marlece yet?” (I’m sure with fear in his eye)……..when Jim told me, yip, I was awake most of the night (on the couch) doing the ugly cry having a total temper tantrum.
I know that my circumstances are different than most because most go to one doctor for this and then another for that and then to the emergency room if they need something now. I think we have been in the emergency room one time and that was with a head injury that got us right in, but other than that Dr. Blackner is there to take care of us. My kids have all been circumcised by him, he knew I was a wreck and didn’t want to hear my baby cry so he had me park out back, I sat in the car to wait (as my mom was there in the room watching the procedure with each one) to have my boob ready when they delivered snuggled up baby to the car ready for some comfort.
This man, I could go on and on……he has scene my kids on Christmas day! Meeting me at the office when it is all closed up for the holiday yet he sees a small window of time to see one of my kids. When I call for stitches, broken bone, sometimes not even a call, just an ARRIVAL he takes the time to take care of us. I call and ask the receptionist, “may I speak to Kim?” and her first words always is “which one?”
I trust him, even the times when I thought he was wrong, he was right. And, when there was something he did not do in the office he always led me to the right person for help. He always followed up with a call. One procedure he did on Brayden, he was concerned about him, called to check several times and then later called him his ‘hero patient’. When I had a near SIDS incident with Layton and running into the emergency room with pajamas on and looking a bit haggard, I probably would have had CPS after me if it wasn’t for Dr. Blackner coming in as a concerned doctor to check on him.
My kids have had every shot that they have had with Dr. Blackner and then Kim administrating it. Two things that I find funny and fun with Dr. Blackner, no matter what we are in there with he always comes in the room with this line, “how many shots do we get to do today?” Then when we do have to administer shots he counts like he’s getting excited, “1, 2, 3!” I don’t know, it kind of always put an ease to it. Then before he leaves the room he always has a personal story to tell in order to teach a lesson to the kids. (Most of the time of WHAT NOT TO DO, in the case of my kids!) Never a lecture but just a point to be made.
I’m not sure he knows the impact he has had on our whole family, but I do know this……we have been blessed beyond measure to have a doctor who is like none that we will ever be able to match him up to. We love him and Nurse Kim for all the care they have provided us.
I am just not sure where to go from here……..
Thank you Doctor, I sing your praises forever and ever AMEN!
I have said it before, “God has overly and abundantly blessed me in the friend department.” I have never taken this for granite and I cherish it.
I know many women who say, “my husband is my best friend,” well, ok, if I treated Jim with the fast talk and the highs in my voice and the lows with my drama hands, then the tears and the laughter, I think he would tear up in confusion. I also know many girls who say they don’t have a friend but then have a standing date with a psychologist/counselor to air out her feelings. Ok, so she is treating the person she pays to basically be her friend. There are all kinds of reasons and excuses why one does or does not have a friend. I always tell my kids to have a friend is to be a friend. Treat another as you want to be treated.
I love my friends and in the past couple of years I’ve had heart breaks in some friendships that have really affected me daily. These friendships that became distant from me weren’t out of any particular thing that I can put my finger on they chose to just distance themselves from me. So, I’ve been talking to God about it a lot because as I said my heart is broken. I think, well maybe this way I will speak to God more rather than a friend but then after this time has gone by it’s almost as if God has become a little more distant because I’m not hashing things out with a friend on what God’s perspective is so to have realizations of what I hadn’t thought of before, or praying with my friend, or giving praise with a friend. It all just hangs tight inside of my chest like it is going to explode most of the time.
Doing life with that friend, a phone call, a text that only you two understand, running with a friend, having lunch or coffee (that’s what we do around here even though I don’t drink coffee, iced green tea please), the other day I went on a run with a friend and we were hashing out a little life to one another and realized we had just gone 7 miles when we intended to do 4 1/2. To be frank with a friend about a marriage issue or a kid issue……….it’s golden.
I think I have buried these feelings for a while because it hurts really bad when the issue comes to the surface so I tend to just stuff but I’ve been reading in the bible about friendships and Jesus had them, David had a best friend, Paul and Timothy were close like a father to a son, it goes on and on. God believes in friendship, so it’s been setting high on the surface of my heart and I walk around on the verge of tears. I know the Lord will heal my heart, it’s just going to take time because of the investment that has been deposited into my heart over the years with these friendships. I miss them and have thought about stepping out to make one more effort but at this point scared to be shut down AGAIN! It’s clear what they want and I need to honor that and love them from a distance, because maybe it’s not about me at all.
I still do have many friends I love and cherish and making more. I still need to keep my heart open and not close it off because of hurt with someone else, this is the challenge. I will keep digging deep with those that want to dig with me.
Your Face Mirrors Your Heart
17 You use steel to sharpen steel,
and one friend sharpens another. Proverbs 27:17