Life in Nebraska ....

in the homemaker category this week.    I have two kids who had fever this week.   One kid broke a thumb and had to go through deep worry  because broken bones are HUGE for a ten year old. One kid got glasses for the first time.   One kid had stacks of homework all week, not because of laziness but because he's a highschooler. My laundry pile is huge.  The clean pile and the dirty pile. The family has been sorting through the piles to find clothes this week. I took the kids to the library this week and "had" to look through them  to approve them.  Hehe!  I can never put a book down.  It's a problem. I baked a batch of bread mixed in my 20 quart mixer...which means bread for days. I baked a quad batch of whoopie pies. I used my crock pot this week. On Wednesday I collected the stuff from the yard from our party on Saturday. I took the kids out to eat at Pizza Hut one evening  because my...

Eating at the Toast.  Perfect food and atmosphere at midday.   My parents came to see us in September and I'm just taking time to sit down and document it here.  It was a very good validating and reassuring time.  It had been three years since they visited here but even longer since they had been here to just see me without mixing in a reunion on top of it.  So I got to show them just my life and not host a reunion in the process.  I needed that vote of confidence in my life at just that time.   Abe's came up from Kansas City for a day.  Was wonderful having them here again!  I begged and pleaded and conquered.... Matt took us all to Lauritzen gardens.  It was beautiful.  Saying goodbye at the airport. Our lives are busy

     What's on my heart today.  People.  Always people.  I love people.   The ones who care. The ones who are hurting. The ones who can't get over their stuff and don't want to. The ones who have decided enough of the stuff and are digging deep and redeeming it. The young ones who have so much hope.   The young ones who want so much of life and  are finding life too real for them right now. The young ones who need a boundary but no one gives it. I hurt because I see all the people. And I want to fix it and make it better. I have a knowing. But I'm not snooping. And I'm not judging. I'm only aching. And who am I? I can't fix these things. When I reach out to touch those things. Am I reaching to tear down? Am I reaching to gain approval? Am I reaching because I really care? Am I reaching because I have all the answers? Am I reaching because I'm a control nut? Or what about reaching ...