Wednesday, September 17, 2008

Twofold

You know how some people can't talk without using their hands? And some people can't blog without using pictures?

I'm one of those. The latter, to be more specific.

Spielberg is taking a photography class that requires a digital camera. Mine. The only one in the house, and a poor one at that. Is it too early to go out and buy a Canon, a real camera with detachable lenses for Christmas and our anniversary and both our birthdays?

You know, for the family.

I have tons to show you and no way to do it -

Cocoa (who I met face to face recently and who is a very lovely person) is hosting a new feature called Wordfull Wednesday and this week's theme is "This is me."

This is me, and I play many roles.

I'm fortunate (some would say blessed) enough to be married to a man who is completely wonderful. I am feisty by nature, and when we first married if I wanted to pick a fight with him I would have to storm off to a room and lock the door because every time, every single time, I would start laughing as soon as he looked at me (we rarely disagree, and it usually happens when we're both tired). He is supportive and loving, works hard, and puts us first. He also has amazing calf muscles - icing on the cake!

I am a mother to five children. Each one of them has had their own medical trial to deal with, but my oldest child has endured rapid-fire medical crises these last three years. He amazes me with the pleasantness he still manages in the midst of so much pain. All of my children are important to me, and I am trying to become the mother they need. Sometimes I think I am a better nurse than a mom, but I am trying to change that. I want so much for my children to feel loved by me, to know that I know each one of them has a beautiful soul, and that no matter their circumstances they can turn to God and their parents for help.

I believe in God. Sometimes I don't understand Him, but I still believe He is there.

I am loyal. I've got your back. How can I help, please let me know.

I've had thyroid cancer. I mostly think I'm cured, but I still have niggling doubts. I've always thought that I would die young-ish, but it won't be from that.

Books, books, books! I love reading; whether it's out loud to my children or all night long to myself, I just can't get enough. It must be entertaining and well written in order for me to bother.

If I ever find the time again, I enjoy quilting and knitting. It is often the only time I am daring. I figure it's not going to hurt anyone if the quilt or sweater turns out ugly. It was still fun to make and I learned what not to do next time.

I used to love letter writing, the kind with paper, pens, envelopes and stamps. I was a stationary nut growing up. I still haven't recovered from my love of pens and their free-flowing ink swirling word loops across a page.

I research. If I don't understand something, I look up everything I can about it and then I come up with questions. Except for scouting, which I expect to learn by osmosis or lightening bolt. I especially love matters of law, rule, insurance or medicine. Try me.

I love baking, but not cooking which I do out of obligation and hunger.

I like having fun, but sometimes it takes more effort than I want to expend. Or maybe I am just more tired than I used to be. I start new things all the time, but finishing them is usually the hardest part. Witness: Ty's 3/4 painted room, the three sweaters currently on needles, the quilt tops in the craft bin, and the picked-but-not-yet-canned peaches on the counter.

I have Family Room Furniture Placement ADD and Decorating Dyslexia. They are real disorders and I have them, unfortunately there is no medical cure. My husband loves me anyway.

So now pull up a chair, have a delicious cookie and tell me about you.