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Another Year, Another Entry and a Whole Bunch of Twitters

Wed, 24 Sep 2008 20:49:12 GMT

So, my friend Sherry starts a blog last week and I never got around to reading it. Today she posts again and says she was being all sentimental. Well, of course I get curious and read her blogs. The sentimental one made me cry so of course I have to tell her that so i leave a comment. Then I'm told i must sign in to leave one. So I do. Then I decide to go see when I blogged last. Guess when? A year ago. Just like I thought. Do I know me or do I know me?

Marissa turns 14 Friday. 14! I wish someone would slow the ride down, I'm getting dizzy. She started high school this year and is singing the Star Spangled Banner with the choir at her Homecoming Game. Homecoming game! So I read Sherry's blog about her 15 and 16 year olds growing up and reminiscing on when they where little and realize I'm not far behind. Right now, though I am glad for the 4 years between Marissa and Anna. Helps soften the blow a little. Even though Anna's getting up there, she will still cuddle from time to time. Not much longer though, I see it coming.

So my husband decides that he wants to join the Twitter revolution, and wants to drag me down with him. Um, no. Yeah well, he finally succeeded and so now I find myself micro blogging. I will say it is easier not to wait a year in between when u are limited to 140 characters. I think many people stay away from it for the same reasons I did: It will suck up too much of my time; I have enough to do than to talk about nothing with people; I don't care what restaurant so and so is eating in. Well, call me crazy, but I like it. Not at first, I was overwhelmed. My phone kept going off constantly. But I've gotten used to it and now I like being in touch with a bunch of people to just shoot off random thoughts to. Since I work in my office alone, twittering seems to have replaced the "cubicle" chat one would have if working with others.

Well, I guess I'm done for now. Until next year? Let's hope not...

A Year Later, A Teenage Daughter and My Dad's Nose

Thu, 27 Sep 2007 15:35:01 GMT

So. I get this email from my mother in law who is entirely confused about how old Marissa is because she came to check my blog in reference to something else unrelated and read the last entry talking about how Marissa just turned 12 and she was sure she just turned 13. Well, I didn't name myself lateblogger for nothing! I bet you all thought it was because I blog late into the night. Ha. More like my next entry will probably be a year late or something. Which it was. Thus proving my point.

So. I go and catch up my reading on my sister's blog because I haven't been getting notifications anymore when she posts new. Why, I don't know. I used to get them every time, they suddenly just stopped coming. Anyway, I was blessed by what she had to say and felt like I needed to get back here again.

So. I come back to my blog to write some words of wisdom during my lunch hour and the first thing I see as my picture loads is my dads nose. On my face. weird. Like it looks like I cut out my dads nose and pasted it on my face. Aren't women supposed to look like their mothers as they age? I must say it was a little disconcerting.

So. Marissa turned 13 yesterday. Big milestone birthday. I am officially the mother of a teenager. Woah. I really miss the little girl she used to be sometimes, but love the person she's becoming. I love to spend time with her, talk with her, do things with her. I love seeing her develop relationships outside of our family. Her ministry leader wrote her a letter the other day that listed all the things in which she's seen growth in Marissa since she's been in that ministry. So cool. I love who she's becoming in Christ. Yesterday was See You at The Pole. What a great turn out, lots of students and moms. Marissa was the only student who prayed aloud. She was very nervous but put herself out there and did it anyway. Granted, she was the oldest. Most of the kids were in kindergarten - 6th grade. They probably view an 8th grader more like an adult anyway. But I'm sure she saw it differently, especially with some of the adults putting out such beautiful prayers, she may have been intimidated, but the fact that she did it anyway shows me great growth in her, in just this past year.

So. Lunch is about over and I want to keep writing. But I can't. Maybe I'll come back tonight. Maybe I won't. I guess we'll just have to see won't we?

Blogs and Bruises

Fri, 29 Sep 2006 17:27:03 GMT

Hey look. Here I am . Blogging. After about what? Like 5 months or something? Not surprising, though. To me anyway. I was really bad at keeping a dairy when I was a kid. I think in the diary I had from age 12 - 17, I wrote in it no more than 20 times. Less than 5 times a year. Doing about as good as that now! Decided to write some though because apparently my blogging is so incredibly talented and inspiring that someone had to call me out on slacking. Of course that was almost a month ago now. Hey. At least I finally responded. Who knows how many more months may have gone by if she had not said anything. I also had a comment that if I am going to continue advertising this fabulous blog in my email I had better blog. Alrighty then.

My first born baby turned 12 on Tuesday. I love the fact that I can have a more grown up conversation / relationship with her now. She can even sit up front with me now. ( I have nowhere to throw my junk anymore, but who's complaining?) She came home from school last week with a friend and started talking about a discussion with a teacher in class. I jumped at the opportunity to discuss the issue with her and engage her brain. Apparently she's not quite ready for that yet. She got all mad at me and told me I was confusing her. When I asked her what was wrong, her friend piped in and said, "Mrs. Webner, she's just not that smart." Pretty funny. I wonder if the bruise my daughter left on her arm was worth it. It was to me.

Whats On My MInd?

Wed, 31 May 2006 11:54:07 GMT

I' m not really sure what’s on my mind. Sometimes it just takes sitting down and writing for your mind to reveal what actually is on it. Like a painting. Sometimes it you just start painting / creating / sculpting just to see what happens. I've missed some really great blogging opportunities these weeks passed. Some super topics that I've thought of , and even started writing once. I'm not even going to try to reproduce them. When they are freshest is when they are best. When you sit down two weeks later, it just never comes across the same.

This past weekend my husband and I went to Ohio for his cousins wedding. It was a lot of fun. And all the beautiful college aged attendees really made me feel old. When did that happen? I always thought I was young and cool. Even as I approached middle age and conceded to it, there was always a part of me that thought I was still cool. I had a little wake up call there. As I contemplated my mother-of the-bride looking dress and my husband's distinguished and gorgeous prematurely more salt than pepper hair, I quietly surrendered my coolness and became middle aged. Why can't you be cool and still be middle aged? You can, to other middle aged people. Other middle aged people who also think finding clothes at Wal-Mart for $3 is cool. A new era has begun. I am no longer the young one. I am the middle-aged one. Not so bad, once you're there. And if you work at a church and surround yourself with old people, then you are still the young one. Not a bad strategy.

It just occurred to me that there journalists that have been blogging for years. It's called a column.

And I guess that was what was on my mind.

Deep Thinking

Tue, 04 Apr 2006 00:02:57 GMT

And I used to think that chasing a two year old was tiring. That may have been physically tiring but all the brain power that I have to use with my 11 year old is even more tiring. And I know it will only get worse. Sometimes I wonder if God gets that tired with us. Where He just thinks "Oh, why aren't you getting this?" (Even though He already knows). Ok, so, He is the God that never sleeps, so He can't really get tired but I wouldn't blame him if He wanted to throw His hands up in disgust. My daughter is a deep thinker, but mostly only when she's trying to out think me. I guess that's how we can be with God, too. Not paying attention to Him all day until he draws our attention to something in us he wants to work on and then all of a sudden we are deep thinking. Of ways to out think Him. When we could be using all that great deep thinking energy on drawing nearer to Him. It's a good thing that He doesn't get tired cause there's a lot of deep thinkning to be done down here.

Two Things

Fri, 24 Mar 2006 16:13:49 GMT

My husband pointed out this a.m. that I picked the same template as him. How dorky. So now I have to figure out a way to change it up some with out compromising the very reasons I picked this particluar template. Oh..and I'd like to thank my husband for pointing out all of the imperfections on my face in my photo. And now that I've mentioned it, you'll all see them too! At least you can't say I'm trying to hide anything.

And for some reason all day I've felt like I'm supposed to say that I really don't feel my sister and her husband are blogging about nothing. They aren't. So there. But I will be. Not that I think my life is nothing, but to be able to just talk about whatever and not have someone change the subject or divert thier attention or whateever...how cool is that? You can be as boring as you want it just doesn't matter. And it doesn't even matter if noone reads it. It's just out there. Floating around. Your meager little thoughts about nothing. Cool.

Well I did it

Thu, 23 Mar 2006 23:17:39 GMT

Well I did it. I set up a blog. So now I can write about nothing like everyone else. It's funny because now that I finally have it set up and picked out a picture and made it artistic and all, I find I want to go do other things. Go figure. At least now I have a blog. I'm somebody now!

Okay so now while posting, editing, and posting, and editing all the spelling errors from the post above I thought of lots of things to write about. Like this feels like a new white canvas just begging to be painted with all different shades of color, creating depths that just weren't there when it was a plain white canvas.

I have an extended family of writers. My husband and his family are all extremely brilllant and talented writers. These antics will fail by far in comparison. My sister and her husband are both so articulate and very creative in thier blogs that they sparked my interest in blogging about nothing too. I wonder who will read this. Do I have to let people know this is even here?

I look forward to journalling here. It's going to be fun.