I love being ME

I sat wondering just now what makes me so special to write a blog?  What goes on in my life that doesn't happen a million times over in everyone else's life?  Why do you need to read about it happening to yet someone else when you are already living it?

Then I realized something:  I am not just like everyone else.  My life is not just the same.  I am not just another life wandering around on Planet Earth.

I am me.  I am me.  I am a miracle and I am special.  I am beautiful and I am loved by Jehovah God, who created me.  He knows me as myself.  As the individual person I am.  He knows my heart, my thoughts, my desires and goals.  He knew me, and LOVED me, even before I was born.

Just by being born I am a miracle.  I had a  1:2500 shot of even being born.  The other 2,499 girls who had my birth defect never made it to birth.  They were never born.  But that wasn't me.  I was the one who made it.  Me.  And then there was the miracle of surviving being run over by a car on the freeway at 2 1/2 years old when I tumbled out and fell underneath.  Yes, indeed, being alive is a miracle.  Every day I wake up able is a miracle.  I need not look further for other miracles.

I love being ME.

Six Thousand Two Hundred Eleven Days (aka Happy Anniversary)

It was 6211 days (or 17 years) ago on Sunday September 30 that I became the life partner of my very best friend and champion.  It has become my most precious and cherished friendship.  We are partners in every sense of the word - in love, in laughter, in pain and in sorrow.

We have been through so very much together that it is truly impossible recall the trials and tribulations in this or any forum.  It is also impossible to enumerate or put into words the sheer joy it has been to be my husband's girl companion; his wife.  I continue to daily be amazed by how much I can love another human being as much as I do cherish my husband.  It continues to amaze me that with each passing obstacle we only get stronger as a married couple and best friends.

I thank Jehovah for sending me such a tender heart and amazing human being with which to share my life.  It has been my honor having been invited to share this life with you, my dearest husband.  Thank you for these wonderful days we have spent as husband and wife.  I cherish each and every moment of our walk together.  I love you today more than I ever have.

Happy anniversary, my love.  Happy anniversary.  My heart is and will forever be yours.

My title is safe!

Clutz.  Yep that's what I am.  And continue to be.  And my title of utmost clutz is safe for a long while after this one.

This is the girl who the Wii Fit asked "Do you trip when you walk?"..... Ouch!  Insulting but funny.

And then I decided I'd better eat my avocado before it was no good.  Fast forward to three hours and four stitches later (it could have taken four more but doc said it'd be truly unnecessary) , I finished the other half when I got back from the ER.  Funny thing though.  They came in and identified me by name and offered me a Percocet.  For a cut finger.  Yikes!  Obviously I didn't need one and declined.  It was discovered that due to their new software, the other ER doc put the medicine in for the wrong patient.  Scary stuff hospitals are!  Good thing they ask you before you take those pills.

So while I heal, I'm thinking perhaps I should not be allowed to handle any sharp objects or go on any walks anytime soon.  I don't know that the pocketbook can afford me to.

Hope all is well in your corner of the world.  Winter is approaching and we haven't even gotten to the first day of Fall according to the calendar yet.  But it is definitely coming.  Who knows what it'll bring.  Cold and snow for sure - but in what amounts and for how long remains a mystery.

Take care of each other.  Talk to you soon.

Belly Flops and Turning Trees

I don't know why - truly I don't - my belly is doing flips right now.  So nervous!  I pick up Joe at the airport a little more than 24 hours from now and shouldn't be so nervous.  We've been married going on 17 years now after all.

But I am as nervous as at the moment I first met him.  Silly?  Maybe.  But to be so in love that the thought of holding my hubby and not sleeping alone in our bed for the first time in three plus months gives me butterflies is something I unabashedly embrace.

And also turning are our trees.  Rapidly.  Yellow is the new green.  Gorgeous to be sure, but a firm reminder summer can't be kept forever.  Otherwise, the gifts of the season wouldn't be as firmly appreciated as they are when her visits are every few months.  She'll be back soon enough. For now, fall is coming with her own gifts and beauties.  I am looking forward to the first chill in the air of a beautiful fall morning.

Hopefully I don't get a speeding ticket heading to the airport tomorrow night.  Of course, rushing won't make that plane land any earlier, will it?  Good thing I work until it's time to leave to go get him.  Otherwise, I just might go bonkers.  Or bounce off the walls.  Or spend the whole day waiting at the airport.  Or....

At any rate, the wait is almost over!

Yay for Labor Day!

Just realized that Joe coming home for District Convention settles right up against Monday, September 3rd, or Labor Day.  Which means that they will want to take the day off for work for a long weekend.  Which means there is no longer any reason to send Joe back until after Labor Day.  Which means....

I get him for TWO WHOLE WEEKS!  Yay!  TWO WEEKS!  Whoo!  I cannot wait!  I will be working every day between my full time job and flagging for the state fair, but at least he'll be here when I get home.  And perhaps, just perhaps, we can sneak in a date night to one of the concerts.  Like Creed, or Air Supply. I'm thinking he'll vote Creed.  Just a wild guess.

It's still Tuesday...And other dangers of napping during an Alaska summer

I was so tired today when I got home I decided to take a nap.  I know that it wasn't the best idea for sleeping during the night but I couldn't stay awake.  But then I woke up at 9:20 to a room of daylight.

Bummer.  I was supposed to be at work at 9 am.  So I get dressed.  Mumbling at myself the whole time.  How could you oversleep so late when you went to bed so early last night?  Where is your cell phone?  I have to call in to work and let them know I'm on my way.

And then the manager on duty answers.  The conversation went something like this.

"This is (Manager) how can I help you?"
"Manager, this is Tawnya.  I don't know how it happened but I'm supposed to be there at 9:00.  I just woke up.  I'll be leaving my house in about five minutes."
"What is your shift?  Tonight?"
"No. Nine til 5:30 in the afternoon."
"Uh, It's still Tuesday.  It's 9:20 at night."  

To his credit, MOD kept it together pretty well considering I'd be laughing my head off.

But seriously? So that really means I need a day off. Who knows how long it'll take me to live this one down.  But at least I'm not late. :)  And at least I didn't drive to work.  

I guess that's the danger of it looking bright as day when you wake up during the Alaska summers that you never know am from pm sometimes.  Perhaps I'll invest in a clock that tells military time so I know what time of day it is when I wake up.  

Until then, we all will have a good laugh over this one for awhile - well most of us will.  Safe to say I win the Goof award for the week.  It's all mine friends!  

Enjoy the rest of your summer all and remember...Be kinder than necessary.  You never know what the person on the other side is going through.  Everyone needs someone to understand and make them smile through the battle.

Much Ado about Moving

Well, it's been a saga.  A house searching, deposit saving, potential landlord meeting SAGA.  But I finally found exactly what we need.  Jehovah God has provided gloriously.  It's a small space but with organization it will work well.  It has a storage area of nice size that comes with it and it is right on the river. As Joe puts it:  "Whoo hoo!  Fishing out the front door!"  Indeed, babe, fishing out the front door.

There were two larger, nicer places that I really truly wanted to live in. But the rent would have been a stretch and we would have had to change congregations.  While I was trying to convince myself that these were survivable circumstances, it just wasn't working.  Nothing was working.  The commute into Anchorage got further and further the more I looked or the landlord just didn't give off a good impression or there wasn't space to park the trailer or this or that.  You get the picture.

Then out of seemingly nowhere this little apartment opened up just when I had given up.  Plenty of storage and a place to park the trailer.  Only one bedroom instead of two but more than affordable at $750 including all utilities.  Incredible find for here in the Mat-Su valley.  And it is only two miles from where we are at now.  So the commute stays basically the same for Joe when he gets home if he works in Anchorage, we have fixed expenses to budget for which means we can really budget extra in for bills and we don't have to change congregations   I'd say that's a triple win for the home team.

While it is smaller than I've lived in in quite some time, possibly ever, I am looking forward to the possibilities and the easy housework and the organizing ahead of me.  I told a friend: "If it only had 120 more square feet..."  She said "That just means you have to get rid of 120 square feet worth of stuff."  Good call, Friend!  That's looking at the glass half full.

I don't have much to get rid of, but well I'm willing to look into it.  For now, I am just so thankful that I move into a new home soon and that the trauma of the sell of the rental we are currently living in is soon to be behind me.  I will not elaborate further but suffice it to say that it has been a very rough month on me.

But it's all over now and we have been provided for in abundance.  It's amazing how things just open up and work when Jehovah's blessing is there.  It continues to boggle the mind.

For now, I have my happy thoughts focused ahead on moving and getting settled.  Yay!