Thursday, May 29, 2008

Pets and Owners

Technically Trinidad is Little Adam's Dog, and Laila is Alexander's Dog. If you know my boys at all, you will know that they are totally different, just like our dogs are. I was thinking about this when I realized that Trinidad takes after Adam's personality and Laila takes after Alex's personality.

Adam and Trinidad are very laid back, and mellow. They both kindof go with the flow. Adam doesn't say much, but his personality is very strong. Trinidad has a strong pressence, and never barked until we got Laila, and she taught him how too.

Alex and Laila are always on the move, and they both create the flow more than go with the flow. Alex always has something to say, and alot of it. And Liala, well, she has a big mouth as well.

Some friends of ours have two of Laila and Trinidads puppies. They both have two different personalities also. The other day our friend said, "I don't understand how two dogs from the same litter can have two totally different personalties." I would have to agree, but as I pondered how Laila and Trinidad take after the boys, I wonder if our friends furry companions take after our friends personalities as well. One of the puppies is really laid back, he listens to everything thing you say and is very well behaved. The other pup is, well lets just say he is a very spirited Dog, and maybe just a tad hard headed. They are both cutie pies, and I just love them to pieces.

Anyway, that is what is gong threw this mind of mine this morning.

One Word

“ONE WORD ONLY! Copy, forward, or post this and change the answers to yours and pass it on. It’s not as easy as it looks.”

1. Where is your cell phone? desk
2. Your significant other? Adam
3. Your hair? Colorful
4. Your mother? Everything
5. Your father? Bestest
6. Your favorite thing? many
7. Your dream last night? none
8. Your favorite drink? coffee
9. Your dream/goal?
10. The room you’re in? office
11. Your ex? highschool
12. Your fear? alot
13. Where do you want to be in 6 years? serving
14. Where were you last night? home.
15. What you’re not? unhappy.
16. Muffins? good.
17. One of your wish list items? (new) car
18. Where you grew up? everywhere.
19. The last thing you did? work
20. What are you wearing? clothes
21. Your TV? off
22. Your pets? boxers
23. Your computer? Laptop
24. Your life? hectic.
25. Your mood? tired
26. Missing someone? yes
27. Your car? worn
28. Something you’re not wearing? makeup.
29. Favorite Store? target.
30. Your summer? ready
31. Like(love) someone? lots
32. Your favorite color? green
33. Last time you laughed? today.
34. Last time you cried? yesturday
35. Who will re-post this? you.

Tuesday, May 27, 2008

It's Tuesday, but it feels like a Monday.

Great thing is, I have a 3 day work week this week, and then I go on a little mini vaca.

2 more days until out mini vaca. If you have read my blog, you will understand my ways of counting days. If not, here is alittle recap. I don't count today, we are already in it, and I don't count the day I am counting down too. So I don't count Thursday because that is the day we are leaving. So I count, wait a minute. I almost broke my own rules. See, this Tuesday that feels like a monday is throwing me off. It's only one more day!! Woot Woot!! I only count Wednesday.

Thursday, May 22, 2008

As I sit here...

at my desk I see...

My Dancing and singing stuffed animals that my husband get me for special occasions.
Pictures of my kids
A card from my best friend
My snowman coffee cup (yes it is summer and I have a snowman coffee cup on my desk)
My easy button that people just can't resist to push...That was Easy!
My Celebrating 1 Year NVMC Mouse Pad.
a baking dish
Thermal Probes
Sauce Pan
Extension Cord
A bottle of sand from Panama City Beach (It is probably sand from China, and just shipped here), but who cares, reminds me of the beach. (Nope, it actually says, Made in Philippines.)LOL

Whats on your desk?

Tuesday, May 20, 2008

How mad would you be if someone did this to your car.

How mad would you be if someone did this to your car. This is a great idea. If your car ever looks like this, don't look at me.

Monday, May 19, 2008


Some of you may have seen it in the news that GE has plans to sell it's Appliance Division based in Louisville, Ky. The transaction will be complete by the end of the year. Adam and I both work for GE Appliances, and will be effected by this transaction along with 5500 Louisville workers, and countless other businesses that rely on Appliance Park for there business. We have faith that this will all work out. We remain faithful, and know that God has it all planned out for us. The hardest part is the unknown. Right now we don't know what the future look like for GE Appliances. There are a lot of things that could happen. It all depends on who purchases GE Appliances. That is were our faith comes in. I am not saying it's easy, and that we don't worry or think about what could happen. We are looking at our options, and we are praying. We know that God has put us were we are for a reason. With a Church that has a great Vision, and we are blessed to be a part of it. I feel that he still wants us here, and that he may be moving somethings around. I don't know what his plans are, but I constantly pray that he would use me. When things happen, we don't always see why they are happening until it is over, and we see how God worked in the situation. I know it would be easier to fast forward threw the hard parts, but we can't. It's the hard parts that make the ending so special, and it really is what makes us. I know he is working in this situation, and I am excited to see what happens in the end.

I have attached my Pastors Blog, were he addresses this same issue. My Pastor has called us to prayer, and fast. I will be in prayer and fasting this week for our situation, and for my other friends, and family that face a similar situation. Please join us in prayer.

Tuesday, May 13, 2008

Answer to a Prayer

I am blogging today to ask you to pray for a friend of mine. Tonya and her husband have been going threw the Adoption process since December 2007, when they were picked by the birth mother, to adopt a baby from Guatemala. Her name is Arabella which means "Answer to a Prayer" You can read about Tonya and Bobby's story on her Blog.
Tonya and Bobby have waiting years to get this far. Due to recent events in Guatemala, there adoption has been put on hold. Tonya and Bobby recently went to Guatemala and spent time with Arabella, and have bonded with her. Due to the economy over there, the birth mother can not afford anymore children, that is why she chose Adoption. Read Tonya's Blog, and pray for them.

Monday, May 12, 2008

Mothers Day Weekend

I had a great weekend. Saturday was a beautiful day. I couldn't wait to get out and enjoy the day. We has some birthday parties, and we visited my parents. We had alot of fun that night making dinner together, just me, Adam and the boys. We made kabobs, and we all made them just how we wanted them. Then we pulled up the chairs, sat around the grill and ate the kabobs right off the grill. Trinidad and Laila waited patiently for food to fall to the floor, and they were in luck. We had so much fun just hanging out together, goofing off. I think we are going to have to make a tradition of this.

That next morning we got ready for church, the boys gave me there cards, and there gift, and we went to church. This Sunday was Penacost Sunday. The message was a great message, and I can't really say God showed up, because its seems that he is always there waiting for us at NVMC. But he revealed him self in a big way. Alot of people were saved, (if you don't know this man named Jesus, lets talk). It's amazing to see, and it always reminds me of how lost I felt before I was saved. I was truely saved about 3 years ago. And it has been awesome.

Mothers day is a great day with alittle bit of sorrow. It's a great day because it's a day we get to honor our mothers for all they do. There is alittle bit of sorrow for those mothers we have lost. We know they are in a better place, but we still miss them.

I honor my mother who is the strongest person I know. She has taught me how to be a mother. She loves her children, and would do anything for them, and is crazy about her grandchildren. She is the kind of mother I strive to be, and the kind of grandmother I prayed my children would have. We talk all the time, sometimes everyday, and wouldn't have it any other way. I can tell her anything, and she always knows just what to do.

I honor my grandmothers. One who is still here with us, and one who is in Heaven. My Memaw Phillips has a love that you can feel each time she hugs you. And my Memaw Newcom was a one of a kind. She loved us in every way, and you always new it. It would be in the form of a birthday card, a surprise visit, the way she talked, her display of pictures of her kids, grandkids, and great-grand kids in her home.

I honor my mother-in-law who is in Heaven. She was a beautiful person. She was a mother to 3 children, and is a grandmother, and she will meet her grandchildren in Heaven. It's hard for the kids because they never got to meet her. She passed away just before little Adam was born. She new she was going to have a grandson, he would be the first of 4 grandkids, soon to be 5. She had big plans for little Adam. She made plans from the first day she found out, she it all figured out were he would sleep, and were she would put the swing set. She taught me so much in the little time I got to know her. I wish she was still here, so that Adam didn't have to miss out on having his mother here. She loved him with all she had, and I loved seeing them together. She loved her kids more than anything. He was her baby, and always will be. I wish the kids could have know her, she would have spoiled them rotten. We talk about it every once and a while, how it would be if she was still here. We show them pictures, and a video tribute we had made a few years ago. We talk about her, and visit the cemetery. I have never blogged about her, so I will share a story. When we were dating, my sister would call Adam all the time for a ride. Back then we had pagers. Sometime he wouldn't answer her page, so one time she called his house. His mom asked Jacqueine if she new he had a girlfriend, (she was very sweet about it). Jacqueline explained that she was my sister. Lol. Good looking out Ada. I love hearing Adam talk about her. To hear the stories. She is missed.

I honor my friends who are mothers, who show me everyday that it's ok if we don't always get it right, and that the most important part of being a mother is to just love them unconditionally. We learn from each other, and are better for it.

Yesturday the boys were talking about names, and Little Adam asked who named him. Alex said, "Jesus did, Adam and Eve, Duh!". He was Actually named after his dad. Adam Christopher Rivera. Adam's mom came up with Adam from her first name and middle initial. Ada Milka Luna.

Friday, May 9, 2008

Why is there a turkey in the parking lot.

I was leaving work the other day, and this is what I saw. I have no idea why it was there, but I had to take a picture. The bad thing is, it is still there.

Thursday, May 8, 2008

Today I learned...

...It's not a good idea to text and walk up the stairs at the same time.

Friday, May 2, 2008

More Good Emails today.

Shoes in church

I showered and shaved...... ....... I adjusted my tie.
I got there and sat......... ..... In a pew just in time.
Bowing my head in prayer...... ... As I closed my eyes.
I saw the shoe of the man next to me..... Touching my own. I sighed.
With plenty of room on either side...... I thought, "Why must our soles touch?"
It bothered me, his shoe touching mine... But it didn't bother him much.
A prayer began: "Our Father"............ . I thought, "
This man with the shoes.. has no pride.
They're dusty, worn, and scratched. Even worse, there are holes on the side!"
"Thank You for blessings," the prayer went on.
The shoe man said........ ....... a quiet "Amen."
I tried to focus on the prayer...... . But my thoughts were on his shoes again.
Aren't we supposed to look our best.. When walking through that door?
"Well, this certainly isn't it," I thought, Glancing toward the floor.
Then the prayer was ended....... ..... And the songs of praise began.
The shoe man was certainly loud...... Sounding proud as he sang.
His voice lifted the rafters..... .... His hands were raised high.
The Lord could surely hear.. The shoe man's voice from the sky.
It was time for the offering.... ... And what I threw in was steep.
I watched as the shoe man reached.... Into his pockets so deep.
I saw what was pulled out......... . What the shoe man put in.
Then I heard a soft "clink" . as when silver hits tin.
The sermon really bored me.......... To tears, and that's no lie.
It was the same for the shoe man... For tears fell from his eyes.
At the end of the service..... . As is the custom here.
We must greet new visitors.. And show them all good cheer.
But I felt moved somehow.....
........ And wanted to meet the shoe man.
So after the closing prayer...... .. I reached over and shook his hand.
He was old and his skin was dark..... And his hair was truly a mess.
But I thanked him for coming...... ... For being our guest.
He said, "My names' Charlie..... ..... I'm glad to meet you, my friend."
There were tears in his eyes....... But he had a large, wide grin.
"Let me explain," he said........ . Wiping tears from his eyes.
"I've been coming here for months.... And you're the first to say 'Hi.'"
"I know that my appearance.. ......."Is not like all the rest.
"But I really do try......... ......."To always look my best."
"I always clean and polish my shoes.."Before my very long walk.
"But by the time I get here........ ."They're dirty and dusty, like chalk."
My heart filled with pain........ .... and I swallowed to hide my tears.
As he continued to apologize... ...... For daring to sit so near.
He said, "When I get here........ ..."I know I must look a sight.
"But I thought if I could touch you.."Then maybe our souls might unite."
I was silent for a moment...... ...... Knowing whatever was said Would pale in comparison.. .
I spoke from my heart, not my head.
"Oh, you've touched me," I said......"And taught me, in part;
"That the best of any man......... ..."Is what is found in his heart."
The rest, I thought,.... ......... ... This shoe man will never know.
Like just how thankful I really am... That his dirty old shoe touched my soul
You are special to me and you have made a difference in my life.

Let old friends know you haven't forgotten them, and tell new friends you never will.

Remember, everyone needs a friend.
Someday you might feel like you have no friends at all.
So last night after batting practice we took the boys to The Barrel of Fun for some ice cream. When we got there, there was a small group of girls in front of us in line. They were about 13 or 14 years old. As we waited for our icecream, Alex's ice cream was ready first, so he took it, and went to find a seat. He found a picnic table right behind the group of girls. We motioned to him to come to the table we had found that was close to the car. Me and Adam knew why Alex had picked that table. Alex soon confirmed our thoughts. We got in the car to drive to the park, and Alex points out one of the girls.

Alex: Daddy, that girl with the long blonde hair and the white shirt. She is cute.

Then Alex and Adam start talking and Adam is giving his little brother girl advice.

Alex: I should have said, Do you need a Doctor, because I am the Looooove Doctor.

Where does he come up with this stuff. 6 years old.

A Great Description of Motherhood.

An Email I received that really sums motherhood up.

A great description of Motherhood!

We are sitting at lunch one day when my daughter casually mentions that she and her husband are thinking of 'starting a family.' 'We're taking a survey,' she says half-joking. 'Do you think I should have a baby?' 'It will change your life,' I say, carefully keeping my tone neutral.

'I know,' she says, 'no more sleeping in on weekends, no more spontaneous vacations.' But that is not what I meant at all. I look at my daughter, trying to decide what to tell her. I want her to know what she will never learn in childbirth classes. I want to tell her that the physical wounds of childbearing will heal, but becoming a mother will leave her with an emotional wound so raw that she will forever be vulnerable. I consider warning her that she will never again read a newspaper without asking, 'What if that had been MY child?' That every plane crash, every house fire will haunt her. That when she sees pictures of starving children, she will wonder if anything could be worse than watching your child die. I look at her carefully manicured nails and stylish suit and think that no matter how sophisticated she is, becoming a mother will reduce her to the primitive level of a bear protecting her cub. That an urgent call of 'Mom!' will cause her to drop a soufflé or her best crystal without a moments hesitation.

I think I should warn her that no matter how many years she has invested in her career, she will be professionally derailed by motherhood. She might arrange for child care, but one day she will be going into an important business meeting and she will think of her baby's sweet smell. She will have to use every ounce of discipline to keep from running home, just to make sure her baby is all right.

I want my daughter to know that every day decisions will no longer be routine. That a five year old boy's desire to go to the men's room rather than the women's at McDonald's will become a major dilemma. That right there, in the midst of clattering trays and screaming children, issues of independence and gender identity will be weighed against the prospect that a child molester may be lurking in that restroom. However decisive she may be at t he office, she will second-guess herself constantly as a mother.

Looking at my attractive daughter, I want to assure her that eventually she will shed the pounds of pregnancy, but she will never feel the same about herself. That her life, now so important, will be of less value to her once she has a child. That she would give herself up in a moment to save her offspring, but will also begin to hope for more years, not to accomplish her own dreams, but to watch her child accomplish theirs. I want her to know that a cesarean scar or shiny stretch marks will become badges of honor.

My daughter's relationship with her husband will change, and not in the way she thinks. I wish she could understand how much more you can love a man who is careful to powder the baby or who never hesitates to play with his child. I think she should know that she will fall in love with him again for reasons she would now find very unromantic.

I wish my daughter could sense the bond she will feel with women throughout history who have tried to stop war, prejudice and drunk driving. I want to describe to my daughter the exhilaration of seeing your child learn to ride a bike. I want to capture for her the belly laugh of a baby who is touching the warm, soft fur of a dog or cat for the first time. I want her to taste the joy that is so real it actually hurts

My daughter's quizzical look makes me realize that tears have formed in my eyes. 'You'll never regret it,' I finally say. Then I reached across the table, squeezed my daughter's hand and offered a silent prayer for her, and for me, and for all the mere mortal women who stumble their way into this most wonderful of callings. Please share this with a Mom that you know or all of your girlfriends who may someday be Moms. May you always have in your arms the one who is in your heart.

Thursday, May 1, 2008

Clothes Swap

The other night some of us girls got together for a Clothes Swap. I have been wanting to do this for a while, and it was a big hit.
How it Works!
We de-cluttered our closets of unwanted clothing, shoes, hand bags, jewelry, belts, scarves, & hats. I let go of clothes I haven't worn in forever. I had items that still had the tags on it. You plan to wear it some day, right? The idea is to bring it in & trade it for something you WILL wear! I served some refreshments as all the girls arrived and arranged the clothes they brought to swap. We started out taking turns picking items, and then we had a free for all. Everyone takes what they want, and the rest we donate to those that have a need. Its a win win situation.

We had a ball. Everyone loved it, and we plan to do another one in the fall. Some of the girls hung out a little longer, and watched the Bachelor, talked about hair styles, and we finished off the Fondue. Yummy.