Carmen · Craft Room · encourage · family · friends · routines · Uncategorized


Carmen was home last weekend, and claims my craft room/office as her bedroom for when she is here.  We got her a really nice air mattress, and it accommodates her fine especially since her main living space is at school.

I limit my time in my office due to her “space” usage, and just to be respectful for her to have a retreat at home.  Part of my routine on the weekends is to go upstairs, scroll through Facebook, Twitter, and the news.  Have some time for Bible study, and meditation.  Review our money, pay bills, and blog.

Here it is Saturday, and I got to my craft room to start my Facebook scrolling.  I had to move some papers around (I try to keep things organized), and I found this under my computer mouse.I often send her encouraging notes so she has some mail away from home.  But for her to do this…for me…blew me away this morning.

I love her dearly, and so very grateful for her encouragement in whatever I am doing.


Bariatric Surgery - My Story · routines · thoughts · Uncategorized · WLS

The Scale

Ugh! I am so frustrated.  Truth in weight loss:  you will go up and down in the process.

Yep.  Back up at 202.6 this morning.  I haven’t been exercising as much as I should.  David and I walked last night, but overall not doing what I need to do on a daily basis.  So I know what I need to do to boost my metabolism.  Just doing it is the key, right?  Surgery is a tool, and only there when you do what you are supposed to do.

So…the scale.  Do you weigh every day?  Once a week? Never?  I have been weighing every day.  I think I need to change that.

Happy Friday!



routines · school


First day of school. Ugh.

Why is it so difficult to sleep well the night before the first day? I tossed and turned the majority of the night, and when it was time to get up and get going, I was ready to sleep. Oh, well.

Carmen – my junior in high school.

My young lady.

Stephen – my 7th grader…oh, my.

And, yes, he did have his hair cut, although it does not look like it this morning! Good Grief. My boy.

Happy school days.