What the heck am I thinking??

So recently we had a neighbor change in our area and I was quite a bit concerned about the new tenants. One of those reasons being the 19 yr old young lady that has a rather, shall we say "wild" lifestyle. So of course, she zones in on my very handsome (Yes I am biased but he is adorable) 17 year old son... and I?

Well initially I panicked. My first gut reaction was to restrict him to the house to reduce any possible negative influence she might have, but let's face it, you can't keep an almost grown man shut up in the house indefinitely so that was out. My second was to talk to her and let her know that my son was a minor and that she should NOT be seeking him out, but then try inviting someone to church after THAT conversation. But finally, my senses kicked in and I did what I should have done in the first place, I prayed and opened my Bible. And what a weird experience to be hit with conviction and peace at the same time, but that's exactly what happened.

The conviction was for not reaching for my word & prayer first and for doubting in the first place, but beautiful blessed peace because I know how we have raised our son, and that he WILL make the right choices.

Proverbs 22:6 clearly tells us to:

6 "Train up a child in the way he should go, Even when he is old he will not depart from it".

Glory Hallelujah! Is it really that simple? Yes it is. This does not mean that we are foolish or turning a blind eye but rather we are allowing our son to use his wisdom to make decisions for his life. We are also making sure that we are more interactive with our community, spending time outside, connecting with those around us and being in the area.

Raising a teenager can be hard at times, but there is so much joy and satisfaction in it and I promise you... it is WORTH it!!!! :)

God Bless!!

Chi

CrAzY Month!!

So it has been a crazy month, and I haven't been on as much as I would like.

The best way to describe it would be this:

ouch

So you see what happened was...

I was leaving the Tim McGraw concert on Sunday night and was accidentally pushed into a pothole by drunk idiots intoxicated people and turned both ankles.

So I have a Hairline re-fracture on the top of my left ankle with pulled tendons and ligaments. Bad sprain on right ankle. Good times.

Thank God for Toradol and morphine and hospital WiFi. :/

So needless to say... I DID NOT start my job on Monday, the 6th but they were really understanding and my new start date was today, June 20th. I love my job, but my ankles? Not so much

Also can I just tell you that it bugs me that I can't attach some great photography story to this?? Noooooo nothing that exciting... But below is my most sincere note to Mr. McGraw:

Dear Tim McGraw

My husband and I attended your show in San Diego on Sunday, June 5th. What an electrifying amazing show. We enjoyed every minute of it... Then the unthinkable happened (cue dramatic music here... da da daaaa)

As we were leaving a couple of rather intoxicated fans, were pushing and teasing each other, their conversation went a little like this:

Her: "Oh he's so good and sexy and let's face it hun... You're no Tim McGraw" (Good natured shove happens at this point)

Him: (slurred speech) "That's ok, you're sure's hell no Faith Hill"

(Not so good natured shove sends said fan careening into me, at which point I tried to side step and step into a pothole turning both ankles inward and ended my night in E.R and then admitted into the hospital and still here today (Wednesday, June 8th).

So in my best Taylor Swift mode I dedicate this to you...

But when I think, Tim McGraw

I try not to think of that concert flaw

It’s ok that I can’t dance all night long

Because the people beside me drank till they were bombed

When I think EMT

I try not to think about how they pushed me

Don’t think of my ankles swollen or blue

There was nothing you could do

But when I think Tim McGraw

I think black and blue :P

Looking forward to your next concert although I might just wait until the parking lot is empty until I leave ;)

Chi