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Rannygahoots: February 2015
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Saturday, February 28, 2015. 8220;Finish each day and be done with it. You have done what you could. Some blunders and absurdities no doubt crept in; forget them as soon as you can. Tomorrow is a new day. You shall begin it serenely and with too high a spirit to be encumbered with your old nonsense.”. How does this serve us? It is only when we let go that we can start again, free to move forward in love and joy. Forty Days In Thought, Word, and Deed. Links to this post. Friday, February 27, 2015. Some da...
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Rannygahoots: April 2015
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Thursday, April 30, 2015. The other day my husband admitted something to me that I've known for a while. The words that came out of his mouth hurt more than I expected. I understand that things like this happen. We have five kids, busy lives, I have multiple disabling chronic illnesses, and I am not the same per. Son as the one he married nearly twenty years ago. For that matter, he's not the same as the man I married, either. Besides, I can see his point. Now to find the time for more togetherness!
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Rannygahoots: August 2015
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Saturday, August 29, 2015. Reblogging a blog post I wrote for another blog . if that makes any sense. August 26, 2015. We arrive at church for Sunday School early. While I assemble two large salads, my children set up for our feast. The scent of pizza wafts through the door ahead of the steaming boxes. People of all ages gather in a circle to share laughter, prayer, and grace. Tuesday Night Sunday School begins. For the full blog post, please visit: http:/ hope4ce.net/2015/08/26/the-experiment/. And it h...
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Rannygahoots: Four score minus sixty-five years ago
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Friday, July 17, 2015. Four score minus sixty-five years ago. How on earth did this happen? How did one of the most awesome people I know get to be so old? Who turned the cute kid with the long blond ringlet curls into such a kind, caring, chivalrous, young man with an awesome sense of humor? So, Zachary, on your fifteenth birthday, I will write to you fifteen things I want you to remember:. 1 I love you no matter what. 2 I know you're going to mess up, and I'd rather you mess up and tell me and let me o...
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Rannygahoots: March 2015
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Tuesday, March 31, 2015. I feel like I'm missing something very special." Haley Steyer, age 5. Upon returning to our seats, Haley climbed up in my lap and started sobbing. Upon asking her what was wrong, her tear-filled eyes met mine, "I feel like I'm missing something very special! I knew then that she was ready to make her first Holy Communion - that her heart knew what her mind couldn't yet wrap around. She felt that this Meal was set apart, sacred, and something special in which to participate. As I ...
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Rannygahoots: What Aspergers Looks Like
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Thursday, August 13, 2015. What Aspergers Looks Like. I was talking to someone on the beach one day after apologizing for my oblivious to personal space Aspie child. She asked how one can identify a child with Aspergers, as she wouldn't have known by looking at him. So I thought about it. This (above) is what Aspergers looks like. And this. We swear we're going to make an entire album of pictures of Alex's palm. He actually looks like this:. This is a more typical photo of my not so typical teen:. Simple...
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Rannygahoots: June 2015
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Tuesday, June 30, 2015. I have so many thoughts running around in my head. When it was announced that gay marriage was legalized by the Supreme Court of the United States, I nearly cried. And I got angry. As a Mom, Aunt, Friend, Christian, and Human Being, this decision hit me hard. My friends and family members can marry whomever they want, legally. How wonderful! Links to this post. Thursday, June 18, 2015. My daughter is now officially a teenager. Thirteen. That means I have three teens in my ...7 Ask...
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Rannygahoots: Vacation Photos
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Thursday, August 6, 2015. No matter what I eat or don't eat or how small I make my portion sizes, I have steadily gained weight ever since becoming less active. I've tried weaning myself off of the prednisone, only to have inflammation take over my body and severely limit my mobility and ability to function. Even back on PsA medication, I'm still not even close to where I was ability-wise before I went off of it. Jackman Ridge, Freedom, NH. Castle in the Clouds carriage trail, Moultonborough, NH. Wake (a...
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Rannygahoots: Brown Paper
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Wednesday, July 1, 2015. It was quite an adventure. We basically packed up our house, room by room, moved furniture, and used just about every ounce of creativity, patience (most of which ran out), and more money, time and effort than expected. We're finally done. For now. We laughed. We cried. OK, I cried. We yelled, we apologized, we thanked, we accepted help, we thanked some more, we ran away. OK again, I ran away, briefly, with kids, to my parents' house due to fumes and migraines and...Now that that...
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Rannygahoots: Pain Block
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Friday, July 24, 2015. Some people have writer's block. Me? I have pain block. I sit, myriad thoughts swirling in my brain, but once I start to translate the thoughts into words, pain takes over and my mind fogs. Would that someone invent a device that could transcribe my thoughts to typed word, I could put my insomnia to good use and compose while I attempt to slumber. Instead, inspiration gets sucked into the void of my overtired, overburdened mind come daybreak. What's important here is not the pain.
