It's like God's winking.

Little things happen or cross my path and I smile because I know Gods in those moments. For example....

Zach, my oldest bonus son, told me that there is a dog where he's staying. The dog has a small bed and Zach asked if I could bring him one if Kaja or Boomers old beds. They don't have one but when an animal needs something, I'm there. And when a kid tell me an animal needs something, I'm there and I'm going to make it special.
So I went to Hobby lobby after work Friday. I thought, I can make a dog bed, I hope. I purchased 1.5 yds of fabric and a zipper. Yea, a zipper. I was going to make a bed that could be washed. (I hope). Turns out, I can make one. It was easy and it looked great. The dog loved it so much it didn't move while we pet it when he was asleep on it. He was so peaceful. So relaxed. So comfortable. It made my heart smile. Felt like God said, you did something good for that dog.

D and I got to the house where Zach was tonight. While the 3 of us were talking, a little kid, 4 or 5 came up to us and punch us. Not hard. Just a little tiny balled up fist hit our knees. D nor Zach moved when the kid hit him but they looked down at him. When he hit me I leaned over and grabbed him. I started ticketing him and saying, "we don't hit". He ran off. He came back but this time just to me and
did it again. So I did what I did before and said, "hey buddy, don't hit. What makes you think I want to be hit." He ran away again. He came back and ran into my arms and stood there so I could tickle him like I did the last two times. This time he didn't hit. I realized that what I thought were two t-shirts he was wearing was one shirt and gauze. Like something they put on after surgery. He has had surgery of some sort but I couldn't find out what kind. He ran away again and I acted like I was chasing after him. We played that for a bit and I walked away. He ran up and yelled, "sjdudhaihrbgk" at me and I grabbed his hands and started swinging him in circles. I said, "if your going to yell at me, I need to know your name". I thought he said Bennett but it was Brandon. He laughed an giggles and said, "this is fun" as I played with him. I got ready to walk away again and he held my hand and said, "hey, don't go. Sit right here and talk with me for a while". Everything up to now he was yelling words. I sat down and he was yelling at me and another girl. Not mean yelling but loud talking. I said in a whisper, "hey Brandon? Why are you yelling"? "No" he yelled. "Can you hear me if I whisper"? I said as I whispered. "No", he yelled. So I whispered back, "you can hear me or you wouldn't have answered me". He quit yelling and we talked for a bit. He ran off and I never got to say by.
I felt like God was with me, looking over me, guiding me the moment Brandon walked up. I felt peace and love for a child I've never met. A not so nice child that has probably been through a lot. I felt like God was in that child as he looked at me and ran to get ticketed again. I don't know how else to describe it other than I was with God and he winked at me.

You're funny you April Fool!

I hate social media today. "I'm pregnant" isn't a funny joke to those that are trying to be. "I've got cancer." "my dad died". Is that funny? Think about what you think is a funny joke. It might really hurt someone else...

Don't understand...

How someone can say they don't have money to pay for their children but they can get their nails done, go to Victoria secrets, and buy other junk. Priorities I guess.

Easter

Happy Easter! This is a photo of us after church. Hailey, me, Hayden and Darrell.

Lets do this again...

My mom reminded me about when she blogged and after reading older posts, I'm back!
This blog is about my thoughts, right or wrong, it's MY thoughts. I'll make jokes, point out things I notice, things I love, hate, etc. Not asking for anything back. Just getting my thoughts out so I don't start talking to myself... (In public).

Darrell and I are going to Cabo. 1st time back since our honeymoon. Kids, house, cat and dogs are taken care of... Now I can get excited about this trip!

Why is it that the person that has the right of way at an intersection (doesn't have to stop) takes the longest to get through?