Tuesday, January 24, 2012

A Night At The Oscars

On Saturday night, Lyle attended his school's dance. The evening included a delicious buffet dinner (which included steak, which pleased Lyle VERY much), ballroom and swing dancing, hanging out with friends, and lots of laughter and fun. They had an "after party" at Brennen's and stayed out until 1:00 a.m. :0)

Lyle invited Paige to go with him. She doesn't go to his school, but Lyle and her have been friends for a long time and she knows a lot of the other kids in the senior class.

I took these pictures before he left. I admit I am prejudice, but my son is one handsome guy! :0)

Side note: I must admit, as he drove away, I felt a little sad knowing this would be the last dance he would attend at Redding Christian High School. Graduation is coming WAY too fast!

Because I am a scrapbooking/blogging moma, I MADE him take the camera with him and ask Paige's parents to take a couple of pictures:

Sunday, January 22, 2012

A Rainy, Cold Sunday Afternoon

This, I tell you friends, is the life!!

Photo courtesy of Lyle Jones Photography

Wednesday, January 18, 2012

A Safe Place

There is nothing more frustrating than knowing you have something and not being able to find it when you need it. I do this all the time. I put something in a “safe place”. Then, when I want it, I can’t remember where that "safe place" is. :0)

I searched and searched today for a piece of paper I vividly remember putting in a “safe place” a few weeks ago because it was sooooo important. I’ve stopped looking, realizing that my paper is indeed VERY, VERY safe since I can’t even find it. The good news is that I found Lyle’s debit card that I put in a “safe place” a few months ago and hadn’t been able to find.

Does anyone out there relate to this? If I’m this bad at age 52, what will I be like at 72? Sometimes I think my brain leaves me home and goes out to lunch:

Saturday, January 14, 2012

Double Bummer

One Flat Tire = Bummer
Two Flat Tires = Double Bummer

While Lyle was in school on Thursday (between 7:00 and 11:30 a.m.) someone punctured two of his tires (and we found a nail in the third one). When we took the tires to Les Schwab, they found not one but two puncture holes in each of the tires. I find it difficult to understand why people vandalize/destroy other people's property.

Friday, January 13, 2012

Fly to Jesus

Through waterfall tears (which is why I couldn't find a better picture than that one taken at my 50th birthday), I write this blog post. I said my goodbyes today to one of the dearest people in my life, Ken Kinnier. Soon we'll walk together on that road of grief, surrounding each other, lifting Mrs. Kinnier and her family up, celebrating his life. So much pain, so many tears, so many memories.

Before I left his room, I sang part of a song:

And with your final heartbeat,
You’ll kiss the world goodbye,
And go in peace and laugh on glory’s side.
So fly to Jesus.
Fly to Jesus.
Fly to Jesus and live.

Yes, he’s headed home to Jesus soon. No more Huntington’s Disease. A blessed reunion with family and friends who have went before. His finish line is in sight, a well paced race ran with determination and endurance. And there is no doubt in my mind and anyone else who knows Ken Kinnier, that he will hear Jesus say, “Well done!” So, Mr. Kinnier, fly to Jesus and live!

Tuesday, January 10, 2012

Perfect Does Not = Wonderful


I have spent my whole life, it seems, trying to be perfect. The perfect daughter, perfect mother, perfect friend, perfect wife - not to mention keeping a perfect house. I was raised to always do my best, with the understanding that my best was perfect, therefore anything less meant I hadn’t done a proper job. Of course, no one demanded perfect in my household but me. Still, I have a hard time letting it go. I can’t help it. I think it is my job, somehow, to make the world orderly and clean.

I don’t want to believe in perfect anymore. I think it is a good time to shed the shell of perfection and grow a newer, more flexible one to carry me through the second half of my life.