I've got some CRAZY days ahead in the next few weeks, I can't believe I have so much going on in such a short period of time. I'm working three days in a row so that Friday we can leave for Spring retreat with the teens (can words express how excited I am? I think not!) Benton is coming with us, which I'm actually really excited about becuase I think it will be great for him to spend lots of extra time outside. Then I come back and go right back to work for 3 more days because as soon as I get off Wednesday morning, we head to OKC to get Chris all moved into his new apartment. I'm excited that I get to stay down there a few days, but I'll be on my way back Monday to work 3 more days before Benton's birthday and our trip to Branson for his party. So basically, I won't be home for the next 3 weeks unless I'm working that night and as a result I may or may not be updating my blog.
Lots of stuff is going on so keep us in your prayers. I know I say that a lot, but this time we REALLY need it. AND if you ever wanna come spend a night with my little buddy Benton, I'm looking for LOTS of help this summer while Chris is away on the nights that I work.
Tuesday, March 29, 2011
Saturday, March 26, 2011
all I have to say is....
Spending two days with my family was so good for my heart. And a night at the Hyatt?!? HEAVEN!
Then it was over and I had to come back to work tonight.
I cried.
The end.
Then it was over and I had to come back to work tonight.
I cried.
The end.
Thursday, March 24, 2011
"Story of a Girl"
Anyone remember this song? Popular in the late late 90's or early 2000's? I don't remember all of it, but I remember this line:
"How many days in the year, she woke up with hope but she only found tears?"
Feels like my theme song some days, days like today. Days when I know that all my prayers and hopes and trying went unanswered again this month.
*SIGH*
"How many days in the year, she woke up with hope but she only found tears?"
Feels like my theme song some days, days like today. Days when I know that all my prayers and hopes and trying went unanswered again this month.
*SIGH*
Wednesday, March 23, 2011
Tiny Tillia is HERE!!!!
Two posts in one day, CrAzY, right? This is a rare occasion. But I really had 2 things I wanted to post about and they were totally unrelated so, why not?
So, here I am writing post numero dos.
As most of you know, I started selling Avon last summer when I was trying to buy some skin so soft spray (which my pediatrition had recommended to use as bug spray on small kiddos) and couldn't find anyone I knew, or even a friend of a friend, who sold it. I decided, gee, if it's this hard to find somone who sells it, I might as well sell it myself. Unlike Mary Kay, there is virtually no startup costs at all, and unless you're really trying to make a profit, there's not much time involved either. I mostly just do it becuase I LOVE their beauty products, when I can get for a fraction of the price that I would pay at just about anywhere else. In the last few months I haven't been doing much selling (in fact, I haven't ordered any brochures since around December) just becuase I got out of the habit and never quite got back in it. THEN I found out Avon was launching a new line: Tiny Tillia, a whole line of baby products. Now, I don't exactly have a baby at the moment (although I hopefully will before long) but I still LOVE looking at baby stuff and with all my friends who are preggars or just had babies I was so excited to see what the new brochure had. I finally got my first set of catologues in the mail and I am SOOOOO excited! Not only was the baby stuff precious, but there are a few things in there that would be great for Benton too!
Here is a sneek peak at what's inside:
Accessories for mommy!
Yummy scented bath and body products for baby, plus lots of clothes, toys and other items, many of which can be personalized for just a few dollars more! There's even an entire nursery bedding collection!
So, here I am writing post numero dos.
As most of you know, I started selling Avon last summer when I was trying to buy some skin so soft spray (which my pediatrition had recommended to use as bug spray on small kiddos) and couldn't find anyone I knew, or even a friend of a friend, who sold it. I decided, gee, if it's this hard to find somone who sells it, I might as well sell it myself. Unlike Mary Kay, there is virtually no startup costs at all, and unless you're really trying to make a profit, there's not much time involved either. I mostly just do it becuase I LOVE their beauty products, when I can get for a fraction of the price that I would pay at just about anywhere else. In the last few months I haven't been doing much selling (in fact, I haven't ordered any brochures since around December) just becuase I got out of the habit and never quite got back in it. THEN I found out Avon was launching a new line: Tiny Tillia, a whole line of baby products. Now, I don't exactly have a baby at the moment (although I hopefully will before long) but I still LOVE looking at baby stuff and with all my friends who are preggars or just had babies I was so excited to see what the new brochure had. I finally got my first set of catologues in the mail and I am SOOOOO excited! Not only was the baby stuff precious, but there are a few things in there that would be great for Benton too!
Here is a sneek peak at what's inside:
Accessories for mommy!Yummy scented bath and body products for baby, plus lots of clothes, toys and other items, many of which can be personalized for just a few dollars more! There's even an entire nursery bedding collection!LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE it! So let me know if you want a catolog, I can start placing orders for the new line on April 12.
Bad Dogs!
Dear dog owner at 545 S Woodson Ln:
Your dog's suck. And right now I kinda feel like you do too.
Sincerely,
Mitsy's mom
I really want to go post that note on her door RIGHT NOW, but my inner conscience is (fortunately) winning the argument.
After I woke up this afternoon, I was going to take Mitsy (our 4 year old puggle) for a nice little stroll along the path behind our townhouses. We were almost to the end of path so I decided to turn around and start heading back the other direction. Just as we were getting going (it can take dogs a while to get turned around ;) ) I look up just in time to see a woman letting her two dogs out her back door. They were clearly going CRAZY, and she was attaching their collars to the long tie out ropes they had in the backyard. Nothing wrong with tying your dogs out, right? WRONG! At least when the tie out reaches the PUBLIC path that runs behind your home and you have GIANT EVIL ATTACK DOGS! The dogs barreled straight over to Mitsy as soon as she let go and began to, no exaggeration, ATTACK! I started SCREAMING "STOP STOP, MAKE THEM GET OFF HER!" I had no clue what to do, do I intervene and get my own hands chewed off, these dogs don't know me from the mailman? Finally, after what felt like FOREVER (but was probably less than a minute) the owner comes over and pulls the dogs off. During the course of the attack, Mitsy had wiggled out of her collar so as soon as the dogs were off her she started running as fast as her short stubby legs could carry her. Fortunately, she ran straight home so she was easy to find. Two or three minutes later, after I got her inside and checked her over for life threatening injuries, I decided to go back to the other dog's home to talk with the owner, make sure the dogs shots were up to date and such before I tried to take Mitsy to the vet. I knocked on that door and rang that door bell for no less than 5 minutes. The woman didn't even have the nerve to come answer the door!
UGH I WAS LIVID! What kind of person is this?!?!? My dog did not so much as growl or bark at your dogs, she wasn't even standing in your yard, and you can't even come to the door and muster up an apology? An "is your dog okay?" Nothing?
I decided to go ahead and call animal control, they came over to get a detailed report and then said they couldn't really do much unless the dogs were repeat offenders. Really? I mean at the very least you would hope they would make her shorten her tie out. Nope. Nothing.
So here I am, home and frustrated that my poor Mitsy is nursing her little battle wounds. Thankfully, she does seem to be fine, albeit very shaken up. Mostly scratches under her coat and on her tummy.
If you think of it, say a little prayer for her that none of them get infected, which would mean another vet visit and antibiotics.
Here's a couple pics I took of my little trooper:
Your dog's suck. And right now I kinda feel like you do too.
Sincerely,
Mitsy's mom
I really want to go post that note on her door RIGHT NOW, but my inner conscience is (fortunately) winning the argument.
After I woke up this afternoon, I was going to take Mitsy (our 4 year old puggle) for a nice little stroll along the path behind our townhouses. We were almost to the end of path so I decided to turn around and start heading back the other direction. Just as we were getting going (it can take dogs a while to get turned around ;) ) I look up just in time to see a woman letting her two dogs out her back door. They were clearly going CRAZY, and she was attaching their collars to the long tie out ropes they had in the backyard. Nothing wrong with tying your dogs out, right? WRONG! At least when the tie out reaches the PUBLIC path that runs behind your home and you have GIANT EVIL ATTACK DOGS! The dogs barreled straight over to Mitsy as soon as she let go and began to, no exaggeration, ATTACK! I started SCREAMING "STOP STOP, MAKE THEM GET OFF HER!" I had no clue what to do, do I intervene and get my own hands chewed off, these dogs don't know me from the mailman? Finally, after what felt like FOREVER (but was probably less than a minute) the owner comes over and pulls the dogs off. During the course of the attack, Mitsy had wiggled out of her collar so as soon as the dogs were off her she started running as fast as her short stubby legs could carry her. Fortunately, she ran straight home so she was easy to find. Two or three minutes later, after I got her inside and checked her over for life threatening injuries, I decided to go back to the other dog's home to talk with the owner, make sure the dogs shots were up to date and such before I tried to take Mitsy to the vet. I knocked on that door and rang that door bell for no less than 5 minutes. The woman didn't even have the nerve to come answer the door!
UGH I WAS LIVID! What kind of person is this?!?!? My dog did not so much as growl or bark at your dogs, she wasn't even standing in your yard, and you can't even come to the door and muster up an apology? An "is your dog okay?" Nothing?
I decided to go ahead and call animal control, they came over to get a detailed report and then said they couldn't really do much unless the dogs were repeat offenders. Really? I mean at the very least you would hope they would make her shorten her tie out. Nope. Nothing.
So here I am, home and frustrated that my poor Mitsy is nursing her little battle wounds. Thankfully, she does seem to be fine, albeit very shaken up. Mostly scratches under her coat and on her tummy.
If you think of it, say a little prayer for her that none of them get infected, which would mean another vet visit and antibiotics.
Here's a couple pics I took of my little trooper:
Some of the scratches on her tummy
Curled up in a little ball, looking sad :(
Friday, March 18, 2011
Hip Hip Hooray!
It's here! It's here! It's finally here!
Spring has officially sprung in Kansas City and I am LOVING it!
No more snow, no more freezing, no more staying inside ALL WEEK LONG!
To celebrate, the Jeska family has been enjoying lots of long walks, trips to the park, and indulging in a little more ice cream than any couple who needs to lose some weight probably should. But I don't care at all, because its BEAUTIFUL outside!
Since it's spring break week, Chris and I have gotten to enjoy lots of extra evenings together during the nights we would normally have church stuff going on. We love all the things we are involved in, but the extra time as a family has been wonderful. On Wednesday we had a picnic at the lake with our good friends (and Benton's God-parents) Matt and Quinn, and I broke out the ole camera to try to capture a little bit of the fun.
Spring has officially sprung in Kansas City and I am LOVING it!
No more snow, no more freezing, no more staying inside ALL WEEK LONG!
To celebrate, the Jeska family has been enjoying lots of long walks, trips to the park, and indulging in a little more ice cream than any couple who needs to lose some weight probably should. But I don't care at all, because its BEAUTIFUL outside!
Since it's spring break week, Chris and I have gotten to enjoy lots of extra evenings together during the nights we would normally have church stuff going on. We love all the things we are involved in, but the extra time as a family has been wonderful. On Wednesday we had a picnic at the lake with our good friends (and Benton's God-parents) Matt and Quinn, and I broke out the ole camera to try to capture a little bit of the fun.
Mmmmm, fried chicken, potato salad, cole slaw, chips, a good old fashioned picnic!
Enjoying some beautiful weather with my hunny
Awwwwww
My poor attempt at capturing the beauty of the night, AHH it was georgous!
Tuesday, March 15, 2011
Life as of late
What a week it's been.
While to an outsider it would probably seem life in the Jeska house is going on as normal, there have been some big changes. Our routine hasn't changed. Our belongings haven't changed. Over the last several days, it's my heart that has changed. The season of Lent is upon us and God has been using this time to bless me and my relationship with Him. I am re-learning what it truly means to love God and have a heart that beats for Him. Even in this time of great uncertainty, I'm feeling more sure of the direction our life is headed then ever before. For the first time in a long time, I truly trust that God has us in His hands and is guiding us down a road He has prepared for us.
With that said, I do have a few updates/prayer requests to throw out there:
1. Chris' job situation: I'm sure most of you remember several months ago when I blogged about Chris's application status with the FAA and his plans to go, and then not go to Oklahoma City to start his training. About a week ago Chris got an e-mail from the gal in charge of scheduling classes for new hires telling him they have a start date for him: April 8. This would be his first day of classes in OKC and he would finish on August 10. This gave us almost exactly 30 days to put all the plans in place including finding a summer apartment, figuring out childcare, and trying to rearrange my work schedule so that we can be together as much as possible. Now that we've finally gotten most of this figured out and Chris's office has even already hired his replacement, we are waiting to get all the final confirmations from the FAA. I'm feeling a lot of anxiety after what happened last November, especially knowing that if for some reason his start date gets put off again, he will be out of a job. Please pray for this situation, that God helps things fall into place.
2. This is the first month since our miscarriage that the doctor has given us the "go ahead" to try again for another baby. We've felt a lot of heartbreak over the last year; 11 months of trying, finally getting pregnant, and then losing the baby just under 2 months in. I'm so full of fear that it will take us several more months to get pregnant again, which is so hard when you've wanted something so badly for so long, especially when you feel like its come so easily for everyone around you. Please pray for us first and formost that God blesses our efforts, and secondly that if His timeline is a lot more spread out than we wish it was, that we can accept his plan with humble patience and trust in His timing.
I felt like post needed to end on a fun note, and this little guy is the most fun I know! Going down a 'weeee!' (That's what he calls a slide, or the park in general, so cute!)
While to an outsider it would probably seem life in the Jeska house is going on as normal, there have been some big changes. Our routine hasn't changed. Our belongings haven't changed. Over the last several days, it's my heart that has changed. The season of Lent is upon us and God has been using this time to bless me and my relationship with Him. I am re-learning what it truly means to love God and have a heart that beats for Him. Even in this time of great uncertainty, I'm feeling more sure of the direction our life is headed then ever before. For the first time in a long time, I truly trust that God has us in His hands and is guiding us down a road He has prepared for us.
With that said, I do have a few updates/prayer requests to throw out there:
1. Chris' job situation: I'm sure most of you remember several months ago when I blogged about Chris's application status with the FAA and his plans to go, and then not go to Oklahoma City to start his training. About a week ago Chris got an e-mail from the gal in charge of scheduling classes for new hires telling him they have a start date for him: April 8. This would be his first day of classes in OKC and he would finish on August 10. This gave us almost exactly 30 days to put all the plans in place including finding a summer apartment, figuring out childcare, and trying to rearrange my work schedule so that we can be together as much as possible. Now that we've finally gotten most of this figured out and Chris's office has even already hired his replacement, we are waiting to get all the final confirmations from the FAA. I'm feeling a lot of anxiety after what happened last November, especially knowing that if for some reason his start date gets put off again, he will be out of a job. Please pray for this situation, that God helps things fall into place.
2. This is the first month since our miscarriage that the doctor has given us the "go ahead" to try again for another baby. We've felt a lot of heartbreak over the last year; 11 months of trying, finally getting pregnant, and then losing the baby just under 2 months in. I'm so full of fear that it will take us several more months to get pregnant again, which is so hard when you've wanted something so badly for so long, especially when you feel like its come so easily for everyone around you. Please pray for us first and formost that God blesses our efforts, and secondly that if His timeline is a lot more spread out than we wish it was, that we can accept his plan with humble patience and trust in His timing.
Thursday, March 3, 2011
Happy Birthday, Dad!
March 3, 1959. The day my dad was born. Hooray! I better be pretty stinking glad about that, becuase, lets face it: if he wasn't born, I wouldn't be either!
In honor of my wonderful dad's 52nd birthday, I've compiled a short list of some of my favorite memories of him:
2nd grade: Our assignment for music class was to build a musical instument and bring it in the next week so we could all play together. Most kid's parents used a shoe box and rubber bands or a tin can and beans. Not my dad: my dad got out his wood and tools and built me a beautiul little musical box with guitar strings. My teacher was wow-ed to say the least.
My great grandmas funeral: The only time I've ever seen my dad cry. This is the day I learned that real men DO cry, even if it's very rare.
High school graduation: My mom and dad were going to buy me a ring as a graduation gift: I had my heart set on a beautiul white gold ring with 4 small princess cut diamonds. I knew it was more than they were probably wanting to spend but when my mom talked to my dad about it, he said "Let's get her the one she really wants." I still wear it every single day.
Summer after my freshman year of college: My parents came up to visit after I had just gotten back from Europe to bring me my car they were going to get fixed while I was gone. My dad gave me my keys and asked me to grab his sunglasses that he accidently left in there. When I went out to the parking lot, I couldn't find it. The he pointed to a NEW car and said, "There's your car, right there!" I may have peed my pants a little that day.
My wedding day: My dad danced with me. I don't remember ever seeing my dad dance with anyone, so this is a moment I will NEVER forget.
The first time he held Benton, a few days after he was born: I could see his heart melt before my eyes, and I knew he was going to be just as good of a grandpa as he was dad, maybe even better.
RT graduation: My dad told me he was proud of me. Maybe because I know my dad doesn't lie, and doesn't hand out compliments just for the sake of being nice, or maybe it's because I think so highly of him. Either way, both then and now I still consider this the biggest compliment I've ever recieved.
So there they are, my faves. Love you daddy, always will! Happy Birthday!
In honor of my wonderful dad's 52nd birthday, I've compiled a short list of some of my favorite memories of him:
2nd grade: Our assignment for music class was to build a musical instument and bring it in the next week so we could all play together. Most kid's parents used a shoe box and rubber bands or a tin can and beans. Not my dad: my dad got out his wood and tools and built me a beautiul little musical box with guitar strings. My teacher was wow-ed to say the least.
My great grandmas funeral: The only time I've ever seen my dad cry. This is the day I learned that real men DO cry, even if it's very rare.
High school graduation: My mom and dad were going to buy me a ring as a graduation gift: I had my heart set on a beautiul white gold ring with 4 small princess cut diamonds. I knew it was more than they were probably wanting to spend but when my mom talked to my dad about it, he said "Let's get her the one she really wants." I still wear it every single day.
Summer after my freshman year of college: My parents came up to visit after I had just gotten back from Europe to bring me my car they were going to get fixed while I was gone. My dad gave me my keys and asked me to grab his sunglasses that he accidently left in there. When I went out to the parking lot, I couldn't find it. The he pointed to a NEW car and said, "There's your car, right there!" I may have peed my pants a little that day.
My wedding day: My dad danced with me. I don't remember ever seeing my dad dance with anyone, so this is a moment I will NEVER forget.
The first time he held Benton, a few days after he was born: I could see his heart melt before my eyes, and I knew he was going to be just as good of a grandpa as he was dad, maybe even better.
RT graduation: My dad told me he was proud of me. Maybe because I know my dad doesn't lie, and doesn't hand out compliments just for the sake of being nice, or maybe it's because I think so highly of him. Either way, both then and now I still consider this the biggest compliment I've ever recieved.
So there they are, my faves. Love you daddy, always will! Happy Birthday!
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