tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-63112076239471859962024-02-21T08:08:36.140-08:00Midnight BloggerMisty Phttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15192157764969234462noreply@blogger.comBlogger16125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311207623947185996.post-58705546101381553362012-02-08T19:27:00.000-08:002012-02-08T19:27:27.027-08:00How Many Times Have I Told You.....I got told off today, by a random stranger, when I was out running.<br />
She stopped me in mid stride and said "Where are your shoes, and why <br />
are you running in socks, you will ruin them?"<br />
Nosey bugga I thought, but instead of voicing this out loud to her, I<br />
remained pleasant.<br />
<br />
And its true, I will ruin my snowy white socks soon and will have to buy<br />
more, and how many times have I growled at my kids, for wearing their socks<br />
outside....prob a million times, and this lady had probably growled at her <br />
kids about the same amount as well, so I guess she was doing her job as a mum.<br />
<br />
But why am I running in socks, you may be asking?<br />
<br />
Barefoot running, that's what I am doing, and it is gloriously liberating, Yes,<br />
true I am wearing socks now, but you should try running in barefoot at 6 am,<br />
you will find as I did, that it does'nt take long for the feet to freeze and <br />
go numb, in that early morning dew.<br />
<br />
After suffering with a stuffed ankle for the past 8-9 months, because I was <br />
running in good running shoes with orthodics, yeah go figure, my physio finally<br />
encouraged me to walk in bare feet, which very quickly turned into running.<br />
And my ankle, well it has never been better, now how awesome is that?<br />
<br />
My cousin suggested that if I am finding running bare foot liberating, I wonder<br />
how I would feel running totally naked.....ummmm Sherilyn, in a word "SHAMED".<br />
Why do you think I am running in the first place, well yes to fix the ankle, but<br />
also to loose flab that has attached itself to me without asking....but maybe when<br />
I have removed it, maybe I will try it....in the middle of the night when nobody<br />
is around!!!<br />
<br />
Not that I said all this to the lady that stopped me, instead I agreed with her,<br />
Yes I will probably ruin my socks, but doctors orders and you can't disobey your<br />
doctor....and enough chit-chat, I need to go.<br />
<br />
So, dear people, next time you want to feel liberated, try barefoot running and<br />
join the new revolution, and if you are a little more game, strip it all off!<br />
<br />
Bye, MistyMisty Phttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15192157764969234462noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311207623947185996.post-76222955424554909592012-02-04T18:00:00.000-08:002012-02-04T18:00:36.082-08:00A Really Yummy Gewurztraminer.The other night, the kids were asleep, husband was out with the lads, and I was home alone with my remote control and an extremely good bottle of gewurztraminer, maybe I had already had two glasses or possibly 3, anyway who is counting? I certainly was'nt.<br />
<br />
The phone rang, I answered, the caller said.."Hi My name is Leanne, I am an old friend of Mr P, about 20-25 years ago.....bla bla bla" My foggy brain didn't take much in at all.<br />
<br />
But before I knew it I was agreeing to take in for Sunday night, 2 adults and 4 chn, who were on a biking holiday, did I mention the children were 1, 3, 5, and 6 years...., as they had to be at the airport 9am Monday morning. Who were these people? Where were they from? Who knows? I certainly didn't but I agreed to let them sleep on our lounge floor.....<br />
<br />
Before I hung up, I suddenly realized I didn't have any idea who I was talking too, I couldn't remember who she said she was, so as she began her goodbyes, I suddenly blurted out "Who are you, and how do you know my husband?"<br />
<br />
I am sure this lady began to have second thoughts about sending this family to stay, What sort of crazy woman, has Mr P married? Anyway graciously, she told me how she and Mr P knew each other, and this time I randomly wrote more notes on back of the envelope.<br />
<br />
I hung up the phone, poured another glass the very yummy wine and settled back to watch more TV.<br />
<br />
When Mr P came home, I was pretty cheerful, but I did remember to tell him people were coming to stay, on sunday night, but I had lost the envelope, so I couldn't tell him who, but did he have a friend from 20 odd years ago, whose name was Leanne.<br />
<br />
Luckily, Mr P knew who I was talking about, and has been in touch with his old friend, but we still don't know a lot about this family, but we are looking forward to hosting them for the night.<br />
<br />
They sound pretty amazing if they can travel this way with 4 young kids, I am looking forward to meeting them, maybe we will catch the bug too.....although the mind sure boggles with how we would keep Scooby on a bike, maybe a tandem with ropes to tie him on.....and bags him not on my bike!<br />
<br />
Anyway dear readers, if at all there is anyone out there reading my crap, I will let you know all about them next time.<br />
<br />
Talk soon<br />
<br />
MistyMisty Phttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15192157764969234462noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311207623947185996.post-44517132032816456022011-08-14T18:25:00.000-07:002011-08-14T18:25:22.973-07:00The Other ManI have to admit it, there is another man in my life,<br />
a wonderful man, that gives me what I need, right<br />
when I need it...<br />
<br />
On Thurs and Fri, I was in deep pain, suffering every-time<br />
I smiled and talked, I was grumpy with everyone, even my<br />
husband knew not to say anything to me, because the <br />
tounge lashing he would get was not worth it. I felt<br />
depressed, that hubby was beginning to feel quite concerned.<br />
<br />
But then on Saturday, this wonderful, kind, caring man, came<br />
into my life, and made me happy, ohhh, such happiness I hadn't felt<br />
for days.<br />
<br />
This other man,my dentist, gave me 40 minutes of his time, he worked on<br />
my inflamed gums, drained what needed to be drained, and made it all<br />
feel so much better.......and then he prescribed me drugs.... heaps<br />
of drugs, beautiful, beautiful pills, ...."pain doesn't live here<br />
no more".... and his wonderful nurse even suggested vodka in a sipper<br />
bottle to get me through my sunday school class of pre-schoolers the<br />
next day....what an awesome idea, never thought of that before....haha.<br />
<br />
And when he presented me with the bill, It didn't even bother me, the <br />
pain had gone, and the drugs were awesome!!!!!!!<br />
<br />
O the other man, how I love thee! Misty Phttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15192157764969234462noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311207623947185996.post-40171764781157893662011-08-11T16:45:00.000-07:002011-08-11T16:45:37.636-07:00My Dream...Don't you love it when your house is clean, you can smell the <br />
polish and the disinfectant, the floor is mopped,<br />
the carpets are vacumed, the windows are shiny, the beds are made<br />
up with clean sheets, yesterdays washing is folded and put away,<br />
and todays is hanging on the line, the kitchen is tidy, the rubbish<br />
is out, the stove/oven is clean, and so is the refigerator, and<br />
the bathroom is sparkly, and the loo looks like the best it ever looked!<br />
<br />
I can't remember when my home last looked that way, or even it it ever <br />
looked that way, even when I had a cleaner, courtesy of the govt, <br />
because of my son's special needs, my home never has looked that way.<br />
<br />
And I crave it so much, I wish muchly that the little elves that<br />
visited that poor shoemaker and made his shoes for him at night, do<br />
you remember that story from childhood?, well I wish those little elves<br />
would visit me at night, and transform my home to the tidy CLEAN home<br />
I long for.<br />
<br />
But even if they did, you know what would happen aye, the children would<br />
wake up, and before you know it, juice will be knocked over, cereal will<br />
be on the floor, toast crumbs everywhere, clothes, toys, everywhere,<br />
toothpaste on the bathroom sink, the loo, well we won't even go there, but<br />
lets say "disaster zone" and my home would be right back to where I had<br />
left it the night. Would those little elves dispair, I do think they would,<br />
and they would even cease to visit.<br />
<br />
I love it when I go and visit mother of one, and her home always looks <br />
beautiful, dust wouldn't dare show it's face, but it's not just her house<br />
it's her garden too....I love sitting in her home enjoying the tidiness, <br />
but being a tiny bit scared to spill my tea or drop a crumb, but the<br />
serenity of a clean house pulls me, and starts to make me long for my<br />
home to look like that too.<br />
<br />
And then I go visit another friend, and her home is in more chaos than my<br />
own, and secretly I love it, because it makes me feel like, just maybe I<br />
do have a little bit of house cleaner in me.<br />
<br />
When I got married my father told my hubby that he got the "best one",<br />
And, yes, if you visited my sister's homes, you would probably agree, thank<br />
goodness, where they live they still have dial-up and never get to read my<br />
blogs......can you believe people still use dial-up?, but no, now I am <br />
straying, so maybe I am the best one of 3, but I am still not the <br />
house keeper I desire to be.<br />
<br />
But my kids are happy, my husband is getting used to it, he is a clean freak,<br />
and I still have time in my day to do other things I want to do, and my home, <br />
well its not too bad, maybe one day Mr P will be rich enough to provide<br />
me with a house keeper, and the children will have left home, just maybe then<br />
my home will become the sparkling home I so desire.<br />
<br />
But anyway, must go, toilet to clean, floor to vacum, and beds to be made up,<br />
and a whole list of other 40 jobs to do.<br />
<br />
Have a great day<br />
Misty <br />
<br />
Misty Phttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15192157764969234462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311207623947185996.post-50772959982863720872011-08-10T19:50:00.000-07:002011-08-10T19:50:14.003-07:00Mufti-DayI have just had a fun afternoon. YAY<br />
Enny-Belle came home from school yesterday with a notice telling<br />
us that it was mufti day on Friday, and since it was peace week<br />
they all had to wear some white, and to throw some fun into the<br />
equation [or nightmare for some parents] they needed to also dress<br />
in the theme of "Flower Power".<br />
Well my wonderful daughter said "I've got a white top and a white dress<br />
mum, that will do", and Potato muttered loudly, "I just gonna wear<br />
what I want and I am not wearing flowers"!!!!<br />
Anyway today I pulled out Enny-Belles white dress, and it was covered in<br />
stains and crap, and even tho it is still soaking, I don't think they are<br />
removeable.<br />
So instead I went into my trusty fabric cupboard, and found white cotton and <br />
white stretch, and white daisy trimming, and a tea coloured rik-rak, <br />
and I have had a wonderful afternoon creating the cutest little 60's<br />
number.<br />
A sleaveless little swing dress, with daisies around the neck of the dress,<br />
and daisies and rik-rak near the bottom of the dress. I also made a little<br />
pair of white stretch tights, that are a bit flared, and sewed daisies<br />
around the cuff of those. It is tooo cute, if I can say so myself, and I<br />
am hoping Enny-Belle will love it as much as I do.<br />
I am sorry there are no photos[as yet] of my creation, but a, I don't have <br />
a camera that works, and b, I am so computer illiterate, that I wouldn't<br />
know how to transfer them to this blog, but with a couple of tutorials<br />
from the lovely Simone, and a new camera, then I will be up and running and<br />
my pages may start to be a little more interesting.<br />
And as for Potato, well I have found a white thermal t-shirt for him in his <br />
draw, I think that will have to do with a pair of jeans. I don't think his<br />
Batman suit is going to work for him this time.<br />
I haven't been sewing in such a long time, and todays fun, has lit up the <br />
creative juices and I am starting to create in my head, more wonderful<br />
outfits and fun times. YAY!<br />
See ya later<br />
Misty<br />
<br />
Misty Phttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15192157764969234462noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311207623947185996.post-73707468079625255272011-08-08T18:34:00.000-07:002011-08-08T18:34:42.612-07:00Ironic, Isn't It?Today as I am baking in the kitchen, and looking into our lovely backyard<br />
I see a hiccup in my life's journey, .... you would prob call him a home valuer.<br />
Yes that right people, our home of just 5 weeks is up for sale...what did<br />
you say did I hear you right?....you sure did.<br />
And while watching him with his tape measure, i started to sing, "Isn't it Ironic<br />
don't you think...." thanks Alanis Morrisette! And i began to laugh!!!<br />
After having such a unsettled first half of the year, when our rental of<br />
9 years sold, and struggling to find a place to live, and with one week<br />
till we had to move this one fell in our lap....awesome!!!!!<br />
And now, 5 weeks later, my daughter told me today,"but it feels like we have<br />
been here forever" Yup it does that, <br />
But again change is in the air....<br />
<br />
But I am going to laugh in the face of this hiccup, ha ha ha it won't <br />
defeat me, because I am victorious!<br />
<br />
I have just come home from our amazing Equipher conference, and one of our<br />
speakers talked about walking in the natural vs walking in the super natural,<br />
in the natural, while facing something ie my home selling again, I could<br />
wail, and cry, and stamp my feet and throw a tanty, or I could walk in the<br />
supernatural and just start praying.....And that is what I am doing<br />
I just don't have the time and energy to do the other, and if the big guy <br />
upstairs came through in the nick of time last time, I am sure he will<br />
do it again when the need arises.<br />
<br />
No, I am not super spiritual....just can't be bothered with the effort that<br />
goes with worrying...In the last few year, we have come across many hiccups <br />
in our journey, I am determined I am not going to let this one bowl me over.<br />
<br />
So dear people, when the need arises, if you know of a home for us, let us <br />
know, ......and it could be absolutely anywhere, this time we are not going<br />
to state where we want to live, we feel a need for an adventure, a massive<br />
change, a new way of life....it could be deepest darkest Africa, or the rolling<br />
hills of Mongolia,[I do have a friend there working with homeless children,]<br />
maybe the bright city lights of Hong Kong [I would go back there in a heart beat]<br />
the island life of Tonga [a relaxed way of life would be attractive], the slums<br />
of Mumbai,{I have a friend there as well] Who knows where but we are up for an<br />
adventure, and some exciting tales to tell. [Gail can't have all the fun]<br />
<br />
So, yes, I guess we will just have to wait and see what happens next for us,<br />
YAHOO!<br />
<br />
Misty<br />
<br />
Misty Phttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15192157764969234462noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311207623947185996.post-63990767738124188442011-07-21T21:34:00.000-07:002011-07-21T21:34:34.831-07:00Breakfast in BedI heard whispering and banging in the kitchen as I went past<br />
on the way to the loo this morning.<br />
"What are you kids doing" I asked. "Go away Mummy and go back to bed,<br />
it's a surprise" I was told. "Don't come in here"<br />
So as a good mama, I did what I was told and went back to bed.<br />
I then woke up hubby and warned him breakfast in bed would be coming<br />
shortly. Of course Mr Tidy freak, moaned about the state the kitchen<br />
would be, but I told him to shush and enjoy the moment.<br />
Before too long, in came Siena Biena, carrying a red spotted tray, with<br />
breakfast for Mama. On the tray was, 1 little cupcake, 2 round sammies cut<br />
out with cookie cutters, one with sprinkles, and the other, fejoa jam, <br />
a manderin, and a little container with almonds......yummo!<br />
Next came, Potato, first with a wine glass of juice, which he has placed<br />
a frozen strawberry and boysenberry, I liked the touch, for his father,<br />
and then shortly after he came back balencing the rest of daddy's<br />
breakfast on a wire cookie tray,you know the sort you put the biscuits on to <br />
cool down after taking them from the oven, anyway, for daddy he had a bowl<br />
of cereal with soy milk, also a mandarin, a sammie filled with sprinkles,<br />
and a homemade ginger nut.<br />
THEN WITH BIG SATISFIED SMILES ON THEIR FACES,they sat on our bed, munching<br />
on the biscuit and cupcake they had given us, and watched us enjoy the breakfast<br />
that had been prepared with much love.<br />
It was a breakfast like none ever, and a real treat, and even better, I stayed<br />
in bed a bit longer and let hubby dearest clean up the kitchen.<br />
A lovely start to the day, and a lovely end to the first week of the<br />
school holidays.<br />
Thankyou my darling children, I will keep you on for another week.Misty Phttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15192157764969234462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311207623947185996.post-75323277113991687352011-07-12T15:24:00.000-07:002011-07-12T15:24:55.510-07:00Mummy TimeIt's my turn at home with a sick kid<br />
Potato is full up with cold, flu, and fever, <br />
nice to have the little man home<br />
but he threw a spanner into the works today.<br />
<br />
I was looking forward to going to a Bloggy Tea Party,<br />
and after that I had a kids planning meeting for kids church<br />
but instead, I am still in my pj's,<br />
home with my two boys.<br />
<br />
Huuby took ennybelle to school, and went for a run<br />
yes, sometime today I have to fit the exercise thing <br />
in too. But a bit tired, after a restless night<br />
of a little boy coughing and choking in my ear<br />
and keeping me over warm with his fevered body.<br />
<br />
But, hey, have to make the most of these times,<br />
in a few years he is not going to want to cuddle <br />
next to mummy when sick, or go to sleep on mummy <br />
at swimming lessons, like he did last night,<br />
his warm, flushed body, cuddled up to me,<br />
makes this mummy's heart thump. <br />
<br />
And there are not many mornings these days<br />
that I get to stay in my pj's for all hours<br />
so i am just going to enjoy it, and hope there<br />
will be another bloggy tea party to go to<br />
another day.<br />
<br />
mistyMisty Phttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15192157764969234462noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311207623947185996.post-81526795309116404892011-07-10T18:16:00.000-07:002011-07-10T18:16:20.921-07:00Exercise Bexercise.....why do we do it?I started exercising again this morning....it was something that has been bugging<br />
me for a while, the stomach is looking rounder, the legs are begining to wobble<br />
as with every thing else.<br />
My hubby decided to go for a run this morning, after, for both of us, about 12<br />
weeks of slothfulness, so that was prompt number one.<br />
Prompt number two, Miss Gail talks about all her exercising in her blog, and it kinda <br />
is inspiring me, also I remember how fabulous I looked and felt when I lived<br />
in Asia, And I would like some of that again.<br />
Prompt number three, was some of the clothes I scored from her above, when she <br />
left for China, are begining to feel a tad tight.<br />
Prompt number four, well since shifting to our new abode, my exercise equipment<br />
that had been hiding in a very untidy garage, is now indoors, in Scoobys room<br />
and everytime I pass his room, tidy his room, or whatever, it calls to me,<br />
"When are you going to entertain us o slothful one"<br />
So I did it, I'm sure poor scooby wished I hadn't, all that panting and snorting<br />
and other noises someone totally unfit makes, And I am sure today, he may have thought there are benefits to being blind, he didn't have to see his mums wobbly<br />
bits wobbling all over the place.....BUT, when you lose one sense, another one<br />
takes over, and I am hoping it wasn't his sense of smell...I smelt bad!!!!!!<br />
I'm sure tomorrow his door will be wedged shut, with a note in braille saying<br />
"Clear off, no unfit mums allowed"<br />
But I did it and I feel great now!!! All I need to do is keep going, and then when<br />
the inspiration really hits, starting using my gym membership again, which luckily<br />
doesn't expire because Mr P works there.<br />
So yes...roll on tomorrow, as I roll out of bed, rub the sleep from my eyes, the smile quickly fading from my face, and I remember what I need to do.Misty Phttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15192157764969234462noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311207623947185996.post-16640319627125694832011-06-28T22:11:00.000-07:002011-06-28T22:11:47.709-07:00A Home With My Name on It...part twoYAY.....We found it, finally after weeks of waiting, looking, with 6 days to go before we moved out of our rental, we found a HOME WITH MY NAME ON IT.<br />
On Sunday someone asked how i was doing, and if we had found a house yet....I answered with<br />
"I am dong well now...last week I was a bit mental and stressed and was telling God<br />
what I thought of his lack of faithfulness......then i got my period!!!!!" Yes<br />
suddenly all was well in the world again and I was back to relaxed mode, of "I'm<br />
sure there is a house out there for us somewhere"<br />
When I tell friends that little story they all laugh, girlfriends that is, we all <br />
understand, we all know what we can be like before our delightful "friend" visits.<br />
Any way I continued telling my friend on Sunday,<br />
"If God created the world in just 7 days, then finding a home for me in 6 will be <br />
easy peasy"<br />
And guess what......it was<br />
Sunday night I got rung by two different friends, offering homes for us to live.<br />
Yay......with 6 days to go, GOD PROVED HIS FAITHFULNESS TO US.<br />
I know I go on about God, but in the last few years I have been clinging on to my life with a mere <br />
string, and if I didn't have faith in something I am sure I would have jumped off<br />
a long time ago.<br />
My faith in God has been my anchor that has kept me stable, from going too insane,<br />
more insane than I am already, my friends would say.<br />
Anyway, I am now busy packing up more boxes, and reassuring my children that it<br />
will all be ok, and probably reassuring myself as well.<br />
see you soon<br />
MistyMisty Phttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15192157764969234462noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311207623947185996.post-73270700136454321622011-06-14T15:36:00.000-07:002011-06-14T15:36:28.138-07:00Jethro's StoryLife is a journey. Sometimes we take part of that journey against our will.<br />
Our journey is begun for us by those who conceived us. Later on down the track <br />
we continue it ourselves. The choices and decisions we make determine where<br />
we are and who we are today.<br />
<br />
My journey had been one that had made me the person I was, based on the decisions I had made and the experiences I had been through.<br />
<br />
But then I became pregnant, and for 9 months I shared an intimate journey with <br />
my son Jethro.<br />
<br />
From the very beginning, he was determined to stay around. HE SEEMED TO HAVE A<br />
STORY TO TELL. He was conceived, even though it wasn't the right time of month,<br />
he decided to stick even when I bled really heavily for the first 6 weeks.<br />
Then we went for our 20 week scan where we were told the Jethro was probably<br />
missing his lower jaw and had a kink in his spine, He also had a very small<br />
stomach which ment he probably wasn't swallowing, and could possibly have<br />
trouble breathing when he was born. We could have ended his journey then. We<br />
briefly considered it. Coming home from the scan where we had said "NO" to<br />
a termination, we said."Should we?" And when I considered it again myself<br />
out loud, my little boy, only 20 weeks old gave me the biggest kick in the<br />
gut - and I knew HE had an opinion too. He wanted to stay around, and we <br />
knew we had to continue.<br />
<br />
Jethro had an amazing time within me - he had a HUGE swimming pool to move<br />
around in, which he definitely made the most of. By the end of my pregnancy<br />
I was equivalent to someone carrying full term with triplets. When my waters<br />
broke 10 litres of fluid were released instead of the normal 1 to 2.<br />
<br />
Every scan we had after that initial one, we tried to see his chin and his mouth. But every time without fail, Jethro tried to cover it up. He either had one <br />
or both his hands covering it up. He was even born with his hand in his mouth,<br />
as if he had a secret. We loved this about his personality, Almost as if to <br />
say, "DON'T JUDGE ME BY THIS ONE THING. I AM MUCH MORE THAN THAT. CAN YOU<br />
SEE ME?" We loved this delightful side of his personality. Jethro knew he<br />
was loved and wanted.<br />
<br />
I was so SAD to say goodbye to my baby boy, who I had such dreams for. I<br />
wanted to believe the scans were wrong. and I truly believed Jesus could <br />
heal my son - but He didn't in the WAY I was hoping. When Jethro was born,<br />
I was glad that he didn't have to attempt to breath outside my womb - to see<br />
him struggle and fight to stay alive would have been heartbreaking. I am so<br />
GRATEFUL the decision was taken from us - and he was at peace.<br />
<br />
This journey has been long and difficult in a whole lot of ways, but I have<br />
learned so much from being Jethro's Mum. I HAVE LEARNED TO LOVE MORE<br />
INTIMATELY THAN EVER BEFORE, AND I KNOW TOO, HOW VERY MUCH I AM LOVED. I <br />
have learned to accept difficult situations. I have asked "WHY" Why is<br />
this happening to us? Why would God allow it to happen? BUT MY TRUST<br />
IN GOD HAS NEVER WAVERED. I have learned to care more deeply than ever<br />
before, and through my own suffering, I can empathize and care for and<br />
begin to recognize the suffering in others. God is growing in me more <br />
tolerance, respect, empathy and more intimate love. AND I AM GRATEFUL.<br />
<br />
It was a long and difficult 20 weeks. I thought the end would never come.<br />
But it did and it is over. And I am so relieved. Even though it was<br />
incredibly hard and sad, I feel so blessed to have carried him for <br />
over 39 weeks and we had him for as long as we did<br />
AND I KNOW HE IS IN HEAVEN. AND I KNOW I WILL SEE HIM AGAIN<br />
<br />
Jethro has a story to tell, and now you are part of that story, and my<br />
hope is that you might keep his story in your heart, and share it with<br />
those who need to hear it.<br />
<br />
Love Misty.Misty Phttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15192157764969234462noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311207623947185996.post-8268568521296716772011-06-13T19:29:00.000-07:002011-06-13T19:29:31.376-07:00A Home With My Name on It.I have found myself de-cluttering today, chucking away things <br />
I don't need anymore, broken toys, and lots of other crap<br />
that one has, after 9 years of living in one place.<br />
<br />
I'm still amazed at how much "stuff" we have. I went to Hong Kong <br />
with one suitcase, when I returned to NZ in 2002,I bought back<br />
half a shipping crate, plus a husband and newly adopted 8 year<br />
old son...and now, well the eyes are just boggling.<br />
<br />
I am finding a need to de-clutter and throw away at the moment<br />
because in 3 weeks we will be shifting from our "home", <br />
to live somewhere else.<br />
<br />
This home is our first "family" home, we bought Scooby here from HK,<br />
we bought Ennybelle home from the hospital,and Potato,<br />
well he was born on the kitchen floor. And then there's Jethro<br />
and all the memories we have of his short life - I know we<br />
will take all those memories with us, but it is still hard<br />
to leave this place.<br />
<br />
Probably harder, because we have no-where to go yet - we just<br />
can't find a place to live, a place to rent, in our area. And I<br />
tell you , we have looked.<br />
<br />
But as crazy as it is, I know it will all work out, and I just know <br />
in my heart, there is a home out there "WITH MY NAME ON IT" - I<br />
have this peace in my heart, that it is all under control,even<br />
tho my head contradicts this often - and reminds me "its only 3 weeks"<br />
<br />
If God can provide food for the birds, and dress the lillies in the field,<br />
then I just know, for me, his daughter he will provide a shelter<br />
for my family.<br />
<br />
So here I am, beginning to de-clutter, throw way, and box up my 'stuff'<br />
in anticipation for the big move in 3 weeks to<br />
"A Home With My Name on It"<br />
<br />
MistyMisty Phttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15192157764969234462noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311207623947185996.post-44986604202582801732011-05-30T19:20:00.000-07:002011-05-30T19:20:58.923-07:00Being Jethro's MumBeing Jethros mum was probably<br />
one of the most saddest times<br />
in my life<br />
But so totally lifechanging.<br />
<br />
Being Jethro's mum totally took<br />
me out of my comfort zone<br />
and placed me in a warzone<br />
totally different from ever before<br />
<br />
Being Jethro's mum taught me to enjoy<br />
every moment with him<br />
and appreciate every day<br />
I with him in my womb.<br />
<br />
Being Jethro's mum made me love<br />
more intimately than ever before.<br />
<br />
Being Jethro's mum has made me<br />
realize<br />
how very much<br />
I AM LOVED.<br />
<br />
Being Jethro's mum has helped me<br />
accept difficult situations-<br />
sure I still ask Why? Why is this happening?<br />
Why would God allow it?<br />
But being Jethro's mum has taught me<br />
to have an unwavering trust in God.<br />
<br />
Being Jethro's mum I have learnt to<br />
care more deeply<br />
than ever before.<br />
<br />
Being Jethro's mum, I have learnt that<br />
through my own suffering,<br />
I can empathize and care for, and<br />
begin to recognize the suffering<br />
in others.<br />
<br />
Being Jethro's mum has taught me<br />
tolerance and respect in the decisions<br />
others to make in their own crisis.<br />
<br />
Being Jethro's mum has taught me<br />
to love and appreciate my husband<br />
and children<br />
like never before.<br />
<br />
Being Jethro's mum has taught me<br />
to make the most of every moment<br />
I have on this earth,<br />
but look forward to the day<br />
I will be reunited with my son in heaven<br />
and finally get to hold him in my arms again.<br />
<br />
Being Jethro's mum is WONDERFUL.<br />
<br />
MISTYMisty Phttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15192157764969234462noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311207623947185996.post-30796653559690634832011-05-29T19:33:00.000-07:002011-05-29T19:33:06.017-07:00MemoriesThis could be a week like any other<br />
but is not<br />
because its a week of memories<br />
memories of a week 3 years ago.<br />
Three years ago, on 4 June<br />
my little boy came into the world<br />
to instantly say goodbye.<br />
And I am feeling sad<br />
because I am thinking about how much fun it would have been<br />
to celebrate his 3rd birthday party with him.<br />
<br />
An bit from my diary at the time:<br />
"Bittersweet-I want to go into labour, but I don't want to say goodbye-I<br />
want this baby to live, to be healed.<br />
Midwife thinks it may this weekend-its a hard thing to feel excited about-cos<br />
I'm not sure if it means saying goodbye"<br />
<br />
I am thankful that my little man didn't have to try to live outside my womb<br />
because it would have been heart breaking to watch<br />
BUT it would have been nice to say hello before I had to say goodbye.<br />
<br />
Bear with me this week my friends as I talk about my little boy<br />
its all memories, bittersweet memories, wonderful memories<br />
of my little boy, who was created beautifully<br />
and magnificently by a loving God who placed him in me for a purpose.<br />
<br />
MistyMisty Phttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15192157764969234462noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311207623947185996.post-40085947882229965712011-05-25T01:22:00.000-07:002011-05-25T01:22:42.198-07:00Pens and PapersI have always written my thoughts down on paper<br />
that is<br />
if i could remember them when i woke up<br />
sometimes i do<br />
and othertimes, they are gone like a distant dream<br />
sorta on the surface<br />
but not quite!<br />
Lately alot has been scrambling in this old mind of mine<br />
a whole lot to think out<br />
understand<br />
all at that midnight hour<br />
when i would really like to be sleeping.<br />
Its a time of transition in our family<br />
our home is sold, scooby has left school,<br />
Potato has just started and my baby would have been turning 3.<br />
My friend is having a crisis pregnancy, to which i can personally relate,<br />
so with that is coming memories from a not so distant past.<br />
Family and friends are having financial meltdowns<br />
and spiritual ones too.<br />
All this to mull over<br />
In that midnight hour.<br />
But it will all be ok <br />
I know it will<br />
I have been given a promise<br />
By the one who loves me<br />
And I know that I don't have to find all the answers<br />
By myself!<br />
<br />
MistyMisty Phttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15192157764969234462noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311207623947185996.post-25703146047311393842011-05-21T20:45:00.000-07:002011-05-21T20:45:27.561-07:00Welcome to My Midnight World <table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Me and Mr P</td></tr>
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I'm Misty and I've been talked into blogging!<br />
I imagine I'll be posting a lot at midnight. Hence the name.<br />
Raving about the various things going on in my mind and all manner of random thoughts.<br />
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhX3sMKK-YeZYYUoV6TVQ2GENcZjkPlEnzfiW1yEVGy_FMFEOoDXmFNP7EsgpXm4eP8nZccIesnMgVZhQBoWMAw4viMw_EPF0jQWXxSIAPt7hwsmel5wOi8qcqq-mB9XoRoFIcvzwvja9Ts/s1600/167628_499235077670_539447670_6801985_6594069_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="300px" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhX3sMKK-YeZYYUoV6TVQ2GENcZjkPlEnzfiW1yEVGy_FMFEOoDXmFNP7EsgpXm4eP8nZccIesnMgVZhQBoWMAw4viMw_EPF0jQWXxSIAPt7hwsmel5wOi8qcqq-mB9XoRoFIcvzwvja9Ts/s400/167628_499235077670_539447670_6801985_6594069_n.jpg" width="400px" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Usual Suspects LtoR: Potato, Scooby and Enybelle</td></tr>
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This is my midnight world.<br />
This is my Midnight Blog.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEim0z7_ANHjRKydXnIsOikMwcBJWOSUZaLe1oVmhYhFXSRKB9GrbqqlSEuPx60NVB-iTO13UL-GgjBwBe4CC0e74k2TPo7zKdNPLRMEVRPhXml9nzNfopqQH3n38ev22MIP_fbRy6H8-QQB/s1600/n539447670_2106214_5533510.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320px" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEim0z7_ANHjRKydXnIsOikMwcBJWOSUZaLe1oVmhYhFXSRKB9GrbqqlSEuPx60NVB-iTO13UL-GgjBwBe4CC0e74k2TPo7zKdNPLRMEVRPhXml9nzNfopqQH3n38ev22MIP_fbRy6H8-QQB/s320/n539447670_2106214_5533510.jpg" width="212px" /></a></div><span style="font-size: large;">Welcome.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Love Misty</span><br />
xMisty Phttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15192157764969234462noreply@blogger.com0