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Valentine’s Day

Happy Valentine’s Day!  I love this holiday. I have had a “valentine” every year since my freshman year of high school. So, that’s why I love it. I have never been without. It’s always been a special and fun holiday.

 

However, I do know that those people who have had awful holiday experiences don’t like Valentine’s.  When everyone is bummed about it, I know they haven’t experienced as much fun as I have.

 

Every year we go away. Mark and I have been doing this for years. Then, when the wee one came along, we just took her with us. We go out-of-town for one night only. Hotel, dinner, movies, whatever. Of course, it was a different experience before the wee one arrived. But, that’s ok – we’ve adapted.  It’s all good.  Whenever we’re together it’s always good!

 

Happy Valentine's day!

Happy Valentine’s day! (Photo credit: DonnaGrayson)

 

I found this here!

 

The Basics:

What is your Name?

Bethanie Frank

What is the Name of your blog?

The Annie Blog

What is your blog’s web address?

https://theannieblog.com/

The Survey:

1. What state do you currently reside?

Kansas

2. What color is your natural hair?

Brown

3. How tall are you?

5’6”’

4. What is your favorite food?

Sushi

5. What color shirt are you wearing right now?

Black shirt with a light brown cardigan vest

6. What are three cosmetic items that you wear every single day?

Moisturizer, eyeliner, lip gloss

7. What is your denomination?

Methodist

8. Describe your testimony?

Raised in the church all my life!

9. How did you meet your husband?

Grad school

10. What is your favorite beverage?

Perrier

11. How many kids do you have?

One

12. Have you ever experienced an earthquake?

Yes, a couple of minor ones even though we live in Kansas

13. What is your favorite TV show?

General Hospital and the news

14. What was the last movie you saw?

Yikes, I have no idea

15. Who is your favorite Bible character?

Paul

16. What color are your eyes?

green

17. Are you a working mother, stay at home wife, or stay at home mom?

Working mom

18. Do you homeschool?

No

19. Did/do you attend University? If so, where.

Bachelor’s Degree from the University of Missouri in Kansas City

Master’s Degree from Western Illinois University

20. If you could change one thing in your life what would it be?

Exercise

21. Who is your favorite Christian singer or band?

Michael W. Smith

22. What is your absolute favorite color?

Purple

23. Think about something from the ocean and write it down: (yes, random…I know)

Seashells

24. Where is your favorite place to dine out?

Sushi places – Buffalo Wild Wings – Logan’s Roadhouse

25.  Did you attend church camp?

No

26. Name a blog friend who’s name starts with the same letter as your name:

Don’t think I have one

27. Do you have a Facebook Account for your blog?

no

28. Do you have a Twitter Account for your blog?

no

29. Name someone you miss right now:

friends

30. What is your happiest childhood memory?

Playing with my brother

31. Name one thing you can cook better than your husband’s mother: (if you’re not married, then your own mother.)

Fried pork chops with mashed potatoes and gravy

32. Would you consider yourself stubborn?

Yes, but I’m getting better – I think

33. Do you feel like you are a good writer?

Yes

34. Do you pin? If so, list your Pinterest screen name.

annieblog

3. How many hours do you spend on Pinterest per day?

About an hour a week

36. Do you use WordPress, Blogger, Drupal, or Typepad? (or another?)

WordPress

37. Where do you stand on wearing socks with sandals?

Uhm, the hubby does

38. Did you design your own blog, or hire a graphic designer?

I did it

39. What is your favorite widget/gadget?

Hooking up to my flickr account

40. If you had to choose only one, would you have a clean bathroom or a clean kitchen?

kitchen

41. Where did you honeymoon?

Vegas

42. Did you elope?

Kind of – we went to Vegas and only told our immediate families – my mom, brother and brother-in-low joined us

43. Do you have a favorite sports team?

Chiefs!

44. What is your favorite praise & worship song?

Amazing Grace – sung by people that can REALLY sing!

45. Were you raised in church?

yes

46. When did you start blogging?

About 10 years ago

47. What are your favorite blogs?

I have quite a few I visit every day

48. Have you ever lived in another country?

No

49. Have you done missions? If so, where & when.

no

50. What version of the Bible do you prefer?

NIV

51. What’s the story behind your blog name?

My middle name is Ann – and when I first started blogging I wanted to remain anonymous

52. Describe the ultimate hands down best date on a $20 budget.

Hubby – pizza – eating in front of the TV while watching a movie together!

53. Will you tell one blogger about this survey? If so, then who? (optional: include their web address)

no

54. What is your favorite scripture?

Romans 15: 13 NIV

May the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace as you trust in him, so that you may overflow with hope by the power of the Holy Spirit.

Be My Valentine

Be My Valentine

Cherish

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Cherished:

I feel that I am cherish. Then I also wanted to think about the things that I cherish. For example, I think family is at the tippy-top of that list. I relish the times I can be home and with those people. They are my everything.

I rarely use the word “cherish” for some reason. To me, it means something that I hold VERY close and dear to me. Something that can not be replaced.  A very special thing. And, that’s my family.  They can’t be replaced. They are amazing.  I don’t treat them with kid-gloves or anything, we have our ups and downs, but my family is what I truly cherish.  I hold them close – literally and figuratively.

I also know they cherish me.  We cherish one another. Tonight, we have a lot of family planned. I am going to mention this word, and see how THEY define it. See what they cherish. I can learn so much from those people, it’s unreal.

I know I need to also cherish every day. I am guilty of NOT doing that. I forget. How horrible is that?  Things get in the way and I forget to CHERISH my day – my life – my existence. Unreal.  I am thankful and grateful – that I can do. But to really cherish- to hold my day close to my heart and hug it. That is something I  need to work on.

Without my day, my life – I have nothing.  Thank you God for this day, this life, and my family. I promise to hold it all dear to me. In your name I pray!

break

It’s time for me to have a break.  A serious break. that’s the beauty of education. Just as you’re ready to go mad – a break comes around. Mark and I are forever grateful for these breaks.  Right now, things have been mighty stressful at work. And we are going to relish this break more than  you can ever know.

With things being crazy, and even a bit scary at work, we haven’t told our families. The wee one hears snippets now and then, but nothing big. My mother would FREAK OUT. So, it’s best not to stress her out. My brother knows a little bit. He’s compassionate and understanding. My father knows nothing – that’s my choice.  So, Mark and I keep it to ourselves. We don’t even discuss it with co-workers – too risky.  The walls have ears if you know what I mean… And, we really don’t have any friends we discuss this stuff with, so we just deal with it amongst ourselves and count down the days till break.

Because of all this  – my mind is elsewhere. I’m easily distracted, and every now and then I turn a bit negative.

And this is not good.  So, I go play on pinterest and daydream…

venting

So, I need to vent a little bit. I’ve said it before, but we live FAR from our families. No one is near us – seriously.  And, we happen to live in a smaller town where everyone is related to everyone else. Consequently – we have no family events to attend over the holidays. And, people seem to think that since we don’t have family around that they just assume we do NOTHING. A co-worker just told us that we could do the extra work because we don’t have family events coming up and she does. She won’t have time, but she knows that since we don’t have family around we would be able to do the extra work load. And, this is NOT the first time this has happened. This happens almost every year. Someone says things like, “Well, you can probably work on that since you won’t have family in town. I can’t because my wife’s family will be here one weekend, then the next weekend we are hosting the party at our house for my family.”  Seriously!?! I get so frustrated hearing that. It’s not fair. And then it seems like our bosses always agree, “Well, since Joe has all these family activities it only seems logical you can do the extra work. ”

tired of it!

 

Roots

 

So, I remember when I was little and the TV mini-series, Roots was on. It was a HUGE deal. I didn’t get it.  My parents watched it. Things around our house stopped during those nights. My brother and I were “shushed” a lot!  It was just a TV show that bored me.  It wasn’t funny. I like sit-coms. This was NOT a sit-com. So, I didn’t pay attention.

In fact, I really didn’t pay attention to my roots at all growing up. I kind of just didn’t think about it. To me, now, the word “roots” symbolizes family. See, we lived far away from our family. Like four states away. We hardly ever saw anyone. And guess what – it’s kind of the same thing now.  Hubby and I live at least 4 hours away from any sense of family.  And then it’s only my brother and his little boy. We are spread around the country. So, I instill in my little girl the importance of family – the right here-right-now kind of family. The kind that matters!  We talk about family in our house all the time. We know how important this bond is.

We are sad that we can’t be around more family – and sometimes I get a little jealous. But, we must establish our own roots with just the three of us. With a big change looming, our roots are going to be even more important than ever before.

Last night we started our gratitude journals for the  month of November. The wee one wrote about family.

This is what having roots means to me. A love between us that anchors us to each other.

Look

Look:

I can think of “look, momma, look!”  All day long. I am asked to come and Look at something – a picture she drew, a bug she found, a commercial of something she wants, or even how her scrap of bread looks like a duck.  Look. And I do. Ok, not all the time, but I do. I am getting better. It never fails, though. That “Look” comes right when I’m in the middle of something. Right when I have things to finish. Right when I have things to start .

I need to stop. I need to look. I need to find what she finds fascinating. I need to understand that she finds it all amazing, and hopefully I will too. And, not just with her – with my husband.  He comes home from work and has things to share. I need to stop and LOOK at him too.

What about God?  I need  to stop and LOOK at him too. He shows me fascinating things every day. He says – LOOK, Bethanie, LOOK! And, sometimes I notice, and sometimes I don’t.  How sad is that?

I looked yesterday. I looked at the blue cloudless sky and I saw a lone bird flying so far up there it looked like a little moving speck. I saw what God placed in front of me.

I looked when Atlantis showed me some fabric scraps she found – she said they were pretty. I agreed. We decided to make doll clothes from them. We looked. Together. We looked.

I looked when my hubby came home from work with calloused hands. I looked. I loved. I appreciated.

Five Minute Friday

disbelief

Mark and I normally cuddle up on the couch and watch the 10:00 news together. Last night, he was working late. He had a recruiting trip. He didn’t get home until after 9:30. So, we ended up sitting on the couch and got caught up with our nights.  We missed the news.

Afterwards, I got on facebook.  I was scanning my newsfeed. I saw a news report about someone involved in a murder-suicide. It was our social worker. I gasped. I could barely spit out the words. Mark came over to peer over my shoulder.  We clicked on the links. It was her. Her husband had shot her and turned the gun on himself.

I cried. A lot.  I am still rather teary.  She was our social worker. She FOUND our daughter.  She was at the court hearing when we adopted our daughter. She has been to our home numerous times. She was an angel. Really – an angel.  She united us.  Without her – I don’t know if we all three would’ve found each other.  My mind cannot comprehend what’s going on.  I have so many questions. The injustice. The heartache. Her children!  Her children – her two little boys whom she ADORED!

I am distraught.

Scripture isn’t comforting right now. I am angry.