Need a break from the sick-talk, let’s talk about what makes us laugh! Here are 4 guaranteed outbursts for me:
- SNL’s Will Ferrell “Cow Bell” & Alec Baldwin’s “Schwety”
- The two Brian’s on our staff (him andhim)
- Stephen Colbert’s daily antic of receiving all the applause as he welcomes his guests out.
- I’m sorry, Raul, but I gotta share that moment from our honeymoon in Mexico. ‘Member when you tried to mount the horse for the horseback ride thru the mountains? ‘Member your foot got caught in the saddle footstrap & the horse took off? OMGosh, Husband, nothing makes me laugh more. The visual of that gets me every time. Good times, Cuban, good times. 🙂
Tomorrow they’re wheeling my butt down to the OR for a “procedure.” Into thy pneumonia-infested lungs they will go, knocking me out to jam a metal instrument up my nose, down into my lungs to “Hoover” me out. I’ve had it done before & far be it from me to tell you it’s a par-Tay. No way, dudes! Now I don’t have anything deep to impart here, but I wanna tell you whatGod’s telling me: “Heather, [insert your name here],
>Here’s a couple of pix from today. This first one I took because I’m bored sitting here unable to sleep right now. I titled it, “Look, Ma, No Hands!”
This 2nd pic is from earlier today. It was emailed to me. It made me cry. You see, sometimes when I’m in the hosp., I feel bad that I’m not home being mom. But when I saw this pic, the 1st thing I noticed was my boy’s happy faces & big love messages. Sometimes, I think kids have a way of helping us learn to love ourselves…by the way they unconditionally love us.
>For the 4th time in 11 mo.’s, I’m in the hospital. This time I’m on the 7th floor. ‘Though I don’t always see things this way, here’s how I am seeing things today from the 7th floor…
- to my right is the door. When I look at the door I can either see it as a closed or open. I chose to see it open. True, it stays closed all day, but in the last year, God’s allowed me to “rise” and walk out of it every time. I’m super glad about that!
- in front of me is a clock. When I look at the clock I can either see time “standing still” or “moving.” I see neither. Clocks represent time, which God controls, not me. So when I see the clock, whether it stands still or ticks away, I see God being in control.
- to my left is a window. When I look out the window I can either see “sigh, just trees” or “WOW! PALM TREES!!!” I chose the latter. Palm trees are one of my FAVS & the forest of them out my window reminds me God made them for my enjoyment.
- behind me is oxygen, tubes & an IV pole. What’s my perspective on that? HA! Actually? I don’t have one. I’m just thankful that all the stuff is behind me & that I don’t have to look at it all day.
I’m reading this book & its kickin’ my butt. I’m still only in Chap. 1, but had to share this with somebody!
So often, I’ll say, “I need to get away so I can collect my thoughts; getmy rest; do my thing.” Do you know what this is? That’s P-R-I-V-A-C-Y. Do you know what that isn’t? S-O-L-I-T-U-D-E. Solitude is separating all of me and all I want from everything so I can get right with God.
Hear me: I crave & I get moments of privacy, but trust me, my “skin” doesn’t crave & get moments of solitude.
Jesus had moments of solitude, so did Martin Luther, Thomas Aquinas & John the Baptist.
So now that my butt’s kicked, I’m praying for something my skin won’t want but my soul is thirsting for: SOLITUDE with God to get things right.
Last night, Raul & I saw Bedtime Stories. As we previewed it for our boys, we also thought it’d be fun to see. After all, it’s a Disney movie. Apparently, that doesn’t mean squat? The adventure, comedy & overall plot was so entertaining; so why the boobs, booties & sexual innuendos? I know we’re a sex-crazed America & I know I’m no religious freak…”but sometimes, Disney, we’d just like to see something fun for the whole fam. Can you do that for us? Maybe? I would’ve liked to tell fans to check this out. But won’t, sorry.”
Yesterday, as we left our hotel, I carried Andy thru the lobby ’cause he had a fever. There were a lot of people–it was check-out time for the guests & the hotel was hosting some nationwide Model/Talent Search. Without any warning, Andy starting throwing up on himself, me, the lobby floor & the Poinsettia garden in front of us. In between his 3rd & 4th projectile-vomit blow, I summoned the garden caretaker to please get us a garbage bag. That’s when I noticed many people walking by, staring but not stopping. Now we were in the middle of a main thoroughfare, so if I had to guess, I’d say 15 people passed us by. I’m not angry they didn’t stop, but as the day went on, I flashbacked often, asking myself, “Would I have stopped? Throwing-up is totally gross & it’s also not life-threatening, so I’m curious: what’s the Good Samaritan etiquette for something like this?