The Best Moments

I have tried blogging a few times about my dad, but its just been too hard. I first want to say that God is so good to me. I cant explain how difficult its been to see my dad go through this. However, God has shown me things that I wouldn't trade for anything. Its been a really great, wonderful, hard,funny, sad, loving experience. Today I want to share one of my experiences with you all. It was a funny one, I laughed the hardest ever and it was with my dad. It started on Tuesday on of the days dad goes to dialysis. After work I head over to my rents house and as I walk in my mom says, "your dad is in a very bad mood," which is normal for after a day at dialysis. She likes to warn me cuz I get all hurt when hes mean to me. I tell myself its understandable being that he is sick. She also mentions that he has markings on his head and I asked her like what, blood? She says no I'm not sure what it is. Well I call for him and he kinda yells at me, something to the extent what do you want, but not in a nice way. He was in the restroom and was being really really grouchy so I left and decided to go back after hes not annoyed. I called my sister in law who picked him up from dialysis for me and ask her if she noticed anything on his head. She says yes and assured me it wasn't blood. She said what it looked like to her was like what her dad had on his stomach when the doctors wrote on him to cut him open. So I hang up with her and call dialysis and speak to a nurse. I ask her if they wrote on my dads head for some reason because he came home with marks on his head. She was trying not to laugh at me but she did! She replied that no they didn't write on him. I call my dad on my way back over and ask him the usual questions like, how are you feeling, do you need anything. I ask him about the markings my mom says he has. He says he doesn't know what it is. He fell a few days ago and i asked if he was sure he didn't hit his head. He says no, so now I'm eager to get there. When I arrive I go for his head first and immediately say they are veins, purple veins that I have never noticed. I text Vanessa who is a PA and goes to my church. I'm questioning her and explaining and she says well if they are veins that were not there yesterday than its not normal. I tell her man I have never noticed them. She goes on to say ask him how he feels and just keep a close eye on him. So the next day I go to work worried but I know the nurse goes to see him that day. I get there after work and he says, "Mama ya se lo que es en mi cavesa," he tells me that he let the nurse know i was worried cuz he had purple veins on his head. She examines him and says its ink!!!! I was so sure they were veins. Then he remembers for her but not for me, and goes on to tell her ohhh look I been scratching my head with this pen!! Can you believe that?!!! I'm such an idiot! He does it for her the way he scratches himself and she says yup that's it. He had been writing all over his head with a pen and I was freakin out for nothing! But boy did we laugh and laugh about it. I will remember these moments and cherish them forever.

Forwards

Alot of us cant stand dumb forwards and boy do they irritate me sometimes, especially when they have what almost seem as threats at the end. Well I received one today and it is sad if it is true but it really touched my heart so I wanted to share it. It has a really great moral to it and I was not irritated when i received it, instead I was glad.

While a man was polishing his new car, his 4 yr old son picked up a stone and scratched lines on the side of the car. In anger, the man took the child's hand and hit it many times; not realizing he was using a wrench. At the hospital, the child lost all his fingers due to multiple fractures. When the child saw his father......with painful eyes he asked, 'Dad when will my fingers grow back?' The man was so hurt and speechless; he went back to his car and kicked it a lot of times. Devastated by his own actions......sitting in front of that car he looked at the scratches; the child had written 'LOVE YOU DAD'. The next day that man committed suicide. . . . . . . . . . . . . .
Anger and Love have no limits; choose the latter to have a beautiful, lovely life..... Things are to be used and people are to be loved, But the problem in today's world is that, People are used and things are loved... let's be careful to keep this thought in mind : Things are to be used, but People are to be loved ... Be yourself....This is the only day we HAVE. Have a nice day Best regards Watch your thoughts; they become words. Watch your words; they become actions.. Watch your actions; they become habits. Watch your habits they become character; Watch your character; it becomes your destiny. I'm glad a friend forwarded this to me as a reminder. God bless you; I hope you are having a wonderful day! If you don't pass this on to anybody, nothing bad will happen; if you do, you will have ministered to someone. The Will of God will never take you to where the Grace of God will not PROTECT you.... Stay FAITHFUL and Be GRATEFUL

Laughing and Crying

Some things are just uncontrollable for me. There are two things, one of which you all are well aware of. For the life of me I am not able to control laughter when someone falls down. I have pretty much always been like this. The earliest memory I have involves my mom. I was sooo attached to her, pretty much till I was all grown up. Always waiting on her to come to bed or to finish cooking and cleaning so she could play with me. The earliest recollection of laughter getting the best of me, would have to be waiting for her, staring out the window as it rained. See as soon as it started raining my mom would make a run for it outside to gather the clothes from the line. Well I have this memory of her running with the laundry in her arms and "tas" as soon as she reached the concrete she fell, butt first. I laughed and laughed for what seemed forever, cuz I remember telling my dad when he came home for lunch and boy did I even make him laugh. So I have this uncontrollable laughter, but I also have this uncontrollable crying.
I can't say that this second one is any better or worse, but its the total opposite. As well I am not able to control it for the life of me. I cry when I see a pregnant girl or a mom with her baby. I cry when I hear a baby's cry. Something happened today and it was like God was telling me you can handle this, I wouldn't put you through it if you couldn't. I was at my desk and this co-worker of mine comes over to me and tells me that she has something to tell me. She tells me that she is pregnant, and I instantly give her a huge hug, but I start crying. I can't control it, I tried assuring her that I was happy for her which I am, but part of me feels sad too. I sat at my desk talking to God and telling Him that I don't like getting like this, that I feel bad. But not even a half hour later I go to the restroom and my boss is in there. She has to be my closest friend here. Well she tells me, Lucy I have something to tell you. Yup I'm not even kidding she tells me that she is pregnant. I hugged her so tight and told her how happy I was and of course started crying again. I didn't want to come up from the hug, because I didn't want her to see my face. See this might be so uncontrollable for me, buts its me. Maybe some day I will stop laughing at people, and maybe some day I will stop crying at the thought of a baby. The truth is that I hope that day never comes because I love to laugh almost as much as I love to cry.

BOO

If I was missed, well I'm sorry. I don't really have any sort of great excuse, nor have I been particularly busy. Work is the same, boring as always, but I thank God for blessing me with the ability to work and with a job. I should be starting school next Monday, I'm pretty excited. I really want to finish up already. The truth is that I think my dad kind of still feels obligated to keep an eye out on me. Of course parents will always feel like that, but what I mean is financially. I always pictured myself paying them back one day, IMAGINE that! No really I can imagine it, my dad has always been such a hard worker, so I would love to do something nice for him one day, something really special. You know its true that it takes a lot of money to have children. I can literally hear myself now, always asking for things and 99% of the time him saying yes. All the time he spend taking me here and there for activities I was in, and never being late to pick me up, not once. I was telling him the other day that the building were both of my classes are located is near the bridge. I told him that I was kind of scared being that my classes will end at 10pm. He knows I'm a chicken when it comes to things like that,soooo he offered to come with me and wait. Can you imagine that, me taking my dad to school at my age. I thought he was gonna insist after I said no, but he didn't. Makes me happy though that he would offer, that he still loves me after all my failures. To think that the love he has for me is nothing compared to the love God has for me.

No Workie Yet

Okay so my phone has this cool progam called my closet, its suppose to help me get dressed. Also its suppose to help me remember what I have worn already, that's awesome. So I'm suppose to take pictures of all my clothes one by one. I started to and got bored. Now I have a mess. Ill let you all know how it goes...TBC.

Work

This is what my desk looks like when I have a busy day at work. I get so swamped that I don't know what to work on first. But I like it, days go by faster.

At Golden Corral

Here are the fellas eating. This camera isn't all that great. Ds picture looked better than mine.