Category Archives: Construction
Be Leaking
I am positive I could glean many water metaphors especially in light that God is our living water. But really I am just overwhelmed.
It is never good when you see and hear this coming out of your driveway.
And it really isn’t good when you see all these vehicles pull up – vacuum truck, digger, equipment truck, supervisor truck and even the dump truck waiting down the road.
But our boys love this – monster wheels on the digger, the huge vacuum truck, the biiiig hole, shovels and cool city worker costumes.
Happy labour day and thanks to these city workers for fixing our leak.
Here’s our own construction worker on his way to work.
Be Conscious Of The Stuff You Keep
“Dude!” Said in my very best surfer voice.
Last week we moved into a house that had been a family’s home for over forty-five years. The gentlemen of the home was very handy but also a bit of a pack rat. Before we moved in they hired a junk disposal company to clean out the unfinished basement. The company spent two and half days clearing about the basement.
After we gained possession of the house, we took at least ten trailer loads to the dump.
Today, Sexy Neck spent the morning cleaning out the pool pump house room. Woah!
So, should I keep those old yearbooks? How about those old volleyball jerseys and my paintings from preschool? Do my boys want to deal with all my “stuff” one day?
And what is this contraption Sexy Neck found? Seriously! Dude!
Be A Home Depot Kid Constructor
We went to the hardware store to look at toilets and we ended up with a great activity for the boys.
They got to participate in a FREE kids program constructing a car. Not only did they get to hammer away, they got a free Home Depot apron, hard hat, ruler, pencil and a car that they had put together themselves.
Here are my proud boys.
Afterwards, my oldest even showed the youngest how to put together his car. Mommy couldn’t manage all three boys with hammers, so the two big boys made their cars while baby OC got lost in the ride’m lawn mower cage. Yes, I did have my first screaming mommy with a lost child moment.
Learning in action! Hammer, hammer, hammer.
Happy Summer!
Be Loving People, Use Things
I used to drive by this church every day. The quotes they put on their front billboard always fascinate me.
This quote made me want to weep.
When I first saw this sign I felt incredibly sad. I was in a place of feeling like a discarded “thing”. As we are moving, certain friends have fallen away. See this blog.
Two weeks later, I saw this quote with new eyes. It made me want to cry tears of joy.
God had placed me with an incredible group of Christian women in a boot camp/bible study ran by our good friend “Bam” of HappyFitMe.
These women gave me hope as they shared of themselves, their healing, their love of God and their struggles. Jesus’ loved poured out of each of them every time we were together. The words were honest. The actions were truthful. They gave everything they had in our workouts at the playground, on the field, in the gym and in the pool. It was incredible.
And now as our family moves down the lake into our new house, I have hope.
Hope that God will prosper me. Hope that God does have a plan for my life. Hope that the friends He will surround me with will be like these boot camp women and all the women that have walked/ran with me during this very difficult transition. 
Be Adding Stairs
Be Carrying Your Own Paintbrush
My parents have painted every single house I have owned. YUP, all three! They even bring their own paint brushes. How do you ever thank someone for their love shown through sweat equity?
PS. Doesn’t my mom’s Kohlrabi freshly picked and sitting beside the sink look incredible?
Be Celebrating Father’s Day
“The carpenter’s hammer goes rap, rap, rap and the saw goes see saw see.”
Do you know this Kindermusik song?
This song epitomized our Father’s Day. It was absolutely wonderful for the boys and Sexy Neck to work together on a few projects. Our oldest, JC, wanted to make a bike rack for the new house. The boys got dada a fire pit for the backyard so that we could roast marshmallows.
We also cooked muffin tin eggs for dada, I think this is something my boys could attempt on their own next year for father’s day – bread, ham, uncooked scrambled egg and shredded cheese in a muffin tin. Pop it into a 350 degree oven for 15 to 20 minutes and viola, lunch for dada.
We also went down to “Purple Park” for a play hang on the new playground and some time at the beach.
As I watched all the children and their father’s coming to the beach, I wondered:
Is Father’s Day really another Mother’s Day?
"Be" ENOUGH 