Friday, May 29, 2009

What if you could change your past?

Have you ever watched the movie "Meet the Robinsons?" If you haven't, I totally recommend it. Its been a week since I've watched it, and the message of the story is still lingering in my heart.

Its a story about an orphan boy who gets access to a time machine, thereby giving him an opportunity to go back in time and change his past. Like in any movie, the plot thickens and becomes more involved than I can write in a couple of sentences. Nevertheless, the premise of this story really struck some chords in my heart.

What if I had a time machine? What If I could erase any sad story that came my way? As many of you know, my daughter suffered neurological traumas unnecessarily. The things that happened to her could be quickly erased if we would have known what to do way back in the beginning. Or what about my teenage years? The years that brought a lot of pain and scarring in my life. The things that happened to me should have never really happened. What if I could go back and change that?

In "Meet the Robinsons" the main character finally gets a chance to go back to the past and meet his mother as she was about to abandon him. He stood behind her and watched as she put him down on the doorstep of an orphanage. He slowly inched towards his mother, and reached out his arm to touch her back, but then- he simply withdrew. He let his mom ring the doorbell and walk out on his life. He decided to keep his past.

Why? Because its not the things that happen to us that shape us. Its the attitude we take to these opportunities that change our future. Life is not made up of things or events. Life is made up of convictions, decisions and attitudes. I heard a man say "The theme of your heart will determine the story of your life."

Its not really what happened to us that can change us. Its what we do with what happened to us that will forge our future. We cant lay down in self pity and regret as life passes us by. When unfortunate circumstances roll our way we have to decide how we see ourselves. Are we victims of an event that "should have" never happened, or are we conquerors of our circumstances?

There is a popular phrase that says "what doesn't kill you makes you stronger," and for the christians this is absolutely true. The bible says that "all things work for the good of those who love Christ (Romans 8:28)" We can only see our lives from the present state, but God knows exactly how everything will come together to bring about a future full of hope and destiny. The events that happen to us are meant to shape us, not to break us.

So if I could have a time machine for a day, I dont think that I would want to go back and change the past. I am not made up of isolated events. The painful situations that happened have helped me become who I am today! It would be of no use to dream big if my character could not sustain the weight of my destiny.

I really recommend that you rent the movie, if you haven't seen it. Even if you have, try watching it again with this new perspective in mind. If you find yourself in a time of pain and testing, cheer up! You are in the middle of a process that will forge a future that is brighter than you could ever imagine. God's is working on you today!

Tuesday, May 19, 2009

Crazy weekend: Episode 2

Before I begin my story, I just have to make you SICK of the same ol' same ol'.  Its just that Im so excited.  I found an article  (<---click link later) written about me because of my PKU video.  Yay me!!!

So here is my Crazy Weekend Saga

Episode 2:  Stuck in the Mud

I hear a lot of people complaining about it still being cold where they live.  I dont get it.  Here in south Texas, I've been wearing flip flops since February.  Its always scorching hot, and we have longed for a cold, stormy day. 

If only it wouldn't have come on our picnic...

We decided to have a church picnic at a ranch in the middle of nowhere.  Im serious.  Its so far from civilization that we were greeted by vultures munching on deer remains.  I know you're wondering why the heck we would pick that spot, and I actually have an answer for you:

Its somebody else's property.

No, really.  A friend of ours bought the property to build a house and in the meantime, we decided to go out there and break in the land with a cool barbeque and some horse back riding. 

We were having a merry ol' time when in true Texas nature- a storm blew in out of nowhere.  I had to pee too, but I was totally avoiding the outhouse. Especially now.  It began to pour on the tables, the horses and even on the barbeque.  We lingered for a while, hoping that it would die down, but after a little more than an hour, we decided it was probably not going to.  

I hoped and prayed to make it home to use the bathroom, but as we drove down the expressway, we were startled by a loud clanking sound.

I turned to Isaac in a panic, "You think its something bad?" 

"Nah, its nothing" 

He kept his cool.  But I remember that he acted the same way when our truck was stolen off the mall parking lot.



*ring, ring!*


"Hey Honey!  I just bought my shoes... um... listen, you didn't come by to pick up our car by any chance?"

"Me?  Pick up the car at the mall?  No.  Why?"

"oh, no reason.  Really, dont worry."

"Isaac, tell me whats going on!"

"Oh, nothing.  Its nothing at all... I'll see you later, ok?"



So now when he says "its nothing,"  I know its not nothing.  Its something.  I wasn't buying into the fake coolness this time.  The dead give away was when he pulled over on the frontage road.

Knowing something had probably happened, I jumped out of the car to see.


It was a tire.  It had blown out, and now we were going to have to change it in the pouring rain.  Isaac got the jack and the spare and got to work.  I stood next to him and helped him.  My crucial job was bolt keeping.  I was a very good bolt keeper too.  Every time Isaac handed me a bolt, I placed it neatly on the muddy ground. 

After what seemed an eternity, a pizza delivery guy pulled over and asked if we needed any help.  We were grateful that out the dozens of cars that splashed us on the way by, one had the kindness to offer assistance.  Nevertheless, we were almost finished.  We thanked him and he drove off.  Not thirty seconds later, Isaac grabbed the spare and pushed it into place


The whole car leaned sideways.  The jack had busted and was tipping the car!  

"Michelle!  The Bolts! HURRY!"

I handed a mud covered bolt to Isaac, who barked at me for letting them get that way.  

"Help me screw the bolts in!"  he practically shouted in frustration 

Our fingers kept slipping and sliding.  We were up to our ankles in mud.  Our hair was dripping with water, and God only knew how much time we had left to get the tire on.  In a frenzy, we struggled and struggled- but eventually, the bolts were safely screwed on. Isaac had tried to wind the windy thing to get the Jack down, but it was totally busted.  Jammed and stuck under our tipping car.  I cursed myself for letting the pizza boy get away.

"Ok.  Now I need you to drive the car a few inches forward,"  Isaac said "we need to get the car off this Jack."

I stared at him in disbelief. It was a joke, right?  A really bad joke...

Nope.  He was serious.  After much protesting, Isaac finally convinced me that there was no other way.  He would hide behind a column for safety (in case the Jack flew) and would tell me when to stop the car.  With trembling hands I drove the scariest three inches of my life.



It was off!  The Jack was off!  We we're saaaaaaaafe!  And somehow, my bladder still held on, for dignity's sake.  I have peed all over myself before, but that's another story- for another blog.

Monday, May 18, 2009

Crazy weekend: Episode 1

I had a crazy weekend. In no particular order, I will be posting the events that occurred in the form of episodes.  This is EPISODE ONE


I was taking Katy out for a walk in front of the house.  We live in a new neighborhood so there are never any cars driving down the street.  Its nice to just stroll down the street at leisure, and we do it quite often.  During our walks I like to point out some things in nature for Katy to discover.  Some of her favorites are purple wild flowers and extra long blades of grass.  Often, we throw rocks and on a lucky day we even find a frog!

I cant recall what it was that intrigued me so deeply, but I was staring for a good half a minute in total abandon.  I glanced at Katy who was about ten feet away- in her own little world of intrigue.  She crouched and poked and pulled at something down on the floor.  

"How cute,"  I thought.  "She's so absorbed..."

But then I remembered that from time to time there are dead frogs on our street.  I decided to check out the object of her curiosity, just to make sure all was well.  You can imagine my horror as I discovered that she was not playing with flowers or rocks, but a dirty, old, used condom!

AAAAAACK!!!  Gag me with a pitch fork!

In a panic, I began to wipe her fingers with my saliva.  First, I licked my hands and then I tried to wipe away as much as I could.  I continued, washing our hands in my saliva when I realized that I had not planed this through very well.  By the time I realized what I was doing, I had stuck my dirty hands in my mouth three or four times!!!

Whisking Katy up on my shoulders I hurried home for a proper sanitation, spitting all the way home. 

Good thing I dont have neighbors.

Wednesday, May 6, 2009

OMG! OMG! OMG! Im so stuuuuupid! The shame! THe shame!!!

A police officer just left my house. That would be because I called 911 when some "restricted" number called me to yell and cuss at me. The call went sort of like this:


"Mrs. ----- please"

"Mrs. who?"

"Mrs. ----- please"

"If you are looking for Mrs ----, that's not me"

"Yes it sure as hell is, you b!#c! I'm gonna ^!*##))$+@*##@!! (cussing and yelling like Ive never heard before)"

*I hung up*

Then, the phone rang again, but I didn't answer it. Instead, I called 911.

I know. Over dramatic. I know...

But I was in a panic. I didn't know what to do. Every time my husband is away I have a crisis. If you've followed my vlogs, you know Ive dealt with crap and more crap. Its such a common occurrence that I didn't bother to mention that two days ago a scorpion was in my room

yes. Again.

So, for situations I cant talk about, I have some reason to be on the lookout for possible harassers. Its nothing I did, but I cant explain. You just have to trust me.

Even though Im over dramatic.

So, you know who they dispatched to my house? A former POW of the "war on terror." He wasn't trying to brag, when he told me. I'm sure he wouldn't had said anything. But the moment I gave him my date of birth, he just kind of froze- in a daze. When he finally shook off the mental lapse, he apologized and explained why that date was so significant to him. He was taken hostage that day. He was a POW for nearly a month.

in Iraq.

Yes, ladies and gentleman, this American hero was dispatched to my house to deal with my frantic panic over a dumb phone call. It was probably the wrong number anyway.

I Feel Like An Idiot.

I'm sure Officer Edgar has taken care of a few emergencies in his lifetime and I'm positive this was not one of them.

Ugh. I'm gonna crawl into a hole now. See you when I'm 60 and forgetful.