Thursday, December 24, 2009

Merry Christmas from the Vujnov Clan!



Greg (old), Linda (not as old as Greg), Maddy (16), Zac (13), Ty (8), Carson (6), and Cali (4)

Sunday, December 20, 2009

Sunday Thoughts

"Your Father knows the things you have need of before you ask Him."

Matthew 6:8

Saturday, December 19, 2009

Junk E-mail

I receive roughly 25 e-mails a day. I'm not that popular.

Lately I have noticed that most of my e-mails are advertisements from companies where I have signed up to receive a rewards card, or some other gimmick that I got talked in to.

Although it is easy to just delete the e-mails, I feel invaded by all of the wordy junk that passes over my computer screen. When I attempt to opt out of receiving the e-mails I am plagued with the "Are you sure?" and "You'll miss out on all of our incredible deals" warnings and then I crumble, and click on "cancel unsubscribe."

Bottom line: I am a wimp. I need to accept all of the junk e-mails since I signed up for them, even if they are annoying.

Friday, December 18, 2009

Check List

Today marks the end of one chapter and the beginning of another. School is ending, and gearing up for Christmas is beginning.

My days have been filled with lists and things needing to get done in the midst of working full time too. I have been feeling very overwhelmed.

Secret Santa gifts for the kids, work party, birthdays, assignments, printing papers, helping with homework, baking cookies, Christmas cards, Christmas photo, garage makeover, dinner, lunches, birthday parties, e-mails, Christmas tree decorating, and the list is lengthy.

Next year, I'm considering pulling the kids out of school a week early and going away for two weeks. Where will we go? To the North Pole. I'm sure Santa could use some help.

Monday, December 14, 2009

Clap Clap!

If you're busy and you know it clap your hands.
If your stressed and you know it clap your hands.
If your busy and you're stressed and you can't post a blog.
Then you're too busy and your stressed clap your hands.

Can I hear an amen?
Please don't give up on me.
I will post again soon, just not right now, too busy and stressed.

Monday, December 7, 2009

Attitude of Gratitude

I’m trying to be more thankful.

I’m trying to be consistently thankful every day and not just on or near the Thanksgiving holiday.

Last week our pastor challenged us to wake up and tell God about five things for which we are thankful, other than the common stuff like family and health. Although I haven’t been consistent with doing this I have made a grand effort. This is a great way for me to start the morning.

In addition to starting our day with thankfulness our pastor also challenged us to be thankful in our situations and not for our situations as a way to defeat Satan. I considered this the other morning, at 4:00 a.m. to be exact, as I was forced to the middle of my bed, paralyzed into a pretzel shape. I had my husband on one side of me and my six year old on the other.

My six year old boy has a bed of his own. His bed is comfortable and warm. His bed has enough room for his body, and more. His bed is in his room. There is nothing wrong with my son’s bed.

Nothing.

For the last few days, between the hours of 3:00 and 5:00 a.m. my son has drug his blanket and pillow into our room and crawled into my side of the bed. He prefers to be spooned until the time comes for my husband and me to get out of bed and begin our day. Spooning for hours hurts. My shoulder and legs cramp and my back muscles slip into knots. Since I am too tired to get out of bed and return my son to his own bed, I lie in one position, awake and frustrated.

This one particular evening was no different, however, this time as I was drifting in and out of sleep while trying to find a comfortable position, I thanked God. I thanked Him for the fact that my boy has the ability to walk to my room, and can crawl up into bed with me and fall asleep. I thanked God for his deep breathing and his full functioning brain. I thanked God for the fact that I can carry him back to his own bed without him throwing fits. After I did this I felt better, not so angry, although my back was still cramping.

The next morning I was tired. I asked him for the third night in a row, why he came into my bed and asked him why he doesn’t stay in his own bed.

“I like to be next to you” and “I just miss you so much” were his two best excuses for waking me up for spooning. Although his sappy excuses were just a cover up to keep me from asking any more questions—I thanked God for that, too.

“Give thanks in all circumstances, for this is God’s will for you in Christ Jesus.”
1 Thessalonians 5:18

Sunday, December 6, 2009

Sunday Thoughts

"Let someone else praise you, not your own mouth; an outsider, and not your own lips."

Proverbs 27:2

Saturday, December 5, 2009

A Recent Conversation

The following is a recent text message conversation with my thirteen year old son:

Setting: The mall. He is on a field trip with his school, his CHRISTIAN school. He is with some other boys in one of the mall shops.

Zac: Can i get a wristband that says i heart boobies...all the monny gos to breast cancer

Me: Not. A. Chance!

At least he asked first.

Thursday, December 3, 2009

Sub-Par Parent

So, I have blown it not once but twice. Not twice in one month, but twice in one week, and twice in two days, if I am being completely honest, which I am.

My parent badge was removed today. I am officially on detention until tomorrow.

Mistake number one:
A few weeks ago we were notified, via my mother having a conversation with the second grade teacher, that our 2nd grader was going to get an award in chapel. Wednesday came around, chapel day, and I realized that because of a staff Christmas party, I would not be able to attend chapel, and whistle like a trucker when my son got his award. I solicited help from my mother who was happy to attend chapel, sit with our boy, and clap more loudly than any parent in attendance.

I never told my husband about the chapel happenings because when I asked him what he was doing, he told me that he was going to L.A. and I knew that he would not be available.

Our son received the "Peace" character award. Awesome. My husband wondered why I never told him to attend chapel. I told him that since my mom was going, and he wasn't going to be close, it was fine. It was not. My mom said that our son ran up on stage, and she teared up. We should have been there.

Mistake number two:
Our oldest boy just finished the flag football season at school. He played quarterback and although they lost more games than they won, he had a great experience. The awards assembly was today, at 2:15. After asking our son numerous times if he wanted us to attend, he said "no" and insisted that all of the awards would be given to the 8th graders since this is their last year. "Are you sure you don't think that we need to be there?" we questioned more than once. "I'm sure."

We were fairly confident that we really didn't need to be there especially since the coach himself said that it was going to be low key and no awards would be given, however, he told us that two weeks ago. Evidently his plans changed.

We should have been there. Not only did our son get an award, but he got the MVP award. How did I find out? My girlfriend texted my from the assembly to tell me all of the nice things that were said. Our boy had no family representation. None. There was no one to whistle like a trucker or "whoo hoo" like a construction worker. He was all alone.

My husband and I felt terrible, beyond terrible, especially since both of us could have made plans to attend.

I am a sub-par parent only for the time being. I made up for my lack of support by cooking three different dinners the boys love, bacon and eggs, chili, and pasta with peas and bacon. That should at least count for something.

I will not miss the next awards assembly.
I will not miss the next awards assembly.
I will not miss the next awards assembly.

Wednesday, December 2, 2009

I Love Skating



Wearing my very best roller derby gear, our team/staff participated in a very non-traditional Christmas party.

It was the most fun ever.

I Love skating.

Tuesday, December 1, 2009

Christmas Cards

I got my first Christmas card today, from the same person that always sends it first. Grr.

Christmas cards? Oh yea. That would require getting everyone coiffed and clean for a fabulous photo some time between now, and oh, the 15th. Just another thing I need to plan, soon. As if I've got nothing else going on at the moment, but then again, Christmas always comes at the same time every year. I just happen to be a procrastinate planner.

Can you sense the bitter?