Monday, April 21, 2008

Here's to the support of Bras, Backs and Friends!

There are a lot of things I take for granted that give me support. One of them is my bra. Our bra is the most important thing we wear because more than any article of defies gravity and makes us look halfway decent. (whether you have them long, small, fat, skinny). The bra doesn't demand a lot of attention unless you are wearing a flashy one to be sexy or if your back fat is out of control and you feel it cutting into your skin. (not fun, been there, doing that!) Another thing that supports us but we overlook it's service is, our back. I have a husband who needs a daily back crack cuz his has decided not to work. So, I sit on his back everyday and push down on his back as he breaths in then out and then try for that "CRACK". The more cracks, the more accomplished I feel that day. I know it is a silly way to judge my accomplishements but when that is all I feel I was a success at that day...I take what I can! My back is hurting now. My lower back nerve (siatic..sp?) is killing me and I feel like I could just jam it into a post, and then it would feel better. Or, if someone could pull my leg out and it would snap and...aahhh, relief. But, no, I must endure this torcher so that I can appreciate this little baby coming...the sacrifice. I must remember that this is all so that I may love him enough. (ugh). So, I mention these, but the support that I feel most appreciative right now is friends. This Sunday at church I was doubting whether I would ever make it out alive with my children. Actually I wanted to be anywhere where my children were not. ( I know it sounds bad...but this blog is not about sounding good... it is me, and if you start thinking less of me for it, then you might want to find a more positive blog to read.) I was amazed at the amount of "supporters" I have in my ward. Men, women, children.... I was encouraged to "hang in there" by so many and felt love from all of them. From a look to words of was there. I felt it today aswell. A good friend told me today that she had anticipated our friendship when she had just moved here, and had recieved a spiritual witness that I would be in her life. This really touched me. I feel the Lord is very aware of each of us and he sends his "angels" which come disguised as friends to love us and support us in our life. I am so thankful for this. Without this divine support of my friends, I believe, I would be the saddest loser and would have no hope to go forward. So, this is my message. Friends are good. I love all of you, my friends. Thanks for taking the time to read my silly thoughts...and supporting me, even when I am just venting off some feelings. Tell me what you need, want...etc..and I am there for you. I owe you all so much. (Got a little mushy there) Till next time--and give thanks for your bra, your back and most of all...your friends. --Ana.



    The googies are coming, the old people say,
    To buy little children and take them away.
    Fifty cents for fat ones,
    Twenty cents for lean ones,
    Fifteen cents for dirty ones,
    Thirty cents for clean ones,
    A nickel each for mean ones.

    The googies are coming, and maybe tonight,
    To buy little children and lock them up tight.
    Eighty cents for husky ones,
    Quarter for the weak ones,
    Penny each for noisy ones,
    A dollar for the meek ones.

    Forty cents for happy ones,
    Eleven cents for sad ones.
    And, kiddies, when they come to buy,
    It won't do you any good to cry.
    But - just between yourself and I -
    They never buy the bad ones!

    -Shel Silverstein

    Crap, looks like we are out of luck.

    I am on a Shel Silverstein kick. Probably because he can say it better. Sorry if it gets long.
    I also think God has a sense of humor. I was remembering last night and would you believe it if I told you that on that day I was going home early to frost a very maddening and funny looking birthday cake.

  2. Ana, my darling...
    hummm... bras and kids.. yeah, that's a day when there has been not enough excitement, or wahhhy too much.. I continue to bow down to your ability to herd 4 (nearly 5) children anywhere, (especially church) (you can borrow my Oscar dog, the Australian Kelpie..he loves to herd, especially kids.. there are so many levels there, I'm so proud of that!) Not to worry, in another 20 years you get to sit back and laugh your bum off at your children doing this (I comfort myself with this thought at bedtime everynight.. REALLY EVERYNIGHT!) Thank you for the mushy friend thingy.. and in response this friend will take this moment to remind you that there is a real, live, talented, brilliant woman there taking care of those children and she has her own interests and ablilities outside of child rearing.. (just don't tell my children this about me, they'd never believe it anyway)
    Anyway, if you can't bitch to your blog, and the people who love you, and it, where and who can you to? chelle