A few thoughts running through my head last Friday evening when I was getting a massage (to help with my sciatic nerve discomfort, of course).
Here we go again.
It's so nice to just lay here for an hour and do absolutely nothing.
Can't believe I let this woman rub lotion and oil on my face. No one touches my face.
What in the world is with this music?
She keeps asking if I am relaxed..I am relaxed, right?
I love the smell of this lotion/oil stuff.
Is that a recorder in the background...you know like the one we played in 3rd or 4th grade in music?
Her hands and fingers are so strong. I bet I would get cramps in my hands doing this.
My stomach is roaring like a lion so the music is a good cover.
I keep picturing Will Ferrell playing the recorder, wearing a long robe and sitting Indian-style...
My kids aren't yelling at me or each other, awesome.
Okay, I've got to get it together because I am about to bust with this music.
I am starving.
Really, I'm trying to relax. How do I make my muscles relax?
Is this Yani? My mom likes Yani. Wow.
It sure was nice of her to fit me in on a Friday evening, especially when I just called 30 minutes ago.
Come on, Sarah. Think bad thoughts to keep from cracking up.
I sure hope this helps my nerve again.
How does someone record this type of music in a studio and people keep a straight face?
I can't believe that I am getting a second massage.
What I wouldn't give for a little TobyMac or Mandisa in the radio right now.
I love it when she works on my feet.
Are my eyes moving like crazy behind my eyelids or does it look like I'm relaxed and asleep?
I think Jay would enjoy this. Wonder if he would ever come in and get one??
I remember all those times I have tried not to laugh in serious situations and I was dying inside...that's what it feels like right now listening to this "music."
So I dropped Jay off to run & we didn't actually make a plan on where to meet. Hmm.
Oh man, I hope I don't fart.
When she asked if I wanted music, I should've said no, What is this stuff?
I don't know what this is supposed to do, but I sure like it.
I bet people fart all the time.
My mind needs to shut up so I can relax.
I hope the hour isn't up yet.
I sure wish it would rain.
I would even take Elvis at this point.
Would love it if I could take notes, this could be a good blog post.
She hasn't asked if I'm relaxed in a while, wonder if that's because I finally relaxed or she gave up?
Do people really buy these CD's?
Are Jay and Lane outside in the truck waiting on me?
If I went outside right now & stood still for 5 minutes there would be a puddle of oil/lotion at my feet.
I wonder what's for supper.
This CD has to be the longest CD ever recorded...and it all sounds the same.
I can't believe I enjoy massages. I never thought I would like it.
How long can I use the sciatic nerve pain as an excuse to get these massages?
Maybe I can talk Jay into pizza.
Will Ferrell with the recorder, yes, I can just see it.
Dang, it's over.
But so is the music, that's a plus.
Disclaimer...I love the lady that gives me the massages and would encourage everyone in the area to get a massage from her...She really has helped my back...I mean no disrespect to her...maybe just her music :)
Wednesday, August 8, 2012
Tuesday, August 7, 2012
My mind
Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your mind and with all your strength.’ Mark 12:30 (NIV)
And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus. Finally, brothers and sisters, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable—if anything is excellent or praiseworthy—think about such things. Whatever you have learned or received or heard from me, or seen in me—put it into practice. And the God of peace will be with you. Philippians 4:7-9 (NIV)
And no, I'm not losing it completely, but I have trouble with allowing my mind to get away from me. We were just talking in Sunday School class about how we are to love God with all our heart, soul, mind and strength, but our minds get in the way a lot of times. I know mine does and it is so frustrating sometimes.
Last week there was this issue with a particular thing (can you tell I'm trying to be as vague as possible to protect the innocent?) and it ate at me all week. I could not figure out why someone wouldn't give me back this 'thing' that I really needed to perform certain duties. This 'thing' had been mentioned a couple of times, but still was not returned to its natural position. I stewed and stewed over why this 'thing' was being kept from me. Was it intentional? Was it an oversight? Was I doing something wrong? I kept discussing this 'thing' with my friend and we were both trying to figure out what in the world was going on with the 'thing'.
I prayed every day about getting this 'thing' back into my control, how I was going to approach the subject, again, what could be the reason for keeping it from me, etc. Finally, on Friday, after my friend said one of the funniest prayers I have ever heard (especially from a serious prayin' grown woman;), we got an answer. (No surprise there, right?) I asked about the 'thing' and the answer I got was a simple one, and it had absolutely nothing to do with me or my abilities or inabilities. And it would be returning to my possession and control soon.
I had to laugh and so did my friend...we had completely let our minds get carried away with the why's and what if's of the situation...and there was no need. But let me tell you, it was like a dark gloomy cloud lurking overhead all week. It was driving me crazy. Again, all because I let my mind get out of control.
I can think of many times when I have thought or said, "What were they thinking?" It is not hard to see how many people can get carried away with thoughts swirling around in their heads. Maybe thoughts of "You're not good enough," "You'll never be loved," "You're such a disgrace," and I could go on and on. Our mind is a powerful thing. It's not hard to get fixated on statements like that, statements that Satan wants you to believe and surrender to.
In another example of the battle of the mind, how many times have you known with your heart the right thing to do, but your mind took over and instead you did the opposite or didn't do anything at all? I know there have been times when my mind was saying no, I don't want to take on something else, but my heart was saying, yes, this is something God wants you to do...and vice-versa. Sometimes our minds and hearts work against each other instead of in sync with one another.
I told my friend after our little incident with the 'thing' that we (I) must not doubt ourselves anymore. We are good at what we do and we need to believe it. There was no good reason for me to worry and stew and lose energy over the 'thing' and what might or might not be behind keeping it from me a couple days. Ridiculous of me.
We are told in the book of Mark, as noted above, that the most important commandment is that we are to love God with four things. I believe that he breaks it down into those four specific groups because it is important that we love him with EVERYTHING we've got. When we are loving God completely with our heart, mind, soul and strength, it is easier to control our thoughts. Then if we put that verse together with the Philippians scripture up above, and focus on the good stuff, God will give us peace and guard our hearts!
A good reminder for me that somehow I have got to get a handle on my crazy, gets-carried-away-from-me-mind and stay focused on the good stuff.
Monday, August 6, 2012
LKK
There are only a select few of you out there who have any idea of what "LKK" stands for...To many it will look like one L and two K's standing side-by-side; to the few it signifies one of the best weeks of the year: Little Kids Kamp at Brush Creek!
After last year's church camp lice debacle, the first stop upon arriving at camp was a head check. All our group passed with flying colors and I think, all in all, only three were sent home and they may have all returned once their heads were treated. The intent was never to keep kids away from camp, but to keep the nasty critters away!!
We had record numbers this year at camp. I think there were 223 total, staff included. It was a full house to say the least, but amazingly enough, we had almost zero trouble! It was so awesome. Normally there is at least one major ruckus where kids are pulled aside and threatened with being sent home...not this year. Our pastors/speakers did a great job. The teachers were well-prepared and on it. The directors did super, and the kitchen staff (minus a few dishwashers;) were on top of it with delicious meals. And I must say the Rec Team may have been the best ever (haha, I was on that one).
The campground we get to attend is great...nevertheless, since I have been going the past four years, not one year has passed without some sort of water or sewer problem. This year was no exception. Fortunately, it could have been worse and the folks down there worked hard to correct the problem. The bummer was the super-duper Rec team couldn't get a break. We planned swimming/pool events on Tuesday afternoon and what do you know, we couldn't use the pool. Thursday we planned our water day and we had stuff set up for a slip-n-slide and all kinds of fun...at ten minutes to showtime, the hose quit working. No water the rest of the afternoon. Ahh, but because there was a super-duper Rec team, we pulled it off. Ha!
One afternoon during free time, we had the kids watch the movie Courageous in the tabernacle (because the pool was closed and we couldn't use the water). I was so excited because I had never seen the movie, but was terribly afraid the kids would not be able to sit still for the duration. I could not believe it...the kids were great. I think there was just enough action in the movie to keep their attention. Even, Lane, who is only 8 years old, sat right beside me the whole time. He thought it was awesome! Towards the end, kids were getting a tad restless, curious about when it would be over, but all in all, I was tickled with their patience.
A funny there, one of the directors, I'll call Sandra (a real good camp friend of mine from waaay back) came in to ask the Staff to do some extra things (get the kitchen cleaned up because there had been no water after lunch) and I shushed her!! There were only about four minutes left in the movie and it was the scene at the end with the little girl running and the 'bad' guys and the gun, etc...I told her to wait just a few minutes and get out of the way so I could see...haha, she took it well...and as soon as it was over, I responded to her call!
As usual, when the week comes to an end, I (we) are thoroughly exhausted. We really want to sleep in our own beds, take a shower in our own shower and just crash...and we did...for about 18 hours because we had the 4-H fair starting bright and early on Saturday morning.
After last year's church camp lice debacle, the first stop upon arriving at camp was a head check. All our group passed with flying colors and I think, all in all, only three were sent home and they may have all returned once their heads were treated. The intent was never to keep kids away from camp, but to keep the nasty critters away!!
We had record numbers this year at camp. I think there were 223 total, staff included. It was a full house to say the least, but amazingly enough, we had almost zero trouble! It was so awesome. Normally there is at least one major ruckus where kids are pulled aside and threatened with being sent home...not this year. Our pastors/speakers did a great job. The teachers were well-prepared and on it. The directors did super, and the kitchen staff (minus a few dishwashers;) were on top of it with delicious meals. And I must say the Rec Team may have been the best ever (haha, I was on that one).
The campground we get to attend is great...nevertheless, since I have been going the past four years, not one year has passed without some sort of water or sewer problem. This year was no exception. Fortunately, it could have been worse and the folks down there worked hard to correct the problem. The bummer was the super-duper Rec team couldn't get a break. We planned swimming/pool events on Tuesday afternoon and what do you know, we couldn't use the pool. Thursday we planned our water day and we had stuff set up for a slip-n-slide and all kinds of fun...at ten minutes to showtime, the hose quit working. No water the rest of the afternoon. Ahh, but because there was a super-duper Rec team, we pulled it off. Ha!
One afternoon during free time, we had the kids watch the movie Courageous in the tabernacle (because the pool was closed and we couldn't use the water). I was so excited because I had never seen the movie, but was terribly afraid the kids would not be able to sit still for the duration. I could not believe it...the kids were great. I think there was just enough action in the movie to keep their attention. Even, Lane, who is only 8 years old, sat right beside me the whole time. He thought it was awesome! Towards the end, kids were getting a tad restless, curious about when it would be over, but all in all, I was tickled with their patience.
A funny there, one of the directors, I'll call Sandra (a real good camp friend of mine from waaay back) came in to ask the Staff to do some extra things (get the kitchen cleaned up because there had been no water after lunch) and I shushed her!! There were only about four minutes left in the movie and it was the scene at the end with the little girl running and the 'bad' guys and the gun, etc...I told her to wait just a few minutes and get out of the way so I could see...haha, she took it well...and as soon as it was over, I responded to her call!
As usual, when the week comes to an end, I (we) are thoroughly exhausted. We really want to sleep in our own beds, take a shower in our own shower and just crash...and we did...for about 18 hours because we had the 4-H fair starting bright and early on Saturday morning.
Friday, August 3, 2012
Am I sick or is it cold in here?
Here is a Wilhoit funny in the midst of our July madness. One night when we were at home, exhausted from the chaos, we went to bed like usual. I always go to bed with a blanket on top of me...even though I am covered with a flannel sheet (yes, we use them year-round) and a quilt. Normally, we kick the A/C down to about 75 during the night and turn it back up a little during the day when we're not home. I remember turning it down to the usual 75 before bed.
During the night, I kept thinking, man, did I forget to get my blanket? Then I would reach for it, nope, it's there. Jay was somewhat restless too, but we didn't chit-chat about it. I had a moment or two where I thought, good grief, I am getting sick because my head and neck feel funky. I didn't get out of bed, but muddled through the night, somewhat restless.
Come morning, Jay and I both commented on how cold we were, how we wondered if we were getting sick, how the timing would be awful for that, etc. Jay got out of bed and noticed that the A/C was running in the bathroom. How could that be, it was freezing?! He went out and checked the thermostat...66. Someone, Lane Truman, got 'cold' in the night and turned the air condition down. In A/C world, down means up, if you catch my drift. He didn't realize that...and so it was 66 degrees, which is why we were freezing all night long.
We lectured him on this (this winter he turned the heat up to 84 once and it was like a sauna when we got home) and told him he was not to touch the thermostat again. We keep the house on 68 in the wintertime, so it was freezing to me. I had to open the doors and windows to warm the house up, ridiculous, I know.
This past Friday night, Jay was away at his cousin's wedding rehearsal and the kids decided to have a sleepover. We had four extra girls in the house and the kids crashed here, there and everywhere when it was bedtime. (Lane crawled in bed with me, he was the odd man out!) I did sleep all night, but when I got up early Saturday morning to use the restroom, I could not get over how cold it was. I immediately checked the thermostat and found it again on 66. This time Madolyn had gotten hot and turned the A/C 'up' to cool off and forgot. Ahh!
New rule in the Wilhoit house: Children are not allowed to touch the thermostat!
During the night, I kept thinking, man, did I forget to get my blanket? Then I would reach for it, nope, it's there. Jay was somewhat restless too, but we didn't chit-chat about it. I had a moment or two where I thought, good grief, I am getting sick because my head and neck feel funky. I didn't get out of bed, but muddled through the night, somewhat restless.
Come morning, Jay and I both commented on how cold we were, how we wondered if we were getting sick, how the timing would be awful for that, etc. Jay got out of bed and noticed that the A/C was running in the bathroom. How could that be, it was freezing?! He went out and checked the thermostat...66. Someone, Lane Truman, got 'cold' in the night and turned the air condition down. In A/C world, down means up, if you catch my drift. He didn't realize that...and so it was 66 degrees, which is why we were freezing all night long.
We lectured him on this (this winter he turned the heat up to 84 once and it was like a sauna when we got home) and told him he was not to touch the thermostat again. We keep the house on 68 in the wintertime, so it was freezing to me. I had to open the doors and windows to warm the house up, ridiculous, I know.
This past Friday night, Jay was away at his cousin's wedding rehearsal and the kids decided to have a sleepover. We had four extra girls in the house and the kids crashed here, there and everywhere when it was bedtime. (Lane crawled in bed with me, he was the odd man out!) I did sleep all night, but when I got up early Saturday morning to use the restroom, I could not get over how cold it was. I immediately checked the thermostat and found it again on 66. This time Madolyn had gotten hot and turned the A/C 'up' to cool off and forgot. Ahh!
New rule in the Wilhoit house: Children are not allowed to touch the thermostat!
Thursday, August 2, 2012
TYPTYP1
For the past 18 years that mumbo-jumbo has been my nickname and my license plate. People have mispronounced it several times and asked, "What does tip tip mean?" To which I would reply, in my un-sassiest tone possible, "It is a Y, which is a long I sound, TYPE TYPE..." as in typing because that is what I do for a living. My mom came up with it 18 years ago when I purchased my first new car, a 1994 Ford Escort, red, stick-shift. (I loved that little car.) I think the second choice for the plate, if I remember correctly, was YEEHAW. Apparently, no one else in the state had TYPTYP on their plates. Imagine that. It is my regret to announce that TYPTYP1 is retired.
So why did I retire TYPTYP1? I took the plunge and followed in my grandma's footsteps. I traded my Mercury Mountaineer in for a Ford F150 4x4 pickup truck. It was time to give up the family car, which may seem a little strange because we still have our children. Lately I have been using Jay's truck because I was pulling something somewhere that needed a hitch. This past year, we purchased a small used camper and we have a two-horse bumper-pull trailer that we cart our horses around in. We are always hauling something around with us, and if we ever decide to go camping and bring the horses, now we can do it!
I am sure there will be times when I miss the Mountaineer, but I'm feeling pretty good about the truck. I am very comfortable in it and it drives as nice as a car. The drawback was that I could not transfer my passenger car plates to it. So the state will be issuing me some random, run-of-the-mill license plate, and for months no one will wave at me or know where I'm at :)
Maybe next August when it is time to renew the sticker, I'll apply for 1TYPTYP and see what happens. Jay plans to put the TYPTYP1 on the golf cart for now. I will probably hang the other one in my office at work or in the garage or something. It seems like the end of something and it's kind of sad, but I don't know why...it is just a license plate.
It was kind of funny, before the truck-shopping process when people were assessing the Mountaineer, I neglected to vacuum out the back and didn't notice until a day or two ago. I had forgotten that recently the kids and I had hauled alfalfa bales to the horses in my car and it was still a mess. It was a sign...that it was time for a truck. My grandma drove a truck until she was about 92...I am not sure I'll go quite that long but you never know.
I am sure there will be times when I miss the Mountaineer, but I'm feeling pretty good about the truck. I am very comfortable in it and it drives as nice as a car. The drawback was that I could not transfer my passenger car plates to it. So the state will be issuing me some random, run-of-the-mill license plate, and for months no one will wave at me or know where I'm at :)
Maybe next August when it is time to renew the sticker, I'll apply for 1TYPTYP and see what happens. Jay plans to put the TYPTYP1 on the golf cart for now. I will probably hang the other one in my office at work or in the garage or something. It seems like the end of something and it's kind of sad, but I don't know why...it is just a license plate.
It was kind of funny, before the truck-shopping process when people were assessing the Mountaineer, I neglected to vacuum out the back and didn't notice until a day or two ago. I had forgotten that recently the kids and I had hauled alfalfa bales to the horses in my car and it was still a mess. It was a sign...that it was time for a truck. My grandma drove a truck until she was about 92...I am not sure I'll go quite that long but you never know.
Awesome fair week
So recapping a little...the Martinsville Agricultural Fair was awesome. The weather, although not nice to the farmers, was fairly kind to the fair schedule. We had two downpours, which were welcome by all, on Thursday and Saturday evenings. Unfortunately for the older kids, the Scramble had to be cut short because there was lightening, but there was no other choice in the interest of safety. Saturday evening the rain did not stop the Demolition Derby and it did not stop the crowds either. I will say the gate workers and parking attendants were the victims of that night. I admit I was thankful that Jay and I had worked the gate on Friday night or I would've definitely felt shameful passing them in their rain-soaked clothing. (I still felt bad, but not quite as bad, I guess.)
The 5k race/walk that I help organize on the Saturday of fair was a huge success. Our pre-registration numbers were not at all indicative of our race-day attendees. We ran out of bibs and actually had to ask the walkers for their bibs back! I felt awful, but everyone seemed to understand. I was short two medals somehow (who knows), and my registration helpers were on overload, but I think it went pretty well.
Fortunately, for me, there is a team ready to take it over and I am ready todump hand it to them. I took it over six years ago maybe, and never intended to still be an organizer. I am thankful for someone who stepped up and helped me out the past couple years. (I will call her Tara.) She has been a lifesaver. As someone who does not run, unless it is a life or death situation, I don't quite get the whole 5k deal and am looking forward to some experienced runners having their hand in the organization. I will help them and do what I can on race day, but I feel a great sense of relief and I know that Jay does too. (Of course, I take out my anxiety on him!)
Backtracking a week, Elevate went well. It was so blasted hot and people still came. I was in awe of the amount of people that came early and waited in those extreme temperatures. I didn't hear much of Josh Wilson because I was working a gate, but everything I did hear was great. The guys from For King & Country are some of the most down-to-earth fellas I have met. They were very easy-going and super friendly. Seems like there is always one band or singer that sticks out (backstage) as super normal...these guys were it for me this year. (That is not to say the others aren't too, of course.)
The concert, the fair and the 5k could not go on without lots of volunteers. I so appreciate the generosity of others in helping these events work. In a community the size of ours, it's often the same people doing everything. Thank you for not throwing in the towel. My dad and the fair board and directors put in so much of their time in and so many fair goers never realize the stress they endure. Every year I think it will push my dad over the edge and somehow he pulls through (my mom seems to survive it as well). I am sure there are others who walk that line as well, I just don't see them as closely.
So in case you missed the greatest spectacle in small-town fairs, there is my recap!
The 5k race/walk that I help organize on the Saturday of fair was a huge success. Our pre-registration numbers were not at all indicative of our race-day attendees. We ran out of bibs and actually had to ask the walkers for their bibs back! I felt awful, but everyone seemed to understand. I was short two medals somehow (who knows), and my registration helpers were on overload, but I think it went pretty well.
Fortunately, for me, there is a team ready to take it over and I am ready to
Backtracking a week, Elevate went well. It was so blasted hot and people still came. I was in awe of the amount of people that came early and waited in those extreme temperatures. I didn't hear much of Josh Wilson because I was working a gate, but everything I did hear was great. The guys from For King & Country are some of the most down-to-earth fellas I have met. They were very easy-going and super friendly. Seems like there is always one band or singer that sticks out (backstage) as super normal...these guys were it for me this year. (That is not to say the others aren't too, of course.)
The concert, the fair and the 5k could not go on without lots of volunteers. I so appreciate the generosity of others in helping these events work. In a community the size of ours, it's often the same people doing everything. Thank you for not throwing in the towel. My dad and the fair board and directors put in so much of their time in and so many fair goers never realize the stress they endure. Every year I think it will push my dad over the edge and somehow he pulls through (my mom seems to survive it as well). I am sure there are others who walk that line as well, I just don't see them as closely.
So in case you missed the greatest spectacle in small-town fairs, there is my recap!
Wednesday, August 1, 2012
Sarah's got her groove back
Well, not quite...but I got you, didn't I? I have never even seen that movie, How Stella Got her Groove Back, but for some reason this morning when I was getting ready to write, that title popped into my head. If you didn't notice, I kind of fell off the face of the blog-earth for a while there. I warned you though, July was crazy. July is over. Today is August 1 and I am ready to get back to Wilhoit normal.
I will say it right now, I apologize for my post in maybe late March or early April. I believe I put in one somewhere that it would probably not rain all summer. I feared that when we were having such an odd spring, but didn't actually want that to happen. I don't know that I can be blamed for the drought of 2012, but I suppose if it makes someone out there feel better, I'll take one for the team.
I will keep this post short...just know that I'm getting my groove back. But it may take a while. I have missed writing as this is somewhat of a journal or diary for me, but lucky for you, my memory isn't too shabby. Just ask Jay...I can remember all kinds of things...and forget many as well. Hope you all survived July...we did it!!
I will say it right now, I apologize for my post in maybe late March or early April. I believe I put in one somewhere that it would probably not rain all summer. I feared that when we were having such an odd spring, but didn't actually want that to happen. I don't know that I can be blamed for the drought of 2012, but I suppose if it makes someone out there feel better, I'll take one for the team.
I will keep this post short...just know that I'm getting my groove back. But it may take a while. I have missed writing as this is somewhat of a journal or diary for me, but lucky for you, my memory isn't too shabby. Just ask Jay...I can remember all kinds of things...and forget many as well. Hope you all survived July...we did it!!
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