Thursday, February 26, 2009

Shoot Me an Email

I'm putting together an email list of runners so we can encourage one another, share great places in town to run, let each other know when we're running in case we need a friend to run with us...you know...fun stuff like that. This is the kind of information I'd rather not let people know on my blog so no one kidnaps my children. It would be a shame for me to have to kill someone.

If you haven't told me you're running, you'll miss out on these great conversations!

Tuesday, February 24, 2009

Running this Race


Jenn is partnering with ASC, a Christian organization on campus, to host a 5K/10K run on April 18. The money raised will go to Compassion's Child Survival Program. Please go read about this organization. You will be touched and inspired.

Jenn's parents do the most beautiful thing for their kids during Christmas. They give each of the Seay siblings $50 and ask them to use that money to MAKE money for Compassion.

How incredible is that? I know Jenn will write more about the race, about why she's doing it, so stay tuned.

Our family will be running this race in April. Details will be coming soon. We are excited to be a part of raising money for Compassion. What a privilege to join in with what they are doing to bring love, medicine, education, the gospel, and justice to these children in need.

You can either run a 5K or a 10K so this will be a great race for beginners and for running pros.

And guess what...

I really want you to run with us.

Yep. I do.

So many of you have said, "Heather...I want to run. I never have, but I want to run. If you can start out as a non-runner and learn to run, I know I can too...I'm just afraid, and still doubt I can do this."

Well girl...here's your chance to do something amazing you never thought was possible.

Is your heart pounding?

I haven't run consistently since school began.

I just couldn't.

But now, my life and my baby are to the point where I can again.

I started yesterday.

When I quit running, I had gone from being a non-runner...as in could not run hardly at all, (no more than one or two minutes at a time when I started) to being someone who ran 2-3 miles twice a week and 3-4 miles once a week.

That's incredible.

Yesterday, I went back to being someone who can only run 5-7 minutes at a time.

It would have been easy to get discouraged...but I know better. I can do this. I will improve. I will reach those goals that used to be easy for me.

It's going to take work and determination, but I've already seen myself do what I once thought was an impossibility. It will come again.

I want that for you.

I want us to run and train together (that doesn't mean we have to run at the same time and same place, but we can be training together, checking on each other and encouraging one another).

I want you to do something you never thought could be possible.

And could we be doing this for a better cause?

Who's in?

Monday, February 23, 2009

Maggie


Aaron got a GPS thing for the car for Christmas (thanks Will!).

The tale of our car troubles just can't be told without writing about the element of the GPS on that dreadful day.

You can't fully appreciate this story without understanding that there was a robotic voice in our car, telling Aaron what to do, during our trip.

I love hearing Aaron make fun of himself about his driving.

He's a genius.

He's brilliant.

He's freaky gifted musically.

He's the smartest person I know.

But like most gifted people, he has quirks...and one of them deals with his driving.

I used to joke that in order for us to go anywhere, we first had to drive to the church.

When Aaron gets in the car, he MUST, and I mean MUST have the exact, perfect music playing as he rolls out of our driveway.

Music is a big deal in Aaron's life, and even if he's driving from our house to the nearest gas station, there must be music...good, loud, perfect music for such a trip. If you don't think there's "going to the gas station music" you're wrong. You could probably ask Aaron right now and he could tell you 10 songs you should have playing if you're driving to fill up your car. "Gas station" may even be a category on his ipod.

Once that music begins playing, Aaron's brain sort of goes on auto-pilot.

He gets lost in the music I think, and that's why, if I'm with him, and I'm not paying attention I will look up and realize we're on our way to the church (the place Aaron has gone almost every day for the past decade) when we really need to be heading towards Dallas.

It's just so normal now, I hardly acknowledge it.

Aaron laughs at himself, and admits, if he's not thinking hard about where he's going once he leaves our driveway, he'll find himself on the way to the church, when he's supposed to be on his way to HEB on the other side of town.

See why this GPS could be a good thing?

You would think.

On the way to San Antonio, I heard this poor GPS robot lady, respectfully reminding my husband when to turn, when to stop and when to get over.

I also watched my husband totally ignore her. One time, she told him to turn left and Aaron said, "No" and kept on driving.

I said, "She told you to turn left."

"I'm not turning left. That's not the fastest way. She's wrong."

Lots of things went through my mind as we drove to San Antonio. That's one of the reasons I hate road trips...I have too much time to think, and usually try to convince Aaron we need to move to California, or Austin, or start a Wildlife Ranch if we're in the car more than thirty minutes. Not on the road, I don't even like animals or nature, so I've decided that the car, for me, must be like the matrix or something...when I get in it, reality skews.

One of the things I was thinking was how nice this GPS lady was to Aaron.

No matter how many times he totally ignored her, or went the exact opposite way she suggested, she would just gently say, in the nicest, slightly creepy robotic voice..."as soon as you can...make a legal u-turn."

It got me to thinking...what if I was as nice to Aaron as his GPS lady? No matter what he did, or how he treated her, the GPS girl remained under control. When Aaron missed the turns, I on the other hand, would sit there and wish I could instantly turn into a lion in the front seat...like Beast Boy on Teen Titans. How great would it feel, when you're frustrated, to just be able to let out a really loud roar...a blood stopping, window shaking roar? I think that would feel so good. I sat there imagining roaring, really loud, out of nowhere...Aaron's face would look super funny and surprised...and then I imagined turning back into the wife again, smiling at my husband, and going back to thinking through what the employees at our Wildlife Ranch should wear.

Aaron named his GPS lady, Maggie. It's a Magellan brand GPS thing, but it has a girl's voice on it, so Maggie is her name.

When Aaron would miss his turn, I'd want to bang my head on the dashboard and say, "Just let me drive."

Not really.

I hate driving.

I would really start thinking how cool it would be if we could own a magic carpet...but sometimes, I just don't want you to know exactly what I think. "Let me drive" sounds so much more normal than "I wish we had a magic carpet."

But Maggie...she never lost her cool, or wished for an enchanted rug.

She's so nice.

She would just pause and then say, "Recalculating route."

I was feeling a little bad.

Why is Maggie so nice, and I want to turn into a lion and roar at my husband?

How sad and embarrassing would it be for our community to find out one day that Aaron left his wife and ran off with his nice GPS lady?

Pretty sad.

Pretty sad.

I'm imagining right now the talk show stage filled with men saying, "I love my GPS lady. She's nice. She never yells. And my wife...she's mean...she scares me." Then some cute guy on the stage, would yell out, "And my wife turns into a lion. A LION!!"

Instead of getting frustrated when Aaron forgets something, why not just pause and say, "Recalculating my day..."

Maggie was always on in the car while we were driving.

After she taught me a great lesson about being more respectful, patient and loving to my husband, she soon became the butt of lots of jokes in the front seat while we were in San Antonio.

Our favorite saying Maggie has...

"Keep to the left followed by a keep to the right."

We wrote raps using Maggie-isms.

They should be recorded.

They are that good.

A couple days into our San Antonio adventure, Aaron decided Maggie is too nice.

"She's never funny and doesn't makes fun of you, even though she really should."

Aaron thinks Maggie is too polite and a push over.

In that moment, I knew Maggie would never get my man. When Aaron wasn't looking, I cocked my head and gave Maggie the "ya lose, girl" look.

We think you should be able to buy a GPS version that's not so nice...just for fun. Aaron would go buy TOMORROW a GPS thing that featured a no-nonsense black girl with a huge dose of attitude. He would love her.

Like a "Naggy Maggie" version.

When Aaron totally disobeyed her, he thinks she should have yelled at him, "I said turn ya moron. Now we have to drive to Austin to turn around...great. Just great."

He thinks once you've ignored Maggie several times in a row, she should say, "I'm turning myself off. Don't even think about turning me back on until you decide you're actually going to do what I say."

We imagined sitting in a mall parking lot, explaining to the kids, "Maggie won't come back on, so we don't know where to go. We're going to have to sit here for a little while. Just watch Kung Fu Panda again. Yes, you can have another juice box. Sorry boys, but Maggie is mad at daddy."

Much laughter happened in the front seat by this wife, listening to Aaron talk to Maggie like she's a real person.

When we were leaving the car dealership on Wednesday, with no new car...without the car we own...in a rental car that we were going to have to pay for with our next born child, Maggie tried to make us run our car into a wall.

She did.

We were at a stop light and she told us to turn left.

We looked to our left and saw...

A brick wall.

She wanted us to run our car into a brick wall.

Aaron said, "Maggie...girl! We can't turn left. There's a wall on the left."

I gently touched Aaron's hand and said, "Honey...she knows. She knows what kind of day this has been. Maggie is trying to put us out of our misery."

Thursday, February 19, 2009

What do you do...



What do you do when your car breaks down in San Antonio on your way home, AFTER you've checked out of your hotel?

Well...

First, we did what I always do.

Go into denial.

I am truly gifted at entering the wonderful world of denial.

If I was lost, and left here after Jesus comes back, I'd be that lady walking around saying, "It's fine.  Everything is going to be fine.  People vanished into thin air?  The world is coming to an end?  That's just not that big of a deal.  We're fine.  Want a smoothie?"

Even though our car was breathing fire, like a dragon, we still were hoping that the car dealership people were actually telling the truth when they said, "We can probably have this fixed for you today."

Let me just mention here, that Aaron and I are both WELL aware that we have an issue in our marriage.

You know how most couples have one person in their marriage who is naturally logical, who thinks through the details, and is ultra responsible?

Well...we don't have one of those people in our marriage.

So in situations like the one yesterday, we know we are set up for disaster when we have to make quick decisions.

Although Aaron is not naturally this person, he has become MORE this person during our marriage, simply because he knows he's ultimately responsible for all the dumbwad things we can get into together...and because he gave up a long time ago thinking I was going to morph into that smart, do your research, don't go with your emotions, never make rash decisions kind of wife.  I'm laughing just typing this.  I would love to be that person.  I try to be that person.  I'm so thankful there are those people.  I just can't be that person.  I wish I could hire one of those people.  If I had money, I would not hire a nanny or a maid.  I would hire a logical person to hang out with me every day.

The dealership man said they could probably have our car ready that day.

Yes, the man's nose was growing as he was talking, but we believed him.

We pulled up to the dealership, they assessed the problem, and then sort of mentioned that we could wait inside the dealership while they fixed our car.

At that point, all the man could see was me...and Aaron.

After he stuck his head in the car, he immediately understood why waiting at the dealership was NOT going to be an option.

He said, "How many kids do you have in there?"

Just four.

Four kids in a dealership for hours.

Doesn't that make you want to laugh?

He quickly offered to call Enterprise for us.

Enterprise came, because "they pick you up."

The Enterprise man walked in the dealership, took a second to look us all over and then said, "They weren't kidding when they said there were a lot of you."

He took us outside, and no joke, they had brought a 15 passenger van to pick us up.

I looked at Aaron and said, "When did we become THAT family?"

We loaded up car seats, snacks, jackets, bags, backpacks, game boys, blankets, juice boxes...you know, the ESSENTIALS you need for ONE day with a bajillion children.

We went to Enterprise, loaded ourselves into a super fly Expedition, and then quickly started to pretend that our life was fine, this is no big deal, let's go have fun and they will call us when our car is ready.  Then we'll go home and sleep in our own beds tonight!

We had promised the boys that on our way home, we had a fun surprise for them.

There was a Wildlife Ranch on our way home.  We knew the boys would explode with excitement when we got there.

Yes, our car was on fire, but we decided we were still taking the boys while we waited for our car to get fixed.

The Wildlife Ranch was a nice distraction.




We had so much fun petting the animals...well, the boys did.  The osteriches scared the mess out of me.  Those animals are weird and look like dinosaurs.  They also move their face in a freaky fast kind of way at you, and I almost climbed in the back of the car to get away.

After we had been on safari a few hours, Aaron decided to check in with the dealership.

"What time is our car going to be ready," he asked.

Friday was the answer.

Friday is not a time.

It's a day.

It's a day two days after the day we were in.

Awesome.

So after we left the world of wildlife and denial, we came up with a new question...

"What do you do when your car breaks down in San Antonio with four children, and your husband needs to get back home for work the next day but your car won't be ready for two days?"

The answer...

You decide, spur of the moment, to buy a different car.

We had to get home!

Lost was coming on.

More to come...


Wednesday, February 18, 2009

What a Joke Wednesday

So...

After posting my What do you do Wednesday post, we left the hotel and headed for home.

Ha ha ha ha HA.

Really, my what do you do Wednesday post should have been...

"What do you do when you are sitting in the McDonald's parking lot and your car, you've NEVER had any problems with BREAKS DOWN with four children in it in a town where you don't live."

Huh?

What do you do?

For those of you who know me and my dislike of McDonalds...(I won't even rent the dollar movies from there because I am SURE watching one will make me fat and give me cancer)...I'll tell you what I did...

I mentally blamed McDonalds all day long for what happened to us.

Somehow, I know it's their fault.  I can't figure out how, but I just know.

I'll let you know, REALLY SOON what you ACTUALLY do when you are "broke down" in a foreign land with four children and have to get home so your husband can go to work (and you are completely out of clothes for your children).

I will write about what happened whenever I get to the point where I can do so without going into hysterical laughter, or saying cuss words in my head.

Right now, I need to get lost in Lost.

What do You do Wednesday



I was thinking the other day...

"What did we do before the internet?"

Remember those days?

I hardly do, and I'm sure the reason is, those memories are troubling. I've blocked them out.

Remember registering for classes at Texas A&M on the PHONE?

College students today have no idea what we went through to get our classes.

Everyone who registered for college on the phone should be granted an honorary doctorate.

Not only did you have to push redial 9 million times, you also had to sit in the same room of your house until your schedule was arranged.

We didn't even own a cordless phone at that time.

Nightmare!

Today for our "What do you do Wednesday", I thought it would be fun to hear from everyone what websites they couldn't live without?

What places on the web save your life, save you time, and save you money?

Share your treasures with us!

Tuesday, February 17, 2009

So Sweet

Kirby sent this to me today.

Made me cry.

The mother of all boys in me wants to bring all those boys home and love em.

Sunday, February 15, 2009

I got bangs!


I did!

I was scared.

But I got over it...

and bought bangs.

They are swoopy side bangs.

I love them.

I haven't had bangs in decades.

And just in case there is any confusion...when I say I got bangs, I mean the things that go on your forehead...not a disease.

When I was in 10th grade, I moved from the gigantic city of Deer Park to the tiny town of Madisonville.

Talk about a change.

Although I loved my new home, there were many, many incidents that happened that now, are quite funny, involving this city girl's lack of knowledge about small town life.

Let's just say that when I hear the Bible talk about how we should be aliens and strangers in this world, I always think back to when I first arrived in Madisonville. I definitely felt like an alien there for the first six months.

Some time after Heather "the new girl" showed up in Madisonville, my friend, Corrie asked me and some of our other friends over for dinner.

She lived on a big ranch.

They had cows in their yard.

But it's not called a yard in Madisonville.

It's called a pasture.

Don't call it a yard...don't even call it a really big yard. People laugh.

Cows in your yard...I mean, pasture was normal there, but very weird to me.

I had never known people who had cows at their house.

This friend's family sat around their huge table...all the students sat around the table...and of course we were all talking.

Someone mentioned something about someone else having to kill a bunch of their cows.

"Why did they have to do that?" I asked.

I was from the city, remember, and I prefered to think that meat just magically showed up at the grocery store. I had never really had to think about how it got there in real life.

I hated that someone killed animals, even though I was sitting there, I'm sure, enjoying my plate of meat in front of me.

I'm telling you, I was a city girl to the "t."

"They had bangs," someone answered.

The whole table just nodded their heads, totally understanding what that meant...and then went on to talk about something else. I was appauled. One minute I was eating dinner with kind country folks. The next moment, I was in the presence of heartless moo cow murderers who thought it was perfectly fine to "off" your cows just because of their hairdo.

Sorry.

I was stuck right here at the "kill cows with bangs" part of the conversation and hardly remember the rest of the evening.

I didn't know if I was going to be able to stay in a town with a bunch of hair racists.

I just sat there silently, and as everyone else ate and talked, I sort of went into my own head. I was staring out the window at the Vick's house at all their cattle roaming around. As the cows were eating grass, I began to imagine all of them growing bangs.

I was so sad that someone killed them just because they grew bangs.

So rude.

I kept thinking, "Gosh...I'd eat a cow that had bangs...I bet they are cuter."

I stared at a cow outside, imaginged it with bangs and decided I was right. Bangs would make cows way cuter. Bangs would sort of draw attention away from the cow's really slobbery mouth that never quit moving. I imagined starting a cow salon, slowly convincing all the cows in all the small towns to get bangs.

I could start a bangs refuge for cows who grew them. I would stop the senseless killing of entire herds of cows with framed foreheads.

Later, I got up the courage to ask Corrie, in private why people kill cows just because they grow bangs.

She laughed at me.

Come to find out, the cows did not grow bangs (as cute as that would be). They had a disease that's called "bangs."

That's how it went when I moved to Madisonville.

I'd hear something super weird. I'd ask a question. I was WAY OFF. People would laugh.

Even though I had only moved two hours away from Houston, you would have thought, in some ways, I had moved to another planet.

I'd go back to that planet tomorrow though, if there was a way for us to do it!

Gotta go look at my bangs!

I can't quit messing with them!

They are so adorably swoopy.

Saturday, February 14, 2009

Happy Valentines Day

I love Valentine's Day.

Well, really...I love candy...and Valentine's Day is all about that stuff.

The boys woke up to a table filled with cards and candy.

They started eating candy before Aaron and I woke up.

Today they get to eat candy all day long.

They don't have to ask if they can have some...or more...Valentines Day is an all you can eat candy buffet.

I kind of watch them all day long to see if it's possible for kids to eat so much candy that they start moving in hyper speed, or throw up, or pass out.

So far, that hasn't happened.

Maybe I should also make it a tradition to schedule a dentist's appointment the week after Valentines Day...and maybe a 5K.

I'll put that on my google calendar for next year.

Wednesday, February 11, 2009

Our Cute Boxes

Before the "Intervention" Kirby's coupon box looked like...

Yes. She would take this into stores.

But now...look how cute she is!

Remember...
we shamelessly stole this sassy idea from Homespun Heart.


Here's my box. I want to hug it.


And Chelsea's...super cute.


I'm SO ready to go to the store.

If you're expecting Sit a Spell to turn into a coupon blog...it's your sad day.

I'll be the FIRST to admit, I have NO IDEA how this coupon stuff works.

I just make Kirby and Chelsea drag me along with them.

Even the check out girl on one of our expeditions looked at Chelsea, pointed to me and said, "I don't think she really understands what's going on here."

We couldn't argue. I think Chelsea just kind of shrugged...and smiled.

Tuesday, February 10, 2009

Real Quick

Does anyone in this town get the Sunday paper, but NOT use the coupons?

Kirby, Chelsea and I spent last Saturday making these super cute coupon boxes.

After we finished, I couldn't stop looking at them. Adorable!

We used the cutest papers and Chelsea used her cute as a button teacher handwriting to write on all of our tabs.

Now we can rip off CVS and Kroger AND look darling doing it.

I'm wondering if I can even get out of the store without making the check out person acknowledge how cute my box is. I'll let you know if I can contain myself. I'm doubting it.

I also told Kirby I would actually be seen in the store with her now that we have these little cute boxes. Has anyone seen Kirby's gladware coupon holder filled with envelopes?

When she whips that thing out at CVS, I act like I don't know her. I quickly turn away from her and pretend to be looking at whatever is on the opposite side of the aisle.

Kirby and I are getting coupons from two sweet ladies from church (thanks Mrs. Kathy and Mrs. Barbara...we love you).

But, we need some for our Chelsea.

If you get the Sunday paper, but throw the coupons away, then we would LOVE to have them.

Monday, February 09, 2009

Dangerous Boy Event

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It's going to be a little hard to write about an event that I did not attend.

So here are some pictures!

Thanks Jimmy, for taking so many! You just earned yourself this job forever!

Good news...

No one got hurt.

Bad news...

Within five minutes of being here, Hayden had most of your sons up in that tall tree in our back yard...yes...the one with the twigs for branches.

I'm sorry.

This time the boys built stilts.

The men in my home are NOT prone to give lots of details.

I asked how it went and got an "I think it went well."

I asked if the boys had fun, and I got a very excited "Yes! Come see me walk on my stilts."

Mark your calendars...

The next Dangerous Boy Event will be on Saturday, March 7.

We don't know the time yet. Once it gets closer, we'll let you know.

Friday, February 06, 2009

Dangerous Boy Event Time

Wow...

Could I be any more confusing?

I've put a different time on every post for the boy event tomorrow.

If you know me personally, this will only add to the jokes about me and time.

Let's just say get here between 10 and 10:30.

K?

My Dangerous Boy



This picture was taken AFTER Hayden had already come down quite a ways.

He was much, much higher when we found him.

This picture was taken AFTER I freaked out, my legs went numb and Aaron made his way to the back yard to catch Hayden if he fell.

This picture was taken AFTER Hayden called to us...

"Mom....Dad....come see me."

He was THRILLED at himself, and really and truly...no lie, thought we were going to be excited about how awesome of a twig climber he is.

Twigs.

Those are twigs my son is standing on top of.

When he does crazy things, the part that is the most bizarre to me, is that he is always excited to show me what he has done.

This started early...

Like the time when he put every single shoe we owned in our house...inside a bathtub filled with water.

"Come see! Our shoes were dirty, and I washed them."

Every shoe.

Not all shoes recover after a bath.

Some just don't make it.

Some days, I will admit that I think I should get paid more to raise him.

Twigs

I just can't get over it.

Thursday, February 05, 2009

You Might Be a Homeschooler


Hayden walks in the house, crying.

"Anson kicked me in my tibia" he says.

Anson makes his way indoors.

"Mom...it was an accident. I didn't see him there. I have already told him I'm sorry."

So I say, "Hayden, did Anson mean to kick you in your tibia?"

"No. It was an accident," he answers.

As the two brothers walk off, I hear Anson say..."It was an accident, Hayden...and I kicked you in your femur, not your tibia."