It's Called Real Life, People!

Mrs. Nurse Boy here.

Yep, it's me. Knee deep in real life. No fairy tale going on over here right now. It's Saturday, not Friday. I missed Friday. I didn't even post a Friday Fare. How dare me! Whatever did y'all eat yesterday?!

Us? We ate Stoffer's Chicken Enchiladas. Yep! I said STOFFER'S! They were...uh...etible. Nothing like the recipe that I have posted before that totally rocks. They didn't rock. They simply helped to ward off hunger.

Just touching base with all of my bloggy friends. My grandmother passed away on Wednesday. I believe with all my heart she is sitting up in heaven loving eternity. She was 95 and it was her time.

She forgot who I was years ago. I mourned her loss a long time ago. She wasn't able to celebrate my marriage or the birth of any of my children. Although, I did visit her when I was pregnant with Dimples and she told me I was packing on the pounds. She always had a kind word like that. She WAS always honest. She was never the sweet, comforting person that the word grandma tends to paint. My relationship with her was very different than what you might imagine. That was just who she was. That was my Grandma Mary.

But, we are left with real life down here. Oh, the emotions! The drama! All of the "to dos!" (Which, for me are things as shallow as making sure my family looks groomed and presentable. Who wants to be the cousins that look, well, unkempt? Or, crazy? I know, we have already established that we are the "crazy" ones, but humor me, K?)

So, my bloggy friends, we are in need of some prayer. I could tell you that we need prayer that my 2 year old won't lift up her dress and flash the entire church. Or, scream, "I have to go poopy," during the eulogy. Or, that no one will snap a photo of one of my kids picking their nose. (Then they will have PROOF that we are unkempt and crazy.) I also fear just what my children will say when they see my grandmother laid out in the casket. That always freaks me out, I can only imagine what will be going through their little minds. (Can you tell that I want to be cremated?)

Nope. All of those thoughts are shallow and about ME. None of this is about ME.

My mother and her sister and brothers need prayer. For peace and comfort. For understanding of what everyone is going through and how they are dealing with their own personal loss. The loss of a parent can divide a family. I pray that does not happen.

My father, my brother, and I need prayer as well. We need to be supportive of mom and her needs. We all need wisdom as to what those needs are. And, we need to not make it about ourselves. We just want to be there for her.

So, we are just living out some real life challenges right now. Good times! Hey, we haven't lost our sense of humor. My grandmother is rejoicing, so I am not going to be all bitter through this. I'm going to be looking for the humor this weekend as we celebrate another saint entering the Gates. I hope to be back on Monday to share some randomness with all of you.

I'll let you know if Sweet Pea flashes everyone. I am almost certain she will. Maybe I SHOULD pray about that...

I'm just saying...