be gentle it's my first time

well, I got this idea from my best friend Lexi. I guess it's suppost to be fun to write about my life to millons of people when no one will probably ever visit my blog. So, I thought, "I'll pretend that my life is so meaningful that some poor soul is going to stumble upon this site and think, 'Wow, this person is so important, i want to know everything about her so I can pattern my life after her'" Probably ain't going to happen. But, anyway, today, I awoke to the stentch of death in my house. After much searching, and some help from my father-in-law, we found that it wasn't a dead rodent of some sort, but rather the area where my husband unthawed some fish and the drippings soaked into the carpet creating the smell of decaying carcus throughout the house. Ah, what a way to start the day. With that crisis devirted, I changed Abbie, my 4 month old, and sent Isaac, my 3 year old with his Papa. Now, maybe I can get some work done, but know the call of the computer must be answered. So, instead of cleaning which is what a good wife and mommy does, I decided to check my e-mail and start blogging. Wow, is this going to be the highlight of my day? Looks like it. Wait, I just remembered, tonight, I get to go to Wal-Mart. Yeah! I've got to get some groceries, but Matt and I have been broke the last couple of weeks, and had to break into Isaac's piggy bank to buy milk. That was a low point. Oh well, isn't it funny how money seems to change your entire mood. When you don't have it, you focus on only negative thoughts like "How are we ever going to survive and whole week without money? We probably are going to starve and have to go to desperate measures to insure the survival of mankind." But then when the paycheck arrives at the bank the next week, your thoughts turn to "Yeah, we can do anything, we have money. Let's go buy Disney World cause we have money! The world is ours!" How sad we humans are, or at least I am. It seems as if when any little hardship falls my way, I forget that my heavenly Father is still there taking care of me and I really don't have anything to worry about in the first place. Lord, forgive my weaknesses, and have mercy on me. Help me to always remember that as Your child, that you will always be there for me. Thank you for knowing my problems even before I do and for handling them better than I ever could. Well, I survived my first blog, check back to see if I can survive the next.