Rough Stone Rolling

The prophet Joseph Smith said that he felt worn and shaped like a rough stone rolling, with all the rough edges knocked off of him.  I feel like that a lot – like a rock in a tumbler, with no control over who/what I hit in the process or where I will rebound.  How strange and funny that we feel worn smooth or thin (like butter spread over too much bread), when the world sees us as harder and more solid.  Though we feel worn smooth, we also feel less like the child full of wonder who actually found smooth stones quite remarkable…

Life in Color With Closed Captions

“How do you do it?”

There is a unusual level of dysfunction that my family lives with on a daily basis.  We all realize that this is not ‘normal’ for most people, not even most blind or deaf people and their family.  For us it has become ‘normal’ even if it is not comfortable.  The children are well adjusted to it, still able to communicate with their friends while communicating with their step-father in the best ways to be understood.  There are still miscommunications.  There are still problems that can’t be fixed with a light rope in the hall, clean hallways and regular oil changes.  Some things are still unbearably difficult, but somehow, we make it through.

Family and friends have been an invaluable resource as have charity, welfare and church.  They are all a regular part of our ‘normal’ life.  They all lift us up when we feel we are drowning.  And we try to be a blessing to all of them in return by serving and returning support.

It is a hard, long, difficult road, with many moments of sorrow and frustration, but just as many miracles and sufficient moments of joy.  Sometimes the joy seems fleeting and as hard as we try to hold onto it, it slips like sand through our fingers and we hit the next obstacle.  We struggle, and we endure.

Here is where we share the moments of joy, so we can look back and giggle, smile and remember.  There are many more moments of frustration ahead.  Sometimes we feel overwhelmed by it, and then a friend appears and we are, as CS Lewis said: Interrupted by Joy.  Thank you for being a part of it.

Born to Be Wild…

The Hobbit: *sigh* they are probably going to ban bath salts because of retards snorting them or whatnot.
Me: they’ll just make it a behind the counter purchase like your asthma pills
The Hobbit: Man on bath salts impersonates chicken, lands in jail : Knoxville News Sentinel: that’s some good shit, man! Makes you impersonate a chicken!
Me: lol
Me: born to be wild! Or at least free range…
The Hobbit: hahaha

Hobbit Fables #1

My husband and I were talking about the kids and their incessant whining this morning–mom is so evil! She makes me do dishes!–when the Hobbit came up with this lovely Fable that reflects our lives:

 

A dad had kids who refused to eat end pieces of bread. So he told his kids: “Hey, kids, the end pieces are like rolls. You like rolls, so you shouldn’t have a problem with the end pieces of bread.” So the kids quit eating rolls.

 

Prologue from Raging Bull

For those of you that helped me with this novella, there’s a sneak peak up at my artists/authors blog:

via Prologue from Raging Bull.

Feel free to repost and reblog!!!

Not All Spanish Speakers Understand ASL

The big problem I now have with Spanish is that I’m so used to hearing it along with ASL (because our deaf friends from the LDS Deaf Branch we attend are mostly Mexican and speak Spanish while signing in ASL) that when I try to explain myself to someone who speaks Spanish (primarily) I end up signing to them as if they also understand ASL, so they’ll understand me better.

I did it again today.  The tree guy came to give us an estimate on our trimming.  And as I was trying to explain our other needs and wants, he gave me the ‘look’ that says “I’m not quite understanding you.”  So what did I do? I started signing.

It only took me a moment (and his odd look at me) to realize what I was doing, and speak what little Spanish I can remember (I grew up around Spanish speakers in my extended family) to clarify.  It’s such a habit now, I find myself doing it all the time, without even realizing it.

 

Jedi Mind Tricks – Magiking Your Husband Away

Today my husband and I went on reconnaissance to Sam’s Club. We do this to refill the freezer and the emergency kits. Inevitably, the Hobbit needs to be fed–It’s way past second breakfast–so we usually pick up a hotdog combo. My hobbit was munching his grundage while we were shopping. It was just a small trip (under 200 dollars) but drinking 32 ounces of Dr. Pepper will make a hobbit need to find relief. He toddled off to use the hobbits room while I checked out. He just got back when my cashier was finishing up our purchase. I handed the Hobbit his Dr. Pepper cup and fingerspelled “refill” to him. He, of course, was happy to have another 32 ounces of liquid energy, so he went right off to refill his cup.

I heard “OH!” from my checker and turned to him. He laughed and said “That was funny.”

“What?” I asked.

“Your husband came up, you waved your hand and he totally turned right back around like you had waved him off.”

“Oh, he’s deaf, I was just fingerspelling to him to get a refill.” I said.

“Yeah, I finally got that, but at first it was like you had just waved him back to where he came from without even speaking and he didn’t even speak back. It was like you telepathically said ‘go over there’ and he just did.”

“Heh. Jedi Mind Trick.” I said and went to reclaim my Hobbit.

I explained this all to him and he laughed while I waved my hand in front of his face. “Jedi Mind Trick,” I signed to him. He laughed again and again and again as he kept thinking of the adventure I just had.

My life is truly full of magic.