- Blessed are those who are too tired, too busy, or too distracted to spend an hour once a week with their fellow Christians - they are my best workers.
- Blessed are those Christians who wait to be asked and expect to be thanked - I can use them.
- Blessed are the touchy who stop going to church - they are my missionaries.
- Blessed are the troublemakers - they shall be called my children.
- Blessed are the complainers - I'm all ears to them.
- Blessed are those who are bored with the minister's mannerisms and mistakes - for they get nothing out of his homily.
- Blessed is the church member who expects be be invited to his own church - for he is a part of the problem instead of the solution.
- Blessed are those who gossip - for they shall cause strife and divisions that please me.
- Blessed are those who are easily offended - for they will soon get angry and quit.
- Blessed are those who do not give their offering to carry on God's work - for they are my helpers.
- Blessed is he who professes to love God but hates his brother and sister - for he shall be with me forever.
- Blessed are you who, when you read this, think that it is about other people and not yourself - I've got you too!
Tuesday, December 29, 2009
Tuesday, December 22, 2009
In all things and at all times, praise Him.
Monday, December 21, 2009
Pray that one day, before dying, they will be able to reconcile. One day, before Christ makes them do it (because you KNOW He will... and talk about humiliating! That'd be worse than going to the Principal's office.)
We should all take the time to think about people we hold grudges against. Is whatever happened worth being kept out of Heaven? It is hard to tell someone that you are sorry. Especially when you think the other person is to blame. But, wouldn't this season be the perfect time to extend a generous spirit of peace... an olive branch even?
Y'see, wha'ha happened wuz.... a friend of ours, a hunter, gave us a package of wild boar meat. Three packages of wild boar sausage and one package (6) chops. King used one of the packages of sausage at breakfast the other day. It was quite good, very lean. Not too gamey. I have never cooked pork chops, because I'm not a huge fan of pork. But our friend said it was easy, so I gave it a whirl.
The chops were beautiful. However, when they cooked.... my house took on a very very gamey + oily/fry smell. When I went upstairs to go to bed, the really really really gamey, oily/fry smell was up there, too. I could barely sleep. I don't do well with "stank" as I have quite the sensitive nose. (Put it this way, when I was pregnant with number 1, King and I were traveling to Florida and I told King that I smelled water.... half mile later we crossed over a creek.)
Ennyhoo.... long story short, this morning I awoke to find that the smell was still there. It started a cleaning spree... we washed cabinets, ceiling fans, floors, windows, stove top, counter tops. The kids vacuumed and mopped the whole downstairs.
King was planning on making a fruitcake this morning, but his plans were delayed just a wee bit. I just couldn't have him cooking in such a smelly kitchen, y'know?
Now it smells like fruitcake.
Friday, December 18, 2009
Recently, the pair of sewing scissors sort of scratched the bigger of the two and I finally decided I was just "done" with messing with them and I went to get them checked out.
After much anxiety and loss of sleep, just knowing I had skin cancer... they turned out to be a type of wart ('scuse me, I just puked on my keyboard) that people get when they are older. Turns out that my bra was irritating them as well, hence the itching.
The doctor asked if I'd like to have them frozen off. I resisted to use the word "hell", but gave a resounding "YES!"
Zip! Zip! and it was all taken care of. In ONE visit. Whew, Merry Christmas to me!
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
Because I am under the influence of hormones, and feeling rawther bad about my seemingly ever-expanding girth, I was just SURE that someone was lurking in the aisles of the retail giant ready to snap a photo and add me to their list of offenders on their website: The People of Wal Mart.
Thankfully, I think I got away before they saw me.
ps- Express Lane.... 20 items or less...... "Super Speedy Checkout". yeah. sure.
Thursday, December 10, 2009
takes me to a place where there is a chill in the night air.
Pine trees all around, the smell of smoke from a raging camp fire.
I am wrapped in someone's loving arms, drowsily listening to the sounds of laughter.
Lanterns illuminate a card table with the merry Rook players.
You are there.
Next I am carried to the Innsbruck den where we have just played the Beatles "I Want to Hold Your Hand" 45 record for the millionth time. Giving our vocal cords a break, we stop long enough to drink down some world-famous chocolaty goodness.
You are there.
Sadly, I am transported to a memory that I am not so fond of.
My eyes are sore and swollen.
My whole world has been turned upside down.
I have just lost my father.
So many emotions.
I desperately need to be surrounded by people who can reassure me that everything will be ok.
You are there.
The happiest day of my life, I am marrying a man so wonderful that even my dreams could not have imagined anyone so good.
You are there.
Introducing my own children to my family. It is a proud moment to see your own children make people smile.
You are there.
There you are. You are part of my history. You knew me when I didn't know myself. You, along with the other laughing voices who played Rook by bright lanterns, the other people who helped comfort as we had to say goodbye to a loved one, the people who happily shared my wedding day, and the smiling faces of family watching my children play... all helped make up who I am. And who I will become.
Len, in these and so many ways, thank you for being there. Right there.
Wednesday, December 9, 2009
I feel a bit guilty because we've had it so long now.... but I know that friends will understand. I mean, I'd understand if they were so covered over with stuff that they couldn't see the light of day and wanted to get out from underneath at least one responsibility......
I just hope I won't be changing my mind at the last minute like in the book Skipping Christmas (made into a movie called Christmas with the Kranks starring Tim Allen and Jamie Lee Curtis).
Tuesday, December 8, 2009
There is a certain group of people, the Irish Travelers, perhaps you've heard of them. They are notorious for traveling around the East coast scamming people by painting their houses or barns. Getting paid good money to paint with very watered down paint which washes away within a couple of months. To be fair, some are decent, honest folks. Some are not and give a bad name to all. Anyhoo, they usually show up en masse, dressed in their matching Tommy Hilfiger outfits or their Juicy Couture, hair is all the same (big, long, and straight for the younger ones)... and. their. phones.
Tonight, we had just gotten back from receiving communion, and the woman whose phone rang actually answered it!
Monday, December 7, 2009
Wednesday, December 2, 2009
It got me thinking. Why AM I dreading it? I am not afraid of flying. I don't even dread visiting a city I've never been to before (or state for that matter). After much consternation, eye-rolling and growling a la Marge, I think it is that I have so much to do here at home that I think that 4 days/3 nights away is going to set me back further.
Right now, for example, I have 3 baskets of laundry waiting to be folded, 10 items to embroider for the school's Christmas bazaar, 1 jacket to embroider for the daughter of a dear friend, a quilt and an outfit to make for the one-year old son of another friend, two scarves for a third friend, 3 quilts for my sister's girls, not to mention the quilts I want to either finish or make to either keep or sell. We won't even talk about the two big Christmas parties that we host each year which are barreling down the tracks (though I did win an auction for a maid for a day and am planning on cashing that bad boy in the week of the parties). Too many irons in the fire I suppose.
On the bright side, I did actually tell someone "no" yesterday. The guidance counselor at school called to see if we would like to host an exchange student again this year. We were lucky enough (read: spoiled) to have the same young lady two years in a row the past couple of years. Since she won't be returning this year (they have big exams in the 9th year of school) we decided to take the year off.
So back to the Dallas trip. According to my spastic friend who falls down stairs when I mention her name here (tee hee hee) I need to change my attitude or not go. The latter is not an option, so I must adjust the ol' outlook. Easier said than done, my friends. Easier said than done. I do think, however, that once I get on the airplane and no longer have control over whether or not my laundry is folded, I will be able to relax.
Saturday, November 28, 2009
Thursday, November 26, 2009
Wouldn't it be great if there had been a line like that this morning to get inside the doors of church?
Wednesday, November 25, 2009
Monday, November 23, 2009
Ennyhoo, I fell in love with the artwork of two people. One man was a pen and ink artist. His work was beautiful. He adds a tiny bit of color to the piece once the design is finished. I couldn't mentally find a place for his framed artwork in our house and the note cards, though gorgeous, were not practical. The other dude actually won me over as far as I dropped a wad'o money with him. He was a paper artist. Originally from China, his grandfather taught him the art of using an Exacto knife to carefully cut out silhouettes. My favorites were these.
Yes, those are kids trick or treating.
I don't care if it is a jack o'lantern. I think it is beautiful. And I am just eclectic enough to leave it up all year.
The top piece is children standing in line to give St. Nicholas their wish list. The piece on the bottom is a silhouette of a mom tying her daughter's hair bow. Sugar sweetness, n'est pas?
So, my plans are to make this little back hall into the world of silhouettes. I want to try my hand at paper cutting and make silhouettes of my children. There are several online tutorials about it. I can do this. Right?
The thing that brings me close to tears because it will be so wonderful, is the relaxed do-what-you-want pace we are planning. King will be playing golf with a very good friend of his, our #2, and their #1. I will no doubt be sewing something and perhaps will venture out and "save money" by shopping on the most insane retail weekend of the year. But maybe not. I have only "done" the day after Thanksgiving sales once - last year. My partner in crime who talked me into climbing on the roller coaster ride that is Black Friday will be someplace way far away.. I think near where Dorothy and Toto live.
Here is just a handful of things for which we are thankful:
- God's grace
- family whose love is unconditional
- friends (the family you would handpick if you could)
- our health
- the sheer beauty of God's design
May you be abundantly blessed by Him not only this time of year, but always.
Look at the beauty just outside our front door!
Friday, November 20, 2009
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
Now, of course this lends itself to a myriad of funny comments, but just ruminate on it a bit.
I am certainly no teetotaler, and I am in love with the occasional margarita. But, how many of our children are brought up to think that they are the reason mommy and daddy have to tie one on each night?
Moms get together and laugh about how their kids have driven them to drink and then while they're at it, just to keep things fair and balanced, they bitch about their husbands.
Is it just me who thinks this is all pretty sick?
Monday, November 16, 2009
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
- When Jesus met Mary, she was trapped in a dark world of endless nightmares. Shunned by the townspeople, she wandered alone and afraid, unable to enjoy even the simplest pleasures in life. Then Jesus healed her and made it possible for her to enter a world of light and laughter. No wonder she became one of His most devoted followers. I'm sure those who had known her before her miraculous change found it difficult, if not impossible, to recognize her.
- When some of the people at church share their stories with me, I find it very hard to believe that they were once the people they describe. Many people have been completely transformed.
- Only God can accomplish such a miraculous makeover. He can turn sorrow into joy, hideous into beautiful, and mistakes into moments of opportunity.
Monday, November 9, 2009
Car breaks down halfway home.
I am stuck at home, an hour and a half away.
I have a huge event at the high school I am committed to.
I make a few calls.
Two amazing friends and a tow truck come to their rescue.
One takes #s 1, 4, and 5
Two takes King, 2, and 3, plus a friend of 2's.
$800 later, with the car safely in the driveway, I am sitting in awe at some pretty majorly wonderful, awesome people in our lives who, without batting an eye, offer help.
I am stripped down to pure gratitude and thankfulness.
Saturday, November 7, 2009
Me to #2: "Did you take a shower last night?"
#2: "No ma'am."
Me: "Well, better go ahead and take one this morning, since you wore your uniform last night." (When he got to football practice, he discovered it had been cancelled.)
Wednesday, November 4, 2009
For about an hour I was walking around my house, much like a ball in a pinball machine, bouncing off all the things I couldn't do.
When it first went off, my initial thought was: oh, the kids won't be able to watch PBS, let me quickly think of something fun they can do while I get some more housework done (this is my most productive time of the day). They grabbed a book and a refilled juice cup and I went into the kitchen.
Oh, that's good that the washer is finished, I'll switch the laundry. Nope. The washer is actually NOT done, the power is just off. Stupid!
Well, then, I will vacuum. Nope. Power is off.
Hrm... sew the binding on a quilt I am making? Sewing machine won't work, silly.
Dishwasher? Nope (and who wants to wash them by hand?!?!?!)
Call and report it to the power company? Cordless phone. Duh.
Starting to get the hang of this "bumping into walls" thing, I scooped up my children, fell onto the couch in one great big embrace, and just held them for a bit. We enjoyed giggling together. Then we read together the book "A Bad Case of Stripes" and then we played a very silly game of pat-a-cake where we try to clap really loudly and yell "PATTYCAKE PATTYCAKE. BAKERS. MAN." I guess you could call it Obnoxious Pattycake.
Anyway, so all that to say that despite the frustration in not being able to be productive, I am very glad to have had the opportunity to just sit and do a handful of nothing at all.
Friday, October 30, 2009
Thursday, October 29, 2009
Sunday, October 25, 2009
Number five seems to have taken a lesson in applying make up from Joan Crawford.
I think she was worried that I will pull the "No more wire hangers" scene because she got into big sister's cosmetic bag. If she only knew it was all I could do to keep my laughter from bubbling forth.
I did have to play "bad cop" just a wee bit though, as we were 10 minutes late leaving due to a million and one things happening, plus I had called for her to come on downstairs so we could go a couple of times already.
Saturday, October 24, 2009
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
Sunday, October 18, 2009
- Leviticus 20:24 But I said to you, "You will possess their land; and I will give it to you as an inheritance, a land flowing with milk and honey." I am the LORD your God, who has set you apart from the nations.
This all got me thinking, and, well.... have you ever tasted the two together?!?!?
Go now. I'll wait. Grab a coffee mug, pour about a cup of milk in it. Now add about 2 T honey and a drop or two of vanilla extract. Warm it in the microwave for a minute and stir.
MmmHhmm... good stuff, huh?
Saturday, October 17, 2009
These ladies were showing the art of needlework. I asked the mom if it was ok if I took her picture and she said, "I'd be disappointed if you didn't... as hard as I'm working on this!"
This man's family has many generations of wood carvers. He had carved, from one piece of wood, a chain. Inside a block on the chain, he had carved a ball an inside the ball was another ball. I know I am not explaining it well, you'd have to see it to believe it.
In the picture on the left, he is demonstrating how he carves a ladle. In the picture on the right, number 4 can't tear himself away from these really cool buttons made from walnut shells. I'm telling you, this man is pure genius.
This is a reproduction, printed on canvas, that I fell in love with. I think it will be stunning in my dining room.
I doubt any of us have a clue about just how much money is funneled into breast cancer research. I wonder how much of it actually goes toward research instead of lining the pockets of research companies?!
Looking ahead to November: Stupidity Awareness
Friday, October 16, 2009
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
Because your sister is being confirmed.
She will be sealed with the Holy Spirit.
She and the Holy Spirit are making a pinky promise with each other.
Wednesday, October 7, 2009
About once every 7 years, King and I have to learn expensive lessons. We so easily get hooked by something glamorous and then it comes back to bite us in the patoot. A few instances easily come to mind: creamy white Mazda 929 with sunroof and leather seats, DNTK stock which was supposed to be a sure-fire money maker, and this svelte couch. Expensive lessons. Like God banging our heads together and saying, "silly people, shiny things are for crows."
We tried to sell it on Craigslist, but no one was interested. That's ok. A local needy family inherited it. May it bless their lives.... except in a different way than it has blessed ours.
Monday, October 5, 2009
Friday, October 2, 2009
"Oh," she started, "I, uh, am going to need you to type this."
"Are you finished? I mean, I feel like crap, honey, how much longer until you're done?"
"Uh, well, I don't know."
(Report is due tomorrow.)
"I'll have to type it in the morning. I am getting ready to go take a Benedryl, though, so you will have to remind me in the morning because I may be a bit groggy."
"Uh, well, ok."
Fast forward to this morning. She comes in and asks me what I think about her outfit. It takes a few minutes, but we find something for her to wear. Then I stumble back into my room and King and I change sheets and make up our bed. Then I proceed to unload all the millions of laundry baskets full of folded/ironed laundry that I made this week making piles for each family member.
The kids are all downstairs eating breakfast and getting ready for school. Number 1 comes upstairs to brush her teeth before heading to school. I look at her and in a moment of clarity, I panic. "Oh my stars, your report! Why didn't you remind me?!"
"Well, I thought you remembered since you were up."
She was tardy for the first time in a lot of years this morning and was none too happy about it. But I think I will leave this note on her pillow:
There is this odd stinging/pinching feeling just behind my eyeballs that makes me want to crawl in bed and shut my eyes. For about 2 days.
The show must go on.
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
I had to write a letter to the principal. I mean, who else but the self-named Dress Code Nazi could (or would) step up and say something? Sadly, the response I got back was not much more than a patronizing head patting.
On a related note, "Butt-Head", the 15 year old son of a friend of mine said he'd be glad to recruit her for his high school.
Sunday, September 27, 2009
So, here is Laurie's recipe for the world's most delicious (and low carb, sugar free, gluten free) lemonade pound cake.
1 cup butter
1 1/2 cups Splenda
2 cups almond flour (you can either make your own or I recommend Bob's RedMill Brand in the Organic section of Kroger)
1 T baking powder
1 1/2 t lemon extract
1/4 t lemon zest
Cream butter and Splenda until fluffy. Add in eggs, one at a time, incorporating each egg into the batter before adding the next. (Trust me, it is worth your extra time!) Mix in baking powder and almond flour. Stir in lemon extract and lemon zest. The batter should be very light and fluffy. Scoop the batter into a buttered/almond-floured bundt pan. Bake at 350 for 50 min.
After the cake cools, move it from the bundt to a cake plate and drizzle a Splenda/lemon juice glaze over the top.
Friday, September 25, 2009
If you have ever had a lemonade cake, or even lemon pound cake with lemon glaze, you will almost know how good this thing was. So, at 11:30 on the eve of my special day we had a slice of "birthday cake" and a decaf cappuccino.
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, yack.
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
I miss the good ol' days when rebates were in the form of a postcard check with no instructions. Everyone knows what to do with a check. Duh! Even better, I remember when prices were low enough that you didn't need to worry about a stinkin' rebate.
- Authorized Users
- Using Your Card
- Returns and Refunds
- Receipts, Confidentiality
- Our Liability for Failure to Complete Transactions
- Amendment and Cancellation
- Information About Your Right to Dispute Errors
- Privacy and Data Protection (they are tracking where I will use this pittance!!)
- Arbitration Disclosure
- Arbitration Provision.
It's ten dollars, people!
I wonder how much money they had to pay the lawyers to come up with said legalese for my ten dollar Visa rebate card? Or the extra postage to get it here in a nicely-printed window-style envelope?
Wanna know the irony in all of this? click here.
Sunday, September 20, 2009
- Same Kind of Different as Me (please tell me the pace picks up soon) by Ron Hall
- Persuasion by Jane Austen
I am not a reader, per se. As a young person, I hated reading. Heck, I wouldn't even read the Cliff Notes. Now I would love to have the time to read. I'm a reader wannnabe. I have to be content reading a chapter here or there. As the saying goes, "so many books, so little time."
I did finish the last month's book: The No. 1 Ladies Detective Agency by Alexander McCall Smith. A good read. It flowed along like the currents of a river, slow and steady. No churning rapids, but still a page turner. The end was my favorite kind - everything tied in nice, neat, happy bows.
Thursday, September 17, 2009
Oh yeah, very nice. I am loving all the money we are saving from not having to buy diapers/Pull Ups. Two very special people have given her Dora panties and she just loves them.
Also... are you ready for this?
Yep. Can you believe it? It is sort of bittersweet though. When King and I were taking the crib (which she actually loved) down, she looked dumbfounded and then with a wee, small, sad little voice she said, "but, that's my.... jumping bed."
Stab me with a knife, will ya?
I would have left the crib up, I promise. It's just that in the night, she was waking up needing to go potty (though she is not nighttime trained yet) and we figured that she could either "doitmyself" or come into our room and ask for help in the night rather than waking up crying.
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
Fade to black.
Spotlight on a man in a tuxedo with a big top hat and a microphone......
Ladies and Gentlemen! Welcome to the Busiest Show on Earth!
(spotlight now on Ring One) "In ring one, we have the
(Ring Two is lit) "In ring two, the
(Bam! Twirling lights on Ring Three) "Ring three has the girl on the flying trapeze who has just come home from dance class and is now attempting to (drum roll please) graph functions (crowd gasps) for math homework while also trying to hide her excitement for the next day, for it is Freshman Week at school (aka initiation)."
Back to ring one we see that the lion tamer has let the clowns play in the red clay from the baseball field. Oh wow, circus fans, see what a mess those clowns are!
"Checking in on ring two we see that the monkey has decided to throw her "chewgum" away and just after turning on her heels and attempting to skip back to mom's apron strings she tripped over who-knows-what and fell and cracked her forehead open. In one smooth movement, the fat lady scoops up the monkey, grabs a kitchen towel and a lunchbox ice pack and immediately gets that gusher stopped. (crowd swoons over blood stains on the fat lady's shirt) What a death-defying act we just witnessed!"
"In the meantime, trapeze girl hops from ring three to ring two to finish dinner preparations, however, she didn't know that mom was cooking TWO dinners at once (clever mom) and she turned off the stove. UH oh, what will happen next?"
..... stay tuned to see more of these amazing feats. Will the fat lady make chickens fly by throwing away six beautiful boneless skinless chicken breasts? Or will this amazing circus troupe have their next performance at the E.R.?
Sunday, September 13, 2009
Sunday, September 6, 2009
Here are some deep thoughts I have had today:
If you chronicled every person's status messages on Facebook, you really get a glimpse of where their treasure lies. Sad when all the posts have to deal with being frustrated with children and/or husbands and how much they are looking forward to the next drink.
The next deep thought today has to do with the second coming of Christ. You know how history repeats itself? Well, I so much see humanity as the new Israelites in the desert. Our freedom from bondage, slavery into the promised land depends on us all being on the same page. We have become so distracted by golden calves that we can no longer see the goal. What if it is ME who is holding us all back? What if it is the homeless dude you pass on the way to work? What if it is the manager of the grocery store around the corner? What if it is you?
Finally, I would like to redefine for our government the definition of "poor". Poor is not the person sitting on the couch on their front porch screaming at their children whose only crime is acting their age. The one drawing welfare because they are too lazy to work, despite the fact that they seem to have so little.
Poor is that person we all have passed on the street. You know the one. The one whose leathery face is pinched and angry. Screaming and cursing at someone near. An invisible person. No one else is in sight. The person who is tormented by invisible demons.
Deep thoughts. Not too funny though.
Saturday, September 5, 2009
Catholic or not, just think about that for a second.
Beyond sad. Obama's swine flu has made people scared of actually being a Christian. Scared to receive their Savior in the Eucharist because of germs.
Satan has entered the building people. Wake up!
Christ embraced lepers but we can't shake hands with someone who might have the flu? Where is the faith here? Isn't He bigger than germs? I don't even remember this kind of brouhaha when AIDS was rampant. For God's sake, have a Purell dispenser just before the Holy Water Font. Before Communion, ask those who are germy to refrain, but don't cut us ALL off from receiving Jesus in the Eucharist.
They'll know we are Christian by our
Friday, September 4, 2009
Just one of the reasons I love living in the south ('cause it sure ain't because I love mosquitos).
Thursday, September 3, 2009
One of 5's friends was standing nearby and I asked her what color the red fish was.... "Green", she beamed.
"Um, no. Not quite" I said.
Then I turned to 5, said "what color is this?"
mmmm Hmmmm... 'kay then.
Wednesday, September 2, 2009
I am nearly in panic mode trying to plan the hours from the moment they leave until the moment they return.
There is so much I WANT to do, so much I NEED to do (some of the items on those lists overlap). I think a girls' night sleepover party may be in the works. I should purge some stuff and bag up some cabin clutter for the local thrift store, perhaps I could dust the furniture. I need to exercise and want to spend some time in the Lord. Soooo many choices.
There is also this quilt I want to make but never have gotten to because as sweet as it is that my sewing room is also wee one's nursery.... well, you get the picture. Besides, the dining room table is a great sewing surface for big projects. I won't have to be clearing it off to have meals. Or homework. I could eat in the living room. On my broken-legged couch even!
I just hope that whatever I choose to fill those 60 or so hours will have me refreshed, renewed, and ready to see those sweet smiling faces bound through the door on Monday night.
(image found at pribek.net)
"I do believe in
spooks global warming. I do believe in spooks global warming. I do, I do, I do, I do, I do believe in spooks global warming."