Monday, April 30, 2007
No blogging, praying, for Virginia Tech.
Sunday, April 29, 2007
The winter is past.....devotions in the backyard.
" My lover spoke and said to me,
"Arise, my darling, my beautiful one, and come with me.
See! The winter is past; the rains are over and gone.
Flowers appear on the earth; the season of singing has come,
the cooing of doves is heard in our land.
The fig tree forms its early fruit; the blossoming vines spread their fragrance.
Arise, come, my darling; my beautiful one, come with me."
Song of Solomon- 2:10-13
My husband threatens me with room darkening blinds.... I don't blame him. As soon as the sun hits my face...I wake up. This morning- was like that. Only this morning- I felt like it wasn't just to make coffee and start laundry.... this morning- it was to enjoy some time with my other
lover--- my God. Sure--- I started the laundry- emptied the dishwasher, made coffee....
But then--- I went outside. While the dew was still fresh, the birds were singing. In the sun and song-I remembered this verse---I feel like it's been a wintery season in my life--- for quite a while... I also feel like spring is blooming, in my heart and in the world.
Winter in Michigan can be of undetermined length----sure the CALENDAR tells us when spring begins- but Michigan disregards the calendar. Spring begins, when it's good and ready. Winters of the heart are similar, they can be of undetermined length. Struggles roll in like clouds- one after another. They dim the sun, chill the heart. But like bulbs- the seed of Spring is always there. Waiting for it's time to bloom.
I don't know what season you're in this morning- but if you're in the middle of a winter- I wanted to encourage you with this---- Spring is coming- watch for it----we share the same lover- God- the maker of all seasons and things--- and He has promised to bring Spring--- in the form of comfort- peace- love and care--- into your heart- if you let Him. Talk to Him about your winter--- go out and sit in the promise o His Spring.
Dear Jesus- I thank you for Spring- I thank you that the winter makes the spring so much sweeter. I pray for anyone who's stuck in a winter of the heart- that this morning- you'll shine the hope of your love in- and bring them spring--- I love you Lord- and thank you for bringing me through the winter- amen.
Labels: early morning devotions, spring
Saturday, April 28, 2007
It's been rainy here for 4 days now---- so I thought I'd post what I WISHED Saturdays sky was like;)
Labels: photography, saturday sky
Friday, April 27, 2007
a day in black in white....
Thursday, April 26, 2007
An Apology To Our Garbage Men......Waste Management Specialists...Eco-rescuers.... whatever.
Dear Garbage Men - (Insert appropriate and updated terminology please-)
This morning- I want to express my sincerest apology. The mountain of trash in front of my home, is putting you behind schedule- and quite possibly at risk of minor injury. Please- for the love of all things clean- LIFT WITH YOUR LEGS... not your backs.
I am embarassed by the mountain before my home- but wish to explain. We've been doing serious "Spring Cleaning".
Please be extra careful with the bags from the garage....if they smell like something has died in there- well it's because something did. You can click to read about the mousecapade
. Really, they had to go...a sad reality.
Some of the bags are really heavy and squishy. That's because they contain my "skinny clothes".. (weird how that worked out, huh? The Skinny Clothes are heavy;) Most were given away... but these are the ones that ticked me off, 'cause I just don't see my backside fitting into them regardless of how many hours I spend on the exercise bike. This was an act of therapeutic value- they've been in my closet upsetting me for months. Getting rid of them was good for me. Sorry, if it's bad for you.
Some of the bags are quite lumpy. Be extra careful not to spill them. They are the extraneous contents from under 3 bathroom sinks. I don't recommend allowing the chemicals (the dregs of various cleaners- hair products, skin products that make your skin look older and yet, have acne at the same time...grand investment.) to mix or spill on you. It wouldn't be prudent. I think there was a bottle of Nair
in there- and though it doesn't work on us Italian women, I'm pretty sure it'll eat your skin off- or at least cause baldness. Be forewarned.
I suppose I should also confess that I waited until after dark to take the garbage out- and was tempted to add a couple of our bags to my neighbors trash-(well ALL my neighbors trash, not exactly actually sharing the love) -- so it didn't look like we were such pigs..... but I was pretty tired- and, besides, that felt like lying a bit- so I didn't. But, I thought about it. Sorry. I want our relationship to be healthy- so, I promise to keep things honest.
I really wanted to bake you cookies or something- cause I know this was WAY over our garbage quota.... but I just didn't think putting cookies out on top of the trash - even in a ziplock bag- would be a good idea. Besides- my cookies are pretty awesome and they could possibly revive the mice- and we don't need zombie mice attacking our wonderful garbage men... that would be bad.
In closing---Again- I want to apologize for our exorbitant out put of trash this week. I'm sorry to be such a pain. Thanks for all your hard work-
the piggies in a clean house-(and garage) in Michigan.....
PS......the Bob the Builder couch on top? DON'T take it home to the kiddies.... the "bad cat" mistook it for a litterbox.
PPS---- Please know this- I- (a 3o "something" mom of three- carried most of those heavy bags to the curb. don't try the "those bags are too heavy for us" thing.... I'll keep putting them out- every week till the cows come home- or you take them...so you can do it now--- or when they grow even more disgusting- it's up to you.)
To compensate for a post full of garbage..... here is some pretty:
Labels: apologies, garbage, Spring Cleaning
Wednesday, April 25, 2007
Wordless Wednesday- Earth Day collage
"The earth is the LORD's, and the fulness thereof;
and they that dwell therein." Psalm 24:1
Labels: Earth Day, spring, wordless wednesday
Tuesday, April 24, 2007
Chevron Scarf.. and adventure in color.
Holz and Stein Circ's in US #7's (the regal silk is heavier than what's called for in the pattern)
The thing about this scarf...... it's a stretch for me, not the knitting- that's simple. The colors. The directions call for "Complementary" colors. I get the concept- it's just contrary to my personality. See- I'm a "matchy- matchy" kind of girl....
S0, my first attempt at this scarf was with 2 pretty- but coordinating not complementary yarns. Solid pink with a variegated pink granite color--- (STR and Reynolds Sea Wool)
On the left- It's Schaefer Anne In a blue-green, handpaint and STR in Mustang Sally
On the right- it's STR in Pink Granite (from the sock club- o6) and Reynolds Soft Sea Wool in Pink. Both combinations are nice--- (the yarns are FAB) but they just aren't "popping".... they were safe. blue and red- go together. Solid pink and pink variegate go together... but no zip. So I went to the LYS... and sat on the floor until I could make myself go outside of my little color box. and this is what I came up with.
I figure- If God would use these colors together- I can too;)
Today is Tuesday--- and I've posted over at Laced With Grace- "My name is Tracey, and I'm a Human Being, not a Human Doing." click over to seee my take on CWO's meme- In Other Words;) See you there!
Labels: chevron scarf, Laced with Grace
Monday, April 23, 2007
Accidental Earth Day Celebration.....chevron scarf- in artyarns silk
Accidental. No, Really. Our attending the Earth Day Festival
at the Matthai Botanical Garden, in Ann Arbor
was an accident. We're not a worship the Earth before it ends... kind of family. We're more of a take care of the Earth to honor God- since it's His creation- you're goofing with, kind of family. So how did we end up at the festival?
The Botanical Garden is one of our favorite- sunny day family hike spot. (They hae a very easy 1 1/2 mile trail) Since Saturday was spent cleaning the garage....changing the oil in the car... Cleaning the driveway because the pan of oil ended up spilled.. (Father and son they'll get it done..) .. cutting the grass.... basically, a continuance of the Spring Clean-a-thon, we needed a break. Sunday was a funday. We didn't remember it was Earth Day until we arrived at the BG and discovered our normally quiet spot- over run with Earth friendly activities of every kind.
I've never seen so much tie-dye and Birkenstocks in one place. (I'll refrain from making any fashion color commentary, as I recently decided that my favorite sweats need to be disposed of because they're falling apart--- and I haven't done it yet! It's on my to-do list;)
There were Bubbles:
There were other kids- there- I promise... but well- I don't want to go to jail or get sued for putting their pics up;)
There was planting of seeds- then transplanting them in the yard....
Oops- couldn't edit this one fre of other kids.... sorry bout that;) And, as a side note- the seeds are in the ground right near little guys feet.... but- at the time of this picture's taking- the hose had become a gun to shoot the birds at the back of the yard. Boys!
There was a nature walk with treasures found:
There were flowers in the conservatory: (No weapons- just flowers... this was Earth Day... not a game of CLUE!)
There were even flowers knitted!
Well---- kind of--- This is my Chevron scarf--- my third start , actually. ( don't ask... let's just say the directions are to find two COMPLEMENTARY yarns... I tend to be a bit matchy/ matchy---so using yarns that don't MATCH or COORDINATE was a stretch for me....) It's a pattern from Last Minute Knitted Gifts .
I've substituted the yarn- since it's like 75 degrees here--- (made that number up- it's warm, though- I promise;) it's too warm for the wool sock yarn called for in the pattern- so I'm using Artyarns silk.... it's like knitting with rose petals..... yum. I have yet to finish my CPH... but I'm all about the chevron at the moment!
Details: Artyarns hand painted regal silk in color ways #119 (green) and 115 (pink/orange) It's thicker than the yarn called for so, I'm using size 7 Needles. (Holz and Stein Circs)
There was a ride on Daddy's shoulders to the car.....
There was soccer in the yard:
This pic was a moment of collusion against one of the teens- between dad and son.. they were gonna "'astract (distract) him, I believe.
Finally- a very tired little guy- at the end of the day;)
Happy Accidental Earth Day! It was for us!
(I never thought I'd say that--- even in print;)
"In the beginning God created the heavens and the earth."
"He made the earth by his power, and he preserves it by his wisdom. He has stretched out the heavens by his understanding."
Dear Lord- Thank you for the beautiful world you've created- give me wisdom to care for and enjoy it---- as you've intended. Amen.
Labels: chevron scarf, Earth Day
Saturday, April 21, 2007
Saturday...hmmmmmm love Saturday sunshine
Thursday, April 19, 2007
She keeps house in a very unlikely place. Tucked into a center island in a grocery store parking lot. I wonder at her housing choice every year. (She's been there every spring- for the last few years.)
All around her, SUV's battle over parking places. Shopping carts blow across the lot and ram into curbs and bumpers, like crazy land races, that end in tragedy....or at least in convenience. Dogs bark through cracked car windows... threatening to pounce at their first chance. (Why do people take their dogs to the grocery, then leave them in the car? I do not understand this... but I digress. Again. )
Teenaged boys in orange vests stretch the task of cart gathering into an all day event... even with the advent of motorized cart movers.
They always look cold and forlorn.....and mostly bored. Crying children, in grocery cart seats squirm and make a last ditch effort to escape before arriving back at the car. (It's an unwritten code of ehthics for toddlers... like the Marine's "no man left behind".....toddlers chant "No seat contains my behind" in baby talk as they wiggle.)
In the middle of this chaos, danger and intrigue....(At least I'm always intrigued by the people who actually leave the store carrying ONE lone item......usually beer or a tiny bag containing- I know not what....I think I am not so much intrigued as maybe jealous of their ability to actually purchase what they intended.... as I typically forget the ONE item most important on my list....;)
sits the momma duck , a top her nest.
Surrounding her are bits of popcorn and other treats people leave to help support her little family. The momma duck is a mascot of sorts for the store. The employees watch out for her. They share their lunches with her. In a way- I think they love her.
She, however- usually fluctuates between a threatening quack and serenely sitting with her eggs safely tucked beneath her and her head tucked under her wing.
During weeks like this one- I can relate to the momma duck. When news stories are filled with mass shootings- schools locked down and sad videos of sick people saying sick things....I feel like a momma duck in a parking lot. Danger seems to surround my little brood. I feel like tucking my guys into a safe spot in the middle of the chaos and quacking a warning to keep them safe. The problem is- two of my three "little ducks"are bigger than me. To try to protect them from the world would more than clip their wings.... it would stunt their growth. Then- I also feel a deep peace... A security that comes from trusting God. Like the duck- I fluctuate;)
So, what's a mom to do? Gather them up and sit on them?--- Quacking to keep them safe as I smother them with my love? My guys won't tolerate that. Is it possible to rest securely while chaos reigns around us????
I think it is. When I look at the momma duck, with her head resting under her wing... while carts bump and bang and dogs bark, I wonder if she has some deep trusting (or deep birdness that prohibits worry;) that gives her peace.
Like I do. (Most of the time;) Although I see the chaos, danger and sadness that surrounds, I also know that I don't control the world. Nor- do I have to. I trust that I do what I can and should do.....and that God will be with us in whatever we face.
What we can and should and actually, do-
1) Have an emergency contact means and plan- (my teens have cell phones) they know who to call if they see danger brewing. Be aware of your child's school lock-down policy and procedure.
2) We talked about what to do if they are concerned about a kid at school.....talk to their guidance counselor or other school official- in private.
3) Trust God with the rest.
The first two are fairly simple--- the third is harder- it's a process of trusting. The more I experience God- the greater my trust grows. Honestly- it's the hardest things that I've gotten through, that have grown my trust the most. Loss, pain, struggle, grief... while initially negative---have turned into greater faith, because God has brought me (my friends and family) through them.
"And surely I am with you always, to the very end of the age." - Jesus Christ
Maybe it's like that with the duck--- maybe she can stay in a place of danger- and thrive---- because of the love that is there with her, in it. If a grocery stores employees can care for and love a duck... how much more can God care for and love us? Even in a dangerous and painful world.
Dear Lord- I don't pretend to understand all the chaos and pain that fills the world. I pray that you'll be with and comfort all those who have had such loss this week. I pray for the survivors- that you'll give them peace in a fearful situation, I pray for the families that you'll give them comfort in their pain. I pray for the family of the one who cause such pain....God- I pray for mom's everywhere- that feel like ducks nesting in dangerous parking lots--- that you'll grow our trust, make us wise as to what we can and should do.....and give us the peace that you alone can give- regardless of what happens around or to us--- In Jesus Name- amen-
With prayers for the Virginia Tech survivors- families and friends of those lost.
Knitnana has the button...
Labels: faith, fear, mothering
Wednesday, April 18, 2007
Wordless Wednesday- "Sprung, barely"
Tuesday, April 17, 2007
Of Mice and Men
The hunters enter with a glint in their eye. Their faces are set, in determination.
There is also a small glimmer of hope, at the corners of their eyes, both that they will today catch the hunted, and that the hunted will escape, to be hunted again.
They are prepared for battle. They carry their weaponry proudly, in the same manner as the generations that have gone before them. The elder hunter teaches the 2 younger hunters how to read animal signs and prepare for the hunt. Traps are set- further weapons are readied. Together, they search out the hunted. Every fiber of their beings- tense and waiting for action.
They are not on an African Savanna, They are not deep in the jungle or in a forest of untold age and depth..... they are in my garage. They are hunting mice. Not exactly big game. However, you'd think they were slaying dragons the way they proclaim "ANOTHER ONE!" With pride.
They are ridding the world of field mice, one mouse at a time. And they are driving me nuts. It has meant- 3 trips to Home Depot for traps of varying types and prices... nearly a full jar of peanut-butter (The little guy suggested adding jelly- as he prefers PBJ's to plain peanut butter;) And a number of fake smiles, as I pretend to be thrilled with the results of their "hunt". At least they aren't trying to make me look at it.... they just want me aware of their "score"... At the moment I believe it is 6.
Although, I'm a little concerned over their enjoyment of the sport, I'm also quite glad this isn't one aspect of Spring cleaning that I have to take care of. My approach would be to attempt to catch the mice alive- and let them go-somewhere far, far away-- which would involve my physical proximity to said mice--putting them into some kind of chew-proof container- and then DRIVING them to the "country." Not gonna happen.
I think I'll leave this one to my guys.
All hail the conquering heroes!.....Hunters of mice.
No pic today, as I just don't have the heart to post mousey cuteness.... it's too sad.
*****every spring the mice try to move into the garage.... every spring it results in mouse carnage of domestic proportions....will they never learn? Apparently, not.
PS---- men are weird.
Today is TUESAY---- So, you know--- I'm posting at LACED WITH GRACE...... today's post?
"My Martyrdom?... or Not. " A little clue--- the answer is NOT.
Labels: house-keeping, humor, random domesticity, Spring Cleaning
Monday, April 16, 2007
Cold Medicine + Cleaning fumes= Trippy Spring Cleaning Illness
If I start my day with Dayquil...
Continue my day by snorting cleaning chemicals.....
and finish my day with Nyquil......
Does that mean I have a problem?
Or, could I simply be a Mom with a virus, in the middle of spring cleaning??????
My typical day-over the course of this weekend:
1) Take my drugs.
2) Feed people.
3) Clean up the mess.
4) Sit on the couch.
5) Wait for drugs to work.
Once the drugs go into effect:
1) Clean something I just cleaned, yesterday.
2) Clean something new, that will need cleaning again, tomorrow.
3) Throw in a load of laundry.
4) Collapse on couch and watch clock until I can take drugs again....
5) Fold laundry. Place in basket. Don't put it away. I'm sure this is because I desperately need a visual reminder of today's housekeeping progress, NOT because I soooooo hate putting laundry away;)
"Mom I'm done with my tub.... I'm all Pringley
" (As I can't remember whether this child has ever seen a PRUNE.. Pringley as opposed to pruney could be a more apt description.....)
"I wish I had a reset button"
(To which I replied: "Me too, Noah, Me too"
Evidence of trippy spring cleaning:
Dryer lint is bothering me.
It creates a flammable, mystery coating over everything in my laundry room. I need to put a garbage can closer to the washer so I don't "float" it across the room anymore... (Although, making a basket with dryer lint from 6 feet away is sometimes way up there on my list of daily accomplishments. )
For about 3 seconds, I wondered if there could be some valuable re-purposing of dryer lint. Apparently, I'm not the first to wonder about....making paper...
or spinning with lint.....
Don't call my next of kin to have me admitted... I got over it.
However- I have managed to fry the rubber backing, on every throw rug in the house. Just a PSA
to remember to ajust dryer temperature between towels and throw rugs. FYI- It turns into lovely crumbles- resembling beige bacon bits, when tossed about the salad-like mess of my laundry room. (Can you tell today was clean the laundry room day?)
Today's shocking experience:
Vacuuming the cold air returns. I suppose I don't pay attention to them... but, OH MY WORD! DISGUSTING! They have been functioning as special dust-scented room fresheners, I'm sure.
Can you tell I'm avoiding cleaning the big bath-tub??????????
Well- as cold medicine and following a pattern are not a great blend- not much! Still on the sleeves of my pink CPH.
Dear Lord- please help me balance getting rest and getting the spring cleaning done... and mostly- Lord- please help me with my attitude... I want to serve with gladness... not with crankiness- amen.
Labels: flu, funny things my kids say, Spring Cleaning
Thursday, April 12, 2007
Spring Cleaning and the Smell of Burnt Pickles....
Oh the Mop and the pail- such cruel mistresses. It's true, although snow continues to spit at the most in-opportune moments, (like Easter Morning- what's up with that?) the time for Spring Cleaning has arrived.
Let's just say-at my house, it's about 2 years over due.
As Spring cleaning hasn't visited us in a while.... I knew I'd need heavy duty help- and not just of the chemical kind. (If you're planning this years stock purchases--- I'd suggest- buying Windex, Bounty, Mop & Glow and Clorox... my chemicals of choice) Anyway- I went to "Fly Lady.net" and signed up.
This goes against everything within me, as one of my favorite phrases is "You're not the boss of me!" (There are a myriad of reasons some not so altruistic as to why I am a SAHM....;) Flylady.net sends you a daily email with reminders for developing new habits and with missions for specific focus areas to clean. Accountability and encouragement all in one shot.
Yesterday, was "refridgerator day." Always an interesting task with 3 boys. They have a strong tendancy to not QUITE replace the caps and lids, prior to putting things away. The resulting drips created some recipes that will NEVER make it to Martha Stewart. Most of the puddle experiments contained: Caramel or chocolate syrup, cold and or cough medicine, jelly of every flavor, something that looks like honey, liberal dollops of ketchup and various salad dressings.
I'll admit- they were a bit Jackson Pollock-esque... But, not really art. Nor culinary delights. There was no taste testing. These recipes/art were discarded . The fridge is now clean. (Well- it was the last time I checked, but that was around breakfast- anything could have happened by now.)
I'm just glad the Fly-lady didn't say "fridge and FREEZER." Hey if she's gonna boss me- I'm just gonna do what she says... no point going over board! I left the coffee grounds loose frozen corn and ice cream drips for another day.
Today- was "clean the kitchen cabinet fronts" day. Interestingly enough- the same drips from the fridge seemed to have migrated to the cabinet fronts. A Tip: Spray cleaner then LET IT SIT for a few minutes! Much easier than trying to scrape dried jelly with your fingernails. (gotta love those acrylic tools- I mean nails;)
I couldn't stand to have clean cabinet fronts and drippy appliance fronts- so I did them too. Then---- the oven and stovetop beckoned to me ominously. They were mocking me. They must be cleaned- "Fly Lady or no." (Besides- she's not really the boss of me!)
A few things about self cleaning ovens:
1) You need to scrape the burn food out FIRST.
2) You CAN put your drip pans and grates into the oven and clean them at the same time---- but again- they should be scraped of burnt spaghetti sauce and ramen noodles FIRST.
3) The stove top becomes HOT. If you decide to utilize the self cleaning cycle to clean under the drip pans etc.... be cautious of your cleaning chemical choice. HOT CHEMICALS CAUSE FUMES....... Breathing HOT fumes could cause you to feel.... very mellow ... maybe even a bit ummmmmm intoxicated....
If you fail to follow these instructions- your house will fill with smoke- right about the time you are feeling "mighty mellow." OPEN THE WINDOWS- YOU ARE NOT IN COLLEGE even though it IS Spring Break. You are the Mom--- you cannot get high in the kitchen! ...Besides- this can't be good for your pets. OPEN THE WINDOWS!
Some where- I once read that a small dish of white vinegar placed out will remove smoke and other odors from your home. Liars. THIS DOES NOT WORK for self-cleaning oven trauma...... it just makes your house smell like BURNT PICKLES. I doubt "Yankee Candle" Is interested in this as part of it's new Spring line.
Good luck with your Spring Cleaning.....I'm going to knit (I need a sweater it's FREEZING in here, and the smoke hasn't abated yet!) until it's time to GO OUT FOR DINNER......No One will be cooking in that CLEAN KITCHEN today.
I wonder what's on the docket for tomorrow? Click for the week in review-advance:
Actual Knitting content: CPH # In Cascade Sierra- Back and fronts done- working the sleeves....
PS--- If I get pneumonia from the cold and chemical damage to my lungs......can I have a day off?
Labels: Central Park Hoodie, Fly Lady. net, Spring Cleaning
Wednesday, April 11, 2007
Wordless Wednesday- Sprung! Easter Eggs and Dandelions!
Tuesday, April 10, 2007
I'm gonna tell.
"Ancient Words, ever true Changing me and changing you We have come with open hearts O let the ancient words impart."~ Lynn DeShazo~
I grabbed my Bible and stomped up the stairs.
I fumed and fussed, all the way. I was angry, I was hurt and I was going to TELL.
Funny how that drive to "tell on others" never really abates. It just takes more mature forms. Like prayer.
I plopped my self righteous- butt on the chair in my bedroom. I closed my eyes and started to tattle... I mean pray.... "Oh God...he is so....why can't they... don't they know they should... I just can't ......." The words poured out along with my tears.
After a few minutes of good old fashioned tattling, I opened my Bible, hoping God would console me with vindication or at least affirmation. I went back to my bible study.
It happened to be on the Fruits of the Spirit.
"But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness and self-control. Against such things there is no law. Those who belong to Christ Jesus have crucified the sinful nature with its passions and desires. Since we live by the Spirit, let us keep in step with the Spirit. Let us not become conceited, provoking and envying each other."
The first few words, seemed fuel for my self-righteous tattling fire. "See- this is how THEY should be......" That response lasted about 1.4 seconds. Until I got to the word crucified. Then....even worse....conceited..provoking....
This wasn't affirming or vindicating, it was convicting. "Those who belong to Christ Jesus have crucified the sinful nature...." The truth is- when I grabbed my Bible and stomped upstairs..I was angry and looking for company in my "righteous anger". I wasn't, the one in the wrong...well- with the exception of my RESPONSE to the situation. My heart wanted a kind of revenge. I wanted to tattle and get someone in trouble. With God. Is that living in the Spirit?
Ouch. I wasn't expecting that.
I coud have slammed the Bible shut. (I have in the past) I could have decided it had no application for ME... (I wasn't the one in the wrong, afterall!) Instead....I allowed the words to wash over me- not with condemnation but conviction.... that I need more of HIM. My prayer changed.....
"Oh Jesus, I need more of you.. I want to love other like you did- in the Spirit- with love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness and self-control... Oh God- empty me of ME and fill me with You....forgive me and change me- I love you Lord- amen"
"For the word of God is living and active. Sharper than any double-edged sword, it penetrates even to dividing soul and spirit, joints and marrow; it judges the thoughts and attitudes of the heart."
For more experiences with God's word changing hearts.... see Todays Christian Women Online "In Other Words" posts-
Today is also Tuesday- so you can find my post titled "And Then...." over at Laced With Grace!
Labels: in other words, Laced with Grace
Monday, April 09, 2007
Random-ness and questions for the universe:
Saw this somewhere- a grand way to waste 10 minutes.....go ahead- make your own....
Random questions and thoughts:
1) Is having a pain in the butt, the same as BEING a pain in the butt? The answer? Sometimes.
(I had to go to urgent care to get my hip checked out.....from last weeks trip, down the steps.....Am fine- sore. Bruised hip, bursa issues. yuk. Had the Doctor write buttocks pain on the "yellow slip" -discharge info- the boys got a kick out of it...)
2) Dressing gowns at Urgent care. Why bother? They only cover what you don't care about and leave the bits that should be covered... UN- COVERED. I was just glad I had tucked socks into my bag....at least I had socks on during my x-ray. I swear, next time I'm bringing my own robe.
PS don't they know all gowns should be BLACK? Hello. WHY do they always make them in WHITE ...- needles... iv's and other -worse ER happenings ... can't go well with WHITE. And the lame prints? Why the torturous lame prints? They have to make you look as fat, pale and sick as you feel?
GROSS WARNING----DO NOT READ THE FOLLOWING THOUGHT IF YOU'RE SQUEAMISH......
3) Fruit Flies and Banana's - I don't get it. I've never seen fruit fly ...ummmmmm larvae...(maggots?) . However, it's inevitable, a few days after we buy banana's we have company. FRUIT FLIES. How do they get there? There aren't any in my house UNTIL I buy banana's . I don't see ANY on the banana's when I buy them. I hate this. I am allergic to banana's, can't eat them. They are all-around disgusting. I am sure they are the source of all fruit flies. Sick.
4) Things to do with left over Easter Eggs.....
a) save them for egging on devil's night.... that's just wrong on so many levels. I'm sorry.
b) ship them to unsuspecting friends... as GIFTS.
c) Use them as threats. "If you don't clean up your room, you're having Easter Eggs for dinner."
d) Save them and shellac them, they are now "risky, edgy art" Well, in a couple of weeks they will be.
e) Add them to the dogs food........ (well- you could try it- as for Bad-Dog Sami? She'd rather eat garbage)
f) Use them as organic fertilizer.....( bury them in the yard)
g) Tell you're family they are chocolate eggs.... no really- you should see how disappointed they get!
h) Blah, blah make deviled eggs, egg salad and other dishes your children won't eat....
i) Tell your children they CANNOT eat them, they are GROWN up food. Works every time. (Well- it works with most kids... ONCE.)
j) Chop em up and leave them outside at night... whatever is making the dog bark, will probably eat them.
k) Next year paint wooden eggs. You can save them and they don't smell up the house when you find them under the couch in July.
Add your random thoughts or Easter Egg Ideas to the comments....
Egg Dye stains. Hands, nails and faces. Just FYI.
Labels: easter egg ideas, meme's, randomosity
Sunday, April 08, 2007
1On the first day of the week, very early in the morning, the women took the spices they had prepared and went to the tomb. 2They found the stone rolled away from the tomb, 3but when they entered, they did not find the body of the Lord Jesus. 4While they were wondering about this, suddenly two men in clothes that gleamed like lightning stood beside them. 5In their fright the women bowed down with their faces to the ground, but the men said to them, "Why do you look for the living among the dead? 6He is not here; he has risen! Remember how he told you, while he was still with you in Galilee: 7'The Son of Man must be delivered into the hands of sinful men, be crucified and on the third day be raised again.' " 8Then they remembered his words.
9When they came back from the tomb, they told all these things to the Eleven and to all the others. 10It was Mary Magdalene, Joanna, Mary the mother of James, and the others with them who told this to the apostles. 11But they did not believe the women, because their words seemed to them like nonsense. 12Peter, however, got up and ran to the tomb. Bending over, he saw the strips of linen lying by themselves, and he went away, wondering to himself what had happened.
Labels: easter morning
Wednesday, April 04, 2007
Brazilian Cat waxing, falling downstairs and other random updates....
Scene 1-Brazilian Kitty Waxing- Sometime Friday...
The boy- has once again found something to get into. He's been on a "waxing" kick... and it's not waning. I keep my eyebrow wax under the bathroom counter. (Before you say anything...I don't anymore...)
While under the guise of a need for "privacy" I left him in the bathroom unatttended for a few minutes. FYI: "Privacy" is code for: "I need to poop, Mom- leave me alone" (He's five- and now getting so much more refined in his manners...NOT) Anyway- he privately once again discovered the wax. I found drips and drops along the counter and floor.
I cleaned it up- and put him in time out.
All was once again calm.
Hours later- I went to have some privacy of my own.....when I discovered a clump of suspiscious white cat hair on the counter. A CLUMP, I tell you. Not just a few kitty strands. I swiped at the fur....when I realized it was stuck.
Poor Cappucino, (our white long haired "good cat") must have learned the hard way how painful a bikini waxing is.....sat in a missed drop of wax....and RIPPPPP. Brazilian style kitty butt. (ok I'm exaggerating.... I couldn't find any bald spots...he was fine...but there WAS a clump of fluff on the counter!) Hmmmm maybe now he'll stay off the countertops.
Scene 2- The daring old mom, flys down the steps- sometime- yesterday
How many times have I said... "Don't play on the steps?" Apparently I should have listened, to myself.
Standing at the top of the steps- while I was holding him, Noah said: "Don't drop me Mommy!"
"I would never drop you, goofy!" Then, being the outrageously funny and fun mom that I am, I tipped him back wards... just far enough that he'd feel like I may actually drop him. He laughed as I snapped him back upright.
That's when I learned a lesson in physics.
+ carpeted steps
+ wiggling 5 year old
+ Old Mom off balance
= a rather unpleasant way to slip slide and bounce down a flight of steps.
My feet slid out from under me... I held on to my little man with all my might, and bounce/slid down 14 steps on my left hip and elbow---- The one struggling to hold onto Mr Noah...
Most importantly- he's fine- and No, I did not drop him.
However- this morning- my shoulder/back feels like burning lead and I may just be making an un-planned trip to the urgent care......
The worst part? It's affecting my knitting. But not enough to stop me;)
Cast on Central Park Hoodie #2- In Cascade Sierra "Raspberry" Colorway.
I'm about to cast off for the shoulder shaping on the back. (I am knitting it a bit longer than the pattern--- I'm rather long waisted- (and short legged- now that's attractive;)
I wore my CPH on Sunday.... I love that sweater, but will need one that isn't as heavy for spring/summer wearing. The Sierra is an 80 cotton 20 wool blend. And I'm knitting it a bit looser. Should be just the thing- If I don't end up with my arm immobilized or something!
Scene 3- A guilt induced fit of "Good Mommy Cookie Baking"
No calamity- but after goofing around on the steps and falling with my little man- the residual guilt levels were still quite high.... so after a nice tub full of bubbles (Noah not me-- although a long hot soak sounds wonderful about now...) we decided to bake and decorate some Easter cookies.....well- we decorated cookies and licked the spatulas....;)
Dear Lord- thanks for not letting me smoosh my little guy..on the steps...please heal my shoulder- and help me be patient as it heals...Thank you Lord- for all you did on the very first Easter... I love you Lord- amen!
Labels: 101 reasons why I'm an idiot, cat waxing, falling down steps