Friday, December 31, 2010

Out with the old wineskins and in with the new

2010 is drawing to a sudden end... in 47 minutes at the beginning of my typing this.  This year has gone by very fast! In fact, in (now) 46 minutes draws the end of the first decade of this new millenium.  This decade has gone by just as swiftly.

Many changes. Many adjustments.

In this decade we have gained a daughter & a son; gained (& lost) a daughter-in-law; gained a son-in-law and watched one of our daughters pull further and further away from us until she finally decided to run. Our eldest son moved to another country. We have changed churches and have had encounter after encounter that has changed our lives and brought healing and restoration to our family. We have made many new friends - many whom have become engrafted into our family.

What does 2011 hold in store for us? What does the second decade of this millenium hold for us? I can only offer a few good guesses and assumptions but I do know that whatever it is, it will be threaded with goodness, success and God. Because of God!

This new year brings us into a new level of life... grandparents. It does seem strange for me to say that but having all ready spoken to, felt move and loved this grandbaby makes it all the more real and all the more exciting! We embrace 2011 and all it has to offer us with excitement and anticipation knowing that growth, joy and more changes await us.

This year finds us ringing in the New Year in a town we know no one, in a hotel where our stay has no end in sight (well, it does but I think you know what I mean. How long we are here, we are not sure the number of days.). We were able to connect with our church via streaming video, set up specifically for us, and I was able to participate in our corporate prayer time  via my husband's cell phone (as he has an international airtime package). It was great to be able to connect with them and disappointing when the connection ended.  My two youngest children lie peacefully on their bed, sleeping after exhausting themselves in the hotel's pool yesterday & today.  My life, our life, while not perfect, is certainly good and certainly rewarding.

Happy New Year, friends. My prayer for you is that 2011  brings you abundance - abundance of love, joy, peace, success and stability... (but I won't limit you to those good things alone)

Thursday, December 30, 2010

Stranded at the drive-in

Brookings, SD...

Yep, we are here for a couple of days at least - from the sounds of things. The interstate is closed. We have safety. We have food. We have two beds. We have each other. We have made some new friends who are in the same stranded boat as we and we have enjoyed visiting with them in the hot tub.  Oh yes, we have a pool and a hot tub.

We are missing our friends and family back home, as well as the conference and New Year's Eve celebrations we have going on at the church tomorrow but we are safe and warm and that is what is important. We will get there when we get there.

So, we are stranded at the drive-in but we are certainly not branded a fool.  We have let everyone (including bosses) know that we have no idea when we will get home so until then... we are laughing, telling stories, wrestling, swimming, and enjoying these bonus days of uninterupted family time!

Hope you are all safe if you are in any of the areas affected by this poor winter weather...

First NFL football game

Alternately titled "GO, CHIEFS, GOOOOOO!!!!"

 All access passes (other than field and locker rooms) had these two doing what they wanted to watch the Chiefs make it into the play-offs on Boxing Day.
 But that wasn't the best part of the game for either of these guys...
It was simply the fact that they got to hang out with each other, drink way too much soda pop, eat ginormous stadium hotdogs, and make funny faces at the camera and probably laugh uncontrollably at each other while burping and all that other boy stuff we ladies don't neccessarily want to (or want to admit to) doing...

Wednesday, December 29, 2010

I uber love hotels

Most times, unless the weather takes a frightful turn - and even then my husband has moved baracades to go around them- he & I drive straight through on long trips. Our 24 hour trips to KC have not been any different but... this time we have Jellybean and Bug with us and we wanted to have a very nice, relaxing time with them.

Hotel there and hotel back! Yeah baby! We searched a bit on the internet and picked two hotels that we liked that have waterslides or play areas so we can get rid of pent up energies in the pool area and make some fun memories.

Here are a couple from the way down...

 Pink panther and Allie the bunny were too tuckered out to play... they got the bed ready for the kids {wink}
Two exhausted, happy, wonderful children!

Tuesday, December 28, 2010

Road Trip!!!

In our family, we leave ridiculously early on road trips, use as much sleep time as travel time as we can.  This is what it usually looks like in our car...

But I say usually like I don't sleep.  It usually looks like me sleeping in the car and occassionally waking up to capture moments like these but they are much cuter sleeping than I am!

In three days we will be piling back into our car and travelling from whence we came...

Monday, December 27, 2010

My grandbaby

Right now... only one more month to wait for this precious bundle!

Saturday, December 25, 2010

Merry Christmas

I don't really have much to say today...only because I want to spend this time with my family. Really enjoying our time with LB! Lots of laughs, love and fun!


Friday, December 24, 2010

National Lampoon's Our Vacation Day 4

Up to right now this vacation has been almost everything we believed for it to be. It has been full of laughter, singing, stories, snuggles and family. As of last night, it was also full of the heart-broken tears of a girl who expected a friendship to pick up right where it left off 5 years ago. It most certainly didn't play out in real life anything like how she had played it out in her head but my dear Jellybean is doing much better after a discussion with her mama and daddy and some words of wisdom and snuggles.

I am enjoying our time; we all are. Jellybean and Bug wake up every morning with our friend's golden lab snuggled up with them, see their brother every day and we are having completely uninterrupted time as a family including having a great night (sans the "friend incident") at church last night.

Here's to another great day - enjoying our family, enjoying our friends... and I wish the same for you.

Merry Christmas Eve, my friends. Remember: People are the treasure!

(We even get a white Christmas as it is currently snowing here in Kansas City!)

Tuesday, December 21, 2010

It's 3 AM

And I am pretty sure I just developed a severe allergy to being vertical...

Just sayin'

Monday, December 20, 2010

Early to bed, early to rise, right?

Right! The four of us are heading to bed, well all but me all ready have, and it is 9:11 PM. Some might think we are recouping from a traumatic yesterday but no, we are preparing for an early rising.  Yes, at 3:00 AM we will be hauling our butts out of bed, settling them in our car and heading to spend a week and a half Christmas vacation - some with our oldest son and some with just the four of us swimming, playing, eating, watersliding, laughing, etc.

We have everything packed including the most important aspect... when we take this vacation, we are not taking a vacation from God; we are taking it WITH Him. He is the part of our life everyday and I can say with certainty we don't plan on vacationing without Him!

Anywho, if I am spuratic with posts know that I am laughing, loving and enjoying my family. Wishing you all a very Merry Christmas! 

I hurt

Yesterday's accident has left me a very hurting unit today. I have barely slept last night. Each time I closed my eyes I had an instant replay of our accident, each time I moved I was reminded of every stiff muscle (extremely stiff muscle). Yes, I am still very thankful for those very stiff muscles being the extent of my injuries but that doesn't prevent them from being any less sore and making work that much more difficult (in about 2 hours).  BigDaddy thinks I am in shock still. Last night, as we lay trying to sleep, I kept crying and was unable to control it. I felt stupid because I really am so grateful that we have such minor injuries and that our car is 100% but I could not control the crying.

Once everyone was given a clean bill of health and we had been pulled out of the snow, I did snap a couple pictures (you know since I had my camera with us to take pictures of our family Christmas and all). There is nothing graphic just the vehicles and such (as I said no one was seriously hurt in this accident).

 This is where we were in the ditch (our final destination), on the south side of the road.
 This shot is how high the snow is at my window, thus the reason I could not open my door at all.
 The kids keeping warm in the sleeping bag we kept for "emergencies" we never thought would happen to us.
 An unsung hero, the tow truck (driver) pulling us out. Sometimes I think people forget how critical they are in emergencies, the dangers they face in these accidents and the sights they come across (without the training emergency personel have).
 A bad shot, but this is where the tow truck driver pulled us out from. It was deeper than it looks in the picture.
 RCMP on the scene. What a great bunch of police officers we have in our area. The kids were grateful and were able to say "thank you, Mr Policeman." to the two officers who stayed at the scene with us.

 The snow on the inside of our engine and we had all ready been scooping snow out of there. It was packed solid!
This is only some of the snow we had taken out of the engine compartment.  The rest is still under the car.

I didn't feel right putting up pictures of the other girl's car. That is not my place. But I think I have tired myself out a bit now - at least enough that I may be able to catch a nap before I have to get ready for work.

Thank you, God!

Sunday, December 19, 2010

We give Him glory (and a PSA)

This afternoon we were on our way to the city Rush, my mother and step-father live in to go have a Christmas supper with them.  Everyone was excited and anticipating a great visit.

As we drove we pulled up behind a car that was being driven a little um, unsafely, so my dear husband thought it would be safest to pull out and away and get ahead of them. Just as we pulled out we hit a stretch of glare ice on the highway, our traction control kicked in and we lost control of our car.

At that moment we should have rolled our car down the embankment of the "on-coming traffic lane" but we did not.  Big Daddy did his absolute best to try regaining control of the car but to no avail. We then did a 180, slide backwards for a few yards and began to do yet another 180. As my window was passing the driver of the other car's window, we made eye contact with each other in an incredibly strange & eery moment that seemed to last minutes instead of mere milliseconds. We tapped, yes, tapped the very corner of her back bumper, spun out of control again, did another wierd spin of some kind and wound up half buried in the ditch of the lane on the highway we were headed in the first place.

The girl of the Charger (the other vehicle) spun out of control, rolled down the embankment of the ditch we should have initially gone down and totalled her car. When all the snow cleared, we found her bottoms up near the tree line of the ditch. She has some minor scratches and bruising but is otherwise (currently known to us) fine.  We were all bumped around and, obviously, frightened but let me tell you something; I began to pray and we felt the presence and protection of God come into our vehicle in such a powerful way.  The only damage to our car is two minor chips in the paint and a small corner in one of the signal lights chipped out. (Please know, I am not saying this to make it seem like God spared us over her because we are special or something but simply telling you how this played out and that He did protect us)

As we play the accident out in our heads now, it really should have played out a lot differently and with fatal results for the members of both vehicles but God positioned our car in such a way that it did NOT t-bone her as it should have in our first or second spin and technically, we should have rolled before that point with a near (or actual) fatal outcome. God spared the lives of the people in both vehicles today - 5 people are alive because of His goodness and His mercy!

Our city lost a police officer yesterday because of a similar accident; he was 30 some years old. We mourn his passing and the loss his family and our city has endured with the loss of an incredibly wonderful police officer.  I thank you God for your mercy in today's accident, sparing the lives of 5 people who don't deserve it any more than the next.

We are stiff and sore; Bug & I moreso than Jellybean and BigDaddy but we were both on the passenger side of the car and absorbed most of the bouncing, jostling and banging around. Tomorrow may be difficult for sore muscles to raise us out of bed but I am grateful for such a little problem.

On our way home, after being pulled out of the ditch from the tow truck driver, our car overheated. When we stopped & opened the hood to see what was the matter, our engine was PACKED with snow.  With both BigDaddy  & I digging out the snow, we were stopped on the side of the road for a half an hour. 

Wait time buried in the ditch was an hour and a half; ten minutes later "stranded" on the side of the road for another 30 minutes.  Here is where my Public Service Announcement comes in: When you are traveling ALWAYS, ALWAYS, AWAYS keep a winter survival kit in your car!  We were fortunate that we had brought the kids' snowpants, had a sleeping bag and made them remember the toques and mitts.  Besides that though: granola bars, candles, water, flashlight, batteries, etc.  For a more comprehensive and professional list look here (remember though that this list is geared toward Canada but I am certain it would come in very handy for at least the northern States!)

Fabulous Time

Last weekend BigDaddy & I went to my staff Christmas party (for the doctor's office). Everyone had a great time. I am pretty sure it was one of the most fun work Christmas parties I have been too.  It started off with the staff meeting (spouseless) at the office, splitting into teams and racing off in two separate vehicles to fill the requirements of a photo scavenger hunt.

Items to photograph included bagging someone's groceries, ringing the Salvation Army bell, bonus points if someone donated to us, police officer in uniform, bonus points for hugging him, sitting on Santa's lap, bonus points asking him for plastic surgery, someone born in another country (not from our team), someone hanging a spoon from their nose (not from our team), entire team wearing lampshades, entire team in a small space with the picture saying "I can't believe we all fit in here", plus many, many more...

It was a blast.  Here's your proof.
 Convincing a fast food restaurant to give us A fry.
 Two of the team members sitting on Santa's lap (so glad one of our team members had a Santa outfit...)
 Looking lovely in our lampshades... don't you think?
 Carolling at someone's house
 Getting a safety tip from our local firemen and getting a picture of them/team with the firetruck.
 Our team celebrating our victory (winning the scavenger hunt with a $50 gift certificate for a spa each)
Is "V" for vision, victory or peace?

Supper was absolutely delicious! Greek ribs, caesar salad, rosemary baby potatoes, carrots, two kinds of cheesecake...  Lots of food, laughs and stories. 

Saturday, December 18, 2010

Baby legs

 Roly, poly baby legs!  Adorable baby legs belonging to an even more adorable baby...

But then...

I could be a smidge biased, given I am "gramma" to these cuties!

Friday, December 17, 2010

Baby Snugs

 How cute is he? I mean really?

He was pretty thrilled with being able to play with the ornaments on the tree during this photo shoot - a big taboo until that point.  He sure lives up to his nickname. I LOVE snuggling with this handsome guy!

Thursday, December 16, 2010

Doing better

Time, prayer, relying on God, family and coming out of shock have helped us all (those involved) to "feel better" about the whole situation.

Knowing my friend is doing better has made a world of difference.  My heart hurts for her... for the fact that they now need to tell people, that people will have questions and will, unknowingly, put their foot in their mouths. There  will be awkward moments, painful explanations and I will do my best to stand behind her when she needs a safe place to fall & beside her when she needs support.  I will do what I can, when I can, for as long as I can...

...because that is simply what friends do.

Tuesday, December 14, 2010

The weather outside is frightful

As I sit here in the warmth of my home, I hear the wind as it gusts - bringing with it a sea of snow, sometimes rain, sometimes ice pellets. It makes me feel absolutely frozen.

I am sad tonight. A lady very near and dear to my heart, someone I love, admire, respect and would do anything in this world for had a miscarriage today. They held their baby girl in their hands for a moment to grieve what never would be and then had to let her go. Through my shattered heart I can not begin to fathom the pain that they feel and so I surround them with my prayers - asking for God to flood them with strength, wisdom and peace... and all the other things they need that I can not begin to put a name to.

I sat with their oldest daughter for an hour tonight, the one who also happens to be my neighbor and good friend as well, and we simply held onto each other and loved on each other.  I don't think words can ever suffice. 

I plan to make some freezer meals for them tomorrow after work. Try to help, try to limit the things they need to contend with while they grieve.

I have tried to be strong, tried to focus my attention on them...

But do you want to know something ridiculous? The whole straw that broke the camel's back? The whole I can't believe this is what is bringing me to tears?  As I sat typing this (continue to type this) I looked over at our fish tank and saw that Jellybean's goldfish, Rosie, a feeder goldfish we bought 18 months ago, has just died.  And it brought me to tears to the point I can barely see what I am typing...

Grief is strange...

Monday, December 13, 2010

It just keeps going and going and going

Kinda like the energizer bunny but, you know, not pink, and without the drum...

But wow have the last few days weeks gone by fast. I've tried to come here.  I visited a few of you. Work and church have been super busy. Baking for bake exchanges. Eating too much at Christmas parties. Writing a skit for New Years Eve (which is finished! This time it only took 6 hours.). Booking hotel rooms, places to stay with friends, people to watch our reptilian and fishie critters, buying gifts, getting them to the people we won't see, making arrangements to see family before Christmas, getting passports and birth certificates out and packed...

Whew!  I am tired just writing that list out and that list isn't even close to being a comprehensive list.  Let's not forget all the "last minute" photo shoots...

Anywho, all that to say, I think the chaotic part of this is done and I just may not be lying if I say "I am back".  I'm not sure yet but maybe it won't be a lie.

Enjoy your family! Enjoy your friends! Please, eat your Christmas baking responsibly {grin}! I'll see you in the funny pages!

Tuesday, December 7, 2010


Yes, this lovely lady's name is Smash... well, at least that's what her sister calls her.  At one point Bug had a supreme crush on her and wanted to marry her... I believe he has moved on now but that doesn't change the fact that she is a beautiful young lady who I am honored and priveledged to know and love.

Now, to get these photos onto her USB drive...

Monday, December 6, 2010

You gotta keep 'em seperated medicated

Jellybean is medicated - highly medicated.  We took our girl to the minor emergency clinic this afternoon when the severely stiff neck she had yesterday took an extreme turn for the worse. Thoughts of meningitis flooded BigDaddy and my minds and figured we wanted to check it out - better safe than sorry right?

Anyway, GREAT news! No meningitis.  WHEW! {'Cuz that would be scarey} Dr F does figure that she has some pretty serious inflammation in her neck though and has her on a pretty good muscle relaxer, you know, given the fact that she doesn't really even take Motrin or Advil all that often.  Plus, he wants her alternating between doses of Advil and Tylenol...

Hello, Loopy...

and guess what she has decided to do during her laying in bed resting time... trying to find a good position so she can read her Bible without it hurting her neck...

Wednesday, December 1, 2010

Caution: Slippery When Wet

and I am totally not making reference to my teen years when I was struck and deeply fascinated by Jon Bon Jovi...

 Bug is sick but BigDaddy is in a land far, far away called "Not-even-in-cell-coverage" for this week.  This means that mama, that would be me, had to miss another day of work (which, thankfully, my wonderful boss is cool with) anywhoodles, I got the kiddos dressed. Correction: Jellybean got ready & dressed for school while I conviced Bug that he had to get pants on so we could take his sister to school - he came down in pajama pants {sigh}. (Battle choosing commenced at this point and he left the house in his pajamas - not making a big deal out of a not-so-big of a deal)

Bug & I arrive back home; I stick my key in the lock to open the door and KABLOOEY! {Not making that up; that is TOTALLY the noise I heard; it may or may not have been followed immediately by a crash and a sploosh but it all happened so fast...} Chaos and confusion quickly ensued. We were struck by an explosion of junk as our closet shelf took that moment to collapse on itself with all of its contents tumbling down.  This may not have been that big of a deal (or that big of a clean up) had my honey not decided that that needed to be the spot for his deep fryer FULL of oil (you know, instead of it going downstairs on the shelf with the rest of the odd-time a year usage items).  I am covered in oil, my back entrance is covered in oil, shoes and boots are saturated in it and I have now successfully tracked it into every level of my home.

I am heading now to WalMart to get some more papertowels to try and absorb it some more and get rid of the extreme slipperiness of my floor. {heh, who knew that walking to the kitchen sink for a drink of water was an extreme sport?}

Pictures will NOT ensue.  I am not taking my camera anywhere near that oily mess for fear it will consume my camera as much as it has consumed my back entrance.  I trust your active imaginations to envision the carnage in appropriate and worthy measures. You are welcome for the imagery and the giggles.  I do what I can to give you, my bloggy-world peeps a laugh, a smile, a chuckle... even a guffaw {whatever THAT is!}

Tuesday, November 30, 2010

Young Love (a photo shoot)

I have yet to edit these as I just took them Sunday afternoon and I haven't had much home time since but I love, love, LOVE these photos - not neccessarily because they are outstanding, must-see shots but, simply because of the two people in them.

I have loved Justin since he became LB's best friend over 10 years ago now. He has become like a son to us and a brother to our youngest two children. He is {adopted} family; he is also church family.  Jayda once was inseperable from Rush; the two were joined at the hip. She too was heart-broken when Rush left.  We became quite fond of our dear Jayda.  She lovingly called us her "cowboy parents" and herself our "indian daughter". It is a running joke amongst our families and most certainly a term of endearment and of absolute love and respect.

Anywho, these two have fallen head-over-heals in love with each other and wedding bells are iminent...



Monday, November 29, 2010

Talked to my girl today

It was great to hear her voice.  She called to wish Jellybean a happy belated birthday; she had written the dates of Jellybean's and BigDaddy's birthdays down wrong, I guess.

Anyway, we got to talk to her for a bit.  It was so nice to talk without there being  reservations or hearing the guardedness in her voice.

I love that girl to pieces!

Now on to a busy week. BigDaddy is gone away on business again. At least this time it is only until Wednesday night.  Miss him all ready...

Thursday, November 25, 2010

Hellooooo down there!!!!

Yeah, you!  That's right.... you!  All my American friends!  You know who you are. You are the ones you are wanting to nap because you ate too much turkey, too much stuffing, too much of your granny's sweet potatoes, too much pumpkin pie and had too much visiting with your family (wait, that doesn't happen does it?).

Anyway, now that I have gotten your attention, or interupted your turkey-induced nap...


Your Canadian friends happened to be at work today... thinking about your turkey dinners and pecan pies and all that delicious goodness... Oh and some of us happened to be wearing football jerseys to work because our boss is a football fan and this weekend is Grey Cup weekend.  FYI: when your boss is the football fan, make sure you where his favorite team's jersey...

Pictures to soon as I get off my duff, get them off my camera, watermark added, blah, blah, blah...

Ok, end rant, carry on rifling through the fridge for that last piece of pumpkin pie... and don't forget an extra large dollop {LOVE that word} of whipped cream! YUMMAY!!!

Monday, November 22, 2010


Jellybean is turning 10 on Friday (Wait a cotton-picking minute!!!!  My baby is gonna be 10!?  Someone pass me a paper bag; I just may be hyperventilating! {grin})

Anyway, where was I? Oh yes, Jellybean is turning 10 and she all ready has some of the greatest friends in the world!  I am not exaggerate or stretching the truth here in any way, shape or form.  In fact, I will let you be the judge.

Due to our up-coming trip to the States to see her brother, we, as a family, decided to forego a big friends birthday party and she will, at some point, have a friend go with us to the wave pool. Her friends decided that that would not do and they began to plot and conspire to have a party for Jellybean. (Keep in mind that these girls are 12 years old and younger - NO JOBS)  They took a poll of their classmates to secretly find out what Jellybean's favorite pizza, chips and pop (soda) are. (yes, I just ended a sentence with a verb! My english teacher always HATED that)

Now, they were in a pickle because they had no means of buying this stuff. So these young girls began shovelling people's sidewalks, raising money to surprise my daughter with a birthday party! {As a matter of fact, I am crying! Thankyouverymuch!} They bought a cake mix and a mint aero chocolate bar to crumble on the cake as decoration and got the one girl's mom to bake it, got her over to the house by telling her that they had clothes to give her and voila! SURPRISE!!!!!   A party in their basement for my darling Jellybean! 

They even decorated the basement with Christmas lights...

These are good kids!!  Darn good kids!!!  The honor, the respect, the love that Jellybean and her friends have for each other and others melts me into a big ole' puddle of goop!!!

Friday, November 19, 2010

5-Question Friday and a bit of a mama brag

Mama brag moment first, you know, 'cuz its  my blog and dat's how I roll, baby! (not neccessarily how I talk but whatever. {grin})

Report card day today and my two cute, little, angelic, never do anything wrong, cherub-like...what?  Oh, was I day-dreaming again? Ahem.  Thankyouverymuch! Let me continue in like reality... my two cute, respectable, try their very best to do what is right (youngest) children got their report cards today and...

I would like a drum-roll puhlease!!!!

Jellybean got a 92.12% overall average and Bug got a 95.19% overall average. Yup, they get their brains from me {grin}; well, and their dad to...fine... {ha ha ha}

Anyways, let's get on with this week's 5-question friday brought to you by the lovely MamaM

1. What Christmas song do you loathe?

"Here comes Santa Claus".  Do you think it was a coincidence that as I typed that my fingers got carried away and typed before my brain thought and I typed Satan Claus - ha ha ha... Oh, "Blue Christmas"... whine whine whine.... Bluuuuuuuuuuue Christmas without youuuuuuuuuuu.... sulk, sulk, sulk.... And here's where the hate mail starts to come, right...  I'm sorry! Sorry I tell you!!!  It makes my toenails curl and my muscles tense up and then I need a motrin and then I need a massage.  Massage!?  Hmmm.....

2. Do you and your significant other cuddle at night or sleep on opposite sides of the bed?
Well, to answer you truthfully, both.  Yes, both.  We start off cuddling and then we have to sleep me on my right and him on his left... facing the OUTSIDE of the bed.  Doesn't bode well for snuggling.... {sigh}
However, I attempt to make up for that by taking an ample portion of the bed.  Er, I mean, he enjoys snuggling anyway so I do him the favor of moving over slightly... yeah, that's right.

3. Have you ever had surgery?
Yes, I have 4 as a result of children and then having my tonsils removed - best hospital stay EVER!!!!  I was 5 and my auntie was head of the peds ward!  Can you say spoiled ROTTEN!!!????

4. When do you typically have your holiday shopping done?
I start in August - sometimes June or July.  THAT makes me sound on the ball and oh, so organized. Now, let me answer the question and tell you when I am done... Usually the week before... *hanging head in shame and kicking at an invisible clump of dirt*  Most years by the time I am done, I have purchased so much I didn't remember I had bought that I have a really good head start for birthdays the next year OR the following Christmas!!!  It's ingenius really.  REALLY!  {I mean it!}

5. If money were not an issue (and you HAD to pick something), what would your ultimate luxury item be?

Mmmmmmm, luxury item!  I heart me some luxury items.  Well, at least I assume I would since money IS an issue.  I pick massages! No! manicures/pedicures!  No!!! facials!  No! A maid! No! A chef! No! All the camera equipment I currently drool over, I mean covet... no, that didn't do much more for my character than the drooling... um, currently have placed on my wish list that I occassionally happen to glance ever-so-longingly casually at.  A log cabin? How 'bout my own not-too-big-slightly-bigger-than-big-enough home with big yard perhaps on an acreage? OH!  And a nice car or two with his and her Harley Davidsons (only I want mine to be pearl and sparkly - a girl still needs bling even on a hog!)  How about the one luxury item is just a compilation of everything on my list...  please...?

Wednesday, November 17, 2010

A place to hang on to

for some is grief.  We all do it - some just hang on longer.  It seems the longer we hold onto the grief, the longer we think we are holding on to the one we have lost.

I don't say this out of judgement towards anyone because we are all at different places in our lives with different strengths and different abilites and coping skills. I say this because 11 years ago tomorrow, my youngest brother-in-law was killed in a car accident.  When I think about it, I still remember the feeling I got in the pit of my stomach as I answered the phone in those wee hours of the morning, how I knew something was about to happen to alter our lives forever before I even said "hello".

He was 23 years old when his car flipped into a swamp on a very icy Canadian gravel road.  His friend tried to get his seatbelt undone but he couldn't.  He yelled my brother-in-law's head above water for as long as he possibly could before he realized that he desperately needed to run to the neighboring farm in order to get help.  He had to make a decision to let go. It was the hardest decision of his life. 

My in-laws have never, ever gotten over it.  They have pictures of him everywhere in their home - not a single one of their two sons who remain living.  This hurts my husband and his brother immensely (but is not the point).

No parent should EVER have to bury their child - EVER.

My children miss the uncle they have only known through stories and pictures and who Jellybean is named after in one aspect.  They have living uncles who have shown them how wonderful having an uncle is and so, through the love they have and have been given by these two, the kids miss what they have never known.

While this time of year comes up and rears its head as a vicious reminder to my husband of what has been lost, I can say that he doesn't allow that spirit of grief to rule him as I have seen and experienced others do.  We do miss our brother and tomorrow we shall think of him and remember him with much love and fondness and share stories with our children of who he was and the kind of person he was but we can not hang onto the grief... it will do nothing more than eat at any joy we find in our lives because that is how grief operates.

We love you, Peach!

Monday, November 15, 2010

Well, color me stupid!

Altenately titled: A new shade of red.

So there I sat this evening in my car, my two beautiful children sitting in the backseat, at a 4-way stop.  And there I continued to sit as if waiting for some invisible light to turn green... and waited...

...and waited...

....and waited...

for an undetermined length of time. I am thinking about 5-10 minutes.

You know, until someone pulled up behind me and I became painfully aware that I had just sat at a 4-way stop for quite some time.

At least I wasn't sleeping at a red light though... like the time I had worked a double 12-hour shift (a few years ago).  The light turned red; I stopped the car and my blinks got longer and longer until they stopped... {sheepish, guilt-ridden grin} I really don't know how long I stay stopped at the light...  Thankfully, it was very early in the morning so there was no traffic.

It is finished

Complete. Over. Done...

The conference we just had at our church that is. It's all over but yet there is still so much more learning that I will be doing in regards to what was taught.

I will be chewing on this for days - weeks even. (horrible mental image of a cow chewing her cud. You are welcome for the sharing of magical imagery)

It was exhausting. I don't even mean the lack of sleep but the changes that have occurred in my life, thought processes, mind sets... I. Am. Pooped! There is a mental exhaustion that has set in yet my mind and spirit are so wound up I can't begin to settle and allow sleep to come.

I am going to put this IPod away for now. Yes, I am sitting on the edge of my bed typing this after a failed attempt at sleep - merely hoping having an outlet will allow me to sleep and, oh perchance to dream!

Sunday, November 14, 2010

Twisted Tales

So Rush fell down a flight of stairs after missing a couple at the very top.  She has twisted her ankle and is in need of using crutches.

She decided that instead of telling the embarrassing story of how it actually happen, she would twist her twisted ankle tale to make it a fair bit more intresting albeit a downright fib. {grin}
She is, jokingly, telling people that she hurt it while skydiving and her parachute failed to open. "I'm lucky to be alive..."

What a kid!

Same day, she slammed her hand in a glove box.  Yeppers, she is cute. Graceful? Hardly!

Saturday, November 13, 2010

My house smells


The other day I bought these Renuitz Amber Vanilla Crystals and put a containter in one room of each level of my house.  It smells so nice and homey and welcoming in here now.  I love opening the door to smell my home after a long day of work.  It's almost as nice as walking in to smell that supper has been made! {grin}

They aren't too terribly strong and you can increase or decrease the strenght of the scent simply by adding or removing some of the crystals until you have reached your desired scent intensity.  These little crystals are made out of colored and scented sea salt but you will want to keep them out of reach of small children - especially those of the age who like to put things in their mouths. The scent on these crystals apparently last 45 days but I have only had mine for approximately a week (so I don't know how long it will last).  According to their website, you can get these in Canada and the United States. What are you waiting for! 

Now, I think I am going to leave the house, you know, so I have an excuse to come back in and get a nice big whiff of that amber vanilla.  {wink}

P.S. There are quite a few different scents as well if Amber Vanilla just isn't your cup of tea.

*Disclaimer - I have not been endorsed or asked by Renuitz to write this review.  As a matter of fact, I doubt they will ever know it was even written or that anyone who even works there is aware of this teeny little family blog.

Friday, November 12, 2010

5-Question Friday

1. What is the most physically painful thing that has ever happened to you?

My first c-section, which was at a time when they didn't get you out of bed and moving until the next day.  My muscles had seized up and I was walking around like an ape!  (It just took me 4 times to spell which in the right sequence of letters - gah!).  The nurses kept laughing at me because I would move slightly each time I tried all the while chanting "baby steps...)

2. How much sleep do you get at night?

Depends on the night but, most nights I get about 5-6 hours... my body actually wants 8-10.  I usually grunt and groan when the alarm goes off and tell my husband that I am allergic to being vertical...  Yep, he has not "bought" that excuse yet... {sigh}

3. How long did you believe in Santa Claus? How did you find out that he does not exist?

I think until I was 7.  I believe I just figured it out through my cousins and friends at school.

4. What was the last movie you saw in a theater?
Karate Kid with Jayden Smith... What a cutie!  He is definitely his father and mother's son.

5. What do you wear to bed?

I am boring... seriously, boring!  I wear cotton pj pants and a tank top.  In the winter, when the temperatures really drop and my husband still feels the need to sleep with the window open and the fan on {I! AM! NOT! KIDDING! I have woken up to find snow on my bedroom window and floor! CHAAA!} I have added a hoodie, wool socks and a toque (Oh wait, most of my readers are American and I am not sure if you know what a toque is - um, a knit cap?) to bed.

Check out more of the hilarity of 5-Question Friday at Mama M's! Yes, that IS an order! {grin}

Reveal to me who I have become!

To encounter God you need to encounter you and the things in you that are blocking Him.

{Make them known to me.  I want to know you more! Deeper.}

Thursday, November 11, 2010

Much ado about a lot of big things

Today, in Canada, is Remembrance Day.  Today we remember our loved ones and their friends who have and who continue to fight for something bigger than themselves.

Today, I remember my family who fought; I remember your family members/friends who have fought, who are continuing to fight, who have given up their lives, who have offered their lives.

Let us not forget!

Today begins the first day of a four-day conference we are having at CRC, Deep Calls Unto Deep.  I have butterflies in my stomach due to the anticipation I am feeling over what all is going to happen, how lives are going to be changed and impacted, including and especially my own!


Trying to plan Jellybean's 10th birthday.  A whole decade old! Double digits!  No turning back now, baby! The birthday party is to happen towards the end of this month, perhaps the beginning of December.  I guess we will see what our schedule and the schedules of her friends permits.

Wednesday, November 10, 2010

Temporary Fix!!!

I had the whole "bandwidth exceeded" message on my blog.  It only took me approximately a half hour to figure out it was not I who had exceeded bandwidth but the site I had gotten my template from.

I am currently in search of a new, fun template.  So for now, until such time as an appealing one is found, I leave you with slightly bland and boring, kind of jumbled up as far as lay-out of my stuff on the blog but, at least it isn't a bunch of squares saying "bandwidth exceeded update to pro". 

I happen to know that that is nearly impossible for me to do at this point - you know given the fact that I'm not exactly one of the "popular" kids.  {GRIN}

So crisis diverted.  Carry on with your night as planned.  I know I will now.

Organizing & scheduling

I am an organizer, a planner, a list-maker. I need a plan for everything: meal plans, cleaning schedules, work schedules, sitter schedules, bill payment schedules... the list is endless {another example of my list making need - grin}.  If I haven't got things planned, I feel absolutely lost.

But here's the thing...

...and the thing that has been a big pattern or mindset for me to be broken of...

I do not want to be one of those people who have an add-on God.  Yes. An add-on God.  You know where their life, their schedule, their desires are not inconvenienced at all for the sake of another? God is not an add-on to our lives.  We can not simply fit Him into our schedules by giving Him a bit of our time on Sundays. 

A lot of people, around here anyway, don't understand our way of thinking.  We get a lot of "well, don't you spend quality time together as a family?".

Let me answer that simply. Yes, we do spend quality time as a family.  The time we spend together draws us closer, makes us stronger, unifies us.  We worship God together. We have spent hours in our living room crying out, praying to God; we spend a food deal of time discussing what we have learned through our school work, meetings, teachings, devotions, dreams...

...we also snuggle on the couch, giggle, wrestle... the things other families feel is the "normal" way to spend this time.  Now, please don't read into my words.  I, by no means, feel that we are better than you because this is what we do but I do ask to not be judged due to the fact that I don't spend countless hours in a vehicle running my children to dance recitals and hockey practices and all those things that other families do and feel is a normal requirement of life.

Together, our family has chosen to leave our schedules open/pliable...  We have chosen to not fit Him into our lives but for Him to become our life!!!

We plan things with the knowledge that everything is subject to change but that that never means it is never happening - simply put on hold until the very next available time. I am so grateful for a family (especially my children) who have such a burning desire to do what they feel is right.

So I plan and organize to put ease on our family for sudden changes in plans, midnight hour knocks on our door from people who need help, conferences, etc. Making sure that I have a meal plan to ease that time burden, meals that can be cooked in our crock pot or frozen & pulled out, throwing a load of wash in the machine before we leave for work and putting it in the dryer while we eat, making a heap load of sandwiches to store in the freezer so we have the ability to simply come home and to bed after a late night.

I realize not everything can be prepared for in advance and some plans with my family can not be made up for but we choose to set aside our agendas for something much greater than ourselves.  We find it so rewarding and worth it.

Tuesday, November 9, 2010

Brought to tears by his "selfish" request

LB sent us a couple of texts. Texts that he preluded with "I hope this doesn't sound selfish but..."  They made BigDaddy & I cry. 

We are going to see him for Christmas.  He lives 24 hours straight driving away from us, across a national border and a time change.  That suddenly seems really far away.  Anyway, it has been 6 years since we have been with him or he has been with us for Christmas.  SIX years!  Way too long!

So his texts to us were to ask us if we could plan to have Christmas Eve and Christmas Day with just him - none of our friends that live down there.  Yeppers, son.  I like the way that "selfish" text sounds. He is looking forward to his dad's homemade pizza and to my taco dip on Christmas Eve just like the "good ole days" when he lived at home.

I think the countdown is on in our house.

Monday, November 8, 2010

What are we teaching our daughters?

The other day my little, what's remaining at home, family went out for supper at a local fast food restaurant {shocking I know but yes, sometimes we do eat fast food at this house - because, well, there are times we are lazy or run out of time or because we just want to. The end.  GRIN}.

Anyway, I have barely begun my story and have all ready digressed.  {clearing throat, "Let's continue"}
So we are sitting at our little table eating our salad (yesireebob and it wasn't me eating it!), our baked potato and honey bbq boneless wings and our burgers & fries when a mom at a table near us begins to talk to her husband about her, at the moment, unseen daughter.  She is talking about this daughter's ex-boyfriend and her newest boyfriend and the entire time I am expecting to see some 19 year old girl stand up when they go to leave, judging by the conversation and the things this woman states about the relationships.

As they get up to leave, the child, yes, child, is about 12 years old!!!!

What are we saying to our daughters by encouraging them to have boyfriends and how to nastily treat their ex-boyfriends at the sweet, tender age of 12? I honestly do not understand the motivation or desire behind that.  My youngest daughter will be 10 in 3 weeks, 2 years younger than this girl and I can not imagine Jellybean living the life this young girl has.

I find it so sad and yet, I find it explains so much.  Why do we have so many teen moms?  Because if they date, kiss, hold hands, etc and have ex-boyfriends at 12 years old by the time they are 16 they have "been there done that" and are tired of it, looking for newness and... hello! Baby makes 2 and another ex-boyfriend to manipulate, degrade, humilate and flaunt in front of.

Not my daughter! Not the one I have any say in raising. My daughters did not have boyfriends for the sake of having a boyfriend, for the sake of peer acceptance, for the sake of noteriety or, what seems the case of the above mom, a mom living vicariously through the life of her pre-teenager. I have chosen, pledged and covenented (can you conjugate that? because it looks silly right now) to care about the path my daughters choose, to keep them set apart, to raise the standard and to do my utmost to bring them up with different standards for their life.

Let us make it more than a thing of the past to have a 12 year old who has not experienced more "life" than previous generations did by the age of 30. I don't plan to shelter my daughter but I do plan to raise her up with differenent standards and goals for her life...

Sunday, November 7, 2010

Bah Humbug!

Ok, not really! I love "the holiday season"; I mean Christmas.  I simply made that the title of this post because...

...we will not be putting up a tree this year.  Not because we think putting up a tree is "evil" or anything like that.  We aren't putting up a tree this year because, well one, we don't have one.  Our old tree (artificial) was so old and ratty looking that we decided it wouldn't come with us to the new place. Our home is treeless {oh, our poor, children! :D} and that's ok this year.  You know, since we aren't even going to be here on Christmas Day to "enjoy" a tree. (And that would be reason #2)

We decided, as a family, that it would be silly to spend the money on a new tree this year.  We are going to put up our snowmen and lights and whatever other decorations we have that do not involve a plastic evergreen. We will be wintery and glittery and festive and all the like... and of course, we will still have our Family Gingerbread House masterpiece to complete...

You know what I think I am looking forward to the most? I mean aside from the obvious of being with some of our favorite people.  Christmas at The Plaza, the outdoor mall - all decorated all pretty and sparkly and... not at all Scroogish or Grinchy.  Yay!

Saturday, November 6, 2010

Textanese... my love language

You just made a face at your computer didn't you?  You know what kind of face I mean... the one that says "huh" and "that's kind of intriguing"...

Rush doesn't always initiate conversations with us.  If it weren't for texting and facebook I doubt we would talk - other than the spuradic visits that is. Sometimes it does seem like she could just keep going on without showing us that she is thinking of us at all. 

Now, I am not saying that to induce your mama's hearts so y'all feel sorry for me.  I am not looking for pity at all; pity does me no good.  I tell you this because I just want to set the stage as to why I said that textanese was my love language.

I will send texts to my girl everytime I think of her - a little note that says "I love you", "you are loved", "missing you", "morning/night", "have a great day"...  I may not have the ability to converse with her the way I want but I do still have the ability to converse with her and I want to make sure she knows each and every time I am thinking of her and that those thoughts are of nothing but unending, unchanging love.

{Rush, if you ever read this blog, you are loved - nothing is ever going to change that. I love you, baby girl!}

Friday, November 5, 2010


Two days ago my 7 year old son, who is the son of the head of security at our wonderful church {that would be my fabulous husband - just sayin' :P} was long in the face way to soon after hearing that he, along with his family, would be spending Christmas with his big brother. When we began to "pry" what was wrong he burst into tears, wondering who was going to make sure Pastor is okay while we were gone.

After an explanation that daddy is simply a tool that is used to help protect and aid and that he is not the sole protection/ "aider", Bug was able to calm down and realize that he had let his imagination run with him. Shortly after he looked at us with an inquisitive expression and asked, "When will God equip me to be a shield for Pastor and my friends?"

A shield: one who defends or protects.

From the depths of a 7 year old boy's mind...

Thursday, November 4, 2010

Am I Equipped

to be his mother?

Sometimes I wonder that about Bug and Jellybean.  Am I really equipped to be their mom?  God, give me the wisdom, the knowledge, the clarityto be their mom; empower me and equip me.

I don't ask for this because they are some terrible, horrible, no-good kids that wear my energy and patience levels down to the red but because they are just the opposite.  They are not perfect.  I can't begin to claim they are.  However, for the most part, they are two very well behaved children who have moments of "not-ideal behavior" (pretty minor infractions really, but I digress).

I ask this because there are plenty of times that I just don't know if I have the answers that they need.  These two kids are CONSTANTLY thinking, pondering, "what if"-ing and how coming.  The most common phrases used in our house are "what does _________ mean?", "what if" and "why" and they are mainly with a spiritual or philosophical context.  {Usually at 5:30 AM when this mama's brain is still trying to convince her that she is allergic to vertical.}

And what does this creative, ever-so-wise mama answer to her lovelies? Most often, one of the following:

Go ask your dad.


Ask Pastor Kevin tonight.

I know. I can feel your seething jealousy of my creativity and well-informed answers from here {GRIN}

Wednesday, November 3, 2010

In all the excitement

of being able to pay off our bills a funny thing happened. 

I didn't have our cell phone bill in front of me at the time so I just guesstimated at what the amount was.  It had been a couple of months and we have a couple of cell phones on it so I thought $220 would cover it and any residual "left-over monies that probably hadn't been paid.

This morning I wanted to make sure the balance would read zero when they received my payment so I gave them a call.  After a bunch of rigamaroll (yep, totally a word) because my name wasn't on the bill, just BigDaddy's so they wouldn't tell me (I had to pass my phone to him to confirm that "yes, this woman wanting to know the balance to pay the bill is my wife"), the gal on the other end of the phone informed me that our bill was $120. 

Guess, I inadvertently paid next month and a bit of January's cell phone bill.  Too bad they don't send you a nice letter in the mail opposite the one you get with the big red letters that reads "Final Notice".  Wouldn't it be nice if they sent you one that says "Extra Special Notice"?

Know what's nicer than having your bills balance at zero?  Finding out at least one of them is set in the negative dollar figure!

Zero Balance and a Trip to Excitment

Due to unforeseen happenings last month I was unable to do more than make token payment on any of our utility or phone bills. We were also in a place of owing our sitter half of her wage. That was a horrible spot to be sitting in. I loathe the feeling of owing people money. We knew the money would come. Just as we knew the money we had pledged to our church would come. Half of it had and then I lost my glasses, needed new ones and needed to use that money.

We never stopped believing it would come. Or at least neither my husband or I doubted for long or at the same time. Our money came but, before we got it a terrible thing happened to the people who planned to give.

Today $3000 of unsolicited monies came to us. Our pledge is fulfilled, our bill balances stand at 0. The money for the sitter is sitting in a safe spot for me to hand to her tomorrow AND...

We have enough money in savings that we will be driving down to Kansas City to spend Christmas with our son and dear friends!

God is our provider. He answers His promises with yes and amen.
My moments of doubt weigh heavy on my heart.

I will not doubt. With all He has done for us, how could I ever...

Monday, November 1, 2010

Uber busy moms, housewives, business women, house dads...

with your uber busy schedules do you micro-manage schedules in your house?

I'm working on implementing some major reconstruction to the sheduling infrastructure in this house. (using those words just made me feel incredibly powerful - grin)

Why re-invent the wheel? If you have a great idea "let 'er rip".  I mean, please do share!

Friday, October 29, 2010

Gone before you even had it... (ATTN: VERY important)

but only the money part of it - not the testimony.  My testimony of this has NOT been stolen because I refuse, we refuse to be robbed of that. 

The same is not true for the person directly involved in what I am about to disclose to you.  Someone extremely close to us was robbed yesterday of a lot of money.  She answered a phone call to which she was greeted by an upset sounding young man's voice eluding that he was someone she knew very well (and with the upset tone in his voice she thought it very well could be).  This person then began to explain how he and a few of his buddies rented a car, drove to Montreal, got into some pretty serious trouble, got arrested and he needed bail money to sent to his lawyer. Panic stricken, rational thinking was out the window and her only thoughts were to help this person she loved.

She flew out the door and wired, through Western Union, an incredibly large sum of money (the amount that she was going to give to us as a gift in two days - I am not even kidding!) RCMP have been informed.  What can be done is uncertain at this moment. Will the money be returned? In the natural it sure doesn't seem like it.  They even tried to get money out of her a second time - the SAME DAY!!! This time she put a trace on the phone number (what will come of that remains to be seen).

She feels stupid, hurt, wounded, embarrassed, violated and I am only able to scratch the surface with adjectives to describe how she is feeling.

We could feel the same way.  That was, in a sense, our money - set aside for us just waiting for the roadtrip to town to place it in our hands.  It can definitely be used here.  It would put us in a postion where all our bills were paid up to date plus we had money in the bank to go spend Christmas with our son (in another country) who has been without family at Christmas time for the past few years.

Should we be sad, crying, gnashing our teeth?  Certainly we could be.  But we have a solid faith in God and His word says that you will be rewarding 7-fold for what has been taken from you (and we believe that for the victim of this dispicable crime too).  We also know that God took care of us enough to provide that money to us the first time; He certainly has not been robbed of His power and authority to take care of us.  Our faith is not in the money that was taken but in the God that provided it to begin with.

Yesterday, while we explained to the two young kids that there is a possibility that we may not spend Christmas with LB now and their little hearts sank, BigDaddy said to them "Right now, Daddy's wallet is empty".  To which our little firebrand, Jellybean stated, "Yes, Daddy, but God's isn't".  On Sunday, we are celebrating.  What can we possibly have reason to celebrate right now?  We are celebrating and having a party within our family that our God is ALWAYS good and He is ALWAYS just and He will provide for us!

I really want to take this time to talk to your loved ones, especially the elder ones who are involved in any aspect of your life and warn them that this is happening - A LOT!  Set up a password with them.  Which is what we have done with our loved one who was damaged by this particular crime.  If you are in real trouble and you are really asking for help (that involves a bizarre situation or whatever) you can provide a password to them that they can guarantee who you truly are!  Tell them to check stories out before providing credit card information or wiring money.  If the situation is that bad the person will not mind at all waiting 5 minutes for you to call them back so you can sit, think about what you were just told, analyze the entire situation AND verify facts with at least one other person that YOU have contacted yourself so you know with certainty who you are speaking with.

Wednesday, October 27, 2010

Things are a movin' and a shakin'

We just stepped things about a few notches and I am so excited about it!

"We" being our church, CRC.

Up until now we have had Friday evening Corporate Prayer services, which, by the way, have been such a phenomenal time for me, and Sunday morning service with the occassional evening seminar, say on finances or something to that effect. Just recently, we began opening up our corporate prayer team's training nights to the whole congregation for the first half as well.

We are in a brand new atmosphere now, baby, and, as I said before, I am excited to see what is about to happen and what is about to be birthed.

Tuesday night's corporate prayer training is now being moved to Mondays, which frees up my Tuesdays to actually be able to take part in the worship team's practices which have also been, and remain on, Tuesday evenings. Wednesday nights, starting in roughly half an hour, we are having a media night (which entails, well, I guess I will find out in about a half hour just what all it encompasses). Friday evening will return to our regular Friday evening service and then we have Sunday morning service and, in a month's time or so, we will be having streaming videos (hopefully) or simply recordings of panel discussions, interviews - the vision for this is, seemingly, endless!

Why so busy? I simply can't do all these, keep up with work and a family, right?  Well, you're right. I can't. We can't. But we don't rely on your own strength for this.  We will not always have to be at every thing that I have listed and so, with a little planning (such as utilizing my slow cooker more than I EVER have in my entire life) and a lot of prayer and of giving up of our own agendas, it can get done.

Now, stop feeling sorry for me. I find no greater joy (and neither does my husband or Jellybean or Bug) than in offering my life as a living sacrifice - meaning giving up my agenda  for something that is way bigger than I will ever be.

I am so excited about what is about to happen! I will not even begin to say, however, that I am not partly wondering how it will all work as far as juggling schedules and cooking and cleaning and all of those things.  But I do know that it will all fall into whichever place the puzzle piece is supposed to go.

Monday, October 25, 2010

When silliness takes adults over

And when I say "adults" I use the term loosely because I am meaning my brother and me.  We can get pretty goofy when we are together or, as is the case here, caught up in an impromptu rhyming game via text messaging...

It started off with my brother simply texting me saying "Then there were two"
I asked him, "Who bought the boys?"

S: They got ice cream
Me: Was it from a goat?
S:They had to cross with a boat.
Me: But did it float?
S: Only when they crossed the moat.
Me: (for some reason this text is lost and I can't remember what it said)
S: When they got across they sure did gloat.
Me: Until one of them got a frog in his throat.
S: He could get a doctor note
Me: But the doctors office was too remote
S: So they went to see a coyote.
Me: And he was realy cutthroat
S: The old indian told them to chew peyote
Me:And for that he took their last banknote
S: He fed his horse but only one oat
Me: So the horse submitted an idea to "Murder She Wrote"
S: For their father they will dote
Me: But what did their father's lifestyle promote?
S: Only after the vote
Me: How could his business stay afloat
S: You will lose he said and I quote
Me: There was fear one would come to demote
S: It's all coming down to the revote
Me: But did he wear a petticoat

(this is where I began to get desperate and could not think of anymore words...)

S: You can't keep throwing junk in front of words you already said. Fishing boat.
Me: It's a totally new word ;P are you going to revolt?
S: Doesn't rhyme. You lose.

(and this is where I began to grovel and just make stuff up)
Me: Does so... just say the 'l' really fast...

Anyway, I conceded defeat and that he had won fair and square - you know given the fact that I just kept creating "compound words" ending in coat...

We will do this quite often. Not this particular game but just out of the blue, and without there being an actual decision to do so, just begin playing some random game through texting.

Anyone else find themselves doing this?  Anyone... Marco...?  {fade to crickets chirping...}

Friday, October 22, 2010

How Funny is THAT?!!?

I've been saving this little story - not because I wanted to deny you its hilarity but because I seemed to always forget about it or have something else more imminent and timely.

WARNING: This story is quite funny and I would like to pre-warn every reader to put any beverage they may (or may not have) down, swallow what beverage or food item may (or may not) be in their mouths before continuing.  Consider yourself warned.  I am no longer legally responsible for any damage to monitors, keyboards, ipods, etc.

I was paying bills the other day, on-line as I always do, when Jellybean came up to me and asked what I was doing.
Me: Paying bills, honey.

Jellybean: Ugh, why do we have to pay bills anyway!?  What kind of bills are you paying?

Me: Paying the water, the phone, the power, the energy...

Jellybean: You have to pay for energy?!

Me: Yes, hon, you do...

Jellybean: Mom... (wish she still called me 'mama'; her sweet voice uttering that word was music to my mama ears but alas, she thinks almost 10 is too old to call me that now... {insert pouty face here})

Mom... (her little voice trailed off) do you, um, want me to sit down?

Me: (trying not laugh out loud at her innocence) Yes, baby, you should probably sit down.  I think your energy quota has been used up for the month...

How long do you think I can get away with that one? {GRIN}

Thursday, October 21, 2010

I just spent a great deal of time trying to share my heart through a blog post.  I re-read it and, as much as I tried to show my heart and my desires and my passion through it, the words just sounded preachy and judgemental...

...And I never, EVER want to come across that way.

God, show me how to share my heart, that my passion and zeal would be protrayed as such and not as judgement. That my words will NEVER, EVER, EVER misrepresent who You are!

Wednesday, October 20, 2010

You know the White Rabbit...?

Yes, the one from Alice in Wonderland.

This week I have felt somewhat like him.  I haven't been running around  crying, "I'm late! I'm late! I'm late!" but, I have been running around so much that I feel like I am never getting to where I am supposed to be.  A lot has been done - a lot of very productive things. It's just that this week seems to have had a snowball effect: do one thing and it results in a few more boxes to check off on my to-do list. 

It has been great!  I love being productive and all the things I have done or need to do yet are neccessary and a joy to do so there is no stress in my running. It just seems endless...

And that's ok. It's for a season.  Each night I am being refreshed by wonderful sleep - even if it isn't for as long as I think it should be...

Some of the highlights (which will be written about in some form or another in the next few days)
Going on a trip with a few youth to a neighboring town (and all the deer we saw - hundreds!)
Going to The City to see Rush (and meeting her boyfriend)
Going on a date with my husband
Our quest to find furikake without even knowing what it was or looked like
A conversation with Jellybean about what our worship means to God
An impromptu church service

And that is not all...

it has been a great, full week which has meant that this (the blogging part) of my life was putting on silent mode... perhaps for a few days more.  I really am not sure.
Just wanted to let you know, I am not ignoring you.  Really.  It's not you.  It's me.  I promise... Let's be friends...

Oh, wait...wrong conversation. {grin} I will be back, with lots to say, and ready to read all that has been going on in your lives.

Saturday, October 16, 2010

How Beautiful

Last night was a beautiful night of prayer at our church. The presence of God was so sweet and pure. The children began praying for people and I heard my children's voices crying out for people to not leave there the same way they came in, for hope to come, for lives to be changed.

And then a two year old boy began to pray, with a voice so bold, so confident for the fire of God to come...

Last night, my life was changed...

Wednesday, October 13, 2010


when they fight

I force myself to completely ignore them, hoping to "force" them to work it out.

Sometimes they don't
and we need to get involved and mediate...

and sometimes...

they bring closure to their fights in such a beautiful way...

Like tonight, when they decided, on their own, that it would be a much better use of their time to go downstairs to write songs to God instead of fighting...

Would it be too much of me to ask for them to not be arguing over gets to do the writing and who is going to play the drums...?