1. My green Keens. My feet are so in love. I already fantasize about having another pair and which color/style I would choose, which is ridiculous for me to even entertain because they are so stinkin' expensive. Doesn't that prove it's true love? That I would risk sound stewardship for some....shoes?
2. Ellipsis...it allows me to write the way I talk...or at least make the attempt...it works in my head at least.
3. Uncle Wendell's BBQ. Where have you been all my life, Wendell?
4. Marty Casey. This is the closest I will ever get to being one of those crazed Beatles fans. And, technically, I'm over it. But youTube has a way of dredging up the past and I unashamedly admit to watching every single Marty Casey video from RockStar:INXS the other day. I don't care about his other videos. I don't really care about Marty Casey either, but man I loved that show when it aired.
5. Unflooded basements. They're the cat's meow.
Thursday, August 19, 2010
On another note...
this blog is in desperate need of repair. It's in such technical shambles. Squatters may take over soon.
Don't let the tough exterior fool you...
It's been lots of days. I don't know how many exactly. Lots. Enough to adjust one would think. That's all that matters in this little story.
The apartment is supercute. I mean, SOO-PURR-KEWT. Her candle-lighting, toilet-cleaning, toaster oven-cooking, barstool-assembling self is as happy as a lark. And should be. She has her own refrigerator magnets after all.
And her $5 decorative branches from IKEA.
Don't forget her library of seven DVDs.
I would be remiss in not mentioning the Babushka doll salt'n'pepper shakers. Cupcake soap. Her own tiny junk drawer. Rice paper lamp. Her prize Hawkeye Snugli. Snuggi? Whatever. She even has two totem poles. *fist pound to our Cherokee people*
God has led her to an amazing new body of believers. Ohmyland, am I thankful for that.
Did I mention my former 'hood is her new stomping ground? Yeah. It's awesome. She can cruise Ingersoll, frequent the original Campbell's, walk to the Art Center, buy kosher meats at the tiny Jewish grocer and then walk around the corner and have some dirty hashbrowns at the Waveland. She can jog down the very boulevard I tp'd as a teenager. She is blocks from the sandwich I ate every week for three years. (Shout out to Suzie's Surprise!) She can feed the geese at the same cemetery pond where I fed geese. And I know in my heart they are the sons and daughters of the exact geese I fed. *cue Circle of Life*
She can be safe.
She loves it and I am thrilled. Truly and deeply. I am so at rest. Truly. And deeply.
And yet there is this tightness in my chest. A wet spot on my cheek that comes from nowhere. A sharp lump in my throat. Or my heart. I am learning there is really not much difference.
Lean in so you can hear this, Little Blog...sometimes I catch myself not breathing. True story. So far Someone always bypasses that tricky diaphragm of mine and reminds me to take a gulp of air. Or two. Or three.
I know lots of moms sending their sons and daughters off to college. We have not been a part of that universal exodus. My little bird has already left our nest. My heart is going out to each of them though. I want to care for them and check on them and be there for them. And so I will, swallowing that pesky lump as I go.
I am glad we had this chat, Little Blog. Let's just keep that whole breathing thing between you and me.
The apartment is supercute. I mean, SOO-PURR-KEWT. Her candle-lighting, toilet-cleaning, toaster oven-cooking, barstool-assembling self is as happy as a lark. And should be. She has her own refrigerator magnets after all.
And her $5 decorative branches from IKEA.
Don't forget her library of seven DVDs.
I would be remiss in not mentioning the Babushka doll salt'n'pepper shakers. Cupcake soap. Her own tiny junk drawer. Rice paper lamp. Her prize Hawkeye Snugli. Snuggi? Whatever. She even has two totem poles. *fist pound to our Cherokee people*
God has led her to an amazing new body of believers. Ohmyland, am I thankful for that.
Did I mention my former 'hood is her new stomping ground? Yeah. It's awesome. She can cruise Ingersoll, frequent the original Campbell's, walk to the Art Center, buy kosher meats at the tiny Jewish grocer and then walk around the corner and have some dirty hashbrowns at the Waveland. She can jog down the very boulevard I tp'd as a teenager. She is blocks from the sandwich I ate every week for three years. (Shout out to Suzie's Surprise!) She can feed the geese at the same cemetery pond where I fed geese. And I know in my heart they are the sons and daughters of the exact geese I fed. *cue Circle of Life*
She can be safe.
She loves it and I am thrilled. Truly and deeply. I am so at rest. Truly. And deeply.
And yet there is this tightness in my chest. A wet spot on my cheek that comes from nowhere. A sharp lump in my throat. Or my heart. I am learning there is really not much difference.
Lean in so you can hear this, Little Blog...sometimes I catch myself not breathing. True story. So far Someone always bypasses that tricky diaphragm of mine and reminds me to take a gulp of air. Or two. Or three.
I know lots of moms sending their sons and daughters off to college. We have not been a part of that universal exodus. My little bird has already left our nest. My heart is going out to each of them though. I want to care for them and check on them and be there for them. And so I will, swallowing that pesky lump as I go.
I am glad we had this chat, Little Blog. Let's just keep that whole breathing thing between you and me.
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
Hello, Insecurity...
I am almost finished with Beth Moore's new book, So Long, Insecurity, and let me just say that I have never in my life been as insecure about my insecurities as I am right now. I should have known. She admitted to this very thing herself, so I should have seen it coming. But, oh buddy, I had no idea it would hit this hard. I would laugh if it weren't so cotton-pickin' painful and humiliating. OK, typing that made me laugh which confirms there is hope for the future. *laugh*
In an effort to be transparent, I'm going to start listing some of my common psychotic tendencies. Keep in mind this list is not exhaustive even though each and every one of these has completely exhausted me at one time or another. I'm not even sure what's going to come out of this brainstorm so it could get interesting.
*I wonder if I'm a horrible cook if I bring home leftovers from our monthly church potluck. I already KNOW I am not a horrible cook, but it doesn't keep me from wondering.
*When I watch the relating going on between the adults and students at Overflow, I am convinced I am the world's worst youth leader. On the planet. This very, very large planet. I have actually reasoned that I shouldn't quit because I can at least do the grunt work so that all the other wonderful youth leaders will be freed up to do all of their wonderful youth leading.
*If I pour my heart (or brain) out to someone in an email, even a very close friend, and I get no response, I tend to convince myself they are freaked out by my obnoxious candor and their non-response is the least confrontational way they can think to maintain healthy boundaries.
OK, I've decided three examples is enough. Reading it in black and white is...so much worse. *laugh* Father God, you've got your work cut out for you.
In an effort to be transparent, I'm going to start listing some of my common psychotic tendencies. Keep in mind this list is not exhaustive even though each and every one of these has completely exhausted me at one time or another. I'm not even sure what's going to come out of this brainstorm so it could get interesting.
*I wonder if I'm a horrible cook if I bring home leftovers from our monthly church potluck. I already KNOW I am not a horrible cook, but it doesn't keep me from wondering.
*When I watch the relating going on between the adults and students at Overflow, I am convinced I am the world's worst youth leader. On the planet. This very, very large planet. I have actually reasoned that I shouldn't quit because I can at least do the grunt work so that all the other wonderful youth leaders will be freed up to do all of their wonderful youth leading.
*If I pour my heart (or brain) out to someone in an email, even a very close friend, and I get no response, I tend to convince myself they are freaked out by my obnoxious candor and their non-response is the least confrontational way they can think to maintain healthy boundaries.
OK, I've decided three examples is enough. Reading it in black and white is...so much worse. *laugh* Father God, you've got your work cut out for you.
Current Stream of Consciousness
I am just going to let it tumble out freely with no restrictions. I apologize in advance for where that may take us...*laugh*
The latest I Can't Believe It's Not Butter ad campaign has got to be the most ridiculous thing on television. Seriously? Is this for real?
I miss my Grams. Would it be completely wrong to ditch my husband and children and hitch a ride to her farm with my parents? Over Easter weekend? Maybe we should just all go. The farm could boast a pretty awesome Easter egg hunt, that's for sure.
Something is wrong with my neck.
I may regret typing that last thing.
Pancakes. They are awesome. For some reason, I want to eat some with butter and raspberry syrup. Right now. It's OK, though, because there are no pancakes OR raspberry syrup here.
I like Gerard Butler.
I don't like our current educational system. What a farce. A soul-extinguishing, family-destroying corruption. There. I said it. I don't feel quite this strongly on most days, but I'm posting this TODAY and I did say I was going to let tumble out in its most natural state.
I think I would like to do some crafts with the boys tomorrow. Maybe watercolor painting. Or pastel drawing. Something.
I have two daughters going to prom this year. I am excited for them. They are going to have so much fun dressing up and I am glad they get to go together.
It's very late now.
The latest I Can't Believe It's Not Butter ad campaign has got to be the most ridiculous thing on television. Seriously? Is this for real?
I miss my Grams. Would it be completely wrong to ditch my husband and children and hitch a ride to her farm with my parents? Over Easter weekend? Maybe we should just all go. The farm could boast a pretty awesome Easter egg hunt, that's for sure.
Something is wrong with my neck.
I may regret typing that last thing.
Pancakes. They are awesome. For some reason, I want to eat some with butter and raspberry syrup. Right now. It's OK, though, because there are no pancakes OR raspberry syrup here.
I like Gerard Butler.
I don't like our current educational system. What a farce. A soul-extinguishing, family-destroying corruption. There. I said it. I don't feel quite this strongly on most days, but I'm posting this TODAY and I did say I was going to let tumble out in its most natural state.
I think I would like to do some crafts with the boys tomorrow. Maybe watercolor painting. Or pastel drawing. Something.
I have two daughters going to prom this year. I am excited for them. They are going to have so much fun dressing up and I am glad they get to go together.
It's very late now.
Thursday, February 25, 2010
Today in Words...
Three posts in one day. I know. Weird. But I'm not sleepy and I have some things swimming in my brain.
*I am reading So Long Insecurity by Beth Moore. Very good so far. Read something today that was exactly the truth I need. I love it when that happens.
*I made granola today. My kids are excited.
*All prepared for Bible study. It's one of my favorite feelings.
*Also sort of reading Captivating. "Sort of" because I don't have a copy. Both Mara and Sophie are reading it right now and I occasionally snag one of their copies and do some reading of my own. It resonates. Enough that I am pondering/praying over inviting some people to officially read it with me.
*Little Caesar's has come to Ames. This makes me happy. Crazy Bread makes me happy.
*I am having some painful back issues. Grrrrr. I wish I didn't have such high tolerance for pain and discomfort. It makes it difficult for me to discern when it's time to see a doctor.
*An internet friend from New Zealand has lost a tremendous amount of weight and now he is appearing on local talk shows. I am so excited for him. His name is Kepa Tairua. And I know how to pronouce it correctly.
*I think I grow attachments to people too easily. Or something like that. I don't know any other way to be, though. Lord, show me my heart in this and then if need be replace it with Yours.
*I love menu planning. I used to do it every week on a website for stay at home moms. Tomorrow we are having frozen pizza because there is a basketball game. Frozen pizza is not so compelling. *laugh*
Sleep needs me now.
*I am reading So Long Insecurity by Beth Moore. Very good so far. Read something today that was exactly the truth I need. I love it when that happens.
*I made granola today. My kids are excited.
*All prepared for Bible study. It's one of my favorite feelings.
*Also sort of reading Captivating. "Sort of" because I don't have a copy. Both Mara and Sophie are reading it right now and I occasionally snag one of their copies and do some reading of my own. It resonates. Enough that I am pondering/praying over inviting some people to officially read it with me.
*Little Caesar's has come to Ames. This makes me happy. Crazy Bread makes me happy.
*I am having some painful back issues. Grrrrr. I wish I didn't have such high tolerance for pain and discomfort. It makes it difficult for me to discern when it's time to see a doctor.
*An internet friend from New Zealand has lost a tremendous amount of weight and now he is appearing on local talk shows. I am so excited for him. His name is Kepa Tairua. And I know how to pronouce it correctly.
*I think I grow attachments to people too easily. Or something like that. I don't know any other way to be, though. Lord, show me my heart in this and then if need be replace it with Yours.
*I love menu planning. I used to do it every week on a website for stay at home moms. Tomorrow we are having frozen pizza because there is a basketball game. Frozen pizza is not so compelling. *laugh*
Sleep needs me now.
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
Hahahaha...
The date is messed up on the last post because I just now posted it even though I wrote it some time ago. The only reason this is funny to me is because the point of the post was to post drafts and it too was a draft for about four weeks. This is actually not funny at all. I'm just explaining and for some reason called it funny, even though it was only just mildly amusing. If that. And who am I explaining this to? Uhhhhh...no one. It's just me in here.
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