Q. What do you call a fish with two knees?
A. A two-knee fish.
(For those who are slow... a tuna fish)
A. A two-knee fish.
(For those who are slow... a tuna fish)
31 July, 2007
30 July, 2007
Ten!
Yippee! After 8 weeks of working out, I'm proud to say that I've lost 10 pounds.
It has not come easy... in fact, I've been working my butt off (literally!) and eating differently, but it has all been worth it.
I don't expect the next 10 pounds (or even 5 pounds) to come off as quickly, but at least I know I can do it.
Yay for me!
It has not come easy... in fact, I've been working my butt off (literally!) and eating differently, but it has all been worth it.
I don't expect the next 10 pounds (or even 5 pounds) to come off as quickly, but at least I know I can do it.
Yay for me!
29 July, 2007
27 July, 2007
26 July, 2007
The No Spin Zone
As you know, I joined the YMCA about 8 weeks ago. And let me say, that I love it. I love working out and I love being able to drop my kids off for a 1.5-2 hours each day while they play with other kids. It is truly a WIN-WIN!
I've lost weight, I feel great and wearing a bathing suit is no longer a daunting experience. Mama's got her bounce back!
So, when I saw a class that the Y offers for people who want to learn how to do Spinning (or Cycling) Classes, called "Begin to Spin", I signed up for it! I mean, I can 'begin' to spin, right?
The first few classes we barely even got on the bike. There were about 12 people taking the class and we mostly talked about form, posture, bike set up, etc. Truthfully, I was getting a little bored.
Then, we slowly began learning skills, like interval training, climbing hills, endurance and sprinting. I noticed that the class attendance started to drop and that my bum was really sore.
Last night, we had our 2nd to last class in our training course and put all of the training skills together. Oh, and there were only five people in the class - does that tell you something?
Let me tell you that "Yes!", I survived the class, but my bum did not. I can barely walk today. I even have one of those fancy double padded gel bike seats and STILL! My rear could not take it.
Everyone tells me that once you get the butt callouses, spin class is fun. Butt callouses? Fun? Maybe another time.
So, I think I've entered the "No Spin Zone".
I'll attend the last class, because that is the kind of person I am... I stick with my commitments. But, will I attend the regular (non-beginner) spin class? Yeah, I don't know.
I'll check with my bum and get back to you.
I've lost weight, I feel great and wearing a bathing suit is no longer a daunting experience. Mama's got her bounce back!
So, when I saw a class that the Y offers for people who want to learn how to do Spinning (or Cycling) Classes, called "Begin to Spin", I signed up for it! I mean, I can 'begin' to spin, right?
The first few classes we barely even got on the bike. There were about 12 people taking the class and we mostly talked about form, posture, bike set up, etc. Truthfully, I was getting a little bored.
Then, we slowly began learning skills, like interval training, climbing hills, endurance and sprinting. I noticed that the class attendance started to drop and that my bum was really sore.
Last night, we had our 2nd to last class in our training course and put all of the training skills together. Oh, and there were only five people in the class - does that tell you something?
Let me tell you that "Yes!", I survived the class, but my bum did not. I can barely walk today. I even have one of those fancy double padded gel bike seats and STILL! My rear could not take it.
Everyone tells me that once you get the butt callouses, spin class is fun. Butt callouses? Fun? Maybe another time.
So, I think I've entered the "No Spin Zone".
I'll attend the last class, because that is the kind of person I am... I stick with my commitments. But, will I attend the regular (non-beginner) spin class? Yeah, I don't know.
I'll check with my bum and get back to you.
25 July, 2007
Some Semblance of Normalcy
Kyla has a sparkling personality!
Why do I say this? Because while Elisan was away visiting her grandparents, she shined! She was funny, bouncy, silly, talkative, happy and sweet. I've always known that Kyla was all of those things... and more! But, oftentimes, she is overshadowed by her big sister.
It was a strange and remarkable transformation on Sunday as I picked Elisan up from her week long stay. Kyla, of course, was ecstatic to see Elisan and they hugged and kissed and danced around, excited to see each other. But, as soon as the "newness" wore off, Kyla turned into a crying lump of an emotional mess... clingy, weepy, sad, etc. because they immediately began to fight and Elisan even told her, that she didn't love her anymore.
After having sat Elisan down and told her that what she said was hurtful and wrong, nothing changed. They still fought.
So! What'd I do? I cut our trip short by two days, packed up our stuff and headed home.
Five hours later, we were home and everything was back to normal. No crying, no whining, no fussing, no fighting.
I realized that the culmination of Elisan having a week of no structure OR routine turned her into a little bully. And, Kyla having had a week of structure and routine AND 100% of my undivided attention turned her into an emotional mess.
So, we're back to my little semblance of normalcy. All is right in our world again.
I'm tellin' you... I'm always having light bulb moments!
Why do I say this? Because while Elisan was away visiting her grandparents, she shined! She was funny, bouncy, silly, talkative, happy and sweet. I've always known that Kyla was all of those things... and more! But, oftentimes, she is overshadowed by her big sister.
It was a strange and remarkable transformation on Sunday as I picked Elisan up from her week long stay. Kyla, of course, was ecstatic to see Elisan and they hugged and kissed and danced around, excited to see each other. But, as soon as the "newness" wore off, Kyla turned into a crying lump of an emotional mess... clingy, weepy, sad, etc. because they immediately began to fight and Elisan even told her, that she didn't love her anymore.
After having sat Elisan down and told her that what she said was hurtful and wrong, nothing changed. They still fought.
So! What'd I do? I cut our trip short by two days, packed up our stuff and headed home.
Five hours later, we were home and everything was back to normal. No crying, no whining, no fussing, no fighting.
I realized that the culmination of Elisan having a week of no structure OR routine turned her into a little bully. And, Kyla having had a week of structure and routine AND 100% of my undivided attention turned her into an emotional mess.
So, we're back to my little semblance of normalcy. All is right in our world again.
I'm tellin' you... I'm always having light bulb moments!17 July, 2007
One is the loneliest number
Single child bliss began yesterday around 8:30 a.m., when the grandparents and Elisan left for her week-long trip back home.
That morning, Kyla and I went to the gym and she played with the kids there. She said she had a lot of fun... but, she didn't eat her snack. Must've been because Elisan wasn't there to tell her it was time to eat.
We came home, ate lunch, then headed out to the pool. We were there maybe 30 minutes. Why? Because Elisan wasn't there to play with and mommy wasn't a good enough playmate.
The afternoon slowly passed with a couple of art projects, a snack that was not eaten, and then she finally settled on watching Elisan's favorite movie. Meanwhile, she didn't quite "get it" that Elisan wasn't coming home and kept asking when Elisan was coming home.
Dinner rolled around, and she didn't eat dinner. Randy said it was like a dog who doesn't eat when it's master isn't home.
This morning, when she woke up, her first question was "Where's Elisan?" and when I told her, she said, "Why?" She did eat a little breakfast this morning and seems to be a little more like herself.
I didn't realize how much of an impact Elisan has on Kyla's little life. I think this week will be long and drawn out for her. One is the loneliest number.
That morning, Kyla and I went to the gym and she played with the kids there. She said she had a lot of fun... but, she didn't eat her snack. Must've been because Elisan wasn't there to tell her it was time to eat.
We came home, ate lunch, then headed out to the pool. We were there maybe 30 minutes. Why? Because Elisan wasn't there to play with and mommy wasn't a good enough playmate.
The afternoon slowly passed with a couple of art projects, a snack that was not eaten, and then she finally settled on watching Elisan's favorite movie. Meanwhile, she didn't quite "get it" that Elisan wasn't coming home and kept asking when Elisan was coming home.
Dinner rolled around, and she didn't eat dinner. Randy said it was like a dog who doesn't eat when it's master isn't home.
This morning, when she woke up, her first question was "Where's Elisan?" and when I told her, she said, "Why?" She did eat a little breakfast this morning and seems to be a little more like herself.
I didn't realize how much of an impact Elisan has on Kyla's little life. I think this week will be long and drawn out for her. One is the loneliest number.
15 July, 2007
14 July, 2007
As if I needed another thing to annoy me...
If you've been a reader of my blog for any length of time, you know I detest poor cell phone etiquette and people who yak on their phones constantly while driving.
If you need a refresher course on how badly it irritates me, you can read about it here and here.
My newest cell phone pet peeve... as if, there could be another one... is people who talk on their cell phone AT THE GYM - WHILE WORKING OUT.
Let me repeat... WHILE THEY ARE WORKING OUT for crying out loud.
Can you please remove that appendage... um, cell phone, from your body for one hour while you work out?
And the people who are on their phones seem to be oblivious to the people around them who are trying to have an enjoyable workout.
Leave the phone in your locker, in your car... somewhere! But, please don't bring it into the gym. Have a little respect for those around you.
There. I feel better now.
If you need a refresher course on how badly it irritates me, you can read about it here and here.
My newest cell phone pet peeve... as if, there could be another one... is people who talk on their cell phone AT THE GYM - WHILE WORKING OUT.
Let me repeat... WHILE THEY ARE WORKING OUT for crying out loud.
Can you please remove that appendage... um, cell phone, from your body for one hour while you work out?
And the people who are on their phones seem to be oblivious to the people around them who are trying to have an enjoyable workout.
Leave the phone in your locker, in your car... somewhere! But, please don't bring it into the gym. Have a little respect for those around you.
There. I feel better now.
13 July, 2007
Summer Trip
No... my family is not getting ready for a summer trip. That would mean that Randy would have to actually take vacation days AND spend money at the same time. (Sorry, hun... but, it's true and you know it!)
However, Elisan will be leaving bright and early Monday morning, with Randy's folks to spend a week with them. This is 5 year old heaven.
All week, she's been counting down the days and asking me when we can start packing up the suitcase. She's ready!
And, I'm ready! Yes, that's right. I said I'm ready.
I'm ready for some "down time" with my baby girl. Kyla has been ultra clingy the last several weeks and Randy and I seem to think that it's because KM has had to share me with her sister over the last 7 weeks since school has been out.
Don't get me wrong... KM has loved having Elisan here to play with, but make no mistake... Elisan is very dominant and demanding and I'm sure KM is getting just a wee bit tired of it. (I know I am.)
So, a much needed break is in store for everyone! And, then... let the de-programming begin.
To My Big Girl:
I'm gonna miss you!
I hope you have so much fun.
Run your grandparent's ragged, okay?
Love you!
Mommy
(P.S. Summer is more than half-way over... when Elisan returns from her week long trip, she'll only have 5 more weeks until school begins.)
However, Elisan will be leaving bright and early Monday morning, with Randy's folks to spend a week with them. This is 5 year old heaven.
All week, she's been counting down the days and asking me when we can start packing up the suitcase. She's ready!
And, I'm ready! Yes, that's right. I said I'm ready.
I'm ready for some "down time" with my baby girl. Kyla has been ultra clingy the last several weeks and Randy and I seem to think that it's because KM has had to share me with her sister over the last 7 weeks since school has been out.
Don't get me wrong... KM has loved having Elisan here to play with, but make no mistake... Elisan is very dominant and demanding and I'm sure KM is getting just a wee bit tired of it. (I know I am.)
So, a much needed break is in store for everyone! And, then... let the de-programming begin.
To My Big Girl:
I'm gonna miss you!
I hope you have so much fun.
Run your grandparent's ragged, okay?
Love you!
Mommy
(P.S. Summer is more than half-way over... when Elisan returns from her week long trip, she'll only have 5 more weeks until school begins.)
11 July, 2007
09 July, 2007
Rough Weekend
I don't know, but something went awry over the weekend and we never quite recovered from it...
You know that old sayin', "something must've been in the water" or something like that, because everyone was getting on everyone's nerves on Saturday and Sunday.
Randy was constantly telling me to 'settle down' or 'you're too stressed out', etc. and the girls were fighting non-stop. If they weren't yelling at each other, I was yelling at them. Literally.
Just ask Randy how much fun I am to be around when I start yelling.
And, to top it off, nothing was ever good enough for my precious (or should I say precocious) nearly six year old. The crafts were not good enough, the game was not long enough, the movie was not right, the shopping did not involve buying her something new, the restaurant wasn't right... you get the gist.
And, finally... the rain. But, finally... I think we're going to see a turnaround this week in the deluge of rain we've had the last few weeks. Yippee!
There's nothing more enjoyable than two kids who are literally wiped out from a day's worth of swimming. It's mom-bliss.
So! Tomorrow? We swim. And then poop out on the couch! They'll be too tired to fight and I'll be too tired to care.
Then, we'll do it again on Wednesday!
You know that old sayin', "something must've been in the water" or something like that, because everyone was getting on everyone's nerves on Saturday and Sunday.
Randy was constantly telling me to 'settle down' or 'you're too stressed out', etc. and the girls were fighting non-stop. If they weren't yelling at each other, I was yelling at them. Literally.
Just ask Randy how much fun I am to be around when I start yelling.
And, to top it off, nothing was ever good enough for my precious (or should I say precocious) nearly six year old. The crafts were not good enough, the game was not long enough, the movie was not right, the shopping did not involve buying her something new, the restaurant wasn't right... you get the gist.
And, finally... the rain. But, finally... I think we're going to see a turnaround this week in the deluge of rain we've had the last few weeks. Yippee!There's nothing more enjoyable than two kids who are literally wiped out from a day's worth of swimming. It's mom-bliss.
So! Tomorrow? We swim. And then poop out on the couch! They'll be too tired to fight and I'll be too tired to care.Then, we'll do it again on Wednesday!
08 July, 2007
Bows, bows and more bows!
My favorite "how-to" websites posted a new entry on how to make those cute little pin-wheel bows. For some reason, I was never able to figure out how to make these little hair bows with the tails opposite of each other.
My attempts at these bow always ended up looking flat and the tails were at the bottom - not diagonal of each other.... until... FINALLY, a gal named Steph submitted step-by-step instructions on how to make these super cute bows!
(You can also find the step-by-step instructions that I submitted last year on this same website!)
I made medium bows for Elisan and small ones for KM. The medium bows only required 1/2 yard (or 18 inches) of the 1.5 inch grosgrain ribbon - about $.75/each at my favorite craft store Hobby Lobby. The smaller bows are made of 1/2 inch ribbon pieces that I already had on hand.
So cute! I can't wait to make some more!
My attempts at these bow always ended up looking flat and the tails were at the bottom - not diagonal of each other.... until... FINALLY, a gal named Steph submitted step-by-step instructions on how to make these super cute bows!
(You can also find the step-by-step instructions that I submitted last year on this same website!)
I made medium bows for Elisan and small ones for KM. The medium bows only required 1/2 yard (or 18 inches) of the 1.5 inch grosgrain ribbon - about $.75/each at my favorite craft store Hobby Lobby. The smaller bows are made of 1/2 inch ribbon pieces that I already had on hand.
So cute! I can't wait to make some more!
06 July, 2007
Honky!
I'm a honker. Or, a honky... whatever suits you the most.
But, let me say, that I reserve my horn blowing for the most desperate of measures. Like... when someone is about to pull out in front of me, or merge into my lane of traffic or side-swipe me.
I never honk just to be mean. But, I am not afraid to honk my horn. That is, until today.
Today, I was at the gas station, putting some air into my nearly flat tire. As I was pulling out my my spot, another car began to zoom into my lane from the gas tank lane. She clearly did not see me as she zipped ahead of me - as she was not looking in my direction. So? What'd I do. I honked my horn. I wanted her to know, that "Hey! I just had to slam on my brakes because you weren't paying attention!"
So, what happened next? SHE slammed on her brakes, right in front me and swung her door open and hopped out waving her arms and walking right up to the vehicle.
I immediately locked the doors and put my hand up to the glass and drove away. Leaving her standing there.
Of course, as I drove away, I was completely and utterly shocked. I mean, what we her intention of storming up to my vehicle like that? To fight me? Verbally assault me? Who does that, anyway?
And, also, did she think that I was just going to sit there and "let her" accost me? Um... woman, you are out of your vehicle, I'm in mine. No brainer, there.
So, as I drove away, I thought, "Wow, this would be a great blog entry!" So, there it is, folks... I'm a honky! Are you a honky?
Share your "honking-gone-bad" stories here!
04 July, 2007
02 July, 2007
How to Make a Blog Banner
This is a great tutorial on how to make a blog banner!
Bought to you by Everyday Digital Scrapbooking.
Go forth and create!
P.S. - I just recently purchased Adobe Elements. However, I created all of my banners in Scrapbook Factory 3.0.
Bought to you by Everyday Digital Scrapbooking.
Go forth and create!
P.S. - I just recently purchased Adobe Elements. However, I created all of my banners in Scrapbook Factory 3.0.
01 July, 2007
First Date!
Randy and Elisan had their very first date on Saturday night! Randy took Elisan out to eat at her favorite restaurant, Macaroni Grill.
Elisan was so excited all week about her very special Daddy Date! They both had a great time!
Elisan was so excited all week about her very special Daddy Date! They both had a great time!
29 June, 2007
28 June, 2007
Green Eyed Monster
The green eyed monster has emerged. No! I'm not referring to me - although, I am green-eyed and can be a monster to live with... especially when I'm PMS'ing.
No, this green-eyed monster is jealousy.
There has always been some form of competition between Elisan and Kyla. I figured it was sibling rivalry in it's infancy. It would begin as a little kiss here, a hug there, that when the other one would see that they were missing out on some mommy luv'in, they'd rush over and get in on the action. That's normal, right?
But, lately it's like Elisan has a stop watch and practically times the amount of time I'm spending with Kyla Mae and compares it with the amount of time I am spending with her.
(The nerve of me, to spend one extra minute tucking Kyla Mae into bed at night!)
And, the worse part of it all... she calls me out on it. There's nothing better than being called out by your 5 year old, let me tell you.
When Elisan whines that I've spent more time with Kyla Mae, I have to remind her that she was almost two years old before Kyla Mae was born and that she did not have to share me for two whole years! Yep, you guessed it... that didn't work.
So, since I'm being monitored now on the number of kisses, hugs and time spent with each child, I better be more diligent about my time management.
No, this green-eyed monster is jealousy.
There has always been some form of competition between Elisan and Kyla. I figured it was sibling rivalry in it's infancy. It would begin as a little kiss here, a hug there, that when the other one would see that they were missing out on some mommy luv'in, they'd rush over and get in on the action. That's normal, right?
But, lately it's like Elisan has a stop watch and practically times the amount of time I'm spending with Kyla Mae and compares it with the amount of time I am spending with her.
(The nerve of me, to spend one extra minute tucking Kyla Mae into bed at night!)
And, the worse part of it all... she calls me out on it. There's nothing better than being called out by your 5 year old, let me tell you.
When Elisan whines that I've spent more time with Kyla Mae, I have to remind her that she was almost two years old before Kyla Mae was born and that she did not have to share me for two whole years! Yep, you guessed it... that didn't work.
So, since I'm being monitored now on the number of kisses, hugs and time spent with each child, I better be more diligent about my time management.
25 June, 2007
Weekend of Friends
I had a nice weekend.
I traveled to Houston and was able to squeeze in visits with two of my close friends.
First off, I visited Angie, a friend from college. We worked at the same law firm in college and attended the same university. I was the Maid of Honor in her wedding and she was the Matron of Honor in my wedding.
This past weekend was her baby shower for their first child. I wouldn't have missed it for the world and I'm so glad I was able to go. It was great seeing her and I can't wait to meet the newest addition to their family.
After the shower, I visited my closest friend, Mrs C. who moved away last year. I remember meeting Cyndi for the first time in the neighborhood as she was taking her 6 week old baby for a stroll. (That "baby" is now five!) We became fast friends and haven't stopped talking and laughing since.
Elisan also had a lot of fun with Mrs C.'s kids. So much so, that she didn't want to go home. In fact, I had to promise her another trip back to visit Mrs C. so she would "forgive" me from taking her home.
I would have liked to have spent more time with them both, but I am grateful for the time we had.
I traveled to Houston and was able to squeeze in visits with two of my close friends.
First off, I visited Angie, a friend from college. We worked at the same law firm in college and attended the same university. I was the Maid of Honor in her wedding and she was the Matron of Honor in my wedding.
This past weekend was her baby shower for their first child. I wouldn't have missed it for the world and I'm so glad I was able to go. It was great seeing her and I can't wait to meet the newest addition to their family.
After the shower, I visited my closest friend, Mrs C. who moved away last year. I remember meeting Cyndi for the first time in the neighborhood as she was taking her 6 week old baby for a stroll. (That "baby" is now five!) We became fast friends and haven't stopped talking and laughing since. Elisan also had a lot of fun with Mrs C.'s kids. So much so, that she didn't want to go home. In fact, I had to promise her another trip back to visit Mrs C. so she would "forgive" me from taking her home.
I would have liked to have spent more time with them both, but I am grateful for the time we had.
22 June, 2007
Musings of a 5 year old
It's no secret that Elisan is a worrier. She gets that from me, I am sad to admit.Most of our conversations revolve around her worrying about something and questioning the possible outcomes, etc.
Here's a prime example...
Today, we are heading to Ms. C's house for a weekend trip. She has worried herself (and me!) about this trip all week.
Earlier in the week, she asked me what was she going to do if Ms. C didn't have the kind of cereal that she liked to eat for breakfast. I told her that I'm sure Ms. C would have plenty of selections to choose from and that she needn't worry about it.
But, of course, it didn't stop there...
"Well, Mommy, I like waffles. Maybe Ms. C can make me waffles for breakfast."
Me, "We'll see. I'm sure she'll have stuff that you like."
Elisan, "Or, maybe you can call her and see if she can buy some 'K' cereal for me."
Me, "Elisan, how about we not worry about it anymore."
(Insert lightbulb moment here...) Elisan, "Or, maybe... I can just eat what Joey likes to eat! That would be a great idea, right Mommy?"
Me (exasperated!), "Yes! That's a great idea!"
20 June, 2007
UNSUBSCRIBE
How did I get to this place? How is it that my in-box is overflowing with merchant emails touting "free shipping" here and "offer ends today" there?
I have just spent the last 20 minutes un-subscribing myself from merchant email lists. Everything from A-Z (or at least "BizRate" to "Zagats")
Freedom! Feels good!
I challenge you to de-clutter and unsubscribe today!
I have just spent the last 20 minutes un-subscribing myself from merchant email lists. Everything from A-Z (or at least "BizRate" to "Zagats")
Freedom! Feels good!
I challenge you to de-clutter and unsubscribe today!
One big heaping of A-T-T-I-T-U-D-E, please...
Galatians 6:7
"Be not deceived; God is not mocked: for whatsoever a man soweth, that shall he also reap.
I tell you what, my God is a smart God. I mean, he knows what he is talking about.
So, the question at hand is: Why am I shocked that MY daughter is exhibiting signs of major attitude?
If only I had the time (effort and energy) to catalog all of the occurrences of B.A. in this household, you too, would be shocked. But, let's not forget that tried and true biblical truth:
Yes, that's right. I too, exhibited B.A. in my parent's house growing up.
I think my mom would agree, that my B.A. years didn't begin until... oh, around 16... don't ya think, Mom? So, imagine my surprise when my FIVE year old begins to toss around "HMMPHS!" when she doesn't get her way - or, better yet... when she does get her way.
Or, the times when she will she will make everyone in the house miserable because - again, she doesn't get her way. The fact that she knows how to do that, amazes me. I don't think I learned the silent treatment until waaay into my adolescent years.
Oh, and this is a good one... when she is sitting in time-out and the timer will go off and I announce to her that she may get up from time out, she will just sit there, glaring at me and continue to stay in the time-out spot. And what do I do? I reset the timer for another 5 minutes because I'm not going to let my five year old even "think" she has the upper hand. Yep, that works on her every time.
I'm not going to lie here, folks... I still have attitude issues. Just ask my husband, or mom, or friends. But, perhaps now is the time to get control of my emotions and stop the B.A. If not for my own sake, but for the sake of the sanity of our household, because KM isn't far behind Elisan in the attitude department. And two girls...?
(LIGHTBULB MOMENT HERE: So wait... Randy wasn't joking when he said he was going to buy a patch of land and pitch a tent to escape to? )
"Be not deceived; God is not mocked: for whatsoever a man soweth, that shall he also reap.
I tell you what, my God is a smart God. I mean, he knows what he is talking about.
So, the question at hand is: Why am I shocked that MY daughter is exhibiting signs of major attitude?
If only I had the time (effort and energy) to catalog all of the occurrences of B.A. in this household, you too, would be shocked. But, let's not forget that tried and true biblical truth:
YOU REAP WHAT YOU SOW
Yes, that's right. I too, exhibited B.A. in my parent's house growing up.
I think my mom would agree, that my B.A. years didn't begin until... oh, around 16... don't ya think, Mom? So, imagine my surprise when my FIVE year old begins to toss around "HMMPHS!" when she doesn't get her way - or, better yet... when she does get her way.
Or, the times when she will she will make everyone in the house miserable because - again, she doesn't get her way. The fact that she knows how to do that, amazes me. I don't think I learned the silent treatment until waaay into my adolescent years.
Oh, and this is a good one... when she is sitting in time-out and the timer will go off and I announce to her that she may get up from time out, she will just sit there, glaring at me and continue to stay in the time-out spot. And what do I do? I reset the timer for another 5 minutes because I'm not going to let my five year old even "think" she has the upper hand. Yep, that works on her every time.
I'm not going to lie here, folks... I still have attitude issues. Just ask my husband, or mom, or friends. But, perhaps now is the time to get control of my emotions and stop the B.A. If not for my own sake, but for the sake of the sanity of our household, because KM isn't far behind Elisan in the attitude department. And two girls...?
(LIGHTBULB MOMENT HERE: So wait... Randy wasn't joking when he said he was going to buy a patch of land and pitch a tent to escape to? )
18 June, 2007
What's Cooking!
Last week, I was doing a search on Food Network for a yummy, fresh tomato pasta sauce. And, guess what? I found THE recipe for the best fresh tomato pasta sauce! Look no further!Plus, the beauty of this recipe is that you don't cook the sauce. It's light and easy for Summer.
Angle Hair With Fresh Tomato Sauce
Recipes adapted from Gourmet Magazine
2 cups seeded, and coarsely chopped Roma tomatoes
1/2 cup extra virgin olive oil
1 cup firmly packed fresh basil leaves, minced
1 cup firmly packed fresh parsley leaves, minced
3 tablespoons freshly grated Parmesan
3 garlic cloves, or to taste, minced
2 teaspoons salt
1 pound angel hair
Fresh parsley to garnish
**Optional: 1 tblsp small capers
Make tomato sauce:
In a bowl combine well all the sauce ingredients and let the sauce stand at room temperature, covered, for at least 1 hour. Toss with hot cooked pasta.
** I added the capers to my rendition and it was yummy!
**I also sauteed some shrimp and served along with the pasta. A definite must!
13 June, 2007
One Huge Milestone!
Elisan lost her very FIRST tooth tonight at church!Here's my snaggle-tooth beauty!
08 June, 2007
Dinnertime
Dinnertime at my house has become my least favorite times of my day.
For those who know me, know that I love to cook. It is one of my favorite things to do. I love new recipes, I love grocery shopping and I love using new ingredients that I've never used before. And, of course, I love to eat!
So, one would assume that dinnertime at my house would be a DINING EXPERIENCE, not a DINING DISASTER.
Here's how dinner goes down at my house.
1. Elisan immediately scoffs at whatever it is that I place before her. It could be macaroni and cheese, topped with whipped cream and chocolate sprinkles... she will still complain. (Okay, not really, but it is ALMOST that bad!)
2. As soon as the first bite is taken by Elisan, she begins the, "How many bites do I have to eat until I get _________" fill in the blank here, folks - Popsicle, ice cream cup, etc. I mean seriously... it's with every bite. "How many more bites, now?" AH!
3. Oh, yeah... and the dessert thing... I'm already aware of the fact that she expects desserts after dinner and how baaaaad that is, but hey! If it gets her to eat the good stuff, then a Popsicle ain't gonna hurt her.
4. Kyla is learning all of these wonderful traits from her big sis, so we have to hear the little mockingbird in the background echoing her sister's complaints.
5. Elisan and Kyla duel over who gets to talk and apparently whoever speaks the loudest gets to dominate the conversation. This while Randy and I have trying to have a conversation about the day, etc.
6. Elisan is constantly up and down from her seat. When we are not telling her to "eat the food on your plate" or "use your inside voice" or "it's Mommy's turn to talk now", then we are telling her to "sit down" or "get back to the table".
7. Kyla Mae does not usually spill her water, but two nights ago, she spilled her water TWICE. Why? Because she insists on keeping it in front of her plate, not behind it. It's a miracle she doesn't spill it every night.
I've always known how important it is to sit down at the dinner table and share a meal as a family. That was standard practice at mine and Randy's homes. And, I wish I could enjoy dinner time more. The fact is though, that by the time dinner rolls around, I'm exhausted from the day and spent at least an hour preparing dinner, so all I want to do is sit down and enjoy it -- but, I can't.
So the remedy? There is none. We stay on the status quo path, because it's like Randy says, "One day, they won't want to talk to us."
For those who know me, know that I love to cook. It is one of my favorite things to do. I love new recipes, I love grocery shopping and I love using new ingredients that I've never used before. And, of course, I love to eat!
So, one would assume that dinnertime at my house would be a DINING EXPERIENCE, not a DINING DISASTER.
Here's how dinner goes down at my house.
1. Elisan immediately scoffs at whatever it is that I place before her. It could be macaroni and cheese, topped with whipped cream and chocolate sprinkles... she will still complain. (Okay, not really, but it is ALMOST that bad!)
2. As soon as the first bite is taken by Elisan, she begins the, "How many bites do I have to eat until I get _________" fill in the blank here, folks - Popsicle, ice cream cup, etc. I mean seriously... it's with every bite. "How many more bites, now?" AH!
3. Oh, yeah... and the dessert thing... I'm already aware of the fact that she expects desserts after dinner and how baaaaad that is, but hey! If it gets her to eat the good stuff, then a Popsicle ain't gonna hurt her.
4. Kyla is learning all of these wonderful traits from her big sis, so we have to hear the little mockingbird in the background echoing her sister's complaints.
5. Elisan and Kyla duel over who gets to talk and apparently whoever speaks the loudest gets to dominate the conversation. This while Randy and I have trying to have a conversation about the day, etc.
6. Elisan is constantly up and down from her seat. When we are not telling her to "eat the food on your plate" or "use your inside voice" or "it's Mommy's turn to talk now", then we are telling her to "sit down" or "get back to the table".
7. Kyla Mae does not usually spill her water, but two nights ago, she spilled her water TWICE. Why? Because she insists on keeping it in front of her plate, not behind it. It's a miracle she doesn't spill it every night.
I've always known how important it is to sit down at the dinner table and share a meal as a family. That was standard practice at mine and Randy's homes. And, I wish I could enjoy dinner time more. The fact is though, that by the time dinner rolls around, I'm exhausted from the day and spent at least an hour preparing dinner, so all I want to do is sit down and enjoy it -- but, I can't.
So the remedy? There is none. We stay on the status quo path, because it's like Randy says, "One day, they won't want to talk to us."
05 June, 2007
Pressing forward!
Back in April, I blogged about a major life choice that Randy and I are currently facing.
We are still in that place of indecision, but I am more open to discuss it now.
Randy will likely be asked to take a temporary job assignment in China. The job assignment would likely for two years. I am tempted to say "only two years", but I am having a hard time wrapping my mind around the thought that we could be living in China for two years - give or take.
The job has not been offered, but realistically, he is the most qualified for it. It is only a matter of time before the business contracts are finalized and the deals are closed, and at that point, we assume that the offer will be made.
So here I am... waiting.
We've done the overseas job assignment before, but it was in Europe. And let's be honest... Europe is a far cry from China.
Because there are so many unknowns about China, I can't even imagine what life would be like there. My mind is swimming with all of these various scenarios - true or made up. It is mind boggling.
I could blah, blah, blah about it all day long, but whining about the unknown is fruitless.
So, I wait. And pray. And believe that God will guide our decision about this major life choice.
We are still in that place of indecision, but I am more open to discuss it now.
Randy will likely be asked to take a temporary job assignment in China. The job assignment would likely for two years. I am tempted to say "only two years", but I am having a hard time wrapping my mind around the thought that we could be living in China for two years - give or take.
The job has not been offered, but realistically, he is the most qualified for it. It is only a matter of time before the business contracts are finalized and the deals are closed, and at that point, we assume that the offer will be made.
So here I am... waiting.
We've done the overseas job assignment before, but it was in Europe. And let's be honest... Europe is a far cry from China.
Because there are so many unknowns about China, I can't even imagine what life would be like there. My mind is swimming with all of these various scenarios - true or made up. It is mind boggling.
I could blah, blah, blah about it all day long, but whining about the unknown is fruitless.
So, I wait. And pray. And believe that God will guide our decision about this major life choice.
04 June, 2007
It's fun to stay at the Y-M-C-A
I've joined the local YMCA! Why?
Well, for a two fold reason!
I need to get in shape. I haven't worked out in YEARS and I need to do something that is for me and my overall health.
Second... well, this is for purely selfish reasons... but the kids need something to do and mom just ain't cutting it around here!
Elisan's school schedule was so crammed packed with activities all day long, that she had no time to be bored at school. Here? She is bored by 9:00 a.m.
So, at the YMCA there is an amazing area for the kids to play in. Plus, there is even open gym time, where they get to play basketball, etc.
It's a win-win! And what better motivator to get to the gym, than have your kids beg you to go - so they can play?
Works for me!
30 May, 2007
The one that didn't get away!
Here's my father and me (and the dog, Teddy) with my BIG CATCH of the day!
Pretty impressive huh?
Pretty impressive huh?
I wouldn't even hold up my BIG CATCH!I know... I'm a chicken!
24 May, 2007
Time flies
Um, wow. May is almost over.
It is true that time flies when you are having fun... or, is it more appropriate to say that the older you get, the quicker time flies.
We've been super busy the last couple of weeks and I'm anxiously awaiting the long lazy days of Summer. Is anyone else? I just want to rest. Not have anywhere to go, no deadlines to meet, no traffic to sit in, no homework to help with... nothing, nada, zip. I'm ready for some down time!
I'll see you at the pool!
It is true that time flies when you are having fun... or, is it more appropriate to say that the older you get, the quicker time flies.
We've been super busy the last couple of weeks and I'm anxiously awaiting the long lazy days of Summer. Is anyone else? I just want to rest. Not have anywhere to go, no deadlines to meet, no traffic to sit in, no homework to help with... nothing, nada, zip. I'm ready for some down time!
I'll see you at the pool!
15 May, 2007
Finally!
Whoohooo... I finally have my new floors!
Kitchen Before
Kitchen After
Living Room Before
Living Room During
Living Room After13 May, 2007
Mother's Day
The girls and I as we celebrated Mother's Day today!Yes, that's a chicken dish, if you are wondering.
Last week, Elisan was goofing off and broke my green milk glass hen salt dip. I must admit, I LOVED that hen. It was Randy's grandmother's salt dip that we inherited. I don't know why I loved it so much, but, I did.
Well, Elisan told Randy that for Mother's Day, she wanted to buy me something "glass" to replace the broken hen dish. I told Randy about an antique mall in town that sells much of anything and that I've seen hen covered salt dip dishes before.
So, off they went to the antique mall yesterday. As it turned out, there were 3 to choose from. This is the one Elisan chose.
Let me just say, that while it may not have been my first choice as a decor' item, it was to Elisan and that's all that matters to me! Look at that proud smile on her face! One day, she'll inherit it from me.
Ironically, it matched the outfit I was wearing today!
Last week, Elisan was goofing off and broke my green milk glass hen salt dip. I must admit, I LOVED that hen. It was Randy's grandmother's salt dip that we inherited. I don't know why I loved it so much, but, I did.
Well, Elisan told Randy that for Mother's Day, she wanted to buy me something "glass" to replace the broken hen dish. I told Randy about an antique mall in town that sells much of anything and that I've seen hen covered salt dip dishes before.
So, off they went to the antique mall yesterday. As it turned out, there were 3 to choose from. This is the one Elisan chose.
Let me just say, that while it may not have been my first choice as a decor' item, it was to Elisan and that's all that matters to me! Look at that proud smile on her face! One day, she'll inherit it from me.
Ironically, it matched the outfit I was wearing today!
Welcome my friend, Charlotte!
My dear friend from Denmark, Charlotte, has started a blog! Yippee!
Check out her blog at At home with Charlie!
Don't worry... there is English translation!
Check out her blog at At home with Charlie!
Don't worry... there is English translation!
09 May, 2007
What a pain in the neck!
No, literally... what a pain in the neck!
I have had a crick in my neck for oh...over 10 days. And, I've been in an Ibuprofen high for at least 7 of those days.
Is it possible to have a crick for that long? Or am I just trying to convince myself it is only a crick? Oh, did I mention the tingling sensation sometimes felt down my shoulder blade once the drugs wear off?
Might be time to go to the doctor, but for what? Only for him to tell me to take drugs or get some exercise.
Randy thinks it is my memory foam pillow. I THINK NOT! I love that pillow and it can't be... no... it WILL NOT be the fault of my wonderful pillow!
So, the pressing question is... any home remedies for a pain in the neck?
I have had a crick in my neck for oh...over 10 days. And, I've been in an Ibuprofen high for at least 7 of those days.
Is it possible to have a crick for that long? Or am I just trying to convince myself it is only a crick? Oh, did I mention the tingling sensation sometimes felt down my shoulder blade once the drugs wear off?
Might be time to go to the doctor, but for what? Only for him to tell me to take drugs or get some exercise.
Randy thinks it is my memory foam pillow. I THINK NOT! I love that pillow and it can't be... no... it WILL NOT be the fault of my wonderful pillow!
So, the pressing question is... any home remedies for a pain in the neck?
04 May, 2007
The Far Part
It's official... I'm sick of the far part.
I'm sick of seeing woman constantly sweeping their hair over their foreheads to create the far part look. And, I'm sick of seeing hair in women's eyes, because of the far part.
People... your hair doesn't have to be in your eyes. BRUSH IT BACK, or OVER, or something... just get it out of your face.
Ahem.
I'm sick of seeing woman constantly sweeping their hair over their foreheads to create the far part look. And, I'm sick of seeing hair in women's eyes, because of the far part.
People... your hair doesn't have to be in your eyes. BRUSH IT BACK, or OVER, or something... just get it out of your face.
Ahem.
03 May, 2007
Level of Responsibility
This post is going to come off like I'm a brat, but I wonder if there are other people out in this world who feel the same way I do.
The other day, KM and I went to lunch at our local Chick-fil-a. We had just sat down with our food and I was busy getting everything out and ready to eat. The next thing I know, is a mom comes running up to the play area glass door to rescue her 1ish old little boy, who apparently did not have enough strength to open the door. Yet... in the process, he managed to get his arm between the door and the jamb. He was not making a sound, so I didn't know what had happened until the mom came running up to rescue him. HOWEVER, the mom looked at me like I was a sorry worthless person because I was sitting right next to the play area, yet did not hop up from my seat to help him out before she got there.
Seriously, I didn't hear him and even the woman at the next table over, commented that he didn't even make a whimper.
Sitting there, in semi-guilt, I was reminded of an event that occurred last summer while at the swimming pool.
I was sitting on the steps of the pool with my friend, who also has two children, and we were watching the kids play in the shallow end. Elisan had just learned how to swim, so I was keeping a close watch over her, while keeping an eye on KM to make sure she wasn't drifting in the way of the older kids splashing around us.
Meanwhile, a family of about 12 were playing a very loud and boisterous game of Marco Polo and it was moving in our direction. One of the kids in the group was in our vicinity and began bouncing up and down and making a lot of noise too, but I didn't pay much attention because they were all so loud and well...boisterous.
The next thing I see, is one of the older kids yelling for their dad to help the boy. The dad jumped in and grabbed the boy and brought him to the side of the pool.
The dad then proceeded to yell at us for not helping his kid, since he was obviously struggling in the water and were closer than he was. He said, "Wasn't it obvious to you that he was needing help and couldn't swim?"
In a fit of anger, I said, "NO! It wasn't. I was too busy watching my OWN kids. How am I to know that YOUR kid can't swim. He's not wearing a floating device!" Ooooh! I was HOT!
So, my question is... what is the level of responsibility of a stranger? And when is it appropriate to step in or not step in? Do you, as a parent (or heck... a person!) expect a level of courtesy from strangers regarding safety issues?
I guess, to answer my own question - yes, I expect a fraction of a level of safety courtesy. I cannot be in all places at all time and it is nice to know that a stranger may see a hidden danger I may not see.
HOWEVER, I watch my kids when they are playing on the playground, swimming in a pool, riding their bikes, etc. I don't just let them run wild without supervision.
So, what do you think? Am I being oversensitive?
The other day, KM and I went to lunch at our local Chick-fil-a. We had just sat down with our food and I was busy getting everything out and ready to eat. The next thing I know, is a mom comes running up to the play area glass door to rescue her 1ish old little boy, who apparently did not have enough strength to open the door. Yet... in the process, he managed to get his arm between the door and the jamb. He was not making a sound, so I didn't know what had happened until the mom came running up to rescue him. HOWEVER, the mom looked at me like I was a sorry worthless person because I was sitting right next to the play area, yet did not hop up from my seat to help him out before she got there.
Seriously, I didn't hear him and even the woman at the next table over, commented that he didn't even make a whimper.
Sitting there, in semi-guilt, I was reminded of an event that occurred last summer while at the swimming pool.
I was sitting on the steps of the pool with my friend, who also has two children, and we were watching the kids play in the shallow end. Elisan had just learned how to swim, so I was keeping a close watch over her, while keeping an eye on KM to make sure she wasn't drifting in the way of the older kids splashing around us.
Meanwhile, a family of about 12 were playing a very loud and boisterous game of Marco Polo and it was moving in our direction. One of the kids in the group was in our vicinity and began bouncing up and down and making a lot of noise too, but I didn't pay much attention because they were all so loud and well...boisterous.
The next thing I see, is one of the older kids yelling for their dad to help the boy. The dad jumped in and grabbed the boy and brought him to the side of the pool.
The dad then proceeded to yell at us for not helping his kid, since he was obviously struggling in the water and were closer than he was. He said, "Wasn't it obvious to you that he was needing help and couldn't swim?"
In a fit of anger, I said, "NO! It wasn't. I was too busy watching my OWN kids. How am I to know that YOUR kid can't swim. He's not wearing a floating device!" Ooooh! I was HOT!
So, my question is... what is the level of responsibility of a stranger? And when is it appropriate to step in or not step in? Do you, as a parent (or heck... a person!) expect a level of courtesy from strangers regarding safety issues?
I guess, to answer my own question - yes, I expect a fraction of a level of safety courtesy. I cannot be in all places at all time and it is nice to know that a stranger may see a hidden danger I may not see.
HOWEVER, I watch my kids when they are playing on the playground, swimming in a pool, riding their bikes, etc. I don't just let them run wild without supervision.
So, what do you think? Am I being oversensitive?
01 May, 2007
30 April, 2007
Go-Go Girl
Elisan has now affectionately nicknamed Kyla Mae, "Go-Go".
Not sure how it was coined, but Kyla Mae now answers to Go-Go.
However, truthfully, I think KM would answer to anything, since I just tested this theory and called out to her as "Co-Co".
Yep, she answered.
Not sure how it was coined, but Kyla Mae now answers to Go-Go.
However, truthfully, I think KM would answer to anything, since I just tested this theory and called out to her as "Co-Co".
Yep, she answered.
26 April, 2007
Did I just say I missed Minnesota?
This week I volunteered at my church as it hosted a conference that welcomed pastors from around the world. While there, I had the opportunity to meet and speak with our former pastor of the church we attended while living in Minnesota.
It was such a neat experience to get to talk to him and hear about the growth of their church. That church was one of the few things that I enjoyed while we lived there.
It almost... almost.... made me miss Minnesota... just a teency wheency bit. But, I got over that real quick!
It was such a neat experience to get to talk to him and hear about the growth of their church. That church was one of the few things that I enjoyed while we lived there.
It almost... almost.... made me miss Minnesota... just a teency wheency bit. But, I got over that real quick!
23 April, 2007
Milk Glass
My friend Leigh Ann, over at The Pink Kitchen asked me to blog about my milk glass collection. And, although it is not huge, it is impressive - if I do say so myself!
First up is a rose embossed plate with scalloped edges.
It looks lovely on my red painted kitchen walls.
(Maybe I could start a blog - The Red Kitchen?)
Next is a small oval serving plate and a set of salt and pepper shakers.
I love this sugar bowl and the ladle.
Here's the matching creamer.
Large water pitcher.
Here's the ensemble.
I have two styles of glasses - six each.
This candy dish holds Q-tips in the bathroom.
This is a vintage Avon bottle.
I love this footed fruit bowl. I bought it off of eBay for $.99...
okay, shipping was $10.00, but still... a great deal!
Hobnail candle holder - I think... anyone know for sure?
Set of taper candle holders.
These really neat plates with the art deco design
are from Leigh Ann herself.
Along with the mugs and the trivet below.
First up is a rose embossed plate with scalloped edges.It looks lovely on my red painted kitchen walls.
(Maybe I could start a blog - The Red Kitchen?)
Next is a small oval serving plate and a set of salt and pepper shakers.
I love this sugar bowl and the ladle.
Here's the matching creamer.
Large water pitcher.
Here's the ensemble.
I have two styles of glasses - six each.
This candy dish holds Q-tips in the bathroom.
This is a vintage Avon bottle.
I love this footed fruit bowl. I bought it off of eBay for $.99...okay, shipping was $10.00, but still... a great deal!
Hobnail candle holder - I think... anyone know for sure?
Set of taper candle holders.
These really neat plates with the art deco designare from Leigh Ann herself.
Along with the mugs and the trivet below.
So, that's it. I'm still wanting at least one more piece from my collection and it is a milk glass hen salt dip dish. My mom has it, but she hasn't given it to me yet. I do, however, have a glass hen salt dip dish in green... but, the white one is the one I want!
P.S. - All of the dishes, unless otherwise noted, are from Randy's grandmother's collection that were given to us.
P.S. - All of the dishes, unless otherwise noted, are from Randy's grandmother's collection that were given to us.
20 April, 2007
One of my favorite foods is Boudain. If you aren't from around these parts, then you probably don't know what it is, so click here and get educated...
Today, as I was preparing lunch I pulled out the boudain from the 'fridge and KM starting jumping up and down, saying, "Boo-dee, boo-dee, boo-dee!"
After a moment, I finally realized that in her own cute three year old way, she was sayin' boudain.
Fast forward 10 minutes later and I'm on the phone with my mom while we're having lunch. It's KM's turn to talk and my mom asked her what she was eating. Imagine her surprise when KM said, "Boo-dee."
So, my question is... was that a boo-dee call?
(Okay, that was just bad and wrong!)
18 April, 2007
Fast Walker
I am a fast walker.
I walk fast, even when I am not in a hurry. I walk fast in the parking lot, at the grocery store, at the mall, at church, even at home.
My poor children are usually dangling behind me, as I hurriedly walk from here to there.
I even push a cart load of groceries through the store fast. And I can't stand getting behind someone who is not pushing their cart with equal vigor!
I love escalators, but they are not fast enough, so I usually take them like stairs. Who can resist getting to the top even faster?
I cannot stand getting behind a row of 4 or more people as their bodies take up the entire expanse of a walkway. I mean, c'mon... who in their right mind does that? Not to mention the fact, that they are usually walking slower so they can all get in on the conversation.
Or, getting behind a person, and all of a sudden... they STOP in their tracks. That's worse than slow walking!
I don't know why I am a fast walker. Maybe it's because I'm a fast talker. Or a fast thinker? Maybe I have to walk fast to keep up with my thoughts? Who knows...
All I know, is that if you are in front of me and you are walking slow... you better watch out. I might bump your bottom with my grocery cart... (accidentally, of course!)
I walk fast, even when I am not in a hurry. I walk fast in the parking lot, at the grocery store, at the mall, at church, even at home.
My poor children are usually dangling behind me, as I hurriedly walk from here to there.
I even push a cart load of groceries through the store fast. And I can't stand getting behind someone who is not pushing their cart with equal vigor!
I love escalators, but they are not fast enough, so I usually take them like stairs. Who can resist getting to the top even faster?
I cannot stand getting behind a row of 4 or more people as their bodies take up the entire expanse of a walkway. I mean, c'mon... who in their right mind does that? Not to mention the fact, that they are usually walking slower so they can all get in on the conversation.
Or, getting behind a person, and all of a sudden... they STOP in their tracks. That's worse than slow walking!
I don't know why I am a fast walker. Maybe it's because I'm a fast talker. Or a fast thinker? Maybe I have to walk fast to keep up with my thoughts? Who knows...
All I know, is that if you are in front of me and you are walking slow... you better watch out. I might bump your bottom with my grocery cart... (accidentally, of course!)
17 April, 2007
The Pit
Have you ever admired someone from afar? Like, that person who when they walk into a room, all heads turn in her direction. And, it is not because she is strikingly beautiful, but because there is buoyancy in her step, a smile on her face or a laugh to be heard. This is the kind of person I admire.
I recently met a person I have long admired. She is that person I just described. But, to add to that, she is the kind of person you want to be friends with. She never meets a stranger and it friendly to everyone. Her family is picture perfect, along with the doting husband.
However, just this week, she confided in me, something that is haunting. She told me that has been recently been dealing with extreme depression.
Talk about a reality check. It reminded me, that just because we look like we have it all together on the outside, we can be falling apart on the inside. It also reminded me, that without warning we can fall into that same pit.
I recently listened to a teaching by Beth Moore called "Get Out of that Pit!" Let me tell you, if you have never heard Beth Moore teach, you are missing out. I encourage fellow Christian believers to download and listen to all of her teachings.
She is such a poignant teacher that I literally burst into tears listening to her lessons on life and words of encouragement.
I now look at my new friend differently. Not because I feel sorry for her, but because I can relate to her. None of us are perfect, even if we try hard to put up that front. I hope all of my friends out there know that I love them just for who they are, no matter what the circumstances. And I hope the same holds true for me.
I recently met a person I have long admired. She is that person I just described. But, to add to that, she is the kind of person you want to be friends with. She never meets a stranger and it friendly to everyone. Her family is picture perfect, along with the doting husband.
However, just this week, she confided in me, something that is haunting. She told me that has been recently been dealing with extreme depression.
Talk about a reality check. It reminded me, that just because we look like we have it all together on the outside, we can be falling apart on the inside. It also reminded me, that without warning we can fall into that same pit.
I recently listened to a teaching by Beth Moore called "Get Out of that Pit!" Let me tell you, if you have never heard Beth Moore teach, you are missing out. I encourage fellow Christian believers to download and listen to all of her teachings.
She is such a poignant teacher that I literally burst into tears listening to her lessons on life and words of encouragement.
I now look at my new friend differently. Not because I feel sorry for her, but because I can relate to her. None of us are perfect, even if we try hard to put up that front. I hope all of my friends out there know that I love them just for who they are, no matter what the circumstances. And I hope the same holds true for me.
11 April, 2007
Life Choices
I've been away for the last few days. Not away from home, but away in my thoughts.
I've not blogged much this week because my mind have been on other things.
Randy and I are at a fork in the road right now and we're trying to decide which path to take. It's not necessary that I go into all of the details now, but trust me... it's a doo-zy!
So, all of my thoughts have been consumed with this fork-in-the-road-thingy and not on blogging. My apologies to the millions of readers out there that tune into my thoughts daily.
But, just so you know... our marriage is as strong as ever, so don't even go down that wretched path...
I've not blogged much this week because my mind have been on other things.
Randy and I are at a fork in the road right now and we're trying to decide which path to take. It's not necessary that I go into all of the details now, but trust me... it's a doo-zy!
So, all of my thoughts have been consumed with this fork-in-the-road-thingy and not on blogging. My apologies to the millions of readers out there that tune into my thoughts daily.
But, just so you know... our marriage is as strong as ever, so don't even go down that wretched path...
08 April, 2007
Happy Easter
We're in the middle of an Arctic Blast, so I didn't take these pictures today! But, here are my girls posing for an Easter picture.
This digital layout design can be downloaded here for free!
This digital layout design can be downloaded here for free!
07 April, 2007
06 April, 2007
Good Friday
I'm sitting here at my computer, with the window open, listening to my girls swing back and forth on the swing set. They are giggling, singing songs and playing pretend.
The cool breeze is blowing over my arms as I'm typing and I hear the song birds in the distance.
It is Good Friday.
The day that Christ died on the cross for my sins, so that I could be forgiven and have everlasting life.
Today, over 2000 years ago, a man, Christ Jesus, was crucified on a cross. A cross, with nails bore into His hands and feet. A man died for me. He died for my girls. He died for my family. He died for you.
And because he died for me, I'm free.
Like everyone else this Easter holiday, I will be making preparations for Easter... dying eggs, gathering goodies for the Easter basket and planning a huge dinner for my family.
Yet, I won't forget the cross. The beautiful cross that is a symbol of my salvation.
The cool breeze is blowing over my arms as I'm typing and I hear the song birds in the distance.
It is Good Friday.
The day that Christ died on the cross for my sins, so that I could be forgiven and have everlasting life.
Today, over 2000 years ago, a man, Christ Jesus, was crucified on a cross. A cross, with nails bore into His hands and feet. A man died for me. He died for my girls. He died for my family. He died for you.
And because he died for me, I'm free.
Like everyone else this Easter holiday, I will be making preparations for Easter... dying eggs, gathering goodies for the Easter basket and planning a huge dinner for my family.
Yet, I won't forget the cross. The beautiful cross that is a symbol of my salvation.
03 April, 2007
Boys! So soon?
A while back, one of Elisan's classmate's parents approached me giggling, "We want to meet Bryce's (not his real name - you know... to protect the innocent and all...) future mother-in-law."
I'm like... "huh?"
They go on, "Oh, Bryce talks about Elisan all the time. He even says he's going to marry her when he gets old enough."
Now, I'm all for the love-of-my-life-I'm-going-to-marry-them-one-day story..., but hey... this is Kindgergarten... STEP OFF!
So, I giggle with them, feigning excitement and never really thought about it until...
Yesterday, Elisan brought home a present. It was shoved down in her backpack in a crumpled gift bag. I opened it up and what do you know? It was a picture, in a frame of her classmate Bryce. IN. A. FRAME.
Ahem.
So, I ask her. Hey, Elisan what's this? She says, "Oh. Bryce gave that to me."
I probe further, "Did he give everyone in class a picture?"
She replies, "No, just me."
Me, "-----." (Speechless -- yes, can you imagine, for those who know me?)
So, I ask you, internet world... this is weird, no? Am I over-reacting?
I mean, I like Bryce, I like his mom. So what that Bryce likes Elisan. Who wouldn't? She's a great kid. But, wow... so soon.
So soon.
Needless to say, Elisan wasn't fazed. She still thinks boys are silly and stinky. Hun, I've got news for you... they still are.
I'm like... "huh?"
They go on, "Oh, Bryce talks about Elisan all the time. He even says he's going to marry her when he gets old enough."
Now, I'm all for the love-of-my-life-I'm-going-to-marry-them-one-day story..., but hey... this is Kindgergarten... STEP OFF!
So, I giggle with them, feigning excitement and never really thought about it until...
Yesterday, Elisan brought home a present. It was shoved down in her backpack in a crumpled gift bag. I opened it up and what do you know? It was a picture, in a frame of her classmate Bryce. IN. A. FRAME.
Ahem.
So, I ask her. Hey, Elisan what's this? She says, "Oh. Bryce gave that to me."
I probe further, "Did he give everyone in class a picture?"
She replies, "No, just me."
Me, "-----." (Speechless -- yes, can you imagine, for those who know me?)
So, I ask you, internet world... this is weird, no? Am I over-reacting?
I mean, I like Bryce, I like his mom. So what that Bryce likes Elisan. Who wouldn't? She's a great kid. But, wow... so soon.
So soon.
Needless to say, Elisan wasn't fazed. She still thinks boys are silly and stinky. Hun, I've got news for you... they still are.
01 April, 2007
Yummy Food!
With grilling season upon us, I wanted to share one of my favorite cream sauces that we put on top of grilled chicken and serve over a bed of angel hair pasta.
This sauce is very versatile and can be used as a dip, served with chips or veggies!
Chipotle peppers can be found in the Mexican food section of your grocery store.
Enjoy!
Chipotle Cream Sauce
2 chipotle chiles (from a can) plus 1 T. of their adobo sauce
4 Tablespoons cilantro, finely chopped
1 Cup sour cream
1 clove garlic
1/4 teaspoon cumin powder
1/4 teaspoon white pepper, freshly ground
1 teaspoon fresh lime juice
1/2 teaspoon salt or to taste
Mix ingredients well in blender to smooth consistency. This can be made ahead of time and kept covered in the refrigerator. Serve at room temperature. This sauce will work well on grilled chicken or pork.
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