Monday, October 18, 2010

In Which It Becomes Apparent That I Am Not a Blogger. And a Recipe.

Not that it wasn't apparent before now...I am neglecting this space. Not sure what's up with that, exactly. I enjoy writing, and this is a good place to do it.


Since I'm feeling fall-ish and festive, I'm posting a recipe for pumpkin cheesecake/pie dessert. If you are visiting from Mom to the Screaming Masses...hello! And thanks for stopping by!

Double Layer Pumpkin Pie

4 oz softened cream cheese
1 T milk
1 T sugar
1 1/2 C cool whip
1 prepared graham cracker crust
1 C cold milk
1 small can pumpkin
2 (4 serving size) pkgs vanilla instant pudding and pie filling
1 t cinnamon
1/2 t ginger
1/4 t ground cloves
(can substitute pumpkin pie seasoning for the spices)

Mix cream cheese, milk, and sugar in a bowl. Gently stir in whipped topping. Spread into the bottom of the crust. 
Pour 1 C milk into a bowl. Add pumpkin, pudding mixes, and spices. Beat until thoroughly mixed. Spread over cream cheese layer.
 Refrigerate 4 hours before slicing.

I would like to figure out how to make the recipe "printable." I found a site that is very informative and I think that even I will be able to figure out how to do it, but I won't be doing it now...ummm...10 pm after a long day? No. So, for this one you'll have to copy and paste it. I'm sorry for the inconvenience. Maybe next time I post a recipe it'll be in a printable format. 

Oh yeah...I'm not a blogger. Maybe there won't be a next time! 

(But probably there will be.)

Sunday, August 29, 2010

Happy Anniversary to my Parents

Happy Anniversary!

I want to take this...the occasion of your fiftieth wedding anniversary, to send a note to thank you for your example of constancy and longevity.

Having been married myself for 26 years I know that marriage is not always easy, but I also know that it's more than worth the struggles that it sometimes involves. Especially in a society such as today's, marriage is often thrown away for a "better" option. I want to thank you for demonstrating to me that longevity in marriage is the best option, as evidenced by your lives. You both have been an example to me over the years of enjoying each other, overcoming obstacles, staying committed to one another and loving one another for better or for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish; until death do you part.

What a joy it must be to be able to say you've been married for fifty years! What a privilege and joy it is to me to be able to say that my parents have been married for fifty years!


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Saturday, August 21, 2010

I've gone visiting again!

I'm posting here today!

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A Day in Pictures

Saturday, August 21, 2010

Does this mean that fall is coming? The bites taken out of this by ??? must mean it's not poisonous...but I'm not going to break out the garlic and butter to find out!

I know I haven't been posting much besides these little snippets of my daily life lately, but I week. Promise! You can see just my "Day in Pictures" posts all together on that on it on the upper right of my sidebar.

Tuesday, August 17, 2010

A Day in Pictures

A snipped, a slice, a tiny piece of my everyday life...

My husband has a remote controlled helicopter. It was a gift from our son for Father's Day or his birthday or something...or both! He loves it! I can always tell when he's taking a break from studying because I hear the helicopter buzzing around the house. It doesn't always stay in the air though...
Tuesday, August 17, 2010

By the way, on this day, seventeen years ago, we arrived in England to pastor our first church! Wasn't that just last week? I looked away for a sec and seventeen years went by!

Monday, August 16, 2010

A Day in Pictures

A snippet, a slice, a tidbit of some tiny part of my day.

 I walked out the door to church yesterday evening with half a cup of coffee in my favorite mug. I finished the coffee before I went through the gate out to the driveway, and I parked the mug on the fence so I wouldn't have to take an empty cup in the car, then promptly forgot it was there until I went out early this morning before it was fully light. I already had this morning's coffee in hand but alas! I was not able to drink it out of my favorite mug! Now, however, it is clean, and awaiting tomorrow's coffee!
Monday, August 16, 2020

Friday, August 13, 2010


This weekend I'm taking part in an online writing course sponsored by the lovely Kate. I did the same workshop last month and discovered some "hidden treasure" in my heart that I wanted to record on paper. I had a hard time though, possibly because I'm not in the habit of writing regularly, not to mention really writing from my heart. This time around I'm working on getting my emotions (mostly about growing older) coherent in my mind so I can journal them. Though I guess that's all part of journaling...the coherent and the incoherent! Goodness knows that the emotions of a woman are sometimes the farthest thing from coherent!! Haha! Also, I'm cautious about what to share here, because this is such a public forum and I tend to be a private person about what's going on in the depths of my heart. I'm not sure if that's a good thing or a bad thing but it is what it is.


I'd like to share a quote by Dr. Susan Love (surgeon and proponent of breast cancer research) that has made me think deeply about this season of my life:

As women, we're lucky because we are reminded in a very physical way that this is mid-life, so we can re-evaluate what we are and where we are going...It's very healthy to view menopause as a chance to recharge and rebuild.

This pretty much sums up what I believe concerning mid-life as women. I think we have many reference-point opportunities throughout our life to evaluate and re-evaluate, but menopause has to be one of the if not the most poignant. What a wonderful opportunity! A challenge, to be sure, but an opportunity none the less.

For me, it's a time when my two of my three children have grown up and moved out on their own to pursue their own lives and destinies, and my youngest is grown, soon to be moving out as well. I've looked at myself with myriad emotions and finally come to the understanding that I am not defined by my children. I am not defined by my husband. I am not even defined by myself!

By the way, away with all women's magazines, articles, and popular thinking that declare the need for "Me time!" and "I need/must have/ have to"....fill in the blank. Today's society and culture are super duper geared toward women placing themselves first. "If I don't take care of myself I won't be able to take care of anyone else." Rubbish. Not that we let ourselves go and don't guard our hearts and minds and emotions, and take care of our bodies, but this is a big subject for another post. I do plan to explore it, but not right this minute.


I am defined by who God created me to be. That He created me, first to have relationship with Him, and then to be instrumental in helping others into relationship with Him. It has been so easy, for the twenty five years I've been raising children, to hide in my role as a mother. Motherhood is a wonderful, God-given role, specifically designed by Him for women. Mothers are vital and instrumental in the lives of our children on infinite levels, but one must continually seek first the Kingdom of God though the years of raising children and beyond. Part of this seeking first is that when one's life roles change, one needs to roll with those changes and not freak out! Menopause is a very interesting time because one's body is experiencing hormonal changes second only to puberty and in this chick it translates to a very emotional time.

So, with all that as a preface, I am taking part in this weekend workshop and discovering some truths about myself, my motherhood, my role as a wife, growing older, and my relationship with God.

I'll record as much as I can with pen and paper and share some of that here as well.

Wednesday, July 28, 2010

Hooping it up!

I've been bitten by the hooping bug. A couple of years ago I met Sara, the writer of one of the blogs I love. Her personal blog is here. Recently she was bitten by the bug and has started writing about it. She actually started a new blog dedicated to it here. I was getting more and more inspired by's great exercise and lots of fun, and very graceful to watch. Well. I'm not graceful, but maybe some day...with practice! I started looking it up on youtube and finding cool videos like this one.

I decided purchase a hula hoop...I wanted one that was adult sized but I couldn't find one anywhere except online, and they were a little pricier than I had imagined. I happened across a comment someone made on some forum or another mentioning making your own hoop, and after searching around I found this site and this one. "Great!" I thought...I just need some irrigation tubing and a coupler. Off I went to Lowe's and Home Depot but I didn't find what I needed: 3/4 to 1 inch tubing an internal coupler. Can this be so difficult to find??? Again I searched around online and came up with this. Obviously, that store is good for you only if you live near where I do.

Funny story...I walked into the Urban Farmer (see the link above) and asked the guy there for 3/4 inch tubing. Before I said anything else he said, "You're making a hula hoop?" I guess he's had some other hoopy (loopy? haha) folks in there before me! He hooked me up and for about $7 I made my own hoop. Perfect!

So! I have my own hoop and practice in my garage. I'm not ready yet for anyone to see me do it though, so you'll have to wait before I post a video! In the meantime, you can watch Sara here. I can only hope to be as good as she is one day!

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Saturday, July 10, 2010

Down Time

Sara wrote a great post. Click on her name to read it. Couldn't say it better myself. In light of Real Life, today has been filled with prayer and outreach, iced tea, home made poptarts, and laundry, pretty much in that order. This evening will be some sewing, maybe, some reading, maybe some hot tea later, and probably not a whole lot else. Down time.

Thursday, July 1, 2010

Happy Independence Day!

It's way past time to roll up our sleeves and fight to get our country back from the misinformed, unthinking, self-oriented, self-promoting people who want to make it into a socialized nation. Or worse. Our forefathers didn't give their lives for what's happening today. Some men are NOT more equal than others (read Animal Farm by George Orwell).

So...with that in mind, happy Independence Day! It's not just 4th of July...that comes around every year. Let's make sure we continue to celebrate Independence Day every year!

On a lighter note, Independence Day around here may or may not involve blueberry pie. And strawberry pie. And banoffee pie. Lots of the above. With plenty of whipped cream. And ice cream. Just sayin'. 

Great weekend to all!

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Saturday, June 12, 2010

Break Out the Burgers. The Sun is Here.

Just wanted to duck in and do a quick post because today is ahhhh--mazing!!!!

Here in the San Francisco Area we don't get a lot of nice days. Well...that's not exactly true, but typically, when the rest of the country is stepping into summer, we enjoy cold fog and gray drizzly weather. "Enjoy," being the operative word. Our nice weather usually comes in the fall, when everyone else is breaking out the scarves and quilts. I love that time of year too (from inside the warm house!), but I need warm summer-y weather in the summer when it's supposed be warm and summer-y!

I am originally from the southwestern desert. (Well, not originally originally, but that's not important. I was a kid when we moved from Chicago.)

I am a desert rat.

I hate cold weather.

So when the weather is like it is today I get so happy! Love love love it!!! It's 80 degrees, slightly breezy, not a cloud in the sky. Amazingly beautiful. The thing I like best about it is the scent in my backyard. Our area is surrounded by pine and eucalyptus and those scents mingled with the warm breeze is heavenly. Reminds me of camping trips when I was little. Good memories! I love the outdoors, and this kind of weather brings out all my dormant desires for hiking and camping and just hanging out outside.

I called some friends to come over for an impromptu barbecue this afternoon, but, alas, everyone is busy at such short notice. Oh well! That will not dampen my joy today! My husband and I will enjoy the day together with our son and bask in the warm sunshine, along with some burgers and potato salad later.

It doesn't take much to make me happy.

I'm a simple soul, really.

Someone else is enjoying the beautiful day too.

Wednesday, June 9, 2010

Just a quick word....

...I want to thank you all for sticking around. I AM around...I'm just working on some other projects that don't always include my blog. Projects like lots of sewing, working out, clearing out junk and stuff and generally decrapifying, and traveling. I will soon be getting things moving again though, including reopening my shop and writing more often. Just wanted to check in with ya'all and thank you for checking in with me now and then. Back soon!!!!
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Thursday, June 3, 2010

Entering Another Giveaway....

I enter contests and giveaways. I like to win stuff! ...but only certain stuff, because the last thing I need is more "stuff" that I have to find a home for. But this's a good one, and I could certainly use the prize!!!!

Thursday, May 13, 2010

Happy Places

The world can be filled with so much misery and bad news sometimes that I often like to just surf around the internet on a quest for "happy places." This takes many forms but usually I go to blogs I'm familiar with for a variety of reasons, not the least of which is that I once put a few words into a search engine on one of these quests and came up with some very questionable sites. Very questionable. So. I have learned to be more selective! And careful! My latest quest turned up these gems:

Send some happy mail! Nothing like a real package or letter in the real mailbox! Email is great and stuff, but nothing beats a surprise that can be opened or unwrapped!

Make some summer sangria! This is a yummy fruit drink reminiscent of Spanish sangria, but without the wine. Love the fruit filling the pitcher!

And speaks to me about being happy in one's own skin. Plus it's fun!

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Wednesday, April 28, 2010

Random Thoughts About Nothing, Really. Skip This If You Have Anything More Important to Do, Like Clip Your Toenails.

Clearly it's time for a new post.

Clearly the muses have gone on vacation.


I have eleven drafts waiting to be worked on, but nothing grabs me.

In the past week I attended the baby shower, (Edit: I have deleted the post to which I just linked because I do not want to risk offending a friend--basically I'd been invited to a baby shower and was making negative observations about gift registries.) which was pleasant. I realized that I'm so not in baby mode. Mine or anyone else's. My kids are grown, but no where near making me a grandparent yet, so babies are the farthest thing from my mind and I discovered how disconnected I am from all things baby related. Also, I didn't know anyone other than the new mother and her mother.

Serendipitously, (cool word...wanted to use it!) I met a lady there who had lived in England before I did. She was actually the sister of someone attending the shower, didn't know anyone either and is also out of baby-mode, so we struck up a conversation. She and her husband were stationed in England and they also pastored there for some years, so we had some old stomping grounds in common. That was nice. My husband is actually there preaching this week so between having daily conversations with him and meeting her I'm longing for a visit. I thought I was way done with long haul flights, but...maybe not!

So. See? I am clearly lacking inspiration to write, so maybe it's just better if I don't. At least until the muses return. Maybe they went to England too.

Friday, April 16, 2010

I've Gone Visiting

I'm posting over here today. See you there! :-)

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Tuesday, April 13, 2010

Some Calorie Laden Recipes

A few recipes...because they are yummy (and to be able to link to from a possible future post! ...planning ahead here....).

Creamy Hot Chocolate
(4 servings)

1/3 C cocoa powder
3/4 C sugar
pinch of salt
1/2 C water
3 C milk
1/2 t vanilla extract
1/2 C half and half or cream

Combine the dry ingredients in a saucepan. Blend in the water and bring to a boil while stirring constantly. Simmer and stir for a couple of minutes. Stir in milk and heat thoroughly until very hot. Remove from heat and add vanilla. Add cream to individual mugs.

Amazing Chocolate Cupcakes 

Use your favorite chocolate cake recipe to make cupcakes and add a Hershey's kiss to each before you bake. (I find it best to use baking cups for these...the kisses tended to stick to the bottom of my pan when I don't use the baking cups.) Just pop one onto each cupcake on top of the batter and let it sink as it will. Bake as normal and frost as desired. I like to use a rich ganache icing:

Heat together over medium heat: 1 C cream and 5 T corn syrup. Simmer for a minute or two and remove from heat. Add 2 t vanilla extract. Chop 8 oz by weight of semi sweet chocolate or use chocolate chips. I use Ghiradelli 60% Cacao Bittersweet chips. Pour the warm cream mixture over the chocolate and stir well to combine until the chocolate is all melted and the whole business is glossy. Dip the cupcake tops into the ganache and let set. You can refrigerate the leftover ganache and dip into it with a spoon periodically when no one is looking! ;-)

Chicken Noodle Soup

I made this up when we lived in Europe and I couldn't find good old Campbell's. Now we like it better! Its super easy comfort food but maybe not the healthiest way to do it...

Use cooked chicken, pulled from the bone and chopped into bite sized pieces. Leftovers are great or cook chicken breasts or pieces specifically for this recipe.

Make a rich broth using water and chicken stock cubes or bullion crystals. For four people I use 4 to 6 C water and 10 cubes.

Cook spaghetti, linguine, or fettucini noodles. Drain. Add the cooked chicken and cooked noodles to the broth and serve with crusty bread and salad.

Home made Flavored Syrups for Coffee

Boil together 1 C water and 1 C sugar for 1 minute and let cool slightly. Add any flavor extract you desire. That's it! Add more sugar/less water for thicker syrup or more water for thinner syrup.

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Saturday, April 10, 2010

In Which I Return a Cheap Purse and Consider Becoming a Minimalist

I just returned from Target, where I bought nothing. In all fairness, I was there to make a return, not a purchase, but I do need a replacement for the item I returned. This is the second time I've had to do this within a very short span! I'm sick and tired of the trash that is offered for retail at exorbitant prices.

To digress...

Lots going on in my mind lately. Thinking about simplicity, minimalism, what's really important in life materially, emotionally, mentally, spiritually, what's not. How much "stuff" do I really need? Has my "stuff" become my identity? How would I cope if I lost all my "stuff" due to some natural disaster or other event?

I do a lot of reading about living simply, downsizing, minimalism and the like, and I am becoming temporarily introspective to a degree; re-evaluating priorities and decisions and even personality characteristics. Sort of New Year's in the spring in a much bigger way. I'm making decisions about the kind of person I would like to be for the rest of my life. (Mid life crisis? Maybe, but I think it's a good thing. My youngest child just turned 18, and I realized that all my children are adults now, and I still have my whole life ahead of me! Pretty exciting prospect!)

Heavy...I know. This was all precipitated by the breaking of my purse strap, the second one in as many weeks. I returned to Target, from whence the offending article came, only to find that I couldn't return it for the purchase price because it had gone on clearance and I didn't have the receipt. It had originally been a gift, but no gift receipt. So I ended up with a $5 gift card. I wasn't in the mood to argue and what could I do anyway? So. This brought me to a point of thinking about retail products, their quality, what's really important concerning my belongings, and did I really need to purchase a new purse right this minute.

I concluded that, no, I did not need to make that purchase. I do have other purses that languish in a closet. I don't use them because I don't particularly care for them, but they are functional. I did clear out a whole bunch of junk in my latest decrapification session, but I saved a few of those old purses. The decrapification thing is a slow process of letting go. I'm seeing a need for balance on the decrapification front, by the way. It makes sense to keep some things, while others need to go. The balance is in figuring out which is which!

So. The conclusion to this long and convoluted post is that I am further investigating what minimalism means to me, and learning to remove my focus from what's not important, freeing me to focus on what is.

Oh yeah. And since I do make bags and purses for sale, I should probably make an every day one for myself. The quality will be much better than retail trash, for sure! And while I'm at it, I think it's time to restock the store.

Photo credit: Me! That's one I made and sold, not one I bought! :-)

Wednesday, March 31, 2010

The Grand Scheme

Came across this. It made me realize that the photo albums I have lost to mold and damp in my storage room are small stuff in the grand scheme of things. I felt like I'd lost memories in losing those albums, but really, the memories will always be there. Nothing can take those away. The rest is just stuff.

It is well with my soul. Still. 

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Friday, March 26, 2010

A Story of Mr. Gray, the Water Balloon Incident, and Retrospect

Thirty years ago I was in 9th grade and Mr. Gray was my English teacher. He had a passion for the written word and imparted that to his students. Thus began my love affair with writing. The fact that I was also in love with the young and handsome Mr. Gray had nothing to do with it.


It didn't.

I swear.

Ok. Don't believe me, but it didn't.

Seriously. How could it? I still love all things grammatical but I'm SO done with Mr. Gray.

Fine. Obviously I can't convince you, so let's move on.

He assigned an essay, the requirements of which have long since escaped me, but I clearly remember the essay itself and the events that inspired it. I wrote a radical and scathing satire defaming one of the administrators of the school. I'm not sure I would have such boldness today, but life has a way of taming the wild beast within. I like to think that these thirty years have taught me something about compassion and concern for others. I like to think that I have learned that the circumstances of life mold and form personalities, my own included, but at fourteen years old I hadn't had much in the way of life lessons.
My essay detailed a series of events that began one Friday toward the end of the school year. We had a half day and that afternoon had been set aside for some sort of carnival on the school campus. The staff and students were in a partying mood. Several of my friends and I managed to engage some of the teachers in a spirited water balloon fight.

Alas, the dashing Mr. Gray was not involved.

Some of those balloons may or may not have been thrown inside the halls instead of outside on the grass (I'll never tell!) but we paid no attention to where, exactly, we were aiming and we were having a grand old time drenching each other.
School spirit, don't ya know!

Suddenly the sky turned dark and the air grew cold and we kids realized that we were alone, sans our teacher-accomplices. They had fled the scene and left us, holding the evidence, to face the dark and menacing presence of the sinister Mr. Haugh. Mr. Haugh was someone with authority over everyone, liked by no one. He was a large man, as wide as he was tall. Suffice to say he was not short. He had fleshy hands, droopy jowls, was mostly bald, and extremely out of shape. The poor man probably hated his job and was at high risk of cardiac arrest but we didn't think about those things at fourteen years old. We were just scared of him.
He was always scowling except now,when he looked down at us past his ample, pore-enlarged nose through his coke-bottle glasses with a grim self satisfied smirk as he turned the key in the detention hall lock.

We were incarcerated. Not innocent until proven guilty. Never mind that we had been caught red-handed. Never mind that the school janitor was probably, at that very moment, mopping up bucketfuls of water from the math wing. No trial by a jury of our peers. No nothing. Just instant incarceration.

"There will be, not today, nor ever, as long as I am assistant principal, a water balloon upon these hallowed premises." Mr. Haugh had spoken, and his word was law.

I was humiliated and mortified that I had to serve detention. Me! I was an "A" student! I was a good kid! I didn't associate with the usual riff raff that populated the detention hall on a regular basis. And the real kicker: we had been playing with the teachers, for crying out loud, and they all got off scot free and didn't come to our rescue! I was highly indignant at the injustice of it all. I duly served my time but I was incensed.

When Mr. Gray assigned that essay I went to town. I needed an outlet for my indignation. I told the story of that fateful day: the innocent joy and fun times had by all until the squelching of said fun times by the heavy and unreasonable hand of Mr. Haw. I thought about referring to him as Mr. Hee-haw but I decided that just might be stepping too far across the line and I didn't want to be hustled into a covered truck in the middle of the night and never heard from again, my outrage not withstanding. I was already nervous about Mr. Gray's response so I decided I could only push the envelope so far and no farther. I knew I could write well and that my essay was grammatically correct, but I was concerned with the content itself. My love for Mr. Gray was unrequited and didn't extend to actually KNOWING him as a person (and rightly so! Ewww!) so I had no idea how he would respond to my slanderous editorial.  I couldn't help it though. My story was crying out to be written and I had no choice but to obey the muse and take the risk.

I like to imagine Mr. Gray grading our essays in the evenings in his bachelor pad (of course he had a pad; this was the 70's and he was a bachelor. They all had pads) over a bowl of Top Ramen. I imagine him laughing over mine. I imagine him laughing so hard that he had to stop and clean up the Top Ramen that he inadvertently snorted though his nose. 

All right. So I flatter myself, but I really do think he must have enjoyed it.

Thirty years brings a great deal of retrospect. It brings a softening of the edges and a greater understanding of human nature. I hope Mr. Haugh was able to gain some measure of health and happiness in his life. I don't think he was really Mr. Haw. He was just Mr. Haugh, doing a job that no one else wanted to do. Maybe he was a little stiff, a little strict, a little too "by the book." Perhaps he was tired of high schoolers and their antics. He wasn't a young man at the time, after all. Maybe he was dealing with personal issues and our wild abandon of protocol was the last straw, as it were, for him that particular day. Or perhaps, unthinkable as it may be, we deserved to serve every moment of that detention. Whatever the case, I sincerely hope that Mr. Haugh was able to find joy and happiness during his lifetime, and if he is still alive today I want to thank him for some great essay fodder then and blog fodder now. The indignation and rage have long since faded and I want to thank Mr. Haugh for giving me a memory that still makes me smile thirty years hence.

I sincerely wish you all the best, Mr. Haugh, wherever you are. You had a job to do and you did it, and I offer you all due respect. Tardily, but respect and good wishes nonetheless.

By the way, I got an A+.

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Wednesday, March 24, 2010

In Which I Determine That Purchasing Cleaning Products Makes Me Happy.

So. I bought a new mop, Murphy's Oil Soap, new sponges, Bar Keeper's Friend, and a toilet brush. Obtaining these items has made me inordinately happy. What does that say about me? That I need to get a life? That I take house keeping seriously? That the doors on my kitchen cupboards need to be cleaned? That I have dirty floors and toilets? All of the above? Or maybe I just like to buy cleaning products.

Seriously, though, spring has sprung and that makes many of us want to clean up, and clear out the old junk. Lots of simplifying and decrapification (to borrow a term from...ummm...somewhere....???) has been going on lately and I'll be listing a bunch of stuff on Craig's List in very short order.

I'm also in the mood for lighter cooking and I'm in the process of cleaning every inch of my kitchen. My cupboards were never properly cleaned before we moved into this house, so I'm tackling them first. It doesn't help that my husband cooks a hamburger at about 1000 degrees for lunch every single day of his life. Word has it that Murphy's Oil Soap is the best thing for cleaning grease off the cupboard doors. You know what I mean...that sticky shiny stuff that looks totally gross and appears out of nowhere. Nowhere, that is, unless you have a husband who likes to cook hamburgers at exceedingly high temperatures.

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Saturday, March 20, 2010

Smile! You Are Beautiful!

Years ago, when I was probably about sixteen or seventeen, I found some notes in my car. In those days, and in the town where I lived, we never bothered to roll up our car windows in the summer, never mind lock the doors. I had gone into some shop or another and when I came out a note had been placed on the driver's seat of my car that said, "Smile, God loves you." I thought that was kind of cool, and I did smile. I went on my merry way and stopped at another shopping center for another errand. When I came out I found another note on the same kind of paper with a smile-y face and the message, "Jesus cares." I have to admit, at that point I was a bit freaked out. I remember looking quickly around to try to see who had put it there. Who was following me?

Nothing transpired from those one approached me, no one followed me home, nothing. Even though it was kind of freaky that they had followed me from store to store, I thought it was nice that someone had taken the time to tell me that God loved me. This was not something I was not familiar with at that time in my life. Two years and a lot of heartache would pass before I met Jesus personally and made Him Lord of my life.  I can only conclude, to this day, some 30 years later, that it had to be either someone I knew who preferred to remain anonymous, or someone who simply had a heart to reach out to others but for whatever reason didn't want to go about it directly. Whatever the case, I have carried in my heart that memory and the little spark of happiness those gestures gave me for these 30 years. I seriously believe that it was in those moments that God began to deal with my heart and draw me to Himself, culminating with the start of a new life when I received Jesus as my Lord and Saviour two or three years later.

This memory came back to me the other day when I came across this:

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Tuesday, February 2, 2010

Five Little Things

Five Happy Things:

1. Getting rid of extra stuff on Craig's List and Freecycle.
2. A burst of super-high heart rate working out instead of a nap.
3. A perfect cupcake on a gray February day (it's true. Don't fight it).
4. Tea. Green. Ginger peach flavor preferably.
5. A real letter on real paper from a real person in the real mail sent through the United States Postal Service.