Fiddle*sticks may well have moved. I say that with some hesitation because I'm not entirely sure I'm comfortable using Word Press. However, I have a significantly cooler background there, and will be able to do more graphically (if I can ever figure it out).
So.
Barring extreme frustration this will be my new home. Please update your blogrolls (pretty pleeeease)
And for heaven's sake, let me know what you think!!!
Monday, March 24, 2008
Sunday, March 23, 2008
Happy Easter
I first saw this in a video set that Allen W. let me borrow. Travis Cottrell had it on his blog and I just couldn't resist posting it here too.
Take a minute to praise Him.
Take a minute to praise Him.
Saturday, March 22, 2008
Mom, This One's For You
Ok, I don't have kids, but this made me laugh out loud. Mostly because I think my mother actually said this to me once. (If this is too small to read, you can click on the image to enlarge it)
Friday, March 21, 2008
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
Irony. It is Not My Friend.
Are you ever just so tired that you can't sleep? I am so exhausted-I've been up since 5:30 this morning, it's about quarter to 12 and I can't seem to wind down enough to drift off. Isn't that just the way?
I wish I had something funny to talk about, but I mostly just want to bang my head against the wall till I pass out. At least I'd be sleeping.
The headache's just not worth it.
Tylenol PM here I come.
I wish I had something funny to talk about, but I mostly just want to bang my head against the wall till I pass out. At least I'd be sleeping.
The headache's just not worth it.
Tylenol PM here I come.
Saturday, March 15, 2008
Ha Ha! I Have Overcome!
Oh yeah! After 3 days of trying, I have just successfully logged into and posted a blog from my Blackberry!
Granted, smoke is pouring from the blame thing, but the point is, I won!
Ha ha! You thought you could beat me, technology, but not today! I am savvy, I am sassy, I...have sore thumbs.
Granted, smoke is pouring from the blame thing, but the point is, I won!
Ha ha! You thought you could beat me, technology, but not today! I am savvy, I am sassy, I...have sore thumbs.
Thursday, March 13, 2008
Heard on the Way to South Carolina
Me: (Looking at the ETA on the GPS - oh yeah...we're all kinds of techno-fancy) Hey mom, you're making good time, we've taken a minute off of our ETA.
Mom: Dang it, that car's so slow. They're making me lose time!
Me: What? I just said we're making good time. We were supposed to get there at 7:30; now it says 7:29.
Mom: (Completely not listening to me, totally flipping out about the slow car) They're slowing me down! We'll just have to make the minute up later.
Me:.....WHAT? 7:29 is earlier than 7:30.
Mom: You BET it is.....what?
Yeah...she kind of picks up on a word or two here and there. It's not the easiest trying to carry on a conversation with her when there's traffic around.
Mom: Dang it, that car's so slow. They're making me lose time!
Me: What? I just said we're making good time. We were supposed to get there at 7:30; now it says 7:29.
Mom: (Completely not listening to me, totally flipping out about the slow car) They're slowing me down! We'll just have to make the minute up later.
Me:.....WHAT? 7:29 is earlier than 7:30.
Mom: You BET it is.....what?
Yeah...she kind of picks up on a word or two here and there. It's not the easiest trying to carry on a conversation with her when there's traffic around.
Out of Whack. That's What It Is.
Ooooh but it's all out of kilter. I changed the template, stuff's moving around, margins are all kinds of messed up and I can't add more blogs to the blogroll without others falling off.
Crud monkeys.
Crud monkeys.
Friday, February 22, 2008
Friday, February 15, 2008
I implore you to pray this as intercession for those who live in the profound poverty we know nothing about.
Psalm 86
A prayer of David.
1 Hear, O LORD, and answer me,
for I am poor and needy.
2 Guard my life, for I am devoted to you.
You are my God; save your servant
who trusts in you.
3 Have mercy on me, O Lord,
for I call to you all day long.
4 Bring joy to your servant,
for to you, O Lord,
I lift up my soul.
5 You are forgiving and good, O Lord,
abounding in love to all who call to you.
6 Hear my prayer, O LORD;
listen to my cry for mercy.
7 In the day of my trouble I will call to you,
for you will answer me.
8 Among the gods there is none like you, O Lord;
no deeds can compare with yours.
9 All the nations you have made
will come and worship before you, O Lord;
they will bring glory to your name.
10 For you are great and do marvelous deeds;
you alone are God.
11 Teach me your way, O LORD,
and I will walk in your truth;
give me an undivided heart,
that I may fear your name.
12 I will praise you, O Lord my God, with all my heart;
I will glorify your name forever.
13 For great is your love toward me;
you have delivered me from the depths of the grave. [a]
14 The arrogant are attacking me, O God;
a band of ruthless men seeks my life—
men without regard for you.
15 But you, O Lord, are a compassionate and gracious God,
slow to anger, abounding in love and faithfulness.
16 Turn to me and have mercy on me;
grant your strength to your servant
and save the son of your maidservant. [b]
17 Give me a sign of your goodness,
that my enemies may see it and be put to shame,
for you, O LORD, have helped me and comforted me.
Thursday, February 14, 2008
Monday, February 04, 2008
Silent Invasion
I must say, I'm a little concerned at the number of pleats I've seen lately. I mean, one here. One there. It may seem harmless enough but I just can't help feeling a sense of impending doom when I come across something like this
Oh, but look how they tug.
I really hope pleats don't come back. My stomach pooches enough on it's own. I don't need a little bowl on the front of my pants for my flab to sit in. I mean honestly.
Not to disrespect Old Navy, of course. I do love this and this and this (ooh it's like buttah). But pleats? I just don't think I can relive it. We shudder with fear at what we wore in the 80s for a REASON, PEOPLE.
Take a long hard look.
Do you really want to go there again? It's a natural progression, and it's only a matter of time.
Just say no.
Oh, but look how they tug.
I really hope pleats don't come back. My stomach pooches enough on it's own. I don't need a little bowl on the front of my pants for my flab to sit in. I mean honestly.
Not to disrespect Old Navy, of course. I do love this and this and this (ooh it's like buttah). But pleats? I just don't think I can relive it. We shudder with fear at what we wore in the 80s for a REASON, PEOPLE.
Take a long hard look.
Do you really want to go there again? It's a natural progression, and it's only a matter of time.
Just say no.
Sunday, February 03, 2008
A Title, if I Could Think of One, Would Go Here
I don't know how much I love this new template. It doesn't really reflect how FLIPPIN' HAPPY I am these days. The cool thing is, everything's so crazy and uncertain and unstable right now (that's not the cool part) but I'm just so much at peace, and new doors are opening and I'm learning who I am as an individual (that is).
I know - in general, Christians don't put too much stock in the word "happy." Happy is circumstancial and temporary. But I tell you what, when you've got the joy of the Lord he sure can brighten up your day. So I'm happy being happy.
Good things going on this week:
*I found out that in no uncertain terms I AM NOT AS WEIRD AS I THOUGHT I WAS. Can I just say, beyond thrilling. Other women have been through the SAME JUNK I have (even the really really junky junk) and have come out on the other side happy and healthy and productive. Yee haw.
*I met sweet Merry. Now, I have to tell you that when I say we are alike in a lot of ways I mean NEARLY EVERY WAY. I told her yesterday that I wasn't entirely sure that I'm not suffering from some sort of Fight Club syndrome and that when I talk to her I'm really just talking to myself. She is smart and funny and precious. And I should know. She's very nearly me.
*I am studying so much Scripture, commentary, criticism, apologetics and self-examination study that I am pretty sure that when I'm done I'll have earned some kind of double-PhD. Honestly. Who says you can't get a theological degree at home?
*I started exercising again. Oh that Denise Austin (or Neesey, as I like to call her) we do have the love/hate relationship. As in I love to eat chips and queso and hate to jump around in my living room. But don't be alarmed, every door is locked, every curtain is closed and every mini-blind is turned with that little rolley wand thing, because, truthfully, Jell-o jigglers have nothin' on me, my friend. I would hate to scare a neighbor into cardiac arrest or something. But, you know, yay for exercise. It sucks, but hopefully I'll be less frightening in a few months!
Boyfriendless life seems to be suiting me for the moment. Although, I need to share some thoughts soon about HOW STUPID I find it that ANYTHING that is REMOTELY RELATED to single Christian people is, in the end, nothing more than a dating service. Every website, every blog, every chat room devoted to single people is operating under the assumption that your highest goal in life is to find a husband and start makin' babies like all the other NORMAL people in the world.
The eye is twitching.
But I digress.
So, you'll have my ranting to look forward to, but hopefully with a sunny disposition.
Peace out
I know - in general, Christians don't put too much stock in the word "happy." Happy is circumstancial and temporary. But I tell you what, when you've got the joy of the Lord he sure can brighten up your day. So I'm happy being happy.
Good things going on this week:
*I found out that in no uncertain terms I AM NOT AS WEIRD AS I THOUGHT I WAS. Can I just say, beyond thrilling. Other women have been through the SAME JUNK I have (even the really really junky junk) and have come out on the other side happy and healthy and productive. Yee haw.
*I met sweet Merry. Now, I have to tell you that when I say we are alike in a lot of ways I mean NEARLY EVERY WAY. I told her yesterday that I wasn't entirely sure that I'm not suffering from some sort of Fight Club syndrome and that when I talk to her I'm really just talking to myself. She is smart and funny and precious. And I should know. She's very nearly me.
*I am studying so much Scripture, commentary, criticism, apologetics and self-examination study that I am pretty sure that when I'm done I'll have earned some kind of double-PhD. Honestly. Who says you can't get a theological degree at home?
*I started exercising again. Oh that Denise Austin (or Neesey, as I like to call her) we do have the love/hate relationship. As in I love to eat chips and queso and hate to jump around in my living room. But don't be alarmed, every door is locked, every curtain is closed and every mini-blind is turned with that little rolley wand thing, because, truthfully, Jell-o jigglers have nothin' on me, my friend. I would hate to scare a neighbor into cardiac arrest or something. But, you know, yay for exercise. It sucks, but hopefully I'll be less frightening in a few months!
Boyfriendless life seems to be suiting me for the moment. Although, I need to share some thoughts soon about HOW STUPID I find it that ANYTHING that is REMOTELY RELATED to single Christian people is, in the end, nothing more than a dating service. Every website, every blog, every chat room devoted to single people is operating under the assumption that your highest goal in life is to find a husband and start makin' babies like all the other NORMAL people in the world.
The eye is twitching.
But I digress.
So, you'll have my ranting to look forward to, but hopefully with a sunny disposition.
Peace out
Saturday, February 02, 2008
I Heart Lost
OH THE SUSPENSE!
What? Only 6 get to come back? And then McScary shows up at the looney bin and asks Hurley if "they're" still alive?? THEN flippin' Charlie shows up?! And says "they need you" Woo! Who is "they??" And Jack is trying to hide "what they did" and Hurley wants to go back and we know that Jackdoestoofromlastyear'sseasonfinale!!!
Lord have mercy, I think I just broke a sweat.
Oh the Lost. I do love it.
J.J. Abrams, a grateful nation salutes you. Thank you for some quality tv.
What? Only 6 get to come back? And then McScary shows up at the looney bin and asks Hurley if "they're" still alive?? THEN flippin' Charlie shows up?! And says "they need you" Woo! Who is "they??" And Jack is trying to hide "what they did" and Hurley wants to go back and we know that Jackdoestoofromlastyear'sseasonfinale!!!
Lord have mercy, I think I just broke a sweat.
Oh the Lost. I do love it.
J.J. Abrams, a grateful nation salutes you. Thank you for some quality tv.
Thursday, January 31, 2008
Sometimes It's Hard
You can't imagine how horrible Alzheimer's is. I'm watching my grandmother right now - she's sneaking some cereal that she hides in the drawer thinking that I can't see her.
She's standing right in front of me.
When she looks up and sees me, she shoves the bowl back in the drawer and walks off like nothing happened. If you think cereal in the drawer is weird, how about this - drinking sickly sweet creamer straight from the bottle. We go through about 2 bottles a week. The doctor says yeah, it's gross, but it doesn't hurt her, so if she's happy let her go on with it.
She's pretty lucid when she's at home, which is most of the time. However, if you take her out of the house for more than a day (ex. spending the night at my parent's) she's just all kinds of confused.
I went to my cousin's funeral a few weeks ago. It snowed that weekend and my grandmother didn't know where she was. She was sure she was at home, and even more convinced that someone had stolen her recycling bin. My poor mom had to practically wrestle her down to keep her from traipsing out in the snow to look for it. There are several large planters around my mother's swimming pool. Memaw saw that and said THERE IT IS, not bothering to notice the swimming pool we've never had sitting behind it.
Alzheimer's is unfair. Not just for the poor soul who loses their memory, identity and ability to take care of themselves, but for the family who has to watch it all go down. Having said that, the biggest blessing of my life has been living here these 5 years. Beyond the blessing of caring for Memaw, spending time with her and helping her with things like getting dressed, fixing her hair and making her coffee when she forgets how, I've found a church home that is priceless, a real relationship with the Lord and an appreciation for family that you just don't have until you've walked through hell with them. I know who's real and who's not, who'll stand by you and who won't and, like a mom, I've learned that you'll touch things you never thought you would touch in a million years. You do for family.
Memaw's moving into a nursing home in the coming weeks. On one hand I'm ready, excited to live my own life on my own schedule. On the other hand I'm completely broken-hearted. I'm not sure why. Maybe it's just the change. Maybe it's because things have finally come to this. I know that after a week she'll be completely at home (Lord, let it be). I know that the nursing home will be able to take care of her like I never could. I know that she'll be safe and fed and that they'll keep her occupied and amused as much as she can be.
But what do I do?
It seems like a simple answer - whatever I want. But to be honest, I don't know what to do with myself. I'm keeping busy with Bible studies these days. I know that God's doing a work in me and that He's refining me and that I never have to worry because He's got it all worked out (thank You, Father), but there's always those moments where you just don't know what your purpose is anymore. I know now that my purpose is shifting. I'm not meant to be a caretaker anymore, but what AM I meant to be? I wish I knew.
I'm really not an unhappy person. I'm really quite sunny and optomistic. I have faith and trust in my great God. He's seen me through many a trial, and this time will be no different. I'm just a bit lonely. Boyfriend is gone, Grandmother's departure is imminent...I'm here all by myself. Oh it's not like I don't have friends, or the most precious family in the world to keep me company, I'm just not used to existing day to day by myself. It's an adjustment that is exciting and terrifying all at once.
So this post doesn't really have a beginning a middle or an end. I would so not pass English class with this one, but it's just some stuff that's on my mind.
Keep us in your prayers, if you would. We need 'em.
She's standing right in front of me.
When she looks up and sees me, she shoves the bowl back in the drawer and walks off like nothing happened. If you think cereal in the drawer is weird, how about this - drinking sickly sweet creamer straight from the bottle. We go through about 2 bottles a week. The doctor says yeah, it's gross, but it doesn't hurt her, so if she's happy let her go on with it.
She's pretty lucid when she's at home, which is most of the time. However, if you take her out of the house for more than a day (ex. spending the night at my parent's) she's just all kinds of confused.
I went to my cousin's funeral a few weeks ago. It snowed that weekend and my grandmother didn't know where she was. She was sure she was at home, and even more convinced that someone had stolen her recycling bin. My poor mom had to practically wrestle her down to keep her from traipsing out in the snow to look for it. There are several large planters around my mother's swimming pool. Memaw saw that and said THERE IT IS, not bothering to notice the swimming pool we've never had sitting behind it.
Alzheimer's is unfair. Not just for the poor soul who loses their memory, identity and ability to take care of themselves, but for the family who has to watch it all go down. Having said that, the biggest blessing of my life has been living here these 5 years. Beyond the blessing of caring for Memaw, spending time with her and helping her with things like getting dressed, fixing her hair and making her coffee when she forgets how, I've found a church home that is priceless, a real relationship with the Lord and an appreciation for family that you just don't have until you've walked through hell with them. I know who's real and who's not, who'll stand by you and who won't and, like a mom, I've learned that you'll touch things you never thought you would touch in a million years. You do for family.
Memaw's moving into a nursing home in the coming weeks. On one hand I'm ready, excited to live my own life on my own schedule. On the other hand I'm completely broken-hearted. I'm not sure why. Maybe it's just the change. Maybe it's because things have finally come to this. I know that after a week she'll be completely at home (Lord, let it be). I know that the nursing home will be able to take care of her like I never could. I know that she'll be safe and fed and that they'll keep her occupied and amused as much as she can be.
But what do I do?
It seems like a simple answer - whatever I want. But to be honest, I don't know what to do with myself. I'm keeping busy with Bible studies these days. I know that God's doing a work in me and that He's refining me and that I never have to worry because He's got it all worked out (thank You, Father), but there's always those moments where you just don't know what your purpose is anymore. I know now that my purpose is shifting. I'm not meant to be a caretaker anymore, but what AM I meant to be? I wish I knew.
I'm really not an unhappy person. I'm really quite sunny and optomistic. I have faith and trust in my great God. He's seen me through many a trial, and this time will be no different. I'm just a bit lonely. Boyfriend is gone, Grandmother's departure is imminent...I'm here all by myself. Oh it's not like I don't have friends, or the most precious family in the world to keep me company, I'm just not used to existing day to day by myself. It's an adjustment that is exciting and terrifying all at once.
So this post doesn't really have a beginning a middle or an end. I would so not pass English class with this one, but it's just some stuff that's on my mind.
Keep us in your prayers, if you would. We need 'em.
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