Thursday, July 30, 2009
I dropped Sesame off at Yia Yia's house (my mom, aka grandma to Sesame) about a half hour/hour ago to get some work done at home. It's taking the entire time to dump some video so I can start working on the editing part. Wish I would've thought to do that earlier this morning! Anyway...
As I drove home I noticed negative thoughts brewing in my brain. Nothing too hideous, just negative thoughts. Something like:" Oh we have so much to do....Why can't we just stay home...Why would we commit to so much at once...I'm so tired...The laundry will never all be done...The dog smells like tuna..." You get the point. Then I was struck with the realization that I was Queen of Sourville. "Why!? What is going on with me today!?" I thought. (And yes...I thought out loud.)
The realization number 5, 239 happened. I hadn't opened my Bible. I hadn't read a single verse. I tried to think of a verse I had memorized to ponder on and immediately had a negative reazction: "I've only ever memorized two or three verse...what's the point in repeating them to myself." Then the Lord felt it was time to hit me over the head with a broomstick. A flood of verses popped into my head that I didn't even know I knew. I might not have known where to find them in the Word, but I KNEW they were in there.
It was just a reminder for me - a reminder of the power of the Lord and our cries to Him. He is amazing and when we truly realize we need His Word, even if it's not within arms reach, or we don't think we have the time, He will provide you with pieces of the Bible. He will bless you with His Spirit and cover you in His grace. All you have to do is ask. Or, in my case, say Lord I don't know any verses. :)
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
I'm at the computer (the room next to Sesame's) editing some photos and checking up on some email. From the room next to me I hear:
High-pitched shrieks of joy.
Tiny hands slapping on thick wooden rails.
Too-long nails scratching at Dr. Seuss characters on a bed sheet.
Plump feet scrambling to crawl around.
Coos and oohs and aahs.
Blankets fluffing around and crunmpling together.
Friday, July 24, 2009
July twenty second
two thousand and nine
Momma and Nellie
were feelin' so fine
Nellie played with her toys
and rode in the swing
The rolled on the floor
a bell she did ring.
What's this that did happen
on such a fine day?
Did little Nellianne
run out of things to play?
She lifted her bottom
and tried to push forward
But it was no use
she was just still ignored
Perhaps some tissue paper
will provide her fun
as it crinkles and crunches
under her thumbs
Or maybe the paper
is more of a blast
when it's spread open wide
and in your face is smashed
Or perhaps a small piece
torn and placed 'tween the lips
will recall hints of carrots
or sweet potato dip
Then there's the moment
when one does get caught
and surrenders the paper
to be lost and forgot
But no fear little Nellie
there's plenty to do
Momma has toys
like a lamb and a shoe
Then again you could always
roll around on the ground
pick up a book
and in a blanket be bound
Now it is time
for Sesame to sleep
to drift and dream
far off in the deep
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
Monday, July 20, 2009
So I promised a lovely story retelling the creation of my tote bag. I attended a class at a fabric store that I will not name Joann's with my two best friends. We had a blast. HOWEVER our instructor left something to be desired. :) I was going to retell the story on my own, but Jenn so kindly sent us and email today with the instructions from our class...complete with notations straight from Jenn. So I will allow her to tell the story:
Sunday, July 19, 2009
Blog post ideas that have popped into my head since last posting:
1. A "Dear Bad Drivers" letter. I determined that this post would also include a section dedicated solely to people who believe it's safe to leave their car running while pumping gas,smoking and - wait for it - PLAY WITH THEIR LIGHTER. Also included in this post, a section on why I will NEVER follow behind a mini-van.
2. A super, sappy post in which you can almost feel my tears soaking through the screen. Topic: Sesame's 6 month "birthday."
3. A lengthy post entitled "The Mountain Range of Laundralia" in which I detail the extent to which I allowed our laundry to spiral out of control. Homer
tripped and crashed leaped like a sly minx through our main floor ALL WEEK. Visuals included.
4. Why I shouldn't have cell phone. (P.S. For some reason my cell phone survived it's baptismal in the kitchen sink. Phone of steel I tell you.)
5. A post about husband's addiction: Viva Pinata. That's right. He plays a child's video game every night before bed. No, really. You create your own garden and tempt tiny, little, animal-like pinatas to come live in your garden, so you can breed them, and sell them, and get chocolate coins to buy more pinata to breed, and sell, and create your little, large candy-eating, gem-mining, pinata family.
See what I mean. A-DDICT-ING.
6. A post about how I
fall asleep on the couch watch my husband play every evening.
7. A post with words entirely in strikeout. Because I just learned how to do it. :)
8. A post about our weed garden. Honestly. We have weeds taller than trees. Even when we were trying to care for our hedges and shrubbery, it looked like the invasion of dandelion monsters after a week. Why is it that our weeds grow at an alarming, in human rate?!
9. An homage to photoshop. Yes, I finally downloaded a trial version and yes, I'm in love.
10. Last, but not least, a post which I fear I will have to write. A post that ties to the title. The story of the tote bag. :) But that, my friends, will have to wait because it is currently 10:19 pm which is, give or take, 19 minutes after my bed time. :)
Guess who discovered her tongue Saturday?!?
Thursday, July 9, 2009
Wednesday, July 8, 2009
DO NOT READ IF: You like Michael Jackson and have been glued to the television for the past week or so. You will likely be angered by this post.
Dear News Persons,
Yes, Good Morning America(GMA), Early Show, Today Show, Local news stations, msnbc.com AND EVEN CNN - I'm talking to you.
I am a homemaker. I say that proudly. I LOVE my job. In fact, it's the only job I have ever always wanted. In the morning I lazily wake, switch on the pot of coffee and meander upstairs to pluck my smiling babe from her bed. We coo and laugh and then head downstairs so I can feed her. Generally, of a morning, a flip the television on to GMA to catch the news. See what's happened in the world overnight.
But not lately.
Why? Because Michael Jackson is splashed about the screen on every station. If he's not on one station it's his attorney, his mother, his children or an old photo of Cindy Lou, his most adoring fan from Louisiana at her first concert in 1981. Seriously people. This. Is. Ridiculous.
I tried to find information about our nation pulling our of Iraq. Remember that whole war thing??? That's right there was a deadline for our residence in the country - June 30th. I had to SIFT through articles online because NO ONE WAS COVERING IT!!! Oh, and I don't know if you heard, but our government is attempting a massive overhaul in the area of health insurance. Anyone heard anything on that??? No, Michael Jackson's drug use does not count. Not to mention HONDURAS' GOVERNMENT WAS OVERTHROWN YESTERDAY. AN ENTIRE COUNTRY is dissolving before our eyes and our eyes are glued to an ENTERTAINER'S funeral.
Yes, he was a good musician. A good man, I think that's questionable. I heard it said that his funeral was viewed more than any other event in history. Sick. That's just sick. What is this world coming to when Pop Stars are given more glory and fame than people who are truly making a difference in the lives of others. Can we say idol much?
And that's what's really agitating me. The first commandment is "have no other gods before me." That's what this is. This is the biggest indicator of where our priorities lie as a country, of where people stand as individuals spiritually in this country. I am overwhelmed with sadness more than anything. Sadness for these lost souls who are so entangled in what this world has to offer that they have been following a Pop Star. The Lord offers so much more.
He is infinitely good and loving and selfless and worthy and patient and kind and great and mighty. And there is NO QUESTION about it.
I don't expect the news stations to start covering Jesus Christ. That would be ostentatious, but I do expect them to cover the news. Is that too much to ask???
Wednesday, July 1, 2009
Let me start this off by saying I am not, repeat not, a cell phone person. If it were up to me mine would have been run over "accidently" by a large Cadillac Escalade, trampled on by a dancing doldrum of hobbit feet and then promptly tossed into the Hudson River, never to be heard from again. However, I understand the times. I understand that I would shunned by the Middle School kids at church if I were cell phone-less. I even "get" that it would be good to have one if I were stranded on the side of the road with car trouble and a baby...since we leave Greenwood so very often. [note the sarcasm.] So. I carry one, when it's not lost. And have done my very best to keep mine safe, clean and in good condition. Then today happened.
Needless to say my phone is now drying out. But...I might not be so sad if it never turns on again. :)
It was as normal as any Wednesday could be. I was cooking dinner with little Sesame hugging my right hip, shrieking away like a joyful little banshee. The zucchini and squash sizzled away in the cast iron skillet. Homer was even lounging about on the kitchen floor. Life was good. Then I remembered my cell phone was still on the coffee table in Sesame's obscenely large sun hat. (I left both the phone and hat at Krista's yesterday.) "Oh," I thought," I should keep that near me." I snatched up the cell phone and placed it on a small pile of paper towel.
I don't know if I can properly re-tell the events that unfolded. All I know is Mary Poppins' 'Supercalifragilistic' started blaring from my phone speaker. I was so shocked I turned around, much too fast. Just as I went for the phone, a fountain of white, chunky froth emitted from Sesame's mouth. Instinctually, I jerked my arm out of the line of fire, thus covering the rug with spew and sending the phone spiraling toward the kitchen sink.
I don't normally have good aim. But today, of all days, I was a sharp shooter. That's right, just call me sharp shooter Em, because; my phone managed to dodge the largely dry sink and plunk into the small cereal bowl - FULL OF SOAPY WATER.
Oh and then the house phone rang. And then the baby started crying. And THEN that zucchini and squash on the stove, yeah, it started burning. AND MY FLOOR WAS COVERED IN PUKE!!! At least Homer managed to stay dry.