With our Pregnancy Center's fundraising Gala last night, I had the following thoughts:
*My girls are facinated by the yearly donning of pantyhose. F-a-c-i-n-a-t-e-d. Can I feel your leg mom?
*I hate highway construction. Even the kind that doesn't change. Ever. Even if I drive it at lease once a week on the way to church. What if if changes the day I drive my kids through it and I"m not prepared and cause a head-on collision right in front of Shane's Sheriff's Office? I'd be mortified, among other things (like dead).
*I'm hyper afraid of tucking my dress into said pantyhose. Then it'd be Mom, can I feel your bottom?
*Making gun shooting motions while at a fancy dinner might not be socially acceptable even at the "law enforcement table". (You know you're at a right wing shindig when the ladies are holding an animated conversation over which guns are easiest for a girl to shoot!).
*The Gala can be an interesting place for a first date...dinner, music, and two testimonies by post-abortion women. It takes a special kind of woman to be touched by that on a first date (I think she was).
*While I find the smell of smoke (not cigarette) quite nice on my husband (from his firefighting days, I suppose), it's not as sexy on another guy (sorry, Kevin. Oh, hey, it doesn't mean I wouldn't vote for you if I lived in your county, though. I would, really, I'd vote for you and your big ole smoker smellin' Carhart, lol).
*God is good. Of course I already knew that, but when the evening brings in $64,000 to help us continue to "empower women to make life affirming choices" at the PRC, then it's just a good reminder. I love the 29 new people who promise to pray for the center, the 17 new potential volunteers and the 11 new abstinence speakers, too!
Friday, February 22, 2008
Friday, February 15, 2008
One thing leads to another
Okay, I've been kinda rethinking my kitchen. I had planned an Americana look in our future house and had bought a few things that would fit...but now my interest in tea stained red, white, and blue is waning. Peer pressure is at the root, but that's a different blog post.
I've been searching for the perfect item to decorate my kitchen around. I want something unique-no roosters, fruit, or wicker baskets in my kitchen. I want to focus on a somewhat common household item that hasn't been done in a kitchen before. Something fun and whimsical. Something that people will see and say, "Ah ha, that's clever, I would have never thought of that before!" My problem is that I'm not creative that way. I can duplicate decor I've seen, but I'm not creative enough to come up with it on my own.
With my elusive item always in the back of my mind, I go about my daily business. Last weekend, while going through some trash & treasures in my grandmother's storage house (yes an entire house devoted to storage!), I ran across several old jars. They weren't antiques or anything, just old household jars that are in fun shapes. One is little and squatty, another held intant coffee, and others just had an old look to them. My Aunt gave me permission to take them and now they are cleaned and ready for display in my kitchen.
However, clear glass bottles are a little boring. I need something to fill them with to make them fun. I decided marbles would be a lot of fun. I started researching marbles and Wow! are there some cool ones out there. I'd love to put some in this post, but you know I still haven't picked up a new mouse--one with a working right click button--so you'll just have to follow the links. It's worth a short visit to the sites just to see the creativity of some marble artists. Fun stuff!
I can't pick out a favorite from this site, they are all so neat! And go check these out (they're more expensive, but check out the itsy bitsy tiny ones. I want me a few dozen of those!
On a side note, Ash got a marble set from the Awana store and loves playing marbles. She is the one who educated me on some of the lingo and told me cats eye marbles are the most common. She's such a marble snob she doesn't even consider them "real" marbles, lol. I didn't know she'd taught Hope to play marbles. They have a friend coming over tomorrow and there's a game planned. I think I might learn to play!
Go do some memory making this weekend!
I've been searching for the perfect item to decorate my kitchen around. I want something unique-no roosters, fruit, or wicker baskets in my kitchen. I want to focus on a somewhat common household item that hasn't been done in a kitchen before. Something fun and whimsical. Something that people will see and say, "Ah ha, that's clever, I would have never thought of that before!" My problem is that I'm not creative that way. I can duplicate decor I've seen, but I'm not creative enough to come up with it on my own.
With my elusive item always in the back of my mind, I go about my daily business. Last weekend, while going through some trash & treasures in my grandmother's storage house (yes an entire house devoted to storage!), I ran across several old jars. They weren't antiques or anything, just old household jars that are in fun shapes. One is little and squatty, another held intant coffee, and others just had an old look to them. My Aunt gave me permission to take them and now they are cleaned and ready for display in my kitchen.
However, clear glass bottles are a little boring. I need something to fill them with to make them fun. I decided marbles would be a lot of fun. I started researching marbles and Wow! are there some cool ones out there. I'd love to put some in this post, but you know I still haven't picked up a new mouse--one with a working right click button--so you'll just have to follow the links. It's worth a short visit to the sites just to see the creativity of some marble artists. Fun stuff!
I can't pick out a favorite from this site, they are all so neat! And go check these out (they're more expensive, but check out the itsy bitsy tiny ones. I want me a few dozen of those!
On a side note, Ash got a marble set from the Awana store and loves playing marbles. She is the one who educated me on some of the lingo and told me cats eye marbles are the most common. She's such a marble snob she doesn't even consider them "real" marbles, lol. I didn't know she'd taught Hope to play marbles. They have a friend coming over tomorrow and there's a game planned. I think I might learn to play!
Go do some memory making this weekend!
Thursday, February 7, 2008
My some-kinda day!
Don't feel sorry for me, this isn't a pitty party, but boy I've had a whopper of a day.
You know it's going to be a bad day when your spouse calls to see if there's any money in the bank because the debit card doesn't work at the gas station. Of course, my paycheck does me little good if I don't actually deposit it...yeah, I was going to get to that Quicken updating...it just caught up to me before I could make time to catch up to it. Off Shane went, to deposit my check.
So, the bank account is happy, but the tax man cometh...and with shocking news. We were rather stunned to hear our expected return was a tiny fraction of what we had hoped for, based on our previous years' experience. Oh well, at least we don't owe money. Contract labor is a two edged sword! It killed us this year.
So, with a slightly distressed spirit, I run off to work where I thought I'd be able to quickly put together Info Packets for tonight's Prayer Dessert and maybe even be able to make out the deposit and declutter my office bookcase. No. I ended up working late and only got item number one done.
Dinner-I forgot to put on a crock pot of beans, so I'm very thankful my mom offers to feed the girls dinner. I hide in my quiet, dark bedroom for half an hour, getting a pep talk from my hubby, spend a quick 30 minutes getting everyone ready to go to karate/my mom's/the Prayer Dessert (take your pick, we were all over town, lol).
On the way to the Prayer Dessert, a warning light came on my dashboard that I can't recall what means. It's a little light bulb with a ! in it. All my turn signals are working, brake lights, too so I don't know. It probably means it's about to explode and blow dried up french fries up to two blocks away.
Thankfully, I think the Prayer Dessert went well. I didn't have my buddy Shane there to give me a recap of favorite moments or things I could have said differently so I don't know, but it seemed like everyone had a good time. The prayer time was precious and my heart was warmed that Summer (I mean Shummer?) would give up a Casting Crowns concert for the little event.
So, the night's almost over, what else could go wrong? Bethany is covered in a spectacular rash. Maybe Charlie's Soap? Maybe the dose of cough medicine I gave her? Maybe she's about to explode and blow soggy french fries.
Oh, and Jaybird is down to the bottom of the barrel of clean cloth diapers, the ones I don't really have much experience with...I put her in a nice thick night time bundled up contraption of a diaper and 10 minutes later she comes to me patting her diaper and saying, "uhh ohhh."
The good news is-and thanks for hanging in if you made it this far--I still feel peace. I'm not saying I'm not exhausted, a little bummed, and irritated, but over all, I feel peace. God is so good!
You know it's going to be a bad day when your spouse calls to see if there's any money in the bank because the debit card doesn't work at the gas station. Of course, my paycheck does me little good if I don't actually deposit it...yeah, I was going to get to that Quicken updating...it just caught up to me before I could make time to catch up to it. Off Shane went, to deposit my check.
So, the bank account is happy, but the tax man cometh...and with shocking news. We were rather stunned to hear our expected return was a tiny fraction of what we had hoped for, based on our previous years' experience. Oh well, at least we don't owe money. Contract labor is a two edged sword! It killed us this year.
So, with a slightly distressed spirit, I run off to work where I thought I'd be able to quickly put together Info Packets for tonight's Prayer Dessert and maybe even be able to make out the deposit and declutter my office bookcase. No. I ended up working late and only got item number one done.
Dinner-I forgot to put on a crock pot of beans, so I'm very thankful my mom offers to feed the girls dinner. I hide in my quiet, dark bedroom for half an hour, getting a pep talk from my hubby, spend a quick 30 minutes getting everyone ready to go to karate/my mom's/the Prayer Dessert (take your pick, we were all over town, lol).
On the way to the Prayer Dessert, a warning light came on my dashboard that I can't recall what means. It's a little light bulb with a ! in it. All my turn signals are working, brake lights, too so I don't know. It probably means it's about to explode and blow dried up french fries up to two blocks away.
Thankfully, I think the Prayer Dessert went well. I didn't have my buddy Shane there to give me a recap of favorite moments or things I could have said differently so I don't know, but it seemed like everyone had a good time. The prayer time was precious and my heart was warmed that Summer (I mean Shummer?) would give up a Casting Crowns concert for the little event.
So, the night's almost over, what else could go wrong? Bethany is covered in a spectacular rash. Maybe Charlie's Soap? Maybe the dose of cough medicine I gave her? Maybe she's about to explode and blow soggy french fries.
Oh, and Jaybird is down to the bottom of the barrel of clean cloth diapers, the ones I don't really have much experience with...I put her in a nice thick night time bundled up contraption of a diaper and 10 minutes later she comes to me patting her diaper and saying, "uhh ohhh."
The good news is-and thanks for hanging in if you made it this far--I still feel peace. I'm not saying I'm not exhausted, a little bummed, and irritated, but over all, I feel peace. God is so good!
Friday, February 1, 2008
What can we live without?
Okay, January was stellar! I'll report soon on how great it's been. Right now, I want to address living slim. We're trying to be lean in several ways-one is financially as you know. We're seeing the fruit of that hard work-we paid our taxes (for 3 lots in town, 2 with structures, and our 15 acres in the next county) without borrowing! Whoo hoo! We often borrowed from a family member until our income tax refund would come in--why don't they do refunds before property taxes, it would save us poor people SO much grief! Anyway, while shopping for groceries each week, I have to ask myself if I REALLY need what I'm putting in my cart. We saved a lot in January and I've been reminded that we don't need near as much as we think we do.
However, there's on thing I can hardly live without a minute longer. Our right click button on our mouse bit the dust about a week ago. I can't cut and paste! How much I've taken the poor right button for granted all these years. It's kind of a third wheel, ya know. It gets the least amount of attention. I mean, the roller ball is very important, as is the little dial thingy on the top of the mouse. We couldn't live without the left button, I'm sure...but I won't take the right button, then underdog, for granted anymore.
I just wish I would have remembered the stupid underdog died last night when I was at Wal-Mart. I totally forgot to pick up a new mouse. Ughhh.
However, there's on thing I can hardly live without a minute longer. Our right click button on our mouse bit the dust about a week ago. I can't cut and paste! How much I've taken the poor right button for granted all these years. It's kind of a third wheel, ya know. It gets the least amount of attention. I mean, the roller ball is very important, as is the little dial thingy on the top of the mouse. We couldn't live without the left button, I'm sure...but I won't take the right button, then underdog, for granted anymore.
I just wish I would have remembered the stupid underdog died last night when I was at Wal-Mart. I totally forgot to pick up a new mouse. Ughhh.
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