Monday, December 14, 2009
Tuesday, December 08, 2009
My son and I just finished watching "A Charlie Brown Christmas". I love Linus' speech about the meaning of Christmas. No matter how many times I see it, and despite the fact that it's a child's cartoon, I'm awestruck at the word of God every time I hear it. I love hearing the Christmas story in the old King James and I love that it was just told on prime time television on a major network. God is good!
If you're like me and feel slightly freaked out by the holiday madness (or by life in general); if you're pipes are frozen, your wallet is thin, or your to-do list is wildly long, take a moment to reflect on the Savior and the meaning of the season. Things just might come into perspective a little.
Monday, December 07, 2009
Tuesday, December 01, 2009
Me (to 5 year old family member, wearing a Beatles shirt): Hey, what does your shirt say?
Him: It says The Beatles
Me: Who are the Beatles?
Me: Then what does your shirt mean?
Him: It means a whole bunch of Beetles.
Me: Oh. Well then, what's a Beatle?
Him (looking at me like I'm a complete idiot) A bug, duh.
Hope everyone had a Happy Thanksgiving and remembered to be especially grateful for the children in you come in contact with!
Monday, November 16, 2009
Moose hunting appears to be the cure for the H1N1 flu. A week before this picture was taken, The Pastor was in the ER. After a lot of prayer, he looks completely well and happy on this day.
Now I'm the one feeling a little woozy, as he wants to hang that moose head in our living room.
Friday, November 06, 2009
Basketball is a welcome change. It's inside. It's warm. It's exciting. It's my sport. My friend warned me this morning that you just have to be careful you don't get "Bleacher Butt" from watching too many games. I guess I'm not familiar with that because I was always on the court and not in the bleachers (although occasionally on the bench!)
Yes, that's me below. Don't give me a hard time about the uniform, it was 1987. I was a proud Kamiakin Brave and loved the game.
So I took my son to evaluations last night, and while I watched the kids play, my mind began to play horrible tricks on me. I heard the thump of the ball on the wooden floor; I heard the squeak of the sneakers and the sound of the ball on the backboard and I was transported back. I lost complete sight of the fact that I'm a late-thirties woman and felt like I was 17 again. I felt like I could run out there and run and jump and shoot and steal the ball the way I did in high school. There's only one problem....I know I can't.
You see, I've had these feelings before. It was about 10 years ago (maybe more) and someone invited me to play in a 3 on 3 tournament. I was so excited to be hitting the court again....but the excitement was short lived. I soon learned. I was old and slow and out of shape and the team we played was not. No matter how much the memories tempted me, I would never play ball like I did before. They pounded us (me) to a pulp.
So now, I'm happy to be watching my son and I promise to ignore all impulses to run on the court, steal the ball and run for a lay-up. My only injury will be Bleacher Butt.
Wednesday, November 04, 2009
The Pastor is supposed to be moose hunting this week. For those of you who don't know, Moose hunting is a once in a lifetime thing (at least in Idaho). He's tried to get his permit to hunt one for about 15 of our 19 married years and has never been chosen. But this year was different. This was his year. Monday was supposed to be his first day of hunting and Saturday night he started coming down with the flu.
Even though he and I have had some pretty heated "discussions" regarding if and where he could hang a ginormous moose head in our living room, I definitely didn't want him to miss his first big day of moose hunting. But he did. And he missed the second one too. The clock is ticking...he has 14 days to hunt his moose and right now he can barely get out of bed.
Friday, October 30, 2009
Today's my day off. I'm sitting in my overstuffed chair with a latte, my Bible, and my laptop (awesome combination) and I'm thinking of all the ways God has blessed me.
The Pastor and I are coming up on our 20th wedding anniversary in a couple months and, reflecting on where we've been and where we are now, I'm amazed at God's goodness to us in so many ways.
He has worked in our marriage in unimaginable ways, he's provided us with a family when we had no hope of having one, he's prospered us financially, he's grown me spiritually and personally....and the list goes on.
As I glance around the great room while I'm pondering this, I see:
Gloves on the floor
Magazines and Books that have been on the coffee table ALL week
Dishes on the counter
Clothes thrown over almost every chair in the living room
Laptops, glasses, throw blankets, shoes, remote controls
And MUCH more....
I have to laugh because there was a time not that long ago, where the perfectionism in me wouldn't have allowed for this. Granted, I'm still freaking out a little bit as a look around, but the point is that I was able to LET it get like this. That's some major personal growth for me!
My therapist would be so proud! My Mom would be appalled!
Friday, October 23, 2009
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
Thursday, October 15, 2009
In The Vacation Hokey-Pokey, I mentioned that we were having to switch to vacation plan B. In reality, it was vacation plan C. Our original vacation (Plan A) was a trip to Disneyland. Tonight instead of sitting in my parents living room, surrounded by moving boxes, we should have been at the Magic Kingdom riding Space Mountain and watching the fireworks show over Sleeping Beauty's castle. I had certainly made my vacation plan and Disneyland was it. Maybe God was laughing, because that's sure not the plan he had in mind for us.
Because of The Pastor and I being sued recently (and losing), we were forced to cancel our trip to Disneyland. We decided that even though we had an almost sure case to win an appeal, that in the name of good will and trying to make amends with our accusers, we would go ahead and pay the money.
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
I've been after The Pastor to let me get a puppy and I've been pretty clear that I want it to be a girl. He thinks it's because I'm having a mid-life crisis and it's some sort of warped replacement for having another child. That's not true, and in fact, he has no idea that it's really because our house is becoming more and more estrogen devoid. I can't take all the Tim Taylor style grunting, burping, and obsession with bodily noises. To top it off, now that it's hunting season, it looks like our house has had a camo explosion in the living room.
Although I think my guys are pretty cute, I want all my friends out there who have a housefull of boys to know that I'm beginning to feel your pain and I'm praying for you!
Sunday, October 11, 2009
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
Friday, September 25, 2009
Sunday, September 20, 2009
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
Exhibit A - Prince Charming
God has a way of teaching us things by throwing us curveballs in life. It doesn't always turn out like we plan. God has his own plan for us and part of growing is realizing we're not in control.
I saw my husband, The Pastor, come out of the garage the other day and I was quickly reminded that life doesn't always turn out exactly the way I have planned it. Most days I consider The Pastor to be my prince charming, but that day was not necessarily one of them. (see Exhibit B)
Exhibit B - Farmer Pig Pants
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
I got up on time and stumbled down the hallway to the kitchen to get a cup o' joe (Definitely can't blog without coffee) and I heard my little dog, Bogey, crunching on his dog food. No problems there except Bogey was sitting at my feet. Just then I saw the mouse dart behind the china cabinet. What is it with me and mice??!! I've just got to get me a cat!
I remembered that there's a mouse trap under the kitchen sink, but it's the "old" style and not those new ones that you just squeeze together like a big clamp. I decided I better push past my freak out point, get that trap, and set it. (My OCD gets really unhappy when I have to touch things like mouse traps with my actual hands. How gross!) Then, by good fortune, I found another trap and managed to get it set as well.
By now, I'm getting a little cranky because not only have I not got to the coffee pot, but I've spent the first 15 minutes of my precious blogging time setting (and touching) mouse traps. As I lined the traps along the pathway between where the mouse is hiding and Bogey's dog food, a song comes to mind.
"One way, or another...I'm gunna get ya, get ya, I'll get ya, get ya get ya, get ya,....
Sunday, September 06, 2009
Following that, I managed to grow a few tomatoes and they even tasted remarkably good. Although in thinking that through a bit, my Dad was visiting on the weekend I was planting, and technically, he was the one who actually planted the tomato plant. Hmmm, not such a great track record.
This year, I've been shamed once again. Here is a picture of The Pastor's garden. (OK, that's not actually his, but it's a good representation of it. The only difference is that his has an eight foot fence around it. Yes, I said EIGHT. I'll have to write about the Taj Mahal of garden fences at another time).
Here are a couple pictures of the grand sum total of what I've grown this year. In case you can't recognize it, the first one is spinach. I know it looks like a strawberry plant springing up (in September), but trust me....it's Spinach. Well, it's supposed to be spinach. It didn't really grow and instead the left over strawberry plant from last year popped up last week. (I'm no plant expert, but I think the other green things are weeds.)
Here is my tomato plant this year--the one I grew without my Daddy's help. Look hard...that little green thing, Yes, I do believe that's a tomato. Good thing I don't rely on the work of my hand to feed myself!
Praise the Lord for farmer's markets and grocery stores!
Wednesday, September 02, 2009
First, because the summons was very vague, we only knew in generalities what it was we were defending. It's tough to be prepared to argue your point when you don't know exactly what you're arguing.
Second, the other party involved got very nasty and mean. We're not really sure why, but they came out with guns-a-blazin'. Not fun. At any rate, we lost the case and came home not really knowing what hit us.
It's hard not to be angry when things like this happen, but I still stick to the verses I quoted before and also with the rhetorical question, "Shall not the Lord of all the earth do right?"
If you happen to be struggling with something that is or feels like injustice, then be comforted by this...
Blessings in the midst of the storm,
Thursday, August 27, 2009
Duh-dun, Duh-dun. "The litigants are entering the courtroom..." Duh-dun, Duh-dun...
These words (and unfortunately...music) have been running through my head for the past couple weeks. I remember seeing the original People's Court when I was a kid and thinking how scary Judge Wapner looked. I always thought he was unduly harsh on the plaintiffs and defendants. As I got older and took a good look at most of the plaintiffs and defendants, I understood why he was harsh. Why were these people wasting their time and probably money to hash out petty disputes? (Not to mention the question of why they'd choose to do it on public television.) Why couldn't they just work it out rather than drag it to a courtroom?
Now, I understand. At least for some of them, it's not their choice. Someone summoned and they must appear. Tomorrow morning, I'll find myself in that exact position. I suddenly have more compassion...at least for the defendants. I don't view myself as the kind of person who "goes to court", but at 9:30 tomorrow morning, I will be. I have no choice. The Pastor and I are being accused in a small claims, civil matter and now we must go and defend ourselves. Not my idea of a fun day, but when I get overwhelmed with the possible outcomes, I remind myself...
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
Each morning, my Blackberry automatically turns itself on and then makes various tweedle noises as emails are downloaded to it. Mixed with the rest of the emails I get from work and friends, are auto emails that I receive every time someone posts a comment on my blog. On a morning after I've posted something, I usually get a couple of these emails from friends.
The morning after I posted Farmer Pig Pastor, my Blackberry turned on and went crazy with emails. I picked it up to see what was going on. They just kept coming and coming and they were ALL comment emails from my blog. To cap it off it wasn't even one of my friends, but someone I didn't even know. There were 170 in all and I started to get a little excited. Wow, that post must have been better than I thought. Then I noticed that the comments were from lots (almost all) of my posts. Awesome, I thought. They must have liked my post so well that they went through and read everything I wrote. My pride began to swell. Then I noticed it....
CASH ONLINE GET EASY CASH AT YOUR DOORSTEP
...at the bottom of each comment. They didn't like me at all. They didn't read what I had written. My blog had been spammed. Bummer. So thanks to all my friends who send a comment or two on my blog posts. I've learned I'd rather have one real reader than 170 fake comments. Too bad I learned it the hard way.
Monday, August 17, 2009
When The Pastor and I were building our house, we had several arguments about how things should be. (If you're married and you've ever built a house, you know exactly what I'm talking about). It got to the point where I felt some serious negotiation was necessary. I wanted things like certain lighting and windows and he wanted provision for farm animals and a huge shop. When I couldn't take it anymore, I wrote an ultimatum. It looked something like this:
Vaulted Ceilings = Shop
Recessed Lighting = Horse
Sconces in the Master Bedroom = Pigs
...and the list went on. I thought it was pretty clever because while it was obviously a compromise, I would get my things first and chances of us getting pigs and horses were, ahem...slim.
I'm not sure exactly what happened but The Pastor recently decided it was time for me to fulfill my side of the bargain and came home with five pigs. Dang.
I've named them "Went to Market", "Stayed Home", "Had Roast Beef", "Had None", and my personal favorite, "Wee, Wee, Wee". The Pastor is not amused.
When my friend's son was about two years old, he would put on his overalls and tell everyone they were his "Farmer Pig Pants". I never thought it would actually happen, but every day the Pastor puts on his Farmer Pig Pants and goes down to slop the hogs. Though they are just Levi's, it's still makes me laugh.
Of course, I have to laugh to keep from crying. What has my life come to? I'm not just married to The Pastor...I'm married to The Pig Farmer.
Monday, August 03, 2009
First of all, you hear strange things. For example, when it was very quiet in the house, I could hear myself think. When I turned on the stereo, I could hear the music without having to listen to it over the sound of the TV or a radio in a different room. And, when I did turn the stereo off and the TV on, I could hear it even when it was on an extremely low volume setting. Odd.
Secondly, when you're home alone, your normal routine can be disrupted. I noticed that when I would usually be cooking dinner, I was sitting on the deck sipping iced-tea instead. I was also keenly aware that the 7 loads of laundry I expected to do, turned into only one small load. Additionally, when I picked up the house and went to bed, everything was exactly where I left it the next morning. Strange.
Lastly, when you're home alone, your sleep is often affected. The first night alone is always the hardest. It took me half the night to realize I could move from the very edge of the bed towards the middle without bumping into a seven year old that had climbed in without my knowledge. Although the bedroom is often not the correct temperature or darkness for my liking, somehow that night, and every night after, it was exactly perfect. Weird.
If you find yourself home alone, don't be frightened by the odd events....you might just find out you even like them.
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
the gory details, but let's just say that 1500 calories barely got me to lunch time, forget about dinner (and the dessert I had afterward).
After that, I started thinking of all the questions in my life that I have misconceived answers to. How often do you floss your teeth? (I'm sure it's most days of the week.) How many times a week do you vacuum? (Virtually everyday I told the salesman at Sears.) How much do you spend per month on lattes and hair care products? (Not more than a couple bucks...honest.)
I quickly realized I live a completely delusional life. I consider myself "good" in a lot of areas until I take a closer look. Same holds true for my spiritual life. I compare with others and tell myself that I'm not that bad, but when I measure my actions and thoughts against the holiness of God, I realize just how delusional I am. He asks me to take a good look at him and get a proper perspective. Yikes.
So next time someone asks you how many Reese's Peanut Butter Cups you eat in a week. Think long and hard about your answer. And next time you're tempted to judge your own goodness based on those around you, think long and hard about the goodness of God.