Wednesday, December 28, 2005

she loves her horse

Em got a horse for Christmas.
She named her Chloe.
It was the perfect gift.
She adores it.

A year in review

When I view this I am reminded of this verse.

Ecclesiastes 3: 1-8

There is an appointed time for everything, and a time for every affair under the heavens.

A time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to uproot the plant.

A time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to tear down, and a time to build.

A time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance.

A time to scatter stones, and a time to gather them; a time to embrace, and a time to be far from embraces.

A time to seek, and a time to lose; a time to keep, and a time to cast away.

A time to rend, and a time to sew; a time to be silent, and a time to speak.

A time to love, and a time to hate; a time of war, and a time of peace.

Tuesday, December 27, 2005


If only it could stay this way.

The week between Christmas and New Year's is somewhat of a pause in life. It's a somewhat surreal, long punctuation as we hang in the balance waiting for the next holiday.

The hustle and bustle of shopping is over, instead we flock together with kin folk, and test all our new toys.

In our home, we have played cards, drank smoothies, amused ourselves with battleship, assembled puzzles, scrutinized cds, inspected dvds, and devoured cuisine.

We have no homework, no concerts, no evening schedules, no appointments, no deadlines. ahhhh... this is the life.

I'd like to figure out a way to filibuster this recess.

While I work on that, I think I'll eat some more Russell Stovers and ruthlessly whip my husband and children in Risk.

Enjoy your intermission friends!

Monday, December 26, 2005

Christmas Festivities

One of the many Christmas festivities this year was making gingerbread houses at Great Gramma Jensen's house!

Sunday, December 25, 2005

Twas the night before Christmas

Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house....

Not a creature was stirring..... not even a mouse.

The stockings were hung by the chimney (cough cough) ... uh TV... with care.....

In hopes that Saint Nicolaus soon would be there....

The girls with their new robes ...

And even the cats... had just settled down for a long winters nats.

christmas eve

We have a family tradition with Shawn’s folks. We get together every year on Christmas Eve and have a great time! We eat waffles and ham, read a Christmas story, take family pics, eat, eat, eat, and open presents for hours. Then we play with all the presents we bought each other. It takes about 6 hours.

We’ve had variations of this tradition because sometimes we have church to go to, so we have to start early. That wasn’t the case this year. We arrived our usual 45 minutes late, ate our waffles, opened our presents, then spent the rest of the night playing karaoke on ps2 and making smoothies and mochas with my new Magic Bullet.

It’s great crazy family fun!

Friday, December 23, 2005

Chad #2

I talked to Chad's dad today. He said that the doctors in Iowa City have ruled out meningitis finally. They have figured out that the subdermal hemotoma in his vertebrae was caused by it being crushed somehow. He ruptured an artery in his vertebrae and it is bleeding into his spinal fluid. The blood apparently travels up the spinal cord and into his head, causing the severe headaches. When they check his blood, no infection shows up. But, when they test his spinal fluid, it is full of infection.

Originally they were going to try to get the infection under control, but they have now decided that the headaches will continue if they don't stop the bleeding. So, they are going to try to fix the crushed vertebrae.

The neurologist will visit him today and from there, they will determine when the surgery will occur.

Chad update

We got a call last night. They did a full body scan in Iowa City and they found a bulging disk between his 11th and 12th vertebrae. They think that it is the cause of the blood found in his spinal fluid, but they are still unsure why he has such horrible head pain and they are still unsure why he is so full of infection. They are not ruling out meningitis, and are treating him for that until confirmed he doesn't have it. He will have surgery on his back for sure, when he is stabilized. They finally drugged him enough to let him get some sleep as he hadn't slept since Saturday. We are continuing to pray for him. His three children are spending Christmas with their mom (divorced), and hoping to get to see him sometime as well.

Thursday, December 22, 2005


My husband’s cousin Chad works for us.  He has worked for us for many years, and is very talented in the area of construction.  If it can be done, Chad can do it!

He’s not been feeling well lately, struggling with a lot of headaches, etc.  He’s been going to the chiropractor and taking too much Tylenol and ibuprofen hoping it will go away.  

On Saturday, he went hunting.  His back started hurting him terribly and by Saturday night or Sunday morning, he was in the emergency room at the hospital.  They thought he had some muscle spasms or something.  They gave him some medicine and sent him home.

On Monday, he was no better.  He talked to Shawn and said he wasn’t coming in to work.  We’ve all been really worried about him.  On Tuesday, I called to talk to him and he said he still had a headache, back pain, neck pain, etc.  I tried to get him to go to the Emergency Room or at least Urgent Care that day.  What is it with MEN not wanting to GO????

By Wednesday morning, his dad picked him up and took him to the hospital.  They did some tests and thought they might be dealing with either an aneurism or spinal meningitis. They airlifted him to Iowa City.

As of today, we don’t know anything more.  They haven’t ruled out bacterial meningitis but it takes 48 hours to get the results back.  They are exploring other options as well.
Please keep him in your prayers today.

Wednesday, December 21, 2005


Emily is learning about the different parts of words and how to spell. Things are starting to make sense to her.

Last night, I was impressing her with my ability to sing the "I AM A C.. I AM A C.H.... I AM A C-H-R-I-S-T-I-A-N" song. When it got to the "L-I-V-E-E-T-E-R-N-A-L-L-Y" I decided to go especially fast to show her how smart I am. It worked.

"WoW! That's hard!.. .What does it mean?"
"Let me go slower"
I repeated it slower.... she sounded it out.
"Oh! Cool! What's the rest?"
I spelled the Christ in my heart as she sounded it out.
"Christ in my heart. Awesome! I never knew that!"
Now we got to the next part and she figured that all out too.
I was impressed she figured it out, AND I also knew that I could still sing it faster. :)
"Emily, do you know why we're called Christians?"
"Because we believe in Jesus"
"Yeah, but do you know what Christian means?"
"Believe in Jesus"
She's smart. But, I'm talkin about the WORD.
"Okay, take the word apart. What does C-H-R-I-S-T mean?"
"That's his name"
..... I decided to skip the whole Messiah thing for now.... maybe later.... keep it simple.
"Right.. and do you know what I-A-N means?"
I could have gone into the whole dictionary thing you all know I WANTED TO.
"It means 'like'"
"Oh, so we're LIKE CHRIST"

Why was that so simple for her to put together? It took me years... to realize that I am supposed to be LIKE Christ.

Blogger family --- be like Christ today. Do something He would do.

Tuesday, December 20, 2005


As Christmas draws near, I am reminded that we haven't spent NEARLY enough time discussing the REAL meaning of Christmas. I admit, regretfully, that I get caught up in the snow, and the tree, and the sentimental times of having our Rompin Rudolph Slush at our Trim the Tree Party, shopping, etc....

When Haleigh came home, she talked to Emily about Christmas. Emily had just watched Prancer. So, she was clearly defending that Santa is real. Haleigh asked her what Christmas is about, and she said "Jesus". I was glad to at least hear that as I had really felt like we had been completely neglecting Jesus this Christmas...

So, last week, we went to the Narnia movie. It was so good! Emily sat by me, and I wanted to make sure she was "getting" it. During the part when Aslan made the long, slow walk to the white witch, where he was giving his life for his people, she asked me where he was going. I explained that since Edmond had been a traitor, the law required that he die for his actions... and the witch wanted his blood. But, instead, Aslan, gave himself instead of Edmond's blood. For Edmond's wrong, he would take his punishment.

We watched as the white witch carried out her execution. Those that stood by began beating and whipping Aslan, they shaved him and humiliated him.

At her next words, I started to cry. She will most likely not remember saying it, nor will she know the impact on me. She said "But he's a KING."

I almost could not contain myself as my heart lept and my eyes filled with tears. The emotion overtook me as I struggled to maintain my composure from her comment.

"Yes, Em, he doesn't deserve to die. He is a King......"

Later that evening, I asked her what the story of Narnia reminded her of. She said, "It's just like Jesus mom. He died for US, even though He was a King."

Merry Christmas... may you be touched by His Love and His sacrifice this season.

"As they were going out, they met a man from Cyrene, named Simon, and they forced him to carry the cross. They came to a place called Golgotha (which means The Place of the Skull). There they offered Jesus wine to drink, mixed with gall; but after tasting it, he refused to drink it. 35When they had crucified him, they divided up his clothes by casting lots. And sitting down, they kept watch over him there. Above his head they placed the written charge against him: THIS IS JESUS, THE KING OF THE JEWS. Two robbers were crucified with him, one on his right and one on his left. Those who passed by hurled insults at him, shaking their heads and saying, "You who are going to destroy the temple and build it in three days, save yourself! Come down from the cross, if you are the Son of God!"
In the same way the chief priests, the teachers of the law and the elders mocked him. "He saved others," they said, "but he can't save himself! He's the King of Israel! Let him come down now from the cross, and we will believe in him. He trusts in God. Let God rescue him now if he wants him, for he said, 'I am the Son of God.' " In the same way the robbers who were crucified with him also heaped insults on him.
From the sixth hour until the ninth hour darkness came over all the land. About the ninth hour Jesus cried out in a loud voice, "Eloi, Eloi,
lama sabachthani?"—which means, "My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?"
When some of those standing there heard this, they said, "He's calling Elijah."
Immediately one of them ran and got a sponge. He filled it with wine vinegar, put it on a stick, and offered it to Jesus to drink. The rest said, "Now leave him alone. Let's see if Elijah comes to save him."
And when Jesus had cried out again in a loud voice, he gave up his spirit.
At that moment the curtain of the temple was torn in two from top to bottom. The earth shook and the rocks split. The tombs broke open and the bodies of many holy people who had died were raised to life. They came out of the tombs, and after Jesus' resurrection they went into the holy city and appeared to many people.
When the centurion and those with him who were guarding Jesus saw the earthquake and all that had happened, they were terrified, and exclaimed, "Surely he was the Son
of God!"

Wednesday, December 14, 2005

snow art?

This kid has quite an imagination!

Tuesday, December 13, 2005

Let it snow

It is supposed to snow 7 inches between tonight and tomorrow night. WHOOO HOOO!
Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow!

Monday, December 12, 2005


What does the word "creep" mean?
Lindsey and I had this conversation:
btw, we were talking about the WOTD Gimcrack blog entry from yesterday.

Me: Lindsey, did you read my blog today?
L: No
Me: Here, read it.
L (as she reads): oh wow, you're such aaaaaaaaa creep.
Me: I'm a creep? What does that mean?
L (stammering): Uh, it means...... like, dork.
Me (sarcastically): Is it a new word?
L: Oh yeah, it's basically a new slang word.
Me: really?
L: Well, that's basically what that word means in that sentence.
Me: Oh cool, so words can mean different things in different sentences?
L: yeah, pretty much.
Me: Oh, okay. Then, I'm going to give you a hundred dollars.
Me: You know, because in THAT sentence that means I'm going to give you a spanking.
L: duh.

I love being the mom of a teenage daughter. Oh wait, I mean three teenage daughters (and a 6 year old goin on 13)

Sunday, December 11, 2005


yeah, well, since I only have a couple weeks for the 2005 Word of The Day, I thought I'd better at least share with you the best ones.

Here we go.... this is a good one today. It's "gimcrack".
Now honestly, have you EVER heard that word before? Be honest...

It's a noun. : a showy object of little use or value. And used in a sentence....

Why is there so much gimcrack on my desk?

Why do I post about gimcrack on my blog?

Why do I always get gimcrack for gifts? (except for my new and improved word of the day

Why do our mothers have more gimcrack than we do?

A little history about gimcrack..... Did you know?...
The exact origin of this word is not entirely known. It established itself in the 17th Century. It was most likely borrowed from the Yiddish.

Need to get rid of some gimcrack? Visit the flylady.

special treatment

I got some special treatment yesterday at Sears when we were shopping for Christmas. I was quite proud of myself. I was with my friend Chris... and whenever we are together, nothing is very serious.

When we started shopping, I suffered from my normal case of what I call "Shopping ADHD". Because it isn't my favorite thing to do, I spend time wandering around aimlessly, forgetting my purpose for being there, bouncing from one thought to another, not able to make a decision on where I'm going and what I'm doing, wanting to buy stuff for myself and not really having any reasonable direction.

After a few of her reminders to "get with the program, we have a job to do here", I decided to conquer one person at a time. I had a thing I wanted to buy for someone (who might read my blog so I have to be vague). So, Chris and I went into Sears, after going in the wrong door and forgetting where we were, being disoriented, and getting back on track, we arrived in the right department, laughing at our obvious nonchalont way of shopping. We got focused for a MOMENT, and decided we didn't want to spend any more time in this department than we had to. So, we did what no man would do... looked for someone to ASK if they had what we wanted.

We spotted one employee, a female, and decided she wouldn't do. She couldn't know any more about this thing than we did. So, we spotted a male worker, looking like he had no questions to answer yet. I started walking toward him, and as I approached closer (he didn't see me), he turned and started going another direction. I didn't give up, and Chris was right behind me. We proceeded to chase this guy through the store.... three aisles over and two aisles up, laughing hysterically.

As we finally reached him, we were laughing so hard, and I had to explain to him that we were laughing because we had been chasing him for 7 aisles. He smiled politely, and had fun with it. So, we said: "Well, we're looking for a thing. It is black and rectangle shape" .. .and we told him all the things it was supposed to do. Did they have one?

Poor guy... he thought... and then asked us to clarify what it was we were looking for... and thought some more. After we continued rambling for a while about some more things we remembered it was supposed to do, a light bulb finally clicked in his head and he realized he might have one.

So, he took us to the section it was at, and said "Is this it?"

VICTORY!!!!! SCORE!!!!!!

We rejoiced and clapped, and told him that was all we needed. He walked away.

We looked at the loooooooooong line. He saw us discussing the line, and looking at the door.... and discussing the line, and looking at the "thing".

He finally walked over and said "Did you say this is ALL you needed?"
"Yes, this is all."
"Follow me"
Three aisles over , six aisles up, behind a big unit of something, and around a corner, in a cubby, there was a little checkstand. No lines.
Checked us out and we were on our way.

See --- special treatment. :)

Friday, December 09, 2005

My First Christmas Gift

I got my first Christmas gift already!
It couldn’t be MORE me!
I love gifts that just say “ME” all over them, because it means that person really listens to who I am and what I do and like.
I always WANT to give gifts like that, but I admit I am guilty of giving what I WANT, and not always what others might want.  Partly because one of my least favorite things to do is shop.  I know, some would question my womanhood on that one.  But, it’s true.  Shopping is not something I enjoy much.  Wandering through stores aimlessly and people watching is sometimes fun for me, but looking at things I have no intention of buying and researching and checking out things I MIGHT buy someday, is not anything I enjoy.  

Are you ready to hear my gift??  I know that if you read my blog at all, you will agree that this gift is ME.

Here it is: I got…….. ready? Are you sure?  Ready?  Here we go….

It is…….drumroll….. da da da ….

The American Heritage dic-tion-ar-y of the English Language fourth Edition Word-a-Day 2006 Calendar!!!!

Thursday, December 08, 2005


Yesterday was Kizzy's birthday. She is 38. Most likely you don't know her. But, I do.
Of all the people in my life, I could say I probably know her the best. Mostly because we grew up together. We have known each other for 27 years. We were together - joined at the hip - from the time we were 11 to 19. Everyday. Everything. Then she went to college, and I had babies and got married, we didn't see each other every day any longer. But, when we did, it was as if no time had passed.

I experienced so much life with Christine (oh yeah, that's her real name). Every season that passes in my life brings so many memories shared with her. Right now it is snowing outside. I can remember the times when we drove around town in snowstorms. (I would never let my kids do that by the way...) I remember one time we were with Michelle and Michelle was driving and she had this little tiny car. She was driving way too fast. When our city plows the streets after a big snow storm, they pile it in the middle of the roads, then remove it later. So, there was an enormous pile of snow in the middle of the street, and Michelle turned a corner too fast, and drove UP (not INTO, mind you) but UP, the pile of snow. The car ended up tilted at the TOP of a snow pile. I'd never seen it happen before, and I can't even believe myself that it could be done again. But, there we were, sitting in this tiny car at the top of the snowpile, a few blocks from Chris's house, dying laughing. Oh--- Michelle wasn't. And I think she was quite upset with us for laughing if I remember right. We laughed so hard we couldn't breathe. Then we walked home and got help.

Christmas time reminds me of shopping for our families. We never had any money. Chris always bought her brothers those huge massive candy canes for 50 cents. They were the size of a police nightstick. We always got so excited because it was such a VALUE. Looking back, of course, I think, "Who in the world would even WANT that?".

Homework, family fights, drama, boyfriends.... we were together through it all. She was there for me when I kissed my first boyfriend. She was there with me when I went through the "wear way to much makeup" stage in life. We were cheerleaders together. After school practices. We both worked at Bartel's as nurse's aides in high school. We used to joke about how we wanted to be roomies there when we get old, just so we can re-live our teen years. She was there when my aunt died of cancer. We promised each other we would do each other's makeup when we died, because nobody else could do it right. She was there.

When she went to college, and our friendship changed somewhat, she made me come and visit her in Iowa City one time, to watch a movie about 2 best friends. She had seen it and wanted me to watch it. So, we sat there, watching this movie about our lives, bawling our eyes out. Part of us didn't want to move on with our lives and grow up without each other, but we both knew that was impossible.

Every now and then, we call each other. She only lives 20 miles away, but our lives are so busy with her three and my four children, our marriages, jobs, lives. When we talk on the phone, it's usually the same desperate, panic stricken "Is everything okay, is everyone healthy?" from both of us. We still share our love and friendship. We still cry at the thought of the depth of our friendship. We usually end our conversations with a promise to call if ANYTHING happens out of the ordinary. We HAVE to be there for each other.

I hope Chris had a great birthday. I hope she got to eat hamburgers and pork and beans, tostitoes with picante sauce, and german chocolate cake!

Tuesday, December 06, 2005

ramblings and things

Sometimes I wonder if there is any month any BUSIER than December?!?
We officially have something to do EVERY night from Dec. 4 thru December 12. We have a night free on the 13th. Well, kind of. Linds actually has to cheer at a bball game, but it's in Independence, and we're vetoing it. Too far. Then, we have Thursday the 15th off too. But, then we're busy again EVERY night until December 22. CRAZY.

Whatever happened to chestnuts roasting on an open fire... ? Who in the world has time to roast chestnuts in this day and age? Who has even really ever HAD Chestnuts?

I did a little research on chestnuts.... did you know that they are the only nut that contains vitamin C?

Did you know that chestnuts are mentioned in the Bible? Jacob put peeled chestnut twigs into his water troughs to promote healthy offspring of his livestock.

I don't know why I even looked any of that up. It doesn't matter, and nobody really cares now do they?

Saturday, December 03, 2005

finally updating!

I can't believe i haven't updated this blog in 5 days! ME.... the EVERYDAY blogger! ME... the sometimes two or three times a day blogger! I apologize for my insensitivity to blog addicts everywhere. It is so frustrating to go to a DAILY BLOG that isn't updated!

So, I'm back! I guess I've just been incredibly busy lately. I don't know what in the WORLD I've been doing.... but, I know it isn't BLOGGING.

Today, we actually did some domestic BAKING and DECORATING. I baked so many things... I baked spritz cookies, peanut butter cookies, thumbprint cookies, carmelita bars, cream cheese danish... and my all time FAV.... Outrageous Brownies. These are heavenly. With an entire POUND of butter, OVER TWO POUNDS of CHOCOLATE, THREE CUPS of walnuts, and only a cup of flour. OHMYGOSH, they melt in your mouth. I absolutely love Ina Garten. She makes the greatest food.

Something to be totally proud of is that this recipe is rated - not easy, not medium, not difficult, but EXPERT. And I DID IT, with the help of my great man, who melted chocolate in a homemade double boiler like a charm!

Together Babe, we are EXPERTS! :)

So, if you guys want one of these great bites of heaven, you better come quick, cuz they won't last long!

Monday, November 28, 2005

my calendar

I haven't posted anything on my calendar lately,... so I thought I'd fill you in. This is the month of November. Incredible isn't it?

As a matter of fact, I'm heading to one of those "meetings" tonight, fulfilling my civic responsibility. It's officially my resignation meeting though. I'm not going to be the secretary of the group any more, and tonight is the night I get to tell them! :)

Since it is the end of November, I was looking over the notes on the calendar pages one last time before flipping the page in a couple days... I must have missed this one, or I certainly would have blogged about it a couple weeks ago....

"November 17, 1992 - A Dateline expose reveals that GM trucks are unsafe if you attach explosives to the gas tanks and detonate them."

Am I the only one who thinks that is hysterical? You gotta love Dateline's reports.... :)

Sunday, November 27, 2005

1989 Journal Entry

I spent some time this weekend cleaning out my desk and ran across this old journal. Haleigh was 2, Lindsey 6 weeks... me... wow... 21. It's like a time capsule.

April 12, 1989 2:30pm

I think I am going to be crazy by the end of this day. So far, I have put Haleigh to bed about six times, saved Lindsey just in the nick of time from being stomped on, saved Lindsey from a roller coaster ride in her swing after Haleigh pushed her, tried to rock Haleigh to sleep for about 1 ½ hours, and while I was on the telephone with Marge, she managed to drag out 150 tissues from the tissue box, rip off the binding from her best, biggest, and most expensive book, and eat nearly all the frosting from a cake sitting on the stove.

I have spanked her, talked to her, spanked her, talked to her, and am about to spank her again because she is now in her room, standing on her bed and pulling the strings on the curtain so they open… close….. open…..close…. be right back!

Frustration is setting in. Haleigh is crying, Lindsey is now crying, and I am about to cry too. I have one million things to do and her I am writing in my journal and trying to ignore them all… it isn’t working.

Saturday, November 26, 2005

the meatloaf bites the dust

It could have been perfect.
It could have been good.

BUT... as I already mentioned, the girls vetoed the veal.
So, we went with pork and beef. Stuffed meatloaf. You're supposed to blend all these great flavors together and then layer them with leftover stuffing in the middle. I know it doesn't sound that great, but it looked awesome.

So, we vetoed the veal. Then, when it came time to make it, someone had gone before me and eaten the leftover stuffing. We left it out. Decided to blend all the spices and flavors together and make an incredible UNstuffed meatloaf.

It cooked for about an hour. I had made a great twice baked potatoe out of the leftover potatoes and heated up the green bean casserole. Called everyone to the table and they were starting to come in to the kitchen (it takes a while in my house to gather everyone).

As I took the meatloaf out of the oven, I gingerly placed in on top of the stove to cool for a while , then just before everyone came into the kitchen, I carried it proudly to the table.

Right before I got there, however, I realized a moment too late that the bowl was incredibly slippery and it fell out of my hands.... right onto the floor,... and splattered all over the floor, literally splattered everywhere... pan and all broken to pieces and blasted to smitherines...

we ate leftover turkey .....

Friday, November 25, 2005

Lazy Day After

Lazy Day After

We had great plans today… but at the last minute we decided it was too cold out to go anywhere, and so now we are sooooooooo lazy. Sitting around watching the Food Network and all the great ideas for leftover recipes. Great Thanksgiving and lots of great food, then everyone watches the great cooks on tv and then we all want to cook again!  What in the world???

We had a great Thanksgiving.  One thing I have always appreciated about my husband is his willingness to totally pitch in and help with the cooking.  He peeled so many potatoes yesterday morning. I think we both kind of overestimated how many potatoes you need to make mashed potatoes for twelve people.  It’s definitely not a 5 gallon bucket full.  That’s way too many.  We had leftover mashed potatoes all over the place!

We had plates of mashed potatoes for supper, we ate mashed potatoes for a midnight snack, then got up this morning and I made potato pancakes, then I made a twice baked potato casserole for supper tonight…. I think we might have used them all up finally.  I didn’t realize a person could be so creative with leftover mashed potatoes.  I was almost wishing I had a few more,… I had some more ideas!

To go with our potato casserole, I wanted to make this great looking stuffed meatloaf for supper…. with veal, pork, beef, made into a meatloaf and stuffed with leftover stuffing.  But the girls vetoed the veal idea.  They are such chickens!  The thought of eating a baby cow didn’t sit too well with them, so we opted for just pork and beef.  I guess the grown up animals are okay to eat, but not the babies.

Abbie got inspired and made our dessert.  Emily even pitched in with the potato pancakes this morning.

Why is it so hard to do anything but cook and eat when you sit around and watch the food network?

Tomorrows challenge is to figure out how to creatively rid ourselves of some turkey and cranberry sauce…

holiday shopping



Thanksgiving is officially past.

I ate too much Turkey

I ate too much Turkey, I ate too much corn,
I ate too much pudding and pie.
I'm stuffed up with muffins and too much stuffin'
I'm probably going to die.
I piled up my plate and I ate and I ate.
But I wish I had known when to stop,
For I'm so crammed with yams,
sauces, gravies, and jams
That my buttons are starting to pop!
I'm full of tomatoes and french fried potatoes
My stomach is swollen and sore,
But there's still some dessert
so I guess it won't hurt
if I eat just a little bit more!

Tuesday, November 22, 2005


Thanksgiving Dayn.
  1. The fourth Thursday of November, observed as a legal holiday in the United States to commemorate the feast held at Plymouth in 1621 by the Pilgrim colonists and members of the Wampanoag people and marked by the giving of thanks to God for harvest and health.

Be thankful that you don’t already have everything you desire.
If you did, what would there be to look forward to?

Be thankful when you don’t know something,
For it gives you the opportunity to learn.

Be thankful for the difficult times.
During those times you grow.

Be thankful for your limitations,
Because they give you opportunities for improvement.

Be thankful for each new challenge,
Because it will build your strength and character,

Be thankful for your mistakes,
They will teach you valuable lessons.

Be thankful when you’re tired and weary,
Because it means you’ve made an effort.

It’s easy to be thankful for the good things.
A life of rich fulfillment comes to those
Who are also thankful for the setbacks.

Gratitude can turn a negative into a positive.

Find a way to be thankful for your troubles,
And they will become your blessings.

Monday, November 21, 2005

Psalm 119:114

You are my refuge and my shield; I have put my hope in Your word.

Thursday, November 17, 2005


The word of the day today is:

epitaph - n. 1. an inscription on or at a tomb or grave in memory of the one buried there. 2. a brief statement commemorating or epitomizing a deceased person or something past.

I didn't realize it had that second meaning.

Okay, somewhat morbid to think about --- but mostly if you don't know Christ.
But, an interesting thing to poll the blogosphere about.

What do you hope your epitaph says when you have gone to be with Christ in heaven?

Recess Duty

It was teacher appreciation at Em's school today. We parents made salads and lunch food for the teachers and took over their normal duties so they could enjoy the lunch hour. I had recess duty. I signed up before I knew how cold it was going to be...

I arrived at the school and checked in as a visitor just in time to have the lunch room mommy march in with a child and proclaim "She has a tummy ache too."

"too"... that word sunk in a second or so.

The secretary said "What's for lunch? This is the third one with a stomach ache."


I headed out the door, and as I was just getting used to the 11 degree heat wave, a child looked quite forlorn. She was being comforted by her friend. I thought I would be nice and see why she was so sad.

"Because... I feel like I'm gonna puke..."

I quickly escorted her into the nurse's office before her problem became mine, and headed out for the remainder of my recess duty.

The first thing I noticed was that it was bitterly cold. The second thing I noticed was how many children had no mittens and were running around with their coat unzipped. I was trying to run around and zip up the coats and beg them to put on mittens. I was surprised how many didn't have them...... One child was sitting on the outdoor bench with his boot and sock off, dumping the rocks out of his boots. I headed over to rescue his toes from frostbite just in time for him to stick it back on with the sock halfway on and run to play with his friends. Note to self: buy lots of mittens and donate them to the school for these precious hands.

My mind wandered for a moment on how I should be sure to tell the principal to send a note home URGING the parents to send warmer mittens for their kids.. then I was thrust back into reality... RECESS DUTY.

It was more like combat duty!
Note to parents: You should seriously see how our beloved, blameless brood behave when at school on recess.

I must have had at least 15 kids involved in some sort of altercation.

**Use your whiney-est voices when you read the following quotes out loud**

"Zach is following us and we don't like it"

"We were playing and he keeps bugging us"

"I wanted to swing and I don't want to run and they won't listen to me"

"I feel like Zach is stalking me"

I handled that last one in a very diplomatic way... even the finest full-time educator couldn't have done a better job.
"STALKING!?!" I said. "This is RECESS. It's not possible to STALK at recess! He's in third grade for God's sake! Play nice."

I know one thing for sure. When my daughter comes home and says someone at recess did something to her. I will turn it around and say "Play nice". The "victim" is never innocent, as I witnessed so clearly this afternoon.

Do you want to know what else I noticed? Most of the whiners were boys! I know, I know. I wouldn't have believed it myself if I had not witnessed it with my own eyes and ears. Given my long history with feisty females, I would have surely thought the whiners would be girls. But, nope. Not true today for sure. All boys.

I witnessed boys arguing over things I didn't realize boys argued over. I watched boys practice their wrestling moves on each other. I saw first hand how boots become muddy, hats get lost, and snowpants get holes.

I watched as one by one, the kids, eager for winter sports to begin, but not having enough snow to quite have too much fun, ran and slid down the partly snow covered incline for lack of an actual hill and toboggan. They ran and ran, then let loose and slid on their knees and rears. Their run was really longer than the actual slide, which ended quite abruptly when their knees hit the rock on the area where the playground equipment started. It looked quite painful really. No doubt bruises will be the topic of conversation in the bath tonight as the children claim they are unaware how they got there and that they have NO CLUE as to how the holes appeared in their fresh, new snowpants.

Now we know.

I have a new appreciation for the teachers on recess duty. Every parent should experience it at least once.

Tuesday, November 15, 2005


I just read Beefy’s Blog and it reminded me of something that happened to me a few years ago so I thought I’d share.  Now don’t TELL me you haven’t had a similar experience!

Okay, I was walking into Kwik Star and going to purchase something when this car pulls up to me.  I look into the car and there is a lady in the back seat with a baby.

Lady: “HI!” … as if I am an old friend.
Me: “Hi!” … as if I know her.
Lady: “How are YOU doing?”
Me: “Great!  How are YOU?”
Lady: “We’re doing sooo good.  The doctor released us last week and everything is going good”
Me: “Really?!? That’s great!”
Lady: “Yeah, it is incredible how many blessings we have”.
Me: “Yeah, you really need to appreciate that don’t you?”
Lady: “You guys were sure a lot of help, I can’t thank you enough”
For a split second, I hesitated.  I know she is mistaking me for someone else.  But, I am in the middle of it.  Should I admit my faults? No, there is no way I can confess that I am an unknown innocent imposter.  I am committed to it.
Me: “That is our pleasure.  Well, I better get going. It was nice to see you again.  See ya!:”

I am such a people pleaser… I didn’t want her to be uncomfortable in her error.  So, I lied completely.  I wonder if she ever realized her mistake, and then thought… What in the WORLD was that lady THINKING???????

Like I said, don’t TELL me you haven’t done it!

Monday, November 14, 2005

Happy Birthday Dad

Today is my dad’s birthday.  He is 65.
We have been through a lot together, my dad and me.
It almost seems like two lifetimes.
My parents were divorced when I was young and there were some real complicated relationship issues between my parents.  I am sure I will never know the depth of the hurt experienced on both sides there.  I am sure I never want to know.
So, there were several years (15 years actually) that I had no contact with my dad, didn’t know him or who he was or what he did or anything.  
I have gone through a lot of emotion with my dad.  I loved him, hated him, resented him, pitied him, mourned him really.
Then, when I was 21 years old, was reunited with him.
We have had a relationship ever since.  That was 16 years ago. This year marks a new era.  I have now officially known my dad longer than I have not known him.
I can now say I really know my dad.  
Is he perfect? No.  Am I? Double no. Well, triple no.
I can now say, after lots of time and emotion, and confusion… that I love my dad sincerely.  I respect him, and I honor him.
Thanks dad for being there for me now.  For making up for the time lost, for being the incredible grandfather that you are.  For the hours of playing barbies, just to spend time with your granddaughters as children, for letting them drive your cool car as teenagers.  Thanks for the billions of trips to Horton just to bring me eggs and flour.  Thanks for mowing, for weeding, for yardwork galore when I am tired.
Thanks for who you are.  For being polite and teaching my kids by example about manners and respect. And for being real.
I know that our lifetime has created much heartache for you.  I know that you wish things had been different, and you too mourn what was lost between us.
Thank you for not looking back to what should have been, but for looking forward to what can be.
Happy 65th birthday dad.  

Sunday, November 13, 2005

my blog entry for today

I was sitting in church tonight and I thought of a million zillion things I could blog about.  Now as I sit in front of the computer, not one comes to mind. Duh.
The word of the day today is “betwixt”.  It means between.  Sometimes this word of the day calendar is really annoying.  As if betwixt is a word I wouldn’t know.  Then, the sentence they use is this:

Jack Sprat could eat no fat, his wife could eat no lean; and so betwixt the two of them, they licked the platter clean.  

I got a little irritated with that too. I believe the poem goes “and so between the two of them”…. I’d like to smack that calendar writer.
So hostile I know.
I am eating crow now though… for those of you that don’t know what eating crow is, it is an expression you use when you make a grievous error.

I ripped off the calendar page, since it is 11:44pm and the day is nearly done, and I am somewhat annoyed at the word betwixt and the use of it in an incorrect sentence. As I go to toss it energetically into the trash, something catches my eye on the back …. I start to read…

Perhaps you’ve always said “and so between the two of them.” That’s fine, but when the Jack Sprat nursery rhyme was created (probably in the 1600’s in reference to Charles I of England and Henrietta Maria, his wife), “betwixt” and “between” were apparently equal.  “Twixt”, like “tween” is closely related to “two”(and the be- prefix is Old English for “by”). A couple hundred years ago, the phrase “betwixt and between” took on a life of its own to mean “neither one thing nor the other”.  At about this same time, “betwixt” fell out of favor, but it’s not archaic; nowadays, it’s simply used more consciously than “between”.

Oh… so they did it on purpose. And they even said “that’s fine” oh so politely.  I suddenly feel guilty for wanting to smack the unknown calendar writer. But that brings me to the next question.  What does it mean to use “betwixt” more consciously than “between”?  It’s like saying the same thing isn’t it?

Hey… you can’t have an interesting perplexing fun awesome sassy cool and fantastic (aka popular) blog entry EVERY day.

Thursday, November 10, 2005

word of the day

Word of the Day: riposte \ ri-post\ n

1: a fencer's return thrust after a parry
2: a retaliatory maneuver or response; especially: a quick retort

I wish I were a master of verbal risposte, able to dash off the kind of reply that most people only think of in the car on the way home.

Now you use it in a sentence.

Wednesday, November 09, 2005

i dot know

So Shawn won't most likely post this so I figure I will do it instead.
Emily is so good on the computer. Her favorite sites are and and .

She and Shawn were looking for some cool animal sites cuz she's been into animals. And she ran across which has an animal link on it. So, she has been learning at the young age of 6 to surf the net.

She came across a fun thing for kids to do and then a place where you can click on to "send it to a friend". You have to fill in the information and email it to a friend. Here's her information:

Name: Emily
Email Address: I dot know what you men
Friend's Name: Shera Steere
Friend's Email: same as me

She just stinkin cracks me up!

shell bell

My brother is law is the sweetest thing on earth.
He isn't feeling well right now. He went in for a check up and is having several things going on at the same time. He has struggled with so many health issues in his lifetime, and he doesn't complain a whole lot. So, it's hard to know when he isn't feeling good. But, now on top of all the other "stuff", he has pneumonia.

Please take a minute to pray for him today.

I love you, Shelly.

Tuesday, November 08, 2005


I was cleaning out an old box and ran across a journal from last summer's trip to Mexico....

Wed, July 14, 2004
The church we went to today was in a very poor area two hours away. We did a vacation bible school in the afternoon in the park and there were a ton of children there. I think this was, by far, the largest crowd we have attracted the entire time we have been here. I would have to guess there were over a hundred and fifty kids here. It was a heart wrenching day. Most of the families cook in holes in the ground covered with palm branches. After lunch, there was a woman who brought her daughter to us because she was sick. She couldn't have been more than four years old. The doctor looked her over and asked her a few questions. The baby had a cough and a fever which had lingered for over a month. She needed a chest xray and to be checked for tuberculosis. She didn't have any money to take a taxi to a clinic as it was a long ways away and it cost 200 pesos. 200 pesos. That is about 20 dollars. We gave her the money to take the child. There was no more for me at that point. I lost it. Everything inside of me wanted to scream and curse this place where children are hungry and sick. Every negative thing at this point attacked me and set me off into tears for a long long time. I saw a look on Dr. Roger's face, a frustration of sorts, of knowing what to do, and not being able to fix it. And hoping and praying that this woman's sick child will motivate her to take her baby to the doctor for help. 200 pesos is a lot of money to her. 200 pesos. I've wasted 200 pesos on snacks, souveniers, and water the past five days. 200 pesos. 20 dollars. I spent that on a lunch date with Shawn before I left. My shoes are 500 pesos. My shirt 250. The pain in my heart is immeasurable.

And yet, an almost surreal feeling comes upon me. A realization that this is the life they know. I only hurt for their loss because I have been spoiled with materialism. Trusting Christ for every day and every moment is so real for them. ... in all thy ways acknowledge Him, and He shall direct thy path. Oh that I could be more like these precious God fearing Christians.

my favorite things

Some of my all time favorite things might surprise you.

#5 – time alone: as much of a people person as I am, I never get over how great it is to have time alone. Time to do whatever I want. Time to think, dream, regenerate. Surf the net or clean the kitchen, whatever I WANT to do.

#4 – a crisp fall morning in Iowa – there is nothing like it. When the trees have changed color and are in the process of falling. I love those mornings when the leaves are falling and you can watch them fall. You can just see the seasons change before your eyes. The breeze is crisp, but not quite cold yet. It smells fresh and clean. I love that.

#3 – snuggling with my girls – at any given moment, I can bring myself to tears if I just think of a time when I snuggle with my girls. Ever since they were babies, and we would fight over who gets to sleep with the baby on your chest, we have loved to snuggle with them. Even as teenagers, I have to resist the urge at times (and sometimes I don’t resist) to crawl under the covers with them and snuggle.

#2 – cooking – but only when I have the time. I hate the “whatarewegoingtohaveforsupper” rush when I come home from work and I’m unprepared. But, I love Saturdays and Sundays when I actually have time to make something good and take my time at it. I love to try new recipes. This week I made this incredible pumpkin cheesecake cake. It was a pumpkin cake, with cheesecake ingredients swirled into it. So when it baked, it had this layer of cheesecake and a layer of pumpkin cake. It was sooooooooooooooo good. I think I undercooked it a bit – that’s the problem with new recipes. But, still it was good.

#1 – this has to be my all time #1 favorite thing ever. I love the first drink of the first cup of coffee in the morning. It has to be super hot, and when you swallow it, it burns all the way down to your toes. Shawn thinks I’m insane, but it’s true. There is nothing like the perfect cup at the perfect hotness.

I wonder what heaven will be like… will I be alone while I snuggle with my girls on a crisp fall morning while cooking and continuously drinking the first swallow of hot coffee?

Sunday, November 06, 2005


We’re all excited at our office. We have the greatest theatre
in the area. Now playing: Chicken Little Rated G, Dreamer: Inspired by a true story Rated G, and The Legend of ZORRO rated PG.
AND – its really fun when we work late, cuz the theatre is just across the street. When the marquee lights up and we are working, it’s always so exciting!

The theatre was renovated in 2000 I think, and the upper part – which I hear is pretty large – was made into a residential single family dwelling where the theatre’s manager and family lives.

The theatre is going to be featured on HGTV’s ReZoned. They are coming this week to film!

Maybe we’ll get some free advertising. We better clean up the messy office!

Word of the Day

Word of the Day:
Fulsome \’fĂșl-sem \ adj 1: characterized by abundance : copious 2: exceeding the bounds of good taste : overdone 3:excessively complimentary or flattering : effusive

Friday, November 04, 2005

apple crisp

If I'd have known that posting my bad mood on my blog would have brought me this delicious scrumptious plate of heaven, I would have posted my mood long ago.

Thanks for lifting my spirits friend! You are the best ever!

PS I updated my house blog. Check it out.

Thursday, November 03, 2005


I've been kind of grumpy lately. Too many irritations I guess. Too much stress. I wanted to write a blog but them I remembered what Thumper says: "If you can't say somethin nice, don't say nothin at all"... well, actually, I think it was one of Thumper's parents.

So, I'm not sayin nothin today.

Tuesday, November 01, 2005

Friday, October 28, 2005


okay - so I was helping Haleigh with her report for school -- me and -- cough cough -- college papers..???

anyway, and I stumbled across this report.

Basically, it says that the average American spends more time using media than even sleeping. And often we are guilty of using two types of media at the same time. OF course, the report is quick to point out that women are more capable than men of the media-multi-tasking... and that TV is still the prime choice among Americans. But, the computer is the second choice.

AND - I guess we have more time on Fridays - because Fridays are the most-used-media days.

So, Heth, guess that's why What Not To Wear is on Friday. It's definately the best show ever.


I am always completely impressed with people who can communicate effectively. Mostly because this is definately not something I am good at. I always think of things I WANTED to say after the fact, I'm certainly not quick on my toes, and I just plain can't think half the time.

One of my all time favorite movies is Pride and Prejudice. There is just something about the 18th Century that is intriquing to me. They were so eloquent back then. What happened to us? Somewhere the art of communication was lost, and we have settled for incomplete thoughts and ignorant speech. At least I have.

Anyway, where was I? Pride and Prejudice, 18th Century... oh yeah. see what I mean? can't think...

The thing that impresses me the most in Pride and Prejudice is their innate ability to insult one another eloquently. Before you knew what hit you, slam! insulted. It leaves you thinking... hey... I was just insulted.. I think. Now that's an art form.

I have a book that Shawn bought me for my birthday a few years ago. I like to look through it now and then. It's called Samuel Johnson's Insults. It is a compendium of snubs, sneers, slights, and effronteries from the 18th Century Master. Samuel Johnson's dictionary from 1755 has some of the ripest insults in the English language. When you can't think of something nice to say, just resort to my handy little book and let Samuel Johnson help you elevate your insult into an art form.

Some of the words in my book are interesting... words we use in different context today - thus showing our idiocy since we are insulting one another and aren't even aware.

My mom once said that she was just a "country bumpkin". I always thought that was kind of cute. But, now, I see "bumpkin" refers to a kind of worthless gourd, or melon. Bump is used amongst us for a knob, lump, much the same as blockhead... an awkward heavy, rustick, a country lout.

My sister would call me a ninny.... just something I thought referred to when I was being silly. Ninny is actually from the word ninno which means child in Spanish. It derives from child and innocent... but actually means "a fool; a simpleton". Gee thanks Tammy.

The word baggage - we consider stuff we carry. But, in the 18th century, baggage was a worthless woman often used ludicrously in slight disprobation. -- whatever disprobation means.

At any rate, definitely a handy book to have around when dealing with the public.

I had a recent visit from a barrel-bellied barber-monger who is intermeddling. I mopped - as I did not appreciate his venditation and am prone to mouth-friend the milksop sort myself!

Thursday, October 27, 2005

bedtime brainwork

1. 12 1/2 hours later and I'm still at work - downtown trick or treat night.
2. my arm hurts from holding that huge basket of candy all night.
3. My entire family is at work with me. along with the rest of the ciy.
4. There were some great costumes out there. some strange ones too.
5. I'm thinking some of those people were a little old to trick or treat.
6. If you work this long in one day are you entitled to Friday off?
7. I wonder if I got all my work done - nope.
8. I saved some candy (the good stuff) for the end. We didn't use it. now I get to eat it.
9. I can't think of anything more to say and I have to get to 10.
10. I don't know why.

afternoon assessments

1. Why is the phone bill so hard to read? I called them twice today for deciphers.
2. Where do all these papers in my inbox come from? I swear I just emptied it now it's full again.
3. Why did I eat so much for lunch? I didn't really like the chef salad that much anyway.
4. Where did the trick or treat candy go? I really should have had that for lunch.
5. Should I work on filing or on posting? I really don't want to do either.
6. Why is it so hot in my offfice? Probably because the heater vent is right under my desk blowing on me.
7. What is going on after work? Besides the crazy kids run around and do stuff stuff that is.
8. Where did this headache come from? probably from thinking about this stuff.
9. What am I going to make for supper? too bad I didn't go to Everyonesachef when I wanted to or I'd know.
10. Isn't that Harms customer nice? I really like nice customers.

Wednesday, October 26, 2005

morning musings

1. Why did I wake up at 4am this morning and wasn't able to get back to sleep?
2. I'm glad I woke up at 4am this morning, cuz now I have all my laundry done.
3. Why does the early news on KWWL just say the same things over and over and over again?
4. It's cold this morning.
5. I got up at 4am and I still couldn't get to work on time. 9 minutes late.
6. Good grief. What time do I have to get up to make it to work on time?
7. Gas is now $2.29 --- according to the radio guy.
8. How many times did KWWL talk about the cost of tuition at ISU going up 4%? 5 times ? 6 times ? It had to be more like 200 times.
9. I don't know that I ever cared before about the cost of tuition at ISU. Until now.
10. I frosted and decorated an entire cake this morning too.
11. I wish I would have made my cake walk cake better. Emily is going to work really hard to win it. I want her to get someone else's who put a lot of time and energy in theirs. Not mine Em, not mine. It's sweet though. How can I tell her it isn't good?
12. A person can get a lot of extra stuff done in three free quiet hours in the morning with no interruptions. But, still can't get the normal things done.

Tuesday, October 25, 2005

Trick or Treat

Trick or Treat
Our city is having a downtown trick or treat night this Thursday.
The businesses supply treats and the kids walk trick or treating from business to business.
I bought a LOT of candy for this thing.
I made a mistake.
I opened the candy bags and put them in a basket.
A basket that now weighs a hundred pounds.
Now, I must eat the candy.
Pretty soon, the basket will not be the only thing that gained 100 pounds.

Monday, October 24, 2005

new worship song

I thought I’d offer my suggestion for Pastor Bill’s next new song to introduce for the Worship Team to learn. This has to be my current favorite.

Hear Our Prayer – Hillsong

Hear our prayer Spirit, come
How I long forYour sweet touch.
On my kneesI cry out
Jesus, Savior
Behold your child.

Like a deer longing for water
My soul yearns;
Only you can fill my deep hunger
My heart burns My heart burns.

Oceans deep
Mountains high
O my God,
I cannot live without your love;
I cannot live without your love.
(Repeat Chorus)

Friday, October 21, 2005

Thursday, October 20, 2005

my calendar

When I look at the awesome calendar hanging on my office wall, I am reminded of my somewhat sick sense of humor. When we were married just 4 years or so, we went to counseling and the counselor called it “dry”. My sense of humor.

I happen to like it. I think it’s funny.

This month’s calendar page is called “ACHIEVEMENT” and is sort of like those motivational calendars… it has a beautiful picture of some sand triangle things (Bliggity what are they called?) in Eqypt or somewhere like that where there is lots of sand.

The words under the phrase say this:


Am I the only one that thinks that is hilarious?

I read ahead on the calendar to this weekend… this calendar is great. It says that on Saturday, October 22, in 1985, Oreste Lodi sued himself in a Shasta County Superior Court for trying to raid his own trust fund. He lost. And He Won.

It just makes me laugh.

Wednesday, October 19, 2005

candy bars

If you had to choose, which one would you pick?

  1. whoppers

  2. kit kat

  3. reeses

  4. hersheys milk chocolate

Tuesday, October 18, 2005


I created a new blog called 1405.
It’s going to be all about our new house.
Hopefully, we’ll be diligent enough to keep it updated.
Maybe not daily… but at least when something happens.


We paid off our van yesterday.
It’s now really ours.
Not the bank’s.
I think we might have to have a party.
A no-more-van-payment party.
I calculated it out. In the next year, we should have $5076.00 extra… all because we have no van payment.
I made a dream list of lots of ways to spend it.

  1. furniture

  2. cruise

  3. wardrobe

  4. investments

Shawn’s list most likely includes a motorcycle, computer, and guy stuff.

Reality is this list though:

  1. College education for the kids

  2. bills

  3. debt

  4. groceries

But, hey…. It’s fun to dream!

Monday, October 17, 2005

home sick?

Emily woke up with a tummy ache this morning. I decided to keep her home... just in case.
At 8:35 I was already knowing I made the wrong choice. Funny how that is.

I guess now I decided she just needs home time.... and mommy time. So, I called work and told them, we're sick.

carrot cake

For those of you carrot cake fans, this is an AWESOME recipe.
I’m making it for tomorrow night’s Tapestry Meeting.

1 ¾ cup plus 4 T flour
2 t. baking soda
2 t. cinnamon
¼ t. salt
1 ½ cup veg oil
1 2/3 cup sugar
3 eggs
4 cups shredded carrots
1 cup chopped pecans
½ cup raisins

Preheat oven to 350. Grease 10 inch round baking pan and line bottom with wax paper.
Grease the paper and lightly flour the pan and paper.

Stir together 1 ¾ plus 2 T flour, soda, cinnamon, and salt.
In a large mixing bowl, beat oil, sugar, and eggs until light in color… about 3 min on low speed.
Add flour mixture slowly, beating just until smooth.
Combine carrots, nuts, raisins, and remaining 2 T flour.
Stir into batter.
Pour into pan.
Bake 20 min at 350, then reduce to 325 for 50 min.
Cool at least 15 min.
Frost with cream cheese frosting.

Blogger for WORD

Blogger for WORD
I downloaded Blogger for Word.
I thought I’d check it out and see what it does.

So, this is a test blog.
I’ll let you know if it does what I want it to do.

I've been TAGGED...

I was tagged by the Laundry Lady ... and it has taken me all weekend to figure out what to write. Mostly cuz first I had to figure out what tagging is. So, I finished it finally.

1. Hind’s Feet
2. Dandelions & Roses
3. Lifenut
4. From Under the Laundry Pile
5. Dull as Dishwater

What were you doing 10 years ago?
In 1995, I was living in a small 2 bedroom bungalow (800 sq. ft) with my husband and 3 small girls, age 8, 6, 3. The house was a real gem. It had no cold water in the kitchen, and no hot water in the bathroom sink. The heat was an old gas stove in the middle of the house, with holes in the second story floor to heat the upstairs. We did laundry at the laundromat every week because there was nowhere for a washer and dryer hookup. I was working at the Best Western in town as a night auditor clerk for somewhere around $4 an hour, and Shawn was doing carpentry work.

What were you doing 5 years ago?
4 girls now – ages 1, 8, 11, 13. We had just stepped into the unforgettable teenage years with girls! We had graduated to an old victorian home, 100 years old. We had lots of room and big open spaces, but only 3 bedrooms with no way to expand except gut and demolish to make more bedrooms for our emerging teenage girls. I had joined the ranks of the full-time employed and was working with Shawn in the homebuilding industry, taking Em with me and running soccer mom duty after work.

What were you doing one year ago?
ages 17, 15, 12, 5 Sending my oldest daughter to high school as a senior, and my youngest to kindergarten! I stepped into the season of no more childcare while I work. Three of four kids in youth group and spent $350 to send them to Breakaway! We had cheerleading, volleyball, dance, musical practice, choir concerts, band concerts, girls basketball games, and the list goes on and on…

What were you doing yesterday?
Bookwork at the office ‘til 3pm, then home to organize the clutter from moving!

5 snacks you enjoy
sunflower seeds
cheesy doritoes and picante sauce
squeeze cheese and crackers
dry roasted almonds
Whoppers and recess peanut butter cups (I couldn’t choose between so I said 6!)

5 songs you know all the words to
"Bibbity Bobbity Boo"
"The very thought of you” by Etta James
“We got the Beat” by GoGos
“Paradise by the Dashboard Lights” by Meatloaf
“Time after Time” by Cindy Lauper

5 things you would do if you had a million dollars
Take a trip to Italy
Buy my mom a house
Treat my cousin Lisa to a bunch of awesome rewarding incredible things!
Take a trip with my extended family (or maybe just my brother Todd I don’t know)
Do lots of anonymous gift giving!

5 things you like doing
Drinking coffee
Shopping by myself
Writing (notes, letters, emails, thoughts, journals…)
Listening to Jazz (okay that’s 6)

5 bad habits
Eating late
Ignoring or only half-listening to people when I’m busy
Leaving piles of weeds all over when I pull them (or putting them in garbage bags in the garage and leaving them there for too long so they are heavy and stink)
Large Amounts of Caffeine Consumption
Leaving piles of papers and bills everywhere

5 things you would never wear again
pink and grey together
anything in a size 8
stirrup pants
plastic 80's earrings
two-pc swimming suit

5 favorite toys
My “planner”

my coffeepot :)
my kitchen


Tommy Boy


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Friday, October 14, 2005


my breakfast was good this morning!
I had a Casey's Cream Cheese Danish and Columbian coffee (with lots of half and half!)

Doesn't it sound heavenly?
If you know how to make these, I would pay you to deliver them to my house everyday.

Thursday, October 13, 2005

Ode to the pastors

I always title my blog entries before I write them. Today was no exception. Except now I am thinking... what exactly does "Ode" mean? I think I'll look it up....

Ode: 1. a lyric poem of some length usually of a serious or meditative nature having an elevated style and formal structure.

ut oh... that's not what I'm doing. Should I rename the blog entry? wait... let me read #2: A choric song of classical Greece, often accompanied by a dance and performed at a public festival as part of a drama.

hang on.... I'm DEFINATELY not doing that.

try #3: a classical Greek poem modeled on the choric ode and usually having a three-part structure consisting of a strophe, an antistrophe, and an epode.

If I attempt at this point to rename this blog entry then I would have already typed all of this in vain, and I can't do THAT. So, I'm going with ODE.. and I'll make it work.

ODE TO THE PASTORS (this is the poem part minus the serious or meditative nature)
For all you do,
This month's for you. (I know, somehow it's lacking so far)
For the hours you spend pouring over Sunday's sermon hoping it makes sense.
This month's for you.
For the endless Sunday mornings you wake and realize you never get to sleep in.
This month's for you.
For the late night calls and your groggy "no, that's okay... I'm not busy"
This month's for you.
For the endless requests about what style of music, how long the service is, what color shirt you should wear, which doors should be unlocked first, what verses you should use, and other vital church functions such as these...
This month's for you.
For the compassionate way you deal with the "God told me our church needs to..." issues
This month's for you.

Okay, this is the serious part of the ode....
We have the best pastors in the world. (come on Tina, do you really mean world? I mean, there's Billy Graham out there, and Chuck Colson, and David Jeremiah... and that's only in the United States... besides if they were the best in the world they wouldn't be here!)... okay... city.
It is officially Pastor Appreciation month, and because of the last four weeks worth of moving, we haven't taken the time to properly appreciate our pastors. If they are reading this, they are thinking... hang on, the month isn't over.
(Tina... remember... this is the serious part.... oh.. okay)
Seriously, of all the things these three could be doing in life... they are so talented and gifted. They are intelligent, far beyond many I have ever known. They are fun, witty, and bright people. They could be doctors, lawyers, business people, serious professionals.
And yet, because God called them, they have chosen to follow after Christ in a profession that often goes very unrewarded both financially and professionally. Because God called them, they have walked into areas of ministry that is both unknown and stretching. Because God called them, they have often burnt the midnight oil revising music, re-writing sermons, praying for lost families, teens, children. Because God called them, they would give up a Saturday afternoon with their families for a child rushed to the hospital, a teenager on drugs, or a broken marriage.
Often times, nobody knows the burdens they carry. For their own families, for their own marriages, for their own relationships, for their own finances, for their own lives. They don't often discuss their stuggles with temptation and sin. They don't announce their stress levels to the congregation.
I have a deep appreciation for pastor Angela, who is constantly joyful for my precious Emily. I am so thankful that God gave her the desire to serve children. To see children saved by Christ. To know that many a family is brought to Christ because of the faith of a child. To know that the effect she has on the children of today has a direct effect on the adults of tomorrow.
I have a deep appreciation for Pastor Jeremy. His desire for the teenagers to deepen in Christ is honorable. His passion for dedication and true circumcision of the heart in a world of status quo. His love for all the teenagers. I am thankful God brought him to our church.
And then Pastor Bill. I have a deep apprecation for Pastor Bill. If we just all had a glimpse of the burden he carries for the body here... if we could only see into his heart for just a moment, I know many would be amazed. His style of worship is not second rate. He doesn't serve a second rate God. He worships with a heart of true worship, and prays a challenge for the rest of the church to join him. He loves God and he loves people and that love is what causes him to do it again the next day.
Yeah, they're all pretty neat. They love God. They amaze me. I'm not sure I could do what they do.

ode to them! :)


Last night Shawn officially took the last load from the old house. unbelievable. 3 weeks and 6 days. one day short of 4 weeks to move. unbelievable.
As he was walking around the house, he was saying goodbye. Goodbye memories. Goodbye house. Goodbye soft water. Goodbye gas stove. Goodbye dining room. Goodbye piano. GASP!?!?!?! PIANO?!?!?!?!?!?!Oh no!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! We forgot about the piano!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
unbelievable. 4 weeks exactly.
Anyone free this afternoon to move a piano? Is there ANYONE we haven't used up all our favors with for the last four weeks? sigh.....