Gram's Place

I always seem to get a little carried away when I pluck my eyebrows. I did it again tonight. I don't know why I don't just stop, but there is something strangely addicting to plucking your eyebrows. After I completely harvested my impoverished eyebrows, I decided to read up on it. great timing I know. But, I found this little ditty. It's actually worth reading if you are an over-enthusiastic plucker like me! If you're NOT -- and you prefer the natural look, your photo might show up here.

I found this on acronym attic. the acronym BLOG means "Belonging to the LORD our God".

One year ago today, we were doing this. Things have changed a lot in one year for sure. And then some things have stayed the same. I'm still dreaming about buying furniture. We're still packed. Emily still shares a room with Abbie. But she doesn't like it anymore. Because, they still fight. One year ago I was actually faithful to blog everyday. Now, I just do it every other day or two or three... We will be painting in the new house this weekend. If you aren't doing anything come on over. We don't have a lot to paint. Just a couple bedrooms. The rest was too big of a job so we hired someone to do it. They are working this week and we will do our part on the weekend. After that, we are hoping to get some flooring in there and some trim and cabinets and move one of these days... By reading this you might think it has taken a year to get our house done. My poor husband would not like anyone thinking that. It has actually only been since the end of May. 4 mo

I shared this with my Bible Study group last week. I'm still praying it. I think I should probably do it every day for the rest of my life. Deliver me O Jesus from the desire of being esteemed. Deliver me, O Jesus from the desire of being loved Deliver me, O Jesus from the desire of being extolled, honored, praised . Deliver me O Jesus from the desire of being preferred to others Deliver me O Jesus from the desire of being consulted and approved Deliver me O Jesus from the fear of being humiliated Deliver me O Jesus from the fear of being despised, and of suffering rebuke Deliver me O Jesus from the fear of being slandered, of being forgotten, or being ridiculed . Deliver me O Jesus from the fear of being wronged and suspected. That others may be loved more than I That others may be esteemed more than I That, in the opinion of the world, others may increase and I may decrease , That others may be chosen and I set aside That others may be praised and I go unnoticed That oth

I read this blog today and had to listen to the music over and over and over again. I guess it's just one of those weeks of prayer. I listened and dreamed and prayed and thought over and over wondering WHO it was that kept praying for me during my teenage years - was it a teacher? a relative? a neighbor? a stranger? I wish I could thank them for their prayers. I wish I could thank them for believing in a God who loves me. Who cares about me. Cares enough to remind someone to pray for me. And I thought of all the people that I have prayed for this week. God has brought so many people to my path, to my heart, to my mind, to my remembrance. The woman who has been separated from her huband, the one who hasn't spoken to her sisters in years, the one who has been abused by a loved one, the one who has bipolar disorder, the one who is complacent in her faith, the one who misses her child, the one who has come out of the hurftul relationship, the one who is lonely, the one who i

Every now and then I just have to blab my random thoughts. They might not make any sense, but this is how my brain works... I poured my coffee into a carafe this morning when I left for work, and didn't drink it all. That is what is getting me through the day today because I am looking forward to drinking it when I get home. I was so thankful this morning for feet. It was awesome to me that God thought of making feet. That He realized how much we really needed feet. This week in INSTE we had to make a list of all the sins listed in the Bible. It was shocking to realize how wretched I really am. I have been humming Go-Go's songs all day.. You know, Go Go music really makes us dance, do watusi just give us a chance that's when we fall in line, cuz we got the beat, we got the beat we got the beat.... and I wonder to myself. Besides CHRIS, is there ANYONE in the world that knows all the words to the Beauty and the Beat album??? Give me a shout out will ya? What does it

13 Things I waste my TIME doing (Okay, so I don’t have the official Thursday Thirteen Code, cuz I’m too lazy to figure out how to do it! If you want it, and you’re not lazy, go here ) 1. It’s a four-letter word at times when I should be doing other things- BLOG 2. Watching LOST (Now I could argue that this isn’t a waste of time, and that it’s actually entertaining and therefore, therapeutic) 3. Eating sunflower seeds – it’s such an addicting thing to eat. 4. Reading Cookbooks – I know it’s a weird thing to read. But, we haven’t eaten the same meal in a month and a half because of my “reading”. 5. Making LISTS – It doesn’t matter what about, I just find myself constantly making lists. It just “feels” like I get more done if I write it down. 6. Thinking up 13 Things! Maybe it isn’t the blogging that wastes my time, it’s trying to think of something to say. 7. Google – need I say more? 8. Daydreaming – most of the time I daydream about my lists! 9. Cleaning my house – I sometimes wo

Today, my calendar reads: Pressure: It can turn a LUMP of COAL into a Flawless Diamond, Or an AVERAGE person into a Perfect Basketcase.

I went to the "World Trade Center" movie at the theatre yesterday afternoon with my husband and daughter. Two minutes into the movie I began to cry. I didn't stop. seriously. The magnitude of the collateral damage caused on that day five years ago continues to echo through the hearts of all Americans. Many bloggers today are remembering and posting tributes to those who died. I join them in saluting all the Americans who died at the World Trade Center, as well as those who continue even today to fight for the freedom we have in America. I don't take lightly the sacrifices many American men and women have made on my behalf, and for my family. I also salute those firefighters, police, public servants, who do their jobs everyday for us in America. The people that put their lives on the line because they value life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness. God Bless them all.

I know that she has a great friend. My heart is heavy for the day they realize that their religious beliefs and backgrounds may have a severely profound effect on their friendship. I adore the beauty of their innocence and cringe at the thought of the world smacking them in the face one day. T: Can you have a sleepover on Friday night? E: No, we already have plans. T: What plans? E: I don’t know. How about Saturday? T: I can’t. We have church right away in the morning. E: So! You can go to second service. T: what? E: Second service. T: Sacrament service? E: second service. T: sacrament service?? E: SECOND SERVICE!! Mom: Maybe they don’t have two services at their church. E: Do you have two services at your church? T: (to her mom) Mom, do we have services at our church? Mom: Yes. T: yes, we have services at our church. E: so you can go to second service. T: sacrament service? E: NO… SEC…OND…SER….VICE. T: (to mom) Mom, what do we call service? Mom: We call it sacrament service. T: We hav

All of our company trucks look the same. Seriously. the same. they do. I'm not kidding. Okay, so yesterday, I went with Shera and Shawn in his truck to a jobsite. We were looking at the house, and we met another guy that works for us there. We kicked around looking at the house for a while, and then we decided we'd better get back to the office. So, Shera and I jumped into the truck and waited for Shawn to get it while we were chatting away about colors and decorating, and exteriors of houses, etc... at one point, I remember thinking "I wish she would move over, she's taking up all the room". The other guy opens the truck door and says "Are you girls going with me today?" I thought "why? are you taking shawn's truck somewhere". For a brief second, I tried to remember if my husband had said he needed to trade vehicles with someone today for some reason... and then shera said "oh my gosh! We got in the wrong truck!". When I looke

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