Thursday, January 29, 2009
Humility from an unexpected source...
Facebook is all the rage these days. Provided it doesn't become a time vampire that sucks every available (and unavailable) minute out of your day, it is quite fun- hilarious, actually. There are so many people whom I haven't kept up with by virtue of geographical distance or just plain losing touch; but with FB, they are just a search away.
Now the "friends" part is interesting: apparently, and I don't know if this is just Urban Legend, FB has a limit of 5,000 friends per person. I doubt I'm in danger of exceeding this!! But every once in a while, I am caught completely off guard by a friend request. This happens when I read a name and think, "Why would _________ want to be my FB friend?" I either totally ignored the person because he/she wasn't "cool" enough, or I just didn't make the effort to be friends.
So I am humbled by these requests. It makes me pause and wonder, even though (thank God) I don't act quite as immaturely as I did in high school, are there people around me today whom I judge as just a little "different" or "weird" and don't pursue as friends? Shouldn't Christ's love compel me to reach out to everyone in my sphere of acquaintances? Just a thought. Or two.
Now the "friends" part is interesting: apparently, and I don't know if this is just Urban Legend, FB has a limit of 5,000 friends per person. I doubt I'm in danger of exceeding this!! But every once in a while, I am caught completely off guard by a friend request. This happens when I read a name and think, "Why would _________ want to be my FB friend?" I either totally ignored the person because he/she wasn't "cool" enough, or I just didn't make the effort to be friends.
So I am humbled by these requests. It makes me pause and wonder, even though (thank God) I don't act quite as immaturely as I did in high school, are there people around me today whom I judge as just a little "different" or "weird" and don't pursue as friends? Shouldn't Christ's love compel me to reach out to everyone in my sphere of acquaintances? Just a thought. Or two.
Saturday, November 29, 2008
Thankfulness...
I've been scarce in Bloggetyville lately. Our life is very full with two children in traditional school, two whom I homeschool, Scouts (girl and boy), wrestling (Harrison, not me and Rob), church plant, learning and growing in my roles as wife and mother, etc., etc., etc. It certainly isn't that I have nothing to say, or that I don't want to blog, but I've had to make choices with my time, just as we all do.
We just celebrated Thanksgiving, and I'll let y'all in on a little secret: I like Thanksgiving better than Christmas. Really. I like Christmas- don't get me wrong; I just like Thanksgiving more. I think there's less pressure or something. At any rate, I thought it would be good for me to enumerate some reasons for thankfulness this year. The list is by no means exhaustive.
We just celebrated Thanksgiving, and I'll let y'all in on a little secret: I like Thanksgiving better than Christmas. Really. I like Christmas- don't get me wrong; I just like Thanksgiving more. I think there's less pressure or something. At any rate, I thought it would be good for me to enumerate some reasons for thankfulness this year. The list is by no means exhaustive.
- our new (to us) home
- sweet fellowship of believers in the church plant
- Harrison
- Eli
- Sophia
- Kirk
- Rob- you're the best, and I love you. But you get your own post on our anniversary.
- friends
- family
- salvation
- growth
- debt-free living within reach in 2009
- contentment
I'd love to read some of your reasons for being thankful.
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Wednesday, October 08, 2008
Rainy Day Fun and Reminiscing...
I was watching some littles on the playground today, and one little girl, Maggie, came up to me and my friend to tell us something. What she said I really don't remember, but HOW she said it- oh my! Hilarious. So that led me to thinking about the many things my kids did/do that are so funny. Rob's Nanny told me one time that I really should write those things down. I was in my early 20's when she said that, so naturally I thought, "Why would I need to do that? I'll never forget these things." Well, guess what? I have forgotten a lot of things. But a coupon for pantyliners and a forecast for a rainy day made me remember...
Once upon a time, long, long ago, we lived in the Mojave Desert in the uppermost corner of LA county. There were only four of us in those days: Rob, me, Harrison, and Eli. Our kitchen floor was that 13x13 glossy ceramic tile. You know- real uptown but hard to keep clean. Anyway. Rain in SoCal (southern CA for those who've never lived there) is not like what we folks in the good 'ole South experience. See, it doesn't rain for MONTHS there. And when it does start, like in October or November, it's a big deal.
It had been raining off and on for about a week that fall. I had taken the boys to the library and the park already that week, so I decided they could have some indoor fun at home. I put some toys out in the living room and some music in the CD player and told the boys I would be folding laundry in my room. Eli was around 14 months old, and Harrison was 4 (almost 5). As I was folding the second load of laundry, I began to hear hysterical giggling- the kind that gives kids hiccups because they can't catch their breath. I remember thinking to myself, "What's so funny about Legos and 'The Wheels on the Bus'?" I walked into the living room, but the boys weren't there. I went on into the kitchen where I beheld my offspring having the time of their short lives. "Momma! We're skating!" Harrison told me. "But y'all don't have on socks," was my last thought before Harrison demonstrated what he found. "Look, Momma! Skates that stick to your feet." Sure enough, he had found a box of pantyliners, peeled off the backing, and stuck them to the bottoms of his feet. And since he was nothing if not a helpful brother, he rigged Eli- who couldn't walk yet- by sticking them to the palms of his hands and his knees.
So now it's written.
Thursday, October 02, 2008
And so it begins...
The weather here in south GA was wonderful today: sunny, breezy, and warm. This morning I told the kids we would go to their favorite park later in the afternoon, after homework. (This, by the way, is a great motivator) I so enjoy watching my four play and interact with other children. Initially they all stay together, then "fan out" after 10 minutes or so.
I was sitting on a nearby bench when I looked up to see Kirk perched on top of the monkey bars. He was casually telling a group of three girls, "Yeah. I can pretty much do a backflip off these monkey bars." The girls, of course, were suitably impressed. With a 6-year-old. Unfortunately for him, the girlies wanted to see some action. I thought Kirk would start backpedaling, but it was not to be. "Well, y'all have to see that some other time. It makes mommies nervous when I do stuff like that."
Impressing the ladies. Holla.
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Wednesday, September 24, 2008
WFMW: Repair wood scratches...
Got kids or pets? Then you "got" scratches on your wood furniture- I don't care who you are. The wood crayons have never really worked for me; I don't know if I had the wrong color or what. But here's what to do. Take an oily nut (filbert, Brazil nut, macadamia) and bit it in half. Eat the half that is in your mouth. Take the other half and rub with the grain of the wood across the scratch(es) on the furniture. The natural oils in the nut will fill in the cracks. No kidding! Want more great ideas? Then go see what works for everyone else!
Labels: works for me
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
And now for Part II: the spawn and a rat....
Remember our Roachityville Horror? My guess is that y'all are dying to know the continuing saga...and so I shall indulge you. To be honest, we haven't seen the first big live cockroach in our home since that dreaded Monday night two weeks ago. Did you catch the big and the live part? Carrying on...See, turns out that roach poison doesn't kill roach eggs (apparently), so now we have little cockroach spawn. The good news is they can't fly- yet. The bad news is WE STILL SEE ROACHES. My friend Susan called them, let's see if I can get this just right, "sad little orphans." Excuse me?!
Moving along.
The mouse problem I mentioned? As luck would have it, there was not a mouse. There was a rat. Two of them. The good news is they are both dead (and were before I ever laid eyes on them). The bad news is that when I did lay eyes on them they were a maggot-infested stench. Ahem.
We still love our house. Really, we do. It's quaint and quirky, complete with some crooked inside windows. And not a wall or doorway is square, level, plumb- whatever. It's ours, and it's affordable (less than affordable, actually). It just happens to carry extra tenants- temporarily.
Moving along.
The mouse problem I mentioned? As luck would have it, there was not a mouse. There was a rat. Two of them. The good news is they are both dead (and were before I ever laid eyes on them). The bad news is that when I did lay eyes on them they were a maggot-infested stench. Ahem.
We still love our house. Really, we do. It's quaint and quirky, complete with some crooked inside windows. And not a wall or doorway is square, level, plumb- whatever. It's ours, and it's affordable (less than affordable, actually). It just happens to carry extra tenants- temporarily.
Labels: home ownership
Friday, September 19, 2008
He loves me...
So here's the man- complete with headphones and towel on the bridge over Tallulah Gorge! Fun times!
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