Saturday, December 30, 2006
Person A: Let's go to Target this morning.
Person B: Good. We need milk. Kroger has a grocery section correct?
Person A: Kroger is a grocery store. I'm pretty sure they have a grocery section.
Person B: I meant Target has a grocery section.
It was way funny. Wish you could have been there.
Thursday, December 28, 2006
Wednesday, December 27, 2006
The idea of waiting for something makes it more exciting.
** This is my 100th post....I'll celebrate with a more exciting number. Check back to see what that number will be. **
Monday, December 25, 2006
A Savior born for me. WOW! May you not cease to remember the true reason why we celebrate today.
Friday, December 22, 2006
When: Wednesday, December 27, 2006, 6:30 PM
Where: Meet at the Target parking lot
Why: Why not!
Wednesday, December 20, 2006
My small group is doing the Experiencing God study this semester. In day 5 it says the following:
In waiting you are shifting the responsiblity of the outcome to God -- where it belongs! (Can I get an "Amen!" ) *
Then when God gives you specific guidance, He will do through you more in days and weeks than you could ever accomplish in years of labor. Waiting on is always worth the wait. His timing and His ways are always right. You must depend on Him to guide you in His way and in His timing to accomplish His purpose. **
This is so true. I can try and try and try to figure out His plan for my life, but all of my efforts to figure it out before He is ready to reveal His plan are just wasted years of my life I could have spent studying more about Him and praying for His will for my life as well as for my church, friends, family, etc. Sometimes as a human I feel so stupid, but then He comes to me and comforts me with His words and I realize it's ok. He is still waiting on me.
* Words in parenthesis are mind.
** Experiencing God, Henry T. Blackaby & Claude V. King, 1990
Monday, December 18, 2006
525,600 minutes, 525,000 moments so dear.
525,600 minutes - how do you measure, measure a year?
In daylights, in sunsets, in midnights, in cups of coffee.
In inches, in miles, in laughter, in strife.
In 525,600 minutes - how do you measure a year in the life?
When you read the number 525,600 it seems so large, yet living this time it seems to go by so fast. So many things happen over the course of all these minutes. I pray as you reflect back over the minutes of the past year that you will see how far you have come and how much you have grown. I pray God has opened doors for you in ways you never imagined. I pray that you have a testimony to share of how He has grown you this year. And mostly, I pray that in the next 525,600 minutes that you will continue to seek Him and grow in ways you can't imagine. I pray you will make the adjustments that He asks so that you can go with Him into His perfect will for your life. This is also my prayer for myself. That He will have complete control and that when He opens doors and shows me the way He wants me to go, that I will be willing to make the adjustments needed in my life to go.
Friday, December 15, 2006
Wednesday, December 13, 2006
Friday, December 08, 2006
Thursday, December 07, 2006
Tuesday, December 05, 2006
Monday, December 04, 2006
Thursday, November 30, 2006
How many times have you heard Philippians 3:14? More than you can remember I can probably guarantee. It wasn't until recently that I read the 2 verses prior to 14 and realized how much more Paul was telling us about God in these verses. We aren't already perfect. We also are forgiven. As humans we constantly sin. Whether it is a blatent sin that the public can point out to us or a sin we know we commit in private, we still sin. And oftentimes we hold on to these sins as a barrier to us moving forward in our work for God. But as Paul points out to us, when we ask forgivenss we need to put behind us (forget) our past sins and keep straining ahead for the goals that God has in mind for us. God does not remind you of your past sins. He has forgotten them when you repent of them. Satan will constantly throw them in your face so that you feel unworthy of what is ahead on God's path for your life. I pray that you will take hold of these verses and remember that while you are not perfect, you are forgiven, and through God's graces you can have the strength to move beyond your past (and forget it!) and toward the goal of the prize which God promises to those who believe and follow His will.
Saturday, November 25, 2006
Tuesday, November 21, 2006
Monday, November 20, 2006
Friday, November 17, 2006
1) I got a call-back interview for November 21 at 11:00 A.M. This will be with a broader group of individuals. This makes me nervous. But God is in control. His will be done.
2) I will find out the status of my current job the week of December 4-8. It looks even less promising than before. 40 people from a seperate department were told yesterday they would not be part of the retained organization. All total, that department cut 85 positions, 45 being held by contractors and temporary employees.
3) My friend J and I had our monthly date night yesterday. We went to Regas and have decided that we should have careers in the food critique business. Maybe I'll write my Regas review on here in a day or so. It was wonderful though! Much better than last month's date location.
4) My little doodlebug is coming to spend the night tonight. This is her first trip to stay overnight with me since Emma went home to be with Jesus. I figured my sister would keep a tight reign on her so I haven't really asked for her to come. However, the doodlebug believes I have disowned her because she hasn't been down here. So she's coming twice during the next weeks timeframe. Tonight we will be going to see the movie "Happy Feet." It should be interesting.
5) The M.C. Hammer turkey card. Your Thanksgiving will not be complete without viewing this one.
6) I changed my blog settings to allow anonymous comments. So blog-stalker you can now comment. Have at it.
7) My friend Sheriff is my blog-stalker. I have a blog-stalker. I feel like I am really something in the world of blogging now. I guess knowing who my blog-stalker is takes some of the fun out of it, but still. It makes me happy. :-)
I should probably end this now. I've rambled on long enough. I need to go meet my sister so that I can have my quality time with the doodlebug.
Tuesday, November 07, 2006
Monday, November 06, 2006
Friday, November 03, 2006
1. Pray - Pray for the babies, their families, the doctors and nurses who will be a part of their tiny little lives. Sometimes their stay in the hospital is short. Sometimes it is long. However, the prayers that are lifted up for them mean all the difference.
2. Donate - give to your local Children's Hospital. In Knoxville there are various ways you can donate. You can pledge an amount during their annual fundraiser each Spring. Or for some fun, you can attend the Fantasy of Trees the week of Thanksgiving at the Knoxville Convention Center. Funds from this event help the hospital raise much needed money for purchasing new machines that help in the ever-present fight for the lives of these children.
3. Donate - give to your local Ronald McDonald House. These homes provide a restful atmosphere that feels like home so that families can stay near their little ones while they are in the hospital. You can give by providing funds, cooking meals, and various other volunteer activities.
4. Support the March of Dimes.
5. Support a ministry like Gus's Gang. This was started out of one family's loss of their child, Gus. The family used Gus's name to stand for God Understands Suffering and titled their ministry Gus's Gang. Gus's Gang maintains a blog for families of chronically ill children with updates so others can be praying for the families and rejoice in their steps and pray more fervently with their setbacks. They also reach out to the familes and the other siblings in these families who are also affected by a sick sibling.
** Thanks to JD over at Gus's Mom blog for the idea for this blog today.
Monday, October 30, 2006
1) A Fanklin-Covey organizer.
2) A label maker by Dyno.
However, considering I spent last Christmas sleeeping in a hospital chair next to my sister's bed so my mom could be at home with my dad, I'll be most thankful if we can just have all family members together again. Last Christmas my uncle had passed away only a few weeks prior and my sister was on bedrest in the hospital keeping Baby Emma in the oven for as long as possible. So, even though both the grandparents are not in the best of moods with their current situation (have someone sit with them 24/7), I am just asking for time spent together with my family. If we can manage that with no tirades, I'll consider that the best present ever!
Thursday, October 26, 2006
For some light reading, visit the Gus's Mom link to the right and read her dad's response to her Christmas list (which is posted below the response.) I laughed because I've had the same responses from my dad on lists before...so now they only go to mom.
Thursday, October 19, 2006
Wednesday, October 04, 2006
Hmmm... makes me wonder if they have a book on Jack Handy quotes. I think I'll check on that next week.
Friday, September 22, 2006
Wednesday, September 20, 2006
News to report:
1) Kimberly-Clark will be letting approximately 200 people go from their Knoxville location. Doesn't look too promising for me. Just pray they keep me until January 1, 2007 so I can be fully vested. Thank you President Bush for signing new laws protecting us after 3 years of employment rather than the traditional 5. WooHoo!
2) Alzheimer's is the cruelest disease. Not to the person who has it because they don't know what is going on. But it is cruel to those who have to care for the person with it. But alas, God will get the glory for everything in the end.
3) B is coming to town this weekend. YEAH! She is bringing her friend S to a ballgame. B and S will be hanging at my house so it will be fun.
4) H moved in this weekend. It is nice having a roomie again. We are going to go on a diet/exercise regime together. I wonder how long we can make it last. I'm sure it will be the subject of future blogs as me having to cut out some of my favorite fast foods will not be fun.
5) Last home game for UT for a few weeks is this weekend. That means my feet will get a much needed break from standing behind a popcorn stand for 6+ hours until October. I am thankful for the extra money I am making, and thankful for the break I will be getting.
Well, that is more than I intended to post on. Wow! I guess I had more to say than I thought.
Thursday, September 07, 2006
Tuesday, September 05, 2006
Her infant daughter was taken away too soon, but the memory of their time together and her bright-eyed 3-year-old help young mom find strength for the future
By CHANDRA HARRIS, email@example.com September 2, 2006
TALBOTT - Strands of necklaces drape around her dolls' ears and then underneath their noses.
The beaded decorations, to 3-year-old Gracie, symbolize oxygen tubes that wouldn't be enough to save her baby sister's life. Born at 23 weeks, weighing a pound and five ounces, with barely formed lungs and a heartbeat that could be seen through her thin skin, ailing Emma Faye Cody fought for her every breath for seven months. She lost the fight near the end of July.
It didn't matter that a glass window barrier stopped Gracie from planting kisses on Emma's forehead at East Tennessee Children's Hospital. The question was always the same: "When is Emma coming home?"
"Soon," her mother, Jessica Cody, would say. She would quickly follow up her answer with a quiet chat with God asking Him to please "lessen the close calls (of Emma dying) and keep her baby's heart beating so she can see, play with her sister."
"I have a baby sister. Her name is Emma," Gracie says to strangers in grocery store aisles. "She's in the hospital now. But she will be coming home soon."
Emma wouldn't be coming home.
Her pastel nursery would remain empty. Her pink baby clothing would stay neatly folded and affixed to hangers.
Still the big sister, Gracie asks: "When will Emma be coming home?"
Her Nana answers: "Baby Emma went to live with Jesus in heaven. She's not coming home with us because Jesus knows best."
Temporarily satisfied, Gracie scoots off to play with her dolls, still adorned with her necklace oxygen tubes.
Carole and David Turner know their granddaughter will ask the same question later but "we'll just keep answering her the best we know how."
At 24, Cody's questions aren't dissimilar from her daughter's: "Why couldn't Emma have made it? Why couldn't she get better to come home?
"I am angry with God."
Dreaming that the loss of her child isn't real, Cody can hear what Emma's cries might have sounded like in her sleep.
"I never heard her cry," Cody said, remembering rubbing Emma's tiny chest night after night.
Soothing Emma soothed Cody as she dealt with the heartache of going through a divorce.
What became normal was driving to and from Hamblen County to Knoxville; hearing the microwave-sounding beeps of Emma's monitoring machine and resetting it herself; handing her bills over to her parents; figuring out when her mother could stand in her place at the hospital; and checking in with her dad, who took on the roles of father and grandfather, to tell Gracie "goodnight and I love you."
"I would whisper the same thing in Emma's small ears every night," she said.
"She looked like me, with her fat cheeks and her big brown eyes. She was stubborn like me, never wanting to give up.
"Emma taught me how to be a fighter for every moment in life.
"She was the littlest thing that I ever put my whole life into," Cody said with a tear-stained face.
She finds her refuge in what seems like buckets of her tears, her parents' patience and strength, and homemade meals from her surrogate grandparents, neighbors Bill and Betty Pearson.
"While I know God doesn't give more than you can bear," she finds herself asking rhetorically, "Lord, haven't you given me enough?"
"I don't know where or what to do from here," she said.
"I eventually want to go back to Walters State (Community College). I want to get married again. I would even have more children. I want a family life like my parents gave me and my sister.
"But right now I can only concentrate on the next five minutes, the next 10 minutes and Gracie keeps me looking forward to the next minute because her life helps to continue mine.
"I do thank God every night for the short time I had with Emma. And then I thank Him that I still have Gracie."
And Gracie thanks God for her "Mommy, Nana, Bop-Pa and God, can you please keep Emma's diapers changed until me and mommy can come and get her? Amen."
Friday, September 01, 2006
Monday, August 28, 2006
If I ever opened a trampoline store, I don't think I'd call it Trampoland, because you might think it was a store for tramps, which is not the impression we are trying to convey with our store. On the other hand, we would not prohibit tramps from browsing or testing the trampolines, unless a tramp's gyrations seem to be getting out of control.
The memories of my family outings are still a source of strength to me. I remember we'd all pile into the car - I forget what kind it was - and drive and drive. I'm not sure where we'd go, but I think there were some trees there. The smell of something was strong in the air as we played whatever sport we played. I remember a bigger, older guy we called "Dad". We'd eat some stuff, or not, and then I think we went home. I guess some things never leave you.
Laurie got offended that I used the word "puke", but to me, that's what her dinner tasted like.
Whenever I see an old lady slip and fall on a wet sidewalk, my first instinct is to laugh. But then I think, "What if I was an ant, and she fell on me?" Then it wouldn't seem quite so funny.
It takes a big man to cry, but it takes a bigger man to laugh at that man.
Children need encouragement, so if a kid gets an answer right, tell him it was a lucky guess. That way, he develops a good, lucky feeling.
I can't stand cheap people. It makes me real mad when someone says something like, "Hey, when are you going to pay me that $100 you owe me?", or, "Do you have that $50 you borrowed?" Man, quit being so cheap!
Thursday, August 24, 2006
I have a friend, P, who I always thought was one of the nicest guys I had ever met. He appears quiet and reserved upon meeting him. Once you get to know him he has a quick sense of humor and is much fun to be around. I always thought he was the type of person who would never hurt a fly, more or less a human. However, it has come to my attention (as well as Brown Sugar, Tryphena, and JT) that this is not the case. On Wednesday nights (after churhc and walking), a group of us meet at a local tennis court to play a friendly game of doubles. Last Wednesday night P and I were playing doubles against Brown Sugar and Tryphena. Out of nowhere, P slams the ball across the net and hits Brown Sugar in the stomach (appendix area.) SMACK! You could hear it from the back of the court where I was hanging out. That was aggression #1. P apologized and we thought all was well in the world and that it was an innocent mistake. However, after the tennis match last night I'm not sure we all feel the same way. Brown Sugar and I were playing doubles against P and JT. P was serving to Brown Sugar. Suddenly the ball is headed straight for me, not Brown Sugar (as it should have been.) Needless to say, my reaction time was not good so I got nailed in the thigh. Aggression #2. P, you get one more chance. If you hit someone next week, I'm afraid we're going to have to take you down with our rackets. I still consider P a nice guy....just not on the tennis court.
Wednesday, August 23, 2006
Thursday, August 17, 2006
A couple of blogs I read have recently named favorite childhood toys. Contrary to what my dad may think, my styrofoam boomerang was not my favorite. Hands down it was the Smurf big wheel. Man, that thing could fly. I don't know if it was because it wasn't weighted down by the baby seat like my sister's Cabbage Patch big wheel or if I just had super human strength in peddling the blue machine to insane speeds. Whatever it was, I just remember some of my happiest times on that big wheel. I remember when I wore holes through the wheels in the first one... my next big wheel had to be a Smurf. They only replacement for a Smurf big wheel was a Smurf big wheel.
What was your favorite childhood toy?
Wednesday, August 16, 2006
Monday, August 14, 2006
“There is a direct relationship between expectation and disappointment, and much of our disappointment in relationships is not because people have actually wronged us, but because they have failed to meet our expectations." -- Paul Tripp
Saturday, August 12, 2006
Friday, August 11, 2006
The end of a matter is better than its beginning,
and patience is better than pride.
I am praying for patience in my life. I know, I know. Everyone always says, "don't pray for patience" because you'll get it. I am usually a patient person. I don't mind waiting at red lights for the most part (except the one exiting the interstate to Emory at 11:00 PM. It takes forever.) It irritates me when people are late, but I'm usually the one who is late. As of late I have become very unsettled about some issues and realize that I can't just make them go away with the blink of eye or the snap of a finger or by just saying I want them resolved. So I guess I am praying for specific patience. But I know I'll still catch every red light on the way home today. And I'm ok with that.
Thursday, August 10, 2006
Wednesday, August 09, 2006
It amazes me that people can be so mean. My sister received a message on her instant messenger yesterday from a person who told her that if she did not change that my other niece, G, would have her life ruined as well. The person used Bible verses out of context to say really cruel things to her. My sister is not perfect. None of us are. Satan will attack using anyone and any circumstance. It breaks my heart that people can be so mean under normal circumstances, but to attack when someone is already so broken is reaching to a low only Satan could bring a person to. I guess the biggest surprise was that this commonly happens to parents who lose a child. A friend of ours who lost her son at the end of May said that she had to delete comments off of her blog that people left saying mean things about her.
My prayers now are first for my sister, that she will remain strong and God can continue to work in her life. But I also pray for those who would be so cruel as to say these things. I keep hearing the words of Casting Crowns over and over in my head. Unfortunately the storms never pass as quickly as we would like, but God knows His plans for us and I know the sunshine will eventually pass through the clouds in His timing. I have posted the lyrics below so you can read them as well.
Praise You In the Storm
I was sure by now, God, You would have reached down
And wiped our tears away
Stepped in and saved the day
But once again I say "amen" and it's still raining
And as the thunder rolls I barely hear
You whisper through the rain "I'm with you."
And as your mercy falls, I raise my hands and praise the God who gives and takes away.
And I'll praise you in this storm and I will lift my hands
That You are who You are no matter where I am
And every tear I cry You hold in Your hand
You never left my side and though my heart is torn
I will praise you in this storm
I remember when I stumbled in the wind you heard my cry to you and raise me up again
My strength is almost gone how can I carry on if I can't find You
But as the thunder rolls, I barely hear You whisper through the rain "I'm with you"
And as your mercy falls, I raise my hands and praise the God who gives and takes away
And I'll praise you in this storm and I will lift my hands
That You are who You are no matter where I am
And every tear I cry You hold in Your hand
You never left my side and though my heart is torn
I will praise you in this storm
I lift my eye unto the hills
Where does my help come from?
My help comes from the Lord
The Maker of Heaven and Earth
And I'll praise you in this storm and I will lift my hands
That You are who You are no matter where I am
And every tear I cry You hold in Your hand
You never left my side and though my heart is torn
I will praise you in this storm
Tuesday, August 08, 2006
Tomorrow, August 9, is National Underwear Day. Yes, you heard it here first. It's a day to celebrate in your skivvies. Now, I recommend that you celebrate in the privacy of your own home. But in Manhattan they will be celebrating in the streets. So go home, wash your favorite pair, and celebrate in style tomorrow. But if you leave your house, please put clothes on. And always remember what your mother said, "Put on clean underwear in case you are in a wreck." Everyone knows how much worse it is to have a wreck with dirty undies.
For more information on this topic, read Sam Venable's column.
Saturday, August 05, 2006
Thursday, August 03, 2006
Saturday, July 29, 2006
Friday, July 28, 2006
There is a song by Casting Crowns that says, "And as your mercy falls, I raise my hands and praise the God who gives, and takes away. I'll praise you in this storm, and I will lift my hands, for you are who You are, no matter where I am. And every tear I cry, you hold in your hands, you never left my side, and though my heart is torn, I'll praise you in this storm." These words have spoken to me so much over the past couple of weeks. God has never left our side through all of us, and He will continue to be with us. His plans are mightier than ours and He blessed us with the fiestiest little girl for 7 months. And for that I can be thankful.
Thank you, thank you, thank you! God has blessed me and will continue to bless my family. He never gives us more than we can take.
Tuesday, July 25, 2006
Monday, July 24, 2006
Thursday, July 20, 2006
On the drink coasters: Because sometimes you need a cup of coffee to go downtstairs to get a cup of coffee.
On the room key: If you are late to a meeting held in your on room, buddy, you've got no excuse.
On the door hanger: There's a good reason for you not to knock right now.
I hope you enjoyed these little plays on words as much as A and I did.
Tuesday, July 18, 2006
WOW! 20 years ago. That's a long long long time. So, here they are:
10. "Love Touch" - Rod Stewart
9. "Your Wildest Dreams" - The Moody Blues
8. "There'll Be Sad Songs (To Make You Cry)" - Billy Ocean
7. "Glory of Love" - Peter Cetera
6. "Who's Johnny" - El DeBarge
5. "Holding Back The Years" - Simply Red
4. "Danger Zone" - Kenny Loggins
3. "Nasty" - Janet Jackson
2. "Sledgehammer" - Peter Gabriel
1. "Invisible Touch" - Genesis
#4 and #7 are great additions from great movies...Top Gun and Karate Kid 2. You just have to love songs from soundtracks.
Monday, July 17, 2006
Oh! Poor Arynda.
She is now in Heaven.
She was sweet as Splenda
And died at the young age of 47.
While she was watching Gilmore Girls
And grading our plagarized work,
She swallowed a pearl,
And then croaked with a smirk.
She will go down in history
As being one of the best,
Her death is still a mystery,
Yet when she died she messed.
Saturday, July 15, 2006
C and A are on the move. I enjoyed a nice game of tennis with my good friend A tonight. I fully expect us to be at Wimbledon next year. The little trophy in the picture....yes, it will be ours. So, to all of you would be tennis players out there, if you want a real challenge just call A and me. We'll take you on any day. We'll even let you win so that you can feel better about yourself. After all, no one should ever intentionally show some one up. It's just not nice.
Friday, July 14, 2006
Thursday, July 13, 2006
Wednesday, July 12, 2006
1. I am thankful for getting to hold Baby Emma last Friday. She has the prettiest brown eyes (like her mama.) Such a pretty, sweet baby she is. I think I'll call her Babybug. After all, big Sister is Doodlebug.
2. My sister. I know we don't always get along (ok, we rarely get along), but she was my constant playmate growing up. We raced our bigwheels all over my parents farm.
3. The times that God has blessed me with being able to spend with my grandparents. Growing up it seems like the best place to visit. Whever we were sick mom always took us there. I have so many memories of being at their house when I was young. And the sayings that my papaw has left me with are priceless. I still treasure being able to go to their house now as an adult and entertain them once a week. I praise God He is giving me this time with them now so I have all the happy memories.
4. My mom. The rock in my sister's life and the best Nana her grandbabies could want. We may not always see eye to eye on things, but she raised me and I haven't done anything too bad yet. Besides, if it wasn't for her, who would my dad and I have made the butt of every joke growing up. We all know Jess couldn't take it.
5. My aunts. They have given above and beyond the call to take care of their parents. From getting called in the middle of the night, to going to my grandparents multiple times per day just to calm them down when they knew nothing was wrong. I hope I can be as good of a daughter as they are. (Note: I've told them all I will not be that good so they better find a good nursing home and get their applications in now!)
So, in light of all the downs, I'm thankful that God has allowed me to reflect on the negative and see the positive. It's all in His hands and He would never give us something that He didn't see fit into His perfect plan.
Tuesday, July 11, 2006
Baby Emma - she is not doing well. The doctors are very frustrated. She is not keeping her oxygen rates up well at all. She goes into the teens and 20s and stays there even when they bag her.
My Sister - pray that she will accept God's will no matter the outcome of this. She has been away from church for a long time and I pray she won't lose faith over this situation.
My Grandparents - they were both diagnosed with early stages of alzheimer's today. This means no more driving and someone is going to have to stay with them pretty much all of the time.
My mom - strength to be there for both my sister, her granddaughter, and her parents.
My mom and her sisters - pray for strength for them as they deal with their parents. They will take the worst of the yelling and fighting over lost independence.
I praise God that He will not give us more than we can handle and that He uses all things for His good and perfect will.
Monday, July 10, 2006
Friday, July 07, 2006
I am thankful for:
- God's grace, it's sufficient for even me and all of my faults and shortcomings.
- My health (even with my 80 year old hips!)
- The doctors and nurses at Children's Hospital for being God's aides in getting Emma to 6 months old.
- Blessings exceedingly above and beyond what I deserve on any day.
So often we get so caught up in the negative of the world that we forget to stop and count the blessings we do have. I hope you'll take the time today to stop and remember how much you truly have. And while you're remember, remember to thank the One who provided it. Without Him, you wouldn't even exist to enjoy the blessings.
Thursday, July 06, 2006
Wednesday, July 05, 2006
18:23 - J said, "Generic protein shakes taste like a cross between c---t and Goodwill underwear."
19:07 - C said, "Not all water tastes the same."
19:30 - Walter let one rip.
19:34 - J sat stiller.
20:18 - J lost her ability to sit stiller.
(The morning's travel log is MIA.)
14:35 - J demonstrated "Thinking woman's pose.
14:39 - Discovered hair/lint wad in rental car.
15:00 - 19:00 - Made sweet plates and cups.
19:29 - C was right.
19:34 - Wal-Mart has no movies.
19:55 - Belk closed.
20:01 - The town has officially shut down.
20:12 - Woman spotted in spandex shorts w/ lime green tube top.
11:30 - C knocked limeade into J's seat.
12:34 - J knocked over the cards. Twice.
13:17 - J rolled the window down with her foot.
16:09 - C said, "we need to make a list of things to get accomplished and done."
16:10 - J made list.
17:30 - Saw camel on the interstate.
18:32 - Bought sparklers: got 1 free!
18:55 - Girls from Oshkosh, WI, were "peeved."
And that was our adventure. I'm sure you wish you had been there. But at least we kept a travel log since you couldn't. Until the next adventures of C and J.
Tuesday, July 04, 2006
My Heavenly Father, who blessed me by allowing me to be born free.
My father, who served in Vietnam.
My grandfather, who served in WWII.
My cousin, who served in Iraq during the first Gulf War.
My cousin, who served in times of peace.
To my friends who have served.
To those who gave their life so that I might enjoy the life I have.
To all those who serve and have served.
I thank you and pray that God will give you a peace about what you are doing and that you know you are doing it because it is part of His plan for your life. Thank you!!!!!
Monday, July 03, 2006
"...Thy will be done...."
It's not about me. It's about Him. It's not about what I want, but about what He wants for my life. It's very hard to "let go and let God" but that is what we are to do. It is His will for our lives that matters, not ours. I found myself sitting and thinking tonight about that very thing. When we pray we so often ask for the specifics of what we want. Psalm 37:4 says "Delight yourself in the Lord, and He will give you the desires of your heart." This doesn't mean that just because we pray and ask for a specific we get it. No, it must still be of His will for us. Garth Brooks sang the song "Unanswered Prayers." That is so wrong. God answers all of our prayers. He may not answer them in the way we as humans want them answered, but He answers them according to His will. After all, it is the only good and perfect way for our life to be led. I am praying for God's will for myself and for all of my friends. It's the only way to live life and know that it is being lived to the fullest.
Friday, June 30, 2006
Wednesday, June 28, 2006
Friday, June 23, 2006
O LORD, you have searched me and you know me.
You know when I sit and when I rise; you perceive my thoughts from afar.
You discern my going out and my lying down; you are familiar with all my ways.
Before a word is on my tongue you know it completely, O LORD.
You hem me in—behind and before; you have laid your hand upon me.
Such knowledge is too wonderful for me, too lofty for me to attain.
Where can I go from your Spirit? Where can I flee from your presence?
If I go up to the heavens, you are there; if I make my bed in the depths, you are there.
If I rise on the wings of the dawn, if I settle on the far side of the sea,
even there your hand will guide me, your right hand will hold me fast.
If I say, "Surely the darkness will hide me and the light become night around me,"
even the darkness will not be dark to you; the night will shine like the day, for darkness is as light to you.
For you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother's womb.
I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful, I know that full well.
My frame was not hidden from you when I was made in the secret place. When I was woven together in the depths of the earth,
your eyes saw my unformed body. All the days ordained for me were written in your book before one of them came to be.
How precious to me are your thoughts, O God! How vast is the sum of them!
Were I to count them, they would outnumber the grains of sand. When I awake, I am still with you.
If only you would slay the wicked, O God! Away from me, you bloodthirsty men!
They speak of you with evil intent; your adversaries misuse your name.
Do I not hate those who hate you, O LORD, and abhor those who rise up against you?
I have nothing but hatred for them; I count them my enemies.
Search me, O God, and know my heart; test me and know my anxious thoughts.
See if there is any offensive way in me, and lead me in the way everlasting.
Wednesday, June 21, 2006
Growing up vacation time seemed endless. You got out of school in the late May/early June time frame and had at least 2 months of vacation. Plus there was Spring Break and Christmas Break with a few long weekends in between. Now I have 17 days of vacation. The game now is to figure out the best way to monopolize those 17 days along with holidays to get the most time off.
It just hit me that God never takes a vacation. Yes, He created the earth and all that is within it in 6 days and then rested on the 7th, but He doesn't get any vacation days. He is on the job 24/7. Listening to our prayers, working in our lives, guiding us down the path of our life. We however, do not give Him the same devotion. We turn to Him when the path is rocky or when we hit a fork in the road. His desire is for us to dance with Him down the straight, wide-open paths as well. He desires that we take a vacation from our daily lives and just spend time with Him. That vacation time is way more important than the 17 days I have accumulated in an Earthly job. My prayer is for more vacation time with God. He will give me the rest I need.
Tuesday, June 20, 2006
So, my friends A, B, and K decided to practice flirting on the way to our fantabulous Hotlanta get away this past weekend. It all stems from this new show on TV about how to get the guy. Apparently you should look him in the eye for 4 seconds, smile, then look away. It all sounds pretty funny to me, so I asked D last night what he thought about it. Apparently he did an indepth study in college on the very subject and explained to me how to do it. Then we learned I am horrible at it, that guys probably think I'm evil, and thus why I am still single. HAHAHA.
So, that got me thinking of pick up lines. My all time favorite is "Do you believe in love at first site, or should I walk by again?" That's awesome! How can you compete with that?
Here are some other classics:
- You must be tired because you've been running through my mind all day.
- If I could rewrite the alphabet I would put U and I together.
- You must be a broom because you have swept me off my feet.
If any guy or girl ever uses a horrible pick up line on your (or they just aren't your type), simply reply "I like your approach now let me see your departure."
What do you think are classic pick up lines?
Monday, June 19, 2006
I spent Friday and Saturday in Atlanta with some close friends and my cousin J. I blogged about J's brother D in my previous blog. I found it facinating he held the record for most hit batters by a pitch in the ODAC. Well, I failed to mention his sister is equally as talented. Below are just a few of the things J has done well in her short life:
1) She hit 7 batters in the first softball game she ever pitched.
2) She has survived being run over by a boat (life jackets really do save lives!)
3) Her t-ball team consistently ranks last (or at least near the bottom) in their league
4) Had her dad had his way, her initials would have been ARG (pirate speak) and she coaches the pirates. However, her initals are JGG and that just isn't as exciting.
5) She's the youngest grandchild. It's always the hardest to be the youngest. (For more info on this, ask friend J.)
I am sure there are many more facinating things about J I am leaving out, but one can only blog on such a facinating person for so long. So, hat's of to J. You are far cooler than your brother. After all, he has it so rough as the only male grandchild.
Thursday, June 15, 2006
I had the pleasure of spending some time with my Aunt S and Cousin D at a ballgame last night. It is times like this that you truly realize how wonderful your family is at being great. D plays baseball for Emory and Henry college. Go Wasps! So, as we were watching the game and recounting memories of baseball games played over the years by Cousin D, I learned how truly great he is. We have always been told in life to pick something we are good at and excel in that. You know the old saying, "find something you love and you'll never work a day in your life." Well, I'm not sure Cousin D interpreted that correctly. I learned last night that my one single solitary male 1st cousin holds the record in the ODAC for most batters hit with a pitch. Yes, you read that correctly, my cousin has hit more batters with his pitching than any other pitcher in the conference. I think we need to tell him going forward to find something he's good at that does not harm others or hinder his team and excel in that! But, hats off to D, at least he's good at something.
Wednesday, June 14, 2006
Ok, so I'm an admitted NASCAR fan. I've watched it my whole life. I went to my first Bristol race when I was in the 4th grade. I used to be a member of the Darrell Waltrip Fan Club back in the day. I am not that devoted to any driver now. I have those I cheer for (Elliot Sadler, Tony Stewart), but more importantly I have those I cheer against (Sissy pants pretty boy, bug eyes, the Busch brothers.) I think part of what I like about this sport is the history...it is Southern through and through. It has its roots in moonshining and souped up old cars. Who can cheer aginst the #43? It's legendary, just like the man who drove it to 200 victories (Richard Petty, for those who didn't know.) The best naps are on Sunday afternoons when I can lay on the couch with the sound of the cars running in the background. It's soothing. And the wrecks, there is nothing like them. How many times did he flip? 6? 7? 8? I miss some of the old things: driver rivalries, one car teams beind successful (Alan Kulwicki), and the close contact with the drivers. Corporate America has come in and made it an expensive sport. Cars cost millions to build and maintain, and the ticket prices are ridiculous. But as long as there is racing, I suppose I'll still be going...
Tuesday, June 13, 2006
Monday, June 12, 2006
What do you fear? Spiders? Heights? Commitment? Airplanes? Children?
When I was young my parents took me on one of those sightseeing helicopter rides over Pigeon Forge. I remember thinking, "I bet I could make a huge splash if I jumped in the pool at Ogle's from this height!" (I was too young to understand that would kill me!) Then in elementary school we studied airplanes and space shuttles so we walked to the local airport and road around M'town in a little plane. I thought it was so cool to see all the little things. Then I did not flying for the next 15 years. After graduating from college I had to fly to Wisconsin for some training for a new job. I wasn't big on the thoughts of flying, but I decided it was ok. I have flown several times since but each time it seems my fear grows. Even the thought of getting in a plane terrifies me. I look up at planes in the sky and half the time I feel scared for the people on them. I know this sounds ridiculous, but I really fear this.
A friend and I have talked about fear a lot lately. It's ironic that no matter what the fear is, it drives us drastic measures. We can't eat, we get nervous, we clam up, our emotions get out of control. What fear does this to you? I had begun researching this subject in the Bible and last night at church God handed it to me via our student minister in the service.
The LORD is my light and my salvation;
Whom shall I fear?
The LORD is the strength of my life;
Of whom shall I be afraid?
When the wicked came against me
To eat up my flesh,
My enemies and foes,
They stumbled and fell.
Though an army may encamp against me,
My heart shall not fear;
Though war may rise against me,
In this I will be confident.
One thing I have desired of the LORD,
That will I seek:
That I may dwell in the house of the LORD
All the days of my life,
To behold the beauty of the LORD,
And to inquire in His temple.
For in the time of trouble
He shall hide me in His pavilion;
In the secret place of His tabernacle
He shall hide me;
He shall set me high upon a rock.
And now my head shall be lifted up above my enemies all around me;
Therefore I will offer sacrifices of joy in His tabernacle;
I will sing, yes, I will sing praises to the LORD.
Hear, O LORD, when I cry with my voice!
Have mercy also upon me, and answer me.
When You said, “Seek My face,”
My heart said to You, “Your face, LORD, I will seek.”
Do not hide Your face from me;
Do not turn Your servant away in anger;
You have been my help;
Do not leave me nor forsake me,
O God of my salvation.
When my father and my mother forsake me,
Then the LORD will take care of me.
Teach me Your way, O LORD,
And lead me in a smooth path, because of my enemies.
Do not deliver me to the will of my adversaries;
For false witnesses have risen against me,
And such as breathe out violence.
I would have lost heart, unless I had believed
That I would see the goodness of the LORD
In the land of the living.
Wait on the LORD;
Be of good courage,
And He shall strengthen your heart;
Wait, I say, on the LORD!
My fear of flying is still there. It isn't going to disappear overnight. I just have to remember to hand it over to Him and He will take care of me.
Ah, the female brain. Such a complex subject. I think as women we often wonder what is going on up there as much as men do. However, we now have new insight as to why women process things so differently than men do: women are constantly focused on many things while men focus on a single item. Now, I know what you are thinking, "Men have a one track mind." Yes, it's true. If a man is working on something, he will be completely consumed on that one item. Women however always have multiple thoughts running through their heads.
And this is where I get back on my soapbox about whatever happened to Mrs. Cleaver.
I believe that what I know now about how the female brain focuses on many things at once while the male brain is single-task oriented backs up my theory of women being homemakers and men being the breadwinners as the ideal lifestyle. Women being able to multitask leads them to being able to care for a child, clean a house, cook dinner, wash clothes, and still have time to make some chocolate chip cookies all in a days work. However, men being able to focus on one task leads them to be better at business: they can enter a meeting and focus solely on the task at hand, making wise decisions, and doing what they are programmed to do best.
Now, before you all get hostile on me, I think some women make very good and successful business women. However, I don't believe the majority of women are capable of the determination and single-mindedness that it requires. And I also know men who stay at home and keep a perfectly functioning, well run house. But, I'm going to stick to my theory that well run households are made up of a husband who works outside the home and a wife who works inside the home. Each are putting in well over 40 hours per week.
Thursday, June 08, 2006
I became a big fan of Shaunti Feldhahn after I listened to her speak on her book For Women Only. She and her husband, Jeff, have now released the follow-up book For Men Only. My friend, D, lent me a copy of the book to read. WOW! Did these people look into my head while writing this book? I believe so. This book is a guide for men to the "inner lives of women." Scary, I know, as sometimes I think my own mind is too much for even me to handle.
A couple of nights ago I read the chapter "The Deal Is Never Closed." This chapter dealt with the fact that just because you have sealed the deal and married a woman (or committed to dating them exclusively) that doesn't mean you can just quit letting them know that they are important to you. I found myself being taken back several years to the last serious relationship I was in. As I read the words of the book I felt myself reliving the thoughts and emotions I experienced during the last few months of that relationship. There was no reassurance. And when I did ask (or pester) the person they would say the words I needed to hear and then say they felt they were contributing to the emotions I was struggling with. Now that I have read this chapter I could better have communicated to them what I was feeling. Even reading this as a female I can see where I could have seen where the person wasn't serious in their words (especially since their actions didn't back them up) and saved myself some heartache or I could have given it to them to read so they could see that they weren't meaning what they said and were in fact adding to my emotions because of it.
Men, just because you may be romantic clods (which Shaunti explains in her book), doesn't mean you can't try. Now granted women need to be more patient with you as you learn and know that criticizing your efforts will not help themselves feel more appreciated and loved in the future as the man will not try again. But it is the little things we (as women) look for. The simple compliments, a hug, a reaffirmation (even if we just got one 30 mintes ago.) And men, find where you can "shine" for that special someone in your life and go for it. If you aren't into the whole romantic thing, it still wouldn't kill you to stop by the grocery store and pick up some fresh flowers for that special someone in your life. Women know that not every man is programmed for romance, fine dining, and dancing, but all men can contribute their own special touch that is just for that special woman in their life.
So, I'm sure I didn't cover all my thoughts on this chapter and I'm sure those who read this will have their own opinions of my opinions, but they are my opinions.
Tuesday, June 06, 2006
Today is A's birthday. She is the most humble person I know. She hates being in the spotlight so hopefully she won't read this post. God has truly blessed me by allowing her to be a part of my life for the last year or so. I can always count on her to be there when I need her and to be praying when I ask. She encourages, listens, jokes, plays, loves, laughs, and exhibits Christ in her life every day. Thank you God for my friend A. May You allow us the pleasure of spending many more years in her presence.
So Happy Birthday, A. I love you and count myself truly blessed to know you.
Monday, June 05, 2006
Learnings from the weekend:
1) D makes a killer bbq sauce.
2) Sasquatch did not find us. He must not live near Walland because I know we made enough noise.
3) Red recluse spiders are more poisonous than brown recluse. *
4) I still don't like the sound of guns being shot.
5) I am better at croquet than J. Finally something I can do better than she can!
6) A pedicure at Wal-Mart is the best there is.
7) 2 pecans and a strawberry make a filling breakfast.
8) Nothing on earth is better than good times spent among my Christian friends. Thank you all for the wonderful weekend.
* Note: there is no such thing as a red recluse. Please don't tell A though. He thinks they are very bad.
Friday, June 02, 2006
Today Baby Emma is 5 months old. She also had a very serious surgery. When the doctor went in to operate he found her liver to be very inflamed. This is due to her chronic lung disease. Unfortunately he knicked her liver so she had to have a blood transfusion during the surgery and the surgeon was not able to do her Fundoplication as well as he had hoped. However they were able to get the feeding tube put in so that is a blessing. Please pray for little Emma as she heals from this surgery. Pray that what part of the Fundoplication that the surgeon was able to do will hold and be sufficient to prevent her reflux. Also pray that her lungs heal so that her liver size will decrease. God is in ulitimate control and my family has placed Emma in His hands where we know she is safest. In that we take constant comfort for His ways are so much greater than our ways.
"The Lord bless you and keep you,
the Lord make His face shine upon you and be gracious to you;
the Lord turn His face toward you and give you peace."
Wednesday, May 31, 2006
This Saturday our Bible Fellowship (Sunday School) class will host a pit roast at my good friend J's house. We are praying that the guys do not dress in native gear, but you will have to show up to see. All are welcome to come, so join us. Hopefully (we're crossing our fingers here) the food will be edible. The entertainment is a guartantee. Real pictures of a roast from 2006 to come I am sure.
Thursday, May 11, 2006
Monday, May 08, 2006
Thursday, May 04, 2006
Friday, April 28, 2006
When I wander through the desert
And I'm longing for my home
All my dreams have gone astray
When I'm stranded in the valley
And I'm tired and all aloneIt seems like
I've lost my way
I go running to Your mountain
Where Your mercy sets me free
You are my strong tower
Shelter over me
Beautiful and mighty
You are my strong tower
Fortress when I'm weak
Your name is true and holy
And Your face is all
I seekIn the middle of my darkness
In the midst of all my fear
You're my refuge and my hope
When the storm of life is raging
And the thunder's all I hear
You speak softly to my soul
Tuesday, April 25, 2006
Friday, April 07, 2006
Wednesday, April 05, 2006
Monday, April 03, 2006
I was surfing the internet today and stumbled across Christian comedian Kerri Pomarolli. What caught my eye was a humerous cartoon on her webpage. As I read more about her, I learned she had recently released the following book: If I'm Waiting on God, Then What Am I Doing in a Christian Chatroom?: Confessions of a Do-It Yourself Single. I think that so many of us feel that way so often. My friends and I have had numerous conversations on this topic. One of their moms said to me yesterday it seems the girl has turned into the pursuer in the relationship these days. It is so hard to know exactly what we should do, but we need to make sure we are seeking God every step of the way. I pray that God will not allow me to be a Do-it Yourselfer, but that He will guide my steps to be completely and totally in His perfect will when the correct person is ready to seek out a relationship with me. That doesn't mean I won't be reading this book though!
Click here for some humerous comic strips.