When tears our shed in my house it is because I am either really angry and need to let out some steam or because I am on my knees praying for a friend or family member and sometimes my own wretched soul.
I have been known to shed a tear when a sweet commercial comes on and I cried like a baby the year that Fantasia won "American Idol." But these days, I find myself shedding a tear from the sweet emails, cards and phone calls our house has been receiving. I am so blessed to have friends, family and even strangers reach out to our family during this time. God is good to provide us with community.
Last night though I had a different type of shedding of tears. My husband hurt my feelings. I will not go into the details because we have moved forward, all is forgiven. But he hurt my feelings, bottom line.
Finally last night around 2 a.m I broke down and started doing the "ugly cry," the cry that leaves you with such a headache and your voice sounding like you have a serious cold because of all the mucus stuck inside your nose. It was not pretty. I cried for many things other than Jeff hurting my feelings-I cried for my cousin and her long day, I cried for our family, I cried for my great-grandmother who is hanging on by a thin thread and I cried for myself because I am sick of feeling sad. But I soon found comfort.
Jeff came to my side of the bed, wrapped his arms around me and sat there silently stroking my hair until I could not cry anymore. It was a beautiful feeling! At one point I thought to myself, "This is why God gives us helpmates." He later asked me what I needed from him to get through this chapter of our life and I smiled and said, "You just did it."
So with that, I am thankful for a husband who for now is not trying to fix the problems around me but comfort me as we walk this journey. We don't know what the next few weeks hold for us but we know that we will take it one step at a time together and for me that is what a good marriage is all about.
"Thank you Lord for blessing me!"
Monday, April 02, 2007
Friday, March 30, 2007
20 Ways To Maintain A Healthy Level Of Insainity
This week has been so crazy, insane is a better word for it. I am heading to a retreat this weekend so last night Jeff and I chalked it up to spiritual warfare. He was so sweet last night, he was sitting in a chair, got up and said, "You have had such a hard week and deserve a hug." It was so random, out of the blue even, that I started crying like a baby. He was sweet to just let me cry it out. I later went to bed at 8:30-I NEVER go to bed that early but I fell asleep watching "The Office" and only woke up long enough to turn off the television and the lights in the bedroom. I realize that I am not the only one who has had a crazy week so when I received this email from my sister-in-law I decided it was blog worthy too.
Enjoy, 20 Way to Maintain A Healthy Level Of Insanity
1. At lunch time, sit in your parked car with sunglasses on and point a hair dryer at passing cars. See if They Slow Down.
2. Page yourself over the intercom. Don't disguise your voice.
3. Every time someone asks you to do something, ask if they want fries with that.
4. Put your Garbage can on your desk and label it "In."
5. Put Decaf in the coffee maker for 3 weeks. Once everyone has gotten over their caffeine addictions, switch to espresso.
6. In the memo field of all your checks, write "For Smuggling Diamonds"
7. Finish all your sentences with "In Accordance with the Prophecy."
8. Don't use any punctuation.
9. As often as possible, skip rather than walk.
10. Order a Diet Water whenever you go out to eat, with a serious face.
11. Specify that your drive through Order is "To-Go."
12. Sing along at the Opera.
13. Got to a Poetry Recital. And ask why the poems don't rhyme.
14. Put Mosquito Netting Around Your Work Area and Play Tropical Sounds all Day.
15. Five days in advance, tell your friends you can't attend their party because you're not in the mood.
16. Have your Co-Workers address you by your wrestling name, Rock Bottom.
17. When the Money comes out the ATM, Scream "I Won! I Won!"
18. When leaving the Zoo, start running towards the parking lot, yelling "Run For you Lives! They're loose!"
19. Tell your children over dinner, "Due to the economy, we are going to have to let one of you go."
20. Take the weekend to recuperate from the long, stressful week.
Enjoy, 20 Way to Maintain A Healthy Level Of Insanity
1. At lunch time, sit in your parked car with sunglasses on and point a hair dryer at passing cars. See if They Slow Down.
2. Page yourself over the intercom. Don't disguise your voice.
3. Every time someone asks you to do something, ask if they want fries with that.
4. Put your Garbage can on your desk and label it "In."
5. Put Decaf in the coffee maker for 3 weeks. Once everyone has gotten over their caffeine addictions, switch to espresso.
6. In the memo field of all your checks, write "For Smuggling Diamonds"
7. Finish all your sentences with "In Accordance with the Prophecy."
8. Don't use any punctuation.
9. As often as possible, skip rather than walk.
10. Order a Diet Water whenever you go out to eat, with a serious face.
11. Specify that your drive through Order is "To-Go."
12. Sing along at the Opera.
13. Got to a Poetry Recital. And ask why the poems don't rhyme.
14. Put Mosquito Netting Around Your Work Area and Play Tropical Sounds all Day.
15. Five days in advance, tell your friends you can't attend their party because you're not in the mood.
16. Have your Co-Workers address you by your wrestling name, Rock Bottom.
17. When the Money comes out the ATM, Scream "I Won! I Won!"
18. When leaving the Zoo, start running towards the parking lot, yelling "Run For you Lives! They're loose!"
19. Tell your children over dinner, "Due to the economy, we are going to have to let one of you go."
20. Take the weekend to recuperate from the long, stressful week.
Thursday, March 29, 2007
My Brain Is Too Tired For A Good Title
The rain outside mirrors my mood today.
For those of you praying for my cousins twins, thank you! Sadly Jayde died early this morning. Our hearts go out to the Kory and Jaymie.
I always wonder why God has Jeff and I in a holding pattern. Sometimes I get really, really mad but other times I rejoice. And today I am rejoicing for that.
You see because of this time in the "waiting room" I have a very flexible schedule. I am able to drop everything in a moments notice to pray, eat lunch with friends, talk on the phone, stay up late praying some more and visit you when you are down and out.
I guess God knows what He is doing. A few months ago, a conversation with me would consist of me talking about house hunting and trying for babies. For some reason the last few weeks this has not been my focus. I don't care about a house. I love my apartment and the memories Jeff and I have made it our "home." I desire to have a baby but right now I just want to rest in the assurance that God has a plan for me.
I love the fact that I am exactly where God wants me. I am able to serve and serve completely because that is the place God has for me. I am in the final chapter of Beth Moore's book. It is a MUST READ. I have grown through the 175 or so pages. Last night before bed, I read a little more.
Let me end with a quote, it may be a bit long but read it anyway. Did you hear me I said READ IT! It is well worth it! Beth is talking about life after the pit and the choices we make to stay on firm ground.
"Or you could make up your mind that you're in with God, standing upon that rock, the rest of your days. The apostle Paul called it being found in Christ (see Philippians 3:9). No matter how long it's been since you've seen me, He is where you can find me. Whether my health flourishes or fails, that's where I'll be. Richer or poorer, I've made up my mind. In the light of day or dark of night, find me in Christ. Spouse or not. Kids or not. Jobs or not. I've made up my mind.
When you've made that decision and given your heart, mind and soul in all their fissured parts; and when you've given your past, present, and future "to him who is able to keep from falling (Jude 1:24); and when you know you're absolutley in come what may...congratulations, Sweet Thing. You're out of the pit and your feet are on a rock."
Beth Moore, "Get Out of That Pit" page 167
So you see, today sucks to be honest with you but I am choosing to stand on the rock of God. In Christ alone, will I find my strength to withstand all the CRAP that has been tossed my way the last few weeks. And as my mom would say, "Leave it at His feet" so I off to do just that.
Oh and when times get bad He surrounds us with wonderful friends and family so to each of you out there who have called, emailed, hugged, prayed, left sweet comments-here is a big old internet hug just for you! x0x0x0x0x
For those of you praying for my cousins twins, thank you! Sadly Jayde died early this morning. Our hearts go out to the Kory and Jaymie.
I always wonder why God has Jeff and I in a holding pattern. Sometimes I get really, really mad but other times I rejoice. And today I am rejoicing for that.
You see because of this time in the "waiting room" I have a very flexible schedule. I am able to drop everything in a moments notice to pray, eat lunch with friends, talk on the phone, stay up late praying some more and visit you when you are down and out.
I guess God knows what He is doing. A few months ago, a conversation with me would consist of me talking about house hunting and trying for babies. For some reason the last few weeks this has not been my focus. I don't care about a house. I love my apartment and the memories Jeff and I have made it our "home." I desire to have a baby but right now I just want to rest in the assurance that God has a plan for me.
I love the fact that I am exactly where God wants me. I am able to serve and serve completely because that is the place God has for me. I am in the final chapter of Beth Moore's book. It is a MUST READ. I have grown through the 175 or so pages. Last night before bed, I read a little more.
Let me end with a quote, it may be a bit long but read it anyway. Did you hear me I said READ IT! It is well worth it! Beth is talking about life after the pit and the choices we make to stay on firm ground.
"Or you could make up your mind that you're in with God, standing upon that rock, the rest of your days. The apostle Paul called it being found in Christ (see Philippians 3:9). No matter how long it's been since you've seen me, He is where you can find me. Whether my health flourishes or fails, that's where I'll be. Richer or poorer, I've made up my mind. In the light of day or dark of night, find me in Christ. Spouse or not. Kids or not. Jobs or not. I've made up my mind.
When you've made that decision and given your heart, mind and soul in all their fissured parts; and when you've given your past, present, and future "to him who is able to keep from falling (Jude 1:24); and when you know you're absolutley in come what may...congratulations, Sweet Thing. You're out of the pit and your feet are on a rock."
Beth Moore, "Get Out of That Pit" page 167
So you see, today sucks to be honest with you but I am choosing to stand on the rock of God. In Christ alone, will I find my strength to withstand all the CRAP that has been tossed my way the last few weeks. And as my mom would say, "Leave it at His feet" so I off to do just that.
Oh and when times get bad He surrounds us with wonderful friends and family so to each of you out there who have called, emailed, hugged, prayed, left sweet comments-here is a big old internet hug just for you! x0x0x0x0x
Wednesday, March 28, 2007
Sibling Rivalry
Parents if you are wondering will my kids ever quit fighting? The answer is yes! But the need to compete will ALWAYS be there. As you can see from above picture, my brother and I monopolized the basketball game at Chuckie Cheese's the other night in a friendly game of competition. I was two baskets ahead at one point but missed my last two baskets while my brother made both and beat me by one point. If you are a little sister than you understand how bummed I was when I realized that I almost beat MY. BIG. BROTHER. AT. THE. NET! Dad took a picture though in the middle of the game, proof to me and to Gunnar that I was kicking his booty most of the game.
Now this made me proud! You see when I was in junior high, my brother would scream at me in the stands, "Foul so you can get on the books!" Ain't no fouling happening this time my friend, no sir, no way! Nothing but net!
Now this made me proud! You see when I was in junior high, my brother would scream at me in the stands, "Foul so you can get on the books!" Ain't no fouling happening this time my friend, no sir, no way! Nothing but net!
For those of you who can't see the numbers like I can, that says:
Gunnar-47
Susan-67
Sadly I screwed it up in the final seconds but we have already scheduled another duel at Faith's birthday party in May. I will keep you posted. In the meantime, you can find me Friday and Saturday night at the local arcades around time-practicing for the big match.
Tuesday, March 27, 2007
Because She Is Super Nice!
Rachel, J-me's sister in law, who is very good at updating her blog has set up a blog to keep us all in the loop on the twins progress. And since I have a few of Jaymie's college friends peek in here from time to time I thought I would post a link to her blog as well.
Go on over and leave a note of encouragement-I know Jaymie and Kory would love to hear from old friends and family and those who just wish they were lucky enough to be lumped into the friend and family category.
http://thephillipsphamily.blogspot.com/
By the way, I woke up this morning, prayed for the Jayde and Kanyon and then drifted back to sleep praying for Corbin.
I am really, really sad that so many little ones are struggling these days. Satan you better cut that out, do you hear me?!?!
Go on over and leave a note of encouragement-I know Jaymie and Kory would love to hear from old friends and family and those who just wish they were lucky enough to be lumped into the friend and family category.
http://thephillipsphamily.blogspot.com/
By the way, I woke up this morning, prayed for the Jayde and Kanyon and then drifted back to sleep praying for Corbin.
I am really, really sad that so many little ones are struggling these days. Satan you better cut that out, do you hear me?!?!
Prayers for Corbin
I will be praying today for this little guy to the left. His name is Corbin and he is undergoing surgery to correct his spine this morning. It will be pretty extensive so please join me in prayer. To read more see his website. Jonathan and Holly-may God's peace surround you tomorrow and may you feel all of our prayers covering you thorough out the day.
God bless each and everyone who are praying tomorrow as well.
Monday, March 26, 2007
Getting on My Knees
Last night, Jeff and I were sitting in the kitchen having a chit-chat-it was late-but we had just arrived home and were enjoying discussing the quirks of our day. Because it was full of quirks from sun up to sun down!
The phone rang, it was 1:25 a.m. to be exact. I freaked. It was my friend Jodi. She NEVER calls this late-so my heart skipped a beat, something was wrong.
My cousin Jaymie had her twins-she is only 25 weeks pregnant. Jodi and I did what we do best, cry, pray and laugh. We laughed when I told God in my prayer that His way really does SUCK! I believe God would want me to speak my heart since He already knew what I was thinking anyway. I love having friends who will pray with you even though they are miles and miles away. Last night I went to bed, dreaming I was at Camp Deer Run, on staff with my favorite people, sleeping the first night with only the women's staff in Women's 6 laughing and falling asleep in mid-sentence. (I love you all sweet chicks!)
Today we celebrate the birth of Jayde Spencer (the girl) and Kanyon Luke (the boy)
Jayde weighed 1 lb 12 ounces and Kanyon weighed 1 lb 10 ounces- we are cautious and praying.
Please pray with us!
I leave you with the prayer that my mom forwarded me from a pastor on staff at her church. God is good to intercede for us when we have no words to say!
Be Strong and of good courage! I pray for the strength of the Father to fill each of those little lungs with the breath of life and that each day their lungs take in more of His presence. I pray that with each beat of their little hearts our Father’s energy flows through every vein. I pray as tissues develop our Father’s presence is evidence of His love and purpose for their lives. I pray as we witness the miracle of life, we will be drawn closer to the Father’s love. I will continue to pray
The phone rang, it was 1:25 a.m. to be exact. I freaked. It was my friend Jodi. She NEVER calls this late-so my heart skipped a beat, something was wrong.
My cousin Jaymie had her twins-she is only 25 weeks pregnant. Jodi and I did what we do best, cry, pray and laugh. We laughed when I told God in my prayer that His way really does SUCK! I believe God would want me to speak my heart since He already knew what I was thinking anyway. I love having friends who will pray with you even though they are miles and miles away. Last night I went to bed, dreaming I was at Camp Deer Run, on staff with my favorite people, sleeping the first night with only the women's staff in Women's 6 laughing and falling asleep in mid-sentence. (I love you all sweet chicks!)
Today we celebrate the birth of Jayde Spencer (the girl) and Kanyon Luke (the boy)
Jayde weighed 1 lb 12 ounces and Kanyon weighed 1 lb 10 ounces- we are cautious and praying.
Please pray with us!
I leave you with the prayer that my mom forwarded me from a pastor on staff at her church. God is good to intercede for us when we have no words to say!
Be Strong and of good courage! I pray for the strength of the Father to fill each of those little lungs with the breath of life and that each day their lungs take in more of His presence. I pray that with each beat of their little hearts our Father’s energy flows through every vein. I pray as tissues develop our Father’s presence is evidence of His love and purpose for their lives. I pray as we witness the miracle of life, we will be drawn closer to the Father’s love. I will continue to pray
Sunday, March 25, 2007
Getting My Words Out...
Jeff is laying down for his Sunday afternoon nap, I took a small nap during the half time of Oregon and Florida game. I am now watching Georgetown and North Carolina. Therefore there is no time for a long extended nap today. (Jodi is saying, "That sacrilegious not to take a nap on Sunday!")
You all will be glad to know that I finally made it to my "Day O Beauty yesterday", Tina (TEE-NAH) was very happy to fit me in even though she was very, very busy. I felt sorry for her but she told me, "No you worry, I messed up your day yesterday!" She is the cutest little Vietnamese lady and we have some of the best conversations about her life in Vietnam. She says often that she is happy "to be American". I second that- yes mam I do.
Children's Church was an experience today. It left me a little unsettled. A single mother visited our church for the first time and brought her "autistic" child with her. I put autistic in parenthesis because that is my assessment of him. The mom describes her child as having "behavioral issues." But when you scream really loud, pull your hair and try to run away on the playground three times, it is more than "behavioral issues." I felt horrible because I had to ask that the mother to take him out of our class since the other kids were about to have a breakdown of their own. Our children's minister stepped in and saved the day from there. She kept him outside of the classroom where he continued to scream. Later when we went out on the playground, I offered to bring him into the class. I thought he may work better if he was able to run and play on his own. He ran all right-right past Jeff into the fence door that Jeff had just walked through. Instead of being able to push the kids on the swing and play chase with them, Jeff and I had to monitor the two entry's into the fenced in playground. The rest of time the little boy walked around the perimeter of the fence looking for a way to escape. I guess I will be brushing off some of my psychology books from college this week to get some insight on how to improve all of our environment if this boy continues to be in our class. I really, really hope this mother comes back because I know she needs a community around her. And she has left a burden on my heart today.
On to other things...
My great-grandmother is still in the hospital. They are talking about Hospice Care now. She is very, very sick and I just wish that God would just take her home. I know that sounds cruel to those of you who do not know all the circumstances but she is 97 years old, a strong believer and has no fear of dying. NO FEAR. Jeff and I saw her today-we prayed with her and she asked me to bring my hymnal so we can sing to her. I plan on going up tomorrow afternoon if I can get away from the office. I just want to love her in her final days. She was so cute today holding my hand and telling me the type of things all great-grandmothers say to their great grandchildren. It left me with warm fuzzies all over. I have been blessed to have her for as long as I have-I will cherish my memories until we meet again.
I guess I will end this post since the buzzer on my dryer is going off-and I love to fold a warm load of laundry. That's not a joke-this brings me great joy.
If you made it to the end of this very long post-thank you for sticking with me. You are sweet to be a faithful reader.
Happy Sunday!
You all will be glad to know that I finally made it to my "Day O Beauty yesterday", Tina (TEE-NAH) was very happy to fit me in even though she was very, very busy. I felt sorry for her but she told me, "No you worry, I messed up your day yesterday!" She is the cutest little Vietnamese lady and we have some of the best conversations about her life in Vietnam. She says often that she is happy "to be American". I second that- yes mam I do.
Children's Church was an experience today. It left me a little unsettled. A single mother visited our church for the first time and brought her "autistic" child with her. I put autistic in parenthesis because that is my assessment of him. The mom describes her child as having "behavioral issues." But when you scream really loud, pull your hair and try to run away on the playground three times, it is more than "behavioral issues." I felt horrible because I had to ask that the mother to take him out of our class since the other kids were about to have a breakdown of their own. Our children's minister stepped in and saved the day from there. She kept him outside of the classroom where he continued to scream. Later when we went out on the playground, I offered to bring him into the class. I thought he may work better if he was able to run and play on his own. He ran all right-right past Jeff into the fence door that Jeff had just walked through. Instead of being able to push the kids on the swing and play chase with them, Jeff and I had to monitor the two entry's into the fenced in playground. The rest of time the little boy walked around the perimeter of the fence looking for a way to escape. I guess I will be brushing off some of my psychology books from college this week to get some insight on how to improve all of our environment if this boy continues to be in our class. I really, really hope this mother comes back because I know she needs a community around her. And she has left a burden on my heart today.
On to other things...
My great-grandmother is still in the hospital. They are talking about Hospice Care now. She is very, very sick and I just wish that God would just take her home. I know that sounds cruel to those of you who do not know all the circumstances but she is 97 years old, a strong believer and has no fear of dying. NO FEAR. Jeff and I saw her today-we prayed with her and she asked me to bring my hymnal so we can sing to her. I plan on going up tomorrow afternoon if I can get away from the office. I just want to love her in her final days. She was so cute today holding my hand and telling me the type of things all great-grandmothers say to their great grandchildren. It left me with warm fuzzies all over. I have been blessed to have her for as long as I have-I will cherish my memories until we meet again.
I guess I will end this post since the buzzer on my dryer is going off-and I love to fold a warm load of laundry. That's not a joke-this brings me great joy.
If you made it to the end of this very long post-thank you for sticking with me. You are sweet to be a faithful reader.
Happy Sunday!
Friday, March 23, 2007
My Day So Far
Today I was scheduled for a "day of beauty" at my favorite nail salon complete with an eyebrow wax. I felt this was a sufficient way to start of my Friday as I head into a very, very busy weekend.
I arrive to the salon and get all seated in the "chair of terror" that will leave me in a bittersweet state of mind. Bitter being the part that my eyebrow hair was just ripped out in one fell swoop and the Sweet being that I will not have to pluck the blasted things. I am a woman that hates to pluck thy eyebrows. But we soon realize that the wax is not hot-the owners sister unplugged it the night before. I say, "No problem. I will come back in an hour." (One of the moments where I enter into a state of euphoria-knowing I am blessed to be able to come back in an hour, since my life is not that hectic...at least today it's not.)
So I drive out of the parking lot with hopes of returning a few not too flattering shirts to Old Navy. I had just put my water bottle between my legs and was unscrewing the top to get a big swig when the water came shooting out like Old Faithful. Who knew that I squeeze my legs when I am making a turn and trying to brake at the same time. So my pants are wet in a not too flattering location if you catch my drift. So I am heading back home instead because there is no way I would be caught dead with water spots strategically placed around my buttux area.
When I walk in the door, I take a moment to breath. I have an hour to spare after all. I decide that the best thing for me would be to get a little "Quiet Time" going. As I sit and pray my phone rings, it's Granny on the other line calling for her morning chat and the latest update on my great grandmother. My great grandmother went back in the hospital yesterday because her arm was swelling up to an unusual size. Weird, huh? Anyway, Granny says that she now has pneumonia in her left lung and will be in the hospital until Monday.
And here is where my day completely changes.
I called "The Salon of Beauty" and told Tee-nah (That is how she pronounces her name, slow and drawn out...TEE-NAH!) that I will need to come in tomorrow instead of today because my family needs me. I said it just like that. So I am off to go spend a few minutes with my sweet great grandmother today.
And I as I made this decision, I realize that I am blessed, truly blessed to be able to drop everything and be at my family's side-no matter what.
Thank you Lord for freeing up my day so I can serve my family!
I arrive to the salon and get all seated in the "chair of terror" that will leave me in a bittersweet state of mind. Bitter being the part that my eyebrow hair was just ripped out in one fell swoop and the Sweet being that I will not have to pluck the blasted things. I am a woman that hates to pluck thy eyebrows. But we soon realize that the wax is not hot-the owners sister unplugged it the night before. I say, "No problem. I will come back in an hour." (One of the moments where I enter into a state of euphoria-knowing I am blessed to be able to come back in an hour, since my life is not that hectic...at least today it's not.)
So I drive out of the parking lot with hopes of returning a few not too flattering shirts to Old Navy. I had just put my water bottle between my legs and was unscrewing the top to get a big swig when the water came shooting out like Old Faithful. Who knew that I squeeze my legs when I am making a turn and trying to brake at the same time. So my pants are wet in a not too flattering location if you catch my drift. So I am heading back home instead because there is no way I would be caught dead with water spots strategically placed around my buttux area.
When I walk in the door, I take a moment to breath. I have an hour to spare after all. I decide that the best thing for me would be to get a little "Quiet Time" going. As I sit and pray my phone rings, it's Granny on the other line calling for her morning chat and the latest update on my great grandmother. My great grandmother went back in the hospital yesterday because her arm was swelling up to an unusual size. Weird, huh? Anyway, Granny says that she now has pneumonia in her left lung and will be in the hospital until Monday.
And here is where my day completely changes.
I called "The Salon of Beauty" and told Tee-nah (That is how she pronounces her name, slow and drawn out...TEE-NAH!) that I will need to come in tomorrow instead of today because my family needs me. I said it just like that. So I am off to go spend a few minutes with my sweet great grandmother today.
And I as I made this decision, I realize that I am blessed, truly blessed to be able to drop everything and be at my family's side-no matter what.
Thank you Lord for freeing up my day so I can serve my family!
Thursday, March 22, 2007
A Book Review: "The Undomestic Goddess" By Sophia Kinsella
I first knew that I would love this book when my grandmother handed me her LARGE PRINT version and said, "Read this. You will LOOOOVE it!" Granny has NEVER steered me wrong in the book department.
I then fell in love with it for myself when in the opening paragraph the main character, Samantha is getting a massage while hiding her cell phone and blackberry in her clothes so she can get some work done during the massage. Who would do that?
This book is funny and sweet. By the end of it, you will have fallen head over heals in love with Samantha. And you find yourself wanting to sit down and have a little heart to heart about her choices she is making because you only want the best for her. I will NOT give anything away-you will just have to read if for yourself to see what I am talking about.
This book is one reason why more Sophie Kinsella books are on my list to be read. She is fun, quirky and you get wrapped up in each of the characters in this book. At times a little self absorbed, which is fine, for now. I just a break from the serious books that I have been pouring myself into the last few months. Not that I haven't loved the serious ones but my brain is a little bit tired and telling me to chill out for a moment.
I then fell in love with it for myself when in the opening paragraph the main character, Samantha is getting a massage while hiding her cell phone and blackberry in her clothes so she can get some work done during the massage. Who would do that?
This book is funny and sweet. By the end of it, you will have fallen head over heals in love with Samantha. And you find yourself wanting to sit down and have a little heart to heart about her choices she is making because you only want the best for her. I will NOT give anything away-you will just have to read if for yourself to see what I am talking about.
This book is one reason why more Sophie Kinsella books are on my list to be read. She is fun, quirky and you get wrapped up in each of the characters in this book. At times a little self absorbed, which is fine, for now. I just a break from the serious books that I have been pouring myself into the last few months. Not that I haven't loved the serious ones but my brain is a little bit tired and telling me to chill out for a moment.
Let me know if you have read or will read "The Undomestic Goddess." I would love to hear your thoughts.
(This post is brought to you by the people who willingly print their books in large print so my Granny can continue her love for reading!)
(This post is brought to you by the people who willingly print their books in large print so my Granny can continue her love for reading!)
Wednesday, March 21, 2007
The Spring Reading Challenge!
Katrina at Callapidder Days is at it again but this time instead of Fall Reading we are doing a little SPRING READING.
When you look at my list you are going to see some common themes this go round. This time I am all about the Chicks. Second most of them are light hearted-hopefully some what clean and will offer a good break from THE REAL WORLD!
All these books have been catching my eye while walking the book ailse at Target. I figured what better time to read than the springtime when I can sit and get a tan at the same time.
Feel free to click on the book titles below to read the summary of the books. I will check back after each one to give you my own take. I will also a family friendly rating for those of you who try to monitor what you read.
Saving Fish From Drying By Amy Tan
Confessions of a Shopaholic By Sophie Kinsella
Shopaholic & Sister By Sophie Kinsella
The Jane Austn Book Club By Karen Joy Fowler
The Sisterhood of Traveling Pants By Ann Brashares
Annie Freeman's Traveling Funeral By Kris Radish
Hope you all join in the fun! I can't wait to see what everyone else is reading out in the big ole world we affectionatley call BLOG LAND!
Tuesday, March 20, 2007
It's life changing to be walking with thousands and thousands of people who have been in some way touched by breast cancer. Last year, a father and his two daughters walked in front of us with a sign on their backs saying "In Honor of Mom and My Wife." They were holding hands-each had tears streaming down their face. The date "mom" died was just 2 months before The Race.This year once again, I am strapping on my running shoes and joining my mother and sister-in-law to walk in honor of those we love who have either won or lost the fight that effects more and more women each year.
I walk for my grandmother who died in 2000 after a long battle with breast cancer.
I walk for Rhessa who won her fight with breast cancer.
I walk for Missy's grandmother MeMe who also won the fight.
And this year I add a new person to walk for to my list.
Her name is Terri. She has done my hair since I was three years old. She is more than a hairdresser, she is a friend almost like a sister. For my wedding, she offered to do my mom and my hair for free. What better gift can you give to someone than making sure their hair is just right on the day we say I Do? She is a constant supporter to my every changing need "to change my hair up a bit." She knows the right color to bring out the color of my eyes and she has learned to camouflage my hair in such a way that my face look thinner than it really is.
In recent years, I have started each appointment by asking the same question, "So what's new with you?" And often times after she fills me in on the this and that's of her life I will say, "Keep me posted because I will be praying for you." The other day she sat me down in "Chair O Beauty" and first thing out of her mouth, "Susan, I need your prayers since you are the praying sort."
I sort of set up a little bit taller because something in her voice warned me that I needed to prepare myself. "Alright, tell me what I can pray for you."
"I found a lump in my breast and will have a biopsy next week."
"Oh Terri, I am so sorry!"
She then she went about her business of covering up the roots and I sat in the chair and did just what she asked. Prayed.
Lord, be with her.
This week my mom had her turn in the "Chair O Beauty" and came home to tell me that the lump is now called breast cancer. So I continue to pray. Each morning in the shower when I lather up my hair, I pray. Each morning when I comb my hair out to dry it, I pray. As I am driving through traffic and I blow that wispy piece that hangs in front of my face, I pray. And as I walk April 7, I will pray.
I am also raising money to help further the race for the cure. If you would like to donate then click the link here. Please know that your dollars will be greatly appreciated no matter what the amount. Let's join together to beat this nasty beast called "Breast Cancer."
Sunday, March 18, 2007
A Quick Story with A Lasting Impression
Katelyn and I (who spent the night with "Lynnie"-grandmother extraordinaire and who lives next door to us) were driving to have breakfast this morning with the family.
Yesterday she picked out this Barbie for her gift from us, that looks like a Barbie but is actually a remote for a game you can load on the television. You have to actually program the stupid thing before it will actually work. Since Katelyn has been looking very forward to playing her new game-and to say she was bummed it didn't work the instant we put the batteries in is a small understatement.
As we were driving to breakfast she says, "I am not going to worry about the Barbie because I know that my Daddy can fix it later today. When my Daddy is around there is no reason for me to worry, right?"
This of course got me to thinking about my Heavenly Father.
"Katy, do you know that we have the same thing with our Heavenly Father, even when you Daddy is not here He is watching out for you?"
"Oh yes, and if my Daddy and Mommy were to die I would be just fine because God is watching out for me and He will take care of me."
"That's right, sweet friend. Why do we waste our time worrying when God is going to take care of us?"
"I don't worry because God is always with me."
My heart smiled and I know that God's did too.
Later in the day, I was praying about the house hunt. I started to think about my conversation today and quickly changed my tune. "Lord, I am not going to worry because I know that you are going to take care of me-just like Katy said."
Do you think there was a reason she was in the car and said these things the day after I spent most of the night laying my worries at God's feet? Coincidence, I think not.
Father, thank you for showing me that you are here and have gone before us so there is no need to worry about the little details or the big because you are in them all."
Yesterday she picked out this Barbie for her gift from us, that looks like a Barbie but is actually a remote for a game you can load on the television. You have to actually program the stupid thing before it will actually work. Since Katelyn has been looking very forward to playing her new game-and to say she was bummed it didn't work the instant we put the batteries in is a small understatement.
As we were driving to breakfast she says, "I am not going to worry about the Barbie because I know that my Daddy can fix it later today. When my Daddy is around there is no reason for me to worry, right?"
This of course got me to thinking about my Heavenly Father.
"Katy, do you know that we have the same thing with our Heavenly Father, even when you Daddy is not here He is watching out for you?"
"Oh yes, and if my Daddy and Mommy were to die I would be just fine because God is watching out for me and He will take care of me."
"That's right, sweet friend. Why do we waste our time worrying when God is going to take care of us?"
"I don't worry because God is always with me."
My heart smiled and I know that God's did too.
Later in the day, I was praying about the house hunt. I started to think about my conversation today and quickly changed my tune. "Lord, I am not going to worry because I know that you are going to take care of me-just like Katy said."
Do you think there was a reason she was in the car and said these things the day after I spent most of the night laying my worries at God's feet? Coincidence, I think not.
Father, thank you for showing me that you are here and have gone before us so there is no need to worry about the little details or the big because you are in them all."
Saturday, March 17, 2007
A BIG DAY...KATY DAY!
Today you celebrate St. Patricks day while I celebrate my niece Katelyn's 5Th birthday! Y'all I am old!
For each of my nieces birthdays I take them to IHOP for breakfast and a trip to Wal-Mart to pick out their present. Today was Katy's day! Now let me tell you, Katy is a lot more, should I say, shy, no that's not it...maybe I should say, humble...yeah humble is the right word...than her sister Faith. Faith is a lot like me, God help her! She loves to be the center of attention. She is not afraid to talk up her birthday weeks in advance and she will tell you all day, "It's my birthday say happy birthday to me!" The proof of our similarities is in this post.
Anyway, Katy was the complete opposite of Faith. I bought her an "I am 5" pin today. She put it on at first but then someone at IHOP said, "Happy Birthday!" because they read her pin. It freaked her out and she asked to take it off. What!?!?!? Shoot, I would of loved to have one that said "I am 29 today," I would of wore it proudly. Although I am happy to say she later put it back on after I talked to her about how important today was. I said things like, today is YOUR DAY, you only have this day only once a year, so you should soak it up because everyone deserves to feel special on their day. Do you know her response?
"I felt different today when I woke up because I was a whole year older!"
I told her I totally understood how she feels, I always feel different on my birthday. When they came to sing I snapped this picture of her in the "IHOP Chef's hat." She was a little nervous with having all the attention focused on her. Isn't she a doll! Love this girl, yes I do!
For each of my nieces birthdays I take them to IHOP for breakfast and a trip to Wal-Mart to pick out their present. Today was Katy's day! Now let me tell you, Katy is a lot more, should I say, shy, no that's not it...maybe I should say, humble...yeah humble is the right word...than her sister Faith. Faith is a lot like me, God help her! She loves to be the center of attention. She is not afraid to talk up her birthday weeks in advance and she will tell you all day, "It's my birthday say happy birthday to me!" The proof of our similarities is in this post.
Anyway, Katy was the complete opposite of Faith. I bought her an "I am 5" pin today. She put it on at first but then someone at IHOP said, "Happy Birthday!" because they read her pin. It freaked her out and she asked to take it off. What!?!?!? Shoot, I would of loved to have one that said "I am 29 today," I would of wore it proudly. Although I am happy to say she later put it back on after I talked to her about how important today was. I said things like, today is YOUR DAY, you only have this day only once a year, so you should soak it up because everyone deserves to feel special on their day. Do you know her response?
"I felt different today when I woke up because I was a whole year older!"
I told her I totally understood how she feels, I always feel different on my birthday. When they came to sing I snapped this picture of her in the "IHOP Chef's hat." She was a little nervous with having all the attention focused on her. Isn't she a doll! Love this girl, yes I do!
Here is her breakfast of champions...she ate all the chocolate chips and almost half of the Funny Face Pancake.
And here I am with my sweet niece Katelyn. (And yes that is an NCAA hat I am proudly wearing from my mom's trip last year. Hint to Mom: Bring me back another one this year. And yes bloggers, my mom is going to the finals without ME! Where is the love people? Where is the love? The closest I get to being able to go to the Finals is dropping them off at the airport!)
I love you sweet Katelyn and enjoyed being able to be apart of your special day! After all you only turn 5 once. And you are the cutest 5 year old I know!
Katelyn's Favorites at age 5 (according to her today)
Favorite Cartoon: Popeye and Dora
Favorite Color: Purple (she gets that from me!)
Favorite Season: Summer (she surprised me, I didn't know if she would understand what I was asking)
Favorite Movie: "Ah, sometimes "Tweety the Movie" and sometimes "High School Musical"
Favorite Food: Pancakes (Go figure...she was waiting for them after all)
Favorite Restaurant: McDonald's
Friday, March 16, 2007
The Newest Member To The Team
It's no secret our family is a basketball family. As we speak, I am watching the NCAA finals and updating my brackets. My grandfather and I have a tradition of making our picks for each Round. Whoever wins over all buys the other a gag gift and one thing I love is a good gag gift, yes I do!Round One we are tied so I am crossing my fingers that Kentucky wins. Last nights upset for Duke initiated the happy dance for me. I had to call Bonner (that is my grandfather) to gloat. Today he called me to gloat over the Texas A & M CC loss to Wisconsin. Tonight Jeff is in Las Vegas so I went over to harass my grandfather since I was one team ahead at that point. We have an appointment tomorrow at 9 A.M to make the Round 2 picks. I will keep you posted on my status.
Now for the rest of the story....
I met my sister in law with the three kids for a gourmet lunch at Mickey D's a.k.a McDonald's. It was delightful to say the least. After we got done eating we took the kids into the playroom to play. Elijah noticed the basketball goal game pretty quickly. He became so excited when a little boy dropped the basketball on the ground. I told my sister in law, "That must of been the same look that the Israelites had when the manna came falling down." He was that excited. I being the aunt and all had to fish out a quarter in the bottom of my purse (which I must clean out this weekend) just to let my little buddy have all the b-ball time he chose. He grabbed that ball like he was a pro or something. I swear little man is a natural basketball player! And could he be anything not with all the ball players in our family?
Thursday, March 15, 2007
A Beautiful Legacy
I have been studying what it means to be a PROVERBS 31 woman before Mrs. Shultz's death, I thought often of her, while studying this passage.
You remember how it was when you were young-don't you? When you had that one best friend who you spent every weekend with day in and day out. I was lucky because I had two best friends who happened to live on the same street, Lauren and Lindsay. It didn't matter whose house I was officially staying with, we always ended up together, the three of us. Many nights were spent down in the Shultz basement dancing to hits like "Jailhouse Rock" and "Uptown Girl." We would laugh and carry on for hours and hours. The next day, we would wake up to the smells and sounds of a gourmet breakfast being cooked by Gail. As we walked in she would say, "Hello my little beauties!" And we would smile and say in that I just rolled out of bed voice, "Hellllooooo!" Years later, I asked her for many of her breakfast recipes-she made the best French Toast. I can't wait to cook the same from my children and their kids.
There was the time that we decided to TP (toilet paper) the Shultz house. Since we were only thirteen at the time, we had to beg our parents to drive us from place to place. I begged my mom to let us toilet paper Lauren's house one night when she was unable to stay with us. She of course gave in and in fact joined in the fun. We tried to stifle our giggles and teenage girl chatter, while simultaneously lofting the toilet paper into the trees. My mom decided the front door needed a little sprucing which is very brave of her since everyone knows you save the door for last, just in case you get caught. As my mom was tying her toilet paper bow to the house, the front door opens and out walks Gail. She and my mom shared a good laugh and I think they even went in to have a glass of tea. Now, that to me is hospitality: serving tea in the middle of the night while your yard is getting littered with toilet paper.
And then there were Lauren's birthday parties. Lauren had a middle of August birthday so we were never in school and it was always blazing hot. There was the party where all the mom's were called in advance but us girls did not have a clue. We were woken up the next morning by who else? Lauren and her mom Gail and the other girls that they had stopped to pick up along the way. We were told to get in the car because we were having a "Come As You Are Party." Can you imagine our shock and horror of not being able to primp before we were seen in public? I mean we were 13 and knew we just had to look cute to walk out to the mailbox. But the parties of all parties, were the ones at the lake house. All the boys and all the girls were invited for the entire grade, it was a private school so it was not that many kids. We would spend the day playing in the lake-while Gary and Gail would grill hot dogs and hamburgers for us. Later they would take us all to their house where pur parents came to pick us up. No one really wanted to leave because we all were having a blast.
There are many, many more stories I could tell like these because Gail's life was full of joy and her joy was contagious to those around her. She loved every child as if they were their own, she was a friend to everyone and did not judge you, she was genuine through and through.
What I love the most was Gail's fair well today. There was no casket since her body had been donated to help others live on and there was no awkward grave side service. But what we had was a mini-reunion topped off with brownie and all sorts of cookies and a gallons of lemonade. The church and recpetion hall was full of teachers, friends, family and community who at some points lives were touched by Gail Shultz. She leaves behind a beautiful leagacy.
I would like to share with you a special write up in today's Star Telegram. When the writer read her obituary he was so inspired that he wrote something more. Follow this link to read the rest of the story, http://www.dfw.com/240/story/37621.html
You remember how it was when you were young-don't you? When you had that one best friend who you spent every weekend with day in and day out. I was lucky because I had two best friends who happened to live on the same street, Lauren and Lindsay. It didn't matter whose house I was officially staying with, we always ended up together, the three of us. Many nights were spent down in the Shultz basement dancing to hits like "Jailhouse Rock" and "Uptown Girl." We would laugh and carry on for hours and hours. The next day, we would wake up to the smells and sounds of a gourmet breakfast being cooked by Gail. As we walked in she would say, "Hello my little beauties!" And we would smile and say in that I just rolled out of bed voice, "Hellllooooo!" Years later, I asked her for many of her breakfast recipes-she made the best French Toast. I can't wait to cook the same from my children and their kids.
There was the time that we decided to TP (toilet paper) the Shultz house. Since we were only thirteen at the time, we had to beg our parents to drive us from place to place. I begged my mom to let us toilet paper Lauren's house one night when she was unable to stay with us. She of course gave in and in fact joined in the fun. We tried to stifle our giggles and teenage girl chatter, while simultaneously lofting the toilet paper into the trees. My mom decided the front door needed a little sprucing which is very brave of her since everyone knows you save the door for last, just in case you get caught. As my mom was tying her toilet paper bow to the house, the front door opens and out walks Gail. She and my mom shared a good laugh and I think they even went in to have a glass of tea. Now, that to me is hospitality: serving tea in the middle of the night while your yard is getting littered with toilet paper.
And then there were Lauren's birthday parties. Lauren had a middle of August birthday so we were never in school and it was always blazing hot. There was the party where all the mom's were called in advance but us girls did not have a clue. We were woken up the next morning by who else? Lauren and her mom Gail and the other girls that they had stopped to pick up along the way. We were told to get in the car because we were having a "Come As You Are Party." Can you imagine our shock and horror of not being able to primp before we were seen in public? I mean we were 13 and knew we just had to look cute to walk out to the mailbox. But the parties of all parties, were the ones at the lake house. All the boys and all the girls were invited for the entire grade, it was a private school so it was not that many kids. We would spend the day playing in the lake-while Gary and Gail would grill hot dogs and hamburgers for us. Later they would take us all to their house where pur parents came to pick us up. No one really wanted to leave because we all were having a blast.
There are many, many more stories I could tell like these because Gail's life was full of joy and her joy was contagious to those around her. She loved every child as if they were their own, she was a friend to everyone and did not judge you, she was genuine through and through.
What I love the most was Gail's fair well today. There was no casket since her body had been donated to help others live on and there was no awkward grave side service. But what we had was a mini-reunion topped off with brownie and all sorts of cookies and a gallons of lemonade. The church and recpetion hall was full of teachers, friends, family and community who at some points lives were touched by Gail Shultz. She leaves behind a beautiful leagacy.
I would like to share with you a special write up in today's Star Telegram. When the writer read her obituary he was so inspired that he wrote something more. Follow this link to read the rest of the story, http://www.dfw.com/240/story/37621.html
What a blessing Gail was to me and I bet even to many of you reading this post today.
Please continue to pray for Gary (her husband) and three kids, Ryan, Taylor and Lauren as well as the in-laws and grandchildren that have a whole in their heart tonight.
Please continue to pray for Gary (her husband) and three kids, Ryan, Taylor and Lauren as well as the in-laws and grandchildren that have a whole in their heart tonight.
Tuesday, March 13, 2007
A Blogland Break...A Good Cry...And Checking Myself Into the Looney Bin
(Edited: I removed the song that was playing here simply because the mood had passed. The Song? "How Deep The Father's Love For Us")
I am taking the rest of the week off from blog land. Most people wouldn't even mention they were taking time away they would just leave then leave us wondering if everything is okay in THE REAL WORLD. I tell you this because I would like you to pray with me.
My best friend's mom died Saturday. My best friend since I was in 1st grade, my best friend that's parents stood by me in good times and bad. My best friend who was in my wedding whose Dad offered me a job so that I wouldn't have to work at Chili's any more. My friends whose parents were my second parents. Whose home was a safe haven when mine was not. She wasn't sick-it was just her time to go.
My grandmother was reading the obituaries this morning, something I often do with her as a joke. We count the number of people we know. Yes, it's morbid but funny when you realize that Granny has not too many friends left. Then today, she was reading and she said, "I had to call your mother first just in case I was wrong." My mom than pulls up the obituaries online and sends me a link-without warning. I called my grandmother first. Granny said, "Are you okay?" I replied, "Yes I am. I am just in shock and I feel like I need to call Lauren." Granny said she would let me go so I could make my calls. But instead I have spent the rest of the day praying and praising. Gail's life was full. She did not have to suffer-she just died. She is now in Heaven, enjoying the party-she loves a good party. But honestly my heart aches more for her family, those that have yet to complete their journey. She will be a big void in that family.
This week is also the anniversary of my Uncle Miller's death. In fact the same day as the memorial would be the same day Miller died. 4 years ago, the first night Jeff and I were back from our honeymoon settling in as husband and wife-we received a call from Granny. It is always a sad time of year for our family. Another death without warning.
(Edited to add: I am about to run with my emotions so grab on to something tight!)
So you are about to think me totally nuts (I am. Your assessment is correct-but hang with me) I am planning my funeral this week. Yes I am 29 years old and feel it necessary to jot this stuff down on paper. After Miller's death-I have faced the reality that sometimes we just die, without warning and without good-bye. So I don't want to leave without jotting a few sweet notes on paper to Jeff and my family.
Here is what I know so far, this song you are now listening to will be played at my funeral -coupled with something that will get your feet tapping. I was thinking a gospel version of "I'll Fly Away" but then I remembered my favorite song of all time... "Getting Jiggy with It" by Will Smith. Because I can assure you, I will be getting jiggy with it in Heaven. I will be like the blind man who Jesus healed with the touch of his hands who quickly jumped up and danced a jig. (Don't go looking in your bible for "danced a jig" I added that myself. And I assure you, Metro Parents even though this is the lesson I taught in Sunday School this week, I did not mention the words: DANCED A JIG! Promise!) I invite everyone to my funeral, I don't care if I don't even know you-come anyway. Why? Because I am going to have someone preach the gospel to you. So if you don't know already I can guarantee you will know Jesus and the steps to salvation when you leave my funeral. Because that dear friends is the meaning of life: Jesus. Let's hear it for the "Altar Call!"
And for a not so relevant side note: If Jeff is not crying or showing any signs of missing me...then will someone please hit him upside the head and tell him "Your wife asked me to give you a message." But if he is crying like a baby- hug him and tell him I loved him with all my heart. And yes, it's okay to remarry but better do it with the lights on because ghosts come out at night. LOL!
(Whew! How I feel better! Seriously folks, I started this post crying like a baby and ended it laughing 'till my side hurt thinking of how much fun it will be if God allows me to be a ghost just one time after Jeff is remarried.)
All that being said, please pray for my friends and my family. And may we all remember to cherish every moment with our loved ones, even those who can sometime be a thorn in our flesh, if you know what I mean.
Attention FWC Alum
Lauren Schultz's mother died unexpectedly Saturday. I thought I would use Blogland to get the word out. Please pray for Gary, Ryan, Taylor and Lauren. In order to respect thier privacy, I will send the link of the obituary if you email me. My email is in my profile. God bless you all! Susan
Monday, March 12, 2007
My New Friend Glady's
Texas People are Unique people. We are known for wearing big hats, have big hair, in fact the bigger the hair the better. We make are own shorts out of old jeans and the men are known for wearing t-shirts with the sleeves cut out because let's face it, it's hot in Texas during the summer. It's because of us, Texas folks, that you see the signs, "No Shirt, No Shoes, No Service." That's why during the hot months, when we all run around shirt less and shoe less we gear up the family bar-b-que in the backyard-because who cares how roam when you are in your own home.
But have you met, Gladys from Austin, Texas.
What?!?!
You don't know who Gladys is??? Well then let me be the first to introduce you.
I found her one day when I was channel surfing and came across The Ellen Show. Ellen was hunched over laughing so hard I had rewind and see what the deal was.
I don't think I have ever laughed so hard!
So click here to laugh yourself...I will follow up with a post later in the week-with Gladys favorite lines.
But have you met, Gladys from Austin, Texas.
What?!?!
You don't know who Gladys is??? Well then let me be the first to introduce you.
I found her one day when I was channel surfing and came across The Ellen Show. Ellen was hunched over laughing so hard I had rewind and see what the deal was.
I don't think I have ever laughed so hard!
So click here to laugh yourself...I will follow up with a post later in the week-with Gladys favorite lines.
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