Thursday, May 31, 2007


Tonight, here are Three Beautiful Things I'm grateful for:

1. A friend like L, who shares a desire for adventures with God, and is one of the sweetest people I know. Her goofy quirks and open heart make her a very dear person to my heart.

2. My hair is finally growing out, and it's summer curly (the only reason I put up with humidity). The other day, I saw a real little ringlet on the underside, near the base of my neck. Cute! And with the length recovering from my last haircut (ouch!) I can actually see it splayed out on my shoulders. I will never get talked into getting it chopped ("but it's so modern!!") again!

3. Summer picnics. I'm going to three this weekend! I love being outside, in the warm sun, with a cool breeze, and people bustling about as if winter never happened. Now I just want to go to a Lake Harriet bandshell concert, and a movie in Loring Park and I'll be totally thrilled!

How He Touches My Heart - Part III of III

In the title, I know I have said that this is Part 3 of 3, for ways that the Lord has touched my heart. But I just want to throw the disclaimer out right now, that I know, without a doubt, that throughout the rest of my life, there will be many, many more ways that He will touch my heart. The title should really read "Part III of Infinity".

That being said, today it hit me pretty hard, as I reflected on some tough and life altering decisions, that I am tired of being let down and left behind. Yes, I am uber-sensitive. Yes, I feel hurt, abandonment, and mistrust a little more than most people. And yes, often times, I feel let down and forgotten. This is just part of who I am. Pathetic little me.

Now, I know better than to assign blame to other people. Like I said, this is just me. We're all human, fallible, imperfect. People will always let each other down. Maybe the problem lies with the fact that I just want someone to believe in, someone who will protect me, someone who will never let me down and never abandon me.

I have that someone, and as I sat on the edge of my bed, after an exhaustingly long day lugging buckets of dough, it hit me hard as a rock to the stomach, that I can count on my God, my fortress, because for as long as I live, as much as I hurt, as hard as I cry, He will always be there for me. He will never let me down! He will never leave me in the dust!

The dictionary defines "steadfast" as

Stead·fast [sted-fast, -fahst, -fuhst] –adjective
1.fixed in direction; steadily directed: a steadfast gaze.
2.firm in purpose, resolution, faith, attachment, etc., as a person: a steadfast friend.
3.unwavering, as resolution, faith, adherence, etc.
4.firmly established, as an institution or a state of affairs.
5.firmly fixed in place or position.

Here's the interesting part though, when I went to look up steadfast in my word search software, every verse that returned was about how we as people are to be steadfast. What about the fact that the God we serve is unchanging, immovable, and constant as the rising and setting sun? He is the One I want to turn to count on. I can't even trust myself to be the same one minute to the next, how can anyone but God be steadfast?

So, instead, I remembered a verse that was told to Joshua, as he was about to enter the Promised Land. Told to him by the One who promised to protect him, to never let him down. Deuteronomy 31:6 reminds me to "Be strong and courageous. Do not be afraid or terrified because of them, for the Lord your God goes with you; he will never leave you nor forsake you."

Deuteronomy 31:8 "The Lord himself goes before you and will be with you; he will never leave you nor forsake you. Do not be afraid; do not be discouraged."

Joshua 1:5 "No one will be able to stand up against you all the days of your life. As I was with Moses, so I will be with you; I will never leave you nor forsake you."

1Chronicles 28:20 "David also said to Solomon his son, "Be strong and courageous, and do the work. Do not be afraid or discouraged, for the Lord God, my God, is with you. He will not fail you or forsake you until all the work for the service of the temple of the Lord is finished."

Psalms 27:10 "Though my father and mother forsake me, the Lord will receive me."

Psalms 37:28 "For the Lord loves the just and will not forsake his faithful ones. They will be protected forever, but the offspring of the wicked will be cut off;

Psalms 94:14 "For the Lord will not reject his people; he will never forsake his inheritance."

Psalms 41:17 "The poor and needy search for water, but there is none; their tongues are parched with thirst. But I the Lord will answer them; I, the God of Israel, will not forsake them."

Isaiah 42:16 "I will lead the blind by ways they have not known, along unfamiliar paths I will guide them; I will turn the darkness into light before them and make the rough places smooth. These are the things I will do; I will not forsake them."

Psalms 12:5 "Because of the oppression of the weak and the groaning of the needy, I will now arise," says the Lord. "I will protect them from those who malign them."

Psalms 12:7 "O Lord, you will keep us safe and protect us from such people forever."

Psalms 32:7 "You are my hiding place; you will protect me from trouble and surround me with songs of deliverance. Selah"

Psalms 40:11 "Do not withhold your mercy from me, O Lord; may your love and your truth always protect me."

Psalms 41:2 "The Lord will protect him and preserve his life; he will bless him in the land and not surrender him to the desire of his foes."

Jeremiah 49:11 "Leave your orphans; I will protect their lives. Your widows too can trust in me."

John 17:11 "I will remain in the world no longer, but they are still in the world, and I am coming to you. Holy Father, protect them by the power of your name-the name you gave me-so that they may be one as we are one."

John 17:15 "My prayer is not that you take them out of the world but that you protect them from the evil one."

2Thessalonians 3:3 "But the Lord is faithful, and he will strengthen and protect you from the evil one."

John 14:2-3 "In my Father's house are many rooms; if it were not so, I would have told you. I am going there to prepare a place for you, and if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come back and take you to be with me that you also may be where I am."

So there you have it. The promises of a steadfast One, of One who is set on protecting His inheritance, His bride, His sheep. I know that He will never let me down. What a peaceful realization to know that He will never forget me, how can He? I am written on the palm of His hand.

Wednesday, May 30, 2007

Meat Popsicle & Watery Elephants

Yes, this is the crux of my culinary fixations - meat on a stick. Stinkin' A though! What's better than meat on a stick, really?

So, I was at Super Target tonight, getting lunch for the rest of the week (no, I do not eat all the pastries at work, ugh) and I ran across these "Wild Alaskan Lime Chipotle Salmon Skewers". Now I love salmon, it's one of the few fish that I'll eat out here in landlocked Minnesota. So of course I had to get them. The package, on the front, looked like salmon kabobs, but when I opened them to grill 'em up for lunch tomorrow, they are quite literally salmon popsicles. I laughed so hard and then I ate two. Heehee. I do love meat!

Also at Target I bought a new book, Water for Elephants. I'll let you know if it's any good.


I may not be the first to have a Matt Wertz crush, but I am definitely the first person I know to blog about it. I was introduced to MW at the Jars of Clay concert. I didn't think he was the best thing about the concert at the time, though my JOC hating friends certainly did. I just thought he was cute as a bug in a rug and kind of catchy. So I came home and downloaded some of his stuff, listened to it non-stop for about a week and then moved on.

But this week I came back, not necessarily to him in general as much as to his song "5:19". I have been in one of those moods - kind of reflective, a tad romantic, a little folksy even. I have played the heck out of "Hey There Delilah" and think it is so sweet. I want someone to want me to wait for them, like the singer of that song.

Or like Matt Wertz, in 5:19, I want someone to say they are "holding loose, but ain't letting go". Because I think that's what I'm doing.

So, I wasn't going to blog about this, but I can fit it into the context of this song, and that's all the excuse I need. I'm holding loose, far from tight, loose as a goose. But in my heart, I know I'm not letting go.

Is this good? Is it bad? Is it neither? My friends are convinced it's horrific, it's not what I deserve and it's going to sabotage any chance for a great relationship in my life. But I am not so sure. I am holding onto feelings that I know I should let go of. Common sense, and somewhere inside says "You know better than this". I think I really do know the truth of the situation - the hopeless, sad truth. Nothing at all gives me hope to think this will go anywhere or come to any fruition.

But somewhere deep inside, in the pit of my heart, I like holding on. I like saying "I would wait, if you wanted me to". Even though it's to someone that doesn't hear and wouldn't respond even if he did. I hold on, I don't ever really give up, though the reins are so loose sometimes they're like spider web floss blowing in the wind. I can't see them, I forget they're there. I forget I care, and then something makes me remember.

My first reaction at remembering is one of anger - "Damn you, I forgot that I cared, why did you have to remind me?" Then it's one of elation - "Wow, I still care for you, this could happen. Cool". Then it's just sadness - "Wait, this is crazy, I am stupid. Why am I doing this to myself again?". Will the next step be back to forgetting? A part of me sure hopes so. That part hopes I can forget that I'm holding on, and let the ties that bind my feelings slip away once again. But another part holds on, keeps hope alive and still keeps the strings entwined in my fingers and around my heart. That part sings an entirely different song.

What's so wrong with holding loose, and not letting go? Matt Wertz did it, and we all loved his song. But that was just a song. Even if it was real, what girl could resist a guy that writes songs about love? I can't write songs, I can barely write a sentence, as I'm sure you readers are becoming atune too. What can I do? I can bake cupcakes and unfortunately in the book of love, that got edited out. Maybe someday someone will write a song about love and cupcakes. "The one that never gave up, after so long now, and made a bunch of nice treats". What would that song be called?

I'm starting to think something with the word "fool" in it.

Oh, and in case you're wondering, it goes a little something like this (Matt Wertz's song, 5:19 that is):

I'd be lying throught my teeth if I told you
That I'm ok
When July came I thought I had it all together
Til' you said I need some space
Truth be told
It's so hard to wait

With one eye on the clock
And one on the phone
It's 5:19...
I'm feeling alone
And if I could talk to you
I'd want you to know
I'm holding loose
But ain't letting go

We both know that I could think myself dizzy
Right now I'm spinning around
I know you said, "baby, don't worry"
But I miss you right now
I said I, miss you right now

With one eye on the clock
And one on the phone
It's 5:19...
I'm feeling alone
And if I could talk to you
I'd want you to know
I'm holding loose
But ain't letting go

Baby, take all the time you need
I just want you to know
I'll be here, waiting

With one eye on the clock
And one on the phone
It's 5:19...
I'm feeling alone
So if I could talk to you
I'd want you to know
I'm holding loose
But ain't letting go

Tuesday, May 29, 2007

A Storybook Church in a Storybook Setting

A Storybook Church Part II

A Storybook Church Part III

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More Zip Line Pics

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The Zip Line

Yeah, I did it, I did the Zip Line! After some prodding and a little encouragement, I decided to do it, and knew I couldn't back down. Really, it didn't take much, just the desire not to let my fears stop me from having fun and bonding with the family. Oh yeah, and the desire to prove to both myself and maybe certain others (especially after a miserable rock climbing fit) that I can conquer my fear of heights!

So, after a hay ride up the hill, and a bunch of daisies from Hannah Runyon, I hiked the hill, climbed the tree (not as bad as I thought it would be), and endured the wait on the platform while Peter strapped me in and asked me twenty million questions. By the time I was done up there, I just wanted OFF that platform!

Then off I zipped, flying through the air, spinning, and landing on my knees!! I have never shaken that bad in my life, but it was so exhilarating. I literally was still trembling a half hour later.

I want to go again! Zip Line here I come!!

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More Luv E.

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Sunset at the Creek

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Monday, May 28, 2007

Recent Birthdays

So, I haven't posted birthday pictures in a while... here they are.

Harry's Birthday

Michelle's Birthday

Sad, I didn't get one of Scott's birthday. Maybe I can draw one??

Friday, May 25, 2007

The Bat Is Back

The bat is back and this time he's trapped. See, that's him in the window, up in the corner, the little brown blob. He's a freaky looking little buzzard! And he's surprisingly little. He didn't look that little the other night when he was flying around wildly in our hallway. He looked half the size of Texas, with bloody dripping fangs and a sign that said "I eat girls like you for breakfast".

So, when I got up this morning, Nicole had left a note saying that she had found him nudged, wait, nudged is too nice a word, wedged in between the kitchen window and screen. So she decided to close the window and trap him for us girls, before work. This same thing happened yesterday, except that she had seen him and thought that if she closed the window she'd smush him to death, and decided to let him go. I wonder if he'll starve out there. He definitely won't suffocate, because he's on the screen, and there's oxygen. Will he get dehydrated and shrivel up and die? How are we going to get rid of this pest?

Another thought I don't get - I love the movie Batman Begins. It's one of my favorites. So why freak out when there's a bat in our house? Oh yeah, cuz it's not Christian Bale stuck in my kitchen window, it's a rat with wings!

So now we have him, the little monster, and the question is, what the heck are we supposed to do with him? This is when I could seriously use a guy around the house to do my dirty work.

I am almost starting to feel sorry for it. I mean, if the rumors are true, he's been trapped in our house for over a year. We had a bat last summer, and Kathy, our lovely homeowner's response was "Well, what do you want me to do about it?" Urgh!

So, if this is the same bat, I must say, I kind of feel bad that's it's been stuck in our house for over a year. It's had no bat fellowship, and it must miss the great outdoors. Listening to all the girl drama that's gone down in this house, before I lived here that is, must be traumatizing on any animal, much less one that's trying to sleep during the day.

Ok. my sympathy is done - it's still a freaky looking little pig and I want it gone! Any volunteers to come remove a bat from my kitchen window?? I'll pay you in cookies & gratitude!!

Wednesday, May 23, 2007

Aaarrrrgghh!! I Hate Bats & There's One In Our House!

Aaaarrrggghhhh!!! There is a bat in our hallway!! Aaaaarrrggghhh!!

So, tonight, I got home from dinner at the Johnson's (we had THE best egg rolls in the history of egg rolls!), and immediately went to my room so I could catch the last hour of the Lost season finale. Then, when it was over, I got in my pj's and stepped out into the hallway to go use the restroom.

There, in the darkness, I could see that there was a bat flying around. Aaaaarrrggghhh!!!!!

So I freaked out, and ran into the bathroom and locked the door and yelled for my roommate Nicole, but either she's a very sound sleeper or she's at her boyfriend's house tonight. I bet he doesn't have bats.

So, I panicked. I brushed my teeth, and washed my face and feet and then I panicked some more. I was too scared to go back out into the hall. I sat in the bathroom for twelve minutes, too scared to even open the door. I did crack it just a hair, once or twice, to see if I could still see the little thing flying around, but the hallway is dark, and with the light from the bathroom behind me, I couldn't see a thing. I was in a panic, and the thought of never leaving the restroom crossed my mind more than you'd expect.

I remember hearing a rumor in college that if you have long hair, bats are attracted to it, because they like to get stuck in your hair, or they want to make a nest there or something. That freaked me out a little bit, because all my hair binders are in my room. So, I wrapped a towel around my head, and one around my shoulders. I figured, just in case the bat landed on me, I could easily throw the towel off and not have to swat it with my hands.

Then, I took my chances, drew in a deep breath, thought again about sleeping in the bathroom tonight, and threw open the door. I ducked down as low as I could and still run, and darted so quickly back to my room that I must've been invisible to the little pest's sense of sonar or radar or whatever bats have.

It didn't follow me in. But I checked every crevice, nook and cranny in my room just in case. I checked the screens on all my windows, to make sure there are no other ways in for it's freaky little friends, and then I stuck towels under my door and moved my ironing board in front of it, so that it can't swing open in the night.

I must say, it flips me out just a wee little bit to know that the summer pest season I was so flippantly warned about has begun. I think I was actually inducted last night, when a fly got in my room, and I tried to swat it, but failed. I thought I had it, but then it came back in the middle of the night and landed on my arm, and I swatted it off with enough force to find it dead on the floor this morning. Urck!

But bats are a far cry from flies. And the freaky-deaky little squirrel that was outside my window this morning is not exactly a welcomed houseguest either. It had no hair on it's tail. Like someone had taken a bottle brush, and grasped the bristles the opposite way, and just smoothed their fingers down, taking every little hair and fiber with it on the way. The poor thing's tail was just stripped down to a long, wiry mess and quite frankly it was a little too close to my window for comfort.

Squirrels. Flies Now bats. I hear we have mice and God knows what else in the walls. Summertime is here, and there's a party at my house. Maybe it's time for me to get a snake.

Can't Believe I'm Going To Do This....

...But, I feel the need, no wait, compelled, to comment on the Lost Season Finale tonight. The end, with Jack and Kate, that's no flashback. That's a flash forward. Whoa, spooky!

Monday, May 21, 2007

Three Beautiful Things

So, there seems to be a theme, of gratitude, or expressing it to others, that I've noticed lately. I think it's sweet, if not a little overdone. But like an overdone steak, even when it's not so good, it's still pretty good. Or wait, is that pizza?

In any case, I was reminded of a tradition that some friends of mine have. Every night before they go to sleep, they tell each other two things they're grateful for, about one another. They're married by the way. It's kind of sweet, but it would be challenging. Living with someone day to day, amidst the monotony of married life, how would you think of something new every day? Your eyes would have to be wide open, and shielded by the grace of God (i.e. rose colored glasses) to value someone enough to find two things every day.

Thus says the cynical single girl!

Then I ran across this blog, Three Beautiful Things, and I saw that someone has made a habit out of doing this on a regular basis too. His tagline reads "Every day I want to record three things that have given me pleasure". And when he says every day, you can see that consistantly he blogs with TBT's - every day.

It made me think of Romans, in chapter 1, at the onset where Paul begins his argument for the wretched state of mankind. He leads into his diatribe about man turning his back on God by stating that they failed to give God thanks. He says "For although they knew God", they being mankind, as seen in verse 18, "they neither glorified him as God, nor gave thanks to him, but their thinking became futile and their foolish hearts were darkened".

Really? Is ingratitude, a failure to thank God, the beginning of futility and foolishness? The Bible says it is, though in my American, overly entitled, self serving attitude it seems so unplausable. Reality baby, reality! It's the stepping stone to a foolish heart and a futile life. All it takes is a simple "Thank you God for ..." He gives us the antithesis to such a mistake, in Hebrews 12:28. In that verse God even throws in a freebie - "Since we are receiving a kingdom that cannot be shaken, let us be thankful, and so worship God acceptably with reverence and awe."

Wow. That's all I can say to that. Wow. So tonight, I want to be grateful. What am I thankful for? For TBT's. Three Beautiful Things.

1. Lessons learned about the wonderful Lord and the grace that I know He's going to have to patiently teach them to me over & over again.

2. A really comfy bed, and the possibility that it might rain by the time I fall asleep so I can lie in this really nice, fluffy bed, and listen to the sound of the raindrops tap-tap-tapping on the roof outside.

3. Great fellowship, with a small group that I love, and that loves me, and that loves the Lord and thanks Him together.

So now I ask this... what are your TBT's??

I'm In Love With Hedgehogs!

I think I might want one for a pet. I wonder if the girls would even notice?

Sunday, May 20, 2007

How He Touches My Heart - Part II of III

As promised, here is the second installation in the attributes/characteristics of God that move me most.

I guess faithfulness & trustworthiness are so important to me, because I am the least trusting person I know. No one has earned those attributes in my mind, except the God who has perfected them. They are the two attributes that He displays so wonderfully and yet which I long for, both in Him and others, so immensely.

I am a clam, or at least the hurts of this life have turned me into one. The walls I have built up, in order to not get hurt, to guard myself from people, have affected me more than I can see or imagine. The words of this song describe my view of trust accurately "If your love could be caged, baby I would hold the key, and conceal it underneath, the pile of lies you've handed me."

I am kind of dealing with those walls lately, when I will let God do the work. But, if I can't trust a person, who I can see and watch guardedly then why should I trust God, whom I have never seen? Why let Him in?

Because He has made me some pretty hefty promises, and He will, without a doubt, keep every single one of them. So, just what has He promised? Let's read:

Psalm 100:5 "For the Lord is good and his love endures forever; his faithfulness continues through all generations."

Exodus 34:6 "And he passed in front of Moses, proclaiming, “The Lord, the Lord, the compassionate and gracious God, slow to anger, abounding in love and faithfulness,"

Deuteronomy 7:9 "Know therefore that the Lord your God is God; he is the faithful God, keeping his covenant of love to a thousand generations of those who love him and keep his commands."

Joshua 21:45 "Not one of all the Lord's good promises to the house of Israel failed; every one was fulfilled."

Psalm 25:1-3 “To you, O Lord, I lift up my soul; in you I trust, O my God. Do not let me be put to shame, nor let my enemies triumph over me. No one whose hope is in you will ever be put to shame

Psalm 25:10 “All the ways of the Lord are loving and faithful for those who keep the demands of his covenant.”

Psalm 33:4 “For the word of the Lord is right and true; he is faithful in all he does.”

Psalm 119:89-90 “Your word, O Lord, is eternal; it stands firm in the heavens. Your faithfulness continues through all generations; you established the earth, and it endures.”

2 Thessalonians 3:3 “But the Lord is faithful, and he will strengthen and protect you from the evil one.”

Hebrews 10:23 “Let us hold unswervingly to the hope we profess, for he who promised is faithful.”

2 Samuel 7:28 “O Sovereign Lord, you are God! Your words are trustworthy, and you have promised these good things to your servant.”

Psalm 111:7 “The works of his hands are faithful and just; all his precepts are trustworthy.”

Psalm 119:138 “The statutes you have laid down are righteous; they are fully trustworthy.”

Revelation 21:5 “He who was seated on the throne said, "I am making everything new!" Then he said, "Write this down, for these words are trustworthy and true."”

In a world riddled with doubt, cynicism, skepticism and lies, I know one thing is true - my God is true, faithful and will never, ever let me down. His promises are set in stone!

Sometimes The Greatest Journey Is The Distance Between Two People

I recently received a gift, a movie entitled The Painted Veil. Even though the present was given a few weeks ago, I put off watching this movie because I thought it would be slow. It's a love story set in Colonial China, amongst a cholera epidemic, it had to be slow.

About half way through the movie, however, one character drunkenly asks another "When has a woman ever loved a man because of his virtue?". At that point, I realized I was involved, deeply affected by the heartache and cynicism of one of the characters emotional struggle with his adulterous wife. This movie had drawn me in.

I won't give too much away, but I just wanted to say I highly recommend The Painted Veil. It is full of redemption, love and sacrifice, and the scenes of Inland China are breathtaking.

Here is the synopsis, by the way:

A couple with a broken relationship learns some valuable lessons about love, life, and sacrifice in this romantic drama based on a novel by W. Somerset Maugham. It's 1925, and Dr. Walter Fane (Edward Norton) is a physician and bacteriologist who has become smitten with Kitty (Naomi Watts), the beautiful daughter of a wealthy and socially prominent family. Walter proposes marriage to Kitty and she accepts; however, while he clearly loves her, Kitty is more interested in her reputation than Walter's feelings, as she's recently turned 25, an age by which most of her peers have already wed.

Kitty and Walter move to Shanghai, where he sets up a practice and she takes a lover, the British Vice Consul Charles Townsend (Liev Schreiber). When Walter learns of his wife's infidelity, he becomes furious, and impulsively volunteers to travel to China to work in a village stricken with a major cholera epidemic. While Walter's actions are meant to punish Kitty rather than reflect his own benevolence, the daily trials of living in a community in crisis have a striking impact on the couple, giving them a new and deeper perspective on their relationship.

There is a hopeless romantic in me, and today, on this cold & dreary Sunday, it has had it's indulgences.

Tuesday, May 15, 2007

Yeah, But I Bet She Gets Her Butt Kicked In The Sandbox

What I've Been Up To

In case you were wondering, or if you actually come here to read what's going on in my life, here's an update:

I have a dry socket - after weeks of dealing with this abcessed molar, then two oral surgeries, the latter one being the most painful thing I've ever felt in my life (I was sitting there actually thinking that childbirth HAD to be easier than having a guy yank a nerve root out of your face while you're not quite numbed up), now I have a dry socket. And the thing is, the pain meds I'm on make me loooooopy. We're talking dizzy, slurred speech, she should not be driving loopy. So I haven't been taking more than one a day. But I've had a few days off work, and I'm bored out of my skull. Today, while I was resting, my boss called me and told me to take tomorrow off too. "But I'm bored, and working in pain might actually be more fun for me than trying to find things to do here at home" I wanted to tell her. I'm not very good at staying still.

Speaking of home, great update. My room is finally put back together. Well almost. The bedroom is in great shape, and the new ceiling sheds so much more light in there than the old one. I have put everything back, dusted and redusted till my sinuses went on strike, and the last thing left to do is organize my scrapbook supplies to make room for them in study closet. Easier said then done, but hey, who has two days off work?? Seriously though, the room looks great, clean and organized, not at all like me! More like K, but less country. Do you think I can keep it this way till June 15th? Should we get a pool going?

And I had a great time with the Johnson's this weekend. I couldn't ask for more in their love and friendship. They bless me so much. Grandma Jeanne was a sweetheart, and while I was standing in the kitchen, she came and put her arm around me and thanked me for being so generous and so loving towards the kids. How could I not just love them? Sadly though, I didn't have my camera this birthday, and so I didn't get any pictures of Miss Ana Grace and her Princess themed party. But one of my favorite quotes of the evening was this: Josiah puts his arm around Ana, as they are sitting together eating their cake at the table, and tells her "Ana, this is your best birthday ever. I love you. Can you watch the store for a minute?" What store??

So, all in all, other than having a few days off work (I hate not working), this is all that's new with me. Sionara, Ciao and Good Night!

Sunday, May 13, 2007

Things I Love Right Now

Being a woman

The hair, the breasts, the skin, the ability to procreate. Wow, we are the luckier sex!

"Leave the guns, take the cannoli".

Well besides the Godfather & Italian culture, just cannoli's in general.
Ummm, cannoli.

Men who will fight.

Is there anything more attractive than a man who's not afraid to stand up for something?


The color of my room, the color of my favorite lipgloss, the color of pomegranates.


They bring me back to my childhood, to memories of dresses that my mom made me. I want those dresses again!


And the livin' is easy.

The Girls Next Door

Ok, so they're kind of ditsy. But they're so cute & well meaning, and they love Hef so much. It's actually pretty cute!