Year: 2008

  • Ham and eggs, but without the eggs

    This morning we got up and got Caroline all decked out in her Halloween costume. She was a little foul since she woke up at 5:30 a.m. and was too excited to go back to sleep.

    At first I wasn’t sure she was going to let us get a picture of her in her Wonder Woman costume.

    But she did, although she was a little hesitant at first.

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    Then she gave us a little smile.

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    Oh wait. She’s starting to get into character.

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    She’s feeling the costume. She’s exploring her space.

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    She can’t help herself. She becomes a total ham in front of the camera.

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    I don’t know where she gets it.

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    Oh, that’s right. Her mother is a big dork.

    Hope y’all had a great Halloween with lots of the good candy, not some ghetto generic gummy bears.

  • The place where Fashion Friday usually lives

    I really had every intention of doing a Fashion Friday post today but then the reality that I am leaving the country in two days snuck up on me and stressed me out.

    So no Fashion Friday today.

    In the last twenty-four hours I managed to do some laundry and begin packing my suitcase. I also attempted to clean the house which resulted in me opening the broom closet only to have the broom fall out and hit me right in the face. It almost sent me over the edge.

    However, I need to regroup because today is Halloween and I have a full day of festivities ahead of me. I’m helping with Caroline’s class party and she informed me last night that she would very much like it if I’d dress up like a cowgirl. The good news is I have all the necessary cowgirl accoutrements, the bad news is I’ll have to scrap my original costume idea which was to wear a velour jogging suit, lots of diamonds, and go as old school J. Lo.

    Honestly, it probably would have been lost on the Kindergarten crowd.

    They have no appreciation for the classics.

    Other than that, we’ll spend Friday evening doing a little trick-or-treating and handing out candy. I’m going to enjoy every minute of being with my peeps before I leave on Sunday morning and get on three different flights to get to the Dominican.

    Thanks for all your prayers for the trip. They are so appreciated and I can honestly say that my overwhelming feeling at this moment is excitement. I’m ready to go.

    I’ll announce the winner of the Dr. Quinn giveaway tomorrow and will be reporting live from the Dominican all next week.

    Y’all have a Happy Halloween and a great weekend.

  • And, oh, that Nellie Olsen can still make me angry

    I am going to make a confession.

    I have always been a huge fan of “Little House on the Prairie”. To this day if I am flipping through the channels and see one of the “Little House” episodes where Laura and Almanzo fall in love, I will totally stop what I’m doing and watch it. I may even record it on my DVR to watch it again later when P isn’t around to mock me.

    In fact, one of my earliest memories is crawling under the covers when I was five years old and pretending that I was in a covered wagon just like Laura Ingalls. I truly wanted to live in a little house on the prairie.

    Of course that’s before I was old enough to realize that they didn’t have air-conditioning or a television.

    So, considering my love of T.V. shows set in ye olden times, it should come as no surprise that I have also been known to enjoy “Dr. Quinn, Medicine Woman”. I didn’t actually watch it when they were airing new episodes because I was in college and most of my television watching was restricted to quality programming such as “Days of Our Lives” and “Beverly Hills 90210”, but the summer I was pregnant with Caroline I discovered “Dr. Quinn” reruns and became addicted.

    Honestly, I watched so many episodes that Caroline might have come out of the womb expecting her mother to be Jane Seymour.

    And here’s the good news, the entire series of “Dr. Quinn, Medicine Woman” was released on DVD this past Tuesday and I have the complete boxed set of all six seasons to give away.

    All you have to do to be eligible to win is leave me a comment and I’d love it if you’d share a T.V. show from your childhood that you’ll still stop and watch if it happens to be on.

    Bonus points if it was “Diff’rent Strokes”!

    I’m totally kidding. There are no bonus points, only the drawing of a random number.

    I’ll leave comments open until Friday night and announce the winner on Saturday. I’m really hoping that this time a giveaway doesn’t make my blog explode.

  • Covering your assets

    I am a simple person at heart. A simple person with simple hopes and dreams.

    And today, I will share one of those dreams with y’all.

    This is what I saw when I walked in the doors of our new fancy Target yesterday.

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    It is my sincerest hope that when the time arrives for security to fire this bad boy up and chase down some stolen Mossimo goods that I am there to see it happen.

  • If I just breathe

    Last Friday I went to Bed, Bath and Beyond with two goals in mind. One was to find some type of gold drapery cord that could be fashioned into a golden lasso of truth. The other was to buy a sound machine to take with me to the Dominican Republic.

    It has been well-documented that I am a high-maintenance sleeper. I require all manner of pillows and blankets, in addition to some kind of white noise, to get my beauty rest. I have to go to the bathroom exactly three times before I can go to bed and once I’m finally in the bed I am very reminiscent of a dog circling three times before I lay down for the night.

    Gulley called me while I was in Bed, Bath and Beyond looking for a sound machine and when I told her where I was and what I was doing, she said, “When did you become such a high-maintenance sleeper? When we were in college you’d just lay down and close your eyes like a normal person.”

    And it’s true. I’ve become much more particular as I’ve gotten older. A fact, no doubt, that fills P with great joy as we anticipate growing old together.

    Back in August when Sophie was in town for Living Proof Live, Gulley stayed in the hotel with us on Friday night. I made the huge error of forgetting to pack a sound machine and Sophie and I were overwrought at the idea of all the silence as we slept. Gulley said she’d never seen two people so worked up about not being able to sleep before we’d even tried to go to bed. Apparently there was much pacing and anxiety.

    That sound you hear is Mary and Jennifer emailing Shaun Groves begging him not to put them in a room with me in the Dominican.

    Anyway, the point is that the irony of buying a sound machine to take on a mission trip to a third world country is not lost on me. If anything I see it as a huge blinking neon sign that reads, “HELLO. YOU ARE ABOUT TO STEP OUT OF YOUR COMFORT ZONE.”

    And I am. I know I am.

    I am comfortable. I like my nice little world and my nice little life. Granted, it’s not perfect but it’s what I know.

    Over the last two years, God has increasingly called me to a place where I’m not so comfortable. I left a job that provided a lot of financial security, we faced medical issues and bills that were higher than we expected, I’ve sent my only child off to Kindergarten and felt a little lost in the process, and now we’re watching the economy take a nosedive while P owns a landscaping business and most people don’t see landscaping as a necessity. Honestly, it hasn’t been easy but at the same time I see the hand of God all over it.

    He has called me to total dependence on Him. I spent so much time believing I was self-sufficient and He loved me too much to let me go on that way. He wants me to see Him, to really see Him. As my provider, my shelter, my strong tower, my rock, and my hiding place.

    Yet I still fight it sometimes. I run back to where I feel comfortable, back to a place where I think I’m in charge of everything and can find solutions.

    On Sunday morning at 9:30 a.m. I will leave for the Dominican Republic. To be totally honest, I go back and forth between being excited about the opportunity and being scared of what’s ahead. How do I prepare myself for what I’m going to see? How do you prepare yourself for a trip that you know is going to break your heart?

    I am well aware of my weaknesses. I don’t do well with bad smells. The sushi counter at HEB can set me off, so how am I going to handle a city dump in a third world country? I don’t like feeling dirty. I don’t like being hot. I don’t like being away from my husband and my daughter. I’m not crazy about air travel, especially multiple flights. I need a sound machine to sleep at night.

    I am a poor candidate for a mission trip.

    But if I’ve learned nothing else over the last two years of my life, it’s that He is strong in my weakness. He has been the gentle hand that has kept me from curling up in the fetal position and calling it a day.

    It is His hand that has led me to this trip. The last two years have taught me to surrender to the season of life that I’m in, rather than fighting it with everything I have, wondering how long it’s going to last. It’s taught me that He has a plan that is better than my plan.

    Honestly, my plan was kind of boring. It involved selling pharmaceutical products with no passion, but with the security of a nice paycheck and a company car. Safe, but boring.

    His plan apparently involves some risk, some passion and taking a trip to a third world country that may not smell very good. It often makes me feel like I’m teetering out on a ledge, hoping that there’s a safety net waiting for me.

    And there is.

    He is.

    Waiting to catch me.

    Waiting to catch you.

    “We are His creation-created in Christ Jesus for good works which God prepared ahead of time so that we should walk in them.” Ephesians 2:10

  • Not even a pedicure can help me now

    I am writing this with a Disney Princess ice pack on my foot.

    Why?

    Because we are big fans of the Disney Princesses around here. That Princess Jasmine is a ball of fire.

    Oh? The reason for the ice pack?

    Because I’m about 92% sure I broke my toe around 2 a.m. on Sunday morning. There is 8% of me that’s not entirely sure it’s actually broken but mainly because when I showed it to P before church on Sunday morning and announced it was broken, he glanced at it and said, “Doubtful”.

    It’s easy to be a skeptic when it’s not your toe.

    Caroline slept in our bed on Saturday night and P slept in her bed because we are big fans of musical beds at our house. She was really congested and woke up asking for a Kleenex so she could blow her nose. I got out of bed, threw on my robe (because I have an 80 year old woman inside of me who likes a robe to ward off the chill), and started to make my way to the bathroom to get the aforementioned Kleenex.

    Apparently, I was still a little groggy because I forgot about a chair that has been in our room since the dawn of time. I ran right into it with my ring-finger toe bearing the brunt of the impact. I wish I had it on video because I went down like I’d been shot. In fact, I think I might have blacked out from the pain.

    I hobbled into the bathroom to get the Kleenex, fully expecting to turn on the light and see my toe at a 90 degree angle to the rest of my foot. Mercifully it was in line with all my other piggies, just slightly red and angry. And who can blame it after what I’d just put it through all for a lousy piece of tissue?

    Caroline had no idea I’d sacrificed my metatarsal health just so she could blow her nose and immediately went back to sleep while I laid in bed with my throbbing toe. I kept thinking I should get up and take some Tylenol or maybe a shot of tequila with an Advil chaser, but that would have required me to get up and walk.

    I must have finally passed out from the pain because next thing I knew it was morning. I limped my way into the kitchen to discover that my toe now looks like a big fat organic purple grape. It’s every bit as attractive as what you’re imagining. I’d take a picture but I’m going with the assumption that there are some things that need to remain hidden beneath a sock.

    Anyway, you can imagine how thrilled I am to have a broken toe (it’s totally broken according to the internet, otherwise known as the gospel diagnostic truth) a mere week before I leave for the Dominican Republic.

    In other weekend news, it was the big debut of the Wonder Woman costume and the spray-painted red boots.

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    The good news is that Caroline LOVES her Wonder Woman costume. The bad news is that spray paint doesn’t really adhere to synthetic pleather boots. They looked great for about thirty seconds. I’m just going to call it a crackle finish and pretend it was intentional unless I can figure something out by Friday.

    In other bad news, she didn’t win the costume contest. I’m not the kind of mother to talk about how my kid was robbed but, between you and me, she was robbed. Apparently the judges had no appreciation for red boots with a crackle finish and a golden lasso of truth made out of drapery tiebacks from Bed, Bath and Beyond. The important thing is that she thinks she won because they gave all the kids a bag of candy and I certainly wasn’t going to tell her any different because why would I do that to myself?

    Sometimes the lasso of truth is better as a lasso of you don’t need to know the truth.

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