Wednesday, June 29, 2011
My freshman year I got kind of sick and had to spend a few days there. Anyone who went there was diagnosed with "upper respiratory infection." I slept a lot. It was during Bible Conference so the services were piped in for our benefit.
You couldn't miss class for being sick unless you were in Barge.
Monday, June 27, 2011
Today I have a guest post over at Simple Mel. I met her years and years ago, in another life, when I was roommates in Derry with her cousin and I was teaching at Calvary Christian School. Then a couple years ago (2? or 3?), a friend in Hudson invited me to a playgroup she was running and Melissa was there - with two adorable little girls. We reconnected and even though neither of us does the playgroup anymore, we stay in touch on facebook.
Head over there to read my confessions of being a "real" mom with a messy house and kids who have their own ideas about what to wear. There's several real mom posts you can catch up on and then you can stick around for awhile reading her archives about her new baby and homeschooling. Plus she's looking for a few more moms to finish out the summer; contact her to participate.
This is the niter kebbeh after simmering.
Friday, June 24, 2011
Craig's cousin is getting married.
So it's a big day for the cousin and the cousin's fiance.
But it's the "big day" for me because it was this wedding coming that motivated me to want to lose weight. I think everyone in Craig's family has been exercising and weight watching and all of that.
It was weird for me to think that this was the day I was working for because the exercise/fitness thing has become such a part of my life I kind of forgot why I started. I feel a little bit of "where do I go from here," with the answer being I'll probably just keep going.
I didn't lose any weight that I can tell. I definitely reshaped by body; I have muscles on my arms and legs and have a waist, but I also still have a belly pooch and booty that I guess I will always have. I have pants that are too big but lots of pants that are still too small.
I don't feel disappointed that I didn't lose weight (OK, maybe I'm a teeny bit sad because having a number to say would make my improvements seem more tangible) because I feel like the gains of how fit and strong I feel, the improvement in my mood and outlook, and the community of fun women I've met when I go to a class are an unexpected and better bonus than just having a number to say.
Best wishes to the bride and groom on your big day . . . I did my best to not look horrible in pictures.
Wednesday, June 22, 2011
At Christmas, my sister was showing me the random things in her Bible and she had a piece of paper with my PO box combination on it. I was thrilled. The anxiety of not being able to open it was gone. I flied it away carefully in my subconscious so if the dream comes back, I'm armed with the information.
Monday, June 20, 2011
I offered the guy $10 for it and when I had twenties and $9 in my pocket, he said $9 was fine. Two boy scouts (who expressed astonishment that anyone wanted the old desk) loaded it into my car and I giddily drove home. My sister-in-law had redone one awhile back so I knew this had possibilities.
We had our chalkboard paint tinted "moonstone" and used that on the desk top.
Sanded and ready to go:
So far he's written in his journal twice, all on his own. He's quite pleased with it.
Friday, June 17, 2011
Hi there Food & Whine readers! My name is Elizabeth and blog over at FitwithLizzie.com. I'm so excited to be doing a Freaky Friday Switcheroo with Sarah! I love her posts and her thoughtful comments over on my blog.
As nice, civilized people, we are taught that selfishness is a Bad Thing we must avoid. As Christians, we are certainly taught that selfishness is a sin and we are exhorted to selflessly love our neighbor.
As a fitness professional, the number one reason I see for women putting their own physical fitness on the back burner is because they feel it is selfish, self-indulgent even, to spend 30 minutes to an hour a day pursuing physical improvement when there are children to raise, husbands to encourage, homes to run, churches to support, meals to cook, laundry to fold and friends to nurture. It is selfish to spend money on gym memberships, weight loss programs, fresh produce and workout attire when gas is hovering around $4 a gallon, soccer camp costs money and growing kids need new shoes and clothes all the time.
My response: You owe it to your families to be selfish. We usually believe selfishness means actions or whims that gratify our lusts at the detriment to others. Selfishness, in another sense, means “the values required for human survival.” I would like to refine that point a littler further – selfishness are those acts which are required in order for your family to survive and thrive. Your family needs you to be selfish in ways that promote their well-being. It is, in fact, selfish of you (the bad selfish) to do things that take away from your health and life expectancy because this deprives your family of your contributions. It deprives them of YOU.
Your health and vitality is the biggest gift that you give to your children now and when they are grown. Your kids need you to be able to chase after them at the beach and climb the bleachers at the baseball stadium. And their need for you doesn't end when they head to college. Who will be there to coach your kids through their early years of marriage? Through parenthood? Hopefully, if you're eating right and exercising, it will be you. However, type II diabetes, heart disease, stroke and other debilitating physical conditions are on the rise in wealthy, industrialized countries like ours. A person suffering with these conditions will see her quality of life affected. More importantly, her ability to contribute to her family and community will be affected as well. She may come to depend on her adult children to be medical caretakers, which takes them away from their own children, spouses and communities.
When your children are grown, they not only need your advice and expertise, but your grandchildren deserve to draw on your wisdom and experiences as well. Eventually, you will be responsible for passing on your family's traditions and history. The only way you can do this effectively is by being around and engaging with your children and their children.
Motivational speaker Dr. Wayne Dwyer has said, “You can't give what you haven't got.” It's such a profound statement. You can't share peace if you lack peace yourself. You can't share wealth if you are poor. You can't share wisdom if you're not wise. You can't share Christ if you don't know Him. But let's assume that you have peace, prosperity, wisdom and a relationship with Christ. Can you share these things with your family if you don't survive and thrive to a ripe old age?
I encourage you to start seeing healthy eating and physical fitness as things you do, not for vain shallow reasons, but out of a sense of obligation to your family. You are irreplaceable. They will never get another mother, wife, sister or aunt like you. They need you to take care of yourself! And if you get certain vain and shallow benefits out of being a hot and sexy mama, well, no harm done!
Thursday, June 16, 2011
Monday, June 13, 2011
(yes, that's Kate in a bathing suit and Rapunzel hair to the side . . . I forgot I had to crop this.)
Saturday, June 11, 2011
Then it came to me: I'll cut the sleeves off, too. She needs shorty 'jamas anyway.
First I cut the sleeves off. Then I pulled them a little to curl them up (below, the right sleeve is pulled and the left sleeve is not)(I know, I'm so proud of myself for my detailed process pics).
Up close shot of scissor damage (somehow there's tulle involved):
Cut off as straight as possible:
I was going to sew a straight line and let them fray but the silky stuff was fraying too easily so I folded a little hem and sewed it with a zig zag stitch. Then I finished taking pictures in my poorly-lit basement (which has recently gotten brighter light bulbs; it's like a whole new room).
Friday, June 10, 2011
When I went to the local Salvation Army and got really skeeved out and frustrated with wasting my time when I couldn't find anything. I zipped into the SalVal in Harrisburg in April and found some plates and candlesticks to use to make little cake stands, or cupcake stands, or whatever you want to call them.
So I googled "painting glass" (or something) and found this article. Then, I got my supplies, waited for a decent day when I had time to spray paint, and took a picture for you:
First coat of primer (or paint. I can't remember):
Finished product, also featured in the pie bird post.
Thursday, June 9, 2011
They fell off the sticks and broke into pieces. It was discouraging.
Here you see my main problem: they were cracking (that'd be the not enough icing at work).
I was ready to quit but thought, I'll see how they finish off and then decide if I'll keep going or not.
I got out the food markers I'd gotten that morning at A. C. Moore.
sigh. This was not meant to be.
So not only is the marker not black, it didn't work right. I'll have to click on Bakerella's link to see what markers she uses. But the nose and the bow turned out cute, huh?
So I let Kate go crazy with the embellishments. I showed her how to use the melted candy melts as "glue" and she had a ball.
Last night I was finished forever with cake pops shaped like cats. Today, I'm actually thinking of trying again someday . . .
Wednesday, June 8, 2011
Reading Daring to Draw Near this morning, I had another such moment. Concluding discussion on David's prayer, Psalm 51: "[David saw] that outward religious observances were no substitute for a right attitude toward God and sin."
In my experience, fundamentalism is all about outward religious observances. How many services attended a week (we don't care if you have 167 research papers to grade and what's taking you so long anyway? Just pass all the church members' children), how long your skirt or big your white collar, how big your Bible or long your public prayers. Are you "busy" to the point of thinking you have mono? Well, you're not doing enough. Maybe God will look your way if you try harder. Maybe you can do enough one of these days to not feel so guilty and weighed down. Maybe. You're not really good enough for God to love.
White: We ourselves forget this. We try to compensate for sin by our twentieth-century sacrifices. We atone by trying harder, by being extra kind to someone we have hurt, by praying longer and more frequently. Yet none of these things are acceptable to God. . . . He wants us simply to say, "There is nothing I can do to make up for what I have done." (pages 78-79)
And this, the giant weight lifting off my heart, the chains of guilt that drag me down breaking: all that is needed is to show God the spot and say, "I cannot make it clean."
I can't. But He can. And He loves me.
Tuesday, June 7, 2011
Sunday, June 5, 2011
It's a complicated question. My favorite songs are the favorites because of the memories they invoke: walking down the aisle to meet Craig to "Cowboy Take Me Away;" or singing at the top of my lungs with my sister to "Man, I feel like a Woman" (I haven't heard that in a long time); sobbing the first time I heard "Something in Red" (I was pregnant, alright? I cried at the craziest things); pulling away from a wedding where I saw an old boyfriend and hearing "Bye, Bye" on the radio - how often does the radio cooperate so nicely with what you want for the soundtrack of life ('cause for sure I had the rearview mirror torn off and I was not looking back)?
I don't know that I'd really say, "add these to your playlist," and this is by no means comprehensive (because you could pull out some random song and I would immediately say, "that's my favorite song!").
(editorial note: I'm not going to punctuate the song titles with quotation marks because I'm lazy and don't feel like doing it over and over. The song is first, the artist second. Also, no links because that will take forever and I've got books to read. Except "Something in Red." I had to google it to find out who sings it, so she gets a link.)
Favorite Country Breakup Songs:
2. Blame it on Your Heart, Patty Loveless*
3. Picture to Burn, Taylor Swift
4. The Dance, Garth Brooks
5. Bye, Bye, JoDee Messina
Favorite Dixie Chicks songs**:
1. Wide Open Spaces
2. Cowboy Take Me Away
3. Ready to Run
4. The Long Way Around
5. You Were Mine
6. Goodbye Earl
7. Don't Waste Your Heart
8. Long Time Gone
9. Favorite Year
10. Truth No. 2
Favorite Songs by a Man:
1. Drive, Alan Jackson
2. The Good Stuff, Kenny Chesney
3. Unanswered Prayer, Garth Brooks
4. Live Like You were Dying, Tim McGraw
5. You're Gonna Miss This, Trace Adkins
Songs that remind me of Dating Craig:
1. Breathe, Faith Hill
2. Cowboy Take Me Away, Dixie Chicks
3. This Kiss, Faith Hill
4. Fearless, Taylor Swift***
5. I Could Not Ask for More, Sara Evans (but Edwin McCain did it better)
Songs that make me Cry:
1. Something in Red, Lorrie Morgan
2. Streets of Heaven, Sherrie Austin
3. Highway 20 Ride, Zac Brown Band
4. Already Gone, Sugarland+
5. Come On Come On, Mary Chapin Carpenter
Songs my Children (mostly Kate, Sam usually wants no part) will Deign to Listen to:
1. Love Story, Taylor Swift
2. Best Days of Your Life, Kellie Pickler
3. Chicken Fried, Zac Brown Band
4. Picture to Burn, Kellie Pickler
5. Cowboy Casanova, Carrie Underwood
Favorite Country Songs by People you would not expect to be signing country:
1. This, Darius Rucker
2. First Cut is the Deepest, Sheryl Crow
3. All Summer Long, Kid Rock
4. Perhaps Love, Placido Domingo++
(yes, I am ending with a 4-point list. My brain is exhausted from digging out song titles and artist names. And Craig is sick of answering my questions ['cause it's easier to ask him instead of thinking] and thought I was buying every song I was asking about. As if. He knows my ipod is full [clearly I'm going to have to be pickier about what's on it, like no more Backyardigan episodes].)
* (not, as I thought, Trisha Yearwood)
**Because they do get their own category
***Right. It wasn't out then. But something about "you take my hand and drag me headfirst, fearless" totally takes me back to that time.
+oh come on, you can't tell me that "it's our whole life down to one box" doesn't get you.
++OK, I tricked you a little with that one. It's a duet with John Denver
Thursday, June 2, 2011
So here's the after and as a consolation prize, a few other pics of our bedroom.
My dresser. I chose this shot to post because in all the others you could see, reflected in the mirror just to the left of the dresser, the laundry basket I moved so it was out of the picture.
We also painted the mirror but didn't sand it so when I tried to wipe off the watered-down paint for a "weathered" look it just smeared off so I had to slap more on and let it all dry. The dressers got two coats of an antique-y white and then a "rub" of watered down wall color. Also we got new hardware, which you can't compare to what was there due to no before shot.
Window I found at an antique store. I love it. Craig wants me to fill in the windows with maps and photos and maybe I'll get to it but it's not on the list. His main problem is that you can see the wire used to hang it but I say, you can't, because the wire is almost the color of the wall. Also I think it looks cool as is.
Craig's dresser. I debated not moving the piles of clothes he keeps on the floor in front of it but in the end photo styling won over reality.