Monthly Archives: January 2011

Grillin’ with friends

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A friend’s father needed help moving into his new house.

So, we lent our husbands to lift heavy objects up stairs.
Our new friend invited all the families over to grill out.
We gathered and ate, laughed, and watched basketball.
Another Saturday well spent.


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7 Quick Takes

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Just some notes I joted down in this little brain of mine:

1. While looking in a book for children on the anatomy of the human body, Luke (age 5 yr) gazed at the picture of an actual heart and it’s labels. After reminding him that God made our bodies and that our heart actually looks like the one in the picture, Luke said, “No it doesn’t. The heart in the book doesn’t have Jesus in it like mine.” Giggling and crying as I typed that….

2. At bedtime tonight, I pressed the play button on Abigail’s CD player for her routine roundup of Michael Card...but, for the first time ever, she made a request for something different: Chris Rice. I obliged.

3. Speaking of Chris Rice, Andrew wants to know why he sings a song about smelling the color nine. I explained it to him later. He now gets it.

4. When in Auburn, AL, this past weekend, I stopped at a busy red light to wait my turn to proceed. Looking to my right, a large (LARGE!) deer waltzed out of the brush next to the street and looked at me before stooping to eat the grass. It was eerie. Strange. Weird. Alabama….

5. One of the deacons in our church is very tall. At small group Sunday night, he was referred to as “the church bouncer” since he’s the GO-TO guy when a man is needed on Sunday mornings to care for unexpected visitors in great need. We were reading Mark 1:16-45.

6. I noticed Sunday morning during Sunday School that the fire code for our church/school fellowship hall only allows for 51 persons in the room at a time. Oops.

7. Seems I do most of my mental note taking on Sundays…..

100 days

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Colossians 3:17 And whatever you do in word or deed, do all in the name of the Lord Jesus, giving thanks to God the Father through Him.


Last week, the entire school celebrated the “100th day of school”. As a graded project, my son Andrew was instructed to come up with his own idea of representing the number 100 to his class. I gave him a framed stretched canvas and he began searching the house and hunting drawers/corners for all those plastic toy pieces that usually infest any house with young children. You know, those toys that come in birthday goodie bags, from the pizza place when you redeem your arcade tickets, etc. Yeah, I’m glad he found a use for them because I was about to throw most of these things away!

We had fun putting this project together. Besides helping him with the hot glue gun from time to time, he found the objects and placed them on the canvas. I was proud of his accomplishment and I could tell that he was excited to present it to his class.

This house is cold!

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The heat is out in our home. I remember waking this morning and saying to Mitch, “It feels unusually cold in the house.” We both checked the thermostat and then the Weather Channel. The temperature at the time was 32 degrees outside so we chalked up the cold house to the colder outdoor temps, thinking it would warm up at the day progressed.

I left mid morning to shoot a wedding in Auburn but got a phone call from Mitch just before the ceremony started: “It’s cold in this house because the heater is broken. Someone’s coming out in a little bit to look at it and possibly fix the thing.” When I got home this afternoon, Mr. Heater was at our house assessing the situation. Seems the board is broken and the part won’t be available (hopefully) until Monday, two days from now.

So, the kids are double layered, all the beds are weighed down with extra blankets, and I can still hear small pops from the fireplace. I’m gonna snuggle extra close to the preacher man tonight. I hope he doesn’t mind cold toes.

Planning of sorts

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I decided to start menu planning. I mean, gosh….I’ve only been married for 11 years and am six & a half years into motherhood. Starting now makes sense, I guess (I crack myself up). Tonight, Mitch is giving me two hours ALONE to leave the house and do whatever I want to do. Menu planning will be one of the things I do as I sit alone at the coffee house. Another? Maybe I’ll just sip and listen to the music on my iPod. Or, maybe I’ll go pick a friend’s daffodils to put in my kitchen. Wait, I might browse the bargain books at Barnes & Noble. Better yet, can I just take my pillow?

I don’t listen

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My friend, Heather, tells me all the time that I need to go to bed earlier or else I’ll die at an early age. I wish I would listen to her.

My friend, Jennifer, tells me that there are some things that can wait until morning to accomplish. She’s right. I wish I would listen to her.

My friend, Leslie (who is also my “boss” since she’s the school principal), always tells me to go home instead of staying late at work everyday. I wish I would listen to her.

My husband tells me often that I need to cut down on my responsibilities. I have listened to him – but as soon as I shorten my TO DO list, I add something else to it.

It’s 2:57 AM….and I haven’t learned a thing, have I?