Thinkin' Out Loud

Still Here, Making Life Happen

2010-06-16T07:37:00.000-07:00

For those of you who don't know we received our first foster placement the Saturday before Easter! A beautiful baby girl! We are learning so much about the process and the system. It is quite a journey.

I am trying to make a runner out of myself! I'm two days into training. I'm looking forward to the experience.

Love ya all. Hope to be back sooner than later!

When it rains, it pours!

2010-01-29T09:13:00.000-08:00

Today probably isn't the day to be using weather analogies. We were suppose to be well on our way to double digit inches of snow by now. There might be half an inch. Oh well, I enjoy watching it snow. It is so pretty.

I can't spend much time thinking about the snow. I have oodles of things on the horizon!

In 12 days I start a new job! I am ecstatic over the new things I will be doing. I gave the newspaper 6 weeks notice, which has gone on forever! I'll miss these kids tons!

Today, possibly, hopefully, I will get to proofread our home study! Wow, it has been five months since we started the process! Crazy! So, looking forward to having the opportunity to change a kiddo's life!

Tomorrow I will debut my Etsy store! ~~In Stitches by Steph ~~ We will start with some ladies business/mommy card holders and baby blankets. Thrilled to be getting this off the ground.

Most of the times I've used the rains/pours phrase in the past have been those one-more-thing- and-they-will-have-to-haul-me-off-in-a-white-jacket times. The last year or so I've been working hard on being a more optimistic person. So I could have told you about all of my struggles with these three blessings (believe you me ... they have been there), but I didn't.

Today I encourage you to look for the blessings in your life. It may be simple or years in the making. I'm positive something you do today will done because God provided you with the resources and abilities to do it!

2010 - The Year of Change? or When you get to see a seed sprout!

2010-01-13T07:29:00.001-08:00

So far 2010 is looking like it will be full of change. Our home study is scheduled to be completed by the 22nd. That is a week from Friday! We're gonna have to get to working on putting that crib together. Have a little person in the house will be a big change.

One big change is not enough for the Jenkins' Casa, no sir-ee! I have made the decision to leave my position at the University. It was a tough decision.

I have always felt that God put me in this job to be an example of his love and let people know there is more to life. I know I've done better some days than others! If God put me here He would have to release me to move on. Open a new door. At the end of November a new opportunity came to light.

I believe in miracles. This job was vacant for 9 months. Who knows how many people applied! I was chosen at just the right time. The right time for the newspaper. The right time for me. We needed to move, but I had to have a job before we did. Within two weeks the job was mine (even though I had actually applied 8 weeks prior to that) and we had a place to live. It may be small but to us at that time it was a whirlwind miracle.

I have had my share of struggles here everything from a period of two weeks or so where I a student worker quit on average every two days. Keep in mind that I only had a total of five people working for me. Makes a girl question her personality traits and hygiene practices among other things. The economy has been a kicker too. Ultimately I have always felt God put me here for a purpose, His purpose.

Release #1
At the beginning of November we gave our board a more than bleak report of incoming revenue. Things were not looking good. Then things turned around. Beginning with the next issue of the newspaper we started shattering revenue goals! Within six weeks were back on track financially. Truly incredible!

Release #2
In early December I received word that our direct competition had decided to call it quits. Seriously, are you kidding? After four and a half years they are just going to stop printing? I confirmed it, and then did a happy dance. (It was okay to do a happy dance. No one was losing their job in this ordeal.) I take no credit for their ship sinking, but I appreciate the fact that it will make the lives of my advertising staff significantly easier.

Release #3
We had another mountain we had been working on moving for some time. The details would bore you. So I'll just say the mountain was moved and a ski resort was opened on it. The ski resort is providing a great source of revenue!

Release #4 (The Hum-Dinger)
I try to be very strong in my faith. I don't want to turn people away with it, but I do want them to know where I stand in it. I have tried in my own little ways to plant a seed of God's love in the life of every student that has worked for me and with me. Even the one I fired!
There was one student who worked for me that was different. She was hard when it came to God. She didn't want anything to do with church, Christians, etc. I wouldn't give up. I saw her potential. I kept nudging and nudging. I tried my best, that was all I could do. She graduated, my opportunity was over. I kept in touch with her via Facebook. I found it humorous that she got a job doing graphic design for a Christian T-Shirt company. What an odd match. I believed God was still putting people in her path, because He saw her potential too.
Anyway, in early December I went to work at church. It wasn't the easiest services I have ever worked. I can't even remember why. For one, I had forgotten my cell phone. It is actually a crucial part to what I do there every weekend. When we got home that afternoon I headed straight for my bed to pull the covers over my head. My bed is where I had just happened to leave my phone. I picked up my beloved Blackberry and checked Twitter, E-Mail, and Facebook messages.
One Facebook message took my breath away. It was from the student that used to work for me. She had been to church, the church I attend of all places. Her and her boyfriend loved it. They couldn't wait to go back. I cried. I felt closure. I felt as though I accomplished what God put me at the newspaper to accomplish. This former student could find her potential now, a potential she never realized she had. I planted a seed and was lucky enough to see it sprout.

All of these things told me this was the right opportunity for me to leave. Everything happened at just the right time. A door peacefully closed and another opened.

I hope in some way this post encourages anyone who reads it. I know I will come back and read it from time to time.

Books, Books, and More Books

2009-10-30T08:13:00.000-07:00

How have ya'll been? Well, I hope.

Me? Oh, I'm great! Can you believe we only have one foster parenting class left? It's on the 10th of November. We are hoping to have a placement around Christmas. I"ll give ya'll the most info I can without violating any confidentiality. We're still trying to get the house ready. Whew boy! Did we ever need to get rid of some stuff! Ridiculous!

The real reason I'm here today is tell you all about one of my many passions ... books! I was visiting the blog of an IRL friend and saw the bookshelf on her blog. Hey, there Rebekah! I started to covet then remembered that was wrong, so I just clicked and got my own. It's right there on the right. Isn't it lovely? The BEST part ... I never have to dust it!

So let me tell you a little about these books on my shelf. The Shack most of you have heard of or read. I'm still reading it. I love to read, but I'm a slow reader. If you have not read it ... do it ... NOW!

If you have read The Shack and it changed your life, DO NOT go another day without reading Grace is for Sinners. I met author Serena Woods when we were in high school and our families attended the same church. (Good news, you will not need any personal connections to Serena to have your socks knocked off by this book.) As life happened we went our separate ways and our paths sort of crossed again when her book came out. I mean really, if you grew up in a small town and heard someone had published a book, you would know it's kind of a big deal and you would get your hands on it as soon as possible.

What did I find when I read the book? Serena is an amazing woman who has traveled an incredible journey. I am in awe every single time I stop and think about how God is using her and the path she has been on to get here. You have my word that this book will change you and your relationship with God. It rips away the layers of expectations society has put around an Almighty God and exposes the most amazing truths. This book is written about real life experiences and the raw, bleeding reality of how brutal we as Christians can be. At that moment, as if in the same breath, you will see Grace revealed like never before as Serena pours her heart and God's onto the pages of this book.

I know, I know, you are on the edge of your seat right now OR your are getting in your car to come borrow my copy of the book. Stop right there! How about reading an excerpt from the book right now? I know, I'm a genius! Just click here and visit Grace is for Sinners.

Other books on my list:

Secrets: Transforming your life and marriage ~~ Great devotional book for wives!

Amy's Answering Machine ~~ Get some Depends, cause your gonna laugh until you pee your pants!

Come, My Little Angel ~~ A precious little book I stumbled upon at the library and fell in love with! (Warning: I cried!)

CHILDREN'S BOOKS ... LOVE THEM!
Some of my favorites are on the self. Click next to see them all. A modern twist on a classic nursery rhyme, the cleverness of Robert Munsch, and a siamese cat that likes to pretend he is a chihuahua!

Happy reading! And I promise it won't be long until you hear from me again!

A Leap of Faith

2009-08-25T09:33:00.000-07:00

It has been a GREAT summer! So many get-togethers with family and friends ... so much good food, but even better memories.

The most memorable event this summer was when Hubs and I had a conversation that ended with "Yes, let's do this."

We have decided to pursue foster parenting with the intent to adopt. It's not like waking up one morning and deciding to make pancakes from scratch (well, I suppose for a few people it could be similar). There has been a lot of analyzing and prayer that has gone into this decision. We have asked our friends and family to agree with us in prayer. We have talked to social workers. We have spent time talking with individuals and families that have experienced, first-hand the heartache and joy the system can distribute. Ultimately we feel God is calling us to represent him in this venture. Much like a missionary would represent God in a foreign country.

There are risks. Many. That is where our faith comes in, we believe it is not faith until we take the first step. Already, some days have not been easy. My family is worried about Hubs, A-man and I. My Mom, especially has and continues to voice her fears. I know she is just trying to protect us, but it kills my spirit when she can't see what is really in our hearts. On the low days this summer there has always been a bit of encouragement to fall into my lap. One of them I found at Grace is for Sinners. It is a great post about faith.

There is one reoccurring question from people. Sometimes they don't actually ask, you just see it in there eyes. "Why?"

I'm happy to answer.

We as a family have more love to give. I want to have the opportunity to bless a child who is in the middle of a difficult situation he or she didn't ask for and doesn't deserve. I want God to shine his light through me into the life of an innocent child. I want to be responsible for a child learning love is warmer than any blanket. I want to show a child God has a purpose for his or her life.

Please don't think I am naive. I have heard the ugly, nasty stories. I KNOW I will experience sadness, anger, frustration, joy, happiness ... the list could go on forever. I worry about A-man and how this will change him. I pray God's special protection on him.

If you know how to pray, please pray for the three of us, pray for our extended family, and pray for the child(ren) that will come into our lives whether it be for a day or forever.P.S. Our first class is tonight.

Flirty Apron Swap -- The "I Love Lucy" Edition

2009-07-27T07:55:00.000-07:00

I'm on the hunt for just the right buttons and then this red and white polka dot extravaganza will be off and running to my dear partner!

I'm not gonna lie. I've had a love hate relationship with this apron. But in the end ... it's all LOVE. In case any of you happen to be on your knees in prayer that this little diddy will coming your way ... wait for it ... wait for it ... wait for it...
It will be accompanied by the entire first season of "I Love Lucy" on DVD.

Can't wait for the next swap!

Everything Limesque!

2009-07-01T06:29:00.000-07:00

What could be better than a great recipe for these Key Lime Filled Cupcakes?

A lime colored apron, of course!!

Snag the recipe for the cupcakes and enter to win the apron at The Secret Stitch Club!

My favorite Time of Year

2009-06-26T09:51:00.000-07:00

This morning on the news the weather man was talking about how the current temps of mid 70's were equal to the percentage of humidity in the air. That my friend causes fog on a hot summer day. The temp is pushing triple digits. It's humid and sticky.

BUT, IT'S MY FAVORITE TIME OF YEAR!

Tonight me and the girls are going to an outdoor theater performance of The Miss Firecracker Contest.

Tomorrow a baby shower, a wedding, a picnic, a birthday party, and an all-years high school reunion. I'm probably not going to make it to all of them.

A-Man is in swimming lessons. I'm going to start and aquatic exercise class.

Next week is the 4th of July. I love the 4th of July! I love the food, the friends, the family, the fireworks. I love it all.

We are blessed to live in a town that goes all out for the 4th. A parade and a great fireworks show we can see from our house. We have invited family and friends. We're going to grill burgers and dogs. And it's not SUMMER without homemade ice cream!!!

I like to squeeze every ounce of fun I can out of summer. It's not easy when you work full time, have commitments at church every weekend, and a household to maintain (or at least attempt to maintain). We are going to take one weekend off from church next month and take a little weekend getaway.

We'll end July with A-Man's birthday!!! I can't believe he will be 6! I love party planning. However, I promised Hubs I wouldn't go over the top this year. No six foot tall hand painted pirate ships this year. We are going to do family and friends separate for the first time. I just think it will be easier this way. Plus, more room to move. The friends party is going to be a mad science party! The kids will make their own slime, create snow and blast diet coke into the air!

I know you all want to be me right now!!! Check back here for pictures of all these fun events!

The "S" word and the "F" word

2009-06-22T07:11:00.000-07:00

I have a potty mouth. Well, according to the world of A-man, I have a potty mouth.

A couple of weeks ago, or so, we were spending time at my parent's house. I was offering my opinion on something or another, as usual. Suddenly, A-man interrupted the conversation.

"Mommy! You just said a bad word!"

"I did? No, I don't think so, you must have misunderstood me."

"I heard you! You said the "S" word!"

I'm really confused at this point. That word is not part of my vocabulary and if I were to slip up, I'm SURE it would NOT be in front of my parents. After all, they raised me better than that! I could not for the life of me figure out what my little man was talking about. There was only one way to get to the bottom of this.

"A-man what "S" word did I say?"

"Stupid, Mom, you said it and that is a bad word!"

Right! What was I thinking! I apologized and everything was good.

Fast forward to last week. After sharing his activities of the day at summer school, A-man had a heart to heart with us.

"Guys, I don't say the "F" word. Some of the other kids at school, like the 2nd graders say it, but I know it's a bad word and I'm not gonna say it. It's not nice."

My eyes are about to pop out of my head! I looked at hubs in desperation! Those rotten soon to be 2nd graders are corrupting my soon to be 1st grader who is not even 6 years-old yet. I want names and addresses! I'm going to go talk to some parents right now!!!!

Hubs gave me the stay calm, don't let him know it is a big deal look. So I took a deep breath ...

"I can't think of any bad words that start with "F". Can you tell me the bad word they say?"

"Fat. They say fat. It's not nice to call people fat. So I don't use that "F" word."

Whew!!!

Yesterday we were driving home from Hubs' Father's Day lunch. We got a call from some friends asking us to come over for dinner. I immediately went into "Hmm, what can I make mode." At that moment I realized that I left the eggs I buy from a lady at church in the mini-fridge in the elementary area. I chose to express my sudden dismay out loud.

"I forgot my STUPID eggs!"

From the seat behind me ...

"What did you say, Mommy?"

"I forgot my eggs at church."

"You forgot your 'what' eggs?"

"I forgot my stinkin' eggs."

"NO, that's not what you said. You said a bad word."

"You are right I said a bad word. I'm sorry. That was wrong of me to do. Will you please forgive me?"

"Yes, I forgive you. Would you like to pray and ask God to forgive you? You always need to pray and ask God to forgive you when you do something wrong."

Accountability from a 5 year old. It doesn't get any better than that!

My day as a princess

2009-06-19T07:46:00.000-07:00

Several of you have asked how the princess party went last weekend. I really haven't had a chance to share since things have been so busy this week.
A-man started swimming lessons.
The dog chewed thru his collar
I'm behind on my sewing projects
Dog pooped in the floor (1st time in forever) and I stepped in it with my bare feet.
We put two much chemical in the pond.
Bucket brigade to empty out the pond trying to save the fish.
All the fish are ka-put!
Whew, I'm glad it is Friday!

Anyhow, you're really here for the princess story. So my lovely and dear friend Mrs. Rodgers and her friend Susan decided to host a princess tea party for all of the little girls in their church. Mrs. Rodgers mentioned this to me and my brain started doing a round-off, double back-flip, back layout!
"Oh, you could do this and this and that and that. Oh and how about this!" I think her brain was exhausted when I was done or she was wishing she hadn't mentioned it.

To make a long story short. I ended up designing the invitations, and an iron-on transfer to commemorate the event. I also ended up being a guest princess at the event. My task was to read "Gigi, God's Little Princess: The Royal Tea Party" by Sheila Walsh to the girls.

Great. No problem. Except I needed a princess dress. Check. My mom made one and I bedazzled it. I'm pretty confident at this point. Until I realize there are going to be Mom's there that I haven't seen in years. More importantly, these Mom's haven't met the 45 pounds of me I have gained since the last time they saw me. Urgh.

The show must go on. I slept on those pink foam rollers the night before. Put my fairly short hair into and up do. Stuck in my rhinestone tiara and put on my what-was-I-smokin'-when-I-bought-this super sparkly eye-shadow with glitter.

I drove the hour to the church. Everything was gorgeous! When the girls entered there was a pink runway, for them to walk down, lined with flowers. At the end was a giant mural of a castle. Princess music floated from the speakers. A castle cake, a punch fountain, little triangle sandwiches, fresh fruit, chocolate covered pretzels. Those ladies did not miss a detail. A photographer took each girls picture in front of the castle. There were pictures of sisters and mommies and daughters.

All in all, I was honored to be a part of it.

Now, when it came time for me to read the story. I stood in front of the castle mural. It is important to note that this mural was hung over a window. The sun was shining right through this window as I was standing in front of it. I was reading my little princess heart out. About six pages into the book, I realized this was quite the toasty spot to be standing in. Eight pages into the book I realized I had forgotten to put on deodorant that morning!!!

There is nothing worse than a stinky princess!!! I kept the info to myself. Hmmm. What is a girl to do? Well, I took my inspiration from a U.S. Senator. A Senator that had been in far worse predicaments than my own. John McCain. Stay with me here.

I proceeded to walk around, during the remainder of the party, with my upper arms glued to my side. Kind of like John McCain does. Not because he has sweaty pits, but because of the injuries he sustained as a POW. I think it worked.

I left the party before all of the festivities were over. I had A-man's last flag football game to attend. I rolled in the city limits just in time. No time for deodorant. It's a football game, no one would know it was me! However, the sunglasses had to stay on because the glittery eye shadow was quite the distraction. That stuff just WILL NOT come off. So if you have seen me in real life this week and wondered why I was wearing glitter on my face and a deodorant necklace, NOW YOU KNOW!!!

You really should learn something new everyday!

2009-05-28T09:44:00.000-07:00

I learned something new. They say you should do this everyday. Honestly, I don't keep track. But occasionly there will be an instance that sticks out in my mind. Here is what lead me to Google this morning.

Last night we went to a shindig for the all of the small group leaders in our church. It's kind of like a pep rally of sorts, making sure we are all on the same page.

We played Pac-Man and an 80's version of Don't Forget the Lyrics. Top it off with Mexican food and I was totally in my element.

When we got down to the business side of things our Director of Connections Ministries mentioned a set of DVD's she wanted the groups to consider using during the summer months. The Passion Series by Louie Giglio. She went on to talk briefly about each of the DVD's in the series. They all sounded interesting but one grabbed my attention. Laminin. A protein molecule in our bodies.

Now, you may already know about Laminin. If so, please know that I have forgiven you for not telling me about this sooner! If you don't and you're in a small group at the church I attend, this could be a spoiler, so you'll have to forgive me!

Without further ado, please watch this snipet of Louie Giglio speaking about Laminin.

Introducing the New and Improved ...

2009-05-18T14:42:00.000-07:00

So Saturday morning, I'm in the kitchen working on the cake pops.
Which turned our lovely btw. Thanks for asking.
A-Man comes schadoodling into the kitchen. He had been cleaning his room.
With his hands behind his back he says:
"Mommy, I have a surprise for you!"
"Great, I love surprises! Let's see it"

I know, you're thinking moldy PB and J or deceased frog that was left to live out its final moments in a little boy's pocket.

Nope.

"Mommy, it's a thread machine. I found it in my room and I just knew you could use it when you were sewing. See it has brown, shiny thread in it. And it's really soft."

Any guesses?

How about a cassette tape. The "tape" aka "thread" had been pulled out and wrapped around the outside of the cassette SEVERAL times. Who would have thought a contraption like that could produce music? Nope. Thread Machine.

Never Trust a Skinny Cook

2009-05-15T07:15:00.000-07:00

I'm heading back to the kitchen this weekend. Can't wait!

Last weekend I made Chocolate Cobbler and if you have talked to me for more than five minutes any time in the last seven days, I'm sure I have mentioned it. It's amazing!! I can't wait to make it along with my homemade vanilla ice cream. The thought of that combination almost makes me spontaneously combust!!!

Enough talk already, I know, I know. Here is where I found the recipe. Chocolate Cobbler at Lolly Chops

What's on the agenda for my little kitchen this weekend? I'm so glad you asked!
CAKE POPS!

Are you up to speed on cake pops? If not visit Bakerella! WARNING: Please cover your keyboard with plastic wrap before browsing this site. I'm telling you this woman is God's gift to the expandable waistband!

Now my cake pops are probably not going to look like the those you see on Bakerella, so don't go asking for me to post photos and all. My small group members will get to be the guinea pigs since we're having finger foods on Sunday evening. I would really like to make two batches. One strawberry and the other carrot cake. We'll see what happens.

Dessert on a stick. Proof that Jesus loves us. As if dying on the cross wasn't enough!

A Sentimental Time of Year

2009-05-14T06:51:00.000-07:00

Graduation.

Momma's everywhere will have chicks leaving the nest in the next few weeks. I have one leaving the Kindergarten nest and one leaving the Collegiate nest.

Wait, Ms. Can't Be Wrong, you only have one little birdie.

Yes, you are right, sort of. The Kindergartener is my own flesh and blood. The college student is one of the students in my office. Over the last three years she has worked for me she has been a valuable employee, friend, daughter, sister, you name it. We sort of view life from the same roost.

She gave me a beautiful card earlier this week. I'm not much of card keeper, but this one is an exception.

This card, along with some other things in life, have reminded me of how important it is to stop and say thank you. Not just the automatic, robotic thank you you hear when you hold the door open for someone. Not just the "Hey, thanks, I really appreciate it." with that little wave we all do. I mean, writing your heart down.

But, Ms. Can't Be Wrong ... I'm not a good writer, you see I'm just not that good at words.

Trust me write down how your heart feels whether it's in an e-mail, a twitter message, a face book wall post, or a hand written note. I promise, no matter how short or long your thoughts are, they WILL mean the world to the recipient.

Don't just stand there get those words out of your heart and on a page of some sort. Tell your chicks, whether they are leaving the nest or not, how thankful you are for them.

I'm off to send a note myself ... to two young men who made my little guy feel like he was big stuff and worth a million bucks!

Random Moments in Life

2009-03-05T17:30:00.000-08:00

As I have stated before I work on a university campus. Not a day goes by that I don't see or hear something interesting. Today when I left my office I saw two girls on the very top level of the parking garage attempting to fly a kite. They were successful a few minutes at a time.
Life Lesson: Go to the where the resources are in order to get the results you want.

I DID IT!

2009-01-27T08:07:00.000-08:00

I finished my first original apron. I sketched out the pattern Sunday night. Last night I cut it out and sewed it up. I'm calling it The Brenna Apron. It is a reversible child's apron with a pocket. I know, I know. It's against all blogging laws to post something of this nature without a photo, but a friend has my camera ... no joke.

I'm excited that there is a fabulous coating of sleet and snow here so it will give me more time to design and sew. I have two more patterns sketched out and I'm anxious to get busy.

Until then ...

My Apron Swap Journey

2009-01-22T14:06:00.000-08:00

I received my apron swap assignment last week. I couldn't wait to get started. I knew exactly what I wanted to do as soon as I read it. That's about all I can tell you for now because it's a top secret mission. I will give you a sneak peek. These are the components.

The swap has been fabulous. It's like an apron heaven! Today I found a new favorite. It is a Route 66 themed apron. Click here to drool. Now envision this hanging on the baker's rack in my Coca-Cola kitchen. Perfect isn't it. Now swear to me that you won't buy it, 'cause if it survives the swap giveaway. It's mine baby! Otherwise, feel free to peruse the "My Mom Would Be Proud" Etsy shop and find the perfect apron for yourself.

Logic of A 5 Year Old

2009-01-22T14:01:00.000-08:00

On Monday we were cruising down Cherry St when a random conversation starts.

"Mom, can cats swim?"

"Yes, I'm sure cats can swim, but cats really don't like water."

--LONG PAUSE--

"Well, we should put the cats in a swimming pool full of milk."

My brain slams on it's brakes. What? Milk? Oh, right 'cats like milk' so surely they would swim in that. It makes sense, doesn't it? I love the innocence and simplicity of children, don't you?

My Favorite Things

2009-01-07T07:29:00.000-08:00

Monday was my first day back after a 3-week vacation. It's been tough getting myself and the fam back into a routine. A lot more difficult than normal.

I think it is because I enjoyed my time off so much. There was the usual holiday hub-blub, but what I enjoyed most was my sewing. I made three pillows and two aprons!

This is one of the pillows I made. It's the tooth fairy version. Pattern available here.

I don't have as much time now that I'm back to work, but I am determined to schedule regular dates with my sewing machine. I'm currently working on a set of 'live, laugh, love' pillows for my living room. After that I'll be making an apron for a swap. This is my first swap and I totally excited! It's a valentine's swap and you can find more about it here.

Wish me luck and I'll keep you all posted on the details of my progress!

The Best Thanksgiving Ever

2008-11-24T07:35:00.000-08:00

Kids get excited about birthdays and Christmas. Kids don't get excited about Thanksgiving.

Well, this year we are going against the grain. A-Man has been studying the first Thanksgiving in his kindergarten class and boy has he taken to it. Last week we started hearing all about the Pilgrims and the Native American Indians.

Thursday night he came home with a very well drawn (colored markers on white paper) picture of a teepee. He presented it to me as directions for building a teepee and said that we would need to have Thanksgiving in a teepee like the Indians did.

Okay.

Now, you must realize that A-Man comes by his determination honestly ... His Dad and I are both a smidge on the stubborn side. I immediately realized that a simple dismissing of his Thanksgiving plans would not be tolerated. Thankfully, I had fate on my side.

It just so happens my Dad has been involved in a ministry for decades that allowed (for lack of a better term) he and my Mom to construct an 18-foot tall semi-authentic teepee several years ago. A-Man has never seen this teepee since it only comes out for specific events. I was in a position where I would be forced to return a little pay to my parents for the spoiling they have done of my child. The conversation went something like this:

ME: A-Man, Nanna and Grandpa have a teepee just like the Native American Indians lived in. You should call Grandpa and ask him to set up the teepee for Thanksgiving.

A-Man: Okay.

Phone Ringing

Nanna: Hello.

A-Man: Grandpa?

Nanna: No Alex, this is Nanna.

A-Man: Nanna, I need to talk to Grandpa.

Grandpa gets on the phone and Alex proceeds to have a mostly one sided conversation with him that lasted about 20 minutes. Here are some excerpts.

"Grandpa I need to to set up your teepee for Thanksgiving. We're going to have Thanksgiving just like the Indians. You, know Grandpa, the Indians were in this place and the Pilgrims came to the place. The Pilgrims came to the place in a big ship. The ship was called the Mayflower, did you get that Grandpa? The ... May ... Flower. So they had turkey for Thanksgiving in the Indian's teepee, just like were going to do Grandpa. I made some instructions for you. Grandpa, you're going to need 2, maybe 4 ... no, probably 7 sticks and a GIANT piece of paper to build this teepee. We will all dress up like Indians, everybody in my family. All the girls in my family will dress up like Indian girls and all the boys in my family will dress up like Indian boys."

I was in the kitchen cooking dinner while A-Man was having this phone conversation in the living room. He is notorious for hanging up the phone when is is finished talking, no if, ands, buts or goodbyes about it. So when I heard a short silence I assumed he had pushed the red "End Call" button.

Me: A-Man, are you still talking to Grandpa?

A-Man: (with loud frustrated voice) MOMMY, I AM ON THE PHONE!
(yeah, don't know where he ever would have heard that!)

Me: Sorry, just checking.

A-Man: Sorry, Grandpa, I wasn't talking to you, I was talking to your ... your KID. I call her your kid Grandpa, because, well, you are her Daddy.

At this point I am rolling in the floor, about to pee my pants from laughing so hard. It was an absolute riot!

So this Thursday Grandpa is suppose to set up the teepee and we'll be spending part of Thanksgiving in it.

Wednesday will be spent making corn, chocolate cream pie, green bean casserole and headbands (some with yarn braids for the girls) so everyone can dress like an Indian.

Our fun has only continued since the directions for the teepee were drawn out by A-Man. He came home Friday with a recipe for pumpkin pie. They had made it in his class that day.

A-Man's Pumpkin Pie

Mix some pumpkin sauce and some yellow vanilla cream. Put a vanilla wafer on the bottom and a vanilla wafer on the top. One top of all that put some Whooped Topping.
(written in his exact words)

Yesterday we took A-Man to a Pow Wow that just happened to be held at one of the local university campuses. So he got to see real Native American Indians. So the last few days and the days to come have been and will be a great adventure. I would be lying if I told you we weren't enjoying every minute of it. A-Man has brought a heartfelt excitement to Thanksgiving this year. From our family to yours, may you have a Thanksgiving full of blessings!

Living the life of an Apronista!

2008-11-19T07:08:00.000-08:00

So I made my list of things I was accomplishing in life. One of them was aprons. After I stopped by my friends quilt shop (she was having a 20% off sale) I ended up with material for three more aprons. I have no idea what I am going to do with these. But I finished the first one last night. Super cute. I can't wait to finish them all!!! I'll post pictures soon.

In all my apron festivities I headed over to The Apronista only to find a fantabulous apron giveaway! Check it out!

My Projects

2008-11-06T13:45:00.000-08:00

Now that I'm feeling more on top of things lately, I've found lots of things to do. Here is a peek at my list:

1. Reading. I just finished Distant Bells by Diane Noble and I have reserved her book The Butterfly Farm at the library just waiting for them to call and let me know it's ready.
2. Baking. I have a new hot roll/sweet roll recipe I want to try out. Plus, I owe the kids at work Tres Leches and Natchez cookies. I'm also wanting to make a pumpkin cheesecake.
3. Aprons. I bought the stuff to make two aprons and I can't wait to get started.
4. Working out. I've had a craving to work out. I'm thinking about getting some work out DVD's (they still make stuff like that, right?). We'll have to get a new DVD player, because our old one doesn't seem to be compatible with our new t.v.

We'll see how things progress.

Candy (Bad) Apples

2008-10-28T07:38:00.000-07:00

I like to do a little something for the students that work for me on holidays like Valentine's, Halloween, Easter, etc. Last year I made each of them a caramel apple covered in crushed Butterfingers. I know, your mouth is watering, right?

Variety being the spice of life, I needed a new twist on the caramel apples this year. Oreos ... caramel and chocolate go wonderful together. I was proud of my flavor pairing and went on to create my wonderful masterpieces last night.

Except, they weren't so wonderful. The crushed up cookies wouldn't stick to the caramel, and once I forced it on there, they were UGLY. I'm talkin' U-G-L-Y, You Ain't Got No Alibi, Ugly!

So now it is back to square one. Poop!

A Serious Moment

2008-07-24T07:28:00.000-07:00

One the way to preschool this morning my soon-to-be 5 year old said, "Look Mommy, the flag is high again, the soldier isn't hurt anymore."

If it were only that simple son, if only.

Being an Ozarks Hillbilly has its privileges!

2008-06-10T10:31:00.000-07:00

Who would have thunk it? There are people all over the country envious of us stinkin' hillbillies. Apparently, Missouri has the lowest gas prices in the nation. It's just $3.79 down the street.

According to Slate.com it's a combination of our low gas tax and our close proximity to high oil producing states like OK and TX.

Click here to read the full article.

Hmmm, I wonder if you can sell gas on e-bay?
JK!

Early Christmas Shopping

2008-06-03T13:36:00.000-07:00

I can't really explain how my mind works, it just does. Let's just say I was equally inspired by JenGi's post on yet another useful, but obscure product and Stacey's post about her attempt at a tan.

I am always on the lookout for Christmas gifts. Especially gifts for all of the hard to buy for people on my list. Some time ago while in a local farm and home supply store I ran across this product and my mind was flooded with people I was sure could use a can.

I know, it's the perfect gift for so many, even if they don't participate in any butt busting activities! Can't you just see the looks one their faces right now when they unwrap their gift! Even better they have apparel and temporary tattoos!!

Enjoy!

Today

2008-06-02T12:03:00.000-07:00

Today was my little boy's first day at summer school. His first day in a big kids school. The first time he has physically been this far away from me with someone other than family caring for him. I'm having minor anxiety issues.

Today is the first day of an 8 week selling season that will determine the pace for the next year. The economy stinks, will people still buy? After all, it's the #1 publication of it's kind in the country.
I'm having minor anxiety issues.

The Weekend That Was -- Part 2

2008-05-21T06:40:00.000-07:00

Saturday morning we had a lovely breakfast of pancakes and bacon. As we were cleaning up one of those dear park rangers strolled through our area. Hubs saw him coming down the hill and requested everyone act normal. We obviously didn't want to draw anymore attention to ourselves than we already had.

After breakfast was cleaned up we headed out for a little fishing. It was a little slow at first and as usual I got my line all tangled up. I'm a trooper though, I was determined to fix it myself (yes, some people refer to this as stubborn), and I did! As a matter of fact I tied all of my own hooks and baited them myself for the rest of the day!! (Okay, if you know me at all, you know there was an ulterior motive to this. I'm trying to show Hubs that if he doesn't take me fishing more often I'll just go by myself.)

We changed locations to have more room for the kids to fish. I am happy to report I caught the first fish of the day! Well sort of ... When Hubs saw I had a fish on he came over to help. He grabbed the net and brought the fish in. I'm not gonna lie, it wasn't the biggest fish I saw on a stringer that day, but I had done pretty well. The kids were super excited and ran over to see. In amongst the brouhaha the fish broke the line and landed on the bank. Being a smart fish it flopped and flopped it's way back into the water and swam away. Me being the smart woman I am and knowing there were A LOT of people around decided not to flail myself at the flopping fish on the bank and end up in the water with it. I was very proud of that split second decision.

Before two long the kids were tired of fishing and we were tired of the kids. We packed up and went to tear down our campsite. As we put everything away we discussed our next camping trip without kids!

After arriving back home we nestled in for a short nap. After reviving ourselves I put a call into my sister who along with her finance were working on flipping a house. They had a lot to do in a short amount of time. My parents were there helping and well, I felt sorry for them so we loaded up and went to help. I spent the evening scrub-brushing floor boards with bleach water so the laminate could be laid next weekend. Eventually we called it a night and went back home.

On Sunday morning we played hooky from church. I went back to help my sister paint the house. I left after about two hours dealing with that pesky migraine. I drove straight home and laid down.

You've heard there is no rest for the weary. Well I think that applied over the weekend. Within what seemed like minutes it was time to go to our small group. Normally we host small group at our house, but on Sunday another family had volunteered to host a bonfire at their place. Needless to say these folks have a perfect place for this type of event. Several acres outside of town, filled with all types of varmints for hunting, plenty of place for the kiddos to explore, and so on.

I'll just tell you that the "bon" really didn't have any "fire"! I don't know what was wrong with their wood, but I'm telling you it would not burn!! I must say I saved the day. I remembered that we had a starter log left from camping in our vehicle. So, we roasted marshmallows over a starter log!

At the end of the evening I started to help clean up. We were gathering the food to take it inside. Mr. Host asked to hand him a paper plate from the other end of the table. There were probably 6 or 7 plates stacked together, laying upside down. These were the nice heavy "Chinet" plates, so you couldn't just grab one off the top. It had to pick up the whole stack and pry one off. No big deal. Standing directly over the plates and trying to hurry, I quickly picked up the stack of plates. When I saw what was underneath I screamed so loud I'm sure people in the next county could hear me! The plates flew across the yard and I jumped, ran, flew, or whatever just about as far away as they landed. Of course, all of our small group members were trying to figure out what all the commotion was for. It was then they stepped over to see the RATTLESNAKE I had found coiled up under the stack of plates!

I couldn't have told you how I would have reacted to that situation, but now I can tell to that there was a little pee that ran down my leg! Keep in mind that all of this happened really fast, so it was within less than minute that everyone (including me) found out it was a real rattlesnake, it was just frozen solid and put there as a joke on me.

Please pray for the rednecks in my small group!

The Weekend That Was -- Part 1

2008-05-20T11:06:00.001-07:00

I was so looking forward to the weekend. The weather forecast was PERFECT! The first perfect weather we've had around here since last October!!! It was surely going to be the perfect weekend regardless of whatever circumstances happened.

I go the news on Thursday, JenGi and her family would not be able to accompany us on the camping trip. I'm not gonna lie. I was bummed. I had a pity party for me and her both and went on my way.

I left work early Friday to run some errands and pack for our camping trip. Hubs was suppose to have everything laid out but he didn't. (I wore my "My Husband Rocks" t-shirt anyway.) I had all of our supplies gathered and packed in less than an hour.

Then the migraine hit. I took some drugs and waited for Hubs and A-man to get home.

They arrived and we departed. By the time we arrived at the campground the migraine was allowing me to function. Our friends Hobby Horse and Cow Patty (these are cb handes we came up with years ago. In case you are wondering, mine is Peebles, as in Flintstone.) had been there for awhile and were spending some time fishing. We set up our campsite and started a fire. Before long Hobby Horse and Cow Patty were back with their DD, Munchkin.

Munchkin and A-man are about 6 weeks apart in age. They are great friends and play together like little angels. As always, they played well together, but I'm just gonna tell you right now they were little devils. They wouldn't listen to squat and we spent nearly every second of the trip trying to get through their stubborn little heads. It was exhausting.

We were enjoying a nice dinner of roasted dogs and chips. Suddenly, on an evening too beautiful for words in the middle of a state park, we hear a tornado siren going off! A-man panics! "We've all got to go to the bathroom, right now. The bathroom is always the tornado shelter. Let's go. Hurry! Hurry!" With all the tornadoes that have been in this area lately the schools have been practicing their drills daily ... see he'll listen to them, but not to me!

Well, we quickly realized the siren we heard (which did sound exactly like a tornado siren) was to let the trout fishermen in the park know that it was 8:15 p.m. and fishing hours were over. Everyone could begin fishing again at 6:30 a.m. We just hoped they had a better system to letting everyone know it was time to start!

After it was nice and dark we decide to venture down to the "store" and purchase our fishing tags for the next day. We left our campfire completely unattended. We piled 4 adults and two children in a small SUV type vehicle. No seatbelts, we were just going down the hill and around the bend. Just far enough to be too far to walk in the dark.

We made our purchases and headed back. Just as we entered the loop of road our campsite was on flashing light appeared behind us. Seriously?! We were getting pulled over inside a state park, 50 feet from our campsite.

Oh, crap, our fire! No, we could see it, everything was fine, but we were completely guilty of leaving it unattended.

It must be because the kids are not in booster seats OR buckled in!! We're such terrible parents!

Mr. Park Ranger:
"Excuse me sir, I pulled you over because, you have a headlight out.

Hubs:
"Oh, I do? (Leaning up to look over the hood) Which one is it? I really appreciate you letting me know about that." (I was in the back seat deciding this was not the time to remind him I told him that headlight was out a week and a half ago!)

Mr. Park Ranger:
I'll need to see you license and registration. I'm just gonna write you a warning this time. I'll be right back with this.

The "Barney Fife" of Park Rangers went back to his truck for awhile and came back. If he wrote a warning we didn't get a copy of it. It probably just went on our permanent State Park record.

We proceeded back to our campsite (all 50 feet). Before long we decided to call it a night. We were all tucked away in our tent, when what to our wondering eyes should appear, why flashing lights right outside our tent! Seriously, at this point all the other campers had labeled us as trouble. Hubs unzipped the door as we heard a female voice calling out, "Campground Host, is anybody here?"

She was looking for our camping registration tag that was suppose to be on the post at the edge of our campsite, it was in our vehicle instead. She was nice enough to get it out and pin it up for us.

We all slept pretty well. The air was cool, but not too much. Then it happened.

WWWWWWWHHHHHHHHHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!

Yep, they do sound the tornado alarm when it's time to start fishing at 6:30 a.m.!!! And they let it cycle through 3 complete times. 'Cause Heaven forbid anyone miss it the first time!!!

If you want to know more about "The Weekend That Was" come back tomorrow. Trust me, it's just as eventful!

The Right Stuff

2008-05-16T06:31:00.000-07:00

I didn't want to come to work today. I wanted to stay home and watch the NKOTB concert on The Today Show!

I really think I remember some of the dance routine my middle school cheer squad did to Hangin' Tough!!! I'm sure after practicing in the privacy of my living room (blinds closed) it would have all come back! 5, 6, 7, 8, left, 2, 3, 4, and spin, 7, 8. Pump left, 3, 4, pump right, 7, 8, again, 2, 3, 4 ... Woohoo!

New Kids were the best thing about that period of life. All 11-14 year-old girls need a musical influence to get them through that awkward stage. Whether it be the boy bands of (gasp) 20 years ago or today's poor width ratio of nostrils to eyes of David Archuleta! I can't believe I just found a purpose for that boy. He drives me batty, but that is another post for another day!

In the mean time, I dug up a little NKOTB for you! So pull the blinds or not and bust a move early 90's style!

I want to break free ...

2008-05-14T07:03:00.000-07:00

So here is my deal. For the last 3+ years I have worked in office space that was basically the attic of 100 year old building. It wasn't a scary attic, there were finished walls and a tile floor. But absolutely NO, NONE, ZILCH natural light. I have to say, although I longed for a window the entire time, I coped very well.

Now, I have an office with two floor-to-ceiling windows. It's fabulous! However, there are a few drawbacks that I never would have expected. 1) My body is having to adjust to the increased levels of D. 2) Distractions. (i.e. I just had to pause from typing to watch a rabbit hopping along the side of the building looking for food.) I didn't expect wildlife. I didn't expect the sudden urges to run to the mall to blow the giftcard I received for Mother's Day. (It came in a Care Bears singing card. My son explained that Care Bears are for girls, he was going to get a My Little Pony card because that's for girls too, but he went with the Care Bears. Can you tell I'm the only girl in the house!)

It boils down to the fact that this window allows me to see the beautiful day I never knew existed and I just want to get out there and enjoy it. Plus I'm borderline ADD and well ... oh, it's the bunny rabbit again ...

My Addiction

2008-04-29T09:58:00.000-07:00

I have an addiction. There. I've said it. They say admitting it is the first step. Unfortunately no one has ever bothered to share the remaining steps with me.

The building next to mine (as much as I pay for parking, I should own it) is the campus union. The union is home to a coffee shop. I can't get excited about the plain flavored stuff brewed and dumped in a pot. Nope, I need, lattes and frappes with lots of espresso and syrup!

When I need that warm fuzzy feeling it's a Turtle Latte. When I need to chill out it's a Mint Chocolate Frappe (tastes just like a chilled thin mint cookie!). Did I mention this place is right next door?!

I swear they can tell by the look on my face exactly what I want to order. It's pure bliss, sipping one of their caffeine concoctions!! I had a Turtle Latte this morning, can you tell?

PROBLEM:
My office is moving across campus in a couple of weeks. I ran it on the Gmaps Pedometer and it's like half a mile away! I could ride the campus shuttle, but they stole the drivers right out of the nursing home courtyard -- It takes forever!! I suppose I could re-route my commute to the office to include a Starbucks drive thru. That means I would have to leave earlier. Hmmm, 10 minutes of additional zzzz's or a lovely specialty coffee drink? There you have it! I'm officially between a rock and a hard place!
I have pretty good veins, maybe I could set up a caffeine drip via IV in my new office! I'm gonna run to the store and buy some oranges to practice on ...

I'm melting ...

2008-04-24T14:47:00.000-07:00

No, no one has thrown water on me. STOP! I know you're thinking witch jokes here. I'll have none of it!

Seriously, for at least (although this would be the place I would normally insert an exaggeration, this is not such a thing) 2 weeks my office has be an average of 87 degrees!!! I have left work on the verge of being ill numerous days.

Don't ask when they will turn the A/C on, because they did already! On Monday night or Tuesday morning they pushed the big blue "send-the-cool-air" button. I know this because the hallway is absolutely delightful, air temperature wise anyway -- the decor is quite hideous!

We e-mailed the head haunch-o of maintenance on Tuesday. We got a nice e-mail back saying they are aware of the problem and we should be patient because it takes up to 3 days for the heating/cooling system to switch from winter to summer.

Well, TODAY is day 3! And it's still 87 degrees in my office!!

I've checked the OSHA website. Although there is no direct regulation there are suggestions for indoor air temperatures. I'm thinking I might have a case.

Okay, I'm gonna go to the little girls room and ring out my bra again!

My other family

2008-04-22T06:34:00.000-07:00

I am so fortunate to have an extended family. The students that work for me at the university are like my children. At times they frustrate me, make me laugh, make me feel old, or make me feel very proud. In return I hope that I can be an example, so they see Christ shine through me.

Now, a little about each of my peeps!

J.W. -- He adds words and phrases to my vocabulary like "wigidty womp!" He will be going to Florence for the summer. I keep teasing him, saying he will find the girl of his dreams and never come back!

J.T. -- She is my prim and proper tom-boy! J.T. is so reserved, quiet and serious. Her work ethic is amazing! On the weekend you will find her tearing it up on the paintball field! I'm telling you this girl is fierce (and not in the Project Runway kind of way). I'm losing her in a couple of weeks to grad school, but I know she will do great things everywhere she goes!

M.M. -- Eeyore, as I fondly call him, is starting to lose his negativism a little at a time. Don't get me wrong, he is a great kid and a hard worker. He would walk to the ends of the earth for his little girlfriend, it's quite sweet (okay, okay, so sometimes it's a little much and I have to throw up in my mouth a little). It's very important to M.M. that he do a good job, no matter the cost.

S.G. -- She is my veteran. I'm always trying to challenge her to come up with her own answers and conquer situations that may arise. She will be getting married in a little over a year. She will leave me then to support her future husband in medical school. They have promised me I can live in their pool house one day!

A.D. -- This girl wears me out! Energy beyond belief! She reminds me of my real-life sister. You can give her all the advice you want, but she has to do it her way just to see if it will work or not. She is the Queen of Independence! I am so very proud of A.D., she will be moving to NYC in a few weeks to work for Tommy Hilfiger as the Children's Division Product Development Intern.

These kids are only in my life for a short season. I can only hope I am able to touch their lives as much as they touch mine.

Laughter is the best medicine!

2008-02-25T18:54:00.000-08:00

I believe a good laugh can make just about anything better. Laughter has no language barriers. Laughter can penetrate the deepest sadness, if even for a moment. Okay, enough with the mushy stuff.

Stacey believes it's all about the hair. I believe it's all about ones ability to make fun of one's self. Imagine if our Commander in Chief had a sense of humor. A sense of humor that is at it's best when all hope seems lost. Granted it's probably too late to make a difference now ... but, we can still have a good time.

For some fantastic bi-partisan political satire visit The Capitol Steps.

Stella wants her groove back!

2008-02-21T18:29:00.000-08:00

I've never like winter. I enjoy an occasional snowfall deep enough to sled and launch some snowballs. One a year is good. Sleet, freezing rain, ice ... NOT MY THING. Ugh, I have the winter blues!

It doesn't help in that my DH, who never has to travel for work, has traveled the last two weeks. I'm a strong woman. I can handle it, normally. When you throw a couple of snow days in ... A-Man and I don't do well cooped up like fightin' roosters! In case I had been contemplating doing the SAHM thing (which I know I'm not cut out for) the last to weeks have dashed any hope of that. I need adults (or at least a group of college students who think they are adults), I need sunshine, I need to not turn into a stinkin' popsicle when I walk outstide.

My routine is completely out of whack! I need to break out of captivity and do something wild and crazy! Maybe get a tat. Nah, that would hurt. Probably something crazy with my hair. Hmm, that takes time and money, something I've had neither of lately.

Maybe I need a good book. I've been wanting to read "How full is your bucket?" I feel like I'm living a Calgon commerical!

K, I'm done whining now.

What are you getting for V-Day?

2008-02-11T18:00:00.000-08:00

I've always felt Valentine's Day created a tremendous amount of pressure on parents (toiling over the creative boxes for school) and lovers (the girls care too much and the guys don't care enough).

This year is different.

I know what I'm giving. "Dale: The Movie" 6 disc collectors edition. I pretty stinkin' sure, while we were first dating, Hubs loved Dale Earnhardt more than me. He's never really been the same man since that fatal wreck.

I know what I'm getting. I picked it out. I know, I know, it's cheating. But not this time. I found this site called From Me Tees. I really wanted a "My Husband Rocks" tee. Hubs was genuinely embarrassed, but I assured him I really felt that way about him. It was a great connecting moment for us.

The fantastic news is, we can all have a chance to treat ourselves over at Chased by Children!

So head on over there is a giveaway every day this week!

Medical Advice from a 4 year old

2008-01-18T06:56:00.000-08:00

A-man asked me why my voice sounded funny.

I explained to him that my throat hurt really bad. Knowing that he worries a lot, I continued to share that I had been to the doctor and I have medicine to take and I would be better soon.

His response:

"Well, Mommy, if your throat hurts you should swallow some Band-aids." After a long pause. "But, Mommy, DON'T tell Daddy you swallowed Band-aids!"

Ode to Jen/Gi

2008-01-15T18:28:00.000-08:00

Back in her wild-child days we knew her as Gigi. Technically, she'll always be a wild-child but in a good way -- not the way her old blog Girl Gone Wild would lead one to believe.

In 2008, my dear friend (and yours, too) turned a page in her book of life and started a brand new blog. Jen's very own 867-5309.

But what would we call her? Jen/Gi. A good mix of the past and the present.

So, in honor of a wonderful friend and her song inspired blog, I wrote "Ode to Jen/Gi."

Shall we all sing it together?

To the tune of 'Bingo':

There was a blogger, had a friend and JenGi is her name-o.
J-E-N-G-I
J-E-N-G-I
J-E-N-G-I
And JenGi is her name-o.

Okay, here's the deal is always said by JenGi is her name-o.
(Clap)-E-N-G-I
(Clap)-E-N-G-I
(Clap)-E-N-G-I
And JenGi is her name-o.

Foreign lands were once her home and JenGi is her name-o.
(Clap)-(Clap)-N-G-I
(Clap)-(Clap)-N-G-I
(Clap)-(Clap)-N-G-I
And JenGi is her name-o.

She has a dog who poos in her purse and JenGi is her name-o.
(Clap)-(Clap)-(Clap)-G-I
(Clap)-(Clap)-(Clap)-G-I
(Clap)-(Clap)-(Clap)-G-I
And JenGi is her name-o.

Heyhoo is her favorite word and JenGi is her name-o.
(Clap)-(Clap)-(Clap)-(Clap)-I
(Clap)-(Clap)-(Clap)-(Clap)-I
(Clap)-(Clap)-(Clap)-(Clap)-I
And JenGi is her name-o.

A crazy gal, loved by all and JenGi is her name-o.
(Clap)-(Clap)-(Clap)-(Clap)-(Clap)
(Clap)-(Clap)-(Clap)-(Clap)-(Clap)
(Clap)-(Clap)-(Clap)-(Clap)-(Clap)
And JenGi is her name-o.

Love ya JenGi!
And a shout out to Stacey for encouraging me to post this (she could tell I really wanted to)!

Look Mom! No Cavities!

2008-01-03T14:26:00.000-08:00

It was dental week for our family, you know, just starting the year out right. A-man went yesterday and had his appliance (correcting his under bite) removed. It goes back in three weeks from now. Right now it's on the way to a lab where it will be adjusted to put pressure on different teeth. A-man told us last night he wanted it back in, because he missed it. It was a little pricey, so as far as I'm concerned wear it as long as you want!

Today was my turn. I had the office latest edition to the dental hygienist staff. Her name was Katie. She was adorable. She also had a great personality. I know this because she actually asked conversational questions rather than the standard "Did you have a good Christmas?" We watched "Ellen" (they have flat screen TV's placed on these arms -- kind of like the lights, so you can watch while lying on your back) and discussed the new season of "The Biggest Loser." She would remove the tools from my mouth when she asked me a question, so I didn't have to mutter dentist chair speak.

And, well, that was one of my clues. I suspect with all of my being that Katie graduated from dental hygienist school -- YESTERDAY!

Clue 1: Before I even sat in the chair she had me do a 360 degree mouth x-ray. She was "all-my-friends-from-sixth-grade-are-coming-over-for-a-sleepover" excited about using this technology. I'll admit it was fascinating, but still it was just an x-ray of my teeth. Only a newbie would be this excited about using new technology.

Clue 2: The reason she took the tools out of my mouth for me to speak is because she hasn't been doing this long enough to understand dentist chair speak.

Clue 3: This was the clincher. You know the hook-like thingy they scrape your teeth with? Yea, the one with the sharp point on the end. Every time she put that tool up next to my gums she would insert the sharp point INTO my gums and then pull it down across my tooth. Okay, now that you are cringing . . . note that I said EVERY time.
After the first 3 teeth, Katie says "Oh, it seems you gums are bleeding a little."
-- REALLY, I wonder why? --
After about 15 teeth, Katie says "Boy, your gums just like to bleed don't they."
-- Um, no they DON'T like to bleed! --

I never made a peep. Honestly, I felt a little sorry for her. We all have to learn somewhere, somehow, right? However, now I know why people don't like to go to the dentist -- cute, bubbly, dental hygienists named Katie!

Good news: No cavities!
Better news: I don't go back for six months! That gives Katie a while to practice!

A Christmas Wedding

2007-12-26T11:47:00.000-08:00

18 months ago when Hubs' Mom passed away, there was no doubt in our minds that his Dad would get remarried.

Saturday was the big day. The scene was a little country church surronded by farm land. The nearest farm land was occupied by a hog farm. Anyone who has ever been around a hog farm can sympathize with the terrible smell we were greeted by as we excited the car to enter the church. Uck!

Being a Christmas wedding most of the church was already decorated, but they had added a few extra touches of red and white. This was a full-meal-deal wedding. There were attendents, a reception, cake cutting, garter tossing, and bird seed throwing.

My father-in-law even sang to his new bride in the ceremony. I think the name of the song was "Only God Could Love You More."

All of the small children were well behaved. And my father-in-law's good friend was a trooper despite threats to dress in drag and make a scene on the front pew!

The whole experience was quite odd, even though we are quite happy with their relationship. Now we can relate to some experiences of today's blended families.

The Productiveness has Officially Ended!

2007-12-18T13:49:00.000-08:00

The snow held off until the truck was about half unloaded and then we only got less than an inch!

Adults, kids and all we had nearly 20 people help us move! Wow, I'm still amazed! My soon-to-be step-mother-in-law invited her sister-in-law from her first marriage over. Apparently they live a couple of towns away. They really came to visit with Sue, but lucky for us they grabbed some boxes and carried them in.

Gigi and her lovely family came to help. It was quite an educational experience for her. She now knows what a "holler" doesn't necissarly have to do with yelling. And, she also has sources for horse linament that she didn't have before! Hubs and I both originate from "the sticks." I was a little surprised that Gi didn't know this stuff, she is far from a Yankee!

Anywho, we rested on Sunday. Didn't unpack a stinkin' thing. Yesterday my friends, I busted it. Unpacked the entire kitchen, put the living room and dining room in order (minus some decor on the walls), went shopping for new bathroom acessories, and put up the Christmas tree. Whew!

Gi and the fam stopped by last night with a house warming meal! Clever idea, huh! She will have to explain the origin, but basically the meal consists of mashed potatoes smothered with chicken and noodles, served with a side of cornbread!
Dude we pigged out!

Today I tackled the Master Bath. Had to see how the goodies I bought yesterday would work out. Very well, I must say. I will put some pics up soon. The camera is dead and we can't seem to locate the charger.

As of fifteen minutes ago, the DSL (Thank You, Jesus!), and the satelitte are installed and ready to roll! This is why the unpacking has ceased!

So as much as I would love to stay and chat, I'm off to organize!

To Snow or Not to Snow

2007-12-14T09:20:00.000-08:00

I love snow. Especially right before Christmas! It just makes the world a nicer place!

Currently the forecast calls for anywhere from 'a light dusting' to 12", depending on who you talk to. And, this is all scheduled to start this evening.

Now, it is important to note that I am one of those "If-you're-gonna-go-GO-BIG" kinda girls! A light dusting, really shouldn't be classified as snowfall. It's like a bald guy with comb-over thinking he has hair.

So bring on the 12"!

SFX: brakes screeching to a halt

It can't snow tonight! Please Dear Jesus -- wait another 24 hours and you can double the snow blessing!

Tomorrow is the day. Moving day! Five and 1/2 years of marriage, one child, miles (nearly 100) from the in-laws, two many job transfer offers to count and I am finally a home owner! The Hubs, A-Man and I are so very excited. We will have Christmas in our new (10yr old) home!

I must say it's quite adorable! We're keeping most of the color scheme from the previous owners, including RED on the walls! God blessed them with some decorating skills and I gonna piggy back! Lord knows if I would have done it myself it would have looked like the outside of McDonald's!! Oh, and there is a cute little pond outside the front door with, Koi. Do fish like snow?! I know what you're thinking! -- a house with a great color scheme and pets, STINKIN' AMAZING!

And back to that snow in the forecast ...
Anyone every tried to maneuver a moving truck on snow? Hubs thinks he can drive anything! He can, too. But it usually involves me, feet pressed through the floor board (I swear there are actual size 6 1/2 indentions), eyes shut tight, repeating the phrase "covered by the blood!" He did mention something this morning about snow chains! And with his automotive connections it wouldn't surprise me if he came home with some.

So you all can see why I'm torn here. Not to mention the new abode has a awesome sledding hill!

Oh my, only time will tell.

There are still a few more things to pack, very strategically I might ad. Gigi, I'll be dropping by to borrow one of those locking suitcases!

Wordless Wednesday

2007-12-05T07:00:00.000-08:00

More great WW here.

Thanking Church Volunteers

2007-12-04T11:46:00.000-08:00

Gobble Gobble!

2007-11-15T09:39:00.000-08:00

Thanks to Karla @ Looking Towards Heaven for hosting this recipe extravaganza!

My family is pretty traditional (except for the year we had Cashew Chicken). The only tradition we don't get excited about is the stuffing/dressing. We could take it or leave it.

I expect this year will be a little different. Instead of stuffing we will have Corn Souffle (don't let the fancy name scare you away).

This is an easy dish I discovered in Kraft's Food and Family magazine a couple of months ago. BTW, if you don't get this mag, check it out. It's free!! I appreciated the simplicity of the recipe. My husband (border line finicky) enjoyed it. My 4 year-old (extremely finicky) couldn't get enough of it. Click here to print the recipe.

Now, the turkey. If you are looking for something a little different, but not too much. I suggest soaking your bird in brine. I baked my first turkey last year for my in-laws, of all people. My sister encouraged me to use the apple cider brine she uses in her catering business. I did. It was quite simple. Soaked the bird about 18 hrs. Rinsed it. Baked it. How did it turn out? Well, my husband's 85-year old grandmother told him last week (almost a year later) that it was the best turkey she has ever had, and she added "I'm serious."

The bad news, my sister asked that I not give out her catering recipes on my blog. The good news, Google "apple cider turkey brine" and you will have a vast array of options that I'm sure will turn out just as well!

Happy Thanksgiving!

A new passion and a giveaway!

2007-11-07T06:49:00.000-08:00

In my efforts to give unique Christmas gifts this year, I have developed a new passion for, of all things, APRONS! I couple of months ago I decided to make (as in sewing for the first time in years) my sister a very fun apron along with a set of embellished rubber dish washing gloves.

The way I see it an apron is the perfect way to have a little "glam" during kitchen duty. We have shoes for every outfit, why not a cute apron for every recipe?

As you all know bloggyville has everything for everyone, including the fabulous (really I think made just for me) Apronista! If you get the apron thing and you haven't stopped by The Apronista, GO NOW! If you don't get the apron thing go to The Apronista for a look around, and you will.

The best part, an adorable apron giveaway! Careful, don't sprain your clicking finger!

WW -- McLonely

2007-11-07T06:39:00.001-08:00

More Wordless Wednesday here. Go ahead click, you know you want to!

WW -- Young Love

2007-10-24T06:28:00.000-07:00

More WW here.

Observations in The Ozarks

2007-10-12T08:19:00.000-07:00

I have lived in the Ozarks all of my life. I am VERY comfortable with the fact that I do not meet a majority of stereotypes associated with hillbilly life.

Now, please understand that I'm not a cultured, gotta-have-my-Broadway-and-lattes kind of girl. God didn't make me that way. I guess you could consider me a redneck (Yes, there is a difference between a redneck and a hillbilly.). I enjoy deer hunting, fishing, NASCAR, riding 4-wheelers, the smells of dirt, dairy barns, and the lake. I also like to sew, quill, bake, shop, eat chocolate -- all the girl things.

I am obviously unique. However, some of my fellow Ozarkians will fit any vision you may have concocted to a "T". Let me give you some examples from a recent craft fair I attended.

Last Saturday my sister and I grabbed a friend a piece and headed of to a local craft fair we attend every year. There are always great sights to be seen.

We hadn't even been there five minutes and lo and behold if we did not run into some people form the town we grew up in.

Neither my sister or I live there anymore, but our parents do. It's rich with small town gossip and snootiness. If your last name isn't such and such, well forget about ever getting the time of day from half the town. I thought maybe I was just bitter from attending 13 years of school in the town. After I went on my way and started my grown up life I was sure I would have a more mature perspective on the whole hoop-ti-la. I gave them all the benefit of the doubt, until I wasn't invited to my 10 year H.S. reunion! Now, that just made me mad. I'm still a little bitter.

This could be why I did everything in my power to avoid having to converse with the people from our hometown. The group consisted of Aunt, Mom and Daughter. It's important to know that I went to school (K-12th grade) with daughter. Until Saturday, I had not seen her since our Graduation day. We were friends in school. Everyone was friends, kind of. There were only 36 people in my graduating class. I told you it was a small town.

My sister was quite helpful in helping me avoid the hometown peeps. Now, some of Sis's comments were not so Christ-like.

"Oh, yeah, I saw Daughter's Mom in Sam's the other day. She was wearing that same silly fanny-pack! I'm so glad our Mom is not the only weird person out there!"

"Daughter's hair is the exact same as when you guys were in high school!"

Now she was right about the hair thing. It was the same shoulder-length spiral perm with chia pet bangs Daughter had when we were in Junior High. It looked like she had some method of freeze drying her hair every night to preserve the 80/90's look. I didn't really think any less of her for not changing her hair. It just truly amazed me.

Ozarkers (aka Hillbillies) seem to be like this though. It seems like every time a tornado comes through it freezes people into the style of the given decade. If you've been here, I know you've seen people like this. They're everywhere. Especially craft fairs.

I also noticed that her face was quite wrinkled. YIKES! Quick a mirror. Do I have wrinkles?
Let me just tell you that it is extremely frightening to run into someone you grew up with and realize they look old. I'm not old. I don't know what happened to her. Maybe all the strife involved in keeping her hair preserved.

The real reason we were there -- the crafts. There are lots of handmade wooden toys at the craft fair. The really nice kind that don't need a "for ages ?+" label or a recall notice. The kind that a grandpa makes. The kind you can pass down from generation to generation. There are homemade soaps and lotions, jams and jellies, quilts and floral arrangements. Booths manned by SAHM's and retired couples.

One particular retired couple, bless their hearts had a booth with lots of homemade items. She had sewn lots of things. He had contributed his own handiwork. They obviously have chosen to spend their twilight years traveling the craft fair circuit together.

This would be where the Hillbilly craftiness comes in. The old man had made some reindeer. They could be purchased for $2. They were made out of red Solo cups. Two cups glued end-to-end for each leg, again for the body, and one cup for the neck and one cup for the head. Wow! $2. Solo cups.

Not to be outdone the old lady had purchased several types of children's themed material and machine stitched kid size quilts. One particular material was originally intended to be one of those quilted books. A large printed square at the corner of the quilt included a verse on the material the went something like "This Book blah, blah, blah. . ." Well, if obviously wasn't a book so the little old lady had used her trusty Sharpie marker to cross out "book" on the material and write (again, with her bold black Sharpie) "quilt" above it. Again, wow!

So tomorrow, I'm off to another Hillbilly fest, uh, um . . . I mean craft fair.

Don't back out on me now, Sister JB! The fun has yet to begin!

TT -- A Hunk of Burning Love

2007-10-11T07:10:00.000-07:00

Today, I'm throwing back to Halloween 2 years ago.
A-Man was two. My mom and I made his Elvis costume. This is his best costume to date. I don't know if I'll ever be able to top it. The guitar was made from a tissue box, paper towel roll, gelatin box, some brads and rubber bands!

Go retro with Pinks and Blues Girls Throwback Thursday!

WW-Doggie Costumes

2007-10-10T07:20:00.000-07:00

I cannot take credit for this photo. I cannot give credit for this photo. It arrived in an e-mail from a friend.

If I had a dog, this is probably how I would dress it for Halloween or when company came over. Then the dog would bite me.

Probably a good thing I don't have a dog.

More Wordless Wednesday at:

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TT-Daddy's Little Girl

2007-10-04T07:20:00.000-07:00

I was desperately needing a Throwback Thursday. There are currently a lot of grown up things going on in my life and a trip down memory lane was just what I needed to remind myself of what life is all about. . . Sweet Memories!

The first 4 and 1/2 years of my life I was the only princess in the kingdom. Those years were a special time. I was Gramma's Little Girl, Papa's Little Girl, Mommy's Little Girl, Daddy's Little Girl. And, yes, that probably equals spoiled.

My Daddy and I have always had a special bond. We're very much alike, the list is endless. So, this one is for you Daddy! I love you!

Breast Cancer Awareness Month

2007-10-01T07:26:00.000-07:00

Cancer in general is devastating. It's hard to say one type is more difficult than another. Anyone who has dealt with cancer in any form has faced a life changing experience.

As you probably know, October is Breast Cancer Awareness Month. I hope all of you find your own way to show support for those who have been stricken with the disease and survivors alike.

With all of the respect in the world and my crazy sense of humor I would like to suggest the following website:

Save the Ta Ta's

P.S. For the record, my favorite is "My ta ta's could beat up your ta ta's!"

Lost and Found

2007-10-01T07:06:00.000-07:00

Okay, so I work at a college newspaper. Some days it feels like a glorified babysitting job. Other days its a complete riot, like today!

A little background.
I supervise the advertising department. This semester we started offering classified advertising, FREE of charge to students, faculty and staff! Little did we know the fun and exciting things we would have the opportunity to advertise!

First free ad of the semester:
--For Sale, Precious Moments Collectibles,
because the HOT item on college campuses these days is who has the limited addition of the "You are my sunshine" figurine!

Ad that was canceled before it ran:
--Wanted to buy reasonably cheap, various sports memorabilia, hay, and laptop computer.
I am currently doing research to find the percentage of college students who have some extra bales of hay lying around.

Now this one an honest to goodness paid ad, from a professional business man.
--Worried about passing that test? Hypnosis works, guaranteed!
Where was he when I had college algebra?

Today's submission and my personal favorite so far:
Found, guinea pig near science building. If lost call XXX-XXXX.

Thank you Jesus, for humor on the job!

It's not a joke . . .

2007-09-27T08:54:00.000-07:00

So a blonde walks into a review . . . and this amazing blog happened.

It's an amazing blog with a great giveaway!

If you like cool stuff for kids or cool stuff for moms (like the "Ice Wrap Ring") you will want to enter this giveaway for a $100 to Skimbaco!

The Big Boys -- Wordless Wednesday

2007-09-26T07:49:00.000-07:00

Surely my road rage would diminish if I could drive this!

Wordless Wednesday

Throwback Thursday

2007-09-20T06:50:00.000-07:00

One of the times in my life I cherish the most are my college years. I'll never forget the paper I wrote about Coca-Cola, and how amazed the professor was with how well it was done. My public policy class with Dr. Morrisey was my favorite class of the whole 4 years. Math was a different story, I changed my major after my first class so I wouldn't have to take any more!

Now, you should know I was more than a nerd in class. I was uber-involved. I worked PT on campus, was a University Ambassador (Student Public Relations for the university), Student Government Association President, Resident Assistant in the dorm, and my most cherished memory . . . College Cheerleading!

Wordless Wednesday -- Chasin' Chickens

2007-09-19T06:34:00.000-07:00

Wordless Wednesday

E-mail Forwards

2007-09-18T09:22:00.000-07:00

It's National Friendship Week, send this to 188 people in 45 seconds or something terrible will happen right after the screen pops telling you Bill Gates is going to put you in his will.

Barf, gag, spit, etc. Sorry for being a party-pooper but I can't stand that stuff!

However, occasionally someone will forward me something that is a true nugget of wisdom.

Like this gem:

I wonder what would happen if we treated our Bible like we treat our cellphone?
What if we carried it around in our purses or pockets?
What if we flipped through it several times a day?
What if we turned back to go get it if we forgot it?
What if we used it to receive messages from the text?
What if we treated it like we couldn't live without it?
What if we gave it to kids as gifts?
What if we used it when we traveled?
What if we used it in case of an emergency?
This is something to make you go... hmm... where is my Bible?
AND, as an added bonus: NO dropped calls!
Oh, and one more thing. ...
Unlike our cell phone, we don't have to worry about our Bible being disconnected because Jesus already paid the bill.
Makes you stop and think "where are my priorities?

Ouch. It just kind of gets you, doesn't it!

The Talents of Others

2007-09-18T07:41:00.000-07:00

I don't consider myself to be exceptionally talented in any particular thing. So I chose to feed off the talents of others!

Such as . . . .
Organized Chaos

Don't miss this giveaway. Join me in feeding off the talents of others.

Crazy Animal Lovers

2007-09-07T13:59:00.000-07:00

I wouldn't consider myself an animal lover.

Definitely NOT a dog person. (However, we have promised A-man he can have one when we buy a house next year. So I'm gonna have to deal with my issues.) I was bitten by a pit bull when I was 5. You just never forget things like that.

Growing up in the country, we had all sorts of animals. Horses, a donkey, a mule, cats, dogs, rabbits, a tarantula, ducks, a deformed calf. Before your visions of me growing up on some kind of freakazoid petting zoo go any further . . . you should know that we didn't have all of those animals at any one given time.

My sister has always been the animal person. The deformed calf was hers. My ducks were normal. She would take hers down to the pond for a swim, claims to this day she could hear them giggling, and would always dry them off with a towel after their swim. We kind of shared the tarantula, but I had absolutely nothing to do with Harrietta's funeral that was videotaped while the soundtrack to "The Bodyguard" played softly in the background. No, I'm not joking. Seriously, you can't make this stuff up! If you are lucky some day I will tell you more about the deformed calf!!

And, no my sister isn't that weird either. She functions normally in society. I adore her and her stinky ferret.

In honor of my sis, all of the other animal lovers, and those of us that don't get it but play along anyway . . . check out these links!

Fuzzy Nation

Ferret Couture

Mmmm, that smells good!

2007-09-04T08:12:00.000-07:00

You know.
It's that smell that takes you back to the good ol' days when life was simple.

My smell.
Fresh baked pie crust.

My sis and I were rather spoiled as children. For years, we would spend every day before and after school at my grandparents house. Looking back it seems as though my Gramma would have some sort of homemade treat for us every afternoon.

My favorite. Pie crust crackers. The odd-shaped pieces of pie crust would bake in the oven until golden brown. I remember looking at them like they were clouds, trying to imagine what animal or object they would be if they could come to life.

The were flaky, crispy, and just a touch salty!

The extra special treat was when we were able to dip our pie crust crackers in any leftover pie filling! My favorite was chocolate! I know shocking! Seriously, my Gramma made the absolute best chocolate cream pies I have ever had!

If you have a smell induced memory please stop by The Crazy Hip Momma's Blog and enter for a chance to win some lovely "smellies" from Missy's Tempting Tarts!

Hello?

2007-09-04T07:20:00.000-07:00

I'm not quite sure when "Hello" went from a greeting to a one-word question meaning "Hey, are you listening to me?"

However, I'm pretty sure it may have started with God talking to me. "Hello? Are you listening to me? I can make this a lot easier. But, you are going to have to stop and listen to me for a minute!"

The last two weeks have been NUTS! I feel as though I have been bombarded from every direction. I have managed to keep myself standing up right physically.

Emotionally has been a different story. Look at me the wrong way and I will tear up instantly. And, let me tell you . . . one little tear swims to the corner of my eye and it's like the Hoover dam breaks. The sobs, the snot it's a bit nasty.

So finally last night, using my dear Husband, God finally got me to listen. If I would let go of the tasks, jobs, responsibilities, etc. that He has entrusted me with things would be a lot easier.

What? He "called" me to do this, but I'm suppose to give it to him! That's a little contradicting isn't it?

So after some "just me and God" time, I was gently reminded that God didn't call me to be a "do-er" He called me to be a vessel!

It's not what we do, it's what we let him do through us!

His way is always so simple, His yoke is so easy! And I am so hard-headed!!!

I'm off to work on being a vessel! Happy Tuesday!

A-

2007-08-23T02:21:00.000-07:00

Long time no blog.

I'll explain later.

So I told you about my potluck ordeal. Boy, did it turn out to be an ordeal!

I decided on a Cucumber and Tomato Salad courtesy of SouthernLiving.com. I chopped my veggies Thursday night and I whisked my dressing. The colors, the aroma, it was so beautiful it brought a tear to my eye. Off to the fridge to chill over night.

Friday A.M.
Me, the Hubs, and the A-Man are carpooling today. It will all be much easier with one vehicle. Except that I'm not a morning person and I'm stuck in a very small space with two very awake people. Enough about me. Just before we arrive at our drop of locations, the Hubs decides to do a drive thru breakfast. I would rather be sleeping, the A-Man wants something to eat even though he will be eating at school in ten minutes, and the Hubs who, bless his heart, NEVER thinks to ask others in the car if they know what they want before the box asks to take order, pulls up to the speaker on a stick.
Nano-seconds before the Hubs pulls up to the window, I get whiff of cool cucumbers. My brain says, "How relaxing in this moment of chaos." Wait a minute, that bowl is covered, I shouldn't be able to smell that. A quick reach to the back floor board reveals the the bowl has tipped over, ever so slightly, and a mixture of vinegar, sugar, and olive oil has made an aromatic puddle in my car! Can you say pickle-mobile? I managed to find a spare pair of A-Man's whitie tighties to sop it up with.
The chaos goes from mild to full blown. That poor drive thru attendant must have thought we were a traveling circus. It was nuts, to say the least.

Good News
The salad was intact, the Hubs found a safe home for in it in his office frig for the day. Fast forward to Friday evening. We are all back in the car along with the salad. Despite 100+ degree heat the car smelled fairly normal. We drop A-Man off with my rents and head to the potluck.

The Verdict
I completely over estimated the number of people in attendance. - 15 points
Nearly everyone complimented the dish. + 3 points
The hostess asked for the recipe. + 5 points
Total score 93 out of 100. A-

Competitive Potluck

2007-08-13T09:44:00.000-07:00

Okay, so my competitive spirit is totally NUTS!

The proof is in the pudding. HA! You'll laugh in a minute.

The Hubs works with the hospitality team at church. I tend to think of him as Super Usher, although he refuses to wear a cape on Sunday! What a stick in the mud!

Anywho. . . there is an appreciation potluck Friday night for the workers and their families. I believe the menu is BBQ. We, based on where our last name falls in the alphabet, are assigned to bring a side dish.

So after yesterday afternoon the conversing goes something like this:

ME: So did you find out what we need to bring?

HUBS: I told him we just wanted to check so we didn't end up with too much of one thing. He said to bring any side dish that goes with BBQ.

(Note: "We just wanted to. . ." That would interpret as me and my mostly-when-it-relates-to-event-planning Type A personality.)

ME: Okay, then it's on!

See, I have this thing about cooking for gatherings. Whatever I choose to bring has to be different from all the other entries, uh I mean dishes. It also has to taste SO good the platter is nearly licked clean of crumbs. Bonus points are issued based on the number of people that ask for the recipe.

You are probably starting to think that competitiveness is an understatement, aren't you! Well, stop being judgmental and let a girl live a little will you!

This potluck is on Friday so I have just a few days to plan my strategy. I will admit desserts and main courses are my specialty. This side dish thing is going to be a challenge. I'm thinking something cool and fresh, since it is going to be a million degrees outside. Potato salad an coleslaw are out, too obvious.

Please say a prayer for me as I embark on the ultimate church potluck challenge!

I'm off to search the volumes of trusty cookbooks!

Toodles!

Go, Fight, Win!

2007-08-11T05:53:00.000-07:00

The hubby and I are both very competitive people. Not in the cut throat kind of way. Last month when the A Man played t-ball we were not the parents yelling at the coaches. We have not tried to instill our competitive nature in our son.

Our competitiveness is just part of our personalities. Really we are only competitive with one another. Yeah, you are thinking how devastating that must be for our marriage. But it's quite healthy really. No, I'm not totally naive!

Okay, think of the hubs as the jock and me as the cheerleader.

Except he has really never been a jock.

Me on the other hand I really was a cheerleader. Now before you pass judgement I was more than the fifi, fufu, snotty high school cheerleader. I really took this stuff seriously. My senior year of high school I quite the squad with nearly 6 years experience after our sponsor let the squad elect a captain and co-captain who had never cheered before, ever! I didn't pout about it. I just told them it was something I took seriously and I choose not to make a mockery of it. Go me! It all worked out for me because I ended up cheering in college on a scholarship!! Yeppers, the collegiate level. We were in the gym 5 days a week, we had our body fat % checked every 14 days (ouch, those pinchers hurt!), and boys could hold me up in the air with one hand. Pretty amazing since these days it would take a fork lift to accomplish any of that!!

Enough about my glory days, back to my competitively energized marriage. I think we are competitive with ourselves more than we are with each other. But you see it's the spark in our relationship.

Last night for instance, we went to my in-laws to get some things out of storage to give to a family we know whose house burned down last weekend. One of the things in Granny's basement was a gun cabinet that I bought Hubs when we were dating. It has officially been in her basement 3 years, empty. A few months ago Hubs told uncle Dan he could just have it, but he was pretty sure he had accidentally thrown the key away. Now if Dan was going to use this cabinet he was going to have to saw the lock off of it and replace it. A hassle, but not the end of the world. So every time we have seen Dan the past few months Hubs gets the "You haven't run across the key for that gun cabinet have you?" No, because Hubs has no idea where it is. His rule is if he hasn't seen it in 3 or more weeks he must have accidentally thrown it away.

So we go downstairs to pull out some boxes of clothes and what not. The very first thing I do is pull up a dilapidated shirt box stuffed with all kinds of junk . . . playing cards, old pay stubs, receipts, some loose change, pocket lint, etc. I spy a gold colored key. I pulled it out and walked over to the gun cabinet. What am I thinking, even I'm not that good, this key was surely too small. I walked back to the box to put it back, but I just couldn't let go.

"Honey, is this key too big for the cabinet?"

He tried it, IT WORKED!

I got the ten-year-old-that-just-got-whooped-at-Asteroids reaction. Hubs could not believe that I walked down to the basement to get boxes of clothes, had not been there 20 seconds, reach into the disorganized chaos of yesteryear and pulled out the key he was sure he had accidentally thrown away!

Honestly, I couldn't believe it either, but it wasn't the time to admit it. He acted like he was aggravated that I just did something that he couldn't do or wasn't as good at. But I could see in his eyes and his heart that he was proud of me and his love for me had grown just a little bit more.

So that is an example of my Hubs and I always trying to do something the other one can't (whether accidentally or on purpose) makes use of our natural competitive spirit to make our marriage thrive!

Confessions from the Mother of an Only-Child

2007-08-06T06:37:00.000-07:00

I was the little girl that dreamed of having a family. In the years before I wed I always told people I wanted three children but I reserved the right to change my mind after the first one.

Good thing I got that disclaimer in there. Within a few months of having our son my husband and I agreed that we were content with the "A Man" and had no intentions of expanding our family.

Deep down I was perfectly content with this decision. My pregnancy was not complicated. However, it did have some hiccups at the end.

My pregnancy WAS complicated for my husband. I am a firm believer that a man that grew up without sisters should have to go through some type of training before entering the emotional and down right complicated world of vowing to spend the rest of his days with one of God's most delicate creations! My poor hubby had no idea what to expect. The intense emotions and mood swings that would make the world's highest rated coaster seem like a merry-go-round, we almost too much for him at times. Although he anticipated the arrival of his son with much joy, he was a miserable person. I could never intentionally to that to him again.

So the decision was made, the "A Man" would be our precious prince, sole heir to our throne. Now don't you believe for a minute that I didn't have my days of doubt. My moments of meandering over pink bows and pigtails have been numerous. There have been maternal worries of raising a socially defunct child. I even have a list of nice, respectable, and professional individuals who are only-children. Deep down I have always felt we were in God's will, but also as if God had something else for us as well.

To be honest most days are filled with enough hustle and bustle the idea of adding to our family doesn't cross my mind. Until . . .
"Mommy next year when we get a new house I want a brother and a sister. I have names for them too Shooba and Soobee."
Don't ask me where those names came from because there are times the mind of a 4 year old is just too difficult for me to understand.

My son has asked about a sibling about every six or eight weeks for a while now. The thing is I don't have an answer for him. I knew this time would come, but I don't think I realized how unprepared I was for it. Rarely am I ever at a loss for words, but this subject makes my tongue tangle and tie.

All I can do for the time being is talk about the dog we'll get when we get the new house!

easy, beautiful, scrumptious food

2007-07-30T08:10:00.000-07:00

I like to cook. I despise the mess. Who has the time. My family has learned to eat whatever I cook for them. I'm not a bad cook, I just like to experiment.

Now when it comes to cooking for others, like people at the office or friends at my church, I become a perfectionist. Life is good when perfection comes easy. (Oh, that was deep. You should right that one down.) This weekend I discovered a very simple lemon tart that I received rave reviews for and I want everyone to know about.

I found it at the Southern Living website. Click here for a wonderful Lemon Cream Tart!

Common Sense

2007-07-11T08:27:00.000-07:00

Why didn't every human receive a fair share of common sense? I suppose I could argue the fact that everyone has received it but global warming is depleting it from from the brains of humans all over the world at a rate that would make Al Gore hyperventilate. (note: I currently have no opinion on global warming. I know I should, but I don't. So you'll just have to live with that for now.) I think as each day goes by senseless (I would have used the word stupid, buy my "Pre-K"er has informed me that it is a BAD word, so I'm trying to set a good example.) people become more senseless. I know you have witnessed the atrocious phenomenon with your own eyes, ears, etc. Think of the peace I could bring the world if I could only discover the path of prevention I unknowingly take to keep my common sense about me. Is it the occasional bologna and cheese or maybe taking short naps at red lights? If you would like to join my research team please let me know.