tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70653972102524484802011-10-18T17:39:18.123-04:00For we are his workmanship, created in Christ Jesus for good works, which God prepared beforehand, that we should walk in them. -Ephesians 2:10Kristahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11943787563074930543noreply@blogger.comBlogger3071100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7065397210252448480.post-63469414148953368222011-10-18T17:39:00.000-04:002011-10-18T17:39:18.129-04:00

When I stand at the lowered crib rail, I rest my hands on it and it is the same posture I assume at church on Sundays. I don't think this is a coincidence. Motherhood is hard. It's so rewarding...I love Baby J so much...but this is hard. It's truly a crucible. I'm only 6.5 months into it (at least with Baby J on the outside), and I'm already astounded at the power this child has over me and the

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GROWING GO So, I have this kid. A son. He's 6 months old, and he's just growing so fast! Every day he does something else that amazes me. He's so observant; he just looks and looks at everything, like he needs to fill up his tank. He is getting closer and closer to crawling. Today he spent about 3 seconds on sitting up, propped on one had like a tripod. Then he fell over...but he's getting

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Older GO Do you remember that scene from Perelandra (by C. S. Lewis) about aging? Ransom and The Green Lady (and maybe the Devil-guy was there too, I can't remember his name...Weston?) are talking about information and growing older. The Lady learns something about God and, after digesting it a moment, realizes the fact made her grow older and asks for a reprieve in talking. She needs time to

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Been itchin' to write for a while...but I have a 6-month old son, so I need to write in-between-times. This is one of those times: he's down for a nap. I've been surprised to find myself in a relationship with him. The first few weeks were hard: adjusting to having another person around; having that person be the most demanding, least responsive person I'd ever known; hormones and recovery from

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Beauty For many years I was under the impression that true inner beauty, that of a gentle and quiet spirit, meant that I had to become un-vivacious and turn into a dull, mousy slip of a woman. However, because the Bible commends a G & QS (my abbreviation for 'gentle and quiet spirit), I began praying about how to develop a G & QS while still being myself. I am not a slip, dull, or mousy. I am

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Whole The whole enchilada. A whole new world. He's got the whole world in his hands. Whole is an adjective, a word used to delineate or narrow the meaning of a noun. So what? Why delineate? Why narrow? Why specify? Well, because that makes the noun better. It clarifies what is being communicated. It gives more structure. I myself hate being delineated. I don't like being limited or narrowed. I

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Now my boy is 5 months old. In the last few weeks, he and I have developed a rapport. We had a last-minute trip to Pennsylvania to visit my grandpa, one of Baby's namesakes, and spent all kinds of time together in close physical contact. In the midst of routine-free days, his only 'routine' was to be with me. I am amazed that he knows me and loves me. Not that I feel unlovable, but that someone

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An apt topic for this weekend's writing, as I've only just returned from a vacation from Parts West, from my hometown. How can I limit it to just five minutes? Home Home is where the heart is. If so, my home is with my loved ones. It's with my husband and baby. Home is familiarity. That city, that state, that region--I spent my formative years there and they are my home as nothing else will be

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(forgive me: I've been away on vacation for three weeks.) On Forgetting I'm a forgetter. I've always been a forgetter. I forgot about Color Days in pre-school. I forgot homework throughout my school years. I've forgotten to pay bills. I've forgotten to deposit paychecks. I've forgotten my husband's birthday (although I had a one-month-old at the time). I forgot the time my baby was born (though

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When he's a teen, I'll back off and his father will provide guidance, mentoring, and boundaries. When he's eight, he'll need a cheerleader and buddy (I think). When he's three, he'll need a safe home base for his expeditions and learning quests. When he's two, he'll need guidance, patience, and fun. And potty training. When he's eight months, he'll need a baby-proofer. Right now? He's two

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Serious :: The Tulip Girl posts this quote from Bryan Chapell, and not a moment too soon. I need this kind of encouragement. ::Some of you may know that my school days are among my least fasvorite memories. Here, Ann Voskamp writes about redemption for painful memories. ::You knit me together in my mother's womb. Click. Silly ::Smiaguel. Hahahaha. ::A shorn alpaca. Other ::Yumm. More

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::1:: Do you remember the movie The Emperor's New Groove? All it took for the wicked king to realize his humility and the dignity of each person was to be turned into a llama for a few days. The movie is so.funny. I am relating to it these days...I want my groove back, and Baby keeps interrupting my groove. Perhaps I am simply too idolatrous of My Groove and need to realign my heart to God's

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(How could I have missed the 15th, the Ides of May?) What a weekend with my husband gone for the weekend. It was ok, single-momming it, but also hard work. There was no backup. I had to think of everything! As a result, for example, we got to church with the potluck food, both if us dressed (Baby a little casual but still more fancified than for a weekday), I remembered the snugli...but I forgot

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Lord, as this child of mine is soothed by my rocking and singing...just by my presence...may I, too, rest on your chest and grow peaceful because you are there. As Baby struggles against, and then is calmed by, the swaddling blanket I wrap around him, may the bounds you have placed around me calm me instead of frustaring me. Dear Jesus, though I struggle and often fail to love and care for this

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I'm tucking this moment away. It's cooled down enough to open the windows. I can hear crickets and peeper frogs. Also, a dog is barking. And I'll hear a train whistle sooner or later. Baby is lying on my belly. He's so tall already; he won't fit on top of me that much longer. His breathing and little stretches and little body adjustments...perfect.

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Deep Breath... In, out, in, out. Deep breathing is calming, relaxing. It loosens those tight shoulder muscles and cramped neck muscles, the ones that are knotty from holding, feeding, cuddling, calming a baby. In, out, in, out. Deep breath: every breath belongs to you, Jesus. You, Holy Spirit, hovered over the waters in the beginning. Father, you took dirt and made us. Jesus, you Inspired us,

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When I first dove up to Bramasole with the real estate agent, I jokingly said, "This is it." This is it. I was oblivious to the phenomenal changes I was entering as that rusted gate opened, and I saw the sunrise tints of the house's facade, colors that have diverse a shiver of wonder every time I have looked up since then. I went to Italy for the cypress-lined lanes, the vibrancy of the

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Here I am again. I'd like to get back into writing and posting... It's been a while since I've looked over my sidebar. (Yikes.) I'm going to start the cleanup by deleting it all and re-posting only blogs I actually read.

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Right now I am lying on the sofa with Baby napping on my chest. He fussed and squirmed for a while, and cried his tired cry, but didn't nap. So I broke a rule: I nursed him then let him drift off to sleep. And now, instead of helping him learn to sleep on his own, I'm just laying here on the sofa, with Baby napping on my chest. He's grown so much in these 7 weeks (7 weeks ago you were still

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Motherhood should come with disclaimers. My first disclaimer: I've only been a mom for six weeks and five days. (See, I'm such a new mom I'm still counting the days!) I was a mom before he was born, but this is totally different. Disclaimer number one: motherhood is harder than you think. The crying, the crying, the crying. He doesn't speak English, and I don't know what he wants! The poop. The

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So it's one day late.  Mrs. B, my pre-school teacher, had it right: 'struggles with prompt completion of task.'  Oh well...I'm getting better! 1.  I don't have any formal Resolutions for this fresh new year...but I do have some goals: A.  Continue plugging away at the calendarizing organization.  I struggle with remembering obligations, with planning ahead, with completing tasks.  I've got to

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:::We registered for baby stuff on Friday. When we registered for wedding stuff 5 1/2 years ago, we had ONE DAY and we were in the store for 10 hours.  It's really hard work!  Friday, we spent about 2 hours deciding on a stroller 'system,' a pack-n-play, and some gender-neutral baby stuff.  Then I got tired of deciding and we moseyed over to the book department and registered for about 15 books.

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I just read about this contest to win an Ergo babycarrier. I'd love to win it, dudes. I love the idea of carrying your baby as much as possible but keeping your hands free for things like dishwashing and laundry (when I'm doing chores) and for things like taking photos and holding on to my hiking sticks (when I'm walking with baby and my babydaddy). I've seen so many babywearers at the

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I'll just come out and say it.  I'm pregnant.  That's the big change coming down the pike for us. Until today, this pregnancy hasn't really seemed real.  Let me explain.  I like the idea of a baby in March, and I know everything will change, and I trust that I'll be happy as a mom, but it's been .... a little .... unreal.  I know factually that there's a person growing and getting ready to meet

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One thing (among many) that my kindergarten teacher was right about was her assessment of my ability to complete tasks.  The category was "Prompt Completion of Task" and she accurately graded me with "room to improve" or some other positive way of saying that I wasn't good at completing a task. It's a burden.  Those that know me and care for me tell me that I have many, many wonderful skills; I

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waitingwaitingwaiting. waiting makes me nervous. so im waiting nervously.

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What a pleasure to watch the Olympics.  There's the whole 'Olympic spirit' thing and the fantasy that Sport will heal the nations*, which sure is a nice idea nontheless.  There's the idea that these athletes have worked hard their entire lives to get to where they are.  That they even get to compete is an honor, because these are the best in the world. Period. There's the hopes and dreams of

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Olympics and Olympic fever Parenting (no this is not a pregnancy announcement) Paper journaling My job is awesome and here is a paragraph (or two or three) telling everyone why

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Readers: It has been a long time.  I haven't forgotten about writing here.  To be honest, I've felt as if I haven't had much to write about.  This isn't true, I know, because you can write about anything...but I haven't really had words flowing out of me when I've sat down to write.  If you know me, you know I'm not very disciplined; blogging takes discipline and focus.  I'm lacking in

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Psalm 11 (ESV) In the LORD I take refuge; how can you say to my soul, "Flee like a bird to your mountain, for behold, the wicked bend the bow; they have fitted their arrow to the string to shoot in the dark at the upright in heart; if the foundations are destroyed, what can the righteous do?" The LORD is in his holy temple; the LORD's throne is in heaven; his eyes see, his eyelids test, the

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The LORD is a stronghold for the oppressed, a stronghold in times of trouble. And those who know your name put their trust in you, for you, O LORD, have not forsaken those who seek you. Psalm 9:9-10

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I'm not big into resolutions, but last year I read a blog about a woman's decision to choose a word of the year: a theme, if you will. This, combined with my 2010 calendar choice, made me realize that my theme for this new year should be...are you ready? Shelter. I like it. Simple, easy, and a lot to ponder. Who is my shelter? How am I sheltered? What am I sheltered from? For what purpose am I

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Any of you who know me in real life will know that I'm not exactly excited to turn 30. I'm turning 30 in just 7 days.All my previous birthdays have been exciting and kind of...glowy...in the same way the Christmas Season glows. "May all your days be merry and bright." But this year I'm fighting reality. I don't want to go over this hill. Yes, many have told me their thirties were better than

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aka, Things I Am Tired Of::Crocheting. I started working on Christmas presents last February and, while I love the people who are getting these presents, I'm tiredtiredtired of crocheting. My hands are tired of it (my right thumb especially is getting sore), my mind is tired of it, and I'm done for now. But the projects they are almost done and when they are done I will be through with

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Go to Conversion Diary for more 7QT.====================================================================So, last week I was frenetically preparing for a northward weekend journey, the museum's annual not-so-scary members-only Halloween event, and fighting bad allergies that have since mutated into a cold and sinusitis.1. I am thankful for doctors who take action. At the doctor's office, I

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I started this blog as a way to keep up with my family. I wanted to report on my day-to-day life so that we could have even a little bit of that daily interaction that you miss when you don't live nearby.Now I wonder if I've fallen off the blogging bandwagon because I've 'lost the vision' for my blog. I read a lot of blogs...design blogs...homemaking blogs...book blogs...and get inspired by

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Hey! It's free. You can make any combination you want, with three different handwriting styles: basic print, D'Nealian, and cursive.

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The acorn cakelet pan.I want it.Christmas is coming. So is my birthday.

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Click over to Conversion Diary to read more Incomplete Thoughts.----------------------------------------------------------------------1. It's getting to be field trip season again at the museum. I love the little-kid-playtime I get to have with these kids. They're so excited about exploring and learning and investigating. What a refreshing place to work. I love it.2. Fall has hit here in

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"Don't Stop Believin' " by Journey.There's an episode of Scrubs that features this song.I like it. I might have to buy it. Then I could put it on a mix CD. (Why something that archaic, you ask? It's because I don't have an iPod. AND I'm doing ok without one.)

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Slept in.Worked shifts.Exercised together.Spent time together.Stayed up late.Car trip to Kansas.Short jaunt to Colorado.Precious time spent with both sides of our family.Spent time with all immediate family members...but one.Recuperated at home.Worked.Days spent in our home with dear family.Days spent in Atlanta with more dear family.Time spent at the beach: sleep, swim, play, eat, read.

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...why sometimes we grownups expect kids to behave like graduate students, with full and undivided attention to the speaker at all times. Why do we do that?

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I'm aggravated at YouTube's not letting me embed this right here on my blog, but OH WELL.Please, please click through this link and go watch this awesomely cool YouTube video. Please.

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I just listened to a Michael Feldman (the host of What Do You Know?) interview...apparently a lapsed Irish-Catholic has written a memoir. I was shocked at the depth of brazenness! This man has no desire whatsoever to do anything that honors God or make any choices that are beneficial to himself if they are also compliant with morality. Sheesh. I didn't realize that pagans hate God so much!

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There's a lot to be unhappy about. (There always is. No matter who you are or where you live, we can always find something to ruin our days.)But right now, my tummy is full, my washing machine is running, there are two peeper frogs conversing right outside my window, and there's a bird chirping out there, too. Oh, and there's a breeze blowing in through the open window.We don't have the TV on,

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When someone is suffering, the best thing...I've learned over and over again...is to sit there, hug them, hand them kleenexes, and be there with them.Talk later.

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I have some family traditions. Honking the horn when you cross the state line. Calling out the name of a body of water (when you're on a road trip) and expecting everyone else in the car to call it out, too. Things like that. (There are more than I can list...more than I can even think of!)On Friday, we colored eggs. I grew up doing American Eggs, with the rainbow colors...aaaaand the

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I'm watching a TV show on DVD with the commentary turned on. Isn't it interesting to have commentary become a normal part of our culture? Why do we need to know why and how and when the directors did what they did? Why can't we just watch tv and be entertained?

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Our pastor gave a killer sermon some weeks ago about correcting others' false facts about the Bible. There's a difference, he said, between humbly correcting fallacies and arrogantly putting people in their place.Now comes the confession. In my school days (mostly high school), I was very good at putting people in their place. If they had their doctrine out of joint, I was there to point it

Kristahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11943787563074930543noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7065397210252448480.post-86287366183020715872009-03-30T18:17:00.001-04:002009-03-30T18:18:22.270-04:00

Do you think that the oh-so-popular and slightly-askew photo composition looks cool, amazing, and beautiful; or trendy, dated, and annoying? Discuss.

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I've not posted in a while. I'm sorry. I'm not dead, and I haven't quit. I just haven't felt inspired.That's a lot of sentences that all start with the first person pronoun. Sad.

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Whew! It's March and I'm still posting about Christmas. Oh well. Deal with it.*************************So, after our time in Colorado Springs, we traveled back to Quinter. Here are the Quinter 'skyscrapers,' 8 miles away from us at this point! (They're actually grain elevators. Note the flat, flat, flatness of Western Kansas. It's flat out there, folks.)My youngest brother-in-law's girlfriend

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It's been a while since I've posted. You know, I read all these great blogs and sometimes think I have nothing cool or worthwhile to say. And then I get in the habit of not-posting. Or I get really, really busy, and just get in the habit of not-posting.Honestly, it has been a busy month for me. I've worked extra hours because of the exhibit-change-over. I worked extra hours because of

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When she starts her mass-sibling-update-email with this paragraph:It's been a wild several weeks. It seems like it's been about a month since I've had a weekend to myself. I know some of the more outgoing of you wouldn't understand (Krista! ), but I seriously needed a weekend to just BE and not have anything going on or anybody wanting to do anything with me.Aaaah. Being singled out is awesome!

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I'm inspired to write about my evening's cooking...at least the Ham Loaf part of my cooking.Here's a photo of the recipe.* Actually, it's a photo of an email of the recipe. If you care, you can read some of my commentary when I emailed the recipe to my mom.Start with 1-3/4 cups of milk. Notice the measuring cup. My sister gave it to me for Christmas a while ago. See how the cup looks like it's

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After our Husband's-Family Christmas-day festivities, we spent a few more days with my In-Laws. And, because Colorado is so close to Western Kansas, we popped over to my parents' house for my Family Christmas Festivities.My parents' tree. Isn't it nice? I love to see the ornaments I recognize from years and years past.I remember this votive-holder from years and years past, too. It looks much

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The bosslady has been sick and out of the office these last three days, and I turned out to be one that took on some of her duties. I was the "Education Point Person," which actually means I'm the one they all call on the walkie-talkie to ask questions of expecting me to solve all the problems.Anyway, these things are all things I have done at work just in the last three days.Figured out how to

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I'm turning into a weird Sock Person. I am becoming more and more particular about my socks. Two facts: I don't like to wear socks at work (just Crocs, thank you; name-brand socks to be exact!) AND my feet get cold fast, and I have to put socks back on ASAP. I'm learning to have socks on hand as often as possible.

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I didn't start thinking about the number of hairs on my head when I was faced with this hurt again this afternoon. It was this morning: I was picking up extra hours by helping with the Museum Shop's yearly inventory.If you don't know how big a deal inventory is, let me tell you. Every item that's saleable has to be accounted for every year. It has to do with taxes, but it also has to do with

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Talk of the Nation has guests that were talking about losing everything. Now, I've never been in a situation where I've lost all my worldly possessions (like so many of the Katrina victims)...or all my health (to some disease or accident)...or all my loved ones (to some sort of terrible tragedy)...or all my money (like those Bernie Madaff victims)...or my way of life (again, like so many of the

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Today I was filling out some interdepartmental forms, and I couldn't find a pen in my pockets. All I had with me were crayon stumps.So I filled out the forms (they are just casual documents, not real forms!) in crayon.AND I will be taken seriously.

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So, we woke on Christmas morning and unloaded out stockings. Each stocking has the traditional orange, in-shell peanuts, and candy, as well as something special for each person.We had breakfast together...traditional scrambled eggs, bacon, monkey bread, and whatnot...then did dishes and THEN began the gift opening.They were opened one at a time (none of this crazy all-at-once orgy of greed

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First in this series of posts about our Christmas 2008, the trip itself.View Larger MapHere's our westward route. Due to the weather in Mt. Vernon, IL and thereabouts (70% chance of evening wintry mix on the 23rd! yikes), we opted for the southern route. It took us about 5.5 hours on the first evening to drive across one state. Yes, Memphis is very far away.The second day, as we set out across

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Well, I've worked my first day back at work and attended church our first Sunday back. We are decompressing and re-acclimating today.Tomorrow is Husband's first day of the new semester and my day to return, exchange, and buy stuff with gift cards.And to begin a crochet project (for Rosebud, cj's daughter). And to start thinking about more sewing projects (also for cj and her family).I have

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...that Christmas is in four days....that we are leaving day after tomorrow (technically, tomorrow, since I am writing this on Monday, even though it feels like Sunday cause I haven't gone to bed yet)....that I'm starting to feel better....that the shepherds weren't the first to find out about the Saviour, Immanuel. Mary was, when the angel told her.

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For my birthday, I received a Lodge Reversible Grill/Griddle. Last night, I made pancakes on it. Love it. It cooks so well!! I want these biscuits. Right NOW. The last few days around my house have been like a sewing sweatshop. I'm sewing, sewing, sewing! BUT last night I sewed fleece for the first time, and sewed a zipper for the first time...I sewed a zipper onto fleece. Something cozy is

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Here is a map of all the states I've visited. I've also visited Hawaii, even though it's not shown on this map. I like road trips. I might have to plan one to fill in those sad, white states that need to be colored in. (There are so few of them. A couple summer trips would fill this map right up!)

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God used such mundane, everyday things to be the elements of our sacraments.Bread. Wine. Water.Did he invent water for baptism and then let us use it for washing and drinking and for 96% of our body's blood volume and other vital things? Or did he use something that was already mundane and sanctify it so that it would become special?By the same token, did he make bread and wine staples of so

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I want to listen to all the accents! I love accents!This is awesome. But the book is much, much better. (Much. I might also say, real life is much, much better than the FB.)You can be assured I'll be checking this for a good forecast just as soon as I can! (10 days before Christmas, it says! 10 Days Before is coming right up!)The school principal from my junior-high days (who also, ironically,

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Steph, your gift is coming together! I'm excited to see it coming together. I hope you will like it.Ian, your gift is wending its way here. I can't wait to see you open it. I hope you will like it, too!

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This month is flying by. Whenever the month's date becomes a double digit number, I'm always surprised, because time is flying by.October always surprises me, too, because that's when the month's number becomes double-digits. Here we are in the last single-digit date of this year. (I was going to write "of 2008," but that's too rhyme-y and syllabic.)Seriously, where is the time going??Just

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Some of you may know that my husband and some of his siblings say "Oh, gravy!" to express frustration instead of other phrases that may or may not include God's name. Well, last Thursday, I was looking at my list of things to do before 2pm, and I had forgotten one thing. "Oh, gravy!" I said. I meant it literally. It was pretty funny! --- I got on the elevator with a colleague yesterday. (Let's

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So, our little local library has a box with free magazines that you can take. Anytime. Usually it has lame-o magazines like Sailing and Boating Quarterly, but sometimes you hit the jackpot.Last night, I hit the jackpot. I found a Highlights for Children magazine. (I read a lot of them in the doctor's office when I was little. I was at the doctor's a lot. Between all my colds, my strep throat

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This Black Friday death is tragic. Why should someone die for our culture's desire to consume more and more and more.It's all the more tragic because the article (and, apparently, the local authorities) blame the store for inaproppriate security measures. Perhaps the problem goes deeper...maybe we shouldn't have a shopping day that is so intense that we need security fences and stuff like that?

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I've been cooking all week, including cooking the turkey and carving it the evening before Thanksgiving. So, all I had left to do on Thursday was the last minute stuff. It got done.Things that happened Thanksgiving morning before the meal:Monkey bread was baked and served for breakfast-snacking.Cheese ball was put out for breakfast-snacking.Chocolate-Pecan Pie was compiled and baked off.Apple

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Things I Like: The LibraryHugs, and pictures of ridiculously cute cats Shopping in a nearly empty store Colby Cheese Cheese and Crackers The occasional boys' choir song...especially at Christmastime Compliments Things I Don't Like: Black Friday Shopping Precious Moments Swiss Cheese Hearing too much of the boys' choirs (oh, the shrillness) Pate

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High-talkers who end all their sentences with an upward intonation, as if everything is a question. "Any more questions? I think you look good in black? I grew up in rural/urban/suburban America? I'm glad the price of gas is falling?" Argh!Meetings that should have taken 15 minutes but took 90 minutes. Argh!

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I don't like it. I don't like advertising in general.But you have to admit, when it does something cool when your mouse rolls over it on your way to the scroll bar (or whatever), it's eye-catching. Some of the animated advertising is cute.But I still hate it.

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Knowing another person is a fearsome proposition. When I meet someone new, he's already been living for years on a screwed-up planet. What bruises has he picked up along the way? I've formed the beginning of relationships only to discover people were clingy addicts or incorrigible gossips ... and I had no idea at first. It's enough to make me afraid to shake hands after church.Being known means

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Yesterday, I learned to attach a piano hinge to two pieces of wood. AND I attached 6 piano hinges while entertaining/engaging a bored 10-year-old boy. I love variety. (I also vacuumed up ground-in chalk by using the hose attachment on a vacuum, scrubbed the grime from about 20 4-legged stools, talked about lower back pain, and cleaned.)

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Chatting with a colleague today, I realized that I've forgotten how stressful and uncertain the single/dating days were. Now that I'm here, I'm married...and we've navigated those strange newlywed days (and I've switched my thinking pretty much over to "us" not "me")...I look back and see all the ways God led and provided for me, for us.But this colleague is in the thick of it. Is he the one?

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Last week a co-worker complained about the cashier she'd had at the grocery store the night before. Today I read an 'open letter to cashiers' on someone's blog. And so, I've had enough of rudeness and disrespect towards cashiers. (And just so you know, I cashiered for three years. Before that I was as disrespectful, both subtly and overtly, as anyone else in middle-class America. I've learned to

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The most important reading I've been consuming has been the Bible. Just yesterday, I was reminded that the belief that a text is infallible, inspired and trustworthy is a matter of faith.Anyway, here's a short verse that I've been meditating on for a week:Bear fruit in keeping with repentance. --Matthew 3:6Also, here's Matthew 3--the whole chapter.

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I'm going to make this breakfast casserole the next time I make a breakfast casserole.Why not buy inexpensive crates and personalize them instead of buying expensive stuff-to-hold-stuff?I need to organize my crochet hooks.Here are some cute placemats.Organizing crayons? Not necessary for me, but you never know if some young friends or relatives might want to!Even better than organized crayons is

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Hi! How are you? It's been a while (as my title says), and life continues to march forward, but none of it seems important enough to blog about. It's just time, sliding by.So I'm sharing a few posts today (hopefully) that will give you some reading and thinking.First, this article from boundless-dot-org: When Pigs Fly. It gave me a new insight into some cultural influences on the men in my life--

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Bear fruit in keeping with repentance. --Matthew 3:8

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Lots of people have been asking me, "What do you do at a children's museum all day? What does a Museum Educator do?"It's different every day. Lately, I've been leading tour groups. We have a temporary exhibit that gives guests (especially the kiddles) a chance to simulate everyday tasks with some disability or another. Mainly, the kids can try out school tasks or climbing a climbing wall with

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I'm not a political thinker. It doesn't interest me. It seems too distant and, honestly, annoying. Instead of sincere efforts to (1)provide for our nation and (2)bring true leadership, it seems more like an extended power play. It's like Survivor, except that these contestants play the game in offices while wearing suits. (Please! Survivior is a game show that's intriguing because of the

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Whoo hoo!It makes me a little teary-eyed. Seriously.

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A woman at work told me this morning that the long lines weren't worth the effort. She wasn't going to vote.I was shocked. The lines are too long? Excuse me? The lines are too long?I told her off! I firmly but gently told her one part of my family's story, and reminded her that we are not totalitarians. We have a choice and we should wield it.So VOTE! We have a choice...a true choice. I may

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I just binged on apple slices. At least it wasn't a package of freakin' Oreos...but I still have that uncomfortable full feeling. It is roughage, at least.In related news, I HIGHLY HIGHLY RECOMMEND cutting your apples in halves, and then using a melon baller to scoop out the core. It was speedy, neat, easy, and attractive.

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When we married, I asked him for a new Bible for my birthday. He came through (of course), and I resolved not to write in/highlight/underline in this one.I like my old Bible with all its underlining and notes, but I really wanted to allow the words to speak to me freshly each time I read them. The previous markups remind me only of the previous lessons from those particular words.So, what do

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When I was in college, learning about being a secondary (not elementary!) teacher, I sneered at the Elementary Education majors. Then, I taught 5th grade for a while. I learned a bit of respect, but didn't really want to teach the little kids full-time.I took a college class last year: Developmental Psychology. Learning all sorts of intricacies about how people grow and develop through all the

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has built a web right outside my kitchen window. The moths congregate there, so he (she?) constructed the web right where the buffet is hot and the eatin' is good! She (he) is wrapping a moth right now.If I had a digital camera, I'd take a picture. It's cool, like a science lesson right outside my window!

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Taken from Intellectuelle. It's a quote from Malcolm Muggeridge's The End of Christendom.Let us then as Christians rejoice that we see around us at every hand the decay of the institutions and instruments of power, see intimations of empires falling to pieces, money in total disarray, dictators and parliamentarians alike nonplussed by the confusion and conflicts which encompass them. For it is

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I drove to work this morning in a hurry. My morning "blah" time was interrupted. I got to Husband's school to drop off the VITAL thing he forgot and got really annoyed. This darn laryngitis! I realized the core of my bad attitude: I was mistrusting God's sovereignty. After all, why would He strike me dumb in the middle of a week in which I assist in teaching 17 K-2nd graders?Then we went on

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Right Now, I am:feeling... thankful that I have a little bit of voice back (I've had laryngitis for two days)!enjoying... the last of the crickets' chirps outside my office window.wondering... why I doubt and fear so very, very often.listening... to ABBA.drinking... hot lemon tea with lots of honey.wanting... to go to Greyfriars with some good old college friends and have hot chai and a good

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Fallen leaves Jigsaw Puzzle

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I love to see children engaged with a challenging task...they learn better coordination, motor skills, problem-solving skills...and they are so pleased with themselves when they master it!I love when parents (or other adult-people) engage themselves with their children when they visit the museum. The children are so pleased with themselves, and their grownups have a wonderful chance to celebrate

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