Tuesday, April 1, 2014


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Is it Spring.....?

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... or is it Winter? Because seriously, I don't know anymore.

We had another snow storm yesterday, the last day of March. We also had one last week Thursday. So much for March going out like a lamb. We'll see what kind of "showers" Mother Nature has in store for us for April. ;-)

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Wednesday, March 12, 2014

In Which I Find The Lost Eye

About two months ago, JS brought this snowman craft project home from school:

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Yes, I too noticed that the snowman had only one eye. But the day he proudly presented it to me, I held up the piece of art, gave JS a hug and called him my little Picasso. After all, I know he's had a penchant for the abstract since his days as a pudding artist. He looked at me as if I were crazy. Earlier this week, I learned why.

You see Mother Nature did decide to "Spring Forward", and on Sunday I found this buried under some snow on our driveway:

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And the irony is, it also looks like the work of a little Picasso. ;-)

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Saturday, March 8, 2014

Friday, March 7, 2014

Do Not Worry

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“Therefore I tell you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat or what you will drink, or about your body, what you will wear. Is not life more than food, and the body more than clothing? Look at the birds of the air; they neither sow nor reap nor gather into barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not of more value than they? ... Therefore do not worry, saying, ‘What will we eat?’ or ‘What will we drink?’ or ‘What will we wear?’ ... But strive first for the kingdom of God and his righteousness, and all these things will be given to you as well."

-- Matthew 6:25-26, 31, 33

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Wednesday, March 5, 2014

No ...

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... it's not quite the desert of Lent. 

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But that's how we roll up here in the upper plains. ;-)

Happy Ash Wednesday!

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Tuesday, March 4, 2014

In Which I Explain Why I Love Lent So Much

Someone asked me the other day why I love the season of Lent so much. Why is it that whereas some others enter the season with dread, I enter it with joy in my heart?

Contrary to what some might think, I don't enjoy giving up things. I like my morning coffee ... and my afternoon coffee ... and my evening coffee. ;-) As a coffee addict, giving that up for 40 days is always hard (but not impossible). And even though I've also decided to give up most forms of my favorite vegetable -- the potato -- this year, I can assure you that I'm not doing it because I'm a sucker for punishment. ;-)

The reason also has nothing to do with the fact that Lent makes a person slow down, reflect upon his or her life and, hopefully, draw closer to Him. Yes, it's true that I don't mind waking up at 5 a.m. every morning for some prayer time, or turning off the TV at night in favor of spiritual reading or family time. But that's not what brings me joy. I can do those things any time during the year -- and have.

No, the real reason I love Lent so much is that, like Advent, it reminds me of His promises and the fact that he keeps them.

Just as the weeks before Christmas remind me that Christ came in history, is with us today and will come again, Lent reminds me that no matter what personal "stuff" is going on in my life, no matter how much I suffer physically or emotionally, true joy awaits all of us at Easter.

No, not the day filled with lilies, the bunny or baskets brimming with goodies like jelly beans and chocolate. (Although I must admit that those things are nice.) I'm talking about *true* joy: our Easter; our promised new life in heaven after our lives here on Earth are done.

And that's why I enter the season of Lent with joy in my heart; I know what lies ahead.

May you all have an incredibly blessed Lent.

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Saturday, March 1, 2014

Tuesday, February 25, 2014

In Which I Have A Birthday And End Up In The ER

Well, technically, it wasn't me who ended up in the emergency room. It was Just Dad.

A few days before my birthday, I made some sort of comment about how sad it is that my birthdays seem to merge these days, and about how I can't really remember details. JD thought he'd help me remember my 46th birthday by slipping on ice and giving himself a concussion. Thoughtful of him, huh? ;-)

The day started off well.

1) I opened my presents from my hubby and kiddo.

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(The kiddo bought the Boggle game so we could play that as a family, and my hubby bought me a gift card to my favorite used book store.)

2) I spent about half an hour sitting with this dude ...

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... and about two hours with these people:

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(I love Dame Maggie Smith in Downton Abbey, and I LOVED the season finale!)

3) I received flowers from my hubby...

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... which really brightened up what was a cloudy, cold and snowy day.

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(He remembered I love lilies :-) )

And then about an hour before I had to pick up the kiddo from school, the hubby called to tell me he slammed the back of his head on the pavement when he slipped on ice while walking to his car on campus. I told him to walk (slowly) to the hospital and I'd meet him in the lobby. (The hospital is right next to the university campus.)

I sat in this room while the ER staff did some tests, wheeled him to get a CT scan, did some more tests, etc.

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At some point, I picked up JS. ;-)  Just Dad was told to rest, so of course JS talked to him non-stop while we were waiting in the ER for test results. After the PA explained what the hubby could and couldn't do for the next 48 hours, JS said, "Dad's not dying. Can we have Dairy Queen?"

And yes, we did.

Ladies and gentlemen ... My first memorable birthday in a lo-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-ong time.

Let's not do that again. ;-)

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Friday, February 21, 2014

Nine Again

I'll be another year older on Monday. And you know what? I kinda like it. In fact, I've been enjoying birthdays even more ever since I turned the big 4-0. And I think it's because the older I get, the younger I feel.

No, I don't mean I feel more fit than ever before and could handle hour-long gymnastics or swim team practices again. Good grief, I can barely climb up to the choir loft in church without getting winded! ;-) What I mean is that each year I live, I seem to be losing those insecurities that got the better of me between the ages of ... oh ... 10 and 39. It's happening slowly, but it's happening. And frankly, not obsessing over whether I'm smart enough, talented enough, presentable enough, etc., etc., etc. is FREEING.

I think the last time I felt this free was when I was in my early elementary years. Kindergarten and first grade were such wonderful years for me. I truly felt I could do no wrong. Yes, I got teased sometimes, but I was rubber and "they" were glue. Whatever "they" said bounced off of me and stuck to you .. er... them. You know what I mean.

As I entered the third-grade (and changed schools, by the way), I noticed I was no longer rubber. I started becoming glue, and whatever was said to me and about me stuck. By the time I got to high school, I wanted as little attention as possible. So of course I got involved with "unpopular" extracurricular activities like drama where I could be awkward, or loud, or whatever -- all in the name of "acting." I think I regained some confidence again by the time I was a senior in high school, but then I went off to college and a whole slew of other insecurities entered my life. *sigh*

Finally, in my 20s (yes, my 20s), I read "When I Am an Old Woman I Shall Wear Purple." I loved the collection of writings because of how positively it portrayed growing older. I used to think how wonderful it must be to be able to do whatever you wished (that was moral and ethical), and not care about what others thought. It was then that I began to look forward to aging. Every gray hair (I don't have any, by the way. ;-) ) and every wrinkle (which I also don't have) would be worn with pride. By the time I hit 40, it was all good.

There are still some insecurities to slay. But if I continue on this path I'm on, I truly believe by the time I hit 50, I'll be one of those women who wear purple .. and red hats. And I won't care one bit about what others think.

On Monday I'll be 46. But honestly? I feel as if I'm 9 again. A lot wiser, but 9 nonetheless.

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