And spread the word!
So... from the sublime to the ridiculous. American Idol, baby!!! I admit, I love it.
I love the music, I love the nerves and the anticipation. I love the unbridled talent.
And I’m actually starting to love STEVEN TYLER!!!
“Baptist PK Mom of 5 falls for Steven Tyler” News at 11!
Seriously though. I still think he’s a kind of a creeper (and the dirty lyrics are just unnecessary) but some of the SWEEEEET THINGS he’s been saying to contestants lately... he’s got a wicked soft side! Gotta love a MAN with a soft side. (even if he does wear eyeliner)
When he kissed Chris Medina’s fiancé in her wheelchair and told her that Chris “sings so good, cause he sings to you.”
Oh. My. Pass the Kleenex.
My 3 favorite girls so far:
My favorite guys so far:
What about YOU guys? Any favs so far?
It’s quarter of 8:00pm and you’ve only got 15 minutes to find chocolate before Idol starts.
WHAT DO YOU DO???
Microwave Hot Fudge Fix!
Mix dry ingredients together. Add water. Nuke for 90 seconds, stopping to stir every 30. Stir in butter and nuke/stir/nuke/stir in 20 second increments until it’s at desired thickness. Add vanilla when it’s done. Pour on anything edible. Grab the remote!
I’m thankful for...
cute little french kids. (especially around 2:13)
I don’t understand a word she’s saying, but I’m smitten.
This movie - which feels like putting on my favorite bath robe and fuzzy slippers.
(if I wore fuzzy slippers)
Do you have a fuzzy slipper movie which can pretty much ALWAYS make you feel good?
This week’s Project We subject is “winter”.
This is probably my favorite (not of my kids) photo I’ve ever taken.
I snapped it just as snow was beginning to fall on our window.
Other than zooming in for a close up, nothing is altered in this picture.
Is God the most breathtaking artist, or what.
Couldn’t get to sleep last night.
While I was laying there it came to me.
The perfect advertising slogan for Jell-o.
.....drum roll please.....
“You had me at Jell-o.”
(Okay, so maybe some stuff is funnier at midnight)
[Update: apparently I’m not the first to think of this.]
Okay, so I didn’t create the oh-so-tacky image for this National Holiday...
but I DO support the cause!!It would MAKE MY
DAY WEEK MONTH if a BUNCH of you guys who read here would drop me a quick little ‘hello’!
Some people blog for the love of writing.
I blog in the hopes of spreading the word about adoption.
In the hopes of encouraging, sharing the load, bringing a smile.
Honestly, if no one ever commented, I would probably shut this down.
It would just feel pointless.
So I’d like to THANK THE SOCKS OFF YOU, my few faithful commenters!!!!
The extra minute or two that you take to say a few words is TREASURED BY ME!!!
And to those of you who lurk...
(I’m off to comment my day away for my bloggy friends!)
This week’s Project We subject is “smiles.”
Some of the many things that make me smile:
drawings by my kids
Matthew McConaughey my husband
the tiny ‘meow’ of my cat, Bindi
the last acapella chorus of “How Great is Our God”
On another note, this week I was coming out of Stuff-mart and caught the eye of a woman going in and
she actually SMILED at me.
I mean a BIG WARM SMILE that really spread across her face… to her eyes and everything!
The reason this caught my attention was because of how RARE it has become.
I am a smiler. - When I see people and our eyes meet, I SMILE.
But I have increasingly noted over the past few years how less and less they genuinely smile back.
People are so weighed down by the pressures of society.
So bogged, so burdened, so tired.
I hope that when people look at my smile they see a warmth and brightness that shows all I have to SMILE about!
‘I smile when I think about
The way You've turned my life around
I smile when I think about
The happiness in You I've found
I'm so amazed at what Your love has done
And when I think the best is yet to come
Cause You've turned all my gray skies
To the brightest blue, yes, You did
And my life feels like sunshine
And it's because of You
All because of You.. I smile’
A couple in England passed a china shop that had a lovely teacup displayed in the
window. As the couple walked inside to see it more closely the teacup suddenly spoke.
“You don’t understand. I haven’t always been a teacup. There was a time when I was
a lump of red clay. My master took me and rolled me and patted me over and over.
I screamed for him to stop, to leave me alone.
But He continued to mold me answering, ‘Not yet.’”
“Then, I was placed on a wheel and spun around and around. It made me dizzy,
spinning on and on like that. But He didn’t stop when I was begging Him to take me off the
wheel. He continued shaping and molding me and then put me in the oven.
I had never felt such intense heat and I wondered if He wanted me to burn up.
I screamed and beat on the door to get out. I could see the Master through the opening.
I read His lips, as He said, ‘Not yet.’”
Finally the door did open. He put me on a shelf and I began to cool. That felt
better. Then suddenly he brushed me and painted me all over. The fumes were terrible! I
thought I would surely choke to death. I was gasping for air and hurting inside from the heat
and choking fumes. Soon He put me in another oven. It was not the first one and it was twice
as hot. I know for sure this time I would surely suffocate. I begged my Master to stop. All
the time I could see Him shaking His head and saying, ‘Not yet.’”
I felt there was no help. I know I could never make it. I was ready to give up.
Just then, the door opened. He took me out and I could see that He was pleased with His work.
He handed me a mirror and told me to look at myself. I did. And I said, “That’s not me! It
couldn’t be! I’m so shiny and beautiful!”
“He said to me, ‘I want you to know I had to roll and pat you to shape you.
If I had left you then, you would have dried up.
I know the wheel made you dizzy and sick but if I had stopped, you would have crumbled. I knew it hurt and was hot and disagreeable in the baking oven but if I hadn’t put you there, you would have cracked. I know the fumes were bad when I
brushed you and painted you all over. But you see if I hadn’t done that, you would have
never hardened. If I had not put you in the second oven, you would not have survived for very
long. You would have been brittle.
Now you are a finished product. You are what I had in
mind when I first began with you as a lump of clay.
When I need a good hearty chuckle I sometimes go to Catalog Living.
(“A look into the exciting lives of the people who live in your catalogs.”)
And sometimes Hubkins and I even venture to make up a few of our own…
‘The bears held a prayer vigil, not knowing little Becky was only away at camp for the weekend.’
‘Billy searched high and low… but he couldn’t find the picks for his giant guitar anywhere.’
I’ve pondered it for some time,
but this post by Jenny On The Spot gave me the final little push I needed to
let my oh-so-prolific 9 year old daughter
have a blog of her very own.
(Psst. Don’t tell her, but I think it’ll be a tremendous help with her writing and grammar skills too.)
Thus, Sand dollar Days was born.
I would L.O.V.E. to point her (and all of her new-found bloggy enthusiasm) towards other blogs
of nice little kiddos her age.