Wednesday, December 20, 2006
Okay I think that was a My Buddy commercial. But, it still holds true in regards to my relationship with my car. Wherever I go my Toyota goes. For some people that might not mean a lot, but considering I live in the world of commuters it does mean a lot to me. My travel time back and forth from work every day can average any where from 1 1/2 to 3 hours a day. I realize that some people commute even further, but sometimes it feels like I live in my car.
So yesterday I left work, and drove to meet up with a friend at Baker's Square. What normally should take only 15-20 minutes actually turned into 40, but I finally made it. Relieved I turned into the parking lot. Unfortunately, I have never mastered by right hand turns. So, I hit a curb. Actually I did more than hit it. I think that both wheels on the right side of my car when up on the curb, across the little grassy area, and then landed back down safely on the parking lot. I tried to stay calm. This is not a new experience, although the jolting was loud and somewhat troublesome, I thought, hey, I'll get out check my car and it'll all be fine. Fortunately, my car was okay. My tire, however, was not. I got back in my car and drove 20 seconds until I slid carefully into a parking spot. By that time, my tire was almost completely flat.
This is new for me. I have never had a flat tire before. On top of that, I have never ruined a tire beyond repair. But, that is the case. I have ordered a new tire which has arrived safely and in about four hours will be positioned neatly on my car.
In trying to look at the positives this is what I have learned:
1.) My insurance will reimburse for someone to tow my car and to put on a spare tire. (Although they will not pay for the new tire).
2.) I do not have a jack in my car (I need to get one of those).
3.) You can drive about 40-50 mph on a doughnut (depending on who you talk to and what your car book says).
4.) To take extreme caution when turning right.
5.) It's cheaper to order a specialty tire on-line than from the dealer directly.
I hope all of you can learn from my experience.
Wednesday, December 13, 2006
Growing up, prior to obtaining my driver’s license, I did not look at snow with such disdain. Snow at that time meant sledding, snow ice cream, snow days and hot chocolate.
My most memorable snow incident occurred in college. (A Bible College- with no drinking, we did this sober.) I packed myself into a car with 5 other college students and we took ourselves, loaded with cafeteria trays and garbage bags, to something akin to the “Hill of Death”. The hill was NOT covered in soft, fluffy snow, but rather a thick sheet of ice. The hill called our names and we answered-rather stupidly. To sum up the long, and probably boring story, my friend and I clutched each other as we barreled down the hill, on a cafeteria tray at a break neck speed. What happened next was a little blurry. We made it to the bottom of the hill where we hit a creek bed, and went airborne. We landed about ten feet on the otherside of the creek bed, practically unconscious. We spent the next three days unable to turn our heads because of severe whiplash.
Sunday, December 03, 2006
So then, I read this:
"Your beauty should...be that of your inner self, the unfading beauty of a gentle and quiet spirit which of great worth in God's sight."
1 Peter 3:3,4
Could that be true? Honestly? The fact that I could be beautiful, DESPITE the warts and the frizzed hair? And, then God says, yup- that could be true.
Which that makes me think, how often does my inside shown outwardly and reveal my TRUE beauty? Often times, I think instead of showing beauty I show an uglier side even worse than a bad hair day.
So what is the fix? I can always put a masque on my face- but there's not a "masque" for my heart. I can always buy a new shirt and don a new pair of the latest shoes, but I cannot dress up my heart.
"You were taught with regard to your former way of life, to put off your old self, which is being corrupted by its deceitful desires; to be made new in the attitude of your minds; and to put on the new self, created to be like God in true righteousness and holiness."
Tuesday, November 28, 2006
If only all of life was calm like a car wash...
Friday, November 24, 2006
That's when tragedy struck. Out of no where, between the hundreds of cars, I saw a very large rodent dodging between the lines of traffic. Unfortunately the rodent never made it to the other side. I was horrified. Yes, I am admitting that this is the first animal accident I have EVER had. I am still trying to recover. After years and years of driving, and never having hit any sort of animal... And this is after driving through the country... my streak ends- in the CITY of Chicago.
I will never be the same. And, unfortunately, neither will the rodent.
Thursday, November 16, 2006
The smells. You know exactly what I am talking about don't you? There is nothing like waking up on Thursday morning to a delicious aroma. (All made possible by the turkey that my mother usually makes....FYI- I need to do the turkey this year.) And then there is the dressing, and some type of pie, and out new tradition of homemade icecream. I could go on and on, but my mouth is already watering. There is also the annual trip to the basement to drag out the Christmas decorations. (The basement is a whole other smell but we won't go there---JUST KIDDING!)
The sights. Always wonderful. There's my house. (Not MINE necessarily, but the place where all my memories live- AND my parents.) Then there's the cat- Shadrach. My mom and dad. My Aunt Janet and my brother John. My cousin Jake. There's Three Forks (the three trees we had set up as our detective head quarters.) There's the big burn pile in the back yard where I'm sure some type of very large creature lives. I can also see the stars. I always forget how dark it is when there are no street lights.
The sounds. Quiet. It's a small town, of course there's going to be quiet. So quiet you can hear it. But then walk into the Hunter House.... You can hear weird songs being sung by my mom and aunt. ("I can bring home the bacon..."). Loud shouting by family members playing Cranium. (Which I highly recommend). Pots and pans clanging. Me running into a wall...lol...just kidding.
All in all, it leads up to a terrific holiday. Food, family, fun....Could it possibly get ANY better?
See you soon family!!
Tuesday, November 14, 2006
Sunday, October 29, 2006
Wednesday, October 11, 2006
(FYI- been busy recently with church and work. I should be able to write more soon, plus post pics from vacation)
There was a certain Professor of Religion names Dr. Christianson, a studious man, who taught at a small college in the western United States.
Dr. Christianson taught the required course in Christianity at this particular intitution. Every student was required to take this course his or her freshman year regardless of his or her major.
Although Dr. Christianson tried hard to communicate the essence fo the gospel in his class he found that most of his students looked upon the course as nothing but required drudgery. Despite his best efforts most of the students refused to take Christianity seriously.
This year Dr. Chrisianson had a special student named Steve.
Steve was only a freshman but was studying with the intent of going onto seminary for the ministry. Steve was popular, he was well-liked, and was an imposing physical specimen. He was now the starting center on the school football team and was the best student in the professor's class.
One day, Dr. C. asked Steve to stay after class so he could talk with him.
"How many push ups can you do?"
Steve said, "I do about 200 every night."
"200??" That's pretty good, Steve," Dr. C. said. "Do you think you could do 300?"
Steve replied, "I don't know ...I've never done 300 at a time."
"Do you think you could?" again asked Dr. C.
"Well I can try," said Steve.
"Can you do 300 in sets of 10? I have a class project in mind and I need you to do about 300 push ups in sets of ten for this to work. Can you do it? I need you to tell me you can do it," said the professor.
Steve said, "Well....I think I can....yeah I can do it."
Dr. C. said "Good!!!! I need you to do this on Friday. Let me explain what I have in mind."
Friday came and Steve got to calss early and sat in front of the room.
When class started, the professor pulled out a big box of donuts. No, these weren't the normal kinds of donuts, they were the extra fancy BIG kind with cream center and frosting swirls. Everyone was pretty excited, it was Friday the last class of the day and they were going to get an early star on the weekend with a party in Dr. C.'s class.
Dr. Chrisianson went to the first girl in the first row and asked, "Cynthia do want to have one of these donuts?"
Cynthia said, "Yes."
Dr. C. then turned to Steve and asked, "Steve would you do ten push ups so that Cynthia can have a donut?"
"Sure." Steve jumped down from his desk to do a quick ten. Then Steve again sat in his desk. Dr. C put a donut on Cynthia's desk.
Dr. Christinanson went to Joe, the next person and asked, "Joe do you want a donut?"
Joe said, "Yes." Dr. C. asked, "Steve would you do ten push ups so Joe could have a donut
Steve did ten push ups, Joe got a donut. And so it went down the first aisle, Steve did then push ups for every person before they got their donut.
Walking down the second aisle, Dr. Christianson came to Scott.
Scott was on the basketball team and in as good condition as Steve. He was very Popular and never lacking for female companionship.
When the professor asked Scott if he wanted a donut Scott's reply was "Well, can I do my own push ups?"
Dr. C. replied, "No, Steve has to do them."
Then Scott said, "Well, I don't want one then.
Dr. Christianson shrugged and then turned to Steve and asked, "Steve would you do ten push ups so Scott can have a donut he doesn't want?"
With perfect obedience Steve started to do ten push ups.
Scott said, "HEY!! I said I didn't want one!"
Dr. Christianson said, "Look, this is my classroom, my class, my desks, and these are my donuts. Just leave it on the desk if you don't want it. And he put a donut on Scott's desk.
Now by this time, Steve had begun to slow down a little. He just tayed on the floor between sets because it took too much effort to be getting up and down. You could start to see a little perspiration starting to come out his brow.
Dr. Christianson started down the third row. Now the students were beginning to get a little angy. He asked Jenny, "Jenny do you want a donut?"
Sternly, Jenny said, "NO."
Then Dr. C. asked Steve, "Steve, would you do ten more push ups so Jenny can have a donut that she doesn't want?" Steve did ten.....Jenny got a donut.
By now a growing sense of uneasiness filled the room. The students were beginning say "No" and there were all these uneaten donuts on the desks.
Steve also had to really put forth a lot of extra effort to get these push ups done for each donut. There began to be a small pool of sweat on the floor beneath his face, his arms and brow were beginning get red because of the physical effort involved.
Dr. C. asked Robert, who was the most vocal unbeliever in the class to watch Steve do each push up to make sure he did the full ten push ups in a set because he couldn't bear to watch all of Steve's work for of those uneaten donuts. He sent Robert over to where Steve was so Robert could count the set and watch Steve closely.Dr. C. started down the the fouth row. During his class, however some students form other classes had wandered in and sat down on the steps along the radiators that ran down the sided of the room. When the professor realiszed this he did a quick count and saw that now there were 34 student in the room. He started to worry if Steve would be able to make it. Dr. Christianson went on the the next person and the next and the next.Near the end of that row, Steve was really having a rough time. He was taking a lot more time to comlete each set.Steve asked Dr. Christianson, "Do I have to make my nose touch the floor on each one?"Dr. C. thought for a moment, "Well, they're your push ups. You are in charge now. You can do them any way that you want."Dr. C. went on.A few moments later, Jason a recent transfer student, came to the room and was about to come in when all of the students yelled in one voice, "NO! Don't come in!! Stay out!!!"Jason didn't know what was going on Steve picked up his head and said, "No, let him come."The professor said, "You realize that if Jason comes in you will have to do ten push ups for him?"Steve said, "Yes, let him come in. Give him a donut."Dr. Christianson said, "Okay, Steve, I'll let you get Jason's out of the way right now. Jason do you want a donut?"Jason new to the room hardly knew what was going. "Yes," he said. "Give me a donut."Steve will you do ten push ups so that Janson can have donut?"Steve did ten push ups ver slowly and with great effort. Jason, bewildered, was handed a donut and sat down.Dr. C finished the fouth row and then started on those visitors seated by the heaters. Steve's arms were now shaking with each push up in a struggle to lift himself and the force of gravity. LBy this time seat was profusely dropping off of his face, there was no sound except his heavy breathing; there was not a dry eye in the room.The very last two students in the room were two young women, both cheerleaders and very popular. Dr. C went to Linda, the second to last and asked, "Linda do want a doughnut?"Linda said very sadly, "No, Thank you."
Professor C. quietly asked, "Steve would you do ten push ups so that Linda can have a donut she doesn't want?"
Grunting from the effort, Steve did ten very slow push ups for Linda.
Then Dr. C. turned to the last girl, Susan. "Susan do want a donut?"
Susan, with tears flowing down her face began to cry, "Dr. Christianson, why can't I help him?"
Dr. C, with tears of his own said, "No, Steve has to do it alone. I have him this task and he is in charge of seeing that everyone has an opportunity for a donut whether they want it or not. When I decided to have a party this last day of class, I looked at my grade book. Steve here is the only student with a perfect grade. Everyone else has failed a test, skipped a class, or offered me inferior work. Steve told me that in football practice he must do push ups. I told Steve that none of you could come to my party unless he paid the price by doing your push ups. He and I made a deal for your sakes.""Steve, would you do ten push ups so Susan can have a donut?" As Steve very slowly finished his last push up with the understanding that he had accomplished all that was required of him, having done 350 push ups, his arms buckeled beneath him and he fell to the floor.
Dr. C. turned to the room and said, "And so it was that our Savior, Jesus Christ, on the cross, plead to the Father, 'into thy hands I commend my spirit' with the understanding that He had done everything that was required of Him, He yielded up His life. And like some of those in this room, many of us leave the gift on the desk, uneaten."
Two students helped Steve up off the floor and to a seat, physically exhausted, but wearing a thin smile.
"Well done, good and faithful servant," said the professor, adding, "Not all sermons are preached in words."
Turning to his class the professor said, "My wish is that you might understand and fully comprehend all the riches of grace and mercy that have been given to you through the sacrifice of our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ. He sprare no His only Begotten Son but gave Him up for us all, for the whole church now and forever. Whether or not we choose to accept His gift to us, the price has been paid."
Wouldn't you be foolish and ungrateful to leave it lying on the desk
Saturday, September 02, 2006
Here are some pictures of my new house!
Front view:As you can see...we are still in need of some curtains. Right now we have a lot of blankets drapped over the windows. But, this is where I live!
Other news to note:
Tuesday, August 08, 2006
So, in my dryer anguish last night (after the repair man had stolen away into the darkness) I was alone in my house with my thoughts. Here I was in a newly rented house (FYI, I am now renting a house, I have a roommate, and my own bathroom- pictures to come) wailing. I have a washer and a dryer (albeit broken), a place to sleep, food to eat, air conditioning, new carpet (so soft) and I'm moaning over a broken dryer like my life is over. Let's not forget that only 2 short weeks ago, I was dragging my laundry all over creation in order to have it washed, AND all of my life was crammed into my closet and under my bed. So, I was going through my list ofwoes, moaning, all very pathetcic.
And then, there was light.
Once again, God wacked me upside the head in the middle of my distress and sent me a reminder that He is in charge. He is in control of my life, if I let Him be. He takes care of me, meets my needs....I could go on and on. But, all that being said, a little dryer certainly does not put a kink in His plans, and it's certainly nothing for me to be distraught over.
So I got up today, went to work, went to a job interview and just finished eating my lunch. And, I don't know what will happen. I don't know when my dryer will be fixed (or if the repair man will actually show up to fix it); I don't know how much our gas bill will be or if I will get this new job, BUT this I do know- God's with me all the way.
Meantime- Anyone got hot air? I've got some clothes to dry.
Psalm 48:14 For this God is our God for ever and ever; He will be our guide even to the end.
Psalm 57:10 For great is your love, reachign to the heavenls; your faithfulness reaches to the skies.
Thursday, July 27, 2006
There once was a little boy who wanted to meet God.He knew it was a long trip to where God lived,so he packed his suitcase with Twinkies & a six-pack of root beer, and he started his journey.
When he had gone a few blocks from home,he met an old man.He was sitting in the park near the waterjust staring at some birds .
The boy sat down next to him and opened his suitcase.He was about to take a drink from his root beer,when he noticed that the old man looked hungry,so he offered him a Twinkie.
The old man gratefully accepted it and smiled at him.His smile was so incrediblethat the boy wanted to see it again,so he offered him a root beer.
Once again, he smiled at him.The boy was delighted!They sat there all afternoon eating and smiling,but they never said a word.
As it grew dark, the boy realized how tired he was,and he got up to leave, but beforehe had gone more than a few steps;he turned around, and ran back to the old man, and gave him a hug.
The old man gave him his biggest smile ever,When the boy opened the door to his own house a short time later, his mother was surprised by the look of joy on his face.She asked her son: "What did you do today that made you so happy?"
The child replied: "I had lunch with God."But before his mother could respond, he added:"You know what?He's got the most beautiful smile I've ever seen!
Meanwhile, the old man, also radiant with joy, returned to his home.His son was stunned by the look of peace on his face and asked "Dad, what did you do today that made you so happy?"He replied: "I ate Twinkies in the park with God."But before his son responded, he added:"You know, He's much younger than I expected.
Too often we underestimate the power of a touch,a smile, a kind word, a listening ear, an honest compliment, or the smallest act of caring.All of which have the potential to make someone's day a very special one, or even turn someone's life around.
Friday, July 21, 2006
2. A tornado warning siren is your signal to go out in the yard and look for a funnel.
3. You've ever had to switch from "heat" to "A/C" in the same day.
4. You know that the true value of a parking space is not determined by the distance to the door, but by the availability of shade.
5. Stores don't have bags, they have sacks.
6. You see people wear bib overalls at funerals.
7. You measure distance in minutes.
8. Little Smokies are something you serve only for special occasions.
9. You go to the lake because you think it is like going to the ocean.
10. You listen to the weather forecast before picking out an outfit.
11. You know cowpies are not made of beef.
12. Someone you know has used a foot ball schedule to plan their wedding date.
13. You have known someone who has had a belt buckle bigger than your fist.
14. You aren't surprised to find movie rental, ammunition, and bait all in the same store.
15. Your "place at the lake" has wheels under it.
16. A Mercedes Benz is not a status symbol; a Ford F350 4x4 is.
17. You know everything goes better with Ranch dressin'.
18 You learned how to shoot a gun before you learned how to multiply.
19. You actually understand this and you are "fixin' to" send it to your friends.
20. Finally, you are 100% Texan if you have ever heard this conversation:
"You wanna coke?"
Wednesday, July 19, 2006
Read story below:
1 Kings 21: 1-6
"Some time later there was an incident involving a vineyard belonging to Naboth the Jezreelite. The vineyard was in Jezreel, close to the palace of Ahab king of Samaria. Ahab said to Naboth, "Let me have your vineyard to use for a vegetable garden, since it is close to my palace. In exchange I will give you a better vineyard or, if you prefer, I will pay you whatever it is worth."
But Naboth replied, "The LORD forbid that I should give you the inheritance of my fathers."
So Ahab went home, sullen and angry because Naboth the Jezreelite had said, "I will not give you the inheritance of my fathers." He lay on his bed sulking and refused to eat.
His wife Jezebel came in and asked him, "Why are you so sullen? Why won't you eat?"
He answered her, "Because I said to Naboth the Jezreelite, 'Sell me your vineyard; or if you prefer, I will give you another vineyard in its place.' But he said, 'I will not give you my vineyard.' "
Monday, July 10, 2006
I was groggy and everything was quiet. I'm not sure how far I had fallen or how long I had been unconscious. Every part of my body ached. Slowly, I moved and stretched my arms and legs until I was sure I was not broken and then I finally stood. I wobbily felt my way along the path. I was alone in what I assumed to be another tunnel. This time there was no light, but rather I was in total darkenss. The walls were damp and rough , and it smelled like musty dank water. My head was aching, but I still walked, feeling my way and occassionally stubbing my toe or banking my knee on a jagged rock. Then without warning I smacked into a metal object that was obstructing my path. With my hands I inspected the surface! It was a ladder. My heart started beating quickly out of relief and excitement. I took a hold of the bottom rung and began my ascent. After about 5 minutes of climbing I saw a glow in the form of a circle above my head. It was a man hole! Another shot of relief swept through my body. I climbed up a few more feet, and with one hand was able to push the man hole cover open. It was remarkably light. I climbed out of the man hole and looked around to see where I was. I noticed my book was laying right beside the cover. But, how was that possible? I had gone down a hole, and there had been a tree and a rope! I had walked underground for miles! And yet, here my book was, just as I had left it. I scanned my surroundings, there was no tree and no rope. I rushed quickly home to my apartment, and found that only 15 minutes had passed since I first set out on my walk. I have not spoken about the experience. I've gone back to that area multiple time. The man hole cover is now sealed shut. Strange, but the guard has never been seen since...
Thursday, June 29, 2006
"Amazing sight, is it not?" I nodded, still too afraid to speak or to turn around.
The voice spoke again. "Follow me."
The man, who actually turned out to be one of the Apartment Security Guards, walked around me and started leading the way to another narrow tunnel. This tunnel was dark, but once again there was a light illuminating at the opposite end. Slowly my heart returned to its normal pace.
"What is this place?" I asked.
But the guard did not answer. I raced after him as he started walking faster and faster (I have short legs- good thing I had my running shoes on). Then without a moments notice the floor below the guard gave way, and ...
STORY TIME... YOU pick the ending. Best idea wins!
Wednesday, June 28, 2006
Last night I arrived at my apartment and was climbing up my stairs (which are outside) with my laundry basket when suddenly I am startled by something on one of my steps. It was a wounded bird who obviously couldn’t fly away. I stood there for about 5 minutes having a showdown with the bird. The bird wasn’t even making noise, but I think he was trying to hiss at me. He kept opening his beak and closing it, and every time it closed his beak was making this clacking noise. So, the bird’s not moving, and I’m not moving, but I was worried it was gonna fly at me in a rage and peck my eyes out. (Good thing I had my glasses on.) So carefully I tried to raise my laundry basket and set up higher so I can scootch around the bird without scaring it anymore than it already is. I stepped up one step higher, and then after about 1-2 minutes, I stepped up one more. Then the frightened bird really freaked out and tried to flap its wings to fly away, but only succeeded in flapping off the steps and landing in a bush. My heart was beating so fast by the time I actually got inside my apartment. I was totally freaked out by this little bird who was TOTALLY freaked out by me. You would have thought I faced off with a masked man and a baseball bat.
"Therefore I tell you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat or drink; or about your body, what you will wear. Is not life more important than food, and the body more important than clothes? Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they? Who of you by worrying can add a single hour to his life?"
*Side note: No bird in sight this morning in the bush. He must have made it to safety.
Monday, June 26, 2006
Saturday, June 24, 2006
Friday, June 23, 2006
I am never without it (Anywhere I go you go, my dear; and whatever is done by only me is your doing, my darling)
I fear no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet)
I want no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true)
And it's you are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing is you
Here is the deepest secret nobody knows (here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
And this is the wonder that's keeping the stars a part
I carry your heart (I carry it in my heart)
Tuesday, June 20, 2006
Sunday, June 18, 2006
Meantime, I have some very exciting news. I was offered a freelance position at a local newspaper. So, it's basically a knock off of the National Enquirer. I am excited because I will have the chance to practice my creative writing skills. I will also be able to earn a little cash on the side. It's of course a bottom level position, but I figure a person has to start somewhere. I'm really looking forward to starting, which I will do next Monday, June 26. My first big assignment is apparently going to be about the Illinois Fox Lake. There is a group of individuals that have been living on the bottom of the lake in a clear globe-like thing. They are apparently a group of scientists that are experimenting and planning on taking their globe to the Pacific Ocean sometime in 2017.
I was inspired to look into this type of career change when I was standing in the grocery check out lane. I figured if anyone can come up with stories like "Woman pregnant for 18 months," and "Woman caught in Half Rapture in Her dining room ceiling"- I definitely can. I have a great imagination! I'll be sure to send everyone articles...just let me know if you'd be interested in seeing my writing.
Ha! Just kidding!
But it would be fun!
Monday, June 12, 2006
Tuesday, June 06, 2006
The way the sun rises and reflects across the lake I see every morning.
The VVA. (That's for Cindy)
Laughing until I can't breath.
My church kids from Quest.
Realizing I am starting to do things just like my mother (DON'T say I told you so).
The smell of my shampoo.
The Aunts (you know who you are).
Seeing that I have my dad's goofy sense of humor (Don't pretend you don't know what I'm talking about).
My obnoxious brother.
(What are your favorite things)
Tuesday, May 16, 2006
1. My parents taught me TO APPRECIATE A JOB WELL DONE.
"If you're going to kill each other, do it outside. I just finished cleaning."
2. My parents taught me RELIGION.
"You better pray that will come out of the carpet."
3. My parents taught me about TIME TRAVEL.
"If you don't straighten up, I'm going to knock you into the middle of next week!"
4. My parents taught me LOGIC.
" Because I said so, that's why."
5. My parents taught me MORE LOGIC.
"If you fall out of that swing and break your neck, you're not going to the store with me."
6. My parents taught me FORESIGHT.
"Make sure you wear clean underwear, in case you're in an accident."
7. My parents taught me IRONY.
"Keep crying, and I'll give you something to cry about."
8. My parents taught me about the science of OSMOSIS.
"Shut your mouth and eat your supper."
9. My mother taught me about CONTORTIONIST.
"Will you look at that dirt on the back of your neck."
10. My mother taught me about STAMINA.
"You'll sit there until all that spinach is gone."
11. My parents taught me about WEATHER.
"This room of yours looks as if a tornado went through it."
12 My parents taught me about HYPOCRISY.
"If I told you once, I've told you a million times. Don't exaggerate!"
13. My parents taught me the CIRCLE OF LIFE.
"I brought you into this world, and I can take you out."
14. My parents taught me about BEHAVIOR MODIFICATION.
"Stop acting like your father."
15. My parents taught me about ENVY.
"There are millions of less fortunate children in this world who don't have wonderful parents like you do."
16. My parents taught me about ANTICIPATION.
"Just wait until we get home."
17. My parents taught me about RECEIVING.
"You are going to get it when you get home."
18. My parents taught me MEDICAL SCIENCE.
"If you don't stop crossing your eyes, they are going to freeze that way."
19. My parents taught me ESP.
"Put your sweater on; don't you think I know when you are cold?"
20. My parents taught me HUMOR.
"When that lawn mower cuts off your toes, don't come running to me."
21. My parents taught me HOW TO BECOME AN ADULT.
"If you don't eat your vegetables, you'll never grow up."
22. My parents taught me GENETICS.
"You're just like your father."
23. My parents taught me about my ROOTS.
"Shut that door behind you. Do you think you were born in a barn?"
24. My parents taught me WISDOM.
"When you get to be my age, you'll understand."
25. My parents taught me about JUSTICE.
"One day you'll have kids, and I hope they turn out just like you."
Friday, May 12, 2006
AND to top it all off...I work on my puzzles in pen.
Tuesday, May 09, 2006
Okay, obviously car #2 includes my bike. I figured that it was important (and IS important) to use my artistic and creative ability in ever aspect of my life. And isn't it the MOST important thing that the bike didn't fall off my car?
Saturday, April 29, 2006
Obviously, as you see above, my first pie crust was a disaster. Never fear, however, I had a spare pie crust sitting in my refrigerator, and fifteen minutes later I was able to eat my Chicken Pot Pie without any burnt after taste.
Maybe I should stick to frozen pot pie...
Tuesday, April 25, 2006
Wednesday, April 19, 2006
The commute was the norm- fast moving cars, people eating doughnuts, stop lights and the like. I arrived at work as usual. I entered the corporate building little realizing that my life was about to change.
Wednesday, April 12, 2006
...the end of the aisle was treacherously close. I refused, however, to be out done by my nemesis. I had only seconds to assess the situation. On the left and the right hand sides at the end of the aisles, displays were set up, stacked nice and neat. I took a deep breath and gripped the handlebar tighter and sped up a notch. At the end of the aisle I made a sharp right and cut off my opponent. It was an intense moment. Everything seem to be working in slow motion. I had the element of surprise on my side and was able to maneuver safely around the displays and with room to breathe. Unfortunately for my opponent, her buggie wheel caught the bottom edge of the green bean display, and she was left in a heap of aluminum cans while I raced away to meet my next challenger. On to produce!
And who says grocery shopping is boring...
Friday, April 07, 2006
Wednesday, April 05, 2006
Tuesday, April 04, 2006
When things go wrong, as they sometimes will,
When the road you're trudging seems all uphill,
When the funds are low and the debts are high
And you want to smile, but you have to sigh,
When care is pressing you down a bit,
Rest! if you must- but never quit.
Life is queer, with its twists and turns,
As every one of us sometimes learns,
And many a failure turns about
When he might have won if he'd stuck it out;
Stick to your task, though the pace seems slow-
You may succeed with one more blow.
Success is failure turned inside out-
The silver tint of the clouds of doubt-
And you never can tell how close you are,
It may be near when it seems afar;
So stick to the fight when you're the hardest hit-
It's when things seem worst that YOU MUSTN'T QUIT.
Thursday, March 30, 2006
While I was walking today I was reminded of the stream that ran through the campground in California. It was always there, and even in the middle of the drought (if I listened closely) I could hear it trickiling along. It was easy to forget it was there. At times during the day i would be so busy that I wouldn't be able to hear the stream, unless I stopped and listened.
Isn't that just like God too? He is always there. Always moving and working in ways that we don't understand, and often in ways that we cannot see. It's easy as we go throughout our day to forget about Him. We drowned Him out in our activities. BUT, if we stop and listen, we can hear Him speaking- just like my little stream.
Psalm 116:7-9, 12, 13
Be at rest once more, O my soul,
for the LORD has been good to you.
For you, O LORD, have delivered my soul from death,
my eyes from tears,
my feet from stumbling,
that I may walk before the LORD
in the land of the living.
How can I repay the LORD
for all his goodness to me?
I will lift up the cup of salvation
and call on the name of the LORD.
I will fulfill my vows to the LORD
in the presence of all his people.
Tuesday, March 28, 2006
Tyler was four at the time. He wasn't looking at a cliff, he was looking at the fireman's pole on the playground. And let me tell you it's a high pole, especially if you are four. Tyler's goal was simple. He was gonna throw himself at the pole and slide down to the bottom by himself. He was terrified. He was little, the pole huge. It was a big moment, and I was a witness. He ran up to the pole and threw himself at it and slid to the bottom. The rest of the night was a celebration for Tyler. He encouraged his friends to do the same. "I was afraid, but I'm brave." His motto follows him through life. He's now 6 and he's mastered the fireman pole, and the diving board and no training wheels on his bicycle. I find it amazing that a small child refuses to be daunted by life's challenges. He knows that if he lives in his fear and refuses to take a risk, he will never experience all the things that life, and God, have to offer.
Adventure lies ahead, if we are brave enough to take a risk.
"You become brave by doing brave acts." -Aristotle
Wednesday, March 22, 2006
A friend sent this to me. I thought I'd share.
About Seasons. . .Lessons on Life
There was a man who had four sons. He wanted his sons to learn not to judge things too quickly. So he sent them each on a quest, in turn, to go and look at a pear tree that was a great distance away.
The first son went in the winter, the second in the spring, the third in summer, and the youngest son in the fall. When they had all gone and come back, he called them together to describe what they had seen. The first son said that the tree was ugly, bent, and twisted. The second son said no it was covered with green buds and full of promise. The third son disagreed; he said it was laden with blossoms that smelled so sweet and looked so beautiful, it was the most graceful thing he had ever seen. The last son disagreed with all of them; he said it was ripe and drooping with fruit, full of life and fulfillment. The man then explained to his sons that they were all right, because they had each seen but only one season in the tree's life. He told them that you cannot judge a tree, or a person, by only one season, and that the essence of who they are and the pleasure, joy, and love that come from that life can only be measured at the end, when all the seasons are up.
If you give up when it's winter, you will miss the promise of your spring, the beauty of your summer, fulfillment of your fall.
Moral: Don't let the pain of one season destroy the joy of all the rest. Don't judge life by one difficult season. Persevere through the difficult patches and better times are sure to come with the help of God.
Monday, March 20, 2006
Where is your treasure?
Sunday, March 19, 2006
Here are a few of my favorite quotes/statements from the book:
"We have known women you might describe as "frumpy" who seemed to care nothing for their appearance. We have seen them become women who possessed great beauty...they discovered they were deeply loved, as their hearts came alive in response to the Great Romancer."
Zephaniah 3:17 "The Lord your God is with you, He is mighty to save. He takes great delight in you, He will quiet you with His love, He will rejoice over you with singing."
Proverbs 4:23 "Above all else guard your heart for it is the wellspring of life."
Wednesday, March 15, 2006
Whenever Melissa calls me she says, "Stephanie Hunter this is your best friend in the whole wide world." I love her. I was just able to see her about three weeks ago (Her and her baby and Josh- the husband, okay I like him too) I miss her a lot. So I like seeing this picture.