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November 29 "Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down your hair.""A fine head of hair adds beauty to a good face, and terror to an ugly one." ~Lycurgus ---------- It's been a long time in coming. I'm thinking almost a year? That was when Emma decided she wanted to donate her hair to Locks of Love. Maybe you are familiar with this organization which helps disadvantaged children who are dealing with medical hair loss. You can cut your hair, send it to them and they will create hairpieces/wigs for kids who need them. Emma has great hair. And she has been a great sport. She has "suffered" for a good cause. The neverending hair brushing and hair fixing and hair washing. OY, and let's not forget the LICE extravaganza! (See April 26, May 10 and May 14 in the blog vault for the lice saga.) Morning crazy hair...wish I had a picture to insert here. But anyway, it seems like it has taken for. ever. to get to this point. For two weeks, Emma has been asking me, "Mommy, when can I cut my hair??" Well, actually, it's been more like two months that she's been asking me that, but my answer had always been, "when you have a 10-inch ponytail", because that is what LOL says on the website that you have to have in order to donate. Her hair has been long enough for a little while, so my reply lately has been, "after we take the annual Christmas card photo." Truth be told, I love brushing and fixing Emma's hair. She has great hair. I think I was probably reliving my whole childhood of wishing I had had hair like hers. My mom made me wear my hair short...in the dreaded "pixie" cut of the 1970s. Oh the horror! *shiver* (Again, wish I had a picture to insert here because it was a SIGHT! But suffice it to say that there were times that I was thought to be my parents' third son, "Joel". I have two brothers. SIGH. I am scarred. But I digress, and that's blog fodder for another day...) So, I was probably dragging my feet because I knew there would be no more fixing hair really, at least for a while. But, bless her heart, she had been been such a trooper through the whole hair growing process. It was time. A couple of weeks ago, I had gone to Great Clips, coupon in hand, to get my $5.99 hair cut. I used to go to the "foo-foo" salons and pay $40 for a hair cut, but that was 10 years and 2 kids ago...those days are o-v-e-r. I mean, it was nice and all, but I'm taking my chances at the walk-in places now. My motto is, "Hair grows back." Anyway, I was chatting about stuff with Maggie as she was cutting away. (Loved her, she was HILARIOUS.) I mentioned that it was almost time for Emma to cut her locks and donate them. Maggie said, "well you know, we do LOL haircuts free of charge AND we take care of mailing everything in for you too. Please bring her here and let me cut her hair. I'll give her a really cute bob." Get Out! I loved the haircut Maggie gave me and thought "you're on, honey!" So, a couple of nights ago, I spontaneously had the kids throw on something red with the obligatory dorky hats and we had our impromptu photo shoot. I'm wondering when they are going to start rebelling against the dorky hats. (see photo album above) After the photo shoot, I told Emma, "Tomorrow is the day." She was SO excited. Off we went, and here is my little Rapunzel before:
And here are the first cuts, with the adorable Maggie:
And here she is after...isn't she precious??:
Or is she goin' all gangsta on me???
Either way, she is a trip! And she is adorable. Some lucky kid out there is going to get some great hair. Grown, and cared for, with a lot of love. November 28 Word Power
"Words - so innocent and powerless as they are, as standing in a dictionary, how potent for good and evil they become in the hands of one who knows how to combine them." ~Nathaniel Hawthorne ------------ I was just thinking about how much power words have. How words can move me to laugh. To cry. To feel someone else's pain. To think. To be amazed. To make a change. To cause anger to bubble up. To make one choice over another. To take action. Or not. I love quotes. I love scripture. I love reading all of your blogs. I love writing my blog. I love reading novels. I love music lyrics. (Y'all are already well aware of my LCD...see #17 on "thankful list".) I love to talk. I love to listen. Words paint pictures in my head. Spoken or written. It makes no difference. They affect me. ___________ "I love writing. I love the swirl and swing of words as they tangle with human emotions." ~James Michener "The tongue has the power of life and death, and those who love it will eat its fruit." ~Proverbs 18:21 (NIV) "Words, when well chosen, have so great a force in them, that a description often gives us more lively ideas than the sight of things themselves." ~Joseph Addison "Pleasant words are a honeycomb, sweet to the soul and healing to the bones." ~Proverbs 16:24 (NIV) "For words are magical formulae. They leave finger marks behind on the brain, which in the twinkling of an eye become the footprints of history. One ought to watch one' s every word." ~Franz Kafka "Kind words may be short... but their echoes are endless." ~Mother Theresa __________
"May the words of my mouth and the meditation of my heart be pleasing in your sight, O LORD, my Rock and my Redeemer." ~Psalm 19:14 (NIV) This passage of scripture made a pretty powerful impact on me as a young (and very word UNconscious at the time) teen growing up in the Methodist church. The church we attended in our small (I mean, one stop light small) Southern town was pastored by a really lovely soft-spoken man named Ellis Bedsworth. Every Sunday morning during the service, before he gave his sermon, he would kneel down on one knee beside the lectern, in his big robe he always wore, and pray this scripture. It is probably my most vivid memory of our time at that church. (Okay, well that and the old dude with the bad comb-over that my brother and I used to crack on all the time.) But his act of humbling himself that way every Sunday without fail, made me think...What you say and how you say it, and what you think in your heart truly matters. Be cautious of your words. I find that I don't heed this advice often enough. "What is wrong with you? Why don't you understand that??" ~Shirley Boone, my 6th grade math teacher Ouch. Thanks to those words, I have had math phobia from that day to this. I'm not kidding. That woman was pure evil. "Cause you know, that even when it ain't alright, it's alright." ~My Dad This is just one of my Dad's many "isms" that immediately put me at ease. But I love this one a lot because it's his way of reminding me that in the scheme of things, when things seem like they are crazy and overwhelming, there is God's big picture that we cannot see and we have to cling to the fact that regardless of whatever is happening in the "now" picture, it fits somehow into the "big" picture. "I love you, Mom." Nothing compares to those 4 words right there. Nothing. ____________ In as much as the words of others have power over me, MY words can have power over others. I can inspire. Encourage. Belittle. Create joy, pain, hope. Cause division. Break relationships. Or mend them. Speak truth or perpetuate lies. All that is within my power. How I choose to use it is up to me. Just a little something I was thinking about. November 27 November 27HAPPY BLOG-IVERSARY to me!
A year ago I started this crazy blog. And I must say it has been one of the most therapeutic things I have ever done in my life. Pretty cheap therapy. I highly recommend it. I don't think my hubby truly "gets" why I do it, but he sees that it "helps" and so he's all for it! And being the highly ADHD easily distracted individual that I am, I would like to personally congratulate myself for sticking with something for longer than 5 minutes! Much less a year!
----------------- "Consider the postage stamp: its usefulness consists in the ability to stick to one thing till it gets there." ~Josh Billings November 26 Holiday Fabulousness
"Teamwork divides the task and multiplies the success." ~Author Unknown "He who has not Christmas in his heart will never find it under a tree." ~Roy L. Smith
We had a great Thanksgiving. I have never had the privilege of having my parents and one of my grandma's at MY house for Thanksgiving. It was such a blast preparing the After my folks left Friday morning, we headed over to my other SIL's house. She lives about 3 hours from us here in SC and hubby's parents had gone there for Thanksgiving. So, for the first time in 4 years, we were able to see both our families during the Thanksgiving holiday. It was pretty cool and gave me one more thing to add to my thankful list! Today it's back to school and back to the grind. I always find it a challenge to "come down" from the family visits. I usually go into some sort of weird funk post-holiday. I'm just a little crazy that way. I'm trying very hard to fend it off this time by staying busy. Already went to the grocery store this morning and did a couple of loads of laundry. Planning to do a little cleaning and get the Christmas stuff out of the garage. (Fortunately it is easily identifiable in the sea of boxes because all the Christmas stuff is in green plastic tubs!) I'm gonna put on a little Christmas music and just get busy. I really love Christmas!! It is my favorite holiday. (Thanksgiving is my second fave.) BUT here's the challenge...doing all the Christmas things that you love to do, without getting caught up and stressed out and forgetting the real reason we have the holiday in the first place...Keeping the main thing, the main thing, you know? That is the plan this holiday season. Usually the first thing I put out at Christmas is the hand carved olive wood nativity that my parents brought me back from Israel several years ago. I love it. And it gets my head in the right place. Who's with me? NO Christmas stress! NO Christmas stress! Say it with me people...NO Christmas stress! It can be done. Let's do it! November 20 Our New Addition
"I'm not going to vacuum until Sears makes one you can ride on." ~Roseanne Barr ----------
The hubby and I are overjoyed to introduce to you the new addition to our family...A healthy (roughly) 18 pounder. A hard-working girl named Dyson. Seriously. I was in bad need of a new vacuum. The old one (may she rest in peace...pause for a moment of silence in her honor...) had seen better days. She came into our lives in 1992 and it was just time to let her go peacefully to the place where all good vacuum cleaners go when they have taken their last breath...The great vacuum cleaner closet in the sky. *Sniff sniff* My new girl is quite the sucker! It was MOST frightening the "stuff" that she collected in her beautiful see-through collection bin. After I vacuumed each room, I would say to the kids, "Holy cow!! Would you look at how much disgusting grossness Dyson sucked out of the carpet in the living room??!" The HORROR! They would give me the collective "EWWWWW!" Oh, how they will humor their mother! God bless 'em! So, it is with great pride, I raise a toast to Dyson and say, "Welcome to the family!"
November 15 Caffeinated Musings
Caffeine isn't a drug, it's a vitamin! ~Author Unknown -----------
I'm a little hyped up on my coffee right now, so this should be interesting. I'm typing like a zillion words a minute, but am having to backspace a lot because my fingers are so spazy due to my caffeine consumption. *twitch twitch* Can anyone else relate? Okay, slow down brain.
I'm sitting here waiting for the powerwasher guys to arrive. Got a nastygram last week from our homeowner's association (aka "neighborhood nazis") stating that we needed to "please power wash our home". What? *raised eyebrow* It doesn't look too bad to me. We just moved in here in August. I've barely had time to read the
But now, I'm just looking around wondering, "who, on my street, is the powerwash police?" It could make you kinda paranoid.  But that would be wrong. Wouldn't it??
November 14 A Little Birdie Told Me...
"If you press me to say why I loved him, I can say no more than because he was he, and I was I." ~Michel de Montaigne ----------
I heard from a very reliable source (Jacob's shadow) that there is a little girl in Jacob's class at school who is crushing on him. Jacob is completely unaware of the crush. But, seriously. I mean, who wouldn't be crushing on my boy?? Just look at that face!
The other weekend, we were visiting with my family and friends at a conference in Kitty Hawk, NC. Jacob, and a very gregarious friend of my dad's, who I've known since I was probably 6 or something, were overheard having a conversation. It went something like this: Friend: Whoa, Jacob! You're 12 already! You must have lots of girlfriends now! Jacob: Pssshhh! (waves the friend off and makes a scrunchy raised eyebrow face) That's for next year!
HA! Here's hoping she's willing to wait.
 November 13 Marinating Isn't Just For Meat
"The trouble with most people is that they think with their hopes or fears or wishes rather than with their minds." ~Will Durant --------------- Y'all will just have to excuse me for a minute today. I'm having "a moment". SIDEBAR: Hmm, how to describe what "a moment" is. Could be "A-ha" or "Something hit me like a ton of bricks" or "I'm having a minor breakdown" or something along those lines. Basically, it's a moment in time where I have to think about something for a little longer. Marinate, if you will. (Thanks Lisa). To sit with something and let it really soak in. If you know me in "real life" you've heard me use the phrase "I'm having a moment" hundreds of times. I'm not trying to get all "religious" on you. Frankly, I think people who are "religious" are missing the point. But I have been thinking about something this morning while I was out walking (yes, I am finally getting my ever-enlarging booty moving in the sincere hopes that it will, in fact, begin to shrink.) And you should know, that my faith in God is the core of who I am. I'm not claiming to "know it all". I'm certainly far from perfect. But I am a Christian. I make no apologies for that. So if y'all are reading this and thinking I'm getting kinda freaky, well that's okay. Read on or not, but in order to marinate in this, and really get down to the nitty gritty of it for myself, I have to write it. So I was walking along, podulating (listening to the pod) and I began to really listen to the words of the song that was playing. I listen to a lot of different kinds of music. Huge variety of tunes on the pod. Today, I was going with a very cool Christian musician named Jonathan David Helser. He is the son of a man I have known since I was probably 9. His father (a musician and minister) and my father (also a minister--definitely NOT a musician) have, over the years, done ministry together and though I haven't known Jonny well, I have come to know his music. And now he and my younger brother, who have both gone into the "family business", along with my older brother, have ministered together from time to time. It's really kinda cool to have the second generation going. Anyway, so I have Jonny's album (The Awakening) on the pod and I am walking. God Is Love is the name of the song. Powerful song. Part of the lyrics go like this: "I will live out the dreams You've placed in me. Shout down the walls of fear. Nothing is impossible for those who believe that God is love. God is love. God is love. I won't be afraid. God is love. God is love. Nothing is impossible." This got me thinking. Two things. 1. What are the dreams that God has placed in me? 2. What are the fears that I have that keep me from living out those dreams? We all have dreams. Whether you believe they were placed there by God is up to you. I always wanted to be a wife and a mom. I am thankful that I have been able to do that. And I love being a wife and a mom. That was my dream from the time I was a little girl. Are there other dreams in there? Dreams hidden away? Is there a new dream? I'm thinking on that. Looking back, there are other things that came along when I was younger that I think I chose not to do because I was afraid I wouldn't be good enough to do them. So the fear creeps in. Fear of rejection. Of failure. Of disappointing someone else. Of what others will think. You start believing the lie. And you start building your own personal wall of fear...brick by brick. Then you don't try those things that come along. You miss awesome opportunities. Who told me to be afraid? To build the wall? Only me. I often tell my kids when I see fear taking hold, "What is the worst thing that could happen?" It is easier to give advice than to take it. I can't change the missed opportunities of the past, but what I can do, NOW, is recognize that the fear exists and see it for what it is. It is a wall. A wall that keeps you from getting to the dream on the other side. But it is not an impenetrable wall. You can tear it down, just like you built it--brick by brick. But you have to do some work. And you might need some tools, say a crowbar or pick ax. And you might need some help and support. (Think Women of Brewster Place and all those determined women breaking down that wall in the rain together.) So, I'm marinating in all that. Soaking in it and seeing what I think of it all. Do I have more dreams? How will I face the wall of fear and shout it down? Will I let it stay and keep me from some exciting stuff? What am I going to do about it? Here's what I'm thinking: If perfect love drives out fear, like the Bible says, and if I believe that God is perfect love and if I believe that God lives in me, then there is no room for both God and fear in my life. Think of it as sort of an equation. Like this: GOD ≠ FEAR. One of them has to go. And driving God out is not an option. I'm lettin' that marinate. -------------- 1 John 4:18 "There is no fear in love. But perfect love drives out fear, because fear has to do with punishment. The one who fears is not made perfect in love." November 07 From Here to There
"The family. We were a strange little band of characters trudging through life sharing diseases and toothpaste, coveting one another's desserts, hiding shampoo, borrowing money, locking each other out of our rooms, inflicting pain and kissing to heal it in the same instant, loving, laughing, defending, and trying to figure out the common thread that bound us all together." ~Erma Bombeck --------------- I am afraid. I am faced undeniably with the mortality of the people around me. Most specifically, my father-in-law. I have reached the age at which you begin to recognize the fact that your parents--and the parents of your spouse--aren't going to be around forever. It is incredibly painful. I was probably 14 years old when I first met my hubby's dad. Here's a frightening thought: I have known him more than half my life. He was an avid hunter and fisherman up until about maybe 7 years ago when his physical limitations started to get the better of him. I remember when I was a teenager and I would go out fishing with my then boyfriend/now hubby, wanting to make a good impression on his dad. I have never been one to love the slimy scaly feel of a fish between my fingers. But because I loved my boyfriend, I would go. Hubby's dad is a take no prisoners kinda guy. He will ask you anything...appropriate or inappropriate. He will say it just like it is and have no shame about it. You've gotta love that in a person. Truly. We don't necessarily see eye-to-eye on certain things, but we agree to disagree. I have learned over the years to appreciate him and enjoy his certain brand of humor. And I have also learned to let a lot of things just roll off my back. My in-laws are an integral part of who I am and they made my hubby who he is--they raised a wonderful son. They love me and have always treated me like one of their daughters. And though my hubby's dad has been known to be a bit of a crotchety old dude, he is a lovable old dude. He is 83 years old. I have watched him physically decline over the last several years. There have been times when I have been extremely frustrated with him--before he was so sick and when he was so crotchety--and most recently I have come to a place where I sincerely love him and see him as an aging man who is coming to terms with that very fact and my compassion for him has kicked in to overdrive. He is struggling with some pretty significant medical issues at the moment. And it is at this moment that I see the divine providence of our moving back to within a day's drive. So why am I afraid? Maybe I am afraid of feeling the pain that I remember feeling when my granddaddy passed away 16 years ago. Maybe I am afraid that I won't know how to comfort my hubby while he is dealing with his hurt about his father's sickness or when he loses his father. Maybe it is too scary for me to think about losing my own parents. I don't know. What I do know is that reality bites sometimes. And I have to find a way to deal with what is. I am the kind of person who avoids pain when I can. I avoid confrontation. I am a procrastinator by nature. And when I am confronted with the realities of life--and death--my choice would be avoid, avoid, avoid. This is too close to avoid. Aging and dying is a part of life. It is part of something bigger than us. God's big picture. Who am I to question God's big picture? I do trust completely in God's big picture. And so I don't ask God "Why". I ask, "Help me get from here to there. Help me deal with what comes day by day." And I know He will. November 06 Things I'm Thankful For
"We can only be said to be alive in those moments when our hearts are conscious of our treasures." ~Thornton Wilder -------------- Here's stuff you may or may not wish to know about me, but I am writing this on the heels of my recent blog, A Few of My Favorite Things, at the suggestion of fellow Spacer gord. I also write it in honor of my second favorite holiday, Thanksgiving, which I think gets a bum wrap. Mainly because Halloween gets so much hype and now, pretty much before Halloween all the stores start putting out Christmas decorations (It annoys me to no end!). I mean, what appreciation does poor ol' Thanksgiving get?? None, I tell you! Thanksgiving gets TOTALLY dissed, and it just ain't fair, y'all! So, Thanksgiving, my friend, this one's for you! Enjoy.  What I'm Thankful For: 1. Laughter. I love to laugh...till my face hurts, till I can't breathe, till I think I'm going to pee my pants. (Who's bringing the Depends??) I thoroughly love hearing my kids laugh deliriously. I think it would be fair to say that my children's laughter is my favorite sound. I am a firm believer in the saying that "laughter is the best medicine". I cannot enumerate the times I have said "It's laugh or cry, and I choose laugh!" "Laughter is an instant vacation." ~Milton Berle 2. My hubby. He is an amazing man. A father who loves his kids and would rather spend time with us than do anything else. A man who loves his wife and kids above all else. A rare gem indeed. 3. The grace of God. There but for the grace of God go I. Without Him I am nothing. 4. People who "get" me. You know who you are. Thank you for loving the dork that is ME. 5. Days at the beach. Light breeze. Beach chair and book. In the late afternoon sun when most people are leaving to go in to clean up and eat dinner. Breathing in deep lungfulls of that healing salt air. 6. Cake. I love cake. Must have icing, or it isn't cake. So I guess I'm thankful for icing too. 'Nuff said. 7. Freedom...to speak. to worship. to create. to vote. to love. to live. I am grateful to have been born in America. 8. Jacob. My awesome son. I love who he is. Funny, brilliant, tender-hearted. He has made me a better mother, a better person and I am in awe of him everyday. 9.People who "get" my son. As the parent of a child with special needs, this means more to me than 10. Emma. My wonderful daughter. She is an incredible person. I marvel at her humor, her creativity and her sassiness (don't tell her I love her sassiness...I don't want to "encourage" her! lol). 11. Watching my kids....period. I just sit back and smile when I watch them playing in the ocean, as they sleep, as they interact with other people, watching them do something for the first time, watching them being funny or silly, as they feel successful, or as they love and take care of each other. Watching with joy the sheer innocence of being a child. 12. My parents. They are mostly to blame for who I am today! Ha ha. Two unbelievably cool people who have supported me unquestioningly, loved me unconditionally, and prayed for me constantly. I couldn't have asked for better. 13. Seeing a rainbow. I know it sounds cheesy, but it never gets old to me. I get so excited when I look up and see a rainbow in the sky. It always reminds me that God keeps His promises. I've even had the good fortune of seeing a complete double rainbow before. It was amazing. 14. Books. Especially the fictional kind which allow the mind to completely dissociate from reality and drift along through a well-written story. Ahhh, sweet oblivion! 15. Having a sense of smell. Freshly laundered towels. Gardenias. That baby smell (not the poopy one). Coffee. Just cut grass. Ocean breeze. My hubby's aftershave. Fall. 16. Going to my parents or my in-laws for the weekend. This is something I do NOT take for granted. Having lived more than 1100 miles away from "my people" at times, and now being able to decide on a Thursday "HEY, I've got a great idea, let's go to Grandma's this weekend" is pretty cool. 17. Music. It pains me to think what life would be like without it. Physically, pains me. I suffer from what my girlfriend's 14 year old daughter has termed "Lyric Compulsive Disorder" (LCD) and it compels me to sing lyrics to whatever songs I may hear on the radio or iPod or that pop in my head completely on their own, whether I want to or not. It's a problem. You say something, I automatically think of a song and may very well burst out singing. I just can't help it. 18. Riding in the car with the windows down. It's just fun. You can't care what your hair looks like. And you've gotta love all that fresh air! 19. Chick flicks. Beaches, The Color Purple, Spanglish, Divine Secrets of the Ya-Ya Sisterhood, Thelma and Louise, Bridget Jones's Diary, Four Weddings and a Funeral, The Big Chill, Footloose, Pretty In Pink, Sixteen Candles, Dirty Dancing, The Princess Bride, Say Anything, Steel Magnolias, Ghost, Fried Green Tomatoes, Sleepless in Seattle, Waiting to Exhale, My Best Friend's Wedding, Never Been Kissed, 50 First Dates, The Wedding Planner, My Big Fat Greek Wedding. I could go on, but won't. 20. Summers spent at youth camp. Many summers. Some of the most amazing experiences of my life were at camp. Made some good friends. Good times! 21. The ability to talk. This dawned on me as I watched a recent episode of Grey's Anatomy. Nothing like a little profound Grey's to make you do some soul searching, eh?? Anyway, a woman who LOVED to talk had cancer of the tongue and the possibility of her losing her ability to talk was great as a result. I was sitting there thinking, "Oh man! What if I couldn't talk anymore???!" Just the thought made me incredibly sad and just a little freaked out. 22. Digital cameras. Seriously, this was an amazing invention. I love capturing my babies in all their cuteness! 23. Out of the blue phone calls from people you haven't talked to in a while. 24. Cooking out on the grill. The whole experience. Yum. The smell. The taste. Nice weather. Eating out on the porch. 25. Family dinners. Be it Christmas, Thanksgiving or Easter. The chaos. People talking over each other. The oohs and ahhhs over Grandma's Sour Cream Pound Cake. "The kids' table." The eating. The cleaning up. The eating again. It's all good. 26. Purses, shoes and earrings. Because their size never has to change, even when YOURS does! 27. Seeing people I haven't seen in a long time. I just love that. Nothing like reminiscing with folks from "back in the day"...20th reunion, part 2 coming up soon! 28. Getting mail. Not bills, magazines or junk, Duh. But personal, handwritten mail. Addressed to MOI! Love it. 29. Quotes. I love them. I collect them. I learn from them. They inspire me, encourage me and spur me on. 30. Hugs. I confess. I am a hugger. And like being a hugee. Just ask my kids.
"Thanksgiving was never meant to be shut up in a single day." ~Robert Caspar Lintner |
We did make an attempt to do it ourselves, hoping to save some money. CHA-CHING. But, our roof is so pitchy and steep. It was really nervewracking watching my hubby climbing on the roof, trying to manage a 24 foot extention ladder. Let's just say the ladder was a bit "wonky" and when he stepped on it to get to the second story on the side of the house, had I not been standing there, there was a back injury just waiting to happen. Envision said "wonky" ladder ever-so-slowly sliding sideways down the vinyl siding, hubby going down with it. Me running slo-mo toward him, arms extended, "noooooo!!" I hollered at him...Get down from there! Are you trying to break your skull?? Oh we tried to reposition the ladder and really gave it the college try, but it just wasn't happening. Time to call in the professionals. SO, I made some phone calls and here we are. Putting out the cash for the neighborhood nazis. Just makes you want to build a hot pink storage shed right on the front lawn, ya know?
"I just callllled to saaaay I loooove you"|
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