froggy
this little (big) guy caught my eye, hopping around after a gullywasher last Friday evening...
pool pics
Finally broke down and took the kids to the club pool on Friday
(always felt I'd be out of place there, but it wasn't all that bad, actually)
They enjoyed charging their burgers to "Daddy's account" and didn't leave before signing up for summer camps ( tennis for the younger set, golf for the budding 2nd grader)
Footage:
They enjoyed charging their burgers to "Daddy's account" and didn't leave before signing up for summer camps ( tennis for the younger set, golf for the budding 2nd grader)
Footage:
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Father's Day
On Father's Day, we took a boat ride through Lazaretto Creek and up past Cockspur Lighthouse in Charlie's new toy.
new hair
I went shorter than I ever dared go before...
... and I like it. At least for the summer, but maybe forever
(who knew washing hair could go so fast?!)
melting
i prayed a prayer not too long ago that simply went like this: "Melt me, melt my cold heart and help me to feel again."
Then like the sweating of a great block of ice in the desert, the crying jags began. More than frequent and in public places, I couldn't dam my eyes though I tried.
I laughed through tears, understanding that I was, indeed, melting.
When I thought " I'm Melting" I thought too, of the Wicked Witch who cried those same words when she was doused with water.
I thought of MY own wicked witch, within.
I smiled some more, though I was still crying quite a bit, for I thought "My wicked witch is melting away, thanks to all this watering."
I then began to emit impurities, like silver in a refinery. I pointed fingers and named names and it all burned to ashes. I felt lighter of my burden than I had in some time and like fine silver, I allowed myself to see it all as added value to my worth.
I don't know where I am headed, or what is over the next hill, but I am reminded time and again- every single day- that I am not walking alone. I am with someone who knows the way.
And like a snowman melting in July, I will roll on with the fluidity of water 'neath my feet, until I've reached my Destination.
Then like the sweating of a great block of ice in the desert, the crying jags began. More than frequent and in public places, I couldn't dam my eyes though I tried.
I laughed through tears, understanding that I was, indeed, melting.
When I thought " I'm Melting" I thought too, of the Wicked Witch who cried those same words when she was doused with water.
I thought of MY own wicked witch, within.
I smiled some more, though I was still crying quite a bit, for I thought "My wicked witch is melting away, thanks to all this watering."
I then began to emit impurities, like silver in a refinery. I pointed fingers and named names and it all burned to ashes. I felt lighter of my burden than I had in some time and like fine silver, I allowed myself to see it all as added value to my worth.
I don't know where I am headed, or what is over the next hill, but I am reminded time and again- every single day- that I am not walking alone. I am with someone who knows the way.
And like a snowman melting in July, I will roll on with the fluidity of water 'neath my feet, until I've reached my Destination.
Time Machine
Lisa Samson posted "FAT RANT" on her blog (which I subscribe to) ... the video is worth checking out when little ears aren't around (for sake of one wirty dord or so) especially if you've ever dieted or tried on clothes... checking it out led me to check out its creator, Joy Nash, who also made this Time Machine video . . . funny gal.
pierced & inked
yep.
(I didn't go there because they're "Christian"- just turned out that way... Dave Oldham, the shop owner, is also an ordained minister. He invited me to Bible study ( To Hell With Religion) on Tuesday night... you can hear him at Revolution Church, Atlanta by clicking HERE)
pictures may follow...someday
Great Minds
I am told that, if ever there were an example of one brain residing in two bodies, it would have to be my father and myself.
Now HE knows better because of the many times I've called for help on this or that or especially something computer related. And I know better because of all of the many, many times I've had to make those calls. Still ,Mom swears it to be true and has learned that coming to ME for a second opinion is usually no different than going to dad.
Sometimes I am proud of this fact...other times, I'm proud of this fact.
What can I say, he's a smart guy.
Even when I was a teenager in the full throes of rebellion, I could usually see where he was coming from, but since I was blessed with his strong sense of stubbornness as well, I could usually press forward with little side effects of common sense getting through.
When I struggle with things, I find myself wondering if he has struggled with the same questions too, and I usually assume that he has and that is how he already has an answer waiting for me, when I ask.
It has gotten so that, even before I ask, or as I begin to utter my ponderings aloud, I know what it is he will (or would) say and I feel all the sillier for admitting I have a belly button, much less gazing at it for SO long.
All of that as a precursor to something that may seem unrelated, but to me fits perfectly - this thought I had last night:
I love that my dad's favorite verse of scripture isn't the classic fall back: John 3:16 but rather John 3:17 and the idea that follows...we were condemned already...we forget that sometimes...pointing a finger at a God we feel is unfair.
Now HE knows better because of the many times I've called for help on this or that or especially something computer related. And I know better because of all of the many, many times I've had to make those calls. Still ,Mom swears it to be true and has learned that coming to ME for a second opinion is usually no different than going to dad.
Sometimes I am proud of this fact...other times, I'm proud of this fact.
What can I say, he's a smart guy.
Even when I was a teenager in the full throes of rebellion, I could usually see where he was coming from, but since I was blessed with his strong sense of stubbornness as well, I could usually press forward with little side effects of common sense getting through.
When I struggle with things, I find myself wondering if he has struggled with the same questions too, and I usually assume that he has and that is how he already has an answer waiting for me, when I ask.
It has gotten so that, even before I ask, or as I begin to utter my ponderings aloud, I know what it is he will (or would) say and I feel all the sillier for admitting I have a belly button, much less gazing at it for SO long.
All of that as a precursor to something that may seem unrelated, but to me fits perfectly - this thought I had last night:
I love that my dad's favorite verse of scripture isn't the classic fall back: John 3:16 but rather John 3:17 and the idea that follows...we were condemned already...we forget that sometimes...pointing a finger at a God we feel is unfair.
But He isn't.
And I suppose I love it because there must be a reason behind his settling on that passage as his favorite and I suppose I could ask him specifically, but then again, I probably already know what he would say.
eggbeater
We were in a local kitchen supply store when the kids discovered an egg beater hanging on display. They each claimed that they simply HAD to have one. And because I was raised on Teeny Little Super Guy, I almost relented. Instead, I brought them home to watch this clip:
They loved it, of course.
I was tickled that they felt they had to explain it to me.
"Get it, Momma?"
" It's a BIKE!"
"And those are training wheels!"
(as if, just maybe, I was too old to get it all by myself)
still
I am standing here until I'm made to move. Be it gust of wind or driving rain, I am planted where I stand until the Gardener uproots me. I am at all times just a stupid sheep, but in this I've become a stubborn mule.
twilight
Not mine, but Yours, today (and everyday)...
Your Words
Your Thoughts
Your Actions
Your Strength
Your Calm In The Storm
...because mine is faulty and unreliable, at best.
I am clinging to the arms of your Cross today and I won't let go-- You'll have to pry me off if You won't have me. I've thrown away the notion of the hem of Your garment, instead I've got You by the ankle and I won't let go--You'll have to kick me like dust from Your shoes. I'll hang on though You drag me through the crowd, though my skin is scraped and burned and when You finally look down at me and ask "Why should I help a dog such as you?" I will answer honestly that I don't know... but I won't let go. And when You send me alone back to Ninevah, back to proclaim You to the masses, to my family and friends, I will disobey out of loyalty and love. And also out of fear. If You want me there, You will have to hold my hand and walk me in and stay with me all the while. And if You don't, I'll just lay at Your doorstep until I perish...I'll follow You when you rise and stand guard should You choose to sleep. If You should venture into Hell, we'll go together and if You take flight, I'll be under Your wing. I will be stubborn if it is called for. Should You fling me from your Cross, still I'd persist because what is there left to lose? I will turn Your lovely face towards my muddied own and I will meet Your gaze and You will change Your mind. I won't leave until You do. I cannot live my life without You. And I will not.
I'm with you.
PeachyKeen SIL
My mom's Bday is on the same day as my SIL's
(who was unable to make it down for our little surprise party)
She's old enough now (finally) to do EVERYTHING but rent a car.
And though she is now old enough, that sweet taste of whiskey on her lips must be postponed, for she is with child.
Perhaps post delivery will be JUST the right time for it, anyhow.
You've been in our family for only a short time, but you have become one of us instantly (poor you!)
(who was unable to make it down for our little surprise party)
She's old enough now (finally) to do EVERYTHING but rent a car.
And though she is now old enough, that sweet taste of whiskey on her lips must be postponed, for she is with child.
Perhaps post delivery will be JUST the right time for it, anyhow.
(Go with the epidural, Ash!)
You've been in our family for only a short time, but you have become one of us instantly (poor you!)
Happy Birthday Ashely!
Surprise!
We threw mom a Surprise 50th Birthday party in Augusta this weekend. We also had her officially inducted into the Red Hat Society, now that she is (finally) old enough. My Bigger-Younger brother Nick (he would add here: Wiser, Better Looking and All Around Favorite Offspring, too) created a slideshow and wrote a poem that he read to her... you can check it out on his site...
HAPPY BIRTHDAY MOMMA !
CongaChurch
Ladies' Night Out on Friday started with a Classic Car photo op, followed by line dancing, a chocolate fountain and a Shania Twain cover . . .
all in the "shadow of the steeple"
(and right there in the sanctuary, with the Pastor's wife at the helm, too!)
all in the "shadow of the steeple"
(and right there in the sanctuary, with the Pastor's wife at the helm, too!)
stockings
"Ooh, Comfy" said Fisher as he slipped on the little nylon footsie in order to try on a pair of shoes. This was a first for all of us, but they had been wearing Crocs® and flops and had this blackfoot condition normally only found in NC.Fast forward through FINALLY finding the right pair of shoes for each of my 3 sets of Pits&Pats, through the purchase and return home, to the point where they open their new shoe boxes.
This is the moment that we see Fisher loved his little nylon sock so much that he smuggled a second one into the box so that he could have a pair... a pair he plans on wearing regularly.
I am going to begin screening "Father Figure" applicants if this keeps up!
Mr. wRIGHT
Paul Wright can be found in any given music device that I own. He has a great sound and a great message- all that and he's "Beachy Keen" too!
On his site he says : " We are all on the journey, I just want to provide a soundtrack along the way"
He has done just that several times over the last few years for me.
A new song for each dawning season, it seems.
I'm stuck on Fly Away these days . . .
And that's all I've got to say about that.
In other Wright related news, I recently embarked on a new street team adventure with him and can call myself an official GOONIE now.
On his site he says : " We are all on the journey, I just want to provide a soundtrack along the way"
He has done just that several times over the last few years for me.
A new song for each dawning season, it seems.
I'm stuck on Fly Away these days . . .
And that's all I've got to say about that.
In other Wright related news, I recently embarked on a new street team adventure with him and can call myself an official GOONIE now.
(I can't wait till we find that sunken ship)
mindless posting
Things have settled into a lull around here, what with summer heat already lowering in on us before noon these days and children who feel at liberty to sleep well beyond the rooster's crow (figuratively, as we don't have roosters nearby ANYMORE)
Unfortunately this means you have to put up with me wasting your time with mindless posts like this one, that have nothing better to say than " I watched The First 48" this morning while folding laundry ( and waiting on said kids to wake up) and I really enjoy the program. I feel like a bum when I watch t.v. anymore, but that is another post, another day... and it does seem that at least one out of every two homicides covered is a gang related drive by or something... but I guess that's Memphis for ya.
Unfortunately this means you have to put up with me wasting your time with mindless posts like this one, that have nothing better to say than " I watched The First 48" this morning while folding laundry ( and waiting on said kids to wake up) and I really enjoy the program. I feel like a bum when I watch t.v. anymore, but that is another post, another day... and it does seem that at least one out of every two homicides covered is a gang related drive by or something... but I guess that's Memphis for ya.
SonWhite
Making his mum & dad proud:
(this is what happens when I devote the day to laundry- which is why I try to avoid laundry altogether)
inoculation
like a shot, it was unpleasant
but good for overall health
there has been a little swelling at the site of injection
and a blissfully deep and fevered sleep
in a year or so, you probably won't even be able to remember
if you've been vaccinated or not
but there is peace of mind for now
and at least that's something
for now
but good for overall health
there has been a little swelling at the site of injection
and a blissfully deep and fevered sleep
in a year or so, you probably won't even be able to remember
if you've been vaccinated or not
but there is peace of mind for now
and at least that's something
for now
SCC Sunday
Finally drug our sorry behinds back into a house of worship this morning . . .
It was good, of course.
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