We have a new little song in my house.
It goes like this: Carbs, carbs, carbs.
My husband insists it’s not a happy song, more like a battle cry.
Sunday, November 30, 2008
We have a new little song in my house.
Saturday, November 29, 2008
We are like retail sightseers, my family, that is.
Today we took my sister on a field trip to Ikea for no other reason than she hadn’t been and we wanted to show her.
Friday, November 28, 2008
Thursday, November 27, 2008
I don’t know what other families are like. I only know mine.
And for them I am truly thankful.
Wednesday, November 26, 2008
I was reminded today that not everyone’s Thanksgiving tradition is to eat. We are a diverse nation.
Some people celebrate with a run.
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
I spent $25 at BevMo and didn’t buy an ounce of alcohol.
Monday, November 24, 2008
“When Jesus looked up he saw some wealthy people putting their offerings into the treasury and he noticed a poor widow putting in two small coins. He said, “I tell you truly, this poor widow put in more than all the rest; for those others have all made offerings from their surplus wealth, but she, from her poverty, has offered her whole livelihood.”
~ Luke 21: 1-4
I have loved this reading since I was a teenager, and I think the reason is this: No matter how little you have it is of value to Christ. He sees the treasure in you, and he wants you to share it.
Sunday, November 23, 2008
I made my annual how-do-you-make-your-grandmother’s-sweet-potatoes phone call to my dear friend Christina today.
We go over this recipe every year, but because it is so simple, I never bother to write down all the details.
Then a year goes by and I realize I only have cryptic notes.
These potatoes are sweet enough to be a dessert, which makes them the perfect side dish.
Herta’s Sweet Potatoes:
4 sweet potatoes
½ cup butter
¾ cup brown sugar
½ teaspoon cinnamon
1 small can crushed pineapple
1 bag big marshmallows
Boil potatoes until they are fork-tender all the way through, and then remove the skins.
Once skins are removed, mash potatoes and all ingredients together, except for the marshmallows.
Bake for 30 minutes at 350 degrees, then add marshmallows. Continue to bake for a few more minutes until marshmallows brown.
Saturday, November 22, 2008
What I don’t recommend is having an eye appointment just prior to a business meeting.
I was told the exam would take 30 minutes.
What she forgot to mention was that my pupils would be as big as saucers for the next four to six hours.
Friday, November 21, 2008
Pieces of paper from all over the world find their way to the wall of prayer. Mine traveled with my mother.
Thursday, November 20, 2008
He said she looked like a schoolgirl eating her lunch.
She knew he meant that as a compliment.
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
There’s a 72 oz bag of chocolate chips in my house.
That’s 4 ½ pounds of semi-sweet morsels.
Let this and the cookie dough serve as a cautionary tale:
Do not grocery shop while hungry.
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
My brother asked the cute girl behind the counter how many sweets she could eat in a day.
“I’ve worked here for a year, and I’ve gained 50 pounds,” she said.
“Fifteen?” said my brother.
“Fifty,” she clarified.
We eyed her from top to bottom with absolute disbelief.
“Nooo,” my brother said.
“You must have been underweight when you started,” I added.
“My last job was at a gym,” she explained.
Monday, November 17, 2008
The danger of warehouse shopping is this:
48 oz tubs of cookie dough for $3.97.
Sunday, November 16, 2008
The Hindu priest made sure the bride and groom knew the seriousness of what was about to happen.
"Once I tie this knot, I have no mantra to untie it," he said before joining her sari and his shawl.
Saturday, November 15, 2008
My favorite part of a churro is the cinnamon sugar, but tonight I noticed measurably less of it.
“Everyone is cutting back,” my husband explained.
Friday, November 14, 2008
“The Holy Spirit, wherever he breaks into our lives, always hinders the plans man makes.”
~ Joseph Cardinal Ratzinger, May 1998 (aka Pope Benedict XVI)
When everything seems like an interruption and you feel your life is suddenly, terribly off course, just remember God likes his people flexible. He is shouting, “Go with it.”
Thursday, November 13, 2008
How serious must I take those little clothing labels?
When they insist on being hand washed, am I obliged to obey?
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
The church’s aisles are wide, and I’m often tempted to somersault down them.
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
In the kitchen, my husband examined a scorched pot.
“What stained this?” he asked, as if he’s never seen the aftermath of my cooking.
“Umm, that’s from when I made soup,” I explained.
“You burned soup?”
“I was sautéing something.”
Monday, November 10, 2008
I fully anticipated the onslaught of holiday propaganda promoted by the retail industry the day after Halloween.
What I did not expect was to see a house fully decorated with Christmas lights on the 10th of November.
Sunday, November 9, 2008
I’m happy to report regular unleaded is selling for $2.33 a gallon at the Shell station on the corner of Almaden Expressway and Blossom Hill Road in San Jose.
I haven’t seen a gas station so busy since the summer of 2003 when, for about a week, the entire Phoenix metropolitan area experienced a massive shortage of gasoline.
Gas stations literally ran dry, and people were paying ridiculous amounts of money to fill up.
If I recall, I paid $2.11 a gallon.
Saturday, November 8, 2008
After three years of marriage, I’ve tricked myself into believing I’m a punctual person.
I am not.
This truth becomes apparent when I have to go somewhere without my husband.
He is a punctual person. If I’m with him, I’m on time.
Without him, I’m generally 30 to 40 minutes late, possibly an hour if I get lost.
Friday, November 7, 2008
I'm not just an editor;
slicing up my speech until only silence remains.
Thursday, November 6, 2008
“What man among you having a hundred sheep and losing one of them would not leave the ninety-nine in the desert and go after the lost one until he finds it? And when he does find it, he sets it on his shoulders with great joy and, upon his arrival home, he calls together his friends and neighbors and says to them, ‘Rejoice with me because I have found my lost sheep.’ I tell you, in just the same way there will be more joy in heaven over one sinner who repents than over ninety-nine righteous people who have no need of repentance.”
~Luke 15: 4-7
Nobody loves you like Jesus does. If you are lost, he will find you.
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
The bakery I love has a motto: Eat something sweet every day.
I think we should add to that: Say something sweet every day.
Go ahead, try it.
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
Something about the way the clouds looked today made me think gravity might be a figment of our imaginations. I half expected God to shake this giant snow globe we call earth just so he could see us fly.
Monday, November 3, 2008
I’ll take words of wisdom wherever I can find them.
Spotted this on the back of a car:
“Wag more. Bark Less.”
Sunday, November 2, 2008
“The Lord is my shepherd; there is nothing I shall want.”
I’ve heard this psalm many times, but today I heard in my heart an emphasis on the word “want.”
What would it mean to live in a world without want? To be a person content with every circumstance as it unfolds?