Almost Friday
If this was Facebook, I would update my status to say:
Christina is so glad it’s Thursday! Only one more day between me and the weekend!
Curious about God and People, Clumsy in the Kitchen
If this was Facebook, I would update my status to say:
Christina is so glad it’s Thursday! Only one more day between me and the weekend!
I’m wrapping myself in these words as they most completely describe every inch of my life.
Read more...This word makes me happy.
I think I like to say cake even more than I like to eat it.
“Look at all the lovely princesses wearing their white dresses,” the 3 ½-year-old exclaimed as she peaked over her pew.
Read more...If you can’t bear the thought of making plans, may I suggest writing a blueprint instead. The word just sounds more bendy. As if it understands from the onset life won’t go according to plan.
Read more..."I'm personally convinced our divorce rate would be reduced 90 percent if men and women delivered in marriage what they sold while courting." ~Zig Ziglar
Read more...What if your fairy godmother hadn’t shown up?
Would you have made it to the ball on your own?
I’m wondering if it’s possible to teach yourself to need less sleep. So I googled, and as is true for any topic I can think of, someone has written a book on the subject -- Sleep Less, Live More. I’m intrigued but very skeptical.
Read more...It was 93 degrees for the second day in a row.
I’m not complaining, but my mind is melting.
My thoughts dissolving like ice cubes in the sun.
Imagine a pile of boulders blocking your path, causing a one-woman traffic jam on your life.
Now imagine moving them. And imagine it taking almost no effort at all. Just the desire to free up some space.
Me: “Love, do you want to become minimalists?”
He: “Well, I don’t want to become clutterists.”
“This is one of my favorite parts,” I say to John right before the bride and groom cut their cake.
“Really, why?” he asks.
I stumble for a few seconds to answer and then conclude: “Probably because it involves cake.”
Word of Susan Boyle’s performance has been floating around all week. I saw a few seconds of her sing, but ignored all the hoopla.
I didn’t even bother watching the YouTube video because I thought I got it -- unlikely talent surprises all. The end.
But John made me watch it tonight, and I cried.
Susan Boyle is a triumph for all self-doubters.
As John said, “She gives the world a big f#@k you.” (He means that in the nicest possible way, of course.)
Now, in an attempt not to live vicariously through her amazing moment, I must be on my way to make my own magic.
If dreams are a destination, a spot on a mental map, how can I move closer today to the place I imagine?
Read more...Him: “I’m wondering where this cold front is coming from.”
Me: “Didn’t we just read last week that Obama’s administration wanted to cool the air to stop global warming? Maybe they got right on that.”
My second favorite part: Seeing everyone in their Sunday best.
My first favorite part: Celebrating Christ Risen.
He and I were emailing back and forth about the freedoms of religion and speech.
I said: "Now, I have no desire to cover my head, but I certainly wouldn't want to take that right away from someone else."
He said: "Well, regarding you covering your head, if we took a poll of your family and friends, Should Christina cover her head?
Yes ___ No___ Wonder how the vote would go?"
Seen on a fence while driving down Highway 87:
"Happiness is submission to God alone."
Thanks for the reminder!
I saw a young girl, maybe 9 or 10 years old. Her blond hair was pulled back in a pony tail. Her face framed with glasses. Her sweet smile reminded me so much of my dearest, oldest friend that I started to cry.
Read more...Phone conversation between me and my youngest brother:
Him: “Over here, Ginger.”
Me: “Who’s Ginger?”
Him: “The new kid.”
Me: “A girl?”
Him: “No. He’s a boy. We just call him Ginger.”
I rarely watch unhappy movies.
If I want to be unhappy, I watch the news.
But I made an exception for The Stoning of Soraya M., and I recommend you do the same.
Last June, one of my husband’s shirts -- a short-sleeved, blue, button-down shirt -- disappeared from our closet. We searched and searched and searched. But the shirt was gone.
Until today.
Today my dad stopped by Los Gatos for lunch WEARING JOHN’S MISSING SHIRT.
Now, there is no way my father took John’s shirt from our closet. And we did not leave the shirt at my parents’ house. We don’t do laundry over there, and I think we’d remember undressing in their home.
We asked my dad how he came across the missing shirt, and he said he found it with his dry cleaning.
How does a shirt go from our closet to the dry cleaners to my parents’ house?
This mystery is far from solved.
Palm Sunday, among other things, is a reminder to make sure my toes are presentable. Holy Thursday typically involves a stranger washing my feet.
Read more...The 3-year-old brought her chair close to John and me. She sat facing us and began to tell her story. We didn’t understand most of what she said. But we listened intently. It was all very interesting, especially when she would make a scary face, claw her hands in the air and say, “bad tree.”
Read more..."I think the world today is upside down. Everybody seems to be in such a terrible rush, anxious for greater development and greater riches and so on. There is much suffering because there is so very little love in homes and in family life. We have no time for our children, we have no time for each other; there is no time to enjoy each other. In the home begins the disruption of the peace of the world." ~Mother Teresa
Read more...I’m the type of friend who takes a personality test and then tells you what you are.
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