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!
Thursday, April 30, 2009
If this was Facebook, I would update my status to say:
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
I’m wrapping myself in these words as they most completely describe every inch of my life.
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
This word makes me happy.
I think I like to say cake even more than I like to eat it.
Monday, April 27, 2009
“Look at all the lovely princesses wearing their white dresses,” the 3 ½-year-old exclaimed as she peaked over her pew.
Sunday, April 26, 2009
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.
Saturday, April 25, 2009
Friday, April 24, 2009
"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
Thursday, April 23, 2009
What if your fairy godmother hadn’t shown up?
Would you have made it to the ball on your own?
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
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.
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
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.
Monday, April 20, 2009
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.
Sunday, April 19, 2009
Me: “Love, do you want to become minimalists?”
He: “Well, I don’t want to become clutterists.”
Saturday, April 18, 2009
“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.”
Friday, April 17, 2009
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.
Thursday, April 16, 2009
If dreams are a destination, a spot on a mental map, how can I move closer today to the place I imagine?
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
What would happen if we stopped living vicariously?
If we lived as we dream?
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
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.”
Monday, April 13, 2009
Poor Easter. It lacks the proper multiple days off other holidays enjoy.
Sunday, April 12, 2009
My second favorite part: Seeing everyone in their Sunday best.
My first favorite part: Celebrating Christ Risen.
Saturday, April 11, 2009
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?"
Friday, April 10, 2009
Seen on a fence while driving down Highway 87:
"Happiness is submission to God alone."
Thanks for the reminder!
Thursday, April 9, 2009
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.
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
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.”
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
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.
Monday, April 6, 2009
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.
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.
Sunday, April 5, 2009
Palm Sunday, among other things, is a reminder to make sure my toes are presentable. Holy Thursday typically involves a stranger washing my feet.
Saturday, April 4, 2009
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.”
Friday, April 3, 2009
Thursday, April 2, 2009
"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