Our celebration was delayed, but today we watched the royal wedding with friends and toasted the bride and groom while eating proper scones and tiny sandwiches. What a fairy tale! I really hope they live happily ever after.
Saturday, April 30, 2011
Friday, April 29, 2011
My brand-new, made-in-the-U-S-of-A, 10-inch, cast-iron skillet. OK, it's not cookin' yet because I just bought it tonight. But I can tell this baby is going to sizzle.
Cast iron makes me an authentic cowgirl, right? Plus, I got $10 off the $19.95 price. Thanks, Sur La Table! That makes me a frugal cowgirl. Yeehaw!
Thursday, April 28, 2011
William and Kate forgot to send me an official invitation. But my mom invited me to come over anytime between 2 and 4 a.m. to toast the bride and groom. Her table is set, and she will be making fresh scones in the middle of the night. Again, someone please tell me why this wedding is on a Friday? I can't go to middle-of-the-night parties when I have to work in the morning.
Wednesday, April 27, 2011
I was emailed three prayer requests today:
1. For a friend's brother-in-law who was critically injured after a fall and is not expected to survive through the night.
2. For a friend's cousin whose baby was born 5 weeks early and is currently in the NICU. The parents lost a child who was stillborn about a 1 1/2 years ago, and the mom still hasn't been able to hold her newborn baby girl.
3. A friend of a friend's child was unexpectedly born with underdeveloped lungs and only one kidney. He is expected to be on dialysis until he can get a transplant. You can read more about him here.
Please say a prayer for these families. Thank you!
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
When my siblings and I were young, my grandmother, God rest her soul, was rather particular about how we handled food.
She wanted to make sure we did things like wash our hands and didn't do things like pick our nose. Sometimes just the combination of us kids and a buffet table seemed to make her lose her appetite.
As a 5-year-old, I thought she was dramatic. Surely, we weren't that disgusting. Now, I totally understand. Kids are cute, but they are also kind of gross.
Monday, April 25, 2011
I've been in search of the perfect eyeshadow. One that lightens the lid without being too shimmering or too bright or too dramatic.
It should be a neutral shade, which, in theory, would make me look well rested.
This week, I made my fourth attempt at buying such a shade. It's a good thing I only spend a couple dollars on each color because this one turned out to be an exact match to my skin.
"Can you even tell I put this on?" I asked John.
"No, but you could use it to cover up blemishes," he suggested.
It might be time I seek professional assistance.
Sunday, April 24, 2011
"Give thanks to the Lord, for he is good,
for his mercy endures forever.
Let the house of Israel say, 'His mercy endures forever.'
This is the day the Lord has made; let us rejoice and be glad."
~ Psalm 118: 1-2
Happy Easter, my friends!
Saturday, April 23, 2011
Apologies in advance to all dancers ...
John: "I think I figured out tonight that I don't like dancing as an art form."
Me: "All dancing or just liturgical dancing?"
John: "Most dancing. I just don't understand how it's an expression of thoughts or feelings."
Friday, April 22, 2011
I love the sound of children whispering because it's often as loud as regular, inside-voice talking. Questions fielded during tonight's Passion Play included:
"Where's Jesus now?"
"How many times has he fallen?"
"That cross isn't really heavy?"
"I don't want to watch this part."
"Have they crucified him?"
Thursday, April 21, 2011
I missed the Mass and the washing of feet and the candle-lit procession, but I still got to sit with Jesus for a few minutes in the "garden" of a church hall. These traditions are some of my favorite of the year.
Wednesday, April 20, 2011
I've spent the last two days watching the most amazing miracle unfold. After years of hoping parenthood would some day be theirs, two of my very best friends welcomed their daughter into the world. Eden Grace, you are and will forever be a piece of paradise, a delightful gift from God.
Monday, April 18, 2011
I wasn't even interested in the Royal Wedding, but Barbara Walters sucked me in. Now, I want to wake up at 4 a.m. to watch TV while eating crumpets and drinking tea. But I don't understand why the wedding is on a Friday. Don't they know the commoners have to be work that day?
Sunday, April 17, 2011
"Say to daughter Zion,
'Behold, your king comes to you,
meek and riding on an ass,
and on a colt, the foal of a beast of burden.'"
~ Matthew 21
Saturday, April 16, 2011
Hit the road, drove north, listened to Sara Groves sing her stories, watched the rolling hills roll by. Found a restaurant overlooking the ocean, where both beer and root beer are brewed. Then conducted organizational research at Ikea, followed by sightseeing and pastry-hunting at Mi Pueblo before heading home.
Friday, April 15, 2011
For the last week, I've been watching a small cut on my hand.
The first few days it kept breaking open and bleeding again and again.
The skin seemed to fight itself, not wanting to reunite.
Then it turned purple any time it was cold, which made me think it was infected. It's not.
Just stubborn, as even the smallest wounds are. And needing time.
Now, nine days later, it's still rough to the touch. But it's definitely going to heal.
PS: A new post went up on Tired & Stuck this week. It's about little hurts.
Thursday, April 14, 2011
Him: "What's wrong with that?"
Me: "I liked it better earlier when I wrote it in my head."
Him: "What happened to writing these things down on paper. That was so helpful. Then you could blog, and we could go to bed."
Wednesday, April 13, 2011
I'm wondering how much money I would need to spend at Ikea to resolve all my organizational shortcomings.
Tuesday, April 12, 2011
Today was bit of a social experiment. A day without makeup. This is what happens when you accidentally forget your cosmetics bag at your parents' house.
I was afraid my boss might think I was sick and send me home. But he didn't. And I came to two conclusions:
1. Makeup is for mornings. It's like a cup of coffee for your face.
2. Like coffee, if you skip it, the day will go on without it.
Monday, April 11, 2011
Sunday, April 10, 2011
Me: "What do you think?"
John: "They're as gross as I thought they would be?"
Me: "Really? They're better than I expected."
Actually, the "Kool Ranch" Crispy Kale was strangely addictive. I don't even know if I would describe the chips as good, but I ate half the bag.
Joyful anticipation doesn't describe the mounting excitement as we get closer and closer to May ~ the month Liz and Dan's baby girl is due to arrive. It feels like the whole world has been waiting for this child, and the wait is almost over.
Friday, April 8, 2011
If it were possible to go forward and backward and undo and redo all that has been done, do you think we would ever get it right?
Thursday, April 7, 2011
My mind is blank. TV is ruining my ability to think. Then John tells me we should try to work the following phrases into casual conversations:
"I'm dancing on a rainbow."
"A bird just flew out of me."
"Crap on a spatula."
"You're going to be in a hospital in about four minutes."
We need a new form of entertainment.
Which means I'm over at Tired & Stuck, where the women share too much.
Wednesday, April 6, 2011
Tuesday, April 5, 2011
The air is so thick with pollen I might as well stick my head in a bouquet of wild flowers and inhale deeply. It would make no difference. My eyes, nose and throat (not to mention hair, clothes and car) are already thoroughly coated in allergens.
Monday, April 4, 2011
"People often say that motivation doesn't last. Well, neither does bathing ... that's why we recommend it daily." ~ Zig Ziglar
Sunday, April 3, 2011
"What's a Meat Loaf?" my dad asked.
"He's a musician."
Watching reality TV with my parents is as fun as award shows.
Saturday, April 2, 2011
I rather despise clothes shopping, especially the putting on and taking off of multiple, ill-fitting garments. I endure this process only when I feel I absolutely, positively need something to wear, which means I'm already slightly panicked by the time I arrive at the store. The whole thing makes me sweat. ... Maybe I should count it as exercise.
Friday, April 1, 2011
Actually, nothing embarrassing happened today. Not that I can remember, anyway. But my definition of what is embarrassing is getting blurry. I may have humiliated myself and not even remember it. Which is so great because as embarrassing as it is to be embarrassed, the emotion itself will not kill you. And since it won't kill us, why even worry about it.