This morning I woke up to another snow-covered day.
As soon as my feet hit the floor, Maggie followed them. She followed me to the coffee pot, the frig., the sofa, back to the coffee pot.
She scratched at the back door to go on the porch.
Hubs said,"Okay, Maggie. You won't like it."
He opened the door and Maggie stepped outside. She sniffed the snow drift, licked it, then scratched to come back inside. She's such a sissy. Wonder where she gets it.
Meanwhile, I discovered that there is only so much housework a girl can do to keep busy. I'm nearly done with laundry. I've prepped dinner. I don't even want to attempt to clean floors until the snow is gone, and I have no craft project to work on. A run to Hobby Lobby would be wonderful about now.
One day of being snowed in is fun. Two days of being trapped, I mean snowed in, is getting to me.
It was a while this morning before Maggie finally settled down. She scratched more doors (even the frig.- weird cat,) tried to climb into a 9 x 9 puzzle box (like me trying to squeeze into a size 4 jeans) and then wandered around the house aimlessly.
Once I sat down with the laptop, Maggie curled up in the bend of my knee, saddled alongside me, and relaxed. I think I even heard her let out a little kitty cat sigh. She's a nervous Nellie. Wonder where she gets it.
Friday, January 29, 2010
Thursday, January 28, 2010
It's the kind you read about.
I woke up this morning, looked outside, and realized that the neighbor's house had disappeared!
We're having a winter storm. The kind where the snow blows sideways and it rains all at the same time. The street is covered, our walk is covered, you get the picture.
Our windows on the back porch even have a frame of snow around them from where it blew under the porch.
Before now, I've only seen hardware stores do that for effect with fake snow. (When you've lived in the South most of your life, the only things you see trapped in window screens are mosquitoes and cobwebs.)
I told Daughter that we would have our regularly scheduled tests, but she could have the rest of the day off from homeschool. Hubs isn't even going to work. So, it's official. We have a Snow Day.
Hubs came in a few minutes ago and said, "Who wants bacon and eggs?"
Daughter and I both declined after looking at Hubs with puzzled faces. We don't eat big breakfasts during the week. She has already had her bowl of cereal and I've yet to microwave my Smart Ones breakfast quesadilla.
I have to say, though, the smell of the bacon and eggs is yummy as I type this mediocre post. Maybe I'll grab a plate and run across the street to the neighbor's to eat it. No one will see me.
If I don't return, please send out a search party for me. I'll be the frozen girl covered in snow and ice with the half-eaten bacon and eggs.
We're having a winter storm. The kind where the snow blows sideways and it rains all at the same time. The street is covered, our walk is covered, you get the picture.
Our windows on the back porch even have a frame of snow around them from where it blew under the porch.
Before now, I've only seen hardware stores do that for effect with fake snow. (When you've lived in the South most of your life, the only things you see trapped in window screens are mosquitoes and cobwebs.)
I told Daughter that we would have our regularly scheduled tests, but she could have the rest of the day off from homeschool. Hubs isn't even going to work. So, it's official. We have a Snow Day.
Hubs came in a few minutes ago and said, "Who wants bacon and eggs?"
Daughter and I both declined after looking at Hubs with puzzled faces. We don't eat big breakfasts during the week. She has already had her bowl of cereal and I've yet to microwave my Smart Ones breakfast quesadilla.
I have to say, though, the smell of the bacon and eggs is yummy as I type this mediocre post. Maybe I'll grab a plate and run across the street to the neighbor's to eat it. No one will see me.
If I don't return, please send out a search party for me. I'll be the frozen girl covered in snow and ice with the half-eaten bacon and eggs.
Friday, January 22, 2010
When all else fails, post a recipe.
The blog is starting to echo.
I sat down to write something and heard crickets chirping. I told Mama on the phone that in order to blog, you actually have to DO SOMETHING to blog about. Sorry, guys. I'm boring.
Truth is, I've been busy. I just haven't blogged any of the busyness. My in-laws and sweet niece were here for a visit and we had a blast.
While they were here I made a new potato soup recipe that turned out to be a hit. Daughter took a bite and said, "Is this a Paula Deen or a Melanie?"
I had to laugh. She knows me too well.
The recipe did start with a Paula recipe but then I added my own spin. The part I love is that it is made in the crockpot.
Pay no attention to the fat content. LALALALA...
Crockpot Potato Soup
1 32 oz. bag frozen hashbrowns
3-4 stalks celery, chopped
1 small onion, chopped
1/3 cup chopped or thinly sliced carrots
3 cans chicken broth (I used leftover homemade stock)
1 can cream of chicken soup
3 TBS. butter (divided)
1 8 oz. block cream cheese, cubed
In saucepan, saute celery, onions and carrots in 1 Tbs. butter or olive oil until celery and onions are soft. Add hashbrowns, celery, onions, carrots, chicken broth, cream of chicken soup, and remaining butter to crock pot. Cook on low for 4-5 hours, until potatoes are tender. Add cream cheese; cook another 30 minutes or until cream cheese is melted and soup is thickened.
I also added some leftover mashed potatoes to the mixture to thicken it. With the homemade chicken stock, I did not need to add salt. If you use canned broth, be sure to salt and pepper to taste.
To make it extra yummy, add one cup of freshly grated mozarella cheese when you add the cream cheese.
Garnish with green onions or parsley.
YUM!
I sat down to write something and heard crickets chirping. I told Mama on the phone that in order to blog, you actually have to DO SOMETHING to blog about. Sorry, guys. I'm boring.
Truth is, I've been busy. I just haven't blogged any of the busyness. My in-laws and sweet niece were here for a visit and we had a blast.
While they were here I made a new potato soup recipe that turned out to be a hit. Daughter took a bite and said, "Is this a Paula Deen or a Melanie?"
I had to laugh. She knows me too well.
The recipe did start with a Paula recipe but then I added my own spin. The part I love is that it is made in the crockpot.
Pay no attention to the fat content. LALALALA...
Crockpot Potato Soup
1 32 oz. bag frozen hashbrowns
3-4 stalks celery, chopped
1 small onion, chopped
1/3 cup chopped or thinly sliced carrots
3 cans chicken broth (I used leftover homemade stock)
1 can cream of chicken soup
3 TBS. butter (divided)
1 8 oz. block cream cheese, cubed
In saucepan, saute celery, onions and carrots in 1 Tbs. butter or olive oil until celery and onions are soft. Add hashbrowns, celery, onions, carrots, chicken broth, cream of chicken soup, and remaining butter to crock pot. Cook on low for 4-5 hours, until potatoes are tender. Add cream cheese; cook another 30 minutes or until cream cheese is melted and soup is thickened.
I also added some leftover mashed potatoes to the mixture to thicken it. With the homemade chicken stock, I did not need to add salt. If you use canned broth, be sure to salt and pepper to taste.
To make it extra yummy, add one cup of freshly grated mozarella cheese when you add the cream cheese.
Garnish with green onions or parsley.
YUM!
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
Random Dozen
What would I do without Linda?
We've had family visiting over the last week and I'm a little behind with blogging. I sat on the sofa to dust off the laptop, and Linda saves the day with this week's Random Dozen.
1. So I was thinking about how Jon Bon Jovi never seems to age much. His hair is smaller nowadays, but he still manages to look like a boy somehow. And then that made me think of the story of Dorian Gray. Question: If you physically lock in one age for yourself, which would you choose and why?
I'd pick 27. My skin, hair and figure all looked their best. Too bad I can't hop in the DeLorean and go back in time.
2. What is the best dish that you cook or bake (your piece de resistance?)
Hubs likes my chicken salad (surprise chicken salad) and my pot roast (he says I hooked him with it!)
Daughter likes my fried chicken.
3. When you feel blue, what is one strategy you use to help yourself back to normal?
I eat sweets. I wouldn't call it a strategy.
I usually feel better after some rest. Catching up on sleep and just recharging is always good for the blues.
4. When was the last time you danced in public?
I can't remember!
5. Do you consider yourself a realist or dreamer?
Painful. Realist.
6. As a parent, what is one thing that you have done well?
Teaching that there is a definite right and wrong.
7. Which is your favorite character on the Andy Griffith show?
Floyd. There was a guy in our church youth group who could do an awesome imitation of Floyd saying, "Ohh... Andy."
I love Floyd's subtle comedy.
8. On a scale of 1-10, how much do you know about Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.?
Maybe a 6 or 7.
9. Have you never been mellow? Have you never tried … to find a comfort from in side you? (Sorry, Jorge was singing that song just now, and it just seemed to be perfect timing as I was creating this week’s questions.) REAL question: What is your #1 driving pet peeve?
Cell phones. Sometimes I wish I had a bumper sticker that read, "Hang up and drive."
Then again, they'd never read it because they are too busy talking on the phone.
Not that I have an opinion about it.
10. Which color best represents your mood today? Care to elaborate?
Pasty white from the winter blahs.
I could use a nap and some sunshine. I'm ready for Spring!
11. If your spouse were an animal, which would he/she be?
Some kind of monkey or a gorilla. He is goofy and fun but when it comes to taking care of his family, he could be a real silverback. (I love him for that!)
12. What activity takes up the bulk of your time on an average day?
Cleaning something. It's all a big blur.
We've had family visiting over the last week and I'm a little behind with blogging. I sat on the sofa to dust off the laptop, and Linda saves the day with this week's Random Dozen.
1. So I was thinking about how Jon Bon Jovi never seems to age much. His hair is smaller nowadays, but he still manages to look like a boy somehow. And then that made me think of the story of Dorian Gray. Question: If you physically lock in one age for yourself, which would you choose and why?
I'd pick 27. My skin, hair and figure all looked their best. Too bad I can't hop in the DeLorean and go back in time.
2. What is the best dish that you cook or bake (your piece de resistance?)
Hubs likes my chicken salad (surprise chicken salad) and my pot roast (he says I hooked him with it!)
Daughter likes my fried chicken.
3. When you feel blue, what is one strategy you use to help yourself back to normal?
I eat sweets. I wouldn't call it a strategy.
I usually feel better after some rest. Catching up on sleep and just recharging is always good for the blues.
4. When was the last time you danced in public?
I can't remember!
5. Do you consider yourself a realist or dreamer?
Painful. Realist.
6. As a parent, what is one thing that you have done well?
Teaching that there is a definite right and wrong.
7. Which is your favorite character on the Andy Griffith show?
Floyd. There was a guy in our church youth group who could do an awesome imitation of Floyd saying, "Ohh... Andy."
I love Floyd's subtle comedy.
8. On a scale of 1-10, how much do you know about Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.?
Maybe a 6 or 7.
9. Have you never been mellow? Have you never tried … to find a comfort from in side you? (Sorry, Jorge was singing that song just now, and it just seemed to be perfect timing as I was creating this week’s questions.) REAL question: What is your #1 driving pet peeve?
Cell phones. Sometimes I wish I had a bumper sticker that read, "Hang up and drive."
Then again, they'd never read it because they are too busy talking on the phone.
Not that I have an opinion about it.
10. Which color best represents your mood today? Care to elaborate?
Pasty white from the winter blahs.
I could use a nap and some sunshine. I'm ready for Spring!
11. If your spouse were an animal, which would he/she be?
Some kind of monkey or a gorilla. He is goofy and fun but when it comes to taking care of his family, he could be a real silverback. (I love him for that!)
12. What activity takes up the bulk of your time on an average day?
Cleaning something. It's all a big blur.
Friday, January 15, 2010
Hopping Off The Bike
Our group had purchased a bike for Nathan as well as clothes, some games, and other teen guy things. Each were carefully wrapped with pretty ribbons and bows. Even with all our effort, that huge plastic bag could not disguise the bike...
Join me for a cup over at The Internet Cafe today and read the rest of the story.
Join me for a cup over at The Internet Cafe today and read the rest of the story.
Thursday, January 14, 2010
Random Dozen- Junk foods and junkies
I'm positing this a day late. I don't think Linda will care because we are pretend BFF's.
1. When was the last time you craved a food--what was it, and did you cave?
Last night. It was Peanut Butter. Peter Pan, to be exact.
Yes. I only ate one spoonful, so I did have restraint. We have one jar for Daughter and I to eat out of and another for Hubs to have if he wants peanut butter. I guess he thinks it's gross to get peanut butter from a jar where I've double (and triple) dipped. Whatever.
2. M & M's or Skittles?
M & M's. No contest.
3. Have you ever read the Bible completely through?
No, but I've started and then fizzled out in about March or April.
4. How long does it take you to really wake up in the morning?
Seriously? About 2 hours. I don't lie. The other morning I was making my coffee and I almost put Benefiber in the coffee maker.
It wouldn't have tasted good, but I would have felt wonderful.
5. Have you ever been on a cruise? If not, would you like to?
No, and I'll have to say "no." I have said that if I ever did go on a cruise it would be along the Mediterranean so I could hit all my fav destinations at once- Spain, Italy and Greece. Besides that, I like my feet on land, but where I can dip my toes in water.
6. Who is your favorite actress?
Hmmmm... if I have to pick and I suppose I do because Linda makes up the rules... I'd say Sandra Bullock. She tends to take parts that are mostly decent. At least, to far.
7. ______ is something that I will just never understand.
Only one blank?
Chess
8. How much of a technology junkie are you?
Not at all. I think it's cool, but I never would go out and purchase something because it's cool. I do like a cool laptop, though.
I said cool a lot. That is not cool.
9. Do you enjoy selecting greeting cards for people, or is it more of a cultural "have to" for you?
I LOVE buying cards. Sometimes I look for cards just for fun and save them for a birthday that is months later. I am such a nerd.
10. When was the last time you got a new style/haircut?
I try pretty much every time I walk in but somehow I walk out with the exact same haircut.
11. What do you enjoy shopping for most?
I love shopping for gifts. It ranks right up there with picking out a card. Other than that, I love shopping for linens. I am a sucker for the white sale.
12. What's the last thing you think of before you leave the house?
Did I turn off the curling iron?
That totally dated me, didn't it?
See Lid for more posts.
1. When was the last time you craved a food--what was it, and did you cave?
Last night. It was Peanut Butter. Peter Pan, to be exact.
Yes. I only ate one spoonful, so I did have restraint. We have one jar for Daughter and I to eat out of and another for Hubs to have if he wants peanut butter. I guess he thinks it's gross to get peanut butter from a jar where I've double (and triple) dipped. Whatever.
2. M & M's or Skittles?
M & M's. No contest.
3. Have you ever read the Bible completely through?
No, but I've started and then fizzled out in about March or April.
4. How long does it take you to really wake up in the morning?
Seriously? About 2 hours. I don't lie. The other morning I was making my coffee and I almost put Benefiber in the coffee maker.
It wouldn't have tasted good, but I would have felt wonderful.
5. Have you ever been on a cruise? If not, would you like to?
No, and I'll have to say "no." I have said that if I ever did go on a cruise it would be along the Mediterranean so I could hit all my fav destinations at once- Spain, Italy and Greece. Besides that, I like my feet on land, but where I can dip my toes in water.
6. Who is your favorite actress?
Hmmmm... if I have to pick and I suppose I do because Linda makes up the rules... I'd say Sandra Bullock. She tends to take parts that are mostly decent. At least, to far.
7. ______ is something that I will just never understand.
Only one blank?
Chess
8. How much of a technology junkie are you?
Not at all. I think it's cool, but I never would go out and purchase something because it's cool. I do like a cool laptop, though.
I said cool a lot. That is not cool.
9. Do you enjoy selecting greeting cards for people, or is it more of a cultural "have to" for you?
I LOVE buying cards. Sometimes I look for cards just for fun and save them for a birthday that is months later. I am such a nerd.
10. When was the last time you got a new style/haircut?
I try pretty much every time I walk in but somehow I walk out with the exact same haircut.
11. What do you enjoy shopping for most?
I love shopping for gifts. It ranks right up there with picking out a card. Other than that, I love shopping for linens. I am a sucker for the white sale.
Did I turn off the curling iron?
That totally dated me, didn't it?
See Lid for more posts.
Wednesday, January 13, 2010
Faces
I had a post all prepared for today. It really says nothing. A silly rant dusted with sarcasm. You know, the usual.
But I just can't post it.
I keep thinking of Haiti.
Our Compassion sponsored child lives there. I have no idea of where her little village is in relation to the massive earthquake. She could be perfectly safe, unscathed, unaffected. She could be trapped beneath the weight of a collapsed roof.
Or worse.
I think about her family and her friends and wonder if they are safe. I think about her country and what little resources it has to offer.
I think about my God who is with her right now. Even if her tear-stained face is never seen on FoxNews, He sees it. He holds it in his hands and wipes away the pain.
Today I pray for all the faces of Haiti.
I hope you will, too.
But I just can't post it.
I keep thinking of Haiti.
Our Compassion sponsored child lives there. I have no idea of where her little village is in relation to the massive earthquake. She could be perfectly safe, unscathed, unaffected. She could be trapped beneath the weight of a collapsed roof.
Or worse.
I think about her family and her friends and wonder if they are safe. I think about her country and what little resources it has to offer.
I think about my God who is with her right now. Even if her tear-stained face is never seen on FoxNews, He sees it. He holds it in his hands and wipes away the pain.
Today I pray for all the faces of Haiti.
I hope you will, too.
Tuesday, January 12, 2010
DIY: Keeping My Sanity 101
January and February are the blah months.
Look out the window and see the weather. Blah.
Look at my pale skin. Blah.
Not much to look forward to after coming off the Thanksgiving/Christmas Holiday High. Blah.
I can tend to get the blues in these months, but I've come up with a way to help. My method is cheaper than therapy and without the side effects of Prozac.
A few years ago we were putting away our Christmas directions and I decided to take the opportunity to organize things. I mean, hey, you've got the boxes. Right? After organizing, I rearranged furniture, changed bedding, rotated table linens, and even found a few new things on sale.
Doing something, having a goal, helps with the blahs and sprucing up the house always cheers me up.
So, that's what we've been doing around here. I've organized closets, Hubs has hung shelves and even organized the garage. (If it were not for my junk drawer, you'd think I'd gone all Martha on y'all.)
I've found a few bargains for the house- some new kitchen towels, a floral arrangement for the fireplace (complete with real peacock feathers.) In all, I haven't spent a lot of money.
If a girl really wants to go all out, now is the time of year to find some great bargains everywhere. January is inventory time and stores are ready to get rid of as much stock as possible. You can find linens, home decor and sometimes furniture on sale.
Okay, so maybe it's not cheaper than therapy.
What about y'all? What do you do to beat the winter blahs?
Look out the window and see the weather. Blah.
Look at my pale skin. Blah.
Not much to look forward to after coming off the Thanksgiving/Christmas Holiday High. Blah.
I can tend to get the blues in these months, but I've come up with a way to help. My method is cheaper than therapy and without the side effects of Prozac.
A few years ago we were putting away our Christmas directions and I decided to take the opportunity to organize things. I mean, hey, you've got the boxes. Right? After organizing, I rearranged furniture, changed bedding, rotated table linens, and even found a few new things on sale.
Doing something, having a goal, helps with the blahs and sprucing up the house always cheers me up.
So, that's what we've been doing around here. I've organized closets, Hubs has hung shelves and even organized the garage. (If it were not for my junk drawer, you'd think I'd gone all Martha on y'all.)
I've found a few bargains for the house- some new kitchen towels, a floral arrangement for the fireplace (complete with real peacock feathers.) In all, I haven't spent a lot of money.
If a girl really wants to go all out, now is the time of year to find some great bargains everywhere. January is inventory time and stores are ready to get rid of as much stock as possible. You can find linens, home decor and sometimes furniture on sale.
Okay, so maybe it's not cheaper than therapy.
What about y'all? What do you do to beat the winter blahs?
Monday, January 11, 2010
A Weekend to End All Hope For All Weekends. Plus, the answer to the ringtone quiz.
I just read a few bloggers' recaps of their weekends. Compared to y'all, my life is Snoozeville.
My weekend went something like this.
Friday we stayed home and had leftovers for dinner. The frigid temps prevented me from even wanting to venture out.
On Saturday, we did some projects around the house, I returned a lamp at Hobby Lobby and purchased a green arrangement to put in front of our fireplace (the fake one.) The arrangement is nice on its own, but I wanted to add some oomph. I bought some peacock feathers which I assumed were fake to add to the greenery.
Ahem.
Tonight I mentioned that they were fake and Hubs informed me that they are real. I plucked them from the arrangement, we both inspected them and determined that they are real.
Hubs tried to encourage me by saying that peacocks shed their feathers. I mentioned that these peacock feathers were from China and I'm pretty sure the Chinese don't stand around and wait for the peacock's feathers to fall out.
Oh, the guilt.
Poor little peacock, I'm sorry. I hope you'll accept my apology and please know that I will take good care of your plumage.
I'm not much of an animal activist but there are a few weak spots for me- whales, sea turtles and birds.
Except for pigeons.
Back to the weekend.
Today we went to church, lounged around the house, finished some other projects (we are on a roll!) and watched Maggie sleep. She sleeps a lot these days. I believe she has officially entered retirement. However, she is a cat, so how would you know?
I also went to the grocery store and bought a cart load of groceries. It was very exciting.
That's my weekend.
Congrats to Amy who was the first to guess that my new ringtone is the Seinfeld TV theme song. I am so transparent! And, Amy, you are right. It is a cool ringtone!
Happy Monday!
My weekend went something like this.
Friday we stayed home and had leftovers for dinner. The frigid temps prevented me from even wanting to venture out.
On Saturday, we did some projects around the house, I returned a lamp at Hobby Lobby and purchased a green arrangement to put in front of our fireplace (the fake one.) The arrangement is nice on its own, but I wanted to add some oomph. I bought some peacock feathers which I assumed were fake to add to the greenery.
Ahem.
Tonight I mentioned that they were fake and Hubs informed me that they are real. I plucked them from the arrangement, we both inspected them and determined that they are real.
Hubs tried to encourage me by saying that peacocks shed their feathers. I mentioned that these peacock feathers were from China and I'm pretty sure the Chinese don't stand around and wait for the peacock's feathers to fall out.
Oh, the guilt.
Poor little peacock, I'm sorry. I hope you'll accept my apology and please know that I will take good care of your plumage.
I'm not much of an animal activist but there are a few weak spots for me- whales, sea turtles and birds.
Except for pigeons.
Back to the weekend.
Today we went to church, lounged around the house, finished some other projects (we are on a roll!) and watched Maggie sleep. She sleeps a lot these days. I believe she has officially entered retirement. However, she is a cat, so how would you know?
I also went to the grocery store and bought a cart load of groceries. It was very exciting.
That's my weekend.
Congrats to Amy who was the first to guess that my new ringtone is the Seinfeld TV theme song. I am so transparent! And, Amy, you are right. It is a cool ringtone!
Happy Monday!
Saturday, January 09, 2010
It's like a little game show, except without all the cool prizes.
I'm learning all the little tricks with my new phone. Hubs has started to text me so I can text back. I'd like to believe it is just so he can keep in touch and we can grow closer as a couple, but I know he's really doing it so I can practice.
He also told me he would download a cool ringtone for me. He offered to customize the ringtones so I would know who calls. Truth is, there are only about five people who have my cell phone number. Only one or two of them actually call me on my cell. As you can see, customization is really unnecessary.
However, I did want him to customize my rings indicating a call, a text or a voicemail, so he did.
Now on to the contest.
Are you still here?
Throw out a comment and see if you can guess my main ringtone. You should be able to guess if you have read this blog for a while. (The tones for text and voicemail just can't be guessed. Too obscure.)
I'll give you a hint:
Think themes.
I'll throw out more hints if no one guesses correctly.
He also told me he would download a cool ringtone for me. He offered to customize the ringtones so I would know who calls. Truth is, there are only about five people who have my cell phone number. Only one or two of them actually call me on my cell. As you can see, customization is really unnecessary.
However, I did want him to customize my rings indicating a call, a text or a voicemail, so he did.
Now on to the contest.
Are you still here?
Throw out a comment and see if you can guess my main ringtone. You should be able to guess if you have read this blog for a while. (The tones for text and voicemail just can't be guessed. Too obscure.)
I'll give you a hint:
Think themes.
I'll throw out more hints if no one guesses correctly.
Wednesday, January 06, 2010
Best Dishes
I'm sitting here sipping coffee and watching Paula. She is on her second recipe and she has already used nearly five sticks of butter.
She's a woman after my own heart.
Plus, she said she'd love to offer her viewers one of the beaters from her hand mixer.
Maybe it's just one of those days. Or maybe it's the butter. Or Paula. I just had a flashback of a moment in the kitchen with Mama, flour dusting the counter, bits of sugar crunching 'neath the mixing bowl, the smell of the gas oven pre-heating for a cake.
And the taste of cake batter as I lick those beaters clean.
Yum.
In childhood, you should never skip the butter.
She's a woman after my own heart.
Plus, she said she'd love to offer her viewers one of the beaters from her hand mixer.
Maybe it's just one of those days. Or maybe it's the butter. Or Paula. I just had a flashback of a moment in the kitchen with Mama, flour dusting the counter, bits of sugar crunching 'neath the mixing bowl, the smell of the gas oven pre-heating for a cake.
And the taste of cake batter as I lick those beaters clean.
Yum.
In childhood, you should never skip the butter.
Monday, January 04, 2010
It sure beats looking for gum.
Well, look at that. I haven't written anything since last year.
That sounds so dramatic.
I don't know about y'all, but vacation is over at our house. We've celebrated 'til the cows come home (and around here that could be used in the literal sense) and we've rested nearly into a vegetative state.
So, real world, here we come. We're back and we're dressed (which is a huge change from lounging around in our pajamas.)
Homeschool began for us today. I'd like to stay it started with a bang but I'd be lying. It's more like a poof. But we started and we will get into a good routine this week. It takes a while to remember that a normal day does not begin with corn flakes on the couch and an hour of Spongebob.
Last night I rounded out the vacation with a fun celebration. My friend L just turned 40. She doesn't look a day over 25. I'm not kidding.
It was a surprise party with a small group of ladies who are all a hoot. L was escorted in the restaurant wearing a blinky tiara and a pink feather boa completely with grace and style. Only L could do that.
Happy Birthday L. You make 40...er... thirty-nine look good. Hold on to that feather boa. I may ask to borrow it in about 11 months.
From your 110 pound friend.
(Last clever line stolen straight from a birthday card. This aging thing is killing my creativity.)
That sounds so dramatic.
I don't know about y'all, but vacation is over at our house. We've celebrated 'til the cows come home (and around here that could be used in the literal sense) and we've rested nearly into a vegetative state.
So, real world, here we come. We're back and we're dressed (which is a huge change from lounging around in our pajamas.)
Homeschool began for us today. I'd like to stay it started with a bang but I'd be lying. It's more like a poof. But we started and we will get into a good routine this week. It takes a while to remember that a normal day does not begin with corn flakes on the couch and an hour of Spongebob.
Last night I rounded out the vacation with a fun celebration. My friend L just turned 40. She doesn't look a day over 25. I'm not kidding.
It was a surprise party with a small group of ladies who are all a hoot. L was escorted in the restaurant wearing a blinky tiara and a pink feather boa completely with grace and style. Only L could do that.
Happy Birthday L. You make 40...er... thirty-nine look good. Hold on to that feather boa. I may ask to borrow it in about 11 months.
From your 110 pound friend.
(Last clever line stolen straight from a birthday card. This aging thing is killing my creativity.)
Thursday, December 31, 2009
Welcome To The Party
So, it's New Year's Eve once again. I've celebrated thirty-er... something New Year's Eves and most of them turn out the same.
I stay up really late, eat junk food, then sleep in the next day. It's all very exciting.
Hubs keeps saying we're going to play a game one of these years. It's called Hiding Gum. The rules per Hubs are 1) One person hides sticks of gum all over the house 2) Everyone else tries to find it.
You can see why we've never played it.
If you're new to this blog, you don't realize that the Hiding Gum game is a sort of a joke and perfectly normal for Hubs all at the same time.
We will be home tonight, eating chili and watching TV. No parties this year (or any year, one doesn't receive many invitations when all they bring to the party is Juicy Fruit.)
This leads me to one question: Has anyone seen the Wally World commercial with the product demonstrator?
The lady doing the demonstration looks nothing like the ones I see at Wally World. She is about fifty years younger, much more perky and pleasant. She demonstrates every small appliance in the store.
Overachiever.
The part that sends me over the edge is when she follows a customer home and helps her with her party. Who invites a Wally World employee to their house to help them make meatballs? Isn't that a little creepy?
I suppose they'd be really good at greeting guests at the door (tee hee.)
It really is pathetic when a Wally World employee receives more party invitations than I do. I'll bet she never plays Hiding Gum.
Happy New Year.
Beware of party guests in blue vests. (sound of wolf howling in the distance)
You're welcome.
I stay up really late, eat junk food, then sleep in the next day. It's all very exciting.
Hubs keeps saying we're going to play a game one of these years. It's called Hiding Gum. The rules per Hubs are 1) One person hides sticks of gum all over the house 2) Everyone else tries to find it.
You can see why we've never played it.
If you're new to this blog, you don't realize that the Hiding Gum game is a sort of a joke and perfectly normal for Hubs all at the same time.
We will be home tonight, eating chili and watching TV. No parties this year (or any year, one doesn't receive many invitations when all they bring to the party is Juicy Fruit.)
This leads me to one question: Has anyone seen the Wally World commercial with the product demonstrator?
The lady doing the demonstration looks nothing like the ones I see at Wally World. She is about fifty years younger, much more perky and pleasant. She demonstrates every small appliance in the store.
Overachiever.
The part that sends me over the edge is when she follows a customer home and helps her with her party. Who invites a Wally World employee to their house to help them make meatballs? Isn't that a little creepy?
I suppose they'd be really good at greeting guests at the door (tee hee.)
It really is pathetic when a Wally World employee receives more party invitations than I do. I'll bet she never plays Hiding Gum.
Happy New Year.
Beware of party guests in blue vests. (sound of wolf howling in the distance)
You're welcome.
Monday, December 28, 2009
Sightings in Smalltown
This year Hubs gave me a new cell phone for Christmas. I have always been a bit behind-the-times when it comes to technology. I usually don't go for the newest gadget just because it's new, and I always have to be convinced I need it.
Okay, so I'm still not convinced that I need it.
But my new phone is pretty cool.
Plus, Nancy will be happy to know that now when she texts me, I can text her back. Once I figure that out. And no, I am not ninety.
My old phone was fairly simple. I could dial (even my verbs are dated) and receive a text. I could send one as well, but I didn't have the little keypad like all the cool middle schoolers. Now I have a keypad and the ability to access the NET and take pictures.
Fancy.
It will all be quite nice once I've read the little instruction booklet.
Today I could have kicked myself for not reading it yet because, you will not believe what I saw in SmallTown today.
Daughter and I pulled into Hobby Lobby and there at the end of the parking lot, near the intersection was the strangest sight.
A camel.
Yes, a camel. There with the camel was a man I assume was his (or her?) owner, along with a pick-up truck and a trailer. People were lining up to put their small offspring on said camel for who knows what amount of money.
It was then that I wished I could use my new fancy phone and take a picture for y'all.
Drat.
Or should I say, "Dromedary?"
Okay, so I'm still not convinced that I need it.
But my new phone is pretty cool.
Plus, Nancy will be happy to know that now when she texts me, I can text her back. Once I figure that out. And no, I am not ninety.
My old phone was fairly simple. I could dial (even my verbs are dated) and receive a text. I could send one as well, but I didn't have the little keypad like all the cool middle schoolers. Now I have a keypad and the ability to access the NET and take pictures.
Fancy.
It will all be quite nice once I've read the little instruction booklet.
Today I could have kicked myself for not reading it yet because, you will not believe what I saw in SmallTown today.
Daughter and I pulled into Hobby Lobby and there at the end of the parking lot, near the intersection was the strangest sight.
A camel.
Yes, a camel. There with the camel was a man I assume was his (or her?) owner, along with a pick-up truck and a trailer. People were lining up to put their small offspring on said camel for who knows what amount of money.
It was then that I wished I could use my new fancy phone and take a picture for y'all.
Drat.
Or should I say, "Dromedary?"
Friday, December 25, 2009
As I stagger from all the carbs
Now that I'm awake from my turkey and Reese's cup-induced coma, I'd like to wish all of you a very, merry Christmas.
Hope it was grand!
Just FYI- baked mashed potatoes with mozzarella cheese is de-lish. Just sayin.'
Pardon me while I reach for another Reese's...
Hope it was grand!
Just FYI- baked mashed potatoes with mozzarella cheese is de-lish. Just sayin.'
Pardon me while I reach for another Reese's...
Tuesday, December 22, 2009
I never claimed to be Bill Gates or Thomas Edison.
There's one little bit of information I left out of last week's posts, the few that I wrote anyway.
Hubs was out of town.
You can understand why I almost always wait to tell you about Hubs' out-of-town events because, as my Mama and Granny would say, "there is meanness in this world."
Really, I don't believe that there are people out there who wait for Hubs to leave and then track my home down with the ISP address, but there's another thing I inherited from Granny (other than her tendency towards bunions) and that is paranoia.
In a completely healthy form.
My people lock their doors. They lock their windows. They pull the curtains to block out peeping toms. If my grandmother could have experienced the Internet, she would tell me to protect myself from the people who could possibly wait for Hubs to leave and then track my home with my ISP address. If she knew what an ISP address actually was.
So, Hubs came home on Saturday. He was here for only a few hours before we had to head out for a Christmas party. Before he even whined a little at the Christmas tie I picked out for him, he assessed my computer problems.
While he was gone, I emailed him about my potential computer tragedy.
I had been printing pictures for Christmas cards and decided to download some new pics from our camera. I plugged in the camera, pushed a few buttons, then the computer screen went dark. Every time I tried to turn on the computer, I could hear a hum, but nothing really happened.
SO.
When Hubs came home from his trip, he went into our computer room to assess the problem.
"What does it do?"
"Watch. Try to turn it on. Nothing happens. It's like it's trying to come on and never does."
After pushing the button and fiddling with the mouse to read the screen, Hubs immediately figured out the problem.
"It's not getting any power. Is it plugged in?"
He reached around the hard drive and saw that a cord had come loose.
"That's why it was going into power save. It was trying to save power because it didn't have any."
He plugged everything back in, and wouldn't you know it? The computer works just fine.
Electricity is amazing.
Tomorrow I am going to put in a cement pond.
Hubs was out of town.
You can understand why I almost always wait to tell you about Hubs' out-of-town events because, as my Mama and Granny would say, "there is meanness in this world."
Really, I don't believe that there are people out there who wait for Hubs to leave and then track my home down with the ISP address, but there's another thing I inherited from Granny (other than her tendency towards bunions) and that is paranoia.
In a completely healthy form.
My people lock their doors. They lock their windows. They pull the curtains to block out peeping toms. If my grandmother could have experienced the Internet, she would tell me to protect myself from the people who could possibly wait for Hubs to leave and then track my home with my ISP address. If she knew what an ISP address actually was.
So, Hubs came home on Saturday. He was here for only a few hours before we had to head out for a Christmas party. Before he even whined a little at the Christmas tie I picked out for him, he assessed my computer problems.
While he was gone, I emailed him about my potential computer tragedy.
I had been printing pictures for Christmas cards and decided to download some new pics from our camera. I plugged in the camera, pushed a few buttons, then the computer screen went dark. Every time I tried to turn on the computer, I could hear a hum, but nothing really happened.
SO.
When Hubs came home from his trip, he went into our computer room to assess the problem.
"What does it do?"
"Watch. Try to turn it on. Nothing happens. It's like it's trying to come on and never does."
After pushing the button and fiddling with the mouse to read the screen, Hubs immediately figured out the problem.
"It's not getting any power. Is it plugged in?"
He reached around the hard drive and saw that a cord had come loose.
"That's why it was going into power save. It was trying to save power because it didn't have any."
He plugged everything back in, and wouldn't you know it? The computer works just fine.
Electricity is amazing.
Tomorrow I am going to put in a cement pond.
Wednesday, December 16, 2009
Linky Love
If this post by Carpoolqueen doesn't motivate you to organize your bathroom cabinets, I don't know what will.
I haven't laughed so hard in a very long time.
I haven't laughed so hard in a very long time.
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
Linda's Random Dozen: MERRY CHRISTMAS and all that.
1. Gingerbread: For or against? Discuss.
I can take it or leave it. I can't say that I've had a lot of homemade gingerbread. When I have, it has been good. I often enjoy the smell more than the taste. I love ginger in other things, especially Chinese food.
2. Is it important to you to always stay (live) close to family?
It's a good thing it's not, or I'd be a miserable wreck! My family lives on the other side of the country. It would be nice to live closer, at least a few hours driving distance. I wish my daughter could see our family more often. I saw my grandparents at least once a month and grew up knowing them well. I hope she can have that some day.
3. Which holiday pretend character do you wish really existed?
I could say Santa, but then a real guy who lets kids sit on his lap at the mall and then breaks into houses at night, eating all your cookies, is pretty creepy.
So, I'll go with Frosty.
4. Which holiday movie best represents how you feel about Christmas or life?
I love A Christmas Story. Apart from the "tapestry of obscenites that as far as we know is still hanging in space over Lake Michigan," I love how the family is just keepin' it real. They love each other and try to make things nice for each other at Christmas. I love the mom.
Other movies are just too sappy for me. I have a heart, but I survive through humor.
5. Is there a particular Christmas song that you're enjoying now? Any that you're tired of?
I can't think of any particular one for this year. My favorite is The Little Drummer Boy. I am so glad we have passed the Grandma Got Run Over By A Reindeer era.
6. What is your favorite way to remember those less fortunate at Christmastime?
I think the best way to help is to ask God to show you a way. Sometimes it's putting money in the red kettle or giving to an angel tree. Sometimes it's a kind word of encouragement or a hot meal.
It's never a fruit cake.
7. Does it upset you to see "Xmas" instead of Christmas? How about "Happy Holidays" etc., instead of "Merry Christmas?"
Oh, man, Linda. You lit the fuse. Where do I begin?
First of all, does it hurt to use all the letters of "merry?" Do we really need to abbreviate? (No, it's an excuse.)
Second, when it's the 4th of July or Flag Day, do you say "Happy Holidays?" No? So, exactly which holiday are you celebrating on December 25?
Third, it's a FEDERAL HOLIDAY.
Not that I have an opinion or anything.
And, yes I acknowledge that there are other holidays in December that are equally important to people in this country. I'd be glad to wish you a happy one of those as well. Let's just not lump them all together and look silly doing it.
Whew. I feel better now.
8. How many Christmas programs are you attending this month?
Probably two.
I really wish I could have seen The Nutcracker this year. I miss that.
9. Are you dreaming of a white Christmas? Any chance of that dream becoming a reality?
It would be nice. I suppose it's possible.
10. Tell me about a Christmas present you received as a child. Pics are always nice.
I got a doll that I had requested from my parents. I spoiled the whole thing by peeking in my mom's closet and finding it weeks ahead of time. When I opened the doll, I burst into tears and confessed.
Lesson- Don't peek in other people's closets. Your Christmas will be rurnt (that's ruined.)
11. How many Christmas parties are you attending this month?
Too many to count. I'm party pooped.
12. How do you keep yourself centered on the significance of Christmas?
Being part of a weekly Bible study has helped a lot. I also try to take one day at a time (as I cross off the days left on the calendar to get things done!) Seriously, it is hard. I think you have to purposely focus on Christ to not be distracted by everything else. That goes for anything in life.
It's kind of like the hymn-
Turn your eyes upon Jesus.
Look full in His wonderful face.
And the things of earth will grow strangely dim
In the light of His glory and grace.
See Linda for more links and posts.
I can take it or leave it. I can't say that I've had a lot of homemade gingerbread. When I have, it has been good. I often enjoy the smell more than the taste. I love ginger in other things, especially Chinese food.
2. Is it important to you to always stay (live) close to family?
It's a good thing it's not, or I'd be a miserable wreck! My family lives on the other side of the country. It would be nice to live closer, at least a few hours driving distance. I wish my daughter could see our family more often. I saw my grandparents at least once a month and grew up knowing them well. I hope she can have that some day.
3. Which holiday pretend character do you wish really existed?
I could say Santa, but then a real guy who lets kids sit on his lap at the mall and then breaks into houses at night, eating all your cookies, is pretty creepy.
So, I'll go with Frosty.
4. Which holiday movie best represents how you feel about Christmas or life?
I love A Christmas Story. Apart from the "tapestry of obscenites that as far as we know is still hanging in space over Lake Michigan," I love how the family is just keepin' it real. They love each other and try to make things nice for each other at Christmas. I love the mom.
Other movies are just too sappy for me. I have a heart, but I survive through humor.
5. Is there a particular Christmas song that you're enjoying now? Any that you're tired of?
I can't think of any particular one for this year. My favorite is The Little Drummer Boy. I am so glad we have passed the Grandma Got Run Over By A Reindeer era.
6. What is your favorite way to remember those less fortunate at Christmastime?
I think the best way to help is to ask God to show you a way. Sometimes it's putting money in the red kettle or giving to an angel tree. Sometimes it's a kind word of encouragement or a hot meal.
It's never a fruit cake.
7. Does it upset you to see "Xmas" instead of Christmas? How about "Happy Holidays" etc., instead of "Merry Christmas?"
Oh, man, Linda. You lit the fuse. Where do I begin?
First of all, does it hurt to use all the letters of "merry?" Do we really need to abbreviate? (No, it's an excuse.)
Second, when it's the 4th of July or Flag Day, do you say "Happy Holidays?" No? So, exactly which holiday are you celebrating on December 25?
Third, it's a FEDERAL HOLIDAY.
Not that I have an opinion or anything.
And, yes I acknowledge that there are other holidays in December that are equally important to people in this country. I'd be glad to wish you a happy one of those as well. Let's just not lump them all together and look silly doing it.
Whew. I feel better now.
8. How many Christmas programs are you attending this month?
Probably two.
I really wish I could have seen The Nutcracker this year. I miss that.
9. Are you dreaming of a white Christmas? Any chance of that dream becoming a reality?
It would be nice. I suppose it's possible.
10. Tell me about a Christmas present you received as a child. Pics are always nice.
I got a doll that I had requested from my parents. I spoiled the whole thing by peeking in my mom's closet and finding it weeks ahead of time. When I opened the doll, I burst into tears and confessed.
Lesson- Don't peek in other people's closets. Your Christmas will be rurnt (that's ruined.)
11. How many Christmas parties are you attending this month?
Too many to count. I'm party pooped.
12. How do you keep yourself centered on the significance of Christmas?
Being part of a weekly Bible study has helped a lot. I also try to take one day at a time (as I cross off the days left on the calendar to get things done!) Seriously, it is hard. I think you have to purposely focus on Christ to not be distracted by everything else. That goes for anything in life.
It's kind of like the hymn-
Turn your eyes upon Jesus.
Look full in His wonderful face.
And the things of earth will grow strangely dim
In the light of His glory and grace.
See Linda for more links and posts.
Reality Check
First, thank you for your comments on yesterday's post. Many of you are like me, a stressed mess.
I also want to mention that I am not naive to believe that all women have a Godly husband. Many are married to non-believers or to men who are struggling with something. To those of you without support, please know that God cares for you. He honors those who continue to walk in His ways, especially when they have no support from their spouse.
Do not be discouraged. God is in control.
On a much sillier and less important note, the pitiful wreath I spoke of is still on my front door. The wreath itself is not too bad, but the bow is sad.
Now, in addition to card mailing and gift shopping, I have to make a bow.
Fortunately, I am of the bow making group. I take a bit of pride in that fact, especially since I am not a member of the cookie making group. (Unless slice and bake counts.)
Hey, not everyone is a Martha. In the biblical and Stewart sense.
Happy Tuesday.
Let me know- are you a bow maker or a cookie maker? Both? Okay, go ahead and brag.
I also want to mention that I am not naive to believe that all women have a Godly husband. Many are married to non-believers or to men who are struggling with something. To those of you without support, please know that God cares for you. He honors those who continue to walk in His ways, especially when they have no support from their spouse.
Do not be discouraged. God is in control.
On a much sillier and less important note, the pitiful wreath I spoke of is still on my front door. The wreath itself is not too bad, but the bow is sad.
Now, in addition to card mailing and gift shopping, I have to make a bow.
Fortunately, I am of the bow making group. I take a bit of pride in that fact, especially since I am not a member of the cookie making group. (Unless slice and bake counts.)
Hey, not everyone is a Martha. In the biblical and Stewart sense.
Happy Tuesday.
Let me know- are you a bow maker or a cookie maker? Both? Okay, go ahead and brag.
Monday, December 14, 2009
He was the husband of Mary.
Christmas is less than two weeks away. Our tree is just now decorated. There is a pitiful little wreath on our door which needs serious help, and I am not finished with my Christmas shopping.
Picture blogger pulling her hair out here.
I have finished most of the shopping for our out-of-town family and friends. I've even done most of the shopping for Daughter. I am not finished shopping for Hubs and I'm pretty sure he isn't finished (or started?) shopping for me.
Which reminds me, if you want to be thoroughly entertained on Christmas Eve, find a spot in a department store near the fragrance and jewelry section, and observe. Watch as frantic husbands search for the perfect gift.
When I worked in a department store, those poor clerks in fragrance and fine jewelry never got to go home early on Christmas Eve. They were bombarded with husbands who strolled in after work, within an hour before closing, to find a gift for their wives.
I worked in the children's department. By 4:00, our department was empty of customers. Every mom and grandma purchased their gifts from us weeks in advance, on sale, knowing all the correct sizes. A husband's' idea of correct sizing is holding up a cashmere sweater set and eyeballing it.
God love 'em. They try.
These last few days I've been rushing to get things done. I've been a stressed out wreck. At Christmas time, I always feel like I'm caught up in a tornado of commitments and duties, whirling around in a mess. And what is Hubs doing?
He's the one keeping me grounded. (Believe me, it takes a lot of patience.)
I've been thinking lately about another husband who doesn't get a lot of press this time of year. We hear about him briefly in Sunday School a few weeks before Christmas. Then, for the most part, his wife gets all the attention.
I'm talking, of course, about Joseph.
Joseph was a Godly and honorable man. When he first learned of Mary's condition, he considered dealing with it quietly. This wasn't because he didn't love her. He wanted to protect her from being put to death.
Instead, he trusted God and was obedient. Joseph took Mary as his wife and became the soon-to-be earthly father of Jesus.
When it came time to go to Bethlehem for the census, the birth of Jesus was drawing near. Joseph must have been afraid or, at best, concerned traveling with an expectant wife across rough terrain.
Still, trust and obedience. Jesus was born in a stable.
When Herod ordered the infant sons to be killed, God sent a warning to Joseph to flee. He took Mary and Jesus to Egypt, protecting them all from death.
Are you noticing a pattern?
Yes, we love to think about Mary, her faith and her love for Jesus. The thought of a young woman bringing the Savior into the world makes for a great story (and thank God, a true one.) But what about Joseph?
He doesn't get a lot of credit because he never asked for it. Instead, his trust and obedience to God point us straight to Jesus.
I wonder what Joseph would be like if he could have been a husband of our times.
He may be the kind who works hard, reads his Bible, says the blessing at the table each night, and tucks the kids into bed. The quiet, strong one, the one you can depend on, who never complains.
He may be the kind who supports his wife while she spins like a top with commitments and Christmas stress.
If you have a Godly husband in your life, go right now and hug him. Tell him you love him and that you're glad he loves the Lord. Tell him you appreciate him, even when he thinks it goes unnoticed.
While you're at it, you may as well tell him your sweater size, too.
Picture blogger pulling her hair out here.
I have finished most of the shopping for our out-of-town family and friends. I've even done most of the shopping for Daughter. I am not finished shopping for Hubs and I'm pretty sure he isn't finished (or started?) shopping for me.
Which reminds me, if you want to be thoroughly entertained on Christmas Eve, find a spot in a department store near the fragrance and jewelry section, and observe. Watch as frantic husbands search for the perfect gift.
When I worked in a department store, those poor clerks in fragrance and fine jewelry never got to go home early on Christmas Eve. They were bombarded with husbands who strolled in after work, within an hour before closing, to find a gift for their wives.
I worked in the children's department. By 4:00, our department was empty of customers. Every mom and grandma purchased their gifts from us weeks in advance, on sale, knowing all the correct sizes. A husband's' idea of correct sizing is holding up a cashmere sweater set and eyeballing it.
God love 'em. They try.
These last few days I've been rushing to get things done. I've been a stressed out wreck. At Christmas time, I always feel like I'm caught up in a tornado of commitments and duties, whirling around in a mess. And what is Hubs doing?
He's the one keeping me grounded. (Believe me, it takes a lot of patience.)
I've been thinking lately about another husband who doesn't get a lot of press this time of year. We hear about him briefly in Sunday School a few weeks before Christmas. Then, for the most part, his wife gets all the attention.
I'm talking, of course, about Joseph.
Joseph was a Godly and honorable man. When he first learned of Mary's condition, he considered dealing with it quietly. This wasn't because he didn't love her. He wanted to protect her from being put to death.
Instead, he trusted God and was obedient. Joseph took Mary as his wife and became the soon-to-be earthly father of Jesus.
When it came time to go to Bethlehem for the census, the birth of Jesus was drawing near. Joseph must have been afraid or, at best, concerned traveling with an expectant wife across rough terrain.
Still, trust and obedience. Jesus was born in a stable.
When Herod ordered the infant sons to be killed, God sent a warning to Joseph to flee. He took Mary and Jesus to Egypt, protecting them all from death.
Are you noticing a pattern?
Yes, we love to think about Mary, her faith and her love for Jesus. The thought of a young woman bringing the Savior into the world makes for a great story (and thank God, a true one.) But what about Joseph?
He doesn't get a lot of credit because he never asked for it. Instead, his trust and obedience to God point us straight to Jesus.
I wonder what Joseph would be like if he could have been a husband of our times.
He may be the kind who works hard, reads his Bible, says the blessing at the table each night, and tucks the kids into bed. The quiet, strong one, the one you can depend on, who never complains.
He may be the kind who supports his wife while she spins like a top with commitments and Christmas stress.
If you have a Godly husband in your life, go right now and hug him. Tell him you love him and that you're glad he loves the Lord. Tell him you appreciate him, even when he thinks it goes unnoticed.
While you're at it, you may as well tell him your sweater size, too.
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