9/29/08

Even Festus Got To Have Apple Pie Once In A While

I had a show down today...

I felt like a shell-shocked Marshall Dillon today,
facing down a notorious gunslinger
on the dusty streets of Dodge City...

at one end of town, there was me...
tired. sugar-deprived. with an itchy fork finger.
and there at the other end of town was my foe...
looking cool. confident. and slightly delicious.

Someone brought in the TWO, yes, TWO leftover cakes
from a luncheon at church yesterday.
Put them on the conference room table.
Thought they'd be nice and share...
and it was a nice thing to do...a little too nice...

As I sat at the conference table at lunchtime and quietly ate my Frozen Diet Dinner, those TWO, yes TWO, cakes seemed to slowly make their way across the table. Closer and closer. I think I even heard the lid on one of them actually pop open by itself...

But after the six and half bites it took to finish that scrumptious FDD, I slowly stood up, my chair scraping across the floor. Backing away from the table, I laughed confidently at those TWO, yes TWO cakes. I wasn't going to turn my back on these guys today. Or put them on a paper plate and take them back to my desk. Not gonna happen on my watch.

Victoriously, I threw my empty FDD in the trash, and with a last triumphant glance, I left the conference room, having resisted TWO, yes TWO cakes, got on my horse and rode off into the sunset...

okay, maybe I could use a little sugar...
I called Mark 'Miss Kitty' when I got home.

9/26/08

It Finally Happened

Mark and I are now officially an "old married couple"

As we drove home, I thought about some events that had occurred tonight, that at the time I didn't think twice about. But in the quietness of the drive home, it came to me...

We ate dinner before 6:00 p.m.
We sat in the car and waited on each other to come out our respective stores
(me: Michaels, him: Lowe's)
When we did go into a store together,
at some point he actually carried my purse for me.
And then he found a bench to sit on as he waited.
We listened to a high school football game on the radio,
instead of music. We got home before 9:30 p.m.
And I immediately changed into the pink duster.

When did this happen? When did we become our parents?
Where was I when this happened? Where was Mark?
What happened to that late-nighting, corvette-driving, skinny-jeans wearing, cute couple?

When did they turn into that early-eating, mini-van driving, plus-size jean wearing, not-as-cute-as-they-used-to-be couple with three teenagers?


oh well, it was fun while it lasted...


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hey Mark! where'd you put my purse?

Maybe We'll Get To Go Out Again Before Valentine's Day

oh baby, was that stinkin' bloomin' onion good...

And I'm Asking For Extra Dipping Sauce Too!

Tell me if I look like a bad mother...

our two youngest teenagers are in the marching band,
and tonight is an away football game...

and Mark and I aren't going...

we're going out to dinner...without the kids...
to a place where there is no drive-thru...
you sit at a table, someone nice brings you good stuff to eat...
right there at the table!
there won't be any dishes to wash,
or telling anyone to chew with their mouths closed.
I could start to cry right now...

and the best part is, we have a GIFT CARD! Yipee!!!

one of our precious friends gave us a gift card...

Last Christmas.

It's now almost October.

you think its about time we went out?

So forget the question I asked,
I don't care if I look like a bad mother...
I'm eatin' a stinkin' blooming onion tonight!!!

9/22/08

She Was A Golden Gal

My two favorite blogger-girls recently wrote about cherished family moments and the births of their children (they're on my blog roll) and it got me thinking about my granny, Phyl.

Granny Phyl was my step, then later, adopted grandmother (our family tree is a little complicated).

Granny Phyl liked the Reds and sometimes she even watched the Braves. Making apple dumplings and crocheting were only interrupted by the occasional book. Her best friend was her calico cat named Annie, who liked to sit on a small ledge in the window of Granny's bedroom. Every fall, without fail, a canister of "Buckeyes" would come in the mail (for ya'll in the South, "Buckeyes" are chocolate covered peanut butter balls, made by the pound, not the cup). We would make our twice yearly trips to Granny's in the spring and fall (just in time for the World Series, which she always watched) and while we would visit, she might teach you how to knit, or maybe fashion a riding horse out of a old broom handle and a clean sock. Spiral notebooks with hand written recipes filled her small kitchen closet. Around her kitchen table is where we decided on our second child's name. And Granny's hands made the best Christmas present I have ever, ever received.

We weren't blood, but we were something just as good...

9/21/08

All I Wanted Was A Cherry Coke

I like to think of my blog as a place where I can share most parts of my life...I mean I can't write about every single detail of my life (I wouldn't have any friends left if I did) but this blog gives me a place to come clean about things in my life that I'm not exactly proud of...ashamed of really...so here's another part of me that I need to spill...

I have a really bad habit at Walmart...really at all stores...

I sometimes avoid the people
that have set up a table in front of the store...
again, only sometimes...

(okay, sometimes alot)

I'm not proud to say that in the past I have purposely avoided:

1. The Unbreakable Dishware Lady
(I have three teenagers, who bring their friends over...
nothing is unbreakable)
2. Fingerprinting Your Child
(my three got fingerprinted at school, for free...
the guy didn't seem to appreciate that information)
3. The Race Car Guy With The Amazing Car Wax
(the last time a car of ours got waxed was 1986)
4. Old Time Fashion Photography
(yeah, I need another picture of me in a long wool dress,
wearing a floppy hat, holding a parasol...six is enough)
5. Story Books For Your Preschooler
(which included making payments
until said preschoolers were in college)
and lastly...
6. Pit Bull Puppies (enough said)

Now there's an art to table-set-up-in-front-of-the store avoidance:

whenever possible, enter the store by way of another door
(Walmart's garden center is perfect for this technique,
but you run the risk of getting sprayed by the water hose guy)

if you must walk by them, make eye contact...
but only if you can look shifty-eyed,
like you might go crazy at any minute and turn over their table...
they'll smile nervously at you but won't stop you

walking behind a large group of teenagers,
nobody, and I mean nobody, wants them stopping at their table

walking really fast like you're in an emergency situation
and need to get in and out quickly
(I've got a cherry coke emergency! quick! everybody out of my way!)

and finally, when you're pulling into the parking lot
and you notice a table out front, make it easy...
just pull out and go to another store

of course there are people that I never avoid...
veterans (I always buy a poppy flower)
Girl Scouts (I can eat my weight and yours in Thin Mints)
anything to do with our local kids
(ball teams, band, school supplies, etc)
and church groups
(we have some ladies in our county who can bake
a sour cream pound cake like nobody's business)

but for those that continue to set up their card tables
in the hope that I'll stop and buy a lifetime supply of fish vitamins,

sorry...I don't have time today, I really need to run, I've got to get back home, didn't you hear? we've got a cherry coke emergency!...where's that garden center door?

9/20/08

Lillies Among Thorns

I have another blog...
I know, I need a swift kick to the head...

I don't know how often I'll post on it,
but I wanted a place that I could focus on the Word,
a place to share about the great women of the Bible.
its at www.lilliesamongthorns.blogspot.com
or you can just click on it on my blog roll...

heaven help me...
Love--
Deb

9/19/08

Life With Hayden: The Grizzly Adams Episode

my son has a hatchet in his hand,
and a don't-mess-with-me look on his sweet face...

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What I think Hayden was thinking:
"I get to throw a hatchet, just like that Highlander guy,
this is gonna be so cool!"

What I was thinking:
maybe he'll only cut off a toe,
I can deal with a missing toe,
anything else and I'm gonna need professional help...

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Hayden: steady...steady
Mom: how close is that thing to his head?!?!

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Hayden: ready to release...
Mom: for heaven's sake, let go of it already,
so I can tell 911 exactly what part of you you've cut off!

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Hayden: I did it! Cool! I wonder if I can do it again?
Mom: He did it! Cool! I wonder how much I have to pay him not to do it again?

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Hayden: why is mom taking a picture of my feet?
Mom: everybody still there?
Whew...thank goodness, no trip to the ER today...

My Former BFF

I'm playing hooky from tonight's football game...I've already planned it out...send the kids and Mark to the game, turn the electronics off, enjoy the quiet, and just read a book...

not too long ago, I wouldn't have gone for the book as much as I would have gone for the binky...

what's a binky? Barb H. knows...

I'm starting to make a cooing sound like a baby dove, just thinking about the binky...

the binky I would lay on my chest and pet...
the binky I would carry around with me when I got off the couch,
so no one else would touch it...
the binky that has been dropped, stepped on, taped together, stuck in couch cushions, kicked under coffee tables, and soaked by spilled sodas so many times we had to take out insurance on it...

the binky
otherwise known as...
the remote

my binky has been retired for a little while now...I needed to make some changes and binky was one of them...and like most co-dependent relationships, the parting of the ways was difficult.

I had to have an intervention, and it wasn't pretty. Lots of crying, letters from loved ones were read, and finally, after much turmoil, I agreed to make a change...

I put binky in a drawer.

so there binky stays, sometimes making a guest appearance, but mostly just hanging out in its drawer with the other binkys...

yes, there was more than one binky,
but at least now they have each other for company...

9/15/08

Yes I'll Have Some Cheese

I've kept a journal going for years,
something that I've done since I got my first diary
on my 10th birthday...
(it was pocket size, hard cover in red with a lock...
maybe 4 lines for each day of the year...)

Now I have a bottom dresser drawer full of them...I use one-subject wide rule spiral notebooks, and it takes me a couple of months to fill one up. I usually get a notebook with something or someone on the cover...right now I'm writing in a notebook that features the cast from "High School Musical"...I didn't have one here at the house so Taryn gave me one of hers...and let me tell ya, that Zac kid is cute!

Once in awhile I get into the dresser drawer and pull an old notebook, just to take a look...and I've discovered something about myself...

I'm a journal whiner.

In my day to day life, I don't usually whine...I complain sometimes but I'm generally not a whiner...but get a pen in my hand and I'm as whiny as a 4 year old who hasn't had a nap.

I journal whine about all sorts of things...I started to make a list, but it was tooo looonnnggg (whiny writing in italics, foot stomping and pouting to soon commense)

but a few whiny highlights I can share...
theme parks, mosquitoes, television,
hair cuts, driving and going up steps...
yes its that pathetic...

So if I don't want my children and grandchildren to someday read how whiny their mother/grandmother really was, I guess I need to stop the whining from now on. And the next time I write in my "HSM" notebook, maybe I should leave a special note about the day I confessed my journal whining on the internet. Maybe ask the future generations to read my journals with a grain of salt and a compassionate eye...

or I could keep whining and just bury them in the back yard.

9/12/08

I Wonder If Our Insurance Covers This?

I have some weird tropical vision disease...

when I look in a mirror,
doesn't matter what kind, where it is, what the light is like...
and then have my picture taken that same day...
I look like completely different...
I mean completely different than what I'm seeing in the mirror.
It never fails, always different.

I call it "That'sNotReallyMeIsIt?-itis"

Now I know that photos are an accurate representation
of what I look like, it's just I don't understand the mirror thing...
why can't I see myself as I actually am?

(this could become a much deeper discussion...seeing myself as I really am, the meaning behind this apparent flaw in my earthly eyes, etc. but I'm not up to swimming into the deep end right now so I'll save that topic for another time)

back to the TNRMII?-itis...what exactly is the deal? And I've noticed my TNRMII?-itis also occurs when I'm on any kind of videotape or television screen.

The perfect example of my TNRMII?-itis happened to occur this past football season...

Last October, our oldest daughter was a senior and the marching band's drum major. Each year, during the last football game of the year, our local high school recognizes all the seniors who are either football players, cheerleaders, and band members...in that order (but that's a whole other can of worms to open later)...

Anyway, we line up before the football game begins and we walk our child down the 50 yard line as they are introduced over the loud speaker...and as it turned out last year, we were the very last parents/senior to walk.

Now it was a wonderful honor for our child, for all the hard work she had put into the marching band and we were very proud to walk her down the field while the principal announced her name, as the crowd applauded and the band played a little ditty...oh, did I mention the Jumbo-tron?

Yes, that's right...I didn't misspell it...Jumbo-tron...our high school football field has a Jumbo-tron, thanks to some very generous folks in our community. Me no likey them very much.

Being the last to be announced, we were waiting patiently in line, in the end zone, under the Jumbo-tron, perfectly unaware that the parents and their seniors were being shown on the enormous screen. As we rounded the end zone, I happened to glance up at the screen and there they were...some skinny parents and their skinny cheerleader daughter, looking like they had spent a week eating nothing but doughnuts and salt...these people looked huge...

And my mind went directly to earlier in the evening, when I had taken that last look in the mirror before we left home...and my TNRMII?-itis started to kick in...I tried to remember what I looked like at the house...okay, I said to myself, I looked okay, I had a nice jacket on, it should cover up what needs to be covered up, this won't be too bad...

We walked down the 50 yard line, Kaitlin was announced, the applause came and the music played...and I glanced over to the Jumbo-tron...

"when did Meatloaf get here?" "I wonder if he's gonna sing?" "wait a minute, he's wearing the same jacket as me!"

(for those reading who are under 40, just google him)

We eventually got to our seats and my TNRMII?-itis was starting fade back into remission when my friend Michele leans over and says, "we got the whole thing on video for you!"

yahoo...can't wait to watch it...

9/11/08

Loose Ends Vol. 1 No. 8

Boy, do I love having another driver in the family...Taryn got her license last week and its amazing how little I've worried about her driving...
especially when I compare it to when Kaitlin first started driving...
"call me when you get in the car, call me when you get to a long stop light, call me when you get there, call me when you undo the seat belt..."

I've done pretty well this week, eating that is, but I have to admit that I don't like the fact that I seem to have food constantly on my mind...the "when, how much, can I have that" is driving me a little batty. I feel like I'm relying a little too much on my flesh, my points, my strength to sort those things out. This lifestyle change is about Him, relying on Him and being obedient. I want to get to that moment where hours have passed and I haven't given any food any thought. That eating to live moment.

Kaitlin is adjusting really well at school, she has her moments of homesickness but keeping busy has helped. She is very excited that she is flying home the first week in October (thanks grandma) and on Monday she is attending a praise band informational meeting to find out about auditioning. Please continue to pray for her...

The days and weeks following September 11, 2001 are still so vivid to me...as we remember this day, I go back to the Words of comfort He gave me during those scary and awful days...Words I shared with our congregation at the Methodist church we attended back then...on Sunday, September 16, 2001...A Call To Trust The Lord...

The Lord has said to me in the strongest terms:
"Do not think like everyone else does.
Do not be afraid that some plan conceived
behind closed doors will be the end of you.
Do not fear anything except the Lord Almighty.
He alone is the Holy One.
If you fear him, you need fear nothing else.
He will keep you safe.
Isaiah 8:11-14 NLT

9/9/08

It Could Always Be Worse, Well Maybe Not

Confession time...

I love disco music...

Man that's hard to write...
it's embarrassing...

but since I know all the words to "Let's Groove"
and when Lionel Richie left the Commodores
(1982, good grief I need help)
I figured it was bound to get out...

I rarely listen to it anymore,
but sometimes, once in a blue moon,
I just get a-hankerin for some good ol' Barry Gibb falsetto...

and...right now, what's playing as I write?

"September" another classic by Earth, Wind and Fire...

oh how I love it...

I don't really understand why I love it so...
pretty much everything associated with disco makes me cringe...
polyester leisure suits and gold chains...
wrap dresses and feathered hair...

and don't even get me started on John Travolta,

and one thing is for sure,
disco is definitely not appreciated here at home...

Mark absolutely,
positively,
without question,
cannot stand this music...

He never liked it even "back in the day"
when it was actually popular,
(he liked Queen, Styx, Boston...the kings of the one-name bands)

you should see the eye-rolling that goes on around here
when the disco tunes start to play...

and as far as the kids are concerned, they usually leave the room
when "Night Fever" hits the airwaves (what do they know...)

but that's okay, I don't mind...
Kool and the Gang are gonna hang out for awhile
and I think Donna Summer plans on dropping by later

9/7/08

Elsie: The Amazing Grazing Machine

"Moo"

yes, that's right, I said..."Moo"
Grazing will do that to a gal...


Grazing will make you eat things that you normally wouldn't...
or couldn't, or shouldn't...

After spending the day eating only when I was hungry,
and then only eating within my points (Weight Watchers),
we came home from church, and the grazing started...
is that a tail back there? mooooo

everyone else went to bed,
there was nothing on television,
(except some bizarre show about toddler beauty queens,
did anyone else see that?)
I couldn't concentrate on a book,
and I "thought" I was hungry...
where did these horns come from? mooooo

but instead of reaching for my WW ice cream sandwich,
only 2 points, I started out in the pantry...
hey...how'd this big brown bell get tied around my neck? mooooo

after eating a cup of cinnamon raisin granola (its healthy, right?)
with fat free milk (well, uh, that makes it alright, right?)
I then moved to the refrigerator...
oh baby, a vast field in which to graze...
okay...when did I get a cud? mooooo

is that crab meat? okay so its the fake stuff,
but wouldn't that be yummy... maybe with some cocktail sauce...
yeah, that didn't taste so good together,
you'd think it would, crab being seafood and all,
but no, not a good combination...
what's with this brown and white coat? mooooo

now I need something a little salty...
how about a bowl of those purple hulls from lunch
(all those folks not from the South, those are peas),
I'll just pop them in the microwave...
when did these the hay bales get here? mooooo

Yeah, grazing will make you eat things that you usually wouldn't,
couldn't and really shouldn't...
but thankfully I can start again tomorrow morning...

are those hoofs? moooo

9/6/08

Aunt Deb's Clearing A Space For Kale's Picture

We have a new baby in our family! Our nephew and his precious wife had a baby girl yesterday morning and named her Kale...I love her name, and she's gorgeous too!

Nephews and nieces are a blessing to me...

When I married Mark, way back when, I became an instant aunt to 6...my family was small, and with my younger brother still in high school back then, there were no children in our family at the time. Mark, on the other hand, was a very young uncle due to the age difference between he and his brothers..I think he first became an uncle at 8 years old!

His family became my family, his parents, his brothers, his sisters-in-law (became my sisters) and the nephews and nieces became mine...in my heart and mind, I'd always desired that kinship to their family, as if I had been born into it...and I was blessed because that's what happened. I got a bigger family, with all the usual and unique ups and downs.

The older nephews and nieces have always been precious to me, the 4 boys and 2 girls, because they were the 'firsts'. They were the ones who taught me how to be an aunt. Like I said before, I hadn't been around young children as a teenager (I had never even held a baby until I was around 17). And even though miles sometimes kept us from seeing each other, I was just taken with them.

I started out dating Mark at 16 and then marriage at 20, and our first child didn't arrive until I was 24...so I had quite a few years where these guys were the only kiddos in my life...from ping-pong games and Christmas spent in a tiny 2 bedroom apartment, road trips to Michigan and back, to graduations...they were the children and then teenagers in my life...

and now they are all adults...
grownups with grown up responsibilities...
children, homes, careers, businesses, friendships...
and their grownup lives are on display in our home...
pictures of them as couples, as families
with their children adore our walls...

so my hope is, that because of them, I have been a better aunt
to my brother's sweet young three, and to this second generation
of 'great' nephews and nieces...

but sometimes I go back to the morning of our wedding,
back 22 years ago,
when Ma gathered her six grandchildren up
with her youngest son...

by the way, the little guy up front in the gray suit with his hands in his pockets is Kale's daddy...

9/4/08

A Change

eating to live
instead of living to eat...

I've had a health scare early this year
and you would have thought that would have spurred me
to make drastic changes,

but to be completely honest,
it really didn't...

I tried for a little while, but after being put on medication,
I just became lazy again, letting the medicine take of things...

I have been feeding my flesh,
literally, since 1983.
I have given my flesh total control
over every bite of food,
since I graduated high school...

for reasons too numerous to mention...

but its done...

no neglect,
no insult,
no hurt,
is reason enough to continue...

I know that my flesh is
too weak,
too sinful,
too overwhelming,
to change...

that there is no confidence in the flesh...

so, I turn to His Word, and He leads me to Philippians...

Join with others in following my example,
brothers, and take note of those who live
according to the pattern we gave you.
For, as I have often told you before
and now say again even with tears,
many live as enemies of the cross of Christ.
Their destiny is destruction,
their god is their stomach,
and their glory is in their shame.
Their mind is on earthly things.
But our citizenship is in heaven.
And we eagerly await a Savior from there,
the Lord Jesus Christ,
who, by the power that enables him
to bring everything under his control,
will transform our lowly bodies
so that they will be like his glorious body.
Therefore, my brothers, you whom I love
and long for, my joy and crown,
that is how you should
stand firm in the Lord, dear friends!
Philippians 3:17-4:1

and that's why I cling to Him,
knowing that I can only do this,
by standing firm in the Lord,
desiring His Holy fruits of the Spirit,
being led by the Holy Spirit,
striving to keep in step with Him...

9/1/08

Do I Smell Turkey?

The unofficial end of summer...I love Labor Day...
not that we're going to wake up to cool weather tomorrow,
but now at least the dream
that autumn is just around the corner can begin.

A simple shopping story...

Her cart was dripping. The grocery cart she was pushing around the produce section of the big box store I had just entered was drippin...