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11.07.2010
Day 28: Something That Stresses Me Out

11.06.2010
A Photo of My Family & Pets
Day 26 of the 30 Day Blog Challenge (over at Katie's Journey)
is to share photo(s) of your family:


Day 27: Pets
We don't currently have any pets. The only family pet we've had was a goldfish that blessed our home with its presence for a few months. I KNEW that I'd end up taking care of the fish and was the only one that cried when it died. With a trembling voice, I broke the news to the children and watched their faces closely, ready to comfort. Instead, they took the news in stride. A few minutes later, I heard LAUGHTER coming from the bathroom as Dad showed them how to send the fish off to its watery grave. LAUGHTER, I tell you. Who knows if and when we'll have another pet...maybe when Mama's recovered from the last one, SNIFF.
11.04.2010
Ipod Song Shuffle

Music is so critical to my life.
Music to celebrate,
to worship,
to mourn,
to rage against the world,
and to heal.
Music to help keep my pace
and my humor.
My Ipod is filled with
Christian worship,
80s assortment,
Disco,
Salsa and Merengue
and other music to dance to.
The random 10:
1. Groove Is In The Heart by Dee-Lite
2. Supertones Strike Back by the O.C. Supertones
3. Whip It by Devo
4. Behind The Wheel by Depeche Mode
5. Venus by Bananarama
6. Socially Acceptable by DC Talk
7. Pump It by Black-Eyed Peas
8. Upside Down by Diana Ross
9. Held by Natalie Grant
10. I Look Up To The Hills by Natalie Wilson and S.O.P.
11.03.2010
My Favorite City & Vacation, Something I've Learned

Day 22: Favorite City
My first answer is Paris,
though I've not visited there except in my dreams.
Yet that city stirs my soul, provokes my imagination,
and inspires my art.
Amsterdam is breathtaking,
complex, and overwhelming to the senses.
The regal history of Washington DC,
the museums and culture,
the many visits with friends and happy memories
make this my overall favorite.
though I've not visited there except in my dreams.
Yet that city stirs my soul, provokes my imagination,
and inspires my art.
Amsterdam is breathtaking,
complex, and overwhelming to the senses.
The regal history of Washington DC,
the museums and culture,
the many visits with friends and happy memories
make this my overall favorite.
Day 23: Favorite Vacation
The two times I went to Disney World were the best vacations of my life.
The first time, I visited with my mother, sister and nephew.
The second, I took with my little ones.
Such a magical, fantastical place!
The first time, I visited with my mother, sister and nephew.
The second, I took with my little ones.
Such a magical, fantastical place!
Day 24: Something I've Learned
The most important thing I've learned,
over and over and over,
and have been recently reminded of in such a loving manner
is that God is always accessible.
He's here.
He really cares.
He responds to my heart cry.
There's security in Him.
The most important thing I've learned,
over and over and over,
and have been recently reminded of in such a loving manner
is that God is always accessible.
He's here.
He really cares.
He responds to my heart cry.
There's security in Him.
10.31.2010
A Picture of Myself...Feather Eyelashes, Oh My!





10.30.2010
Something I Miss and My Nicknames

I was away Thursday through Saturday, celebrating on top of a mountain with a dear friend from the East.
Day 19: Something (or Someone) I Miss
I miss my Mom.
This weekend up in the mountains,
I found myself grieving her unexpectedly.
It hit me really hard.
I've found that when the world is still, late at night,
my true thoughts and emotions often rise to the surface
to be addressed.
The neat thing about moments that have passed
are the memories that can be played over and over again.
Sometimes it becomes necessary to fast forward to skip certain scenes,
but there's always the option to pause as well.
To linger with a beautiful memory.
This weekend up in the mountains,
I found myself grieving her unexpectedly.
It hit me really hard.
I've found that when the world is still, late at night,
my true thoughts and emotions often rise to the surface
to be addressed.
The neat thing about moments that have passed
are the memories that can be played over and over again.
Sometimes it becomes necessary to fast forward to skip certain scenes,
but there's always the option to pause as well.
To linger with a beautiful memory.
Day 20: My Nicknames
I actually dislike nicknames
since most often they become unflattering and limiting LABELS
that stick to one's psyche
long after everyone else has forgotten the name.
Often the one being given the nickname has NO CHOICE
and is stuck with this term whether they like it or not.
I once challenged a 6 ft. tall, very large man
to step outside in front of our church to settle things
when he wouldn't stop calling my son
"Pretty Boy"
week after week in the church nursery.
I'd asked him to stop multiple times,
and he wouldn't honor myrequests demands
to stop calling my son such a frivolous name.
Enough.
And I would've thrown a punch at that point
to show how very, very serious I was
that no one was going to call my son any kind of name
other than the one that we strongly felt God had given us to name our boy.
The only nickname that I was given that I've enjoyed
was one given to me by a kindred spirit.
Inspired by a sad song on a Debby Boone album from the late 70s,
Micol's Theme (who remembers this song???),
my friend called me "Micola."
You can hear the song on Youtube.
As a matter of fact,
I'm listening to it right now.
I was still in elementary school when this album came out,
but I used to listen and sing along at the top of my lungs.
There was another song on the same album that you may know,
just a little tune called "You Light Up My Life."
I love that song too.
since most often they become unflattering and limiting LABELS
that stick to one's psyche
long after everyone else has forgotten the name.
Often the one being given the nickname has NO CHOICE
and is stuck with this term whether they like it or not.
I once challenged a 6 ft. tall, very large man
to step outside in front of our church to settle things
when he wouldn't stop calling my son
"Pretty Boy"
week after week in the church nursery.
I'd asked him to stop multiple times,
and he wouldn't honor my
to stop calling my son such a frivolous name.
Enough.
And I would've thrown a punch at that point
to show how very, very serious I was
that no one was going to call my son any kind of name
other than the one that we strongly felt God had given us to name our boy.
The only nickname that I was given that I've enjoyed
was one given to me by a kindred spirit.
Inspired by a sad song on a Debby Boone album from the late 70s,
Micol's Theme (who remembers this song???),
my friend called me "Micola."
You can hear the song on Youtube.
As a matter of fact,
I'm listening to it right now.
I was still in elementary school when this album came out,
but I used to listen and sing along at the top of my lungs.
There was another song on the same album that you may know,
just a little tune called "You Light Up My Life."
I love that song too.
10.28.2010
Day 18: Something I Regret
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