Saturday, September 30, 2006

The Powder Room

So we've taken a bit of a break with household projects. Life got really, really busy. I hate that! Anyway, I finally got tired of our "ghetto bath," that I decided even without paint, I've got to make it look better than it was. I hated going in there. It was a roll of toilet paper and a bar of soap. I picked up some little things and a new towel hook to bring it together. Now all that's missing is the paint on the walls and a new light fixture.
Here are some pictures, but it's hard to get the whole idea, becuase it's a little room, so I couldn't get a good angle. The third color down will be the wall color, so as you look at the other pictures, imagine it with "Wine Frost" walls.

I'll take more pictures as it get's painted. It seems like forever till that is, but all in due time.

Monday, September 25, 2006

Round On the Ends and Hi In the Middle...

If you know what that means, then you'll understand the song at this link.
Here's a hint:

(This is in honor of my amazing husband and his beloved home state!!!)

Friday, September 22, 2006

Scott's Hitting the Coffee Shop Circuit

The joys of wireless internet at coffee shops...all of this post was done while sitting at Fa Sol Latte in Wilmington, DE while listening to my husband play and entertain the masses. I don't have my camera uploader cord here othewise I would even post the pictures that we've taken. I will tomorrow or sometime soon. Enjoy!

this is an audio post - click to play

Monday, September 18, 2006

Five Little Ponytails

Natalie woke me up this morning by singing "Five Little Monkeys" at the top of her lungs. (What a wonderful way to wake up.) It seemed to be the day of Five Little Things. She then brought me Five Little Ponytail holders that she wanted in her hair... she wanted ALL FIVE in her hair. So I got creative. She refused to take them out all day. I even left them in when we went to Walmart. Scott was more concerned about it than I was. He had taken her to the toys while I was shopping and when he found me I asked him if anyone had said anything to him. He said, "Who in their right mind would make a comment about my daughter's crazy hair to my face." Then I asked him if anybody gave her funny looks and he nodded his head. I thought she looked adorable. I don't care if anyone else thought she looked crazy. I knew that she loved it and that's all that matters. (I will not feel the same about a ring through her lips when she's 17.) Of course I took some pictures to show you just how adorable she looked with her Five Little Ponytails.

Tuesday, September 12, 2006

Like the Day Kennedy Was Shot

(I meant to post this yeaterday, but unfortunately my schedule did not permit any time.)

When I was a kid my parents talked from time to time about their life growing up. They would tell us stories about the goats and chickens. My dad used to tell us stories of mischief he and his cousins used to get into. I always enjoyed hearing their tales even if sometimes they seemed a bit far-fetched.

One of the things I'll never forget is hearing about the day Kennedy was shot. Both of my parents remembered vividly where they were and what they were doing at the time. As I grew up myself, I remember noticing that the day Kennedy was shot was actually "The Day Kennedy Was Shot". It was in it's own right not just a description but a title; a day that would live on forever in the memories of those who lived it and for generations to come memoialized on film and in our history books. I would venture a guess that any American older than 47 years old could tell you exactly where they were and what they were doing on November 21, 1963 - The Day Kennedy Was Shot.

I wasn't alive in 1963. I wasn't around when they landed on the moon. All that I know of Watergate is what I had learned from history books and specials on the History Channel. In spite of the fact that I was alive when President Reagan was shot, I couldn't tell you where I was or what I was doing. I wasn't quite 3 years old yet. I can tell you where I was and what I was doing on January 28, 1986, the day the Challenger exploded. My dad had been gone on a business trip. My mom had brought our little tv into the kitchen to watch the coverage. My dad got home right around supper time and brought with him a brand new microwave-our family's first. Together we all stood in the kitchen watching the news. I'll never forget that night.

We all have memories of significant days in our lives. Some are private memories of family gatherings or personal accomplishments. Others are public memories like The Day Kennedy Was Shot. But for many of us the memory of where we were and what we were doing on September 11, 2001, is still quite present and raw. The events of that day played over and over again from every angle and with every last detail repeated to death.

I had been married for two and a half months. We had just gotten back from a missions trip to the Czech Republic. I had quit my job the week before and was enjoying some time off. My husband had woken me up when he left to go to work. I rolled over to check the weather channel. As I flipped through the channels I noticed that every channel had a special report on and some buildings were burning. I stopped on ABC to see what was going on. I was horrified. Immediately I bolted out of bed to call Scott. He was still on his way to work, hearing about it on the radio. I called my mom at her work and my dad who was on the road. There was a panic in me to make sure that my family was ok even though we all lived in Wisconsin and were thousands of miles from what was happening. As I watched the the first tower fall, I too, crumbled to the floor and cried. I cried all day as I watched everything unfold.

Our church was hosting evangelists Michael and Linda Livengood. They had been doing services throughout the area and were scheduled to be up in Antigo on that Tuesday evening. We had planned to go, but instead we held our own memorial-type service at Christian Assembly. There was a stillness about the evening that was eery. No one was quite sure what all this meant and where it would lead. We knew that in a split second, our lives as we knew them were over. America would never be the same. Americans would never be the same.

September 12 dawned with such an urgency to seek answers. We were called upon as a nation to pray like we had never prayed before. People all over the nation were turning to their local churches for support and comfort. They sought a God whom had all but been forgotten. I remember thinking how unfortunate it was for our nation to turn to God en masse only after the very core of our way of life had been shattered. Why did it take an attack on American soil to get the nation's attention?

A couple weeks ago, Scott showed me a video he had come across on the internet. He had been talking about it for some time and told me that once I saw it I would think differently about what had happened five years ago. It was a documentary done by some guy and in it he suggested that the attacks were not done by some crazed Islamic warriors but done instead by greedy Americans who served to make a fortune off the insurance on the Towers. It suggested that the government participated to some degree (not the Prez). The evidence he presented was rather convincing. (But let me be clear: I have no desire to try to convince you one way or the other. In fact I have no definite opinion myself about what happened. I don't think it really matters what I think.) Whether the people who masterminded the attacks were Al Qaeda or American will never change the truth of who was actually behind the terror. "The thief comes only to steal and kill and destroy." The devil is not some cute little red guy with a pitchfork like the halloween costume we put on our children. He is real and evil and filled with nothing but hatred of you. He cannot tell the truth. The Bible say that he is the Father of lies. His only passion is to see you as miserable as he possibly can. He doesn't care if he destroys Americans, Arabs, or Jews. As long as he can destroy you, your way of life, the very foundations of your beliefs.

Whatever you belief is regarding what happened that beautiful Tuesday morning, your way of life has never been the same, and that should serve as a reminder of the real war that is taking place everyday. No one is immune from this war. There are no nuetral parties. No one stays uninvolved. Like Jesus said, "the thief comes only to steal and kill and destroy," but he continued by saying, "I have come that they may have life, and have it to the full." (John 10:10) He wants the very best for us. He cannot tell a lie, it is not in his nature to lie. His desire is for us all to be reconciled to Him; to yield to His Will for our lives. "This righteousness from God comes through faith in Jesus Christ to all who believe. There is no difference, for ALL HAVE SINNED and fall short of the glory of God, AND ARE JUSTIFIED FREELY BY HIS GRACE through the redemption that came by Christ Jesus." (Romans 3:22-24) "He does not treat us as our sins deserve or repay us according to our iniquities. For as high as the heavens are above the earth, so great is his love for those who fear him; as far as the east is from the west, so far has he removed our transgressions from us." (Psalm 103:10-12)

We will never be able to say for certain what tomorrow will bring. But we do know that death is not the end of life. It is only the beginning. "If we have been united with him like this in his death, we will certainly also be united with him in his resurrection." (Romans 6:5) And like The Day Kennedy Was Shot, the numbers 9 and 11 will forever have a new meaning in this world. We will never be the same and hopefully we will never want to be the same. Hopefully we had learned something from the attacks on September 11th. Perhaps they have brought you closer to your loved ones, or brought you back to God. No matter what it is, never forget that while bad things are happening all around us, God loves us and is passionate about you. Nothing happens that he doesn't know. While we may not always understand, we can have peace that He does.

I have a flip calendar in my kitchen and the quote for September 11th says, "There is a loftier ambition than merely to stand high in the world. It is to stoop down and lift mankind a little higher." -Henry van Dyke
Pretty timely, huh.

“Sing praises to the LORD, enthroned in Zion; proclaim among the nations what he has done.” Psalm 9:11

“He who dwells in the shelter of the Most High will rest in the shadow of the Almighty.” Psalm 91:1

“For through me your days will be many, and years will be added to your life.” Proverbs 9:11

Friday, September 08, 2006

My Favorite Places to Get a Bargain

A while ago I said that I was going to start my own version of Oprah's favorite things. I did my favorite beauty products. I have a million other things I could be doing right now, but I don't feel like it. I also have a number of pictures and stories to post about, but instead I sit here typing about my favorite places to get a bargain. So here they are... (not in any order)

1. Big Lots - You can almost always find some sort of treasure. Planters, seasonal decor, vases, frames, baby stuff, even furniture.

2. - An online classified section. You're sure to find something near where you live, and if not you can post a wanted ad. You can look for jobs, vacation properties, furniture, etc.

3. HomeGoods


5. Burlington Coat Factory

6. Ross

#4-6 - ALWAYS filled with treasures!!!

7. Rugged Wearhouse - Lots of discount clothing

8. Value City Furniture Warehouse - Incredible prices, VERY hit or miss, though.

9. Ebay - EVERYTHING you can possibly imagine.

10. Target - Can't go wrong with the bullseye.

Walmart, Linens N' Things, and The Children's Place get honorable mentions for their amazing clearence sales! But, there are always bargains to be found anywhere you go. You just have to be looking for them. Oh and praying always helps me too. Let me know your favorite places to get a bargain.
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