I'm so excited to be guest posting for Duane Scott today over at Scribing the Journey!! This is my first guest post everrrrrr, and I had a lot of fun putting it all together.
Hop on over and see for yourself - especially if you're hungry and cold!
Monday, January 10, 2011
Sunday, January 9, 2011
repost - cuz i got nothin'
I'm kidding.
Not kidding that this is a repost, but I am kidding that I got nothin'. While I haven't been posting as lately, it's not because I have nothing to say (that would be a miracle!). In fact, if it's possible to have so much to say that you don't know what to say ... then that's where I'm at.
So, until I figure out how to say it, or at least post a lame but readable post, I'll simply repost. This will, in fact, be my first repost ever - and this blog just had its 4th anniversary on December 21st.
All that to say ... I don't feel guilty for reposting. ;)
I chose this particular post because I'm hungry for baseball to start up. Yep, every year after Christmas and New Years have passed, I'm eager for the cold and snow to fizzle, the sunshine to make its way out, and baseball to reappear on my tv and in my backyard. I want to see Tulowitzky scoop up a grounder and toss it to Helton. And I want to see Andrew pitch the much coveted no hitter!!
Until then .... we'll reflect back on an experience I had in the bleachers last season. Sigh ...
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It was the first warm game of the season. But if you've ever experienced Colorado weather, you know it can change in a flash.
The weather remained calm, the wind kept its distance, and it seemed everyone was having the time of their lives. But then the sun went behind the mountains. It was still pleasant enough, and to most folks, it was a relief from the glaring sunshine.
But I shivered and slipped my fleece jacket on, and wondered if I'd eventually need the other three jackets or the wool blanket that I faithfully bring to each game. If the wind picked up, or clouds began to roll over the top of the mountains, I would eventually don each and every winter good I brought, and wish for more.
I continued watching the game.
"Who would have ever thought I should have brought a jacket?" I heard a shaky voice behind me say.
I turned to see an old lady sitting four bleachers up. I'd never seen her before. Later, I came to realize that she was likely our catcher's grandmother. She was quite thin, with stark white hair. Even though it was warm when she arrived, she wore a long sleeve sweat suit and tennis shoes.
I knew then that we possessed a common trait - the inability to stay warm.
I stole another glance at her. Her body was arched over, arms and legs crossed to keep the warmth in. Her smile was broad, revealing a road map of wrinkles as she watched her grandson catch my son's pitches.
I smiled too. But my smile quickly turned upside down and I felt a pang of guilt. After all, I was sitting comfortably with my jacket butttoned up to my neck, two jackets resting on the back of my chair, and a wool blanket under my toosh. Not to mention my husbands jacket lying on the ground next to me.
I'm too shy, I thought.
Chicken!
I ignored the accusation and went on watching the game. The wind picked up a bit. I shivered, and again I remembered the lady behind me.
I stole another glance at her.
Still hunched over. Still cold. Still smiling.
I couldn't stand it any longer. I hate being cold, and I knew it happened just as easily to her as it does to me. Everyone else seemed warm and comfortable. I was the only one who knew how she felt. And I was the only one who could help her.
I pryed my sorry, shy tooshy off the purple, tattered lawn chair, and grabbed a jacket that I was sure would completely cover her. I slowly made my way up the bleachers, trying to stay out of people's view of the game. I wrapped the jacket around her shoulders, and said, "I can't stand to see you over here shivering when I have all those jackets just sitting there waiting to be used."
I made sure the jacket was snug.
She smiled at me, and the lines in the map grew deeper.
"Thank you so much. I should have thought to bring something for myself."
"Well, you're new here," I assured her. "I've learned to come prepared, even when the weather is beautiful."
She seemed happy with that response, and even happier that she could sit and watch the game, goosebump free.
I, however, was not goosebump free - a gift given to me not by the weather, but by her pricelss look of gratefulness.
How far you go in life depends on your being tender with the young, compassionate with the aged, sympathetic with the striving and tolerant of the weak and strong. Because someday in your life you will have been all of these. ~George Washington Carver
You cannot do a kindness too soon, for you never know how soon it will be too late. ~Ralph Waldo Emerson
Not kidding that this is a repost, but I am kidding that I got nothin'. While I haven't been posting as lately, it's not because I have nothing to say (that would be a miracle!). In fact, if it's possible to have so much to say that you don't know what to say ... then that's where I'm at.
So, until I figure out how to say it, or at least post a lame but readable post, I'll simply repost. This will, in fact, be my first repost ever - and this blog just had its 4th anniversary on December 21st.
All that to say ... I don't feel guilty for reposting. ;)
I chose this particular post because I'm hungry for baseball to start up. Yep, every year after Christmas and New Years have passed, I'm eager for the cold and snow to fizzle, the sunshine to make its way out, and baseball to reappear on my tv and in my backyard. I want to see Tulowitzky scoop up a grounder and toss it to Helton. And I want to see Andrew pitch the much coveted no hitter!!
Until then .... we'll reflect back on an experience I had in the bleachers last season. Sigh ...
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The Gift Of Goosebumps
Last night, I sat in my purple, frayed lawn chair as I watched Andrew pitch a seven inning game. The sun was out, the mountains in the background were unbelievably beautiful, and my son was having an awesome game. I didn't think it could get any better. 
It was the first warm game of the season. But if you've ever experienced Colorado weather, you know it can change in a flash.
The weather remained calm, the wind kept its distance, and it seemed everyone was having the time of their lives. But then the sun went behind the mountains. It was still pleasant enough, and to most folks, it was a relief from the glaring sunshine.
But I shivered and slipped my fleece jacket on, and wondered if I'd eventually need the other three jackets or the wool blanket that I faithfully bring to each game. If the wind picked up, or clouds began to roll over the top of the mountains, I would eventually don each and every winter good I brought, and wish for more.
I continued watching the game.
"Who would have ever thought I should have brought a jacket?" I heard a shaky voice behind me say.
I turned to see an old lady sitting four bleachers up. I'd never seen her before. Later, I came to realize that she was likely our catcher's grandmother. She was quite thin, with stark white hair. Even though it was warm when she arrived, she wore a long sleeve sweat suit and tennis shoes.
I knew then that we possessed a common trait - the inability to stay warm.
I stole another glance at her. Her body was arched over, arms and legs crossed to keep the warmth in. Her smile was broad, revealing a road map of wrinkles as she watched her grandson catch my son's pitches.
I smiled too. But my smile quickly turned upside down and I felt a pang of guilt. After all, I was sitting comfortably with my jacket butttoned up to my neck, two jackets resting on the back of my chair, and a wool blanket under my toosh. Not to mention my husbands jacket lying on the ground next to me.
I'm too shy, I thought.
Chicken!
I ignored the accusation and went on watching the game. The wind picked up a bit. I shivered, and again I remembered the lady behind me.
I stole another glance at her.
Still hunched over. Still cold. Still smiling.
I couldn't stand it any longer. I hate being cold, and I knew it happened just as easily to her as it does to me. Everyone else seemed warm and comfortable. I was the only one who knew how she felt. And I was the only one who could help her.
I pryed my sorry, shy tooshy off the purple, tattered lawn chair, and grabbed a jacket that I was sure would completely cover her. I slowly made my way up the bleachers, trying to stay out of people's view of the game. I wrapped the jacket around her shoulders, and said, "I can't stand to see you over here shivering when I have all those jackets just sitting there waiting to be used."
I made sure the jacket was snug.
She smiled at me, and the lines in the map grew deeper.
"Thank you so much. I should have thought to bring something for myself."
"Well, you're new here," I assured her. "I've learned to come prepared, even when the weather is beautiful."
She seemed happy with that response, and even happier that she could sit and watch the game, goosebump free.
I, however, was not goosebump free - a gift given to me not by the weather, but by her pricelss look of gratefulness.
How far you go in life depends on your being tender with the young, compassionate with the aged, sympathetic with the striving and tolerant of the weak and strong. Because someday in your life you will have been all of these. ~George Washington Carver
You cannot do a kindness too soon, for you never know how soon it will be too late. ~Ralph Waldo Emerson
Wednesday, December 29, 2010
'Twas the week after Christmas, when all through the house, not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse!!
I'm sitting in my living room alone, only the faint sound of music in the background. Shaun's at work, Jessie and Riley are tootling around town, Andrew's at his new job (cleaning horse stables), and Ashlee and Daniel flew back to Florida late last night. Real late last night!
I have a party to go to tonight (as if I haven't partied enough lately!). So I'm also whipping up some cherry cheesecake, chips and dip, and crackers with a fancy cheese dip. Yummy!
I've been able to sneak in a little bit of picture editing this morning, so I thought I'd share what I have so far. I'll commentate as we go along. As usual. Because I can't seem to not talk ....
Gracelyn (my niece) has decided she likes to see the baby in the camera. So now she likes her picture taken, as long as I show her "me" on the screen afterward. :))
Jessie, and the new earrings I bought her for Christmas. Nice of her to wear a matching shirt for the day. Heehee.
Ashlee, doing dishes for me Christmas day. We made her venison (compliments of Andrew) and pancakes for lunch (her fave!), and then we had a large ham, pork roast, and all the fixin's to go with it for supper.
The happy newlyweds, just before they took off last night. Sniff, sniff ....
Family pic. Love that we are a family of six now! Well, seven if you include the dog.
Daniel gave me a little dancing lesson before they left last night. We like to play the part.
Just Jessie ... looking .... pretty. :)
A roughed up Gracelyn!
I love that she comes and asks to sit on my lap these days. Makes me feel all warm and squishy on the inside!
Peek-a-boo!
Sisters ...
Shaun's mom and sister.
Smokin' her candy cane!!
Shaun and Ashlee, lounging around on Christmas.
That's all for now. More will come later, but I wanted to
Are we ready for 2011??????
Didn't think so.
Monday, December 20, 2010
crickets, christmas, and mrs. c
For all of you just dying to know what Christmas with Mrs. C (that's me) is like .....
*crickets chirping
Ok, so nobody's dying to know such information. But Mrs. C (remember- that's me!) is dying to tell. So here's my 2010 Christmas story thus far, in pictures:
Did anyone here know that Andrew is a juggler? He has a part time job with the circus.
Just kidding.
But he IS pretty good at juggling. Even pine cones!
Those little things that look like deer pellets are capers. I didn't know what capers were until I made this recipe. Wait - I still don't know what capers are.
You don't know what deer pellets are?
Well, I don't feel so bad then.
Shaun and I at a Christmas party. No, we did not match on purpose. We're just hip like that.
*more crickets chirping
Jessie and Riley at the same Christmas party. Funnest night of the season so far, but the season is far from over!
Santa's lil' helper. Cough, cough ...
And yes, those bulbs are actually hanging from her ears. Yikes!
We decorated Mom before we decorated the tree. Just to see which one would be cuter.
The tree won.
*crickets
Once Ashlee and Daniel get here (Five more days!!!), I'll have a ton of things to show and tell. *claps hands in excitement
Until then, I have toilets to clean, laundry to do, presents to make, presents to buy, and one sick boy to take care of. Here's to hoping the rest of us (and you!) stay healthy and robust through the Holiday.
Merry Christmas to all of you!!!!
*crickets chirping
Ok, so nobody's dying to know such information. But Mrs. C (remember- that's me!) is dying to tell. So here's my 2010 Christmas story thus far, in pictures:
Did anyone here know that Andrew is a juggler? He has a part time job with the circus.
Just kidding.
But he IS pretty good at juggling. Even pine cones!
Here's a few goodies I've made along the way. Chocolate covered popcorn, and a cheese spread to put on some delish crackers. Actually, that popcorn is covered with chocolate and peanut butter chips. I had a lot of fun drizzling. In fact, I may have gotten just a little bit carried away when I flung some clear across the kitchen, and hollered out to Andrew "Hey, this drizzling stuff is pretty cool!"
Those little things that look like deer pellets are capers. I didn't know what capers were until I made this recipe. Wait - I still don't know what capers are.
You don't know what deer pellets are?
Well, I don't feel so bad then.
Shaun and I at a Christmas party. No, we did not match on purpose. We're just hip like that.
*more crickets chirping
Jessie and Riley at the same Christmas party. Funnest night of the season so far, but the season is far from over!
Santa's lil' helper. Cough, cough ...
And yes, those bulbs are actually hanging from her ears. Yikes!
We decorated Mom before we decorated the tree. Just to see which one would be cuter.
The tree won.
*crickets
Once Ashlee and Daniel get here (Five more days!!!), I'll have a ton of things to show and tell. *claps hands in excitement
Until then, I have toilets to clean, laundry to do, presents to make, presents to buy, and one sick boy to take care of. Here's to hoping the rest of us (and you!) stay healthy and robust through the Holiday.
Merry Christmas to all of you!!!!
Friday, December 10, 2010
one little word
One little word was extremely important in my morning routine this morning:
small
Unfortunately, when I read the directions, I skipped right over the word small. The result? A head full of leave in conditioner. A lot of leave in conditioner.
This resulted in me running my fingers through my hair with water over the bathroom sink, Andrew looking at me like I'd lost my marbles, and well .... one uber conditioned mane.
Moral of the story?
If all else fails, read ALL of the directions.
Jus' sayin' ...
small
Unfortunately, when I read the directions, I skipped right over the word small. The result? A head full of leave in conditioner. A lot of leave in conditioner.
This resulted in me running my fingers through my hair with water over the bathroom sink, Andrew looking at me like I'd lost my marbles, and well .... one uber conditioned mane.
Moral of the story?
If all else fails, read ALL of the directions.
Jus' sayin' ...
Wednesday, December 8, 2010
garbage out, goodness in
The mind is a powerful thing.
What we put into it will always work it's way out. Out of our mouth, out of our eyes, in the way we look at others ... it affects the way we treat others, and the way we respond to the way others treat us.
That's why it's so important to limit the ample supply of garbage that gets into our heads. It's everywhere. TV, internet, books, video games, even something as simple as a restaurant slogan.
I've recognized my own need to declutter, refocus, and renew my mind. So for the last week (ah! the reason I've been rather quiet!), I've been working on laying out in written form a plan to renew my mind. It's nothing but a Word document that lists specific (sinful) thought patterns that I've developed, along with Scripture (always right thinking!) beside it.
I don't have any big plan except to keep the worksheet handy throughout the day, and especially during the times I am more susceptible to spiral downward in my thinking (usually when I'm not feeling well).
I don't expect overnight change, but I do expect it to make a gradual difference in my life. I'm actively replacing bad thoughts with right thoughts - my thoughts with God's thoughts. I'm tossing out the garbage, and pouring His goodness in.
What we put into it will always work it's way out. Out of our mouth, out of our eyes, in the way we look at others ... it affects the way we treat others, and the way we respond to the way others treat us.
That's why it's so important to limit the ample supply of garbage that gets into our heads. It's everywhere. TV, internet, books, video games, even something as simple as a restaurant slogan.
I've recognized my own need to declutter, refocus, and renew my mind. So for the last week (ah! the reason I've been rather quiet!), I've been working on laying out in written form a plan to renew my mind. It's nothing but a Word document that lists specific (sinful) thought patterns that I've developed, along with Scripture (always right thinking!) beside it.
I don't have any big plan except to keep the worksheet handy throughout the day, and especially during the times I am more susceptible to spiral downward in my thinking (usually when I'm not feeling well).
I don't expect overnight change, but I do expect it to make a gradual difference in my life. I'm actively replacing bad thoughts with right thoughts - my thoughts with God's thoughts. I'm tossing out the garbage, and pouring His goodness in.
Saturday, December 4, 2010
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