Girl...
When you were a baby you were juandiced and the doctor said that sunshine was what you needed. You were born in February and it was so cold, but with your birth came some sunny days. I put little you in your bassinet and put you where rays could come through the window and kiss your baby skin. I would stand and stare at you. Beauty comes in so many forms, but you have always stopped me in my tracks cause you are my girl.
I turned my back, blinked too long, fell asleep...something, because a growing almost woman has taken over that wee little one. I am very proud of you...looks like that sunshine did it's job : ) I sure love you
Friday, March 5, 2010
little box full of seeds...
There it is on my counter. Traveled from Michigan to me. My little box full of seeds. I look at it when I come home and smile. Kinda like a candy bar that is the best of chocolates; yes, you just wanna tear into it, but you know that it is soooo special that it gets it's very own day. A celebration in a sense.
C'mon, we all have our thing. Maybe a favorite team, store, yearly ritual that we just hold sacred in our little world. This folks, is mine. I have laid on the floor on my belly drawing diagrams of how my flower beds and gardens will look. Each sqwiggly line and mini-cloud drawing signifies the place where each plant will grow and strive. Raised beds is my new fancy. I want a red one, orange one, yellow and green one. My neighbors will either smile or put up privacy fence! A Romper Room in my back yard...only for my garden.
Thoughts distract me through the day of how I will fight and win every battle I'm faced with when it comes to those gigantic slugs. If I put bait for them in the basement, will that work this year? Those slimy suckers drank beer like they were my college roommates. (For those of you that may not know this...slugs love beer and beer kills slugs ;) Not this year boys...no, Heather will get you before you chomp her tender little seedlings. I hate them for that. I do hold sludge grudges!
They bloom, vine, twist, sprout, shout with green in the rain and I simply can't wait! There's black-eyed susan, foxglove, lavender, rosemary, impatients, tomatoes, peppers, gourds and a variety of sunflowers (Oh, I love sunflowers!)....to name a few.
So Sunday I will open my little box of seeds, warm my soil mixture just for delicate seeds to grow in and tenderly plant each seed. I will talk to them and wait for them to lift their little heads out of the dirt. I'll smile like a new mommy...cause Spring will be here!
So don't let that snow and cold make you blue...cookouts and lemonade are coming!
C'mon, we all have our thing. Maybe a favorite team, store, yearly ritual that we just hold sacred in our little world. This folks, is mine. I have laid on the floor on my belly drawing diagrams of how my flower beds and gardens will look. Each sqwiggly line and mini-cloud drawing signifies the place where each plant will grow and strive. Raised beds is my new fancy. I want a red one, orange one, yellow and green one. My neighbors will either smile or put up privacy fence! A Romper Room in my back yard...only for my garden.
Thoughts distract me through the day of how I will fight and win every battle I'm faced with when it comes to those gigantic slugs. If I put bait for them in the basement, will that work this year? Those slimy suckers drank beer like they were my college roommates. (For those of you that may not know this...slugs love beer and beer kills slugs ;) Not this year boys...no, Heather will get you before you chomp her tender little seedlings. I hate them for that. I do hold sludge grudges!
They bloom, vine, twist, sprout, shout with green in the rain and I simply can't wait! There's black-eyed susan, foxglove, lavender, rosemary, impatients, tomatoes, peppers, gourds and a variety of sunflowers (Oh, I love sunflowers!)....to name a few.
So Sunday I will open my little box of seeds, warm my soil mixture just for delicate seeds to grow in and tenderly plant each seed. I will talk to them and wait for them to lift their little heads out of the dirt. I'll smile like a new mommy...cause Spring will be here!
So don't let that snow and cold make you blue...cookouts and lemonade are coming!
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
Puppy love...
Puppies...they are cute stuff. But lets face it...they pee, poo, chew, bark, slobber, pant, clean themselves (ugh...), and that's just the beginning! You may hate this, but we all have a little puppy in us. I know, and you thought I was nuts for calling us ducks, but hear me out:
When puppies are scared of storms and they hide, they don't want yelled at...they want safe hands to pull them out from under the bed...to be petted and reassured. I think we all need a little puppy love.
...puppies can be partners if we can learn a little puppy love. Puppy love being that love that is all understanding and compassionate. We are quick to get frustrated and throw our hands up in the air at difficult relationships. When sweet marshmallowy love turns into a stick with a blazing fire on the end of it we scream and stomp it out. In my case, tossing them out the door. Jason is out there waving his hands saying, "She did! She did!"
It's true, I'm guilty of it.
Jesus had puppy love for us. I mean really! So God the Father sends him down here, perfect as he was, and he walks and lives among us. He sees that we have flaw after flaw and most of us are perfectly content "peen' on the floor" so to speak. He loves us so much anyway. Drug that cross and died on it...for us.
To model that kind of love takes strength beyond our own. I'm not a professional, but I am starting to see a few things. A sign of a great match when it comes to man and his companion is when they walk side-by-side. One never leads the other, they are in perfect timing and it is so true in relationships. To have that there is a great amount of trust and faith in one another. It can happen, but it takes time, and since none of us are equipped with all the knowledge...it also requires a trainer. What better trainer for us than the one with perfect puppy love... Last I checked, he's only a prayer away!
When puppies are scared of storms and they hide, they don't want yelled at...they want safe hands to pull them out from under the bed...to be petted and reassured. I think we all need a little puppy love.
...puppies can be partners if we can learn a little puppy love. Puppy love being that love that is all understanding and compassionate. We are quick to get frustrated and throw our hands up in the air at difficult relationships. When sweet marshmallowy love turns into a stick with a blazing fire on the end of it we scream and stomp it out. In my case, tossing them out the door. Jason is out there waving his hands saying, "She did! She did!"
It's true, I'm guilty of it.
Jesus had puppy love for us. I mean really! So God the Father sends him down here, perfect as he was, and he walks and lives among us. He sees that we have flaw after flaw and most of us are perfectly content "peen' on the floor" so to speak. He loves us so much anyway. Drug that cross and died on it...for us.
To model that kind of love takes strength beyond our own. I'm not a professional, but I am starting to see a few things. A sign of a great match when it comes to man and his companion is when they walk side-by-side. One never leads the other, they are in perfect timing and it is so true in relationships. To have that there is a great amount of trust and faith in one another. It can happen, but it takes time, and since none of us are equipped with all the knowledge...it also requires a trainer. What better trainer for us than the one with perfect puppy love... Last I checked, he's only a prayer away!
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
animal crackers...
Well...went to Wallyworld to get necessary stuff, that like always, turned into a cart of unnecessary stuff! So, I'm on this crappy diet due to the fact that I weigh as much as someone in their last trimester. How do I know? Because this IS WHAT I WEIGHED in my last trimester! Snack...snack...snack...I think that we have closer evolutionary ties to the cow due to our constant need to graze. I don't think monkeys graze. Not that I believe I am from a monkey...just saying I feel more like a cow. For one thing, I sure as heck could not climb a tree at my given girth and feel a bit confident in the outcome not resulting in a dead tree and a broken leg. Not so go-green would I be to do that. ANYWAY...
16 animal crackers is considered a serving with 120 delicious calories. One of my elephants was missing it's head, so I took 17 and called it good. Maybe I'll leave a leg of that one that looks like a goat and even things out. If you do eat them limb by limb and with 20 oz of water, they are quite filling for not actually having any real meat on their crumby little bones!
P.S. Boo, the cat didn't even want to eat the goat leg, Oh-well, can't let it go to waste ; )
16 animal crackers is considered a serving with 120 delicious calories. One of my elephants was missing it's head, so I took 17 and called it good. Maybe I'll leave a leg of that one that looks like a goat and even things out. If you do eat them limb by limb and with 20 oz of water, they are quite filling for not actually having any real meat on their crumby little bones!
P.S. Boo, the cat didn't even want to eat the goat leg, Oh-well, can't let it go to waste ; )
Monday, March 1, 2010
freekn cheater
Well, it's Monday and we all love those! Why do we hate them anyway? They are the first to five till we have two we like... : )
Remember playing house? No, really...when there was a mom and dad and kids and plastic dishes. You really had a good set up if you had the play kitchen and washer and dryer. What about the grocery carts that made you look like a hutch back freak...well, I am here to declare that things are much different now.
So, I'm driving the bus and two little girls (little as in first and second grade little!) are in the seat behind me. They were all giggles and stuff cause they have been shut off from society for two long days, as are most these country bumpkins. I almost ran into a tractor when the kiddie-conversation turned into this:
"So I heard you broke up with Johnny!" (For the sake of privacy we are changing his name to none other than the famous "Little Johnny".)
"Yeah...I had to."
"Really, why?"
"Oh, he was cheating on me....long sigh...."
"I would have broke up with him if he was freekn cheating on me too!"
"We might get back together today."
"Your nuts if you do."
Ok....so this is the year 2010, but my question is...what did Little Johnny do?
Is cheating sharing glue, crayons, scissors? Did he push another cutie on the swing? Read a book with another? I didn't ask. I didn't want to be the cause for more pain.
That darn Little Johnny...he's such a rascal!
Remember playing house? No, really...when there was a mom and dad and kids and plastic dishes. You really had a good set up if you had the play kitchen and washer and dryer. What about the grocery carts that made you look like a hutch back freak...well, I am here to declare that things are much different now.
So, I'm driving the bus and two little girls (little as in first and second grade little!) are in the seat behind me. They were all giggles and stuff cause they have been shut off from society for two long days, as are most these country bumpkins. I almost ran into a tractor when the kiddie-conversation turned into this:
"So I heard you broke up with Johnny!" (For the sake of privacy we are changing his name to none other than the famous "Little Johnny".)
"Yeah...I had to."
"Really, why?"
"Oh, he was cheating on me....long sigh...."
"I would have broke up with him if he was freekn cheating on me too!"
"We might get back together today."
"Your nuts if you do."
Ok....so this is the year 2010, but my question is...what did Little Johnny do?
Is cheating sharing glue, crayons, scissors? Did he push another cutie on the swing? Read a book with another? I didn't ask. I didn't want to be the cause for more pain.
That darn Little Johnny...he's such a rascal!
Saturday, February 27, 2010
We are ducks...
Ok...here I go. Blog. Now, until I watched the movie Julie and Julia did I even have a grasp of what a "blog" was. Blog to me was what kind of day you were having and telling your best friend about it with a tuna sandwich in your mouth. I've been told I should write. People laugh a lot when I talk. I love to talk. So, since I have never really considered myself a "writer", however I do have amazing typing skills. Your bored already...so sorry. Let's think about this.
Today I walked to the duck pond to feed the ducks. Last time I went there it was because my boyfriend (which I no longer have...ouch!) was fighting and I ran there to sit on the covered bridge and cry my eyes nearly out of their sockets. Gasped a prayer. I wonder does God laugh when we snot and blubber our prayers? That was nearly two weeks ago. Today I feel like it is better. Like I had a tumor, it was a heavy one that was attached to my chest and I had it cut of with a machete. Yeah, it's healing...but sore. Not itching like a sore does when it heals, no no no, it would bleed like crazy if I scratched it. Sore, like I smother it in salve and put nice fabric bandages on it so that it is protected. That and I haven't talked to him in three days. Yep...I still cry about it. He got me. He understood my love for moss and plants and didn't make me feel weird about it. He had good in him, but he is still and ex-boyfriend, and it's still easier to think of all the things I cant stand about him at this point.
Simply put, I love feeding ducks.
I watch them and they make me think. Quit laughing, no I'm not 70 and have a pigeon feeding fetish too! Here they are, it's freaking cold out and the snow up over my snow boots, and they won't come out of the water to eat my bread. I wave it in the air...they stare at me. I tell them what it is...still, stares. O.k you dumb ducks here you go! I toss a handful of crumbled up bread in the water. "AWWWW! She has bread! Hurry!" (That's what they said ; ) Well, what did they think I had? There I stood with my bag! After a few bites I'm cool and they love me and they gather around me and eat all I have to offer. Nice. I remind them that they are crazy birds and that they can trust me not to eat them ever. Not even the blind goose...he just lays there. I lay bread right beside him and he just stares off. He can't see me, but he knows I'm there. He must hear the others shouting about how my bread was so great and not nearly as stale as some that they have had this week. He is the only one that isn't afraid of me. I like him most. Well, I like him a lot anyway.
We are so much like ducks.
We are...really...let me explain:
Unless we see it, we don't believe it. Till they tasted the bread, they didn't believe that it was bread in my bag. Then they come running, like we do. Bread is like God's love. It's right there. So much of it, and we just sit in the water and wait for it to be thrown to us.
Some ducks fight over it. Some ducks are mean and bossy and take bread from other ducks. Their hogs. Like us. Think on this. So here is mean duck. He runs the pond and all the ducks are afraid of him. He is a bad bad duck. Did I want to pull all his feathers out and leave him to die a terrible death on the ice? NO! I just wanted him to say he was sorry and be good. To share. That's how God is. When we are "bad ducks" he doesn't want to hurt us, torture us...he just wants us to repent and try to be good. He knows you are going to screw up. He loves us anyway. When we know better and we are still bad, I'm sure he gets frustrated...but there is always a chance to change.
Then there's the ducks that are off in the distance. They never truly trust. Just hang out in the back while the hog eats all the bread and they probably wish someone would pluck him and toss him to the side, but they end up hungry. So many of us are like that. We don't really try to get out there...we get used to be hungry. God wants to bless us all with all he can, he has loaves for us, not just crumbs.
So, as I walked away I had this thought:
If one of those ducks decided to follow after me, I would be so excited! My daughter would have an absolute fit and tell me no pet ducks, just like the no pet ferret! But if one followed me home, I would give it bread, corn, it could sleep on my porch...heck, I would even get it a pet duck bed!
Now, that's God's love for us. He wants us to follow him. Follow him and he will give you all you could ever imagine. Do you think that the ducks at that pond could ever imagine having all they could ever dream of? Yeah, well we don't either a lot of the time.
Seems pretty simple. Be good ducks. Follow after God. Get good bread.
There, my first blog. ; )
Today I walked to the duck pond to feed the ducks. Last time I went there it was because my boyfriend (which I no longer have...ouch!) was fighting and I ran there to sit on the covered bridge and cry my eyes nearly out of their sockets. Gasped a prayer. I wonder does God laugh when we snot and blubber our prayers? That was nearly two weeks ago. Today I feel like it is better. Like I had a tumor, it was a heavy one that was attached to my chest and I had it cut of with a machete. Yeah, it's healing...but sore. Not itching like a sore does when it heals, no no no, it would bleed like crazy if I scratched it. Sore, like I smother it in salve and put nice fabric bandages on it so that it is protected. That and I haven't talked to him in three days. Yep...I still cry about it. He got me. He understood my love for moss and plants and didn't make me feel weird about it. He had good in him, but he is still and ex-boyfriend, and it's still easier to think of all the things I cant stand about him at this point.
Simply put, I love feeding ducks.
I watch them and they make me think. Quit laughing, no I'm not 70 and have a pigeon feeding fetish too! Here they are, it's freaking cold out and the snow up over my snow boots, and they won't come out of the water to eat my bread. I wave it in the air...they stare at me. I tell them what it is...still, stares. O.k you dumb ducks here you go! I toss a handful of crumbled up bread in the water. "AWWWW! She has bread! Hurry!" (That's what they said ; ) Well, what did they think I had? There I stood with my bag! After a few bites I'm cool and they love me and they gather around me and eat all I have to offer. Nice. I remind them that they are crazy birds and that they can trust me not to eat them ever. Not even the blind goose...he just lays there. I lay bread right beside him and he just stares off. He can't see me, but he knows I'm there. He must hear the others shouting about how my bread was so great and not nearly as stale as some that they have had this week. He is the only one that isn't afraid of me. I like him most. Well, I like him a lot anyway.
We are so much like ducks.
We are...really...let me explain:
Unless we see it, we don't believe it. Till they tasted the bread, they didn't believe that it was bread in my bag. Then they come running, like we do. Bread is like God's love. It's right there. So much of it, and we just sit in the water and wait for it to be thrown to us.
Some ducks fight over it. Some ducks are mean and bossy and take bread from other ducks. Their hogs. Like us. Think on this. So here is mean duck. He runs the pond and all the ducks are afraid of him. He is a bad bad duck. Did I want to pull all his feathers out and leave him to die a terrible death on the ice? NO! I just wanted him to say he was sorry and be good. To share. That's how God is. When we are "bad ducks" he doesn't want to hurt us, torture us...he just wants us to repent and try to be good. He knows you are going to screw up. He loves us anyway. When we know better and we are still bad, I'm sure he gets frustrated...but there is always a chance to change.
Then there's the ducks that are off in the distance. They never truly trust. Just hang out in the back while the hog eats all the bread and they probably wish someone would pluck him and toss him to the side, but they end up hungry. So many of us are like that. We don't really try to get out there...we get used to be hungry. God wants to bless us all with all he can, he has loaves for us, not just crumbs.
So, as I walked away I had this thought:
If one of those ducks decided to follow after me, I would be so excited! My daughter would have an absolute fit and tell me no pet ducks, just like the no pet ferret! But if one followed me home, I would give it bread, corn, it could sleep on my porch...heck, I would even get it a pet duck bed!
Now, that's God's love for us. He wants us to follow him. Follow him and he will give you all you could ever imagine. Do you think that the ducks at that pond could ever imagine having all they could ever dream of? Yeah, well we don't either a lot of the time.
Seems pretty simple. Be good ducks. Follow after God. Get good bread.
There, my first blog. ; )
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