1.18.2009

One Word.



QOTD:
What one word, and one word only, would you put in your NO sign today?

1.16.2009

Meal at the Manor.


Appetizer ~
What do you not give a damn about?

Soup ~
What is the best thing since sliced bread?

Salad ~
What does your inquiring mind want to know?

Entrée ~
Are you satisfied with your current cellphone service?

Dessert ~
What calms your stomach when it is upset?

1.14.2009

Two Years.


"For in our suffering,
not apart from it,
Jesus enters our sadness,
takes us by the hand,
pulls us gently up to stand,
and invites us to dance.
We find the way to pray,
as the psalmist did,
"You have turned my mourning
into dancing"(Ps 30:11),
because at the center of our grief
we can find the grace of God."
~ Henri Nouwen



You are missed on this and all days.

Rest in Peace, Momma
8.2.39 ~ 1.14.2007

1.13.2009

word{s}

  1. roll ~
  2. deception ~
  3. conspiracy ~
  4. broken ~
  5. close ~
  6. tomorrow ~
  7. string ~
  8. nothing ~
  9. missing ~
  10. game ~

1.12.2009

Well That Was Odd.


There I was, sitting on my sofa, chatting and watching football when the doorbell gonged. My door bell doesn't ding dong it gongs. I love it. But I digress. I am startled as is both the kid who is back in his room as well as one of the cats who ran to hide. I think that is the first time anyone has actually rung the doorbell.

I go to the peephole and look out and am quite surprised to see my ex-father-in-law standing on the porch. I open the door and greet him and invite him in. He informs me that he had been working on his computer all morning and had gotten bored and decided to come say hi. {he lives less than a mile away}

We sat in the livingroom and chatted about nothing while watching a bit of football. He stayed close to half an hour before taking his leave.

My daughter had a good laugh when I told her the story. The kid just shook his head wondering aloud what was up with that after his grandfather left.

QOTD:
Did anything odd happen to you this weekend?

1.10.2009

Sometimes.


We all get at least one good wish a year. Over the candles on our birthday. Some of us throw in more. On eyelashes, fountains, lucky stars, and every now and then, one of those wishes comes true. So what then? Is it is as good as we'd hoped? Do we bask in the warm glow of our happiness? Or, do we just notice we've got a long list of other wishes waiting to be wished?


We don't wish for the easy stuff. We wish for big things. Things that are ambitious, out of reach. We wish because we need help and we're scared and we know we may be asking too much. We still wish, though, because sometimes they come true.
~ meredith grey