Posh Eclectic

Organic Food.......Yes, Please!

2011-04-23T10:42:00.001-07:00

A couple of weeks ago, a friend of mine posted a video on his Facebook page that piqued my interest. I saw the words "food allergies" beside the video, and having a child with a food allergy (peanuts), I wanted to watch and see what it was all about.

So, I watched it. I was completely freaked out by what I learned. I then wished that I was still blissfully ignorant.

She tells of her experience having a child who had a bad reaction to a processed food product, then shares her findings of the research she did to find out about food allergies and why they are so prevalent today.

She explains the introduction of engineered grains and foods into our national food supply is the culprit for the rise in food allergies. Some additives are also linked to asthma, which my daughter also has. Unless you are eating organic foods, you are most likely ingesting at least one of these engineered grains without even knowing it. i.e. corn, peanuts, canola, soy. Corn is in basically EVERYTHING we eat in some form or another. Even our sodas in the form of high-fructose corn syrup.

I was very concerned about what I learned, so I did a little research myself. I found out about harmful food additives and preservatives and what they do to our bodies.
Here is a site I found. It only has some of the additives listed. There are many more!

http://tpzoo.wordpress.com/2009/07/01/the-top-12-harmful-food-additives-you-need-to-eliminate-from-your-diet/

The video is about eighteen minutes long, but it is worth the time to watch it.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rixyrCNVVGA&feature=player_embedded

In the past couple of weeks, I have gone through my pantry, thrown out many processed foods that contained harmful additives, bought organic foods, and have been on a mission to help my family eat better and healthier.

I did find some sites, thanks to a couple of friends, that offer organic food coupons, which helped me a tremendous amount at Publix yesterday.

Check these sites out:
www.moneysavingmom.com
www.organicdeals.com
www.savingnaturally.com
www.organicfoodcoupons.com

I also found that you could go to the websites of organic food companies, and oftentimes they would have coupons available. You just have to check around.

If I can help my daughter, my family be healthier by eating organic and natural foods when at all possible, then I will do what it takes.

I'm a Slacker

2011-04-18T12:27:00.001-07:00

So, admittedly, I am a slacker. I haven't posted anything since November. I could ramble off a few different excuses, some of which are legitimate, but that wouldn't do any of us any good.

I have a new goal. At least two new posts a week. Consistently written. Purposefully spoken through the click, click, click of my keyboard.

No more slacking off.

I Boast In My Weaknesses

2010-11-10T07:10:00.000-08:00

I am an imperfect person.

Sometimes I talk too much or say the wrong things. Sometimes I get loud. I'm a bear if I don't get enough sleep, and sometimes I'm selfish. The list goes on and on.

There are certain things that I am prone to struggle with; certain weaknesses that I have to battle alomost daily.

Let me tell you something....I struggle with the fact that I have struggles. Vicious cycle.

If only I didn't struggle with this....
If I didn't have this flaw.....
If I just didn't have this weakness....

But now, I am beginning to see the upside of the downside--my struggles. Let me explain.

God made us all with unique abilities, qualities, gifts, personalities. We are uniquely us and uniquely His, right? But He made us, flaws and all. Weaknesses and all.

In 2 Corinthians 12:9-10, Paul says:
12:9 But he said to me, “My grace is enough for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.” So then, I will boast most gladly about my weaknesses, so that the power of Christ may reside in me. 12:10 Therefore I am content with weaknesses, with insults, with troubles, with persecutions and difficulties for the sake of Christ, for whenever I am weak, then I am strong.

God's power is made perfect in my weakness. What does that mean?

When I am weak, I am strong because of God's power through me. If I have victory in an area of weakness because of His power in me, that brings Him glory.

As I said earlier, I used to hate that I had areas of weakness or that I struggled with things, but now I am seeing the potential to bring Him much more glory through that than had I not had those struggles or weaknesses in the first place.

Because when I overcome, I can't boast in myself. I can't boast in my methods that ultimately fail each time.

When I overcome, I can boast in my weaknesses because THROUGH HIM---when I am weak, then I am strong.

Uniquely You

2010-11-04T09:37:00.000-07:00

Every year in January, my church has an annual ladies' retreat at the beach. A couple of years ago, I attended my first one since moving back to my home church. I was so excited to spend time with the other ladies in my church, get to know them better, and meet the ones I didn't know.

Our first night there, we had dinner, played a couple of games, then we had a "mixer" or "ice breaker" type game. I have no problem with mixers. I actually like them. I love meeting new people and learning new things about people that maybe I didn't already know.

The first mixer was simple; find the other ladies in the room who had the same birth month as you. No problem. Quickly, everyone began talking, moving around the room, and soon there were twelve groups formed.

After a couple of minutes of talking with the ones in our groups, our next task was called out----find the ladies in the room who have the same shoe size as you. I immediately felt a little awkward and self-conscious. I know it sounds funny, but I have always felt like I stick out because of my height and my big feet.

But, I put a smile on my face and set out on my mission to find the other size elevens in the room. After a couple of minutes, I was even more mortified. Still no other size eleven in the room out of probably seventy-five plus women. I was going to be singled out! Oh, no. Please don't single me out!

Then, I heard her voice, "Are you a size eleven?"

I turned around and saw the smile on her face. We were the only two size elevens in the whole crowd, and it was a bit humorous.

She immediately looked down at my feet, "I love your shoes! Where did you get them?"

At least I found the only other woman (to my knowledge) in my church who I can borrow shoes from.

I chuckle when I think back to that night, how awkward I felt, but how God has brought it back to my mind recently as He has been teaching me that I am uniquely me and uniquely His, big feet and all.

There is always a pressure to conform---in the way we dress, speak, raise our children, in the things we do, watch, or approve.

As a woman, I think we struggle so much truly being ourselves because we often are saying to ourselves, (whether you realize it or not)

"Am I pretty enough?"
"Am I funny enough?"
"Am I lovable enough?"
"Am I likeable?"
"Am I a good enough mother?"
"Am I a good enough wife?"
"Do I say the right things?"
"Do I wear the right clothes?"
"Do I have the right friends?"

And the list goes on. But do you see the striving here? How we are trying to be something maybe we are not? How we try to mask who we really are because of what the culture (locally or nationally) says we should be like?

How many of us are brave enough, secure enough in God's love to stop striving and just be who He created you to be?

I'm not there yet, but He is teaching me that it's okay to be set apart. It's okay to be Amanda. I can take the masks off, because I will be the most beautiful me when I am the Amanda He uniquely created me to be.

And that goes for you to.

Pushing Through the Pain

2010-08-30T11:45:00.000-07:00

My husband squeezes my left hand, his eyes intent on the monitor to my right, "Okay. Here comes another one. Focus. Breathe."

I feel my abdomen begin to harden and rise, starting at my lower back and peaking at my navel. It contracts until I wonder if my ligaments are going to snap back like a rubber band.

The pain is almost unbearable.

"One, two, three, four. That's right. Just breathe. It's almost over," my husband encourages me.

Finally, I let out a long gush of air, relieved that the contraction has passed.

My husband pats my head, kisses my hand, "You did good. That one peaked for a while, didn't it? Hang in there. You're almost there."

Almost there? I may have been in labor ten hours already, but it felt like days. And the next couple of hours before my second child, Ashlyn, was born seemed forever long.

Lamaze coaches will tell you to find something in the room to focus on during contractions to help you get through the pain....to help you focus on something other than the pain.

But there was a point during labor when all I could focus on was the pain. It was so hard to look ahead to the end result of a beautiful baby girl.

Isn't that what we do in our spiritual lives as well? When we're in the midst of pain or trials, it is hard to see the purpose. It's difficult to focus on anything but what we're going through at the moment.

My pastor has said that there is always purpose in pain. Why, then, when pain is our closest companion, do we forget that God's hand is at work? We forget to fix our eyes on Him to help us get through it?

When my baby girl was finally placed in my arms after twelve hours of labor, the joy I felt was unspeakable. Her swollen, flattened face was so beautiful. Her cries were music to me. After nine months, I finally got to meet her.

The end result didn't diminish, negate, or even make me forget the pain, it made it all worth it.

Romans 5:3-5

Present Pain

2010-08-25T13:30:00.000-07:00

I walk into the Pediatrician's office, child in tow.

The dreaded shots.

After a few minutes of waiting, her name is called. I lead her back to the examination room like a lamb to the slaughter. She has no idea what is coming next, blissfully unaware of any impending pain.

The nurse comes in and instructs me to lay my child on the exam table and to hold her arms still. The nurse then holds down her legs.

The look on my child's face, the pleading in her eyes brings tears to mine.

A wail of pain tears from her throat as the first shot pierces her upper thigh. She looks at me again with confusion on her face as if to say, "Mama, how could you let her do this to me?"

In a few brief seconds, all the shots have been administered. I pick up my beautiful daughter to console her, and I wipe the tears from her eyes. Then, I wipe the tears from mine.

Her pain causes me pain.

But, I put her through the pain, allow the temporary sting because as her mother, I want what is best for her. If immediate, temporary pain can prevent tremendous devastation in the future, then loving her means allowing that immediate pain.

Then I think of my Heavenly Father, how He must feel when His children experience pain and heartache. How it hurts Him when we look at Him with pleading eyes and masks of confusion on our faces.

"God, how can You let this happen to me? Why do I have to go through this pain?"

He knows that soon enough, the pain will pass and will have strengthened us, stretched us, grown us in ways we cannot comprehend.

Then He picks us up to console us, His beloved children. He wipes the tears from our eyes.

Then He wipes the tears from His.

Checking Things Off

2010-06-01T10:18:00.000-07:00

This picture was taken at our first meeting in March.

Number twelve on my "bucket list" was to start a civic club to make a difference in my hometown of Opp, Alabama. When I look around, I see a small town with huge potential! I could see many things that could be done or bettered simply by bringing like-minded people together and pooling our resources. I could look down Covington Avenue and see the potential hustle-bustle of happy shoppers. I could look at the main roads of our town and see them transformed into quaint, landscaped by-ways that draw people in to our close-knit community. I could look at our park and see it filled with children squealing in delight, mothers smiling contentedly as they watch their young. I could see an array of things about our community that are good, but could be better; so many needs that are going unmet. I wanted to do something about it.

About a year and a half ago, I went to my friend Stephanie's house bubbling with the idea of starting a civic club. She immediately was on board as well, and for the next couple of hours, we talked, dreamed, brain-stormed, and researched how to start a civic club. Around the same time, another group of friends, Abby, Katie, and Hayley, had the same idea. But nothing came of it until earlier this year when I posted my "Bucket List." Abby said, "Let's take care of number twelve." And the ball started rolling.

I am so excited to tell you that we are now official! The Opp Khelpanan Society is ready to make a difference in our community! Our first official meeting was in March. Since then, we have written our by-laws, which were approved at our last meeting and are now currently in the process of being filed at the court house, our non-profit status!

So, Number Twelve on my Bucket List----Start a Civic Club----Check! It's off the list.

Birthday Party Part 2

2010-05-17T09:55:00.000-07:00

Monogram royal icing cookie favors.

All of the decorations.

Here is a closeup of the garland I made using fabric left over from the t-shirts, ric rac, ribbon, and tulle. SO CUTE!

Blowing out candles!

Birthday Party Part 1

2010-05-17T09:39:00.000-07:00

This past weekend, we did a combined birthday party for our two daughters. Since their birthdays are only a month apart, combining two parties into one was a logical and ecomomical idea that everyone enjoyed!

I loved the invitation! You can order this and many more at www.shophollydays.com!

This was my first full fondant cake. It was a lot of work, but I was pleased with how it turned out. I tried to match the invitation as closely as possible.

The girls were so excited about their party! They wore cupcake t-shirts for the occasion. I made a template with paper, cut out the fabric, then affixed it to the shirt using Heat Bond. A friend finished off the look by stitching around the design, adding a number monogram and ric rac at the bottom.

Sol Logos.....which is your vote?

2010-04-30T13:33:00.000-07:00

I would love to have your input. I am in a Christian band called Sol. I have been playing around with Logos. Below is a slideshow with the ones I have so far. Which one do you vote for?

"Sol Logos"

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More Flowers

2010-04-30T12:40:00.001-07:00

I planted this chartreuse beauty (I don't know what it's called) in an old cast iron wash pot along with white flowers.

Foxgloves are also one of my favorite flowers!

Spring in the South

2010-04-30T11:02:00.000-07:00

I love this time of year! I thought I would share with you the fruits of my labor.....in my flowerbeds that is. There is nothing like sitting in the swing on a spring afternoon, enjoying the beautiful colors and shapes of flowers that God gives us to enjoy!

This is one of my favorite flowers....the bearded Iris. Mine have bloomed so well this year!

I love using bright colors in the spring! I used lime green mesh on a grapevine wreath, and placed an ivy topiary underneath.

Southern Belle Nursery

2010-04-22T11:27:00.000-07:00

Beautiful bedding plants at Southern Belle Nursery!

Every year, I get the fever. Spring fever. As soon as February nears an end, I am eager for warm sunny days that I can spend outside. In the dirt.

As soon as the blooming azaleas and dogwoods appear, (although they were a little late this year), I am anxiously awaiting the arrival of bedding plants at Southern Belle Nursery. I jump in my vehicle, take a ride south on 331, and see if OPEN is on thier sign out front. The day I see that sign each spring it gives me pure joy....soon I will be coming home with the back of my vehicle loaded with beautiful plants to brighten my yard!

I have been a customer at Southern Belle Nursery for five years now. My first visit was the year I got married, and I was as clueless about flowers as men are about women. I know I asked the owner, Jan Bloxham, five hundred questions that year, and probably as many or more every year since, but she graciously answers each one with knowledge and patience. I appreciate the helpfulness, especially when I have my two children with me, and the kindness that Mr. and Mrs. Bloxham show each time I visit.

Southern Belle Nursery has been in business for eighteen years, with a customer base that has been loyal from the start.

"We try to offer the best quality at the lowest price," Mrs. Bloxham told me."We don't sell trash."

One of Mrs. Jan Bloxham's favorites, marigolds. She also loves geraniums.

Southern Belle Nursery is open March-May and September-November each year.
Hours of operation: 9-5 Monday-Saturday. Closed Sunday.
1320 Hwy. 331 South
Opp, AL 36467
334-493-6155
Owners: Walt and Jan Bloxham

Local Focus

2010-02-16T10:32:00.001-08:00

In November, I wrote about a hometown tradition of mine, going to the Young's Florist Christmas Open House.

I am going to start a new blog series called LOCAL FOCUS. It will highlight unique businesses or events in the area of Opp, Alabama.

I am thrilled to acknowledge the hard work, eccentricities, and unique qualities of the area!

New Post coming soon!

Update on Bucket List

2010-02-16T10:20:00.001-08:00

Making my "Bucket List" has put things in motion.

I am so excited to say that four of my twenty listed items will be crossed off very soon! Maybe making the list and having set goals helps keep you focused. It has given me some momentum that I truly needed!

Here is the status:
#1. Finish my novel: I have started meeting with a former teacher of mine, a writing/critiquing session for both of us, as she is writing a novel also. I am so thankful for the opportunity to meet with her and glean from her knowledge! It certainly is a motivater to keep writing. I'll be finished with that novel before you know it!

#6. See Flyleaf in concert: My wonderful husband bought me tickets to see Flyleaf on March ninth! It was the best Valentine's Day gift ever! That one will be off the list in just a couple short weeks!

#9 Run a marathon: Okay, so that will be a while, but I did start working with a personal trainer this week. I hope to get whipped into shape so I can accomplish that goal in the near future!

#12 Start a new civic club: I met with three other friends to get the ball rolling. A couple of us met with our local Chamber of Commerce, and we hope to have our initial meeting in the next couple of weeks! That one is coming off the list soon!

I am so excited to see these things come to fruition, or at least heading in that direction! There is such a sense of accomplishment! Maybe I should have made that list a long time ago!

My "Bucket" List

2010-01-18T08:44:00.001-08:00

It has been a while since I posted anything. It was such a busy Christmas season! My husband was off work for two weeks, so I tried to use that time to spend with him, not posting blogs.

I have been thinking a lot about things I want to do or experience, and decided that if I am not intentional about achieving those goals, they will never happen. Hence, the list was born.

So, here goes. These are in no particular order.

1. Finish my novel.
2. Be a published author.
3. Be on Wheel of Fortune.
4. Go on a mission trip to a Spanish-speaking country.
5. See the Grand Canyon.
6. See Flyleaf in concert and meet the band.
7. Co-author a book with Ted Dekker
8. Meet and interview Stephenie Meyer.
9. Run a marathon.
10. Vacation in Montana.
11. Go to Europe.
12. Start a new civic club to make a difference in my hometown.
13. Finish the children's book that I started.
14. Have said children's book published.
15. See one of the Seven Wonders of the World.
16. View a taping (live) of So You Think You Can Dance.
17. Go to Disney World with my husband and daughters.
18. Go to New Zealand.
19. Be on the set of a movie production.
20. Meet and visit with the Duggar family.

That is it for now. I will add as I think of other things that I want to do, and post when I am able to strike something from the list. I can't wait to get started!

Gravity

2009-12-08T08:17:00.000-08:00

I am a big fan of So You Think You Can Dance. Especially the clip below. It is awesome when they use dance to tackle tough issues! Mia Micheals, the choreographer for this piece, is brilliant!

Things I Love

2009-12-08T07:50:00.000-08:00

1. Ted Dekker books--Just recently read my first Ted Dekker thriller, and I loved it! He is a brilliant author. It took me a bit to warm up to him, but the more I read, the more I liked it. About to read book three in the Circle Series---White. Read Black, and Red already. Looking forward to White and Green. He also wrote House with Frank Peretti, which has been made into a movie, and Thr3e.
2. Peppermint Mocha coffe creamer. Mmmmm. So good this time of year. It's like Christmas in a cup.
3. The look on my three-year-old's face when she talks about Christmas---priceless.
4. My husband's unbridled enthusiasm for Alabama Football. I think he has nearly had three heart attacks this season, but he is ecstatic about the Tide winning the SEC championship!
5. The fact that my husband never complained about me dragging him to watch NEW MOON. I think he secretly enjoyed it.
6. When my husband gets uncontrollable hiccups when he laughs too hard. It happens every time! We've been married nearly five years, and it still cracks me up! The most recent incident was while watching National Lampoon's Christmas Vacation! Enough said.
7. Church Music by David Crowder Band. Awesome!
8. Christmas decorations!!
9. Christmas music!

My Christmas Decorations Part 2

2009-11-30T16:04:00.001-08:00

Outside, I added fresh Magnolia branches to traditional garland for texture.

Another view of the "New Year's" decor.

Present garland. I saw this idea in the 2009 Christmas with Southern Living Book. Wrap presents, then string up with twine or cording. Beautiful!

Another couple of views of my Christmas tree!

My Christmas Decorations Part 1

2009-11-30T14:56:00.000-08:00

I went with a red and green theme this year! I am always drawn to the traditional red and green, and am pleased at how mine turned out.

My TV Armoire got a holiday boost with the same red/green/white polka dot ribbon that I used on the tree. I also accented with fresh magnolia branches for texture (right out of Granny's yard.) I used magnolia branches quite a bit this year, and I LOVE the way it looks!

This tree is smaller, and in my dining room. It is for the kiddos (and my husband)! A candy theme was carried in the dining room with candy and gingerbread ornaments, and playful colored lights!

The candy theme was taken to the buffet with the same playful colors and a Nutcracker. I used and old window, which I painted, distressed, and added window screening to, to add some weight to the room (and it was also a nice place to hang a wreath)!

This is my tribute to New Year's Eve. The black, white, and silver always remind me of a formal New Year's Eve Party. I spay painted magnolia branches and large pincones silver for a dramtic effect, then arranged them using black and white bowls to add height, then black glittery sprays to add a glitzy effect.

More Christmas decorating ideas in the next post! I just couldn't fit it all into one! Hope you enjoy!

Don't Be Shy

2009-11-20T10:48:00.000-08:00

I am humbled that readers from all over the country and even abroad read my blog. It blows my mind each time I look and see where in the world my readers are. Wow.

So, I am a bit curious. I'd like to pose a question and, hopefully, receive some feedback.

I grew up in a small town in South Alabama. For the majority of my life this is where I have lived. I have had the privelege to do some traveling and live other places (NYC, Oklahoma City, and a three month stint in Ewa Beach, Hawaii), so I am always curiously astounded by the differences in culture in each place I have been.

I grew up and now currently reside in Opp, Alabama. It is a small town, population around 6,000, in south central Alabama. It is only about twenty minutes from the Florida State line--I can reach Ft. Walton Beach/Destin, FL area in about and hour and a half, give or take a little, and Panama City Beach, FL in around two and a half hours. I love the close proximity to the beach! Opp is a tight-knit community, proud of its' town, and a great place to raise a family. I will have to be honest and say that it took me leaving and experiencing other things to truly be able to appreciate where and how I was raised.

I love being from the south. There is just something about that southern drawl, manners, and way of life. Simple and slow. I loved lots of things about each place I have lived, all unique and distinct, but after I took flight, I ended up attached back to my roots.

So, my question is to you, dear reader, what was it like growing up where you live? What is it about your hometown, about where you live now, that you just love?

Okay, now, don't be shy. Let me know what you think! Hey, who knows, maybe you will convince me where to plan my next vacation!

I Might Squeal!

2009-11-20T08:35:00.000-08:00

I have tickets for New Moon, and I can barely contain my utter excitement! Along with my husband, and some good friends, I am making the trek to Destin, FL to watch at the Rave at Destin Commons. (I wanted to see the movie at a really good theatre, and any excuse to go to the beach is enough for me.)

I don't consider myself a "Twi-Hard," nor do I have fits over the actors, but the books were some of the best I've ever read, and I can identify with Stephenie Meyer, the author of the Twilight series, and, obviously, the story is both compelling and delightfully impossible.

I can't wait to see the pages of the book come to life on screen. I wonder if the pictures I had in my head as I read are anything close to the movie portrayal. I guess I will have to wait and see!

I am counting down the hours, and the excitement within me is building like a pressure cooker! I really hope I don't embarrass my husband and friends, because when the lights go down, I just might squeal!

More From Young's Florist Christmas Showroom

2009-11-18T04:07:00.000-08:00

Young's Florist and Gift Christmas Open House

2009-11-17T16:25:00.000-08:00

The first Saturday in November, my family has a tradition that we dare not break. We look forward to it all year, and dream about the glittering, glitzy feast our eyes will partake of.

When my husband's mother, grandmother, sisters, nieces, and I meet at 9am on Covington Avenue in Opp, Alabama for Young's yearly Christmas Open House, we can barely contain our excitement. Giddy with enthusiasm, and bubbling over with sheer delight, we enter a new world, a Christmas kingdom. It's the stuff only dreams are made of----until you walk into Young's Florist and Gift and it all becomes a mesmerizing reality.

My heart pounds and adrenaline courses through my veins as my eyes are met with dozens of themed Christmas trees, all decked out with carefully placed ornaments and ribbons, intricately woven together for the perfect effect. It's overwhelming at first----which tree, ornament, or figurine do I look at first? There are colorfully decorated mantlepieces,table upon table of Christmas figures and decor, and basket upon basket filled to the brim with glittering ornaments and sprays to adorn any tree. There are traditional red and green themed trees, funky pink and purple trees, and trees glinted with red and gold. This year, as you enter the showroom, an elegant tree trimmed in black, silver, and white stands in grandeur, greeting you as you enter this Christmas wonderland. No matter your taste, you will be sure to find a tree you will love!

The only problem is choosing which ornaments to buy.

Each year, I add to my collection, and I pick out a special ornament for my two girls. Thier Nana does the same. By the time they are ready for a tree of thier own, they will have enough ornaments to fill thier trees, and all from Young's Florist.

To my family, the yearly attendance of the Open House is more than just a time to buy an ornament, it is a special tradition, a time when we spend time together and create memories for our family. I look forward to taking my girls with me each year as they grow old enough, and, hopefully, it is something they will pass down to thier children as well.

If you are in the area, go by and check out the Christmas showroom. You will not be disappointed! It is located at
114 E. Covington Ave. in Opp, AL.
334-493-4566

Above, I have posted some pictures of some of the trees. I wish my camera did the place justice!

Possum is a Bad Influence.

2009-10-30T20:38:00.000-07:00

For those of you who read regularly, you might be familiar with my three year old daughter's imaginary purple lizard, Possum. He has been with us for over a year now, and daily, he interjects himself into our lives more frequently.

Just a couple of weeks ago, we were getting out of our vehicle, and my daughter almost had a fit because I started to close the car door immediately after she exited. Nonetheless, I had to hold the door open for Possum, and assure Katlyn that he was out safely.

I could tell you so many things she says about him. Many times a day.

But the most recent event with Possum that still gets me chuckling was this past Wednesday night.

It was the night of my church's annual Trunk or Treat fall festival. My pastor saw Katlyn began asking her about Possum. The exchange went a little something like this:

"Katlyn, what's Possum doing?"

"He's eating a bird."

"He's eating a bird?"

"Yep.....now he's pooping!"

That one took me off gaurd, and I think it took my pastor off gaurd, too. We got a laugh out of it, however, I have talked to Katlyn about what is and isn't appropriate to talk about.

I just never know what Possum is going to be doing next!

Oh, How He Loves Us

2009-10-19T09:40:00.001-07:00

I heard this song on the radio yesterday.

Sometimes I just need to be reminded of His love for me.

New Moon

2009-10-16T11:04:00.001-07:00

Can I just say that I am so excited about the upcoming movie, New Moon, the second installment of the Twilight Saga.

I bet I am not the only person who is pumped and wishes that November 20th would just get here, already.

And due to popular demand, the release date for the soundtrack has been moved up to.....TODAY!

So excited!

Old Age and Defensive Driving

2009-10-15T14:38:00.001-07:00

A couple of days ago, my husband and I had to go out of town and we had to take separate vehicles. After about fifteen minutes, we got behind a really slow vehicle, and on those winding back roads, there was nowhere to pass. We were stuck there for a while.

After a few minutes, I finally got the opportunity to pass. I slammed the accelerator, and passed easily, glancing over my shoulder as I did. The driver was a little old lady. She didn't look too happy.

I thought Jared was right behind me, but when I looked back, the lady had sped up and started driving in the middle of the road, blocking him from passing.

It was soooooo funny! I got a kick out of teasing my husband for getting blocked by a little old lady.

I guess she really didn't appreciate being passed, and in her old age has become quite the defensive driver.

2009-10-09T06:40:00.000-07:00

Possum and "Chuck-E-Jesus"

2009-10-09T06:08:00.000-07:00

As my oldest daughter Katlyn grows, so does her imagination.

The infamous imaginary friend, Possum the Purple Lizard, has been coming around our house more and more these days. He has also become somewhat of a bad influence.

Katlyn asks a question like, "Mama, can I throw that on the floor?"

And,of course, I say, "No."

And her retort is, "But Possum says I can."

And then, if Katlyn says something out of the ordinary and I ask, "Where did you hear that?"

Katlyn says, "Possum!" That is her answer for a lot of things these days. Possum is always telling her she can do this or that, most of the time contrary to what Mama and Daddy would say.

Last week, Katlyn actually moved her plate across the table so she could sit by Possum.

What am I going to do with her?

I have to share this, too. Yesterday, a commercial for Chuck-E-Cheese Pizza came on and Katlyn said, "Chuck-E-Jesus scares me."

I could not stop laughing at that one. I guess every time we've said "Chuck-E-Cheese's" she thought we were saying "Chuck-E-Jesus!"

I am enjoying my girls so much! They, more often than not, are a great source of laughter!

Purpose in Pain

2009-09-23T06:20:00.000-07:00

Although today He prunes my twigs with pain,
Yet doth His blood nourish and warm my root;
Tomorrow I shall put forth buds again
And clothe myself with fruit.
Christina Georgina Rosetti

God is pruning me. And it is painful. I have hope because He always finishes what He starts.

And there is always purpose in pain.

After all this pruning and cutting and loss of blooms, I know that when my spring comes again, I will bloom even more than before.

Amazing, Because It Is

2009-09-08T08:00:00.000-07:00

One of my new favorite songs.

A Little Something I Like to Call Mommy Brain

2009-09-08T06:17:00.000-07:00

It seems that since my first pregnancy, my brain just hasn't worked the same. I am forgetful, and absent-minded, and, well, honestly, a little ditzy. I just don't remember having such a hard time remembering things before life with kids. Maybe, during the pregnancy, some of your brain cells are sucked right out of you. Let me prove my point.

I made a trip to Wal-Mart, by myself, a rare treat. I leisurely strolled the aisles, taking my time to really look and compare prices. When I had everything I needed, I headed back to the parking lot, but I couldn't find my Tahoe.

Where is it? I asked myself. I know I parked on this aisle!

I walked down the aisle I thought I parked on. No Tahoe. I walked back up the next row. No Tahoe. By this time I was getting stares. One lady was looking at me funny. I'm sure she probably thought I was crazy, walking around the parking lot trying to find my vehicle.

By this time I was getting a little panicky.

Has someone really stolen my car?

After a few more minutes of searching, I called my husband. He could hear the concern in my voice.

"What's wrong?" he asked me.

I told him that I thought someone stole the Tahoe.

Silence. Then laughter.

"What is so funny?" I asked, not believing his reaction, a little miffed.

"Amanda," he started, "you didn't drive the Tahoe. You took the car since you didn't have the kids with you."

"Oh." I said and right in front of me was my car. It had been where I thought I parked the whole time.

And the most recent MOMMY BRAIN moment was this past Friday.

After returning home from an afternoon out, both of my girls were asleep. One by one, I took them inside from the vehicle in order to not wake them up.

My husband got home from work about 11:40 that night, and he was a bit angry.

"What is wrong with you? Why are you mad?" I was baffled. What had I done?

"You left the door open on the Tahoe!"

Oh, man. I never went back outside to shut the door after bringing the girls inside. It had been hours, and a good majority of that time it had been raining. Hard. The entire back seat was soaking wet, car seats and all.

How could I have forgotten something like that? I tell you, it was Mommy Brain.

Now I just have to figure out how to get the stink out.

Sacrifice

2009-09-03T09:24:00.000-07:00

I am posting here something I wrote a few months ago on another blog. The subject came up this past weekend in my Sunday School class as we were talking about sacrifice....Were we willing to sacrifice for God as He sacrificed for us?

Here it is.....

I have been listening to a song called Cassie by Flyleaf. I didn't like it at first, until I really listened to the lyrics and found out what it was about.

It says.....

The question asked in order to save her life or take it.

The answer no to avoid death, the answer yes would make it.

Do you believe in God? Written on the bullet. Say yes to pull the trigger.

Do you believe in God? Written on the bullet, and Cassie pulled the trigger.

The song is about the Columbine shootings, particularly about Cassie Bernall, who was asked, "Do you believe in God?" She said yes and was killed.

I have been thinking about this a lot the last couple of days. I have asked myself the question if I was in the same situation, would I boldly face death in order to not deny my God and my Savior? Do I really believe "whoever loses his life for My sake will gain it?" My curiosity got the best of me, and I looked up information on the shooting, which happened in April of 1999. I found some disturbing footage on youtube of the actual shootings that happened in the library, where Cassie Bernall was killed along with others, and the two gunmen also took their lives. (I wasn't expecting to see what I saw...I expected to see only what was shown on tv..... if you try to look it up,I must warn you, it is disturbing.) But watching the video, the fear and horror of the situation struck me as people pleaded for their lives, and the gunmen, unaffected by the pleads, killed mercilessly. How horrible it must have been for those people! Yet, in that terrible situation, Cassie boldly said yes even though she most likely knew what was about to happen. Would you be able to make a stand in the face of death???

Do you believe in God written on the bullet?

And I will pull the trigger.

His Sieve

2009-09-02T10:15:00.000-07:00

"If we believe in Jesus, it is not what we gain, but what He pours through us that counts. It is not that God makes us beautifully rounded grapes, but that He squeezes the sweetness out of us. Spiritually, we cannot measure our life by success, but only by what God pours through us, and we cannot measure that at all."
Oswald Chambers

Reading My Utmost for His Highest this morning, God spoke to me the very words that I needed to hear. "We cannot measure our life by success...." When I don't focus on the right thing, I can get caught up in this.

What am I doing?, I ask myself. I am only a Stay-At-Home Mom.

"We cannot measure our life by success...." He reminded me.

I have to be willing to let Him pour through me, to allow Him to take this imperfect, flawed human and do something Divine. And that has nothing to with me except my willingness to be His sieve.

Epiphany

2009-09-01T11:04:00.000-07:00

I need one.

My Bubble

2009-09-01T09:34:00.000-07:00

My bubble was burst last week. My protective, harder than steel, imaginary bubble popped, and now I stand here, feeling vulnerable.

When I was summoned for jury duty, I never imagined what laid before me as I walked up the marble steps into the courthouse. Never considered being put on a jury of such a sickening trial, and that the prepetrator would be from my small hometown.

The jury was selected, and in what felt like a whirlwhind, the trial commenced. The allegations were read, and I wanted to flee, to get away from even hearing about such awful things. But I was bound.

I worked hard not to wince each time I heard the vulgar language repeated and word pictures of accurate accounts were recreated for the jury. I labored not to cry, to show my hurt for the victim and family. I surpressed it deep down for two and a half days, not speaking even a word of it, as were sworn not to discuss the matter until deliberation. I wanted so badly to talk to someone about it, but I couldn't. It ate away at me. I would leave after that day's accounts, wait until I was alone, and cry. Cry for all of the things that were done to the defenseless victim. For what she had endured and what it had done to her and her family. I hurt for them. As much as possible, I pushed the thoughts aside, not letting them overtake me.

The last day of the trial came, and after the closing remarks, the jury was sent to deliberate. It didn't take us long for the verdict. Guilty. And that was it. We were released.

The next couple of days were hard for me. I guess I was shocked that these types of unspeakable acts really happen, and they were happening right around me. Was I so blind? I realized that as a stay at home mom, I really had been living in a little bubble. My own world where my husband, children, close friends and family live. I don't go anywhere, just to church or to the grocery store, and an occassional outing with friends. I had been oblivious. Oblivious even though it's all right before my eyes. What a depraved world we live in.

I guess the question to myself is now, what can I do to make it better? To push beyond the borders of my invisible bubble?

Long Week

2009-08-28T14:24:00.000-07:00

Sorry I haven't posted anything this week. It has been a very long and emotionally draining week.

I had jury duty this week and was placed on a particularly disturbing trial. It has been a whirlwind week, and an eye-opener at that.

I will post something soon, after I have rested.

My Heroes

2009-08-20T13:23:00.000-07:00

For all you Heroes fans.... the trailer for the new season, Volume 5, "Redemption." I can't wait!

Stay At Home Mom

2009-08-18T10:09:00.000-07:00

I bumped into an old colleague this past weekend. It was good to see her and to catch up on things.

"Your girls are getting so big!" she said. "What are you doing now?"

"I'm staying home with my girls." I told her. "It's probably one of the hardest jobs I've ever had...."

Then she looked at me as if I had committed a crime. I saw the shock on her face.

"...It is also the most rewarding." I finished. "I am really thankful that I can stay home, it is just hard sometimes."

"I always wanted to stay home with mine. It is really good that you can do that." she said.

We said our good-bye's, and afterwards, I kept thinking about that look of shock she had on her face when we talked. Should I not have admitted how hard it is?,
I thought. Did I seem ungrateful for the opportunity I have to be a Stay At Home Mom?

The truth is, I do love staying home. I love being able to be home for all of my daughters' "firsts." I've been there for first smiles, first words, first steps, and for that I am so grateful. I love being able to be there for my girls, for the opportunity to teach them about our God, faith, and values, to teach them about family and home as they grow. BUT.....it is very hard.

I won't lie and say that I never struggle, because I do. Some days are harder than others. Some days, I feel lonely, emotionally drained, and extremely tired. Some days, I feel like I just can't handle much more whining and crying, temper tantrums and messes. Those are the days that I really have to cry out for God's grace, for His strength to be a good mother. Maybe that's why He allows those days....so I won't forget that I can't do it on my own. I really can't. Even now as I type, while my little ones are sleeping, He is reminding me to rely on Him. He knows how tired I am. He knows how I feel. He knows. He wants me to stop trying to do it all on my own. I just don't have the strength. Tears are welling up in my eyes even now, relieved that I don't have to go it alone, and thankful for His gentle reminder.

Surviving Tropical Storm Claudette.

2009-08-17T05:45:00.001-07:00

I survived Tropical Storm Claudette.

That's a bit of an exaggeration. The weather didn't really get that bad. Just a little rain and wind.

Living only twenty minutes from the Florida State Line, and only an hour and a half from beaches, us living in South Central Alabama are no strangers to Tropical Storms or Hurricanes. Although buffered by the time it reaches us, hurricanes often pack a powerful punch here. We have dodged some bullets recently, but in years past we have had major damage....flooding, trees down, power outages, wind damage, and tornadoes that spin off of the system.

This hurricane season has been uneventful thus far, but three storms coming up in such a short period of time proves that it doesn't matter the number of storms in a single season, but the intensity of the storms. All it takes is one for devastation.

Tropical Storms Claudette and Ana have been downgraded to Tropical Depressions. Bill is now a Hurricane. All we can do now is wait and see what happens.

Just Wondering....

2009-08-14T11:13:00.000-07:00

I just got back from Wal-Mart.

I was just wandering if anybody except me ever felt like a criminal as they check your receipt as you walk out of the door. I know that they are just doing thier job, but if the alarm doesn't go off as you walk through, is that really necessary?

This past Christmas, I waited in line to get OUT of Wal-Mart....more than once.

I know that Loss Prevention is important, but, I'm just being honest, it aggravates me. Maybe other Wal-Mart's aren't like that. Maybe it is just my local one.

My rant for the day.

Fear of Cooper, the Big White Dog Frosty the Snowman, and the Easter Bunny

2009-08-13T08:39:00.001-07:00

My oldest daughter, 3 year old Katlyn, is a scaredy cat. Each night before she goes to bed, I have to turn on her Tinkerbell night light, check the closet and close the closet doors, and convince her that there is absolutely nothing to be afraid of. I try to reassure her that God is always with us, that Mommy and Daddy wouldn't let anything happen to her and that we are just in the next room, and that monsters do not exist. So far, none of these reassurances have been fruitful. (Try telling a little girl who has two imaginary pet lizards that monsters aren't real. Mommy is not very convincing.) She is afraid of the Easter Bunny, and even a two foot singing, dancing Frosty the Snowman. Lately she has been increasingly afraid of the dark, and of late, a dog named Cooper.

During Vacation Bible School a few weeks ago, kids shrieked, yelled, and giggled with excitement as Cooper the big white dog entered the scene. Most all of the kids except mine. She was absolutely terrified. She screamed, cried, and bless her heart, was visibly shaking. I had to take her out. The next night, when we arrived at church, she immediately began saying that she was scared of "the dog." We showed her the costume, hoping maybe that would help her not be afraid. That only made matters worse. Each night after that, her fears grew. I couldn't walk into the atrium of the church without her getting scared and upset. The last couple of nights, I didn't even try to enter the church through the atrium, which is where she first encountered the dog and equated being there with his prescence. I took her straight downstairs to the children's area.

Now a few weeks post VBS, she is still afraid of Cooper. She talks about him throughout the week, making references to him here and there. No matter how much we try to convince her that he is gone, and was only a costume, she is still terrified.

Last night at church.....a meltdown. I got to church, walked in the atrium with my girls, and Katlyn had an all out meltdown. It broke my heart. I don't want her to be afraid to the point of getting so upset, especially not at church. I took her downstairs and got her calmed down. She had a good rest of the night. I decided to leave through the same exit to expose her to the area and show her that Cooper is gone. Others from my church were also trying to reassure her that the dog wasn't there, but to no avail. I left church pretty upset, my heart aching for my daughter.

I am wondering if this is because of her age or a passing phase. All I know to do is continue to expose her to her fear to show her that there really isn't anything to be afraid of. It is really hard that the location of the source of her fear is our church. Hoping and praying that her fears will pass soon.

Why I Love Living in the South

2009-08-12T08:20:00.000-07:00

1. The greeting, "Hey, ya'll!"

2. Wrap-around porches and rocking chairs.

3. Sweet tea.

4. Spring-time! When all the azalea bushes are in bloom, and there are mounds of various hues of pink on every corner.

5. My Mawmaw's fried chicken, cornbread, and home-grown purple hull peas.

6. Porch swings and lemonade.

7. Southern hospitality.

8. Grits.

9. Crepe Myrtles and Daylilies.

10. The white sandy beaches of the Gulf Coast.

11. Southern gentlemen who open your door for you, push up your chair, and let you go first.

12. The way that passing motorists throw up the index finger to acknowledge you as you pass on the road.

13. When someone calls you, "Shug." (pronounced SHOOG)

14. Mild winters. You never know if on Christmas morning it will be fifty or seventy degrees.

15. Chicken-n-Dumplings. (pronounced dumplins)

16. Taking Sunday afternoon drives on dirt roads and backroads.

17. Wal-Mart. Sometimes, that's the only thing to do. And usually before you leave, you have seen half the members of your church or residents of your town.

18. Fifth Sunday Night Singings.

19. Football season. Whether it is a local or collegiate team, it IS a big deal. (Roll Tide!)

20. Southern Pride. No matter how badly we are portrayed in movies as ingnorant redneck idiots, we know how it really is here. Southern charm, class, and style are all around if you open your eyes to see!

I'm Addicted to HGTV

2009-08-11T11:41:00.000-07:00

Hello. My name is Amanda, and I an HGTV-aholic.

Well, That's what I feel like anyway. Day in and day out, I just can't seem to get away from it. I am constantly making mental notes of how I can decorate this room, or paint that chair, or do this wall treatment. It never ends. In spite of all the corney humor in some of the shows, my t.v. almost always ends back on that channel after a few minutes of channel surfing (when my little ones aren't watching cartoons, that is). There is a never-ending pool of ideas and gorgeous rooms to ooh and ahh over, and as soon as I decide, "This is how I am going to decorate my bedroom," something else catches my eye, and the indecisiveness ensues.

Maybe I should abstain from HGTV for a while so I can make up my mind on how to redecorate without being swayed multiple times a day by the glitzy, glamorous rooms the designers create. Naah. I will just keep watching and dreaming.....

Candace Olson, can you design a bedroom retreat? Genevieve, would create a fun family room? Vern, could you makeover my kitchen?

My name is Amanda, and I AM an HGTV-aholic.

After a Brief Interlude....

2009-08-10T15:22:00.000-07:00

It has been too long since I posted anything. Busy summer, but I have felt less than creative over the last couple of months. So here I am, back to it.

A couple of days ago, I went to watch Julie and Julia with some friends. I have to say that the idea of blogging and becoming a noted author as a result of that is particularly appealing to me, but the movie, was less than commendable. The story line, based on true events, is intriguing, however, I was put off by the foul language that was riddled throughout the film. When the dreaded "F" word was spoken, there was an audible gasp of shock in the theatre. In my opinion, the crude language detracted from the film's integrity. While it had it's moments of witty humor, and real-life scenarios that we could all identify with, I found it hard to connect with the charecters, and as a result, left the theatre feeling unfulfilled as an ameteur movie enthusiast. I just wanted more from it, to feel more attachment to the charecters. The only line that I can really remember is Julia Child's "Bon Appetit!"

Would I recommend this movie to others?

Skip the theatre and rent it when it is on DVD.

Possum Has Risen

2009-06-15T05:54:00.000-07:00

I thought Possum was no more. For good. But, to my surprise, he has risen from the dead and returned with vigor.

A couple of days post being cooked in a stew, Possum was back at our house playing in the kiddie pool with Katlyn and Ashlyn. He must love Katlyn a whole lot to come back around after what happened.

All I can say is that there is no limit to a child's imagination.

R.I.P. Possum

2009-06-12T05:28:00.001-07:00

We have come full scale with Possum, my daughter's imaginary purple lizard. He has been with us for a few months now. He has gone to church with us, jumped on people, bit fingers, taken baths, and a couple of weeks ago, Katlyn announced that, "him lives in Daddy's belly button!"

But, sad to say, that Possum is no more. While Katlyn visited with my mom for a few days, apparently they got hungry and Possum was put into a stew, along with potatoes, carrots, and bananas. I am really not sure how all of this came about. One day, while she was there, I was told that Possum was taking a bath and had bubbles on his head. A couple of days later, he is dinner.

At least Pinksome is still alive. (He is her new orange imaginary lizard.)

Only time will tell his fate.

Newman's Photography

2009-06-05T12:37:00.000-07:00

Last weekend, I had Katlyn's and Ashlyn's yearly pictures taken. They were taken by Newman's Photography by my good friend Heather.
All I can do is brag on her photography! She is so creative, and I have never left without tons of options to choose from. I like her work, because she isn't afraid to do something different than what everyone else is doing.

Check out her website: http//www.heathersinspirationalphotography.com

I Am Second....Brian Welch

2009-06-05T08:41:00.000-07:00

View others at www.iamsecond.com

Big Lots

2009-06-05T08:30:00.000-07:00

I was looking around at Big Lots yesterday, and I saw something that struck me as, well, I will just say interesting.

A mother, probably in her mid to late thirties, pushed her young daughter through the store in a shopping cart. To keep her daughter occupied, she had brought her portable DVD player inside the store, cartoons blaring loudly.

I just thought about how television has essentially become a "babysitter" in our culture. I thought about how this mom wouldn't take her child away from television long enough to shop.

I don't know, it just made me think about the time my own children spend in front of the tv. I try to limit their time, but Katlyn just expects it everyday. I do make a point to turn the tv off at a certain point, but I still wonder if they are watching too much.

Something for me to think about, evaluate, and make adjustments.

I Am Second

2009-06-01T14:52:00.000-07:00

Check out this website!!

www.iamsecond.com

Hear from "Seconds" such as former member of Korn, Darryl Waltrip, Steven Baldwin, former American Idol cast member, and many, many more. Very moving stuff. Pretty cool to hear exceptionally "successful" people say, "I am second," and thier reasons why.

Are you second? Who is your Number One?

Getting Ready to Sell

2009-05-21T05:46:00.000-07:00

I have been a busy little bee. We have been getting our house ready to put on the market, and I have had lots to do. It has taken longer than I had anticipated.

Ordered a new countertop for our half bath, expecting that it would come in the next week. Got a call from where we ordered it, and they do not keep the color that I ordered in a vanity top in stock, so it will be two or three weeks before it comes in.

In the meantime, I am painting the bathroom, and our bedroom two shades of blue. I love the colors I have picked out. They are so calming. Can't wait to see the end result.

I am trying to do all I can to maximize our profits, and, hopefully, to woo a buyer pretty quickly. I am really excited, but at the same time, this is very stressful. There are so many unknowns, and things I can't control in this process. I guess this is where trusting God is key. To let go of the reigns and give Him control over the situation instead of stressing about it all. After all, His plans for us are better than we can ever imagine.

This Week Has Flown By

2009-05-16T09:34:00.001-07:00

Here is this week's installment of Weekend Review. Nothing snazzy happend this week. Just life.

1. Got everything ready for inventory sale. Ready to finally be completely done with it all. Less clutter in my house.

2. Ordered a new countertop and picked out paint for my bathroom. I got the paint home, thinking it was the perfect shade of blue, put it on the wall, and I was immediately transported back to 1985. It is the shade of blue people used to put with "mauve" back in the day. I will be picking out new paint color first thing Monday morning.

3. Leading worship at Camp Victory this weekend. Practiced with T. Hope God is honored.

That's about it. Mundane, I know. But it's my life.

The Only Reason I Live

2009-05-11T18:45:00.000-07:00

Check out this worship poetry by Amena Brown....that's worshipping outside the box!

Anybody Want a Peanut?

2009-05-11T12:42:00.000-07:00

I'm on a Princess Bride kick today. I love that movie. Incredibly cheesy, yet a classic. Enjoy!

My Week In A Nutshell

2009-05-09T05:12:00.000-07:00

1. Ashlyn turned one on Tuesday. I can't believe how fast this past year has flown by.

2. Got my hopes up about a new house. We found a house for sale that is as close to perfect as it can get for us. We'll see how everything pans out.

3. Worked on home improvement projects. Trying to get our house ready to officially put it on the market.

4. Worked on my book. I didn't get much written, but at least I worked on it. I read what I do have written to Katlyn and she listened so intently. She really liked it. But that could be because Possum, her imaginary purple lizard, is the main charector.

5. Missed my husband. He is only home in the mornings, so during that time we have been working on projects. On top of that, he has been working six days a week. Can't wait to have a date night, or some quality time with him.

6. Decided to officially close our business. It was hard to let go of, but it is best for our family. If I am focusing on my family like I want, I do not have time to invest in a business that is necessary to make it successful. We are happy about our decision.

Okay, weekend review done.

Freedom of Speech or Inconsiderate?

2009-05-07T19:04:00.000-07:00

I am a little annoyed. Aggravated. Disappointed.

I was just checking my email on MySpace and Facebook, and I noticed how much foul language people use when posting bulletins or thier status. Personally, I would much rather not hear it, see it, read it. It is sometimes vulgar, and filthy.

I am all for freedom of speech. I do not want anyone censoring what I write, but when does it cross the line of inconsideration? Of decency and propriety?

Just had to rant there for a sec. Fresh on my mind.

Any thoughts?

Buyer's Market?

2009-05-06T19:20:00.001-07:00

My husband and I are getting ready to put our house on the market. We found a home we really LOVE, and hope that everything will work out. It is a foreclosure, so it is a lot of house for a GREAT price!

We are just a little nervous about the whole process. We want to make sure we are making wise decisions because they not only affect us, but our daughters, too.

We have always known that we would sell this house eventually. That's been our plan from the beginning. But, it doesn't make it any easier to let go. This is our first home together, where we've called home since returning from our honeymoon four and a half years ago now. It is where we brought our daughters to call home after their births, where we have watched them grow and change. So many memories are here. It will be a bittersweet parting.

Is it a buyer's market right now? I hope so. But, when the time comes, will I be able to let go?

One Whole Year

2009-05-02T13:53:00.000-07:00

I am a bit sentimental today. My youngest daughter, Ashlyn, had her first birthday party this morning. (Although her actual birthday is a few more days away.)

I can't believe that it has been a year. One whole year since she came into this world and took her first breath. One whole year since she let out her first cry and stole my heart.

It has been a joy this year to watch her grow, and learn, and change; to see her personality develop and see her start to become her own little person. I only hope that I am loving her and teaching her and guiding her how I should.

I am trying to cherish each moment with my girls. They grow so fast. I never want to wish away thier lives or the time I have with them.

I still can't believe it has been one whole year.

"Breathe On Us Again"

2009-04-28T20:54:00.000-07:00

I went to a Revival meeting tonight. That is a word that has been on my heart and mind a lot lately. Revival. Personal revival. Revival in my Sunday School class. Revival in my church, city, county, state, and, most definitely, our nation. But, what exactly does the word mean?

A definition states: "A restoration to use, acceptance, activity, or vigor after a period of obscurity or quiescence." (www.answers.com definition)

I think that is exactly what our nation needs, what I need. It seems that we are so far from the foundational principles that our forefathers thought were necessary for a successful nation. The foundational principles that are grounded in the Word of God.

Is our nation in a "period of obscurity or quiescence"? I think so. Is there an ever increasing gap between Left Wing Liberals and Right Wing Conservatives? Definitely. I get a sense of uneasiness when I think about the state of our nation. And something is about to bubble up from beneath the surface. Christians, pray! Wouldn't it be awesome if this became the next Great Awakening!

"O Lord, hear
O Lord, forgive us
We have lost the awe of You
Have mercy, have mercy
O Lord, cleanse
Our hearts which are divided
Stir the faith that we once knew
We're thirsty, We're thirsty

O Lord restore
The church that bears Your name
O Spirit, send
A revival to this nation
Breathe on us again" (www.churchsongs.com)

Soap Fun

2009-04-27T05:23:00.000-07:00

These are some Lollipop Soap Favors I made for a Baby Shower. It was so much fun!

Children's Book

2009-04-17T08:50:00.000-07:00

Maybe this is how I should write a Children's Book.

Hilarious!

A Mother's Bravery

2009-04-16T11:15:00.000-07:00

I was feeling brave yesterday.

I have been confined to the home somewhat this week due to sick children, so yesterday, I was stir crazy. I decided to get out of the house for a little while, leaving for the neighboring town with kids in tow. By myself.

We have been trying to finish up our landscaping at home, so I decided to stop at a local nursery to try to find a focal tree. I explained to Katlyn before we got out that she would have to "obey Mommy, and stay close."

"Okay, Mommy," was her reply, so I proceeded with optimism.

Little did I know that this particular plant nursery would have about ten working fountains with which Katlyn became enthralled with. I was speaking with the owner about the best tree choices for our home, and kept having to stop and say," Katlyn get out of that water. Katlyn, come here. Katlyn, listen to Mommy." The previous conversation I had with her about obeying seemed to have flown out of the window.

A few minutes later, I left, exasperated, and proceeded to the next stop while giving Katlyn what for.

Next stop. A clothing store. They were playing music loudly inside the store, and Katlyn decided that there was one place in the whole store where she just had to dance....in the front of the window.

I scolded her and told her to stay with me, and she announces so the entire store can hear her, "But, Mommy, I want to dance right here!"

I make my selections and proceed to the fitting room. The nice salesperson gives me the largest room so I can fit a soon to be three year old, and a stroller with a baby, and myself. They were pretty busy, and there a few other rooms occupied.

As soon as I start trying on the clothes, Katlyn announces to everyone, "Mama, you naked!"

I heard a lady snicker at this revelation, and pointed out to Katlyn that we needed to be quieter in the store.

I get the first outfit on and Katlyn says, "OOOh, Mommy, that's just perfect!" I had to laugh at that one, and it also amused the others in the fitting room.

About this time, Ashlyn decides that she is tired of being in the stroller, and the mayhem ensues. Shreiks, cries, etc. I know that the entire store can hear and I just want to get out of there.

I quickly try to get dressed and proceed to the counter to make my purchases. I look over to my right and Katlyn using perfume boxes as blocks, "Mommy, I built a castle."

Ughhhh! What got into her yesterday?

The next time I get brave and have lofty aspirations for productive shopping with two children under the age of three, please talk me out of it.

Am I the only one this happens to?

Kung Fu Hillbilly

2009-04-14T12:36:00.000-07:00

Is this guy for real? Either way, it's hilarious.

Now, remember...
"Don't go ninjin' nobody that don't need ninjin'. And don't try this on your kids or your dogs."

Dancing Around the World

2009-04-14T12:19:00.000-07:00

I love this video! I wish I could do this!

Easter Sunday

2009-04-13T14:51:00.000-07:00

We had a great Easter! It was hectic. But good. It was Ashlyn's first Easter, although, she really didn't know what was going on. Katlyn enjoyed hunting Easter eggs with her cousins, Hayden and Brody, and I really enjoyed participating in the outdoor Easter drama at church.

This photo was taken at my Grandparents' home. I edited it with apps from www.picnik.com

Intentional Living

2009-04-13T14:04:00.000-07:00

I have been thinking a lot about intentional living.

What does that mean for me personally, and what does that mean for my family?

It is so easy to get swept up in the tide of life. Going and coming. Coming and going. When my husband and I first got married over four years ago, it was an extremely busy time. We were so busy with wedding showers, ours or our friends'. Soon wedding showers yeilded baby showers, then birthday parties. We thought then, "Soon, everything will slow down, and we will have time to spend together. " Now, four years and two children later, the chaos of living hasn't slowed down, it has magnified. There is always something to do. Always.

I am realizing the need of "protecting" our time together as a couple and a family. I am realizing that if I am not intentional about doing this, then there will always be something else to do, somewhere else to go.

If I am not putting "intentional living" into practice, all of my good intentions, all of my hopes for my family, are but a fading dream.

If I am not intentional about my God, my husband, my family, then I will just be swept up in the perpetual tide of life. It will be as if I am just letting the current carry me out to sea without trying to swim to shore.

I refuse to let that happen.

Victory Garden

2009-03-19T05:50:00.000-07:00

My husband and I have planted what I call a "Victory Garden."

It is a quaint little garden tucked in the corner of our back yard. It is small, but it represents something so much bigger for me.

During WWII, the government rationed goods like sugar, butter, milk, and coffee. Transportation shortages made it difficult to move fruits and vegetables. So, as part of the war effort, the government encouraged citizens to plant "Victory Gardens" in thier back yards. Nearly 20 million Americans did just that, even in urban areas where some even planted on rooftops. It was a national effort to alleviate some of the strains brought on by the war.

Talk of "Victory Gardens" has once again emerged in our present economy with, seemingly, the threats of war or terrorism always close at hand. There is another movement encouraging these gardens as a way of saving money in our nation's economic crisis, and, also, as a way of being prepared in case of biological warfare or terrorism attacks on U.S soil.

We planted onions, romaine lettuce, broccoli, bell pepper, and tomatoes, and when warm enough, will plant beans. I love the idea of being able to walk out into my back yard and pick vegetables for the next meal. I savor in the satisfaction of watching the plants grow and yeild fruits of hard work.

Our "Victory Garden" may not help on a national level, but, for my family it is priceless.

2009-03-18T21:18:00.000-07:00

Absolute Truth. That has been on my mind a lot lately. It is something that I, whole-heartedly believe in, because I believe that God's Word is the Truth by which all things are measured. It is "Objective Reality."Unlike Existentailism, where all things are subjective, and one can say, "If it's right/wrong for me, it may or may not be right/wrong for you." It is the sentence that begins with, "For me, this is what this means."

I am currently reading Don't Waste Your Life by John Piper, and in the first couple of chapters, he refutes the Existentailism in our culture that says there is no absolute truth, no good or evil, no reality, but only subjective interpretations. This is what Piper says about how Existentialism has shown up in our churches as we "interpret" the Bible.
"Existence precedes essence. That is---I don't find meaning, I create it. The Bible is a lump of clay, and I am the potter. Interpretation is creation. My existence as a subject creates the 'essence" of the object."

He goes on to make the point that there is "an origianl meaning that a writer had in mind when he wrote." The Bible was written with God's intention of the meaning....NOT "what it means for me may not mean that for you."

I am glad there is absolute truth, by which I can measure my life. A plum line to keep me on track. I am thrilled that I don't have to worry about wishy washy interpretations that change with my mood.

There is an Author with Original Meaning to guide me.

Purple Lizard

2009-03-18T21:03:00.000-07:00

My daughter, Katlyn, made me laugh tonight. Not just a fleeting smile, but a heartfelt chuckle. We were in the living room, just hanging out....soon it would be time for her bedtime and Mommy would get some down time.
Suddenly, Katlyn started yelling in her shrilly two-year old voice, "Mommy, a baby wizerd! (that's lizard for those of you who don't speak two year old.)"
"What?" I said.
"A baby wizerd!!" And she ran up to me holding out her arm with her hand closed tightly. I braced myself for a lizard to jump on my nose as she opened her tiny hand. But it didn't. She opened her hand and there was........nothing.
I smiled and said, "Where is the lizard?"Her reply was,"Him's right dere (there)."
"Oh, well, what color is he?" I asked, trying to play along.
She looked at me as if I should already know that, "Him's purple, Mama."
"Okay, then, what is his name?"
Katlyn looked at me, head cocked to the side, obviously thinking that I was asking a ridiculous question, "I don't know, Mama, him's just a wizerd." Then she went about playing with him.
A few minutes later I heard her say,"Come back, Wizerd!! Come back! Here's your Dad!" (Katlyn calls my husband, Jared "Dad" a lot instead of "Daddy")This peaked my interest once again...the fact that minutes later, she is still playing with the purple lizard with no name, and now she has lost him and his dad is here to pick him up.
I couldn't resist, "Katlyn, did your lizard run away?"
"Yes."
"And his dad is here?"
"Yes, Ma'am."
"Well, what is his Dad's name?" I asked.
"Him's name is Jared."I left it at that.

She later told me that her purple lizard's name is Possum.