Becky

Having a best friend is truly a gift. Having a best friend whose children become your children's friends is well, entertainment. This is Becky. Not too long ago on an fabulous vacation we experienced Broadway, discovered edamame, and enjoyed room service.

Becky and I have been friends since 8th grade. I'll never forget the first time I saw her. She was new to my middle school and had the cutest dimples I had ever seen. We became instant friends and learned how to break hearts and handrails. In college we kept each other out of trouble while having more fun than should be allowed. Over the years Becky has taught me the meaning of unconditional love. She may be small in size but you'll never find a heart as big as hers.

This is our entertainment. You can only imagine how long it took to get this one picture:)

Simple Happiness

Here is a happy little song for your enjoyment...



and a happy little picture for mine.

Hope you have a happy day!

Martha + Oprah = BFF

Martha Stewart was on Oprah yesterday and I watched it after the kids went to bed so I could absorb every detail. The show took us on a trip through Martha's jail time to her home in Maine. I learned how to fold a fitted sheet, set up a grilled cheese bar for entertaining and even got an itch to craft. Oh how I love the idea of Martha and Oprah being friends!

At one point Martha mentioned she had plenty of visitors while she was serving time but not Oprah, she was too busy. However, here is how I imagine the meeting would have gone...

Oprah: Martha, you look so thin!

Martha: Thanks but I miss my crab cake panini something terrible. And lemon, can I just get a little lemon in my tea?

Oprah: I should have known to bring you lemons. I did bring you some books, though.

Martha: Thanks! Eat, Pray, Love? Can I skip the eat part? I do not think my taste buds can handle it.

Oprah: Oh, Martha, you are too funny! So, is your cell, um, clean?

Martha: Not before I got here but now it is sparkling. You would never guess how hard it is to get good cleaning products in the joint. How's Stedman?

Oprah: The same. Any cute guards here?

Martha: Not really, but my ceramics partner has lovely cuticles.

Oprah: Well, that is important. Sorry to have to cut this meeting short but you know how running an empire goes.

Martha: Goodbye dear friend. I hope you will visit in a couple of months when I am on house arrest.

Oprah: Certainly! Especially if you serve your double chocolate chunk cookies. See you then!

Newsletter

I compile the newsletter for my small church. I LOVE it. It is time consuming but requires just enough creativity to keep me from drowning in Cheerios and Pull-Ups. Some committee heads email me their articles, others send them via snail-mail. A little typing, adding cute clip-art, occasionally writing some filler and voila, a newsletter!

Then I (we) make over 200 copies, fold, tape, and label before taking to the post office. I don't even mind this part, my hubby on the other hand doesn't find the mindless task of folding paper relaxing. Often I'll invite some friends over, cook dinner or order take out and we'll have a newsletter party. Hubby does enjoy a party.

Due to limited funds there is talk of doing away with paper copies. Makes sense but its just not the same. In my corner is my congregation (I think). The majority don't use email regularly. They are old school. More so than me.

Broken

At the gym this morning there was a man using a walker. He was too young to have a walker but his legs bent greatly at the knee and it seemed walking was painful for him. I assumed he was in some form of rehabilitation. I noticed him watching me run on the treadmill. Did he wish to have my legs?

I wanted to talk to him and let him know that my heart was broken. My legs are strong, yes, and for that I am thankful but I'm hurting. But who wants to hear from a little blond stay-at-home mom that she's sad? Certainly not someone who struggles to get in and out of a chair.

That man was working on his body. I am working on my heart. We are all working on something.

Soccer Mom

It's official. I'm a soccer mom.

When you hear the words soccer mom do you picture a minivan full of rowdy children driven by a 30+ year old woman with shoulder length hair and out of date tennis shoes? She's probably carrying water bottles and orange slices, annoyingly fist bumping all the team mates? Well, that's me except remove the minivan and insert an ultra family friendly station wagon.

Dylan has his first soccer match Saturday. There is a total of seven games and we (The Breakers) play Team Surge every match. Sound intense, maybe too much for four and five year olds? Nah, they can handle it...it's all about juice boxes and cool shin guards anyway:)

Good Morning!

God wakes me up most mornings but lately I've been ignoring him (I know, bad idea!) I've just been rolling on over and snoozing until Thing 1 and Thing 2 stand bedside begging for juice and cartoons.

Not this morning, though. Before I fell asleep last night I asked God to make sure I was up because I've been needing Him and his Word something terrible. Well, he delivered. My coffee pot whistled at me bright and early. I was actually heading back to dreamland when I heard my coffee pot pretend to be a tea kettle. Never before has my coffee pot played dress-up but after it's performance I remembered my late-night request.

So here I sit after reading Scripture and enjoying dramatic coffee...writing and smiling...finally!