What About Halloween?

Many Christians are very concerned about the meanings of Halloween customs, the seeming glorification and celebration of witches, ghosts and other spiritual beings, and the whole idea of having a holiday related to the dead. I am one of them.  So I thought I would do a little research and learn about the holiday I loathe the most.  I actually went back and took a look at Halloween history, customs, the dead and the question of Christian involvement in the celebration. I was startled by some of the surprising things I learned. What Is Halloween? The word comes an abbreviation of "All Hallows Eve." This is the night before All Hallows (All Saints) Day, when the Church honors the past (dead) Christians. All Saints Day is also known as the day Martin Luther nailed his protest of the Catholic Church and began the Protestant movement. There have been different dates for All Saints Day. It's commonly believed that November 1st was chosen to coincide with pagan celebrations and festivals in order to more easily assimilate these cultures into the Church, just like the dates for Easter and Christmas celebrations. It's this assimilation of festivals that makes Halloween a confusing holiday. Where Did Halloween Customs Come From? When All Saints Day and the pagan festivals were combined, the rituals and customs were also combined. Wearing costumes, ghosts, witches, carrying lighted ornaments to represent spirits, the whole trick-or-treat thing, harvest parties, etc. got combined over the centuries with what had been a somber event in the Christian calendar. Some of these rituals had been sacrifices to pagan gods before the pagans were Christianized. And there's the rub! Christians, who have no problem with the Christmas Tree or Easter Egg (pagan rituals), seem to draw the line when it comes to the Halloween pagan rituals and customs...particularly those involving the dead.  Boy is my face red.  This would be me.  I seem to not like ghosts and goblins....yet have no problem with a fat man and fuzzy woodland creature.  BUSTED! What Does It Have To Do With The Dead? Actually, All Saints Day and Halloween share the idea of honoring the dead...they just differ on the methods. Many of the pagan rituals include tributes to the dead. That's probably why ghost costumes and tombstones have become Halloween classics. I don't understand the discomfort many Christians have with the idea of spirits being everywhere, or of spiritual life beyond physical death...it's the cornerstone of Christianity as taught in the Bible. Why would we be so frightened of what's on the other side of death? Many are so afraid, they keep their children from participating in the fun of Halloween.  Ok....I have to say....this is NOT me.  My kids participated....to a point.  So let me ask you, "Should A Christian Refrain From Halloween Celebration?" Once, early in my Christian walk, I believed it was a sin to have anything that had represented a belief in any power but God. I got rid of 4 leaf clovers, horseshoes, totem poles...symbols of pagan gods...so these things would have no power over me. After I grew a little in Christ and read the Bible a little more, It hit me...nothing has power over me because Christ is in me. In fact, by thinking these things had power, I was giving them the very power I opposed.  Well let me tell you all that it's the same with Christians and Halloween. Carving pumpkins, setting up witch statues, wearing ghost costumes, going to people's doors to collect treats...all of these rituals are mere games as long as we don't make anything more out of them. As a Christian, the most powerful being in all eternity lives within you. There is no power that can harm you. I'm not denying that evil spirits exist but when we Christians live in fear of them, we're giving them power they don't have.  So, should Christians take part in Halloween? Yes...and no! If you believe it's a sin, pagan worship or anti-Christian in any way, you should refrain. Spend some time in Bible study and prayer to grow your faith until you have confidence that He who is in you is greater than all. If you've already reached that point in your spiritual growth, go have fun! Let your kids have fun, too! While you're at it, don't forget to teach your kids about All Saints Day and about the power of Jesus in them, protecting them from all harm...even from goblins.  You know...you can also when you give out candy....slip in a Christian tract.  What a great way to witness.  One of the ladies at the trunk or treat last night had the kids recite a Bible verse before they got their candy....Why did I not think of that?    You know if celebrating Halloween or some of the customs associated with it scares or concerns you some I know of a ton of churches that offer some "Harvest Festival" as a healthy alternative for celebration so you won't get left out of the fun.   Even Mr. James Dobson was asked once by a group of Christians...."What About Halloween."  His reply was,
"Halloween is a rather different story. Whereas it can be argued that Christmas is a Christian holiday with Christian origins that has suffered the effects of growing secularism, Halloween can be traced to distinctly pagan sources. It is reasonable, then, that many believers would find some aspects of its celebration disturbing. I agree with them in that regard. The traditional emphasis upon the occult, witches, devils, death, and evil sends messages to our kids that godly parents can only regard with alarm. There is clearly no place in the Christian community for this "darker side" of Halloween. Even here, however, there is a place for some harmless fun. Kids love to dress up and pretend. If the Halloween experience is focused on fantasy rather than the occult, I see no harm in it. Make costumes for your children that represent fun characters, such
as Mickey Mouse or an elderly grandmother, and then let them go door-to-door asking for treats. This side of Halloween can be thoroughly enjoyable for the little ones. Let me add, again, that I¹ve given you my personal opinion. I realize that the topic is controversial among committed Christians, and I¹m sensitive to the reasons for their misgivings. My final word to parents on the subject would be "Stay true to your own
convictions." I have said it several times over the past few days....I am not a big Halloween person.  It is not a holiday I enjoy one little bit.  Frank's sister. Ann and her two grandsons came to see us today. Ann came down to Warner Robbins, GA via Greenville, SC to keep the boys so that their parents, niece Kelly and her husband Ronnie, could go to the races in Talladega.  She was just going to come for a visit and when we told her about trunk or treat she said they would come and spend the night with us. Nicholas is in the 3rd grade and very smart.  He was a ninja.  Trevor, almost two was the cutest puppy dog ever.....the problem arose here.  Trevor was terrified of Nicholas when he put the ninja mask on.  Mask off....fine....mask on....not fine.  My sweet Frank dressed up as a clown (minus the white paint) and Trevor thought he was funny.  We got to the church a little before 5 and set up.  I put some webbing on the trunk of my car and there we were....the Rock Mills Methodists and Baptists in the parking lot having Trunk or Treat.  It was fun seeing the little ones in their scariest and prettiest costumes.  After an hour we were out of candy and we went to see a couple of church members so the kids could get some more candy.  We got back home about 7 and both boys were on a sugar rush. The adults sagged in the recliners and watched the guys ping off the walls for the next two hours.  We called it a night a little after 10 and Ann and the boys left for Warner Robbins a little after 9.  Today was Youth/Children Sunday and I put together a program called "God is the Glue That Holds Us Together."  Our kids were amazing.  The talked about Laminin and then they sang Our God and Come Now Is The Time To Worship."  I have never been so proud.  Frank preached on Halloween....and finished his sermon with the cutest little story and I just had to finish my blog with it today. Laurie Beth Jones tells in her book, Grow Something Besides Old. She talks about one Halloween night when she had underestimated the number of children who would come to the door to trick or treat, and she ran out of candy. In desperation, she began giving out quarters, nickels, and dimes. (I know this has never happened to you....and it reminds me of Dobby and her pennies when I used to trick or treat.)  One little girl about 5-years-old dressed as a fairy princess came to her door. She had the little crown and wand and everything.  Jones dropped two quarters into the child¹s sack, and said to her, "I¹ve run out of candy, but tomorrow you can take these coins to the store and turn them into real candy." The little girl stepped back, looked at the two quarters, looked up at her, and said, "Lady, this isn¹t a real wand.  Have a safe weekend.  Don't forget that the drawing is October 31st at midnight.

50's Halloween Sock Hop Revisited

Sunday, October 31: Creepy, Crawly Creations


Create a post describing something that you’ve created for Halloween. Anything qualifies…costumes, recipes, crafts, party invites, treats, decorations, whatever you can come up with!  Well, I bowl on a league and Mike, the alley owner always has a big Halloween Party the Saturday night nearest Halloween......so here we are...the 50's revisted girls.  It was great fun to revist a time from my early past.  I was born in the 50's and was 6 years old when they ended...so I am more a product of the 60's but the 50's have always had a draw for me.  I love the concept of soda shops, sock hops, penny loafers, and so forth....you get my drift.  Happy Halloween to you all....and Happy Birthday Ann, Debbie, and Stan....all my friends who were born on Halloween.

No Bake Cookies?

“Do you wanna buy something? My school is selling stuff and….” the little girl pressed the cookie catalogue into my confused arms.

I took it and inwardly groaned. It seemed like I dealt with kids selling stuff on a weekly basis. Just last week I forked over $15 for air freshener from a JROTC member. I was about to tell him no, but as the word formed on my lips I saw his shoulders slump and immediately felt guilty.

I guess it surprises me when people actually do the fundraisers. Truth be told, I throw all of Tommy’s out that he gets from school. I’d rather not knock on doors and beg people to purchase magazines. Instead I just send a check to the PTO.

But other kids come out in full force. Last year I bought a sausage from a boy who claimed that they tasted, “pretty cool.” (It didn’t taste cool at all, it tasted like wet bark.)

Maybe I’m too nice. It’s okay to say no, after all. I didn’t have to say yes to the overpriced cookies.

Only, I did.

I told the girl that I’d buy some sugar cookies and scribbled out a check.

See, I assumed the cookies would already be made. In the catalogue it showed perfect looking sugar cookies and I thought, yum, a Friday night snack. Or, you know, a whenever I felt like a cookie snack.

Imagine my surprise when the girl dropped off this:



“Um,” I said. “What is this?”

The girl blinked up at me. “Your cookies?” She stared at me as though Charlie Sheen were doing a jig on top of my head.

I stared at the container. “I thought they’d already be made.”

“You cook them.” The girl definitely thought I was a complete idiot.

“It’s just, the catalogue was a bit misleading. It showed the cookies already made and—”

But the girl wasn’t listening. She turned and started walking away, probably thinking that I was a complete nutter.

Fine then. We’ll see if I buy anything from her again.

I really need to learn to say no to the neighborhood kids. The next time someone bangs on my door asking me to buy an overpriced candle, I’m saying no.

If I’m asked to buy cookies, I’m going to—well, probably say yes, because HELLO who can say no to cookies? Especially Girl Scout cookies. Mmmm…but I’m going to make sure that they’re already MADE before I fork over the money.

So mark my words.

I’m going to remind myself that it’s okay to say no to things.

And I’ll do it.

Unless the kid is really cute.

Or starts to cry.

I don’t deal well with sobbing children.

Halloween Memories

My blogger friend Linda, over at Mocha with Linda is doing a Friday Flashback on Halloween and I thought I would share it with you and my responses.  Her questions were interesting and caused me to really pull out the dusty files on days gone by.

What was Halloween like when you were growing up? Did your family participate? If not, was there a substitute activity? Did your school or church have a fall festival or carnival? Were there stipulations regarding costumes? What sorts of activities did they have? What about Halloween parties? Have you ever bobbed for apples or been on a hayride? What are your memories of "haunted houses"? (I'm not referring to the ultra-scary, secular ones, just the fun kid ones, with bowls of grapes and cold spaghetti!) If you went trick-or-treating, what were the rules, both for trick-or-treating and for candy consumption? What types of costumes did you wear? Were they store-bought or homemade? Did you carve a jack-o-lantern? How are your children's experiences similar or different to yours? And the most important question: Do you like candy corn? What is your favorite (and least favorite!) Halloween candy?
Ok...so I thought long and hard and this is what I came up with to respond to her prompts on Halloween.
Halloween was a good, clean, fun thing when I was a child. I lived and breathed for the day and planned my costume from Sept 1st on.  Belvedere Elementary (my primary school) would host a Carnival and the kids would all dress up in their costumes, line up by classes and have a fashion show for all the parents. There would be games, prizes, and food. I think it was there that I fell in love with cotton candy, popcorn balls, and caramel apples. One lady in our neighborhood would make homemade shaped sugar cookies with sprinkles on them.  Kids just don't know what they are missing now.  One year my best friends Carol, Kathy, Donna and I dressed up like the Beatles. We were precious in our white shirts, black pants, homemade guitars and Beatle hair dos. Parents would go around with us while we trick-or-treated in the neighborhood. Two blocks over on the hill (if you can imagine a hill in South Florida) was a house that made homemade snow-cones. Dobby always gave us pennies. It was not unusual to get homemade foods and apples and stuff….but then that was back before the day that meanness entered into the world. When I was a youth we would have a Fall Festival and bob for apples (I hated this) and have a hay-ride. I am not to fond of those either….I am allergic to hay. I really am not a fan of Halloween. Frank and our daughter, Amy have taken me to a couple of haunted houses and I was terrified before the end….but then that is the whole purpose behind the things. I have worn costumes varying from hobos to princesses as a child and they were always homemade. My mom was an excellent seamstress. My children’s experiences have been a wee bit different. We lived in the country and did not have a lot of neighbors so they went to church Fall Festivals, trick-or-treated the few neighbors we had, and/or went with friends. I love candy corn…plain old candy corn….not the new and improved ones with weird flavors. I love the bag that has the pumpkins shaped ones in it. I also loved the caramel candies and the caramel ones with the white stuff in the middle. I don’t like licorice flavored candy in any variety. My mom always collected the candy and then doled it out to me a small amount at the time. I did the same with my kids because my kids were chocoholics….all but Eric…he was never a big chocolate fan…unless it was Reese’s. My dad usually carved a pumpkin….I got to draw the face he carved. I have carved pumpkins with my kids. I think it is one of the grossest things you can do and actually like pumpkins as they are intended to be….pumpkins. I do a fall yard arrangement every year and have a ceramic jack-o-lantern I set out at Halloween. I teach Dia de los Muertos in my Spanish classes and they think the fact that the people honor the dead is weird…..how much weirder can it be than what we do? If I had my druthers….I would not celebrate this holiday at all….but that is not going to happen…..my church is doing a hayride for the kids this year and trunk or treat in the parking lot. That will be a first for me and I am looking forward to it. Have a Happy Halloween.  Enjoy my musical tribute to Halloween.

I Like...

The world can be a crazy place.

So every once in awhile I like to post the things that I like.





I like hanging out with the elk in town. Sure, I’ll occasionally get some strange looks from the cars passing by but oh well.





I like Natalie’s Halloween PJs. I almost want a pair in my size.





I like how Tommy can take random objects around the house and make it into something like this.





I like how Glen the antelope invites all his antelope friends to eat my plants. Actually, wait. I don’t really like that at all.





I like how Natalie will walk around with her hands on her hips. She can be bossy as anything but I can’t help being amused.

Caramel Apples and Me

I was sitting here at my desk basking in the fact that I was featured on Alabama Bloggers today when I thought about caramel apples.  The thought was so vivid I could taste one and as I sat there enjoying my moment with the caramel apples I laughed out loud and my intern looked at me as if she thought I had lost my marbles.  What I am about to share with you I know you will not believe.  I cannot make caramel apples.  I don't mean....I don't like to, or I never have, I mean I CANNOT make the things, yet love them dearly.  When my son Eric was in first grade he volunteered me to make 36 apples for their Halloween Carnival.  I was new at the mom bit....not even 22 yet.  I thought to myself, "I can do this....how hard can it be?"  Well...little did I know it would take an Act of Congress for me to master this one.  I went to the store, bought the stuff, came home and thought I would knock these puppies out while Eric was at school.  That was at 10:00 in the morning and six hours later, I was still scooping up caramel and trying to make it stay on the apples.  We did not have air-conditioning at the time and my face was blood red from trying to do this.  My MIL came by and could not understand why I was having such a difficult time.  She went back to town, bought some more caramels, came back and showed me how to do it.  Guess what....the caramel would not stay on those stinking apples.  Now I had 288 melted caramel pieces running all over my table, down my arms, on the floor....they were invading my house.  I finally got wise.  I had to have these stupid apples by 10 the following morning and it was now 10p.m.  I had been working on these things for 12 solid hours.  I loved caramel apples...but believe me I was fast losing interest in this "mom" project.  My son hugged me and told me it was ok if he did not have the treat he had promised.  Great!  Not only can I not make stupid caramel apples, I was a let down as a mom.  It was at that moment that I figured out how to remedy this situation.  I took plastic wrap and tore pieces big enough to wrap my apples in, put a huge wad of the nasty caramel stuff in the center, placed an apple on a stick in the middle of the mess, and pulled the plastic up....thus sealing the fate of the apple and the caramel.....and you know what?  They looked gorgeous!  I was so proud of myself....especially when I finally made it to bed after midnight with 36 caramel apples waiting to be delivered and a clean kitchen left behind.  The apples were a hit, sold for 50 cents a piece (50 cents?  If they had charged for labor those bad boys would have cost a months wages).  We called them surprise caramel apples....the surprise came when you took off the wrapper and the caramel fell in plops all over the school.  Needless to say....I never had to make caramel apples for my kids again!  Ever!  I have to interject at this point and tell you....I am not a big sweet cooker.  I cook what I like to cook well in the sweets department...but I am a cook....not a baker...I have a friend, Deborah, who bakes...and when I need something baked....I get it from her!  I learned early on in my children's lives....during LBD (life before Deborah)...that the grocery store pound cakes can be made to taste just like homemade if you take it home, wrap it in plastic wrap, and nuke it for about 2 minutes, let it cool slightly and serve it!  Sneaky huh?  Anyways, in honor of caramel apples whose lives have been spared because I hate making the things....I thought I would share the very EASY recipe I used to make them 35 years ago.  It does work....my friends have all made them....using my recipe.....and the reason the caramel did not stick....the apples were polished.....and slick.  While I was digging out my caramel apple recipe...I found a recipe I have not tried...but thought I would share it with you anyways....enjoy my caramel apple stuff:  Happy Thursday to all....and don't forget to enter my giveaway....you still have til the 31st!

Caramel Apple JamIngredients:
• 6 cups dices, peeled apples
• 1/2 cup water
• 1/2 tsp butter
• 1 package powdered pectin
• 3 cups sugar
• 2 cups packed brown sugar
• 4 half pint jars
• large kettle
Directions:
• In a large kettle, combine the apples, water and butter. Cook and stir over low heat until the apples are soft. Stir in the pectin and bring the heat up to a rolling boil. Stir constantly.
• Add the sugar and brown sugar and return to a rolling boil. If you would like to add a pinch of cinnamon and nutmeg, now is the time to do it, but it is not required. Boil for one minute, stirring constantly.
• Remove from the heat and skim off any foam. Ladle the hot jam into hot sterilized jars, leaving 1/4 inch head space. Adjust the caps so they are on tightly. Submerge the jars in a boiling water bath for ten minutes. You will hear pops as the jars are sealed shut and the safety buttons suck in.

Caramel Apples:(The No Fail Kind).....Yeah right!
Ingredients:
• 5 to 10 normal sized apples.
• 1 Tablespoon of water.
• 5 to 10 Popsicle sticks.
• 1/2 chopped peanuts.(optional)
• 50 caramels or just 1- 14 oz package of caramel.
Directions:
•Once you have everything. You want to place the caramals and water into a microwave safe bowl.
•You will want to microwave on medium for 2 1/2 to 4 minutes stirring after one minute, or until caramels are melted completely.
•If you have to use the stove top , you will want to melt the caramels with water in a medium sized saucepan over a medium flame, don't stop stirring until the caramels are completely melted.
•Now go to your apples and insert the Popsicle sticks into each stem of the apples about 3/4 much into the apple.
•While holding on to the Popsicle stick dip your apples into the caramel until they are completely covered. Let each apple drip the extra caramel off so it doesn't make a mess over the bowl.
•You will want to set the apples the are dipped in caramel on a platter with wax paper that has been greased with butter. Now this will make sure the apples wont stick to your platter and sprinkle chopped peanuts on them if you would like.
•Once that is all done refrigerate for at least one or 1 1/2 hours until you want to serve them.



I'm No Carving Expert

I placed the tools on the kitchen counter and eyed them closely.

Sure, I didn’t know exactly what each of them did. But that was okay. I’d figure it out.

Right?

I lifted one of the tool things up. “This is to....cut the pumpkin,” I said.

Yes. Everything that I had laid out was for carving pumpkins. I got one of those pumpkin tool kits thinking that it might help.

I picked up another tool. This one looked exactly like the other one I checked, only slightly bigger. “This is....also to cut the pumpkin,” I mumbled knowledgably.

I hoped I wouldn’t mess up. Tom usually does the pumpkin carving. I did it once before, a long time ago, and the pumpkin ended up looking like that Sloth dude from The Goonies. One eye was up, one eye was down, the nose was off to the side, the mouth a gigantic mess...

So I vowed to do better this year. And when my friend Amanda mentioned that she’d print out special stencils I thought, “I’m up for the challenge. I just cut out bits of pumpkin out, how hard can that be?”

Amanda and her family came over to carve pumpkins so if I lost a finger, I’d have help right away.

The two stencils I had were batman and Brobee from the creepy Yo Gabba Gabba show.

But first I had to open the pumpkin.

I took one of the pumpkin tools and poised it over the pumpkin. I took a deep breath. I felt like a surgeon, about to perform a life saving operation. Then I thought about Patrick Dempsey, who plays a doctor on Grey’s Anatomy and got bitter because it’s not fair when a man has better hair than you do. It’s just seriously not fair! It’s—oh, wait, I had to concentrate on the pumpkin. Not man hair.

I stuck the knife in.

And the thing almost snapped off.

So I used the next best thing: a regular knife.

I managed to get the top off and then came down to pull out the seeds.



Natalie did this for like a second before she declared it “too gross.”



Oh, but when Tommy tried to remove some seeds, she took great offense and was all, “This is MY pumpkin, brother.”



Here she is telling me, “Tell brother that this is MINE!”

I quickly opened Tommy’s pumpkin so Natalie wouldn’t have a full flown tantrum.

Then I got started on the Batman stencil. At first I had no idea where to begin. I picked up a knife. I put it back down. I surveyed the pumpkin in a businesslike manner as though I believed it would talk to me and explain what I needed to do. I picked up another knife. Looked at the stencil. Realized I should probably tape the stencil to the pumpkin. I did that and I poised the knife over the stencil.....

.....and when I was done, the pumpkin actually looked like Batman.

I was stunned. And a little bit impressed. I mean, for my first stencil, I did a pretty good job.

Next came Brobee.

Ugh.

Brobee was harder.

But I managed. I cursed a few times, but I managed to get it done.

And actually, I think both pumpkins turned out.



Cool, huh?

(And yup, Amanda and her husband did Wubzy and Kai-lan.)

**Oh and thanks to all the people who volunteered to read my novel. I'm only having 2 people read it so far, so I keep track on who all has it**

Wednesday's Word - Peace

My bible reading today was from Isaiah 43:2-3:  "When you pass through the waters, I will be with you; and when you pass through the rivers, they will not sweep over you. When you walk through the fire, you will not be burned; the flames will not set you ablaze. For I am the LORD, your God, the Holy One of Israel, your Savior…"  Today I am focusing on the fact that my inner peace and joy should not depend on the circumstances of my life. Instead, they should be based on what God has done for me.  They should be based on my personal relationship with him and his never-changing love for me. I should be realizing his all-encompassing graceand the fact that my sins have been replaced by the righteousness of Christ. No matter what challenges I may face or tragedy I may suffer, these things will never ever change.  For that one thought I am extremely relieved and grateful.  God has promised me that he will be with me in every circumstance. He has promised me that I will not be destroyed by the trials and circumstances of life. He is my Protector, my Deliverer, my loving Father.  Blessed assurance is what that is....or should I say Blessed insurance.  I have talked to you all about my singing partner/sister/cousin Amanda and her husband Randy.  Randy has ALL (it is a form of leukemia) and right now they are waiting on the bone marrow donation process to take place.  They have found the match and the match is willing....so now it is just a matter of when and what will happen after that.  I have difficulties in my life....and I am sure you do too....but right now...I am focused on them because my problems just don't seem  as big as theirs.  Since the diagnosis and treatment began in late June I have found that I am reading the Word more and more and in my readings I have found that  God has never promised us a problem-free life here on earth.  The thing we seem to miss is that although He did not promise us a problem-free life he did promise to be with us. He has promised to keep us and to comfort and help us.  Let me tell you from experience that when I am suffering, I find it is so easy to slip into despair, fear, and turmoil. It is at those times that I usually call upon my prayer warrior friends Carolyn and Kathy and instead of wallowing in my despair, with their prayers and support, focus on Jesus.  Usually after a prayer with either of these two I am not overwhelmed. The Bible tells me in Philippians 4:13 that "You can do all things through Christ."  It is knowing that one simple truth that keeps my head afloat and tells me that I truly can experience peace amidst the storm. I have that Blessed Assurance and want to tell you all about it this morning with the help of Mac Powell and Third Day.  Now all I have to ask you all this morning is...."Can I Get an Amen?"

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Expecting a Delay

I hate delays....at least I did.  I have come to find that they do not bother me as much as I thought they did.  In my devotional time this morning I read in Psalm 130:6 these words:  "My soul waits for the Lord more than those who watch for the morning—yes, more than those who watch for the morning."

Patsy Clairmont (one of my favorite Christian writers tells a story about a trip she once took.) "When the gentleman put up his hand to stop me from going through security at the airport, I complied. I already had stripped off my shoes, jacket, and purse to be scanned. Finally, the man waved me through and then immediately began wanding me. The wand sounded like a loaded Geiger counter that had just struck pay dirt as he whisked it around my chubby anatomy. The woman on the scanner then pointed out that my purse and carry-on needed to be searched.  I bet the Israelites never anticipated that it would take forty years to reach the Promised Land. Talk about delays. Enemies, rebellion, war, sickness . . . there was always something slowing them down and delaying their arrival.  What looked like sheer inconvenience and man-made barriers actually had been orchestrated by the hand of God. He knew the exact moment they would reach their destination. Delays were as much in his plan as manna and quails.
I remind myself of that when a flight is canceled, a mistake is made, an order is lost, a doctor’s report is delayed, or a request is misunderstood. We don’t know, but God might be protecting us with these delays. They may be God’s way of helping us realize our need for trust, patience, adaptability, and relinquishment."  Several years ago, the year 911 happened I flew to Bangor, ME to my friend Mary's sister.  We flew through Logan and it was a nightmare.  I was tired of traveling by the time I got there.....and grumpy.  Nothing was going as planned....my flight was dropped.....I was 5 hours later leaving....lines were long, people were scared, it was a bad day to be traveling.  I finally made it to Bangor....and on the return flight encountered problems of a grander scale.  Flights were cancelled, we were rerouted, replaned, on three different airlines....I was just hoping my suitcases would arrive with me.  We should have landed in Birmingham at 6 that evening....and 6 hours later we were touching down.  I was fit to be tied.  I had to be at work at 7 and was still an hour and a half away from my house.  I had not gotten the lesson here....so God was going to have to reteach me this one.  In 2009, I flew to Ireland with some kids.  We actually got on an earlier flight and got to Chicago 3 hours ahead of schedule.  I loved this....I love Chicago.  The airport in Chicago is a travelers delight.  Chicago smells permeate every single square foot.....oh yes this was heavenly.  Later....we discovered that the flight we were supposed to be on.....was cancelled...period!  God was definitely in charge here.  Have you ever left home, forgotten to unplug the iron, turned around and were later leaving?  Did it irritate you?  It used to irritate me.  It would actually take the joy out of my trip.  Until....once....down the road there was a wreck.....and I missed it.  I have learned that delays are not all bad....and I have also learned in my travels that God is my co-pilot....whether I am in the air or on the ground.  Oh just FYI I am not completely there yet.  I still get irritated when I have a doctor's appointment and have to wait for hours before being seen.  I have to keep working on that one!  Happy Tuesday to all.

Hey, It's Okay Tuesday!

I got this idea from Glamour magazine. They have a section called Hey, It’s Okay and will list a bunch of things to be okay about. You're welcome to join in and do something like this on your diary. Doesn't have to be on a Tuesday either.

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To not understand rich people food. Everything is so flipping tiny.


To never let my own kids pole dance like those mothers on The Talk who claim that it’s “like gymnastics.”


To wish I had the option of saying, “No thanks, try again,” when the weatherman spouts on about an impending storm.


To wonder if the chicks from Glee accidentally forgot their pants for that photo shoot they did for GQ. Then again, it seems a lot of people who go on that magazine are forgetting bottoms. Maybe I’ve watched too many episodes of The Tudors but half nakedness really doesn’t faze me.


To hope that Patrick Jane finds Red John, the serial killer who killed his family on the show The Mentalist.


To need to figure out how I go about getting people to read my novel. I hear other writers talk about “beta readers” or something like that. I write chick lit, so I imagine I’d have to find readers who like that genre.


To have had no idea what I was doing when I carved pumpkins.


To have wanted to say, “How did you find the strength to have sex?” when the parent of one of the kids in Natalie’s class admitted that her kids were 11 months apart and that she got pregnant when one was 2 ½ months old. When my kids were 2 ½ months old I felt like I was walking in a cloud and usually smelled like old milk.


To wonder why in preschool the teachers are call Mrs. *Enter first name* but in elementary school they’re suddenly called by their last name. It’s probably kinda confusing to kids.


To still not know exactly how Natalie got her big cut written about in the previous entry. I was busy making dinner so I didn’t see what happened. I think Tommy might have pushed her and she either A) landed on the corner of a toy just right or B) crashed into the couch, which has staples in the back because it sucks and we need a new one.

Whirlwind Sunday

Wow...what a great Sunday we had.  Church began and when it was time for announcements Betty Jean said she had one and I had to go to the front with her.  The church had a special appreciation for us and it was so sweet.  I stood there and tried not to cry and then Frank spoke and thanked them all for everything....I was so excited I spoke after all.  After church they had a luncheon for us and let me tell you the Rock Mills ladies can really cook.  Thank you sweet people of Rock Mills for making us feel so much a part of your lives.  We love you all very much!  While we were at the luncheon I really  tried to watch what I eating because at 2:30 I was going to sing at Charge Conference and I absolutely cannot eat and then sing.  We got home about 1:30, let the dog out, and then it seemed it was time for Charge Conference.  We left and got to Roanoke First UMC in time for the District Superintendant to tell me that the other singers were not going to make it and could I sing a few more.  Heck....I am a singer....you never ask us to sing a few more....I left Frank and the D.S. standing there and ran back to the house and grabbed another couple of C.D.'s to use.  The Charge Conference thing....was so long.....I sang three songs, we had communion, there was a message, a meeting, reports and we finally walked in the house at 4:30. To make it worse.....we did not have enough people there....so we have to go to another one....or have one at our church.  Griefus....don't these people have anything better to do with their Sunday's?  What ever happened to that fine institution called the Pastoral Nap?  Sigh!   I had such big plans for this day....and they were not panning out.....we had to be at the church again at 5 for Bible Study and choir practice.  Finally home at 7.  I was so tired.....by the time I packed up all my stuff for Monday at school....it was past bedtime...yet, sleep did not come easily.  I will be tired tomorrow for sure.  Frank's sister, Ann is coming this weekend and she is a great housekeeper/cook.  I have to try and impress her.  Wish me luck.  I will spend the rest of the week checking out new recipes.

On ERs and Dermabond

I heard the scream but honestly, didn’t think much of it.

You see, our house is a loud house.

My kids are not what you call....quiet.

So when I heard Natalie wail, I just thought, ugh, now what’s happened?

That’s when I saw it.

The blood.

Running down Natalie’s stomach.

I immediately thought to a horrendous scene in The Tudors when a guy was disemboweled. I remember seeing the blood flood down his stomach and I remember covering my eyes because I do not do well with blood.

Which is why I immediately felt faint when I saw it all over Natalie.

“What happened?” I shouted. I scooped her up as the blood trickled onto my fingers.

“It wasn’t me,” Tommy answered.

I grabbed a paper towel. “What’s HAPPENED?” I repeated dramatically. I really wish I could react calmly sometimes. But it’s just not in the cards for me. Like when I thought the car was breaking down I wailed, “What is going ON? What is GOING ON?!” It turns out nothing was wrong with the car, it was just a loud train rumbling past in distance.

“Did you push her?” I snapped at Tommy. “Did you push your little sister?” I pressed a paper towel down on Natalie’s wound.

“I didn’t!” Tommy said.

I managed to get a look at Natalie’s wound. It didn’t look good. It was deeper than any other scrape she had ever gotten before.

“I don’t know what to do,” I mumbled to myself. “I don’t know what to do. Go to the ER? Just slap a band-aid on it?”

Of course I couldn’t get a hold of Tom. If I could, I’d have called him on Skype and lifted Natalie up to the web cam, “Do you think,” I’d have said, “I should take her to the hospital?” I mean, he should know about wounds. I’m sure he was trained in how to take care of them.

But Tom was at work. And in Korea, halfway around the world.

Should I ask the neighbor? Knock on his door, shove Natalie’s gash at him and go, “Excuse me, sir? Should I take my kid to the doctor?” But no, that seemed weird.

I’m a mother, I should KNOW when to take her in to the hospital. Where was that instinct that mothers had? I shut my eyes for a brief second, willing the instinct to come. Nothing happened. The only thing I pictured was chocolate, which was so inappropriate at a time like that.

The only thing I could think of to do was ask my friend Amanda if she thought I should go to the ER.

She arrived a few minutes later and thought that I should go to the ER and offered to take Tommy home with her.

I agreed and bundled Natalie into my car. She wasn’t crying anymore, just sniffling in her seat. There was a band-aid on her gash and every few minutes I would ask Natalie if she was okay. Because then I started to worry that the gash had somehow punctured her lung.

Or....what if she got internal bleeding?

Internal bleeding? I pressed my foot down on the gas. What if she passed out on the drive to the hospital?

She didn’t, thank goodness.

No, instead she started to regale me with her rendition of Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star. In fact, I almost wanted to tell her to hush by the time I parked in front of the hospital. But I didn’t, because hello, bleeding wound.

I walked into the ER with Natalie in my arms. A part of me wanted to rush up to the check in counter and shriek, “My daughter is BLEEDING and I’m not sure if she’s punctured a lung or has internal bleeding and what if she always has a scar there and blames me?”

I composed myself and calmly told the check in guy what happened. I had to peel back the band-aid so he could see and he winced and went, “Yeah, that might need a stitch.”

Oh God. Natalie would NOT be happy. She’d scream the place down.

We were told to sit in the waiting room—which was empty so I thought, “Hooray, this shouldn’t take long.”

But…

Then it seemed like a button was pressed and all the sick people in Wyoming came barreling in.

There was an old lady who broke her leg.

A newborn with a cough.

A little boy with a sliced finger. (I tried not to throw up when I saw his blood.)

A tween who got a hard knock to the head. (I was sitting beside the check in desk, it wasn’t like I was listening in or anything. I just happened to hear…)

Many of these patients got priority over us so we waited.

And waited.

And waited.

And all the while Natalie was acting as though she didn’t have a disgusting gash on her side. She crawled around on the floor, she rearranged some magazines, and she knocked over a display about the hospital.

The people in the waiting room immediately looked over at me when there was a crash.

“Sorry,” I said, putting the display back up. “Sorry. Natalie, how about we sit. Aren’t you in pain? Here, read this AARP magazine.”

“I don’t LIKE this magazine!” (Yes, gone are the days when she’d pronounce like YIKE. I sort of miss it because at least when she was being defiant it sounded a little cute.)

“Here. Have my phone.” I pressed it into her palm.

Why wasn’t she sitting? You’d think after losing a bit of blood that she’d be out of it, but no.

When I felt like I was about to lose my patience all together, we were called back. (Seriously, I was on my last straw, Natalie had leaped from her chair onto me and then tried to run off with my ponytail holder that she had tugged free from my hair.)

“It’s not the best room,” the nurse said and then led us into the psycho room where they put the patients who are crazy. White walls, no windows, bare….

It was a little unsettling. And actually, we had been in the room before. Last year I had to take Natalie to the ER because she had a huge cyst form on her leg. Ugh, Natalie. She was always giving me a heart attack. You’d think it would have been Tommy always in the hospital, always scaring me because the kid literally doesn’t sit still. But no, it’s always been Natalie who has terrified me.

I told the nurse what happened and showed her the wound. “I’ll get a doctor to look but I’ll for sure come back and clean it up before we decide.” Her eyes flicked over to my chest and she looked taken aback. I followed her gaze and realized that I had my Happy Bunny sweatshirt on that said Hi, Loser! on it.

Oops.

I had rushed out of the house so fast that I didn’t even think about what I was wearing.

We waited around, the doctor checked it out and she felt that it wouldn’t need stitches, that she could use Dermabond.

I thought Natalie would scream when her wound was washed but no, the weirdo laughed because it was ticklish.

The nurse said, “She’s doing great, that’s the worst part.”

But Natalie didn’t agree, because when it came time to put the Dermabond on, she screamed at the top of her lungs.

So obviously she didn’t puncture them.

After that was over, we were told our discharge papers would be given to us quickly...

....and then a half hour later, someone came back with them.

This is her owie all Dermabonded up:



When we finally got home, Natalie started jumping off the couch as though nothing ever happened.

“Natalie,” I said. “Stop it. Do you want to go back to the ER?”

She grinned at me. “I like the ER!”

Of course she does.

Karen's Little Corner of the World

I have a bloggerversary coming up on Halloween. (I thought it would be fun to do a giveaway so if you want to help me celebrate my special day click this link and enter) I thought.  I also have become part of the Alabama Bloggers so in order to introduce myself to you guys I thought I would take you back on a trip in time.  My very first post was on Wednesday, October 31st, 2007.  I was a newish preachers wife and learning about life as a pastor's wife.  Frank becoming a preacher is kind of a funny tale.  I had a dream.....and no...my name is not Martin Luther Korb....but in my dream we were in seminary somewhere in Texas and poor....very poor.  I dream a lot and some of my dreams actually have come true.  My mom used to tell me I had a third eye like her and could sometimes see the future.  I always thought that was poppycock.  I shared my dream with Frank the next morning and laughed....thinking he would too....but he didn't.  He had a most perplexed look on his face.  The next day in the Walmart parking lot he told me he had something serious he wanted to tell me....Come on I thought....serious conversation in the Walmart parking lot!  Truthfully I thought he was going to tell me my parents had to go.  I was braced for that....what I was not braced for was what he DID say.  Frank told me that my dream had hit close to home and it was time to stop running from God.  He had talked to our Associate Pastor at the First United Methodist Church and he had sent him to the District Superintendent.  Frank was going to licensing school to become a Local Pastor.  Huh?  And what was the time frame of this going to be I wondered.  Visions of seminary in Texas flooded my brain.  Licensing school would take a week and then MAYBE he would get a church the next June.  Appointments were already in the works for this year.  Ok...so I would have a year to digest this.....but...as holds true to form with my life...that was not the case.  Frank's first appointment was that very June in 2007.  The church was a small church in Waverly, AL just outside of Auburn, AL.  It was a part time appointment so he would still have to have a full-time job and at some point go back to school.  My very first post was about my life from June to October as a pastor's wife and it looked like this:
"Wednesday, October 31, 2007 -Wow! Today is Halloween and I have been a preacher's wife since June. It has been an interesting ride to say the least. Who would have ever thought that at age 53 I would be putting my walk where my mouth is! My husband Frank is the pastor at Waverly United Methodist Church and we are loving it. Sitting on the second row every Sunday as he delivers the message to his congregation is really exciting. I have learned so much just being quiet and still. Here is my thought for today. So many times we get to caught up in the busyness of the world that we miss the business of doing God's work. I truly believe that God put me in Waverly to teach me that lesson. He knows that for one hour on Sunday morning I am still and know that He is God. God is Great! See you soon, Karen" 
Three years later I am still a pastor's wife, sitting on the second row of a different church, Rock Mills United Methodist, and still loving to hear my husband deliver the message each and every Sunday.  There is a slight difference.  Rock Mills is a bigger church AND I am now a certified lay speaker and can fill pulpits myself when needed.  Last Sunday was laity Sunday at our church and I delivered the message.  The congregation had never heard me speak and when I was through one of our little ladies told Frank they were going to fire him and hire me.  That was a big boost for my self-esteem I can tell you.  I am a huge Beth Moore, Patsy Clairmont, et al. fan and being in the pulpit was exhilarating to say the least.  I am a story teller by nature, teacher by trade, preacher's wife by design, a singer, traveler and blogger by desire.  I love my life and love what I do.  Have not read my blog yet?  Well there is a lot of stuff there.  I share my life (living with a dad dying from cancer, a mom with dementia, children, teaching, stuff), I share photos (I love to be behind a camera....not in front of one), I share silly stuff, I share recipes, I share things that will make you cry or think, I share my sermons for you to comment on and help me improve, I open my home and heart to you and let you take a walk through.  There in Karen's Korner there is a little something for everything.  Hope you will stop in and have a cup of coffee with me and become my new bloggy friend.

Then Sings My Soul Saturday!

I was reading a blog I follow, Mocha with Linda, and she had a small post today about a particular hymn she loved by the Gaithers.  I listened to her video clip and it made me decide I wanted to post one today myself.  Frank and I went to a book sale to help the Humane Society this morning early, then went to Awbreys to look at their Christmas stuff.  Awbreys sells feed, seeds, plants....and stuff.  It is the stuff I love.  It has wooden floors and smells like my grandfather. It is amazing what memories smell can evoke. When we finished there we headed to Newnan to the Halloween Superstore.  I am not a big fan of Halloween (I loved it when I was a child....but things were different then and mean people did not exist).  Anyways,  our church does a hayride and Trunk or Treat...so I felt like I had to do a little something for the kids.  We got some web stuff to put on the hatch of my HHR for the Trunk or Treat thing next Saturday night and I bought myself a butterfly tatoo for my eyes...with pink sparkly eyelashes...and a black and pink spiked wig that looks like Alices hair in Twilight....I plan to wear all black.  We bought Frank and clown get up and it is so cute.  "SQUIRREL!"  My ADD kicked in somewhere between the beginning of this post and now.  My HYMN for today is "Be Thou My Vision," an 8th century Irish hymn.  There is something about this hymn that is just beautifully unique. I mean, all hymns are good, worshipping and glorifying God, but this song is just magical. First off,the tune is energetic, while at the same time breathtaking, which isn't common among energetic tunes, if you know what I mean. Usually the breath-taking tune is this slow, steady and a very focused tune, while this is rampant, powerful, and to be honest it is ridiculously beautiful. It just seems to offer something different than any other true hymn.  This is one hymn I've never been able to sing to it's end without sobbing and I truly believe that because this hymn is so dramatic in tone and presentation that it has the ability to touch people's hearts.  I know it does mine everytime I hear it.  The version I am sharing with you today is by 4Him.  Enjoy it and I hope you have a glorious Saturday.

Happy Anniversary to Me and You Giveaway!

My blogging anniversary is in just 9 days.  I am so excited.  I never knew when I started this in 2007 that it would become such an important part of my life.  I have enjoyed having this outlet to vent frustrations, share my faith, tell about my family and friends and just meet some really cool people.  I am going to draw for the prize winner on Halloween.  The basket is modge podged(I did not get it done for my picture) and it will be filled with all kinds of goodies:  a book, some music, foodie items, and surprises.  It is simple to enter. If you are a follower...bang you have one entry.  If you tell about my giveaway on your blog....bang yet another entry.  If you leave a comment...bang another entry.  If you don't want to be a follower...that is fine....just leave me a comment...and you still have a shot at the prize.  The winner will be announced on Halloween night.  When you are notified I will need a snail mail address so I can get it packed up and in the mail to you....unless you are Trina....then I will just walk it across the hall!  Good luck to all and may the best man/woman win!

Romantic Bits

Look, you have to understand that Tom isn’t the most romantic person in the world.

His idea of romance is to say, “You look nice.” Only, he doesn’t exactly look at you when he says it, he’s usually in front of the computer and tosses the compliment over his shoulder.

I’ve tried to get him to watch The Notebook a number of times and he’s just made fun of Noah and asked where he balls went. “Maybe they blew off when he went to war,” Tom said bluntly and I didn’t speak to him for three hours after that.

He loves to buy cards and not write a thing in them. He’s all, “Why should I write in the card when the message on it is what I think?” I can’t tell you how often he’d hand me a card in high school with nothing in it. I’d open and close it, twisting it left and right, searching for Tom’s message. Then I’d ask him about it at lunch and he’d tap the front of the card. “My message is right there.” “Yes but,” I said slowly. “You haven’t personalized it.” I should have known then what I was getting into.

Lately he’s been writing in cards because he knows if he doesn’t that I’ll say something.

So when a card came in the mail, I wasn’t sure if anything would be in it.

He joked on Skype that he had sent a card, but nothing was in it. “I don’t have to worry about you complaining in person about no writing so I didn’t bother,” he said.

However.

Look.



He WROTE in the card.

And he was romantic about it!

And then, a couple days later, I got personalized M&Ms in the mail. He made them himself. Well, not completely, he didn’t like MAKE MAKE them. He just ordered them. But he put his own messages on. (The messages are “I love you,” “Forever Yours,” “Always With You,” and “I miss you.”)



“What made you think to send me candy?” I asked him on Skype as I munched on the M&Ms.

“Oh. I was eating my M&Ms and saw the ad on the back of them. I thought, why the hell not,” Tom answered and then let out a tiny burp.

Ahh, how sweet.

Why the hell not followed by a belch.

Still, I’ll take it.

The One with Tommy

It’s true.

There aren’t as many photos of my son Tommy on my blog.

It’s mainly because he does this:



And he asks me to take pictures of inappropriate things. Like his butt.

Or a dead bug with its guts spewed out all over the sidewalk.

But I decided I’d try my hand at getting some good pictures.

It didn’t go so well at first.

As he did this, he was all, “Hey, baby.”



“Tommy,” I cut in before he started to ask me to take a photo of his backside. “Think of something nice. Maybe that’ll help.”



“MUFFINS!” Tommy said.

Okay. I get that. Muffins do rock. So long as they’re the good kind. Not the bran tastes-like-bark kind.

“So tell me how you’re doing at school, Tommy.” Because Lord knows, usually when I ask I get the dreaded “fine” and sometimes, on really good days, I get “It was fine.”



“School is a strange place,” Tommy answered.

“Can you expand?” I pressed.



“I’m in a BAND!” Tommy shrieked. He has the attention span of a gnat.

“Well, what’s your favorite subject in school?” I tried again.



“Who be eating all my chocolates?” Tommy responded. (Me, probably.)

“What are you going to do on school picture day?” I pleaded.



"This," Tommy said.



"Or this."

Um. I think I might pass on buying photos this year.

Random Dozen With The Help of a Friend

Linda at 2nd Cup of Coffee had a rough week and Linda at Mocha with Linda jumped in and helped her get the Random Dozen questions out for the week.  It is nice to have good friends like that....don't  you think.  I loved this weeks questions.  If you want to participate...help yourself.  I even included the definitions of the personality types at the end....which one are you?
1. Do you prefer to read the book or see the movie? I love a good movie….but I am a book reader….AND I want to read a real book….I like the smell of the pages. I am a weird-o.  All my friends have Nook's and Kindles....and I still love the feel of a book.
2. What is your favorite holiday and why? Thanksgiving is my favorite holiday…because I love this special time of being thankful for all I have.  I really love anytime family is together.  I am a family kind of girl.
3. Which do you like better - the mountains or the beach? I love the beach in the fall, or during a storm….and love the mountains in the fall and spring.  My middle name is GO....so it does not matter to me where....just shut up and drive.
4. If money were no consideration, what vehicle would you drive? A convertible something expensive.
5. What is your favorite cold-weather beverage? Hot cocoa made by my friend Rhonda Blythe…she makes me some mix every year and I love it.
6. How do you communicate most often with your friends: phone, email, text, face-to-face, or Facebook? All of the above.
7. How do you receive your mail? Mailbox on the porch, at the end of the driveway, down the street, or post office box? Mailbox at the end of the driveway.  It has a "K" mailbox cover on it and looks so cute.
8. Of the four basic personality types - sanguine, phlegmatic, melancholic, and choleric - which is your strongest? Which is your least evident? (See definitions below.) Sanguine is my strongest. I am almost purely Sanguine. My least evident is Melancholic.
9. What do you miss the most about being 20? Absolutely nothing! I love being 50 something. I get a discount at Ross Dress for Less on Tuesday.
10. How long from the time you get up, does it take you to get ready to walk out the door in the morning? 30 minutes from start to finish.  I have everything laid out the night before so I don't wake up Frank.
11. Who handles the car maintenance and pays the bills in your family? Frank and I share the responsibility. 
12. For those in the US, how many states have you visited? For those outside the US, how many provinces/other countries have you visited? I have visited 48 of the 50 states. I lack Alaska and Vermont (still not sure how I missed that one.) I have been to all the Canadian provinces, all over Mexico, the UK (minus Scotland), Italy, Germany, Honduras, Costa Rica, Nicaragua, Jamaica, Grand Cayman, the Bahamas….so little time and so many more places to visit.
Personality type definitions courtesy Wikipedia:
Sanguine: The Sanguine temperament personality is fairly extroverted. People of a sanguine temperament tend to enjoy social gatherings, making new friends and tend to be quite loud. They are usually quite creative and often daydream. However, some alone time is crucial for those of this temperament. Sanguine can also mean very sensitive, compassionate and thoughtful. Sanguine personalities generally struggle with following tasks all the way through, are chronically late, and tend to be forgetful and sometimes a little sarcastic. Often, when pursuing a new hobby, interest is lost quickly when it ceases to be engaging or fun. They are very much people persons. They are talkative and not shy. For some people, these are the ones you want to be friends with and usually they become life long friends.
Choleric: A person who is choleric is a doer. They have a lot of ambition, energy, and passion, and try to instill it in others. They can dominate people of other temperaments, especially phlegmatic types. Many great charismatic military and political figures were cholerics. They like to be leaders and in charge of everything.
Melancholic: A person who is a thoughtful ponderer has a melancholic disposition. Often very considerate and get rather worried when they could not be on time for events, melancholics can be highly creative in activities such as poetry and art - and can become occupied with the tragedy and cruelty in the world. A melancholic is also often a perfectionist. They are often self-reliant and independent; one negative part of being a melancholic is sometimes they can get so involved in what they are doing they forget to think of others.
Phlegmatic: Phlegmatics tend to be self-content and kind. They can be very accepting and affectionate. They may be very receptive and shy and often prefer stability to uncertainty and change. They are very consistent, relaxed, rational, curious, and observant, making them good administrators and diplomats.
I hope you enjoyed this random dozen.  I know I like the challenge of them and look forward to them each week.  Have a wonderful Thursday!

A Girl and Her Slinky

This is what happens when you leave a three-year-old with a slinky.






Oops.

Hey, It's Okay Tuesday!

I got this idea from Glamour magazine. They have a section called Hey, It’s Okay and will list a bunch of things to be okay about. You're welcome to join in and do something like this on your diary. Doesn't have to be on a Tuesday either.

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To scoff at the experts who ramble on how fattening Thanksgiving dinner is. Who cares? I’m not going to pass up a piece of pecan just because it has a billion calories in it. It’s THANKSGIVING.


To have wanted to say, “I really don’t care,” when the Crazy Twilight Lady went on about how the final Twilight movie is starting to film.


To be amused that the chick who voices Dora the Explorer wants more money. She deserves it saying as she repeats the same thing OVER AND OVER AND OVER again.


To be tempted to put Natalie in gymnastics but worry Natalie will be like, “No thanks. Not right now,” when the teacher asks her to do something.


To rarely make anything from scratch.


To be a fan of Steak Um sandwiches. Remember awhile back how I blogged about not knowing how the crap to even make them?


To be a little weirded out that Marcia Cross who plays Bree on Desperate Housewives has no wrinkle lines.


To still be amazed when people give up soda. I’d seriously keel over and die. That’s how I get my caffeine since I don’t drink coffee.


To be amused that a reader of my blog sent me an e-mail that said, “That dude you liked on The Tudors, the one who lost his head, he’s on a Canadian show called Heartland. I’m Canadian and don’t watch it much, but I think he messes around with horses in it.” Many dudes lost their head on The Tudors but that kind reader was talking about Torrance Coombs who needs to make it big in America, so I can watch him in more things. And I’m amused that he messes with horses on a Canadian show. I’m curious now.


To enjoy shocking other mothers by saying things like, “We had eggs for breakfast. Non-organic. And we’re having hot dogs for dinner. Also, non-organic, probably made of cow ass.”

Momma-isms

I just have to laugh...or else I would probably cry.  I went to see my mom on Monday...after school and before helping to make hundreds of cheese balls.  We were lucky today and we got to have the private visiting room. I like this room because it has walls the color of mocha, a beautiful painting, some fake plants and actually comfortable chairs.  They allow us to go in there and shut the door and visit....and there is no one else looking at me with that all-knowing look.  In that little room....for just a few minutes....my mom is normal....or as normal as she can be in a geriatric psych ward.  BUT...Monday....I went through my standard pattern questions....and the responses she gave me made me want to laugh out loud.  Here are some of my favorite momma-isms from psych ward:
Me:  "I love this room don't you?" (talking about the visitation room we are in for the umpteenth time)
Her:  "Oh it is so pretty....I have never been here before."
Me:  "Momma, do you remember when you were born?"
Her:  "I sure do....1929 - July 9th!" (Hope rises....this is actually correct).
Me:  "Do you remember when I was born?" (Not a biggie here....I am an only child)
Her:  (sighing heavily) " Of course, you were there....1930."  (I nearly fell out of my chair)
Me:  "So how old were you when I was born?"
Her:  "I was exactly 55." (Ok...do the math people....I am currently....or at least until April 15th....56 years old.  My mom would be 111 years old.  I think that is some kind of record.)
Me:  "Frank is working or he would be with me." (Actually Frank lives an 1.5 hours away....in the opposite direction.)
Her:  "Are you and Frank still living together?  Did you ever get married?"  (You do remember that my Frank is a preacher....right?)
We sing a few songs, I hug her, and head home....I still have a 1.5 hour drive before I rest.  On my way home I actually cried.  I am so tired.  When she was at Adams (and she will return)....I could run over and see her during my planning period and after school if I wanted to.  It was almost walking distance from the high school.  Now she is 30 minutes further West from me....and it adds another 1.5 hours to my day.    So I leave my house at 5:45 and get home around 6:30.  BUT....I have to admit....God is in control.  On my way home....on XM radio....there he was....the King himself....singing "Peace in the Valley."  I hate it when Elvis sings that song....but on my way home....it was a moment of pure pleasure.  I won't have my mom with me forever....and one day we will both have "Peace in the Valley."  Can I get an AMEN!

Girlfriends

My girlfriend, Laura, sent me the cutest email today and I just had to share it with you all.  I can so see me doing these things with my gal pals and I am sure some of you can envision the same thing.  Have a Happy Monday and a Hearty Laugh!  A group of 15 year old girlfriends discussed where they should meet for dinner. Finally, it was agreed upon that they should meet at the Dairy Queen next to the Ocean View restaurant because they only had $6.00 between them and Jimmy Johnson, that cute boy in Social Studies, lives on that street and they might see him and they can ride their bikes there.
10 years later, the group of 25 year old girlfriends discussed where they should meet for dinner. Finally, it was agreed upon that they should meet at the Ocean View restaurant because the beer was cheap, they had free snacks, the band was good, there was no cover and there were lots of cute guys.
10 years later, at 35 years of age, the group once again discussed where they should meet for dinner. Finally, it was agreed upon that they should meet at the Ocean View restaurant because the cosmos were good, it was right near the gym and if they go late enough, there wouldn't be too many whiny little kids.
10 years later, at 45 years of age, the group once again discussed where they should meet for dinner. Finally, it was agreed upon that they should meet at the Ocean View restaurant because the martinis were big, and the waiters there had tight pants and nice buns.
10 years later, at 55 years of age, the group once again discussed where they should meet for dinner. Finally it was agreed they should meet at the Ocean View restaurant because the food there was reasonable, the wine list was good, they had windows that open in case of a hot flash, and fish is good for your cholesterol.
10 years later, at 65 years of age, the group once again discussed where they should meet for dinner. Finally it was agreed that they should meet at the Ocean View restaurant because lighting was good and they have an early bird special.
10 years later, at 75 years of age, the group once again discussed where they should meet for dinner. Finally it was agreed that they should meet at the Ocean View restaurant because food was not too spicy, the restaurant was handicapped accessible and they even had an elevator!
10 years later, at 85 years of age, the group once again discussed where they should meet for dinner. Finally it was agreed that they should meet at the Ocean View restaurant because they had never been there before.

The Pink Apron

Want to see something cute?



Well.

Don’t pay attention to the crying child.

Pay attention to the ultra adorable apron.

No, I didn’t make it. Are you kidding me? If I tried to sew, I’d probably thread my fingers together by accident.

Andrea over at Las Vegas Mama made it.

And Natalie loves it, despite her tears in the photo. I believe she was pissy because I said she couldn’t have cake for dinner. Granted, I understand her disappointment, sometimes I’d love to have cake for dinner.

But anyhow, when Natalie got the apron, she was thrilled.

“A princess!” she bellowed, grabbing it.

She wore the apron as she played house.



She wore the apron as she made silly faces.



She wore the apron as she watched TV.



She stuck a grasshopper in the apron pocket and scared the crap out of her Mommy. No photo, because I was too busy yelping, “Get it out, get it out, get it out.”

She even wanted to wear the apron to bed, but I made her take it off.

Maybe the apron will inspire her to become a fabulous cook! Then she can make these elaborate dishes for me and she’ll be all, “And it was all because Andrea made me an apron when I was three.”

Are you lusting for an apron for your little one now?

If so, head over to Andrea’s blog and enter her giveaway! It’ll run for a week.

And who knows, maybe the apron will inspire your little one to become a famous cook too.

Living Free of Unforgiveness

Today was laity Sunday in the Methodist church world.  What that means is that a lay speaker delivers the message.....and at our church that was me.  I prayed over my message and worked hard on it....and then realized....it was not the words God wanted me to share with the congregation.....so I thought why waste a good message....I will use it on my Sunday blog. So here is the sermon that wasn't.  I am glad I listened to God on this one....the one I did deliver was so powerful.  I truly felt an out of body experience with it.....so I know the Holy Spirit was in the house for sure.  Whenever I have to apologize for something I need to hear the person I have wronged say, “I forgive you.” I don’t just do this just because I need to hear it….but because the other person needs to say it….to be completely released. Did your parents ever make you tell someone, “I’m sorry” or “I forgive you?” I have to admit...mine did....and I did the same thing as a parent.  I remember my son mumbling the words, "I'msorryIdidn't meanit" to his cousin Brandy once.  He was right...he didn't mean it and you probably didn’t even mean it at the time either – or say it whole heartedly….but eventually it worked its way to your soul. It is best, of course, when we do mean it….and say it without someone telling us we need to say I am sorry….but that doesn’t always happen and it is far better to say, “I’m sorry” half heartedly and grow into it…than to do nothing and wait for forgiveness to occur. “Forgiveness is a choice you make” and if you don’t forgive it brings death into your life in some form or fashion. The best way to become forgiving is to pray for the person you need to forgive. Even though it may seem hard at first, once you get into it and discover more things to pray about you will discover your heart becoming soft toward that person. I’ve discovered the hard way that in families there are those who wait for forgiveness to happen. You know the ones who don’t forgive until they feel like forgiving. The result is more often than not serious rifts between family members. When this happens hurtful things are said to or about each other, or even worse – SILENCE!  In Ephesians 4: 31-32 tells us to "³¹Get rid of all bitterness, rage and anger, brawling and slander, along with every form of malice. ³²Be kind and compassionate to one another, forgiving each other, just as in Christ God forgave you."  Matthew 6:14-15 follows with "¹⁴For if you forgive men when they sin against you, your heavenly Father will also forgive you. ¹⁵But if you do not forgive men their sins, your Father will not forgive your sins."  I don't know about you....but I like the fact that God is going to forgive my sins....and who am I to think I am better than God and don't have to forgive.   Lack of graciousness and appreciation occurs and THIS undergirds ever word and deed because of unforgiveness. Whole families can suffer because of one persons unforgiveness. I am a Christian and part of a church family (one small nuclear family) – part of one extended family the United Methodist Church organization. We have all kinds of families in our lives, our church, our community, and our work place. Forgiveness is the key to all these areas. We need to forgive those in all our families for their imperfections and things that have been done….hurtful things. This may even involve forgiving ourselves. If we are not forgiving the consequences can be serious.  I know of a woman who had a horrific fight with her mother.....about her mother's lifestyle choices.....the mother was going on a trip and left right after hateful/hurtful words had been exchanged by the two.  Somewhere during the trip a semi-truck T-boned the mother and she died instantly.  The daughter carried this guilt with her for years. Unforgiveness can so easily become part of our lives that we take it with us wherever we go. We never even notice the excess baggage we are carrying. Forgiveness does not make the other person right – it makes you free. Forgiveness is trusting that God is the God of justice. He says He is and saying, “Father, I won’t hold that person to myself with unforgiveness anymore.” It is acknowledging that God knows the truth and allowing Him to be the judge, because He is the only one who knows the whole truth. Is. 30:18 says, “The Lord is a God of justice, blessed are all who wait for Him.” We are blessed when we confess our unforgivenss to Him – pray for deliverance – and then we can sit back and wait for God to do the right thing while we enjoy His blessings. Doesn’t that sound more enjoyable?....Ok…So now I am sure you are asking....or at least thinking in your head, “How does a child forgive an abusive parent? How does a family forgive the drunk driver who killed their daughter? How can anyone show mercy for the merciless?” Well, without coming into the presence of the Lord, they can’t. In the presence of the Lord one understands complete forgiveness. This understanding is sweet release – it’s life giving because it renews our entire being. In Phil. 3:13-14 we are instructed "¹³Brothers, I do not consider myself yet to have taken hold of it. But one thing I do:  Forgetting what is behind and straining toward what is ahead, ¹⁴I press on toward the goal to win the prize for which God has called me heavenward in Christ Jesus." We cannot get on with our lives and all that God has in store for us as long as we are tied to past injustices.  I learned the hard way that you have to give it up and let it go.  You cannot be an effective person....much less and effective Christian if you are carrying around this kind of baggage in your life.  Matthew 5:7 – takes it even a step further with, "7Blessed are the merciful, for they will be shown mercy." This verse instructs us that we need to show mercy so nothing limits us or God’s mercy towards us. We need to say , “I forgive you, “ whenever the opportunity arises. We need to prevent bitterness and unforgiveness from becoming a wall between us and God – hindering our prayers or our walk. We don’t have time for this because there is too much praying to be done. – I don't know about you....but I don't need anything hindering my prayers.  How about you?  Is there someone you need to tell you are sorry to today?....and mean it?  If so...get on it!  There might not be a tomorrow.

In The Woogump Woods

Every year the Youth and Children of Rock Mills UMC have a haunted hayride.  I was asked to write the story for this year and was excited about the concept.  The theme is Woogump Woods, which is a story one of our member's grandfather used to tell.  My story is not his....he is dead....the only clue I had is that Woogumps have red eyes.  I am putting it here so that you guys can give me some ideas or constructive criticism.  Enjoy the read! 

Once upon a time in a pasture not so far away lived the Woogumps.  The Woogumps were red-eyed creatures that no one wanted around.  They were not allowed to walk the streets with normal people.  They had to live in the woods and take care of themselves because they were not even allowed to go to Wal-Mart for food.  Well…let me tell you ….one day the Woogump leader decided that this was not fair!  He encouraged the other Woogumps to stage an uprising…  right here…..in Rock Mills, AL.  The took over the woods around Ms. Alice’s pasture and began stealing cows for food.  When it would get very dark they would slip out of the woods and the only thing you could see was their red eyes shining.  The would find a pasture and pick out a nice juicy cow and slurp it up….all that would remain was the hide of the cow.  Small children began to disappear all over Randolph County and the parents were very concerned…..so they formed a possee of Woogump hunters and went in search of the dreaded Woogumps…..but they had no luck….the Woogunps were smarter than the humans….and hid well… deep in the woods near Ms. Alice’s pasture.  Children kept disappearing…..parents kept searching and worrying……and the Woogumps stayed hidden…..deep in the woods.   The sheriff and his deputies combed the woods…..and found not one single trace of the Randolph County children.  Not even a tiny shoe or hairbow….nothing…. One day though….a young boy was out in the woods looking for his lost baby calf….and he came upon a baby Woogump caught in an animal trap.  His heart went out for the trapped Woogump and he rescued her and took her to the Woogump hiding place……the Woogumps were so thankful that they made him the human keeper of the Woogumps.  He was the only human who was allowed into the woods after dark without fearing for his life.  Children kept disappearing and cow hides kept being found…and years went by….the old Woogumps were replaced by younger….meaner ones….who began to terrorize the people of Rock Mills even more…..one day the young boy…..who was now an old man….went to the Woogumps and made them promise…..to limit their activities to only one month a year…..that month was October…..it was a great time for the Woogumps…..children would dress up as scary creatures….gather candy….and the Woogumps would lure them into the woods and take them….and their candy…..all that would remain was their costumes…..lying in the ground of Ms. Alice’s pasture.  One night, near Halloween….a group of Rock Mills United Methodists…..took a hayride in Ms. Alice’s pasture…..and listened carefully to their story teller….when he finished his story….he looked up at the people on the hayride….and they realized…..something very important….there were costumes on the ground…..and they were in the presence of the Keeper of the Woogumps..