Showing posts from April, 2013

Reduce, Reuse, Recycle?

Wow.  It's been a week. 

Last Saturday, I posted about needing a blog break to work through my soul's messages.  Sunday night, Tony and I had an amazing time of prayer, and I went to bed clearer than I had in weeks.  I was looking forward to skyping with the bestie in Georgia and having a great Monday. 

At 12:45 Monday afternoon, everything went haywire.  I received an email from Tony's company saying that we weren't going to be able to homeschool for legal reasons.  I was shocked, stunned, and sick.  I called Tony who told me to call the school and figure out what our options were since we'd missed the re-enrollment date for the fall semester.  He assured me that he was going to see what could be done about the situation.

I found out that Camilla's class had a long waiting list.  I hung up the phone and cried and prayed. I called the bestie.  Even more tears and more prayers.  I drove to the school to talk with the directors.  They graciously agreed to allow…


Productivity means different things to different people.  So far today, I've made dinner for 2 households, done laundry and dishes, and made breakfast for Bits and Me.  I've also created this...

In my world, that's a productive morning.

Absent from the body

2 Corinthians 5 talks about being willing to be absent from the body and present with the Lord.  The verse is often applied to our death and immediate step into eternity.  The past few weeks, the verse has meant something different to me. 

I've been here in my body the whole time.  I've been busy.  We've had normal life stuff, and then, we had the FABULOUS visit with my brother.  It's been a good couple of weeks.  But, my mind has been elsewhere. 

That's why the blog has been so quiet.  I just can't get myself to type anything.  The longer I went between blogs the harder it became to write one.

My mind has been absent from my body- completely consumed with the Lord.  I can't explain it.  This isn't about holiness or religiousness.  Far from it.  I just can't process what the Spirit's given me to work through.

I'm hitting a wall.  Hard and often.  I can't seem to break through with this.

Until I get some understanding of what's in …

A Little Testimonial

From me!

I made the decision to hire a personal trainer for myself because I was having trouble finding the motivation I needed to get to the gym.  Also, I have a couple of problem areas on my body that I wasn't have good success of getting rid when I was running consistently so the trainer seemed like a good option.  Tuesday was our first day, and we will be meeting 2 hours a week for the next few months.  On Tuesday, we learned that I'm pitifully out of shape.  In particular, my core muscles are pathetic and my balance is embarrassing.  I haven't been running lately, but I was amazed at just how out of shape I was.  And Wednesday morning I woke up with sore muscles where I didn't know I had muscles!

Yesterday, she did my body measurements.  I've never had those done before, but I was very excited to see the results. Or maybe scared is a better word considering my woeful performance from Tuesday. She measured my overall percentage of body fat at 19%.  At first, I …

I need a live-in


Last night, the 6 of us were cuddled up on the couch watching NCAA basketball.

Everyone had a buddy or two.

Chloe, Tony and I were cuddled in the corner of the sectional.

Coralynn and Cosita were snuggled under a blanket toward the middle of the couch. 

Camilla had Carson forced up against the arm of the couch as she cuddled with him against his will.  (The funniest 10 minutes of recent memory occured directly after me telling Carson he had to cuddle with Camilla- quite possibly the world's most cuddly person.) 

For 35 minutes or so, we all sat there, together watching a basketball game.

It reminded me how blessed I am to get to be in these people's lives.

No, we weren't doing big, important, or amazing things for the world's greater good.

We were just being us.  Peaceful, nothing pressing us.

I wish I had a photograph of the moment.

Forks Over Knives: A Conversation

Let's just get this out there right now.  I'm not a movie critic.  My brother's the movie critic.  No, for real, he's a movie critic.  In Los Angeles, like the one Hollywood's in. Yes, he's really a movie critic, and yes, he's really met famous people.  OK?  Great.  Moving on.

I heard about Forks Over Knives early in this food journey that we're walking.  I was not interested enough in watching it to have someone bring it to me.  Actually, the only reason I bought it was to hit the $25 needed for free shipping on Amazon.  I had purchased a vegan cookbook, and I thought that would be a good match in the cart.  (Yes, I like my cart items to coordinate.  Now that my girls refuse to wear "matches" I have to do something to fulfill the need.)  Our friends from Georgia brought the documentary in February, and I've watched it twice so far.

I think it would be wise to quickly define some terms so we're all on the same page. 

Diet- the food tha…