tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-303963782024-03-19T04:35:11.056-05:00He thinks I'm funnymombohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07021946695195958461noreply@blogger.comBlogger79125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30396378.post-28626633184977055082009-03-02T10:23:00.003-06:002009-03-02T12:37:01.380-06:00I Have a Dream!I post rarely these days because of my very limited time and mental capacity for forming complete sentences. However, I wanted to share with the 3 or 4 people who actually read my sporadic posts a dream/vision/calling that is on my mind all the time.<br /><br />About a year ago I was doing a web search for Craftsman house plans for the dream house of our future. I love the Craftsman style of architecture in general, and Frank Lloyd Wright in particular. I had searched several times, but had never been able to find exactly what I wanted in a home. On this day I glanced over at an ad on the side of a house plans search, and I saw IT! There was a picture of MY HOME! I discovered it was a book of Craftsman house plans that just happened to be on sale for less than $10! I immediately ordered the book and anxiously awaited its arrival. When the book came, the plans for the house were even better than I hoped.<br /><br />The dream began as a desire to build a large home in the country that would be a family homestead. Rooms for each of our kids and their future spouses to come and spend the holidays in comfort. A funny thing happened on the way to that dream, though. God began to stir in our hearts a desire to use the home for more than holidays. I began to do new web searches for retreat homes. Not a bed-and-breakfast or fun time get-away, but a place of ministry. I stumbled upon Pastors Retreat Network's website and discovered a really neat organization. I'm still doing some research, so I won't go into all of that.<br /><br />Still, God started prodding us to implement a plan to build a pastor's retreat home. Most churches are small, 100 members or less, even here in the Bible belt. When a church is that small, the pastors must be bi-vocational. This translates into very overworked, generally under appreciated, and certainly underpaid servants. So the people who need to get a break the most, are often those who can afford it the least. We want a place that is independently funded, where pastors and their spouses can come for restoration, rest, and perhaps some counsel. Doug and I are trained and equipped to do just that. I have an M.Ed. in Counseling and staff licensure through my denomination. My husband's job is one that can be done from Tulsa or the country, and his experience growing up on a cattle ranch trained him to take care of just about anything a large home and acreage could throw at him. The one thing we don't have at this point is the provision for the land and house. In the natural, it will take about 6 years to try to put it all together. We also know that God works in the supernatural, and we are open to whatever, whenever, and however He wants to do it.<br /><br />Basically, we just want people to pray with us that we will know how to proceed, directed step-by-step, that we will have the courage to walk by faith, not by sight, and the wisdom to make those decisions. We looked at some land yesterday that would be perfect, but it's for sale right now and there is no natural possibility for us to buy it. It may be that God is just showing us what's possible. We're o.k. with that. But we also know He's an amazing God. Amen.<br /><br />p.s. The name of our home is Barnabas House, because Barnabas means son of encouragement.mombohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07021946695195958461noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30396378.post-10110840402474809872009-01-24T11:34:00.002-06:002009-01-24T12:15:25.898-06:00L is for Love!This rather informal meme, in which the tagger assigns you a letter of the alphabet and you then list 1o things you love that begin with that letter, came from <a href="http://lenadianejennings.blogspot.com/">Diane</a>. I won't tag anyone, but if you'd like to do the meme, just leave a comment or email me at <a href="mailto:ltaylor@oru.edu">ltaylor@oru.edu</a> and I'll assign you a letter for the meme. <a href="http://lenadianejennings.blogspot.com/">Diane</a> chose the letter L for me, so here goes:<br /><br />1. Lemon - pie, cake, and scented cleaning products. Though I don't usually eat the cleaning products.<br /><br />2. Late nights - I'm a night owl, pure and simple. I've done everything in my power to adjust my internal clock, to no avail. Apparently, God made me this way, and it's in no way inferior to morning people. So there! ;0P<br /><br />3. Lip Smackers - Dr. Pepper to be exact. It's the best chap*stick ever made!<br /><br />4. Law & Order - I think I've seen every episode of every version ever made. I'm considering rehab.<br /><br />5. Lotion - Orange Ginger from Bath & Body Works for the smell, and Gold Bond for the intense therapy.<br /><br />6. Long baths - nuff said<br /><br />7. <a href="http://lifeofgrits.blogspot.com/">Life of Grits</a> - one of my favorite blogs<br /><br />8. <a href="http://www.lisawhelchel.com/">Lisa Whelchel Cauble</a> - it has been a joy knowing this amazing woman. Working and playing together - an honor and a privilege.<br /><br />9. Linus and Lucy - Vince Guaraldi Trio, you rock my world!<br /><br />10. Learning - I have a ravenous hunger for learning. All kinds of things.<br /><br />So let me learn about you!mombohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07021946695195958461noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30396378.post-86642822228491205322009-01-24T08:53:00.002-06:002009-01-24T09:15:33.819-06:00huh...what?I think I've survived, but I'm not entirely sure. You see, my employer, ORU, announced layoffs on the 13th. We lost three people from my department, leaving just two of us to take care of all the seniors. In addition to the all the transfer students I'm already managing. Then on the 15th, the other academic counselor was in a car accident. And hasn't been back to work since. And then there was one. But at least I still had my boss to ask questions of in an emergency. You do remember I just got this job in April, right? Now the boss will be out on Monday. I've had an eye twitch since the 14th. I'm thankful I still have my job. But it's hard not to envy those laid off who will be getting paid to stay home for two months.<br /><br />Oh, and the girl who alternated weeks with me leading worship went away to college. So now I lead every week. Don't get me wrong, I love leading worship. LOVE IT! I'm just so very tired. And in need of a maid. And a massage. And a manicure. And a new bed.<br /><br />I started a new semester - I'm taking Hermeneutics - interpreting and studying the Bible, Assessment I - a superfluous requirement for accreditation purposes, and Crisis Counseling - which I may need if things don't settle down soon. I'm really enjoying Hermeneutics, though I may become violent if he doesn't stop saying methiology instead of methodology, and tilafia instead of tilapia when he talks about going to Outback in front of us starving grad students. Haven't been to Crisis Counseling yet. It meets one weekend a month for three months, starting next weekend. Yep, we'll be singing familiar songs in worship next week! <br /><br />Update on Mom - the diagnosis was some form of dementia, possibly Alzheimer's. The doctor took away her driving privileges, which was more devastating to her than the diagnosis. It was well past time. My brother is setting up power of attorney because she arranged cataract surgery on her own, opted for lens replacement which was not covered by her insurance, and was charged $4,000 to a credit card. She didn't understand that it was not covered, but the doctor's office said they explained everything and this is what she wanted. It's done now, and nothing can be undone. She has resisted any medication to treat chemical imbalance and Alzheimer's, so I don't know what the future holds for her. It must be very hard on my brother and his wife, since she lives in an apartment in their back yard. <br /><br />So, all this since Christmas. Our decorations are still up. And may be for two more weeks.mombohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07021946695195958461noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30396378.post-82638346519753664782008-12-27T10:35:00.002-06:002008-12-27T10:59:24.318-06:00Twas the two days after Christmas...And all through the house, debris, flotsam, and jetsam covered many a mouse? Well, so much for post-Christmas poetry. The house is a disaster and my mother-in-law's coming over tonight. So, it's pretty clear what we'll be doing today. Right now the kids are still in bed, so things are pretty quiet. <br /><br />Rachel and I will be heading down to Texas to see the fam Sunday evening. It should be an interesting mix of good and bad. You see, my mom has finally admitted there might be a problem, and went for some testing for Alzheimers. She will be getting her test results on Monday, and I don't think she's going to like what they have to say. It's been obvious to the family for a long time, but her quack doctor said she was fine. <grabs> Where can someone find a doctor that actually listens, PAYS ATTENTION, and looks for answers until they are found?!? I can't believe what these guys get away with for the price we pay! MEDIOCRITY!! <climbs> I think we all know where I stand on this issue now. The problem is, she could have been in treatment for well over a year now. Each time I see her, she's gone noticeably down hill. It's so painful.<br /><br />On the upside, I'll get to see my Texas friends and attend a New Year's Eve party with one of my buds. I get to stay with my niece/best friend, and I can't wait to spend some time with her! I was hoping to get my hair cut while there, but my hairdresser in TX is booked up and I'm broke. So, I'll just have to struggle along with this sorry little mop for a little while longer. <br /><br />Speaking of broke, I have a small moral dilemma. I am now the proud (or not so proud) owner of a Coach purse and an iPhone. I received both as prizes - it's strange, I happen to win things often. We looked into returning the purse, but they would only give store credit. I needed the phone, so we didn't try to return it. Besides the fact that I won it at the company picnic, so people would have asked questions. The dilemma is this: we are broke. As in, I'd like to buy a dozen eggs, but I just don't have the dough. Like, Doug and I didn't get gifts for each other - not even stocking stuffers - broke. So it feels really weird to be carrying around these luxury items. I have no illusions about them being luxuries, and they aren't things I would have ever bought for myself. Ever. I didn't even know about Coach before this sales contest came up. It just feels weird. Once again, I ponder "what is God up to?" Once again, He offers no clue. It's this deal we have. Any ideas out there? Is anyone still out there reading? I suppose not, but that's the consequence of not writing for months at a time.<br /><br />If anyone is reading, I hope you had a blessed Christmas. My kids really stepped up to the responsibility plate and didn't complain about the dearth of gifts this year. I'm proud of them. Now I must start the pre-Mother-in-law cleaning process. Happy New Year!mombohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07021946695195958461noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30396378.post-75916497914905466422008-12-20T10:15:00.002-06:002008-12-20T10:36:42.628-06:00A Christmas Miracle!Obviously that intention to post more often "gang aft agley." However, I did survive the semester - two "A"s thankyouverymuch! I don't think I'll try two evening classes again. The whole semester was junk food 3 meals a day. Bleah. <br /><br />We had some stresses throughout this time. My grandmother-in-law passed away just 3 weeks after being diagnosed with cancer, my mother-in-law had a heart attack scare, and my husband developed a mysterious G.I. bleed and bowel ischemia that resolved itself with no explanation. Oh there were lots of tests, lots of bills, and a 5 day stay in our local hospital. But no explanation. My 16 yr. old son is experiencing a great deal of teenage angst - camp friend killed in a car accident 2 days before Thanksgiving, first love broke up with him <em>by text</em> right after that, and a good friend just moved to Switzerland. I wouldn't be 16 again for love ner money!<br /><br />We camped again at Thanksgiving, which went pretty well. It was a nice campground with only one other camper there the whole time. The weather was just cold enough and the food was great. I miss my camping buddies, though. It's just not the same without them.<br /><br />Once again, Christmas will be lean. I'm trying to keep a stiff upper lip about the whole thing - tell myself it's o.k. to wait till Jan.15th for my husband's quarterly bonus to come in - but a big part of me is not buying it. You'd think I'd be good at this "wait upon the Lord" thing by now. Not so much.<br /><br />So, while I know this post has all the rousing Christmas spirit of the first half of "A Christmas Carol," the miracle is - I did post. I'm still believing for something to come through before Thursday. "Hope springs eternal" and all that. Remember us in your prayers - if anyone is still out there. I've enjoyed reading your blogs this semester - they've kept me going through this difficult time. Thanks!mombohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07021946695195958461noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30396378.post-58160234226965558672008-08-20T09:39:00.000-05:002008-08-20T09:40:20.792-05:00Hello? <br /><br />Is anyone still out there? Waiting ever-so-patiently for me to post? I realize I’ve been M.I.A. for quite some time. I will say I’ve been honing my lurking skills to a fine edge. Since I started the new job in April, life’s been a whirlwind. <br /><br />Training is always a challenge, and I moved from a nearly silent office to an almost deafening cubicle. Printers, faxes, phones, copiers, people – I felt like the Grinch beleaguered by the Christmas celebrations of the Whos down in Whoville. Now don’t get me wrong – I love me some people. On the Myers-Briggs, I rank as high on the extrovert scale as it goes. It just took some desensitizing. On the plus side, WAY better boss! Wow, what a difference that makes! I’m so glad God finally opened the door. I love interacting with the students. And I get to see my daughters nearly every day. Double And, I have an office again, as of about a month ago. I would have posted sooner, but I barely survived registration.<br /><br />I do have to tell you, my boss went on vacation for two weeks during the summer and I just had to give him a welcome back surprise. So just before he got back, I came in to work on a Saturday and, with the help of my husband and son, completely bubble-wrapped his office. Everything. Including his pens and dirty coffee mug. It was a hit. I, of course, denied all knowledge.<br /><br />We had a back-to-school party last week, thrown by my daughter Roxanne. We had about 30 college students for lasagna, salad, bread, and sopapilla cheesecake. Also, Olympics-watching, Apples to Apples and Cranium competition. There were no survivors. So much fun! <br /><br />One more thing, I started my second Masters program last week. Because of all the spare time I have. I shall endeavor to post regularly, but I’m making no promises. Thanks for checking back in!mombohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07021946695195958461noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30396378.post-43926550782732220892008-05-26T10:13:00.002-05:002008-05-26T10:49:18.123-05:00It's Meme Time!This meme comes from <a href="http://www.theredneckdiva.com/">Redneck Diva</a>, a blogger I truly enjoy!<br /><br /><strong>Favorite person (outside family): </strong> I guess I’d have to say my friend Lori. She has this great, dry sense of humor that always cracks me up, and a true joy in serving the ones she loves. Thankfully, I’m one of those!<br /><br /><strong>Favorite food:</strong> Rib eye steak. Hands down.<br /><br /><strong>Quirks about you: </strong> How much time do we have? I love to pick. Paint, crepe myrtle tree bark, peeling sunburns, zits - I have a problem. Also, I have lots of texture issues with foods. Makes it difficult to eat at someone’s house.<br /><br /><strong>How would the person who loves you most describe you in ten words or less?</strong> Voluptuous, woman, funny, dark, sweet, Jeopardy!, companion, counselor, encourager, nurturing, love-struck!<br /><br /><strong>Any regrets in life? </strong> Plenty. And I’d definitely change them. Mostly it involves others I’ve hurt. That’s my greatest regret. And then, of course, self-destructive behaviors over the years.<br /><br /><strong>Favorite Charity/Cause: </strong> <a href="http://www.mercyhouse.org/">Mercy House</a>. It’s a ministry to pregnant women who have no place else to go. My sister-in-law founded it, and has incredibly impacted the lives of so many young women.<br /><br /><strong>Something you cannot get enough of? </strong> Cilantro, free time, husband love.<br /><br /><strong>Worst job you have ever had? </strong> My last one. It was in an environment of distrust and fear. No respect for boundaries. Besides the fact that I was alone in an office all day. I NEED people.<br /><br /><strong>What job would you pay NOT to have? </strong> Daycare, no two ways about it!<br /><br /><strong>Guilty Pleasure: </strong> Prince, Janet Jackson, Bellinis<br /><br /><strong>Got any confessions? </strong> You can’t handle the truth!<br /><br /><strong>If you HAD to spend $1,000 on YOURSELF, how would you spend it? </strong> Funny, “had” is in caps, as if that would be difficult. More kitchen stuff, shoes, clothes, I don’t suppose furniture counts as for myself, but if it did, new couches. NO, WAIT - a day of beauty! Massage, facial, mani, pedi, the works.<br /><br /><strong>Favorite thing about your house? </strong> Location, location, location. We’re at last in a beautiful, non-ghetto neighborhood<br /><br /><strong>Least favorite thing about your house?</strong> The painful rock floor in our entry. The rocks are large and uneven – a dangerous way to introduce others to our home.<br /><br /><strong>One thing you are good at? </strong> Only one? Making people laugh.<br /><br /><strong>If you could change something about your circumstances, what? </strong> Money, money, money<br /><br /><strong>Who would you like to meet someday?</strong> Redneck Diva, Boo Mama, Big Mama, Shannon, Barb, Judith, Diane, Pioneer Woman, Barbra Streisand, Brian Duncan, C.S. Lewis (yes, I know he’s dead!), Harry Connick, Jr., Denzel Washington, Cher, Dolly Parton<br /><br /><strong>What makes you feel sexy? </strong> Being thin, so obviously I haven’t felt sexy in a long, LONG time.<br /><br /><strong>Who is your real life hero? </strong> Henry Cloud and John Townsend – authors of the “Boundaries” series. They truly changed the course of my life.<br /><br /><strong>What is the hardest part of your job? </strong> I suppose the noise level in my area. I have a cubicle, and the sounds of the three printers, seal press, my boss’ very loud voice, everyone’s phones ringing, and other random conversations can be overwhelming sometimes.<br /><br /><strong>When are you most relaxed? </strong> Sadly, when I’m watching t.v. I know, that’s very…um…lowbrow I suppose. I’m happiest when I’m performing, but I wouldn’t say relaxed.<br /><br /><strong>What stresses you out? </strong> Being late for something, my son’s grades, mess, being broke most of all.<br /><br /><strong>What can you not live without? </strong> God and Diet Coke<br /><br /><strong>Do you agree or disagree with the recent article that reported that blogs are authored by narcissists? </strong>Well, if I was a narcissist, I wouldn’t care about anyone else’s feelings apart from their worship of me. Being a counselor pretty much negates that idea.<br /><br /><strong>Why do you blog?</strong> I honestly don’t know. Which is probably why I’m not very consistent with it. I still hold back on my deepest thoughts and feelings, because I’m afraid people will think I’m too weird. And obviously, it’s important that everyone like me. (dang! There’s that narcissism thing again!)<br /><br />I’m tagging Barb at <a href="http://anewchelseamorning.blogspot.com/">A Chelsea Morning</a>, Sarah at <a href="http://inthemidstofit.blogspot.com/">In the Midst of It</a>, Diane at <a href="http://lenadianejennings.blogspot.com/">Diane’s Place</a>, <a href="http://boomama.net/">Boo Mama</a>, <a href="http://thebigmamablog.com/">Big Mama</a>, Shannon at <a href="http://rocksinmydryer.typepad.com/shannon/">Rocks In My Dryer</a>, <a href="http://thepioneerwoman.com/">Pioneer Woman</a>, and <a href="http://rroxannet.blogspot.com/">Roxanne at Too Much Saga, Too Little Sleep</a>. Plus anyone else who’d like to do it.<br /><br />If you do the meme, leave a comment or email letting me know so I can go check it out. Here are the rules if you're interested:<br /><br />1. Answer the questions<br />2. Link back to whoever tagged you<br />3. Tag eight bloggers to do the same, 2 from each category:<br /> a. New/newer bloggers<br /> b. Bloggy friends<br /> c. Bloggers you would like to get to know better<br /> d. Bloggers you don’t think will respond, but you hope will.mombohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07021946695195958461noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30396378.post-38323141802221982442008-05-14T17:39:00.002-05:002008-05-14T17:57:05.658-05:00Greetings from Beyond - And A Plea for HelpHey,<br /><br /><br /><br />I've been away for a while, huh? Sorry to abandon you, but it's been pretty crazy around here. I GOT THE JOB! Yes, that's where I've been. It's a very busy position, which I love, but it doesn't allow for any down time in which to blog. By the time I get home, I'm just exhausted. Hopefully my energy will catch up and the learning curve will slow down a little soon. I'm the new Transfer Evaluation Coordinator/Academic Counselor for Oral Roberts University. I can now exhale. I feel so much better already! I really have been meaning to post, but I wanted to do something special, so I kept putting it off. However...the time for procrastination is done because I have an earnest appeal for you.<br /><br /><br /><br />My daughter Roxanne of <a href="http://roxannet.blogspot.com/">http://roxannet.blogspot.com/</a> is trying to raise money for a mission trip to <span style="color:#ff0000;">Africa</span> this summer. Here's the kicker: she still needs <span style="color:#ff0000;">$1900</span> by <span style="color:#ff0000;">Friday</span> to pay for her airline tickets. If you feel led, please contribute what you can, and link me on your site. She fully believes God has called her to go - she just doesn't have rich parents! You can contact me in comments for the number to call to donate by credit or debit card at <a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=d1RNZaWi_7I">Victory Christian Center</a> (mission video link) in Tulsa, Oklahoma. All donations are tax deductible. <br /><br /><br /><br />I promise to do something flashy very soon! THANKS!mombohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07021946695195958461noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30396378.post-27353461174867150492008-03-17T13:08:00.002-05:002008-03-17T13:11:41.275-05:00Now Is the Winter of Our Discontent...I'm seriously behind on posting, though I've actually been composing. So if the next few posts seem a bit bi-polar, know that they have occured over the last month or so.<br /><br />Anger, frustration, fear, worry, impatience. These are my constant companions as I wait to see just what in tarnation God has in mind for our deliverance. The way this is playing out can’t possibly be His highest and best - the purpose for which we uprooted the entire family and moved to Tulsa. Truly, there has to be more than this. <br /><br />I mean, Doug has his dream job (apart from, of course, photography and billionaire) and is doing well in sales. But the quarterly bonus/commission checks only come, well you know, quarterly. So, we slowly (even glacially) dig our way out of the poor house. Though it takes so long, the urge to break up the discipline with a little shopping is nearly irresistible. <br /><br />In the meantime, I lose more and more of my check to higher insurance costs and “tuition as taxable income” withholding. I swear they’re going to start charging my account instead of direct depositing every two weeks. Multiple times per day, I check the job postings for something new and more appropriate. I begin and end every day asking God to open up a new opportunity for me on the school side. All the while, hearing more rumblings of what will not be provided once the separation of ministry and school is complete.<br /><br />I remind myself to “lay it down,” don’t worry, just trust and obey. Still, I want to scream out, “Hey, did you forget about us?” Every morning I drag myself out of bed and get ready for another day of monotony and pointlessness. I shaved my legs for this?<br /><br />I think about Joseph languishing in Potiphar’s prison for a crime he didn’t commit. But I know I have been ultimately sinful and faulty, not innocent, and the life I’m living in no way compares to an ancient Egyptian prison. I feel small, petty, ungrateful. I despise the sound of my own whiny voice. It’s just that I’m so bored, and tired, and broke every day. Not fulfilling my dreams or calling, not using effectively the gifts He’s given me. Terrified that this is as good as it gets, and knowing that I’ll never be satisfied with that. Hearing the taunts and accusations of the enemy. Wondering why this or that seemingly perfect job fell through. Why did He give me these dreams and ambitions if I’m never to realize them? Why have You made me thus?<br /><br />I want to tear my hair out every time some well-meaning acquaintance quips, “God’s got something better for you.” Thank you very much, Little Mary Sunshine. What if He doesn’t? Do I continue to parrot Christian-ese platitudes and “fake it till you feel it?” Isn’t that just deceit? Or is that what the enemy wants me to think so I fall deeper into sin? I don’t know what to do, or stop doing, say or stop saying, feel or stop feeling to get me to the other side of this.<br /><br />Ultimately, I hear His voice asking, “Do you trust Me or don’t you?” It’s a recurring theme, like a bad penny that keeps turning up. It must have something to do with my iniquity. He asks me if I trust Him to be at work when I can’t see progress. He asks if I trust His ways to be higher than my ways, His thoughts higher than my thoughts, His Timex to be better than my Timex. I stick my bottom lip out, stomp my foot, and grunt. I turn my back and rebuff His gentle invitation to come and play…come and rest…crawl into His lap and pour out my heart to Him. <br /><br />My heart joins with Peter who, when asked if he would leave the Lord, replied, “Lord, to whom shall we go? You have the words of eternal life.” There’s almost a desperation in the Peter’s statement. I feel it…I know it. But like any hurting four-year-old, I can’t hold out against His irresistible love. For no one else can comfort the disappointment I feel.mombohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07021946695195958461noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30396378.post-76365522162957598512008-02-13T09:31:00.001-06:002008-02-13T09:31:37.489-06:00NEWS!I have an interview today! YAY! I pray that the Lord would give me favor, and that He would be clear about whether this is the right job for me. I would appreciate your prayers, bloggy friends. I don’t want to miss His will because of my wants.mombohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07021946695195958461noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30396378.post-12322604654277913132008-02-05T08:23:00.000-06:002008-02-05T09:23:10.052-06:00YAY! MORE QUESTIONS!I'm so excited! <a href="http://grammy55.blogspot.com/">Bev</a> has questions for me! <br /><br /><strong>I'd truly love to know if your sense of humor runs in your family. You're so witty, really. And what type of humor does your husband have? It seems generally opposites end up together, so is he very quiet and serene, or do you both just crack each other up? You crack me up!</strong><br /><br />I have a very dry sense of humor that comes straight from my father and <a href="http://www.gracecommunitychurch.com/online_play.asp">brother</a>. I believe it developed because I was born much later than my siblings, so I was always trying to fit in with the older group. I practically cut my teeth on <a href="http://www.paulsen.com/pat/">Pat Paulsen</a>, <a href="http://thedavidsteinberg.com/">David Steinberg</a>, <a href="http://www.firesigntheatre.com/">Firesign Theater</a>, and <a href="http://www.georgecarlin.com/">George Carlin</a>. (wow, does that sound old!) I also love to make people laugh...now. As a kid, I must have been hilarious, because I was always saying, "Stop laughing at me!" <br /><br />On the <a href="http://http//www.myersbriggs.org/my-mbti-personality-type/mbti-basics/">Myers-Briggs Type Indicator</a> I score 100% extrovert. My husband is much more introverted, but is in sales as a profession. He does crack me up, and he thinks I'm pretty funny. His favorite comedy is <a href="http://www.fox.com/house/">House,</a> so you can tell he appreciates dry humor as well.<br /><br /><strong>Can I ask two - (I asked my sister 4!) why did you choose your profession? Did you see yourself leaning that way or was it family dynamics, etc. Okay - I'll stop! xoxo</strong><br /><br />I consider my "profession" to be counseling, though I'd rather it was singing. But you have to get paid for it to be a profession, right? I don't think the occasional wedding and funeral count. BTW, as soon as I can find the recording I'll post the song that made it all the way to <a href="httphttp://lcarot.blogspot.com/2007/06/its-restaurant-meme.html">Iraq</a> (scroll down). Anyhoo, even as a child I was always bringing home "strays" - hurting people. I couldn't help myself. It was as if I had this neon sign over my head that said, "Tell me, I'm safe." Eventually I decided I might as well train and get paid for something I was doing all the time. Here's God sense of humor. I'm stuck in an office all alone, all day long, working as a writer. Except I don't get to do much writing. So the overall whining and complaining of my life at this point is entirely due to being shut off from people. Please keep praying for a new job for me!<br /><br />Keep those questions coming, folks.mombohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07021946695195958461noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30396378.post-22283684747282780992008-02-02T21:53:00.000-06:002008-02-02T22:00:57.406-06:00Change is goodYou'll notice some changes, thanks to <a href="http://lenadianejennings.blogspot.com/">Diane</a>, my techie friend. We're by no means finished and I can't figure out how to make the picture of Joe smaller now that it's on there. I'm also having some photos done soon, that will hopefully make me look at lot more like, oh, Hallie Barry. I'll be adding one of those, too. <br /><br />If the color is too intense, let me know. I don't want to discourage anyone from reading. <br /><br />The house is mostly clean for the party tomorrow, and I have taken a picture of my comforter to display. However, it's not on the computer yet. You'll just have to wait a little longer. I promise it'll be worth it. We're expecting about 25 college kids for the game and I think I'll start taking Aleve now.<br /><br />I've also got to find a way to show off my husband's photography. Hmm, so much to do, so little attention span. <br /><br />Nighty-night!mombohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07021946695195958461noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30396378.post-78721525778672749012008-01-31T15:58:00.000-06:002008-01-31T16:07:48.298-06:00Random thoughtsIt's SNOWING! YAY! Yes, I am, and forever will be, a child when it comes to snow. I love it. I even love ice. It's the best evah! Sadly, it will all be gone tomorrow. :(<br /><br />I took off early from work to come home and get my last comments in on the bloggy giveaway carnival over at Rocks in My Dryer <a href="http://http//rocksinmydryer.typepad.com/reviews/">http://http://rocksinmydryer.typepad.com/reviews/</a> . Well, not just because of that. I swear, by the next giveaway I'll know how to post a button and pictures so that I can play, too. <br /><br />We finally got Direct TV! YAY again! This means we can actually WATCH the game AT our Superbowl party. See, without satellite or cable, we could only get one channel clearly, even with an antenna. And it was not FOX. So I think it will be a better Superbowl party overall. <br /><br />I'm still waiting for a job to open up at the university, so those of you praying, keep it up. No new leads as of yet. I HATE waiting! Really. A LOT!<br /><br />I'm off to take a little nappy nap.mombohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07021946695195958461noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30396378.post-9739033173102892842008-01-21T10:05:00.000-06:002008-01-21T10:42:52.745-06:00everything you ever wanted to know about me, but were afraid to askO.K., so I received A question. Just as I suspected. I've already told more than anyone wanted to know. It's fine - I'm not bitter. Really. I always look like this. Really.<br /><br />But, I will answer the question posed to me by <a href="http://lenadianejennings.blogspot.com/">http://lenadianejennings.blogspot.com/</a> "Okey dokey: If your house was on fire and you could save only one thing, the thing dearest to your heart, what would it be? Other than your pets and loved ones, of course. That's a given."<br /><br />I thought long and hard on this one and discarded the usual suspects: photos, my Bible (which is on my PDA that I would have on me anyway), family heirlooms (we don't really have any). And what I finally came up with was my comforter. You don't understand. This is a ten-year comforter. See, my husband doesn't leave the decorating decisions up to me. He also only wants to buy something like a comforter once in his lifetime, so he must GET IT RIGHT! Over ten years ago, literally, we began looking for material. Since we had less than zero dollars at the time, it was moot really when we found the perfect fabric for the top of our comforter cover. We waited nearly three years for the material to go on clearance, and nearly missed it entirely as it was being discontinued. We bought the whole bolt, put it in the closet, and began looking for the fabric for the underside. And the trim. <br /><br />I got all rebellious and bought a white down comforter for the inside off of ebay. WITHOUT EVEN CONSULTING HIM! Amazingly, we are still together. During all this time, the debate on whether I would make the cover (a professional seamstress for 10 years), or whether we would have someone else do it, because I might mess it up, waged on. Two years passed before we found the underside material. Then another year before we found the perfect cording. <br /><br />Then, I moved to Oklahoma for 5 months alone while he tried to find a job here. No time (or room) for sewing during our time in the ghetto. If you'll remember, I call it that, not because of racial issues, but the fact that we were robbed THREE TIMES while we were there. We were eventually reunited and then moved out of the ghetto. Getting settled once again, I finally made the comforter cover. We have just now decided on the appropriate closure for it, so it should be complete in the next month.<br /><br />To my husband's credit, he has AMAZING taste. The comforter is perfect. The top is a tapestry-like material in a forest green and moss green general swirly kind of thing, with dusty rose and deep red colored cabbage roses with individual threads of gold, here and there. Really hard to explain. The underside is a deep red iridescent fabric, stitched in a diamond pattern. The cording is the same deep red, with a burgundy twist. I'll try to figure out how to post a picture. When you see it, I think you'll be impressed.<br /><br />So really, I just couldn't face going through that process again. I have actually had a fire in my home back in Texas. I grabbed my purse, the bridesmaids dresses I was working on, and the TV REMOTE! When I realized that I didn't have the TV to go with it. I took it back inside. My husband took all the computer stuff, put it on our bed, and covered it with a blanket. Apparently, we were both ENTIRELY COHERENT at 3 am when our duplex was in flames. <br /><br />Perhaps it is a good thing to think about this question and plan for the worst. If anyone else has a question, I'll be happy to answer it. I'll just be here. Waiting.mombohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07021946695195958461noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30396378.post-56816029226308181412008-01-17T16:57:00.000-06:002008-01-17T17:02:55.122-06:00Because I'm all original like thatIn the interests of a) fulfilling my only New Year's Resolution - to blog more often b) complete disclosure and c) risking no questions WHATSOEVER...<br /><br />I'm jumping on the "Ask me anything" bandwagon today. Now, I can't imagine that anyone might have had questions up to this point that they may have held back. And I am unabashedly open in person. TMI, anyone? But if, perchance, you might want to know my favorite curry, or my first...whatever...ask away. I will be pleased as punch to answer any question pertaining to me. I'll be more circumspect about family member questions. I'd actually like to receive birthday presents.mombohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07021946695195958461noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30396378.post-1659311212758759312008-01-10T12:14:00.000-06:002008-01-10T12:17:01.960-06:00What was your name again?Long time, no type, eh friends? The holidays were such a blur. See, I’m generally a last minute kind of girl anyway. But when <span style="color:#ff0000;">ICE STORM 2007</span> knocked out our power for four days (and others for much, much longer), the world came to a screeching halt. Not only could I not get anything accomplished that week, all the regular things I needed to do got pushed to the next week. So, in short (ha!) I did ALL of my Christmas shopping on Dec. 23rd and 24th. Needless to say, the Christmas letters didn’t get mailed. <br /><br />In the aftermath of <span style="color:#ff0000;">ICE STORM 2007</span>, the scramble to get all the paperwork together to enroll and provide financial aid for my older daughter to attend ORU sucked all my remaining vacation time right out of the house. “The best-laid schemes o’ mice an’ men gang aft agley.” Name that quote! At any rate, both girls are now attending class. An absolute miracle of the “happy dance” variety!<br /><br />Now, Tulsa has faced many ice storms in the past, but <span style="color:#ff0000;">ICE STORM 2007</span> was altogether odd. I don’t know if it was the culmination of the extended drought of the last two years, followed by the amazing rain of this past Spring/Summer, then the mild temperatures up to the point of <span style="color:#ff0000;">ICE STORM 2007</span>, or if terrorists were to blame, but not even Jack Bauer could stop the AMAZING TREE BREAKAGE across our state. It is truly amazing. The dump sites are all full and there is still a phenomenal amount of tree trimming and hauling to be done. Yippee. Welcome to Tulsa.<br /><br />Good news – I had been weighing my options on attending Wednesday night church regularly because of the expense of gas and eating on the road (if you’ll remember we live an hour away from our church). I rearranged my Wednesday obligations and figured we could get a motel room on the weekends that I lead worship, do practice and counseling appts. on Saturdays, for less than I was spending to drive out on Wednesdays. That meant no getting up super early on my worship team Sundays. YAY! I hadn’t talked to the pastor yet about it ‘cuz…well…refer to previous paragraphs. There have actually been a few times when I absolutely did not have gas or money to go. That’s just not good. ANYWAY, I got a call this week that the council had voted to cover my gas and Wednesday meals! AMAZING! What a blessing! I really love these people, and I would move to the country in a heartbeat if I didn’t have to work here to put my kids in college. Maybe God will open up a door there, as well. I’ve been praying, but no breakthrough yet.<br /><br />So far my only New Year’s Resolution is to post more often. We all see how well that’s going. I’ve been faithfully lurking (is that an oxymoron?), but I’ll try to comment more often, too. I still don’t know ANYTHING about making my blog look nice, post buttons, pictures, or anything else. Despite the continued filling out of blog design contest entries, I’ve not yet had the blessing of professional help. Well, not that kind anyway. So, if anyone out there might find it in her heart to make a seed faith gift of blog design, I’m most certain the Lord would bless and multiply that seed in mysterious ways. <br /><br />O.K. I’m done rambling. Blame it on the four day migraine. I love you!mombohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07021946695195958461noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30396378.post-57095721403795187912007-12-14T09:09:00.000-06:002007-12-14T09:12:28.232-06:00IlluminatiSweet, sweet electricity – how I heart you. You warm my home and my cockles. You bring me season one of 24 in all its non-stop suspense. I’ll never stray from you again. No more sleeping in wool socks, sweats, and stocking cap under four blankets. No more blow drying my hair at the office. No more cooking curry by candle light.<br /><br />Yes, I live in the state with the dubious distinction of holding the record for most Presidential “state of emergency” declarations in one year. We now have firewood for the next millennia. And my refrigerator has never been so clean. <br /><br />Now, honestly, my husband has risen to the challenge of “ICE STORM 2007” in ways that boggle the mind. Chopping wood, rising in the night to feed the fire, purchasing dry ice and packing the contents of both refrigerators into igloo coolers, cleaning out the refrigerators entirely (yea, even washing the drawers!) and refilling them when the power came back on, insulating our pipes, and so on, and so on. Frankly, I’m flabbergasted. If he keeps this up, I’m going to have to start, you know, doing housework or something. I never thought I’d be a spoiled wife, what with the bumpy (like glass shards!) middle 10 years of our marriage. But I am truly, blissfully spoiled now. I reek of husband indulgence. And I must say it looks good on me!<br /><br />P.S. Drop by my daughter Rachel's blog <a href="http://rroxannet.blogspot.com/">http://rroxannet.blogspot.com/</a> and leave her a note. She really wants readers!mombohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07021946695195958461noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30396378.post-29747275074838515112007-12-03T10:07:00.000-06:002007-12-03T10:22:31.328-06:00LegacyLately, God has been stirring in my spirit about purpose, potential, legacy. Ringing in my mind are these words from Nichole Nordman, "I want to leave a legacy. How will they remember me? Did I choose to love? Did I point to You enough To make a mark on things? I want to leave an offering. A child of mercy and grace who blessed your name unapologetically. And leave that kind of legacy."<br /><br />In my constant state of "I'm not like other girls," I wonder if anyone else out there wants to leave the same kind of legacy that I do. My heroines were Joan of Arc, Deborah, and Jael (my favorite!). I want to be FIERCE! Not mean, but fierce. This would be where I (or maybe the enemy) say I don't think I'm like other women. I hope I'm wrong. I'm feeling challenged by God that we as American Christians are not impacting our world, because we teach our children to be cowards. Hide, don't rock the boat, separate. Even our general culture says that defending your country or those who can't defend themselves is for the foolish. Stay home and hope things get better. Don't volunteer. Don't speak up. Don't lay down your life.<br /><br />Honestly, when I read Foxe's Book of Martyrs I'm so ashamed of myself and my comfortable Christianity. I want to know the honor of giving my life for God. I fall so short. Why do we value a mediocre life extended over a life well-lived with honor and integrity. I love that my children think I'm cool and funny, but I mostly want them to think I'm FIERCE.<br /><br />I know this is not everyone's heart, nor do I expect it to be. I don't consider myself better than anyone for feeling driven in this direction. I just wonder today, what is the legacy you want to leave? How are you pursuing that?mombohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07021946695195958461noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30396378.post-45914182023715088872007-11-19T11:04:00.000-06:002007-11-19T11:16:46.070-06:00God is in His heaven, and all is right with the world!I'm off, that's right, off for the entire week! I slept late this morning, after, of course, being trampled by a parti-colored standard poodle-dork at dark-thirty o'clock. I have lists and lists made. I love me some lists. We got a Christmas tree from a family at church and it's already put up! Slap me silly and feed me biscuits! I don't even know what to think!<br /><br />Basically, everything is purchased for the annual Thanksgiving Camp-Out. This year is a real challenge because we will be the only ones camping. Usually there are 4 or more families, so the cooking duties are divided and at least one family has a real oven. However, we are on our own with just a pop-up. The kids are going to have to step up and really help this year. The forecast is cooperating and it's going to be nice and COLD! YAY! WE LOVE COLD! I know, most of you think I'm insane, but when you live your entire life in Texas, cold is a wonderful thing, and a primary reason for moving a bit north.<br /><br />My middle child, second daughter Rachel Roxanne, has a new blog and wants me to put out the word to everyone to read it. <a href="http://rroxannet.blogspot.com/">http://rroxannet.blogspot.com/</a> Let me explain, she doesn't proofread. As a magazine editor, I am practicing "Serenity Now" even as I type. Also, SAGA is the cafeteria on her college campus. Finally, she is very funny, so check it out and leave her a comment.<br /><br />Alas, so much to do, so little diet Coke. Have a wonderful holiday, sweet friends!mombohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07021946695195958461noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30396378.post-89493568467932249522007-11-01T10:52:00.000-05:002007-11-01T10:58:12.357-05:00It's a GURL PARTY!You might want to go potty and get yourself a diet Coke – this is gonna be a long one…Ready?<br /><br />A few months ago, the women of our church watched a video series by Women of Faith for our Wednesday night class. What a great group of women! Each speaker made us laugh, cry, and grow in our faith. <br /><br />Now let me backtrack. Our family has suffered financial woes (and, let’s face it, mismanagement) for lo, these many years. While we have been crawling out of this deep pit in the last year, it’s still close all the time. When I get frustrated, I stop to thank the Lord that Food Stamps, WIC, Medicaid, and free school lunches were there when we needed them. And I thank Him that we no longer qualify, and have our own insurance. Still, getting to go to conferences and girls’ weekends has remained in the realm of wishful thinking.<br /><br />Fast forward to six weeks ago. I just “happened” to look at the WOF website and found a conference in OKC Nov. 2 & 3. I set my heart on going, and believed the money I was anticipating from the editing of a book would be my provision. I announced to the ladies of my church that I was going and would love to have someone join me. A couple of ladies expressed interest, and I thought one was going to make it. Alas, her finances fell through. Still, I determined to go, even if I was all alone.<br /><br />Two weeks ago it was time for the check to come. My husband was also waiting for 3 expense reimbursement checks to come. One week ago I called to check on my check – they hadn’t mailed it, but would that day. No checks for Doug. This week, I emailed and still have no answer on mine. Doug called on his and discovered they had not mailed his either. In the meantime, we are moving money from accounts and robbing the kids’ piggy banks to cover gas and food. Now remember, I haven’t bought my ticket or booked a hotel yet. <br /><br />Last week I got an email from one of the ladies at church that she had won tickets to the conference – she and a friend were going and wanted to know if we could ride together and share a hotel. They were in the final drawing for a hotel as well, and were praying for that provision. I let them know about the money situation, and we agreed to pray for each other. This week I found out they won the hotel, too! Yay! Part of my provision has come through. My husband’s regular paycheck came yesterday, so I finally bought my ticket! We’re not sitting together, but I GET TO GO! Still no checks in the mail. I really believe the enemy wanted to thwart this trip. BUT GOD IS GREATER! Though the money was delayed, He held a seat just for me and paid for my hotel. <br /><br />I’m in need of fun, encouragement, refreshment, and friendship. The move to Tulsa was clearly God’s direction for us, but has been fraught with trouble and loneliness. I miss my Texas friends and haven’t really connected with anyone in town. Just the adjustment to working full-time has been a barrier. Then, when you add in the fact that I go to church an hour from here, all that spur-of-the-moment buddy stuff just ain’t happening.<br /><br />Yet, God gives grace. My bloggy friends have been His hands extended in so many ways. What a God-send this decision to blog became! I had no idea! I hope that I can find ways to strengthen and encourage you as you have me. Know that I pray God’s blessings on you regularly. <br /><br />I'm heading out from the office at 4:30 and will try to stay near the speed limit on the road to OKC. Come on snacks, giggles, tears, and fun! I'm so excited that any productivity in my already glacially slow (and cold!) job is mighty unlikely. I will blog all about the conference when I get back, and may learn how to post pictures, too! Love to all!mombohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07021946695195958461noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30396378.post-92086458411723188762007-10-24T10:34:00.000-05:002007-10-24T10:47:08.627-05:00Gaining momentum for the big day!Waiting, in vain, for a new position. *sigh* I didn't get the job, so much disappointment all around. Trying, in vain, to understand God and His ways. *bigger sigh* *adding a pout*<br /><br />Andrea crunched her car a couple of days ago, and she is so sad she actually blogged about it. Her first accident. Lots of tears. <a href="http://dastardlystar.blogspot.com/">http://dastardlystar.blogspot.com/</a> Leave her some bloggy love, will you.<br /><br />We're trying to plan Thanksgiving (my most favoritest holiday), without, of course, actually doing any real planning. Here's the deal...we camp for Thanksgiving. Yes, I know it's weird, but since our extended families are where fun goes to die, we decided to change things about 5 years ago. All three of our kids aged 15, 18, 21 love camping. At the same time! How could we pass that up? The deal is, this year we live in Oklahoma, not Texas. And the folks that did the planning in years past live in Texas. So we have to be the grups this year. They also had the only real oven because of their fancy-schmancy camper. Oh, and the turkey deep fryer. I'm going to have to lie down now, I'm feeling faint.<br /><br />So, for any of you who live near Grand Lake, Ok (I wish we were going to Grand Lake, CO!) and know anything about campsites, please help a sister out!mombohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07021946695195958461noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30396378.post-60614596791109118362007-10-08T09:11:00.000-05:002007-10-08T09:23:47.312-05:00Thrilling tales of intrigue!...or notAll right, I haven't posted in a coon's age (how old is that, anyway?), and so, since I have nothing going on, I thought I'd tell you all about it.<br /><br />I'm still waiting to hear on the last job I applied for at the University. Of course, since ORU is awash in controversy right now, they may not be making any decisions along that line anytime soon. *grinding her teeth and rolling her eyes* It really is the perfect position for me, and I'm trying to trust that God has this all worked out.<br /><br />OH! Today is my 24th anniversary! YAY! We're going out to dinner tonight, and maybe doing something this weekend. I hope so - I need to get away!<br /><br />I finished editing the book I've been shuttling to and from Texas for the last year. So glad to get that done! It's really strange to edit for someone you've never met. <br /><br />We have a new dog - a "party colored" standard poodle named Danny, who is 10 months old. Big and goofy would best describe this hound. He knows all sorts of tricks. His favorites are steal the hat or dirty sock, and empty the trash can. Those are not my favorite tricks. Oh, and drink out of the potty. yum. Our small poodle is having a bit of trouble convincing Danny that he (Joe) is the boss. Much grumpiness ensues. Though, when no one's looking directly at them, Joe actually plays with Danny. That's pretty funny.<br /><br />I have much more fascinating information, but I'll save that for another post. I wouldn't want you to have to go on heart medication or anything.<br /><br />Much love!mombohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07021946695195958461noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30396378.post-69170634770437906932007-08-29T10:53:00.000-05:002007-08-29T11:36:26.425-05:00A Meme! With Linkies! Look at all the Linkies!My husband is still floating about 3 feet off the ground, and only comes down when he has to go to the last few days of his old job. He has ordered his new phone and is eagerly anticipating his new laptop. He’ll begin Sept. 10th by training in Houston. I’ll miss him, but I’m so glad he’s getting to do this. Now if I could just get a new job, it would be great.<br /><br />Here’s a meme for your reading pleasure. I got most of it from <a href="http://lenadianejennings.blogspot.com/">Diane</a>, but being neurotic I just HAD to fill in the missing letters! <br /><br />ACCENT – I lived most of my life in Texas, but I also had several years of diction and voice lessons, so it really depends on who I’m with at the time. I have a very sympathetic ear.<br /><br />BEVERAGE I DON'T DRINK – hmm…coffee – it smells great but >:P , alcohol – I don’t care for the taste of it much and I’d rather use my carbs and calories on something else.<br /><br />CHORE I HATE – only one? I guess cleaning the bathroom, but I just hate cleaning, hanging up my clothes, washing dishes, etc. The only problem with that is I hate a messy house even more.<br /><br />DOGS or other PETS – Curly Joe Pancake Taylor, a 4 yr. old poodle/terrier mix, and the greatest dog ever<br /><br />ESSENTIAL ELECTRONICS – computer, <a href="http://www.palm.com/us/products/smartphones/treo680/index.html">Palm Treo 680 phone</a>, stereo<br /><br />FRAGRANCE – <a href="http://www.karencarson.com/shopping/shopdisplayproducts.asp?id=10&cat=Safari">Safari One</a> that I can only find by chance at <a href="http://steinmart.com/">Steinmart</a>(s) or <a href="http://www.rossstores.com/">Ross</a><br /><br />GOLD or SILVER – silver<br /><br />HOLIDAY – I want to go to IRELAND!<br /><br />INSOMNIA – always, without medication I would only sleep about 3 hours a night and be a monster the rest of the time<br /><br />JOB TITLE – writer/editor, wife, mom<br /><br />KIDS – Andrea – 21, Roxanne – 18, Zach - 14<br /><br />LOVE OF YOUR LIFE – Doug, in October married 24 years and more in love today than ever<br /><br />MOST ADMIRED TRAIT – my confidence, though some are intimidated by it at first<br /><br />NEGLECT – exercise, woefully neglected<br /><br />OPINION – There are many “right” ways to parent, and each family needs to find what works best for them. I can share my victories and failures, but who am I to say what I have chosen is God’s way.<br /><br />PHOBIA – heights and related to that - stairs<br /><br />QUEST – to find a way to get paid just to be me<br /><br />RELIGION – I started life as <a href="http://www.iphc.org/">Pentecostal Holiness</a> until Dad quit pastoring when I was one, <a href="http://www.sbc.net/">Southern Baptist</a> till 9th grade, <a href="http://ag.org/top/">Assembly of God</a> through college and early marriage, <a href="http://www.foursquare.org/landing_pages/1,3.html">Foursquare</a> for the last 20 years.<br /><br />SIBLINGS – Eric – 55, Pam – 53, Joyce – 50<br /><br />TIME I WAKE UP – 6:50 am to avoid the alarm at 7 (it’s weird, I know), 8:30 ish on weekends<br /><br />UNUSUAL TALENT/SKILL – I can ride a unicycle.<br /><br />VEGETABLE – Fried okra is my favorite, I dislike so many I couldn’t pick the worst<br /><br />WORST HABIT - procrastination<br /><br />X-RAYS – teeth, head, neck, mammogram, arm, back, ovaries, foot – I pretty much glow in the dark. Hey, maybe that’s why I can’t sleep!<br /><br />YOUR FAVORITE MEAL – <a href="http://www.foodnetwork.com/food/recipes/recipe/0,1977,FOOD_9936_17372,00.html">my prime rib</a>, Steamed Asparagus with Butter and Pine Nuts, Potatoes with Cheese Sauce, Cookie Monster - fresh, hot chocolate chip cookie baked in a mini-iron skillet, topped with vanilla ice cream and hot fudge (you can get them at <a href="http://www.cheddars.com/CHD/06/menu.html#desserts">Cheddar's</a> if you have one in your area).<br /><br /><a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0196229/">ZOOLANDER</a>, Have you seen it? Yes, I loved it.<br /><br />I'm going to tag a few people to do this meme. If you want to do this one, feel free to snag it for yourself. And if you're like me and feel like you're chasing your tail at times, feel free NOT to do this. Tag somebody else or not, your choice.mombohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07021946695195958461noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30396378.post-73223214163996278062007-08-23T15:06:00.000-05:002007-08-23T15:09:11.261-05:00drumroll, please...<strong><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;">DOUG GOT THE JOB! WOOHOO! YIPEE! HALLELUJAH! SHONDAI!</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;">Thanks to all who prayed! When I stop crying and can think clearly, I'll <em>really</em> post.</span></strong>mombohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07021946695195958461noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30396378.post-8879921096457883492007-08-21T08:53:00.000-05:002007-08-21T09:12:02.703-05:00Anticipation...Anticipa-ya-tion is makin' me wait!My dear hubs rolled out of bed this morning before God was even up yet. He was headed out to Houston for the third, and yea final, round of interviews for a new job. It's one of those gauntlet processes where he will have four interviews today. Lord, help the boy! No, we're not moving again (bite your tongue!), that's just where the company is located. He would be the district sales rep over Oklahoma and part of Arkansas. This is a position for which he is particularly suited and trained, and it represents a significant increase in pay and benefits. GO GOD!<br /><br />In other news, our middler is moved in at ORU and having a BLAST! I hope she studies and goes to class in between all the fun. After protesting that she would TOO come home every weekend, and teach Sunday school this quarter, she has now decided that she will probably be unavailable to teach at all. Not a surprise. It was just the separation anxiety talking.<br /><br />My vacation - though much too short - was rather productive. I FINALLY completed my duvet cover...a project nearly ten years in the making! It's a really LONG story in which I am frustrated with my husband for long periods of time. So I won't be sharing it. Also, we cleaned out the garage! I am parking my CAR in the GARAGE! Have you people ever heard of such a thing? It's truly a first for the Funny family.<br /><br />Late Breaking Bulletin - I just received a call from the youngest that he made callbacks for the school play! One of only 3 freshment to do so! The move has been a much rougher transition for him than we anticipated, so I've been praying for an opening. Apparently, confident 14 yr. old Texans aren't well received elsewhere. He has a great deal of acting experience, so maybe this will do the trick.<br /><br />That's all I know for now. Pray for my hubs, folks!mombohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07021946695195958461noreply@blogger.com3