February 9

One of the things that I find so ironically funny about God is when he teaches you a lesson, He almost immediately follows it up with a “lets see just how much she learned!”

Saturday after 2 meaty lessons from Sheila Walsh on ‘letting go’ and ‘forgiveness’, I had a lot to think about.

And obviously a lot to learn, ’cause God had an immediate follow up.

We went and had a great supper at Cracker Barrel.

A little slice of heaven in a plate of chicken fried steak and potato casserole.

It is just what you need after a day like that.

When we arrived back at church all the ladies began gathering up all their stuff and digging into their purses for their keys.

I didn’t have to dig in my purse because my keys were right on top.

Unzipped my purse, reached in for my keys and… Nada.   Zilch.   Zip.   Bumpkis.

I removed everything from my purse.


I removed everything from my knitting bag.


No keys.

Panic began to set in because  on my key ring is the one and only key to my vehicle.

There were only 2 other places my keys could be.

In the back of my friend’s Jeep, or in the girls room in Canton.


I caught a ride home with a friend, and when I got home, I immediately called my friend.

No answer.

Then I called my cousin who just so happens to work at Malone.

She called security for me.

I then breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that somewhere, someone would find my keys.

I asked Superman to please put away my knitting bag, because all that mental exercise of finding my keys was exhausting.

When he came back into the room, my keys were in his hand.

Obviously, God thinks I have more lessons to learn.

Lessons on pride, forgiveness and letting go.


February 8

Time~~how you frustrate me.

Plans~~how you fail me.

I am a planner.   I plan situations out in my head, and by now you’d think that I have learned my lesson because those plans rarely come to fruition, but still I plan…and plan.

My plans for yesterday were these…

  • Get up at 6am
  • Spend about 30 minutes tapping out a delightful blog post
  • Take a shower and finally shave my legs
  • Be at the church at 7:15am for a great day with my church ladies in Canton at a Circle of Friends conference

The reality of yesterday was this…

  • Stumble out of bed to the bathroom
  • Pry one eye open to check the time
  • F.R.E.A.K out because it is 7:10am
  • Run down the stairs to call pastor to see if the lovely church ladies will please, please, please wait on me
  • Run back upstairs
  • Rudely wake up Superman and begin to bark orders like a drill sargent
  • Take a 3 minute shower, completely forgetting about shaving the legs….again.
  • See that the girl had sweetly laid out all my hair product
  • Furiously throw on moisturizer and do hair
  • Run to the bedroom to see that the girl had sweetly laid out all my clothes
  • Throw on clothes
  • Run down the stairs
  • Grab all the stuff that Superman dutifully had done for me
  • Drive to church doing coughcoughcough mph
  • Arrive at the church 25 minutes after waking up

No slacking yesterday.


I had never heard of the Circle of Friends before.   They are a group of housewives that get together and sing.

I have a circle of friends, but we don’t sing together.

This woman is hilarious.    She comes over to my house on Tuesday nights and we eat, and laugh, and play games.    I’d go insane without her.

This is her cousin.   She brings me free range eggs.    I’d go hungry without  her.

This lovely lady is hilarious too.   She is tall and has sassy hair.    I wish I had sassy hair.    I am so glad she is my friend.


We also heard from Sheila Walsh.

Have you ever seen Sheila Walsh in person?

If you squint real hard, you can see her.

We were kinda late, sorry ladies, and we didn’t get good seats.

Sheila talked to us about letting go.

She shared some of her testimony about some of the struggles she has been having in the last couple of years, and how God has been teaching her to let go.

I took brief notes.

  • The way to God is intentional and vigorous.

I had never thought of being vigorous in my walk with God.

  • Don’t look for short cuts to God

She also read the scripture of the wise man and the foolish man building their house on the sand.    She explained that in Jerusalem, all houses were built on the sand, but you couldn’t see the foundations of the houses like you can in America today.   The weather there can go from sunny to a flash flood in an instant, and when that happens the foundations of the houses are revealed.

  • Only a storm can reveal your foundation.

It gave me pause to wonder…what kind of foundation will a storm reveal in my life.

February 5

Thank God for antibiotics.

I almost feel human today, and not a moment to soon.

Today I take the girl to get all her wisdom teeth removed, and we all know that mothers must feel somewhat human to be able to give out the appropriate amount of love, concern, and spoilage to toothless children.


Updating.   It is 12:30 and we are home.   The girl did just fine.   She is all numb and seeing pink flying monkeys.   Yep…this is gonna be fun.


February 3

Chocolate always makes me feel better.

And right now I am in the throws of a horrid cold.

The throat is raw.

The nose is stuffy.

The voice is hoarse.

The sneezes make me run to the loo.

And the chips are secretly glad I can barely speak.

But these World Peace cookies that Jessica of cookbookhabit picked for today’s TWD make me forget all that.

These cookies are salty, chocolaty, and shortbready all at once.    Perfection in a cookie.

Forget chicken soup, eat a cookie!

Go check out Jessica’s blog for the recipe.

You’ll feel much better.

I promise.


February 2

Our house is happily situated on a hill and yesterday when it got up to 40+ degrees outside and the melting began, slushy wet snow was laying everywhere.

I knew that the puddles would freeze over, and I would be outside at dark o’thirty pushing the men out of their respective parking spots.

Since I much prefer to be inside at dark o’thirty,  I went out,  armed with our snow shovel to  chop a 50 foot ‘ditch’  so that the water would have a place to drain off in front of our house.

Water always follows the path of least resistance.

As I hacked away totally annihilating the poor snow shovel and soaking myself from the knees down, I began to think about how we all, to some degree, tend to take the path of least resistance.

We don’t want to make others angry.

We don’t want to be looked down upon.

We don’t want to be shunned, or labeled a ‘freak’.

Then I began to think of the things I am passionate about.

There is homeschooling,  photography, knitting, food, chocolate, and pink.

But  mostly I am passionate about my family.

I have upset the apple cart several times, advocating for my kids, and I’ll do it again in. a. heart. beat.

So what about you?

Do you follow the easy path carved out by others?

Are you are willing to take the heat for something because you are passionate about it?


February 1

One of the things I like about living in Pothole is the architecture.

Pothole is the county seat, and therefore it is an old town.

Here is the court house in 1887.

And now in 2009.

The Presbyterian church across the street from the court house is old and gorgeous.

Main Street is old and gorgeous.

Sean Connery is old and gorgeous.

I am old and gorgeous.