Tuesday, July 24, 2012

Moving has Begun.

Hey honey, what do you want to do tonight for date night?
Oh, I don't know- how about we move patio furniture.
Sounds like fun.
Let's do it!

(or something like that)

No more denial- moving has begun. 
Happy Tuesday y'all.

Friday, July 20, 2012

Five Minute Friday: Enough.

It's Friday. It's another five minutes of free writing with Lisa-Jo Baker.


Enough is either me having more than I want or not as much as I want. 

The laundry is piled miles high, mud is tracked over my clean floor, the dog is puking, the phone is ringing, the boys are fighting, the supper is burning.  I am out of Diet Coke and my body is tired.  I feel my blood pressure rise beginning with the warmth from my toes up and like a pressure cooker I blow- "I've had enough" they've heard it before and they are not impressed. 

Enough- more than I want.

I'm snuggling that precious child, planting kisses all over their face, neck and of course, the piggies. I hold my man in the midst of life's hard. I drink in the smell and the comfort of gift from God and I think, and tell them, I can't get enough of you.

Enough- not as much as I want.

I don't know what my Enough really is- probably won't recognize if it hit me in the face because life is full of more than's and not as much as and I'm not a good judge of it because I'm full of sin and selfishness. 

So I'm glad that God knew exactly what was Enough- and one day, His Enough will be Enough for all of us.

Happy Friday y'all!

Wednesday, July 18, 2012

Church Unexpected.

I rounded out my weekend with a Sunday morning visit with Iris.  Normally, I would be at Rainbow on Sunday morning, but our schedule was packed so I left early so I could see her and guess what?  They were having church.

It seems one of the other resident's daughter-in-law, Debbie, misses church herself each week due to her work schedule, so when she finishes up work at Kroger on Sunday mornings she heads out to Emeritus and has church with the ladies, and Mr. B.  

I was quiet at first, but couldn't help doing the motions to This little light of mine, or guessing the tune she whistled; or confirming the "love" chapter is I Corinthians 13. Eventually, I found myself singing along.  Loudly.  And they didn't care one bit. 

No pulpit.  No choir.  No candles.  No dancers.  No altar.  No schedule of service.

and oh yes, there was an offering. 

An offering of praise to God Most High.

I'd look over every so often, and catch teardrops splattering on Grandma's dressy black blazer.  She doesn't know how beautiful she is, or how much our hearts ache because we miss her.  

Psalm 23 poured over the residents like a balm, many whispered the words as Debbie read them.

After 15 or so hymns, Mrs. E. summed it up best when she reminded us all that it doesn't matter that we may not be singing all the same words, or even the right words but that our hearts are together.  I sat there thinking about how my Momma and Daddy had taught me those old hymns when I was very young. They are comforting and come to mind when even my favorite contemporary praise and worship songs escape me. 

I wasn't expecting the church service when I walked in on Sunday, but what a sweet time worshipping with precious souls who may not know their names but remember the tunes and feel the peace of His Amazing Grace.

Happy Tuesday y'all.

Monday, July 16, 2012

Presidential Visit.

A different kind of list, but still counting.  

1000 Gifts #852 - #859

The President came to Roanoke Friday night.  It was interesting to see little 'ole Roanoke transform. into. a. very. busy. place. 

It was pretty exciting watching the streets close down and crowds pick up.  The patriotic clothing and painted hair, well that was just fun.

I was thankful to walk around town with friends trying to identify secret service and see Old Glory waving. 

Espie & Me- backside of stage

Espie & Verna

I'm told (well, not personally) that 3000 or so people crowded into downtown to see or hear or just be part of the event.

I know politics gets everybody fired up- isn't that part of what makes America great.  We don't have to agree.  I'm thankful that we still have the freedom to vote.  To choose.  To have our own opinions.  Thankful,  as I think more about our country and less about the man.

Obstructed and guarded view from what was to be the front of the stage

I wrote my Salutatorian speech on Martin Luther King, and the freedom to dream.  But, since we are a multi-racial family and I'm momma to brown boys now,  I think more about slavery, racism and equal rights more than before. 

Watching from my window at work- about 7 hours
before event scheduled start time.

I'm thankful and proud to live in a country that has moved from slavery to electing an African American President of the United States.

It makes me thankful, and hopeful that one day my boys will have even more freedom and less prejudice than they face today.

Believe it or not people, it ain't gone yet. If you doubt that, just listen closely when the President comes to your town.

What 'ya thankful for?

Wednesday, July 11, 2012

Half a Century.

Today is a big day. BIG day.

The love of my life, my Rex is 50 years old.  Today.  Half a Century. Half a Century.

When I married him I thought 50 was old.  I guess it depends on which side you view it from.  As I thought about and prepared for his big day, I knew it had to include his family and friends.  My husband loves. treasures. adores. lives and breathes. for the people in his life.  I also knew I wanted the day to be memorable. 

A surprise party seemed right.

So the planning began.  Most of it, took place in a hospital room with Brenda throwing ideas and me writing them down so I didn't forget a detail.  That happens when you start nearing the big birthdays.

Invitation. Check.
Location.  Check.
Decorations. Check.
Food.  Check.

Oh, the cake.
It had to be special.  It had to be different.  It had to be colorful. 
(Sorry people, the black/white with the fake grim reaper with the "I'm only here for the cake" is so over done).  
It had to be Red Velvet. 
It had to be a once in a lifetime when you're turning half a century old cake.

And, after weeks of research, phone calls and comparing- I settled on a custom made, three-tier Topsy-turvy cake with white, black, silver & a touch of teal.  The cake lady got it- I didn't want a white cake/white icing grocery store cake. 

It was going to be P-e-R-F-E-C-T. 

The lies began.  The plotting and the scheming.  The excitement.  The RSVPs came rolling in.  Yep, that's a lie- the RSVPs trickled like a nagging faucet.  The plan was coming together. 

I spent hours looking for pictures to use against him tell the story of his life. And my heart swelled bigger than a tick filled up.  Every picture told a story.  About his love of family.  And friends.  And all the kids he once held like a sack of taters who are now growd up and moving on with their own stories.  And I felt like the gift was mine. 
I won't lie (anymore) the stress was mounting- it's hard work keeping secrets from the love of your life.   Especially when our beloved Floridian called and hinted of a weekend party.  Thank goodness for my quick thinking sin-nature kicking in and more lies.  I'm not proud of this. Really.  I don't suggest it, unless there is a red velvet custom made birthday cake involved.

My brother and his family drove from Knoxville, TN to remind my husband he's getting old. 

 Keith and Angie.  Photo by Kari.

The big-day arrived.
Rex was working so I was free to run errands, decorate and prepare to receive the cake. 

Oh the cake.  That's where things went south.  The cake lady arrived.  I got giddy.  She, not so much.  Teri reminded me to stay calm.  The cake lady's face was not a happy one.  I went to view the "blob in the back of her car" that was once the beautiful cake intended for my beloved.  It wasn't pretty people.  It appeared as if the professional cake baker didn't understand transportation of 3 tier cakes needed support.  And a clean surface on which to ride.  She left without any concern for my dilemna.

4 hours before blast-off- I had NO cake. 
I'm not bitter. 
Maybe a little. 

Thankful for my team of family and friends who started making phone calls, we just in the nick of time had a replacement.  You guessed it--- the everyday white cake white icing from the grocery store.

And right on time, the people who mean the world to us began pouring in and it seemed the plan to get him to the Charles R. Hill Senior Center worked perfectly.  He didn't suspect  until he recognized some of the "hidden" cars parked at the back entrance.

photo by Kari

Thanks to every one of you who made his day special, and helped me in all the lying and sneaking around.  Aren't y'all glad we're already forgiven. 

With all the commotion and busyness of the weekend, we spent the official birthday today doing normal life things, like eating spaghetti with the Nance's.  I did make sure he had red velvet today, thanks to Coldstone Creamery.  It's his fave, you know.

Shayne Allen- we sure did miss you tonight.
And to you, Mr. Rex Allen, growing old with you is my honor and pleasure.

Happy 50th Birthday to my own Tinky Tunkey. 
Loving you always,

Monday, July 9, 2012


(I've been counting but haven't shared yet, so deal with the longer than normal list)
1000 Gifts #826 -851

Zita giggles and silly monkey cards
sneaky squirrels
hearing Elijah sing Bless the Lord Oh my Soul, when he doesn't know anyone is listening
picture taking and memory making
families investing 2 days of travel for 2 days of traditions
hard times that bring appreciation for the easy
growth and maturity seen by others in my littles
Grandma's face light up
privilege of being introduced- this is Robin, my daughter-in-law over and over and over

My brother and his family sipping coffee in my living room
new reclining furniture for 5
peanut hugs
lunch for 10
safe travels for my son
hugs from my future-daughter-in-law and the ease of conversation
cookouts and air condition
baby baths in my kitchen sink
finally finding the fireworks from behind the trees
safety in the storm
electricity that didn't fail
heat cooling rain showers

What 'ya thankful for?

Tuesday, July 3, 2012

Progress Report- Dream House.

It's coming along nicely and we are getting really excited.

view from my kitchen window, I will have to adjust :)

kitchen left

kitchen right

sun filled living room

Aunt Nae's room

side yard

We were happy to find no tree damage or other drama from the recent Derecho storm last Friday at our new house, or our current house. We know how blessed we are.

Happy Tuesday y'all!

Sunday, July 1, 2012

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"The voice of the Lord breaks the cedars, Yes the Lord splinters the cedars of Lebanon"
Psalm 29:5

Happy Sunday y'all!
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