Do you see what I see?

During the holidays the Mr. was attempting to hook up a new cable box and just couldn't get it working. So he calls Comcast for some assistance.

Comcast: "Sir, there is a small white sticker on the side of your cable box. Do you see it?"

Dean: "Yes."

Comcast: "On the sticker is a series of numbers."

Dean: "There are no numbers on my sticker."

Comcast: "Sir, every sticker has numbers on it. You need to punch those numbers into your remote to reset your cable box."

Dean: "There are no numbers on my sticker."

Comcast: "Sir, the function of the white sticker is to provide the numbers used to program your cable box. Please look closely."

Dean: "There are no numbers on my sticker."

Comcast: "Sir, if you cannot see the numbers on your sticker, please bring your box into the Comcast office for assistance."

Dean: "Ok, because there are no numbers on my sticker."

So the Mr. is grumbling and disconnecting the cable box when Mac walks in. Dean explains that of all the white stickers on all the cable boxes of the world, only his is lacking the magical numbers to reset his box.

Mac looks at the white sticker and punches in a series of numbers into the remote. The television springs to life.

Dean: "Where did you get those numbers?"

Mac: "Off the white sticker on the side of the box."

Dean: "There are no numbers on my sticker."

Mac: "They are right there."

Dean: "There are no numbers on my sticker. I can't see them."

Mac: Laughs hilariously for several minutes. "Oh Dad, you're old and you can't see." (Because being old and unable to see is very very funny when you are 21.)

Mac proceeds to parade a variety of items in front of the Mr. demanding he read the fine print. The Mr. is shocked at how many items that should certainly have some kind of label are lacking any words on them. Ingredients lists are not on the Sweet & Low packets. Copyright information is not on the DVD case. Mac laughs hilariously some more.

Keep laughing Mac. Time is coming for you too.

Sunday

Psalm 107:29-31

He maketh the storm a calm.... Then are they glad because they be quiet; so he bringeth them unto their desired haven. Oh that men would praise the LORD for his goodness, and for his wonderful works to the children of men!

10 stuffs

1. I like Winter. It is just...appropriate. Seasons should change. Which is why in a few months.
2. I like Spring.
3. There is something just so wonderful about settling into a freshly turned down bed with a book and a bed side lamp in the evening.
4. When in doubt, a pony tail is always a good choice.
5. Apropos of number four, I think the next time I get my hairs did I will have the longest layer shortened so I will have no more layers but this will create a chin-length bob. Thoughts?
6. Apropos of number five, I will then take approximately 2 years to grow enough hair for a pony tail.
7. I saw a woman in a movie with approximately the same coloring as mine with really deep mauve eye shadow in the lid and neutral eye shadow on the brow. It was so pretty. Too daring?
8. Hoodies...I lurv them.
9. Next month I am eligible for new glasses, very excited about this. I am thinking about tortoise shell.
10. It's cold, I am wearing a hat today. I lurv hats.

Image: Amy & I.

Easy Chicken Stir Fry With Sauce

Ingredients: Boneless skinless chicken breasts (4-6), oil (sesame or whatever you have), minced garlic, black pepper, 1 jar simply fruit/all fruit apricots, 1/4 cup soy sauce, frozen or fresh stir fry veggies, rice.

Warm 2 Tbs. oil over medium heat with about 2 tsp. minced garlic.

Add chicken, season with black pepper and saute for about 5 minutes per side.

Remove chicken from pan to 9x13 casserole dish and place into 350 oven.

Reserve the chicken drippings and oil for your sauce.

Whisk together apricots and soy sauce, add to chicken drippings and whisk until combined.

Add about 1/4 cup of water or enough to create adequate liquid for sauce, can be seasoned with additional soy sauce if you like.

Thicken with Wondra or flour, bring to a boil stirring constantly and remove from heat.

Pour sauce over chicken, cover in foil and put back into 350 oven for about an hour.

Reserve pan for veggies.

Add stir fry veggies to pan used for chicken & sauce.Rice per package directions.

Serve chicken over rice, top with veggies and sauce.

So easy and delicious! Using the same pan for your chicken, sauce and veggies not only creates a theme but limits the dirty dishes.

My entire family loved this.

Unfortunately, I failed to take a picture of the beautifully plated meal. Here are the last 2 chicken breasts that Jay finished off when he came over.

Quick bread!

3 cups flour

1 cup sugar

4 tsp baking powder

1 tsp salt

1 beaten egg

1 2/3 c milk

1/4 c oil

3/4 cup nuts

1 cup___________

This is my favorite quick bread recipe. It's in the Betty Crocker cookbook under the title Nut Bread. In the original recipe, it calls for 1/2 cup of nuts and then an optional 1 cup of cheese or raisins. The reason I love this bread is that once you've made the batter, you can add pretty much anything you can think of and it will make a delicious and moist loaf of bread that is also quite dense.

My "Ben's Bread" version is the Mr.'s dad (Ben's) favorite version. 3/4 c pecans, 1/2 cup raisins, 1/2 cup craisins. I prefer 3/4 cup walnuts and one cup dried cherries.

I also combine 3/4 cup nuts of whatever kind of I have with 1 cup craisins because we always have a big bag of craisins.

The cheese version is also yummy but obviously not as much of a dessert bread. I have also thought one could substitute chopped jalapenos for nuts and make cheesy pepper bread, never tried that one.

Bake these in a loaf pan, any size you have will work. 350 degrees for an hour and 15 minutes. Check with a toothpick for doneness, cool on a rack for about 15 minutes in the pan and then flip them out of the pan and cool for another hour or so. Best if wrapped overnight before serving. The Mr.'s parents toast and butter it for breakfast. I think it would make a fabulous French toast. You really can't mess this up, it even comes out of the loaf pan (spray with Pam) easily every single time. The loaf stays fresh if you wrap it in plastic for about a week. Freezes well too. Easy skill level. The cook book directs you to mix the dry ingredients, beat the egg separately, fold in the nuts and raisins/cheese. I do not like steps therefore I throw it all in my standing mixer and let 'er rip. Give it a try next time you're in the mood for a quick and easy bread recipe. You can't mess it up! My neighbor is getting the craisin walnut version as a thank you for clearing our snow

favorites

These are a few of my favorite thinnnnggggssss!!

My tea pot. A Christmas gift from my sister Amy. I needed a new one as my old one literally fell apart, the handle broke off. I wanted something "funky & weird." You'd think there would be lots of funky weird tea pots but there really aren't. This one came from Target and it's very Dr. Seuss, which is awesome. The purple thing on the spout twirls when the whistle whistles! Fab-u-lous. Also, it's large. The Mr. bought me a very unfunky small one that went back. Love love love my Dr. Seuss tea pot.

My new mugs. I asked Jay for a set of coffee cups that were vintagey. He done good! These remind me of cups my grandparents might have had in the seventies. I like them so much, I think I'll pick up another set. My tea towel(s.) Last year Up North I got a set of 12 tea towels at the antique shop, one for every month. How cute is this? I paid $7 for the complete set.

Green tea, which is about to be brewed in my vintage mug when my funky tea pot heats up.

What are some of your current favorite things?

sNOwday

Wow, the days have been flying by lately! I am awake early this morning on Michigan Blizzard Watch plus I've got a little gastritis going on. Unfortunately, I'm off to work shortly because lots of folks are calling in due to snow. Side note, if you believe it is ok to call off because of snow you should not be a nurse. It's called abandonment, not a snow day. Anyway...
My mom, sister, Trish, Kellerbell, Manda (Trish's daughter) and Lexi (Mac's girlfriend) went to Grand Rapids last weekend for some girl time and to see the Princess Diana exhibit. What a great time! You can read and see the photos at my mom's blog. I have to say, Princess Diana was the Jacklyn Kennedy of my generation. For those of us who love clothes, she set the standard of fashion. For those of us having babies, even in her wealth and royal lifestyle she was a loving mom who showed the strain and struggle of meeting obligations but just wanting to holding her babies. For those of us whose marriages weren't perfect, she didn't always hold it together and made us feel a little less ashamed. And in general, the woman was beautiful & a compassionate humanitarian. Seeing her clothes and jewelry was a once in a lifetime opportunity for me and I am so glad I went. Not to mention, those women are some of my best friends as well as my family.
Dean's dad is having good days and bad days as expected. His mom is not a natural caregiver so the Mr. is now struggling with whether home hospice will work because she needs to be engaged in his care and that doesn't seem to come naturally to her. Please continue to pray. Frankly, there is a point when it's time to close your eyes to this world and open them in heaven.
Well, I better get going. As I said at the start, I'm not feeling great and it would be better to stay home. Unfortunately, half of our nurses took a "snow day" today so I'll be going to work. If you're going out in the snow, be careful and take it slow. If you're staying in...enjoy the beauty.
Update: Thanks to my beautiful midnight shift counter-part who worked miracles with staff and my day shift counter-part who is making her way in; I am working from home and more importantly-close to my own bathroom. In fact, I am kind of working from my bathroom! Anyway, I am on call but probably not going in to the hospital. Thank you Lord!

Weekend/Weekstart

1. Dean's dad had another health scare.
2. Hospice called, coming tomorrow.
3. We did sneak away...to Allen Park!
4. Tried a new produce market and saved about 50% of our usual budget.
5. Finding some great recipe ideas googling "whole food recipes" instead of "low fat" or "Weight Watcher."
6. Today is all about Netflix, chicken pot pie and pajamas.
7. Mac made a pot of vegetable soup and cleaned the back half of the house while I cleaned the front half. So grateful.
8. Dean has introduced our new budget and it seems that shampoo is now a luxury that I have to take out of my allowance. Absurd!
9. It's cold.
10. God is good.

Return to rest oh my soul, for the Lord has been good to you. Psalm 116:7

Image: Dean's dad, summer 2010

I could never.

Be careful of the thought, "I could never..."

This morning I was thinking about someone in my life about whom I usually think, "I could never..." This person, a woman, destroyed the marriage of another woman. I could never. Let me elaborate. This woman had an intimate relationship with a man that she knew was married. She pursued this man methodically and intentionally until his marriage finally ended. Until a wife and children were left to pick up the pieces and find a new life to replace what they used to have. I could never. Then this woman married the man and together they started a family. I could never.

Oh I could certainly never...

And, uh, well; I still think I could never. I know I know I shouldn't think I am incapable of anything without Jesus but I am not without Jesus and so I could never. But there is more to it. There is the initial thing. Let's call it what it is, it is sin. There is the sin we allow ourselves in a moment of weakness or in a life of lostness. But there is something worse than the moment. There are the lies we tell ourselves that change more than a moment in time. They change who we are. And those lies, I could...

I will be honest with you and tell you, that woman? I don't like her. And it's not just what she did to a family that causes me to not like her. I don't like who she is now. That's what I was convicted of this morning, not liking her. Can you imagine? I get convicted of not liking someone who did that? I wonder suddenly how much that first moment of sin changed who she is now, years later. All of the things she had to become to try and keep control over the events she set in motion. Who might she have been otherwise?

It makes me wonder about her now. I don't like her. But maybe I would have liked who she was before or who she could have become if her life hadn't been defined by trying to hold her home together without a foundation. Fear makes people desperate and I think she has lived day after day in fear. I haven't got a new outlook. I just have this thought that I want to tell her that I understand why she behaves as she does. And I bet her life has been pretty difficult. And that she started this run-away train. And it's not too late.

It isn't too late to be brave enough to fall face forward into vulnerability and trust that God's love really is enough to catch her. Of course, if she is going to be that kind of brave, I have to prove her trust in God to be right by accepting her. Learning to love her. Giving her another chance to be the person she almost erased when she did what I could never...

The thing is, when it comes down to being her friend, I am a little worried that I could never...

I've got some praying to do.

Dear Young Mother,

No matter how hard each stage is, it will pass just before you do.

Relax.

Teach the love of God, show the forgiveness of God, live the joy of God.

Share your troubles with other grown-ups, your child's shoulders are not wide enough to bear them.

Hug, kiss, laugh with, gush about and be loudly in love with their dad. Whenever possible, embarrass them with public displays of affection. You will know you are successful only if they are rolling their eyes.

If you were caught off guard with an unexpected pregnancy, be very sure that God was not.

If you don't feel that you can do enough for your child, you are right. Be very sure that God can.

Establish a bed time and stick to it.

Teach them to be someone others will like so that they will learn the pleasure of friendship instead of carrying the heartache of loneliness.

Teach them to be slow to take offense instead of dwelling together in pain. Teach them by example, words won't work for this lesson.

Don't wonder what you will do for this child, wonder what this child will do for the world. That's the reason they were born after all.

Tell them the truth or tell them nothing. And tell them when the truth is none of their business.

Insist on respect but be brave enough to hear their heart.

Hug them and if they don't hug you back, hug them harder and giggle while you do it.

Don't ever be so arrogant as to believe you can create life. But be very sure you have everything needed to create a life worth living.

Image: My unplanned baby.

Plans

Load of laundry in the wash, cup of coffee in my hand and enjoying these quiet first moments of the day. It's my day off but the Mr. has the day off as well in honor of Dr. King. We are going to snuggle, watch a movie or two and just rest after a busy few weeks. This evening is Weight Watchers and then out to dinner. But that's 12 hours away...12 whole hours to enjoy each other and our home (and Daboyz who are sure to be somewhere in the scenario.)

Going to prepare a meal or two for the week ahead to make for easy and healthy dinners after work. Mac made a huge pot of veggie soup yesterday which will take us through the week as well. We picked up a large bag of frozen berries for easy smoothie making and after this day of rest and quiet there is a successful week awaiting us.

I developed a new system at work to keep me organized and minimize those moments of being overwhelmed so I actually enjoy going to work now. Last week I had several projects going at once so part of that organizational plan included taking advantage of working the weekend with no meetings to interrupt my progress. The best laid plans... The weekend was busier than the week and those hours reserved for desk work were chewed up with other priorities. It's still ok because my new system will make it easy to put my office back in order and find the spot where I left off so I can pick right up and get things back on schedule.

And now what you've been waiting for...the romance update! LOL! I'm not sure what impression other people have of our marriage but it's perfectly imperfect. The past few weeks have been too busy for dancing by candle light, actually I don't recall us dancing by candle light very much even when we aren't busy. But with Dean's dad's hospitalization and newly diagnosed cardiac problems, we have had to switch gears emotionally as well as in practical ways. Dean has been confronted with a new phase of his dad's illness that brings the fact of his limited time into focus which has been difficult. I have needed to take on the reins of keeping the house on an even keel because this is where we come to think and to heal and to renew ourselves. So we've both been doing slightly different tasks internally and externally. So where's the romance? Praying for, caring for and giving room to our partners is romance of a sacred kind. I have prayed for Dean even more than I usually do as he has made his way through his dad's new needs. I've done my best to minimize the home-front demands by doing the grocery shopping, meal cooking and kitchen clean-up which are jobs we usually share. And yes, I have given him room. I've given him my insight medically and then let him make his way through the decision-making. I've not taken offense at his distraction. As things are now settling, we are drifting easily back to a more "normal" way of life. It takes a solid foundation to be blown about without damage when the storm passes over. That's why the easy times are more important than the hard times. This is where we make the plans to help one another when difficult days come.

Home, work, romance...and spirit. I am reading the Joyce Meyer Confidant Woman Devotional. I am not a devotional kind of person but felt that this was something needed for me right now and it has been a good daily dose of the Word to focus. Like the earth orbiting the sun, we need to find easy and realistic ways to ensure that our hearts caught in the pull of the Holy Spirit. Hundreds of years ago, it was believed that the sun and planets rotated around the earth. This may sound silly now but we still tend toward a spirit that is only comfortable when life is caught in our own orbits and we are at the center. Or we feel caught in a solar system where the sun that should be Jesus is replaced by the latest crisis. How exhausting and frustrating life is when I feel that I am forever circling the latest concern. I've made plans to read the Bible, study an hour daily, learn the history of Israel or master prophecy. Right now, at this time in my life, I don't have the time or the ability to take on such demanding goals. But the purpose of the Bible is not to have achieved a sort of honorary theology degree but to find all that we need there and to have the Word of God master us-not the other way around.

And so, this morning I am going to get a second cup of coffee and put my laundry into the dryer. Some time meditating on my devotional for the day and then if all goes as planned, several hours of renewing of my mind, spirit and body. Then again if all does not go as planned, it'll be ok. Because the plan is really not mine anyway.

Psalm 33:11

But the plans of the LORD stand firm forever, the purposes of his heart through all generations.

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1. Slow blog week for me apparently.
2. F-I-L spent a few days in ICU, has developed cardiac problems. Not unexpected but still sad.
3. Head. ache.
4. Working. Argh.
5. I do not get the auto show. I just don't get it.
6. Got my hairs did yesterday, always a good thing.
7. Two more weeks until Grand Rapids.
8. Really don't feel like leaving my house.
9. I can't think of two more things to say.
10. The End.

Beautiful

Psalm 48:1,2

Great is the LORD, and greatly to be praised in the city of our God, in the mountain of his holiness. Beautiful for situation, the joy of the whole earth, is mount Zion, on the sides of the north, the city of the great King.

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Randomosity

1. I am going to try the Olay Regenerist microdermabrasion treatment today. I've heard good things, we'll see!
2. I am also going grocery shopping today, love a fully stocked pantry!
3. I have recently developed a love of pajamas. Not wearing them to the grocery store mind you! I just like having different options. I am currently wearing my clearance green and white thermie pjs and my clearance purple owl print robe.
4. Dean's dad is in the hospital because of an abnormal heart rate and rhythm. Hopefully home today if the medication has worked, please pray for him. Hospitalization is a nightmare with him because of his dementia.
5. I have cramps. Figured you would want an update on that.
6. We (Trish, mymom, Kellerbell and her sister) are going to Grand Rapids this month to see the Princess Diana exhibit along with Mac's girl Lexi!
7. Once home today I will be doing house work, cooking and intend to not leave until Monday.
8. Home mani-pedi today. Boy, I should be stunning by the end of the weekend:)
9. Does anybody make steel cut oats in their crockpot overnight for breakfast the next morning? What do you think of it?
10. Time to sort the laundry and start the day, have a great Saturday!

Grown up by virtue of quitting

My Thursday night chores have had an addition the last several weeks, another bed to change. Mac usually sleeps in his basement lair but during our first cold snap he settled into the guest room and hasn't left. I consider that a sign of maturing in the kid. Forever we'd say it was way too cold down there during the winter and he'd say it wasn't. When you stop wearing tennis shoes in 3 foot snow drifts, put on gloves and a scarf and decide that the sub zero basement isn't fit for human winter habitation...you're on your way to manhood. Then again, his new found wisdom means I have to change the guest room sheets!

As for my own growing up, I have realized the wisdom of quitting. Time was I'd go go go until bedtime after work. You'd think I would get a lot accomplished but the list just never ended. Now, I have my chores, I do them and even if other things need attention; I quit. Tomorrow needs something to do after all. Every evening I shower, iron my work clothes for the next day, clean the kitchen and prepare my coffee pot for the morning. This evening I've done most everything on the list including changing the linens on TWO beds and it's relatively early. I'm not exhausted. I could push on and do a little more. But I know when to quit. There needs to be some time that is reserved for enjoying and as soon as I have posted this blog and put coffee in the filter for the morning, it's my time.

I have a stack of new library books waiting. I have some lovely Bath & Body Works smell-goods for the shower. I have a candle burning. I have dishes in my dishwasher that are clean and a couple of dirty dishes in the sink that need loading.

The dishes will wait.

So find somewhere warm & cozy to sleep and then and just quit. That will prove you are a grown up.

Or it will prove you are this person...

God is my portion.

This morning I woke up with a thought on my mind, "God is my portion." I googled it and found so many verses that I couldn't narrow it to one that explained what was in my heart. But while I was still in bed, my thoughts traveled from these four words to the Prodigal Son who took his portion of wealth and found it couldn't sustain him.
2011 seems to have come to me with a heart of reconciliation. If there were a theme to my prayers lately, it has been for families to be put back together and for all of us to draw nearer to God. It isn't unusual for Believers to pray for those who are far away from God and in danger of eternity but what I have been meditating on is the sweetness of Jesus and the goodness of dwelling in his temple. By temple I mean each of us, individually, being a place that the Holy Spirit lives and rules. Our hearts beat inside of God's house. Can we comprehend it?
There is therefore no condemnation for those who love the Lord. And perfect love casteth away fear. So why should we be gripped with what we deserve or who has burned their bridges or the terror of our loved ones in hell forever?
God is my portion. And he is the portion of every person. He is what sustains us when, like the Prodigal Son, we have followed our own wisdom until we have found ourselves sleeping among pigs. He is the perfect peace and joy that shouldn't survive inside imperfect warring hearts.
And what of us who didn't wander? Those who remained in the dwelling place of God while others walked away with their own ambitions gripped in their hands like a bag of gold; quickly spent and buying only momentary satisfaction?
We know that no one can take the God that is really our portion. And because we know that we cannot truly be robbed, we can be like the father in the parable. He gave his son the gold he demanded instead of holding too tight and waited in the doorway for his return. I imagine this dad knew that the lesson needed was that his son's true inheritance couldn't be spent away. And the sooner learned, the better. But before he gave his son the money he wanted, he had to be willing to give it up himself. I don't think the father prayed for God to protect his money, he knew the moment he put it into his sons hands it was gone.
If I can begin to know the worth of Christ's blood and the holiness of God, I might find the mind of Abraham or David or Paul...God is my portion.
What more do I need?

Help.me.

Ok gang, I need some help. I'm sure I'm not the only one who is looking for ways to combine antiques and interesting pieces with technology. Our television is mounted above our fireplace which leaves us with the question of where to put our various electronic devices. In this picture from Christmas 2009, you see the TV with the electronics tower to the left.

This year I am looking for a more aesthetically pleasing solution. The problem is that I am not willing to part with the pieces I have and I have a general dislike for newer pieces. So how do I repurpose vintage to accommodate contemporary? I have a small butcher block table that was once on The Farm (here we go again.) I have recently moved this into the family room and made it into a small desk area for our laptop which had previously had no permanent home and so was usually found on the coffee table or on an end table. When we got our new bedroom set, I had to find new homes for the pieces that made up my grandmothers set and would not all fit into the guest room. One of the two low boys became a family room end table which I'm happy with. It's got a lot of surface and is substantial enough to have a presence in the room.

This displaced the butcher block table/desk to here

I've never really liked the tower being that it looked out of place among the older pieces and it's shelves were not deep enough so the electronics hung over the front shelf always looking sloppy. Also, it is narrow and doesn't fill the space next to the fireplace making it feel unbalanced and creating this void in the corner where stuff tends to just pile. The butcher block fits snugly here and is nicer on the eyes. But what to do with the electronics? I would like some kind of storage mounted above the desk and it would need to have a portion with a door to hide the DVDs and video games. The electronics would need to be on open shelves so the remotes will work. I started thinking in terms of kitchen cabinets and haven't given up on it but can't quite come up with a design that doesn't look like, well, kitchen cabinets. The shelves for the electronics would have to be 15 inches deep. In my head is a vague idea of the top or bonnet of a hutch mounted on the wall. Too bad the idea is so vague as to be un-explainable. And also too bad that only electronic media shelving is usually deep enough. I've tried internet searching ideas but I'm coming up with nothing, probably not googling just the right combination of words. The discussion is officially open, what do I do with this space to accommodate this stuff?

2 Corinthians 5:17

Therefore if any man be in Christ, he is a new creature: old things are passed away; behold, all things are become new.

Goals.

1. Continuing losing weight.
2. Wake up earlier in the mornings for reflection and meditation.
3. Kick our retirement plan up a notch.
4. A deeper prayer life.
5. Let God's perspective be my reality.
6. Mentor.
7. Write.
8. Eat whole & healthy.
9. Organize.
10. Serenity.

To be wilder.

When Laura and Almanzo Wilder left the Dakota Territory to make their home in the Ozarks of Missouri, they built their home from materials they harvested from their land and named the place Rocky Ridge Farm. Being a Laura expert *grin*, I happen to know that she was roughly five feet tall. In the books written after the Little House series, Laura's notes and essays about their home and being a farm wife detail the design of their house and specifically of her kitchen. Her cabinets were flush floor to ceiling to eliminate places where dust could gather, a large cabinet was built into the wall separating the dining room and kitchen with doors on both sides so that dishes could be removed on the dining room side to set the table and put away on the kitchen side after washing. And her counter tops were of the perfect height, if you happen to be a farmer's wife of five feet.

Taking Laura's example to heart, I am an advocate of thoughtful attention to the art of homemaking so that things can be done both well and as easily as possible. To this end, I am a fan of the dishwasher. I did not have a dishwasher for almost 20 years. Can you believe this? Barbaric. Once I got one, I wondered what I ever did before. It makes me more likely to cook and bake knowing that clean-up will be easy. I have a first floor laundry as well, a left-over from my grandparents' lives here. They didn't have a spot for a laundry on the first floor but they found it anyway and it too, makes my life easier. Our fireplace was once wood-burning back in the 1970s. My grandfather converted it to gas and after we moved in, the Mr. replaced it with an updated gas log that has a remote. The shower added to the basement keeps our upstairs bath clean and neat all the time. All of these things require money, to be sure. And no one understands better than I that money is not always there. Hindsight has taught me, however, that I spent away dishwasher money several times over. The trick being that I never had $500 extra lying around so I spent it in fives and tens over the years. This was foolish and regrettable. I think the Wilders and my grandparents had in common the wisdom of moving slowly, planning carefully and delaying instant gratification.

In the short and cheap plan, there are other ways to make a home. Start with a schedule, with paper and pen write a calendar for the care of your home. You'll need to play around with it over some time but your goal is to find the plan that makes life the easiest because this will be the plan that you will adhere to. Consider the seven days of the week and block off the ones that are not to be used for chores. For me, Sunday is immediately blocked off. I want my Saturdays free as well so my next step is to do as much as I can to have as little to do as possible on that day. Next, consider a maintenance plan. I think it's silly to wear yourself out once a week to have a house that becomes increasingly messy day by day. What basic things need attention daily? If you do this, you will not have an all day cleaning on your schedule at all. And, your home will be nice every day. Examples? Wiping down the bathroom, putting away clothing, cleaning the kitchen, making the beds, picking up before bed each night.

My final advice is that when the time comes to invest money, give this careful thought as well. Remember that grout needs scrubbing, light colored carpet will need regular cleaning, textured flooring will trap grime. Pergo floors can be cleaned with white vinegar and water or water alone. Pergo may require money saved over a longer period of time but it will give itself back in time not spent on hands and knees scrubbing linoleum. Trendy furniture will grow tiresome more quickly than your bank account will refill to replace it. Cheap furniture will wear out before the same account is able to buy new. Give thoughtful consideration to a realistic budget that includes both money and time to save it and make the best choice of quality and timelessness you can. If you aren't sure which floor or couch or tile to choose, walk away and let your thoughts settle. Whatever is lacking in money can be made up for in time.

If you are of a mind like mine, home goods make wonderful gifts. The better you know yourself and your plans for your home, the easier to tell people exactly what you would like when gift-giving occassions arise. Do you really need another Yankee Candle for $20 or might a great platter for Thanksgiving be better?

If you look around and wonder where to start, choose a day within the next seven. Then choose a time that is not already occupied. Then call a meeting with yourself, a pen and paper. When you identify what you can do today and do it you will find inspiration to figure out what can be done this week. Before you know it, you will be living every day in the house of your dreams. Some of the dream will be reality and some still in your heart but dream away. Live in a place worthy of dreaming.

Image: Bed linens changed Thursday evenings. Nick & Nora jersey sheets from Target, a gift from my sister. Photo pre-new bedroom set!

The best laid plans

My Christmas Gift is finally here. Chosen a month ago and spending the holidays in lay-away, finally the unveiling of...my new bedroom furniture! Do you love it? I knew you would. I have wanted a Mission style bedroom set for approximately 354 years. This, in fact, is the first new bedroom set I have had in my entire married life. I can hear your collective gasp.

The plan was simple enough. Here it is-

1. Move guest room furniture into the basement.

2. Move my gramma's bedroom set from the master into the guest room.
3. Move the new Mission style bedroom set into the master.

4. Get on with life.

However, this is what the plan looked like in reality.

This is because I know how to choose my battles. The goal was for all of the stuff to end up in its new home. I'd have started with putting away the Christmas decorations. He didn't feel that would impact the furniture moving. I'd have moved everything around the day before moving in the new furniture. The Mr., however, does not operate this way. He believes in the theory of making as big a mess as possible in as many rooms as possible and then quitting because you're so exhausted before everything is straightened. I'd have stripped the beds and put the linens into the washing machine.

He pulled the mattresses off and stacked stuff on top of them with the sheets still on.

I'd have moved the guest room furniture straight into the basement and out of the way.

He piled it around the house forcing us to create paths much like an English maze through which we had to navigate a large oak Mission bedroom set.

I don't care. I'm getting my bedroom set. I will quietly go about putting things back in order while giving him step by step instructions.

Him, "Are we done for today?" (his favorite question.)

Me, "Just about, just take the chest of drawers downstairs."

Him, "I haven't moved the clothes out of it yet."
Me, "I did, go ahead and move it."

Him, "Oh."

Him, "Are we done for today?"

Me, "Almost. Just take the antique commode table into the family room and put the low boy where the commode table was."
Him," Wait, what? What's a commode table? Isn't a commode a toilet?"

Me, "It's the little antique table that was my Grandma Trent's that's in the living room next to my reading chair."
Him, "Wait, what?"

Me, stomping across the house, "This!"

Him, "Oh. where do you want it?"

Me, "Good grief."

And so on.

When things are looking better, I'll post some more photographs. We will seem no less crazy but our house will look nice.

You get the idea. Don't worry, we'll get there. Today the furniture will go into place and the house will be in order. It will take a few more weeks for the finishing touches.

For now, this is where I'll be sleeping tonight.

The blossoming of the picket fence dreamer

After Christmas dinner, my mom said to me that I have blossomed in this house. I can't disagree if to blossom means to grow and to become one's self and yet, more so. Would I have so blossomed in our old house? Forced to guess, I'd say probably not. Our move to this home brought with it rare and unusual opportunities. I dare say that I am among a very few to have such opportunities.

This was my grandparents house, they moved here when I was about 5 or 6. My grandmother passed away in this house in 2007; that is 35 years of history plus the 3 since. I spent the night here snuggling with my grandmother in the bed that remains in this house. For good and for bad, we are now the proprietors of the Family Home.

Moving here in 2008 was also the proverbial fresh start. Ah, that's the interesting part. As a new bride in 1986 I had high hopes for the home I would keep. Neat as a pin, homey, nourishing food on the table, quiet mornings on the small back patio of the home we rented. I worked at it, I really did. And there is where the fairy tale ends because my Prince Charming didn't share my vision. Home improvement projects were far beyond a priority but more disappointing, my charming little home didn't impress him. I heard myself constantly prompting him to notice the fresly washed linens or admire the organized living room or appreciate the from-scratch soup.

Cricket. Cricket. Cricket.

Children and finances and marriage strife overwhelmed the joy of hospital corners and freshly polished coffee tables. And I gave up. If you are now shaking your fist at the awfulness of the young Mr., well, shake it a minute more because he was a jerk.

Ok, you can now unclench your fist.

He was a jerk but in all fairness, he never pretended to care about the picket fence plan and I was way too needy of his approval. Also, he was a jerk.

Children grew and finances stabilized and our marriage became solid and good but the giving up part remained. The lazy part of my flesh couldn't find the energy to go against the tide and the reformed Mr. still would rather get take-out than eat spaghetti from our kitchen.

A few things happened in 2008. I took a new position and got a pay raise. We moved into our new old house. And I lured that 19 year old dreamer of picket fences back into my life. This time, though, it was for the joy of it that she blossomed. I also put my foot down. Without anger or accusation, I told Dean what was in my heart. That the way we had lived, choreographed to his stronger personality, was not the way we were going to live. I was in love with him, I was happy but I was not completely happy because the picket fence dreamer was being told to sit down and be quiet. I was confident enough now for her to stand up and speak. And he was confident enough now to hear me without becoming defensive. So I laid down some ground rules.

Our home would be neat and pleasant. I would take on most of the housekeeping so things would be done the way I wanted them done but I would not resent the work I volunteered to take on. His responsibility would be not to work against me by leaving Pepsi cans in the living room and dirty dishes in the sink.

I would cook the food that I had wanted to serve all along and I would know that it wouldn't always be just what he wanted. He didn't have to sing my praises but he would not push the food around on his plate and go for Taco Bell later (yes, he used to do that.)

I would let the picket fence dreamer blossom because the act of it is utter joy. The need for attention and praise was immature. It didn't reflect a celebration of the creation honoring the Creator.

Because I am certain of the Mr.'s love for me, I can now firmly put my foot down and demand (yes that is the correct word) the kind and quality of life I want and need. I can insist on the paint color I want and spend money on flowers and plants without fear of his disapproval.

Does he always enjoy this blossoming? No. He gets frustrated when he has an idea for something and I tell him that isn't exactly what I want. If I sound selfish, I guess I am. I don't mind the word. It really is that I have come to the conclusion that this life I now build for myself isn't entirely for my own sake, it is just another example of the Potter's hand and the submissive clay. Dean was never meant to mold and shape me and that is what I was allowing him to do. He didn't intend it but there it is.

So now, I blossom. I build my life in what is the perfect idea of the bird building her nest. It took years for the picket fence dreamer to gather her tools, understand herself and learn the skills but now...she blossoms.

Today I live inside of walls that used to be the home of my grandparents' but now, they are mine. Once upon a time, a Gardener held a seed and breathed on it with life. He planted it into ground that was sometimes dry and often dark. The seed reached out and felt only the cool sides of its shell and wondered if all of the life swirling around inside would ever matter. Seasons of rain and drought, of sun and of cold, of weeds choking and water falling just in time came and went and came and went and...

Now I blossom. Now I cannot become a different color or scent or height or purpose because I am what the Gardener planted.

Pardon the mixed metaphors, the Potter, the Gardener. What I mean to say is that the life breathed into us is the same life breathed into Adam. He was created whole and perfect and grew into something less. Now, we are born something less but grow into the whole and perfect creation of redemption.

When you find, in great revelations or tiny glimpses, what you might be; then you must become selfish. It is very important that you do not become selfish until you have outgrown the demand for attention, approval, accolades or else you are just a tantruming child and who likes that? Wait until you find yourself being exactly as you are and nearly bursting with the joy of it. And then wait until you hear yourself explaining to others that you just must insist on being and doing what you are with the voice of the Holy Spirit and not your own.

And then, be selfish. Demand the sun and the soil and the rain that you need, pulling gently so that the roots come too-remove the weeds that surround you.

Now go blossom.

Image: What will be chicken soup, which the Mr. will not eat. And which gives me joy.

Monday moanin'

Ok enough!
Salt, sugar and fat that is. I am off today with big plans with the Mr. to take back a few Christmas items and then to make arrangements for my Christmas Gift to be delivered. Alas, here I am in pajama pants and sweatshirt with my hair in a messy pony tail. The holiday fare has finally caught up with me and my stomach has launched a revolt. A shot of pepto has calmed things a bit but I think I have to give up and consider myself home bound for the day. Good thing I enjoy being home bound, in fact there are days when I wish I was just a little ill so I'd have a reason to go no where. But I was kind of looking forward to a little time around town with the Mr.
So as you can see, I've made good use of my time between trips to the you-know-where by redecorating my blog. This is the kind of thing the home obsessed blogger does you know, redecorate one's blog to match the season. I started off attempting to personalize it a bit by uploading (downloading, transferring, importing?) a picture from Lake Michigan that I took in October to my header but once done, it was just slightly smaller than the actual Lake Michigan and one had to scroll down approximately 4 miles to get to the actual post. Having no delusions of grandeur, I doubted people would be that committed to finding my thoughts for the day. I figure I got about 3 seconds to lure you in and scrolling the waters of the Great Lakes would work against me. Yes yes yes I realize there is a way to fix this. I even tried the good people of Blogger Help who talked about pixels and J pegs and peg legs and such but I just wasn't that interested. So here you have a canned blogger background but redecorated nonetheless.
Having no more more to share than my blog background and and the current status of my colon, I leave you with a few points of interest. My favorite dessert discoveries of the holidays. Those of you who are on my future bakery payroll will appreciate my ongoing efforts to present the world with a never-ending supply of baked goods.
The rest of you will just have to tolerate me and be glad you are not swimming across Lake Michigan in search of my latest post.
The Pioneer Woman, Ree, has a cooking section to her blog (link at right) and I've yet to try a recipe that wasn't wonderful from her recommendations. This year I tried the Nantucket Cranberry Pie and Coffee Cake (Literally!) The latter I have renamed Espresso Cake despite the lack of espresso in the actual recipe since coffee cake brings to mind, well, coffee cake. The cranberry pie is easy easy easy and the Espresso-free cake is not difficult but more advanced and time-consuming. Both were big hits & here are the links to each...

COFFEE CAKE (Literally!) or Espresso Cake or Espresso-Free Cake

NANTUCKET CRANBERRY PIE

Give either of these a try next time you are looking for a sweet something and I promise you won't be disappointed.
Now I do believe I will take a shower and change into some yoga pants. Have a great day, whatever your plans.
Grace!

Image: My Espresso-Free Cake. Note the antique tin cake plate, I heard the Mr. telling my brother-in-law, "I got that for Sara, you know she loves antique stuff." Also note, by getting that for me he went into the attic and brought it back down and handed it to me. One of the benefits of living in the Gerhardstein-Trent-Smithsonian. It's like our own antique shop and you never know what you might find.

The coffee pot is ready.

The coffee pot is set up with fresh ground coffee and water for tomorrow morning.
The guests have gone home, the kitchen is clean and the house is back in order.
The second load of dishes are now in the dishwasher which is humming away, Donny is asleep on the couch and the Mr. & Mac are reviewing their gifts.
Christmas is "over."
It's been a good Christmas this year. Purposefully I've taken a strong hand early in the season's preparations because I had a desire in my heart for a certain kind of Christmas. A simple one with food that reminded us of all the years before. Fewer gifts under the tree purchased with greater attention to detail and quality. Plans made well in advance and budgeted for so there was no need for panicked rushes to the grocery store or the mall with that last paycheck the day before Christmas. It's been a satisfying Christmas season and for me, it's been just what my heart desired.
The desires of my heart are changing and by that I mean the desire of what I want my heart to be. I am quieting in my spirit and long to be serene. I am slowing down to think about what things are good and pure and worthy of my thoughts and upon those things I focus my heart. Family well-fed with lovingly prepared food is one of those things. Traditions upheld bring the ones who have passed a little nearer. As I baked and planned and prepared I looked around
and realized, this is all very good. Then I look into my heart whose desire was fulfilled and there I found serenity. I understood that all of this wonderfulness was now mine to plan and give and that I was able to do it. My mom and my sister came along side and together we created a moment in time worthy to be counted among the Christmases that have gone before.
There is a depth of peace that cannot be reached unless Jesus guides you there. It is the way of man and woman, though, to take a little while to close one's eyes and see the beauty. It takes years for most of us.
I hope your Christmas was all that you hoped and that your heart's desires were fulfilled.
I pray that in the coming year, your heart's desires become clearer and that you find yourself suddenly ready to be taken to beauty with eyes closed.
The coffee pot is ready for the morning and the kitchen is neat and dark. My ransomed soul rejoices and my heart is quiet.
Peace.

Image: Daboyz, Christmas 1992

Christmas Is Here

Merry Christmas Eve morning, one of my personal favorite moments of the season. The holiday is officially here, preparation and anticipation meet in quiet reflection. The Mr., of course, is off to Target. It's a secret mission but while he's out he's picking up a few things for me to finish my baking. It's still dark here in Michigan at 6:30 a.m. Donny is outside doing a perimeter check; probably sniffing for reindeer. Mac is asleep and I'm sipping coffee from my new Santa mug given to me by one of my nurses. There's a fire in the fireplace and only the Christmas tree lights the room. Shortly I'll turn on some Christmas music (classics only!) and get everything in order for this evening's Mexican dinner and tomorrow's traditional Christmas ham with The Family.
My coconut cream pies are made and awaiting meringue. I am starting shortly on my desserts for tomorrow (cake made with Starbuck's coffee, Nantucket cranberry pie...) The house will have a once-over straightening and once Mac is up the bed's will be made.
But for now, I sit with my coffee pondering in my heart the sweetness of this particular moment.
I realized yesterday that the meaning of Christmas is so simple. It is another chance. Peace on earth, good will, giving, loving celebrating and enjoying are lovely but not really the point at all. Christmas is meant to put back together all that we have broken.
Every time a husband or wife looks at the partner who has hurt them and allows them back into their heart, it is the miracle of Christmas. Or when wayward children can sit at the table without explaining or defending their lives, it is the miracle of Christmas. Or co-workers drop their professional defenses to love one another or unkind words are met with grace or families look beyond offenses.
We have another chance now. We could say a new day has dawned but that's not the whole of it. A new measure of time has been born. Every moment brings a new day. History has lost its power to judge. Fear is mocked and eternity keeps starting over and over and over.
Do you want to celebrate? Celebrate that your imperfect body, home, marriage, heart, life has another chance. Don't stand at the manger facing the long road that led you there. Turn around and look...
Redemption.

Image: Christmas Homecoming by Norman Rockwell

I no longer believe...

...in good Christmas=lots of gifts.
We have fewer gifts under our tree this year than we have probably had since our pre-baby years. And it feels so good to not feel the discomfort of excess when I sit in my family room. It's a hard pill to swallow for the Mr., he's of the school of buy buy buy and the day itself is defined by how long it takes to open gifts. But even he is feeling some pleasure in not be flat broke with overdue bills staring us in the face. We chose larger items to give one another which required some planning and purchasing in late November so those multiple boxes became just a few small presents.
Daboyz just don't need anything. Isn't that a wonderful thing? They literally can't think of anything they need and not much that they want. Just a few gifts for them too, and small stockings with candy & a gift card or two.
The Family decided to draw names several years ago. No more shopping, buying, wrapping and hauling packages for six or ten people in addition to our four. Fifty dollars and some real effort to find something special and you are done.
Every year right around this time I start re-reading the Little House books, every year since 1976. They are great as cold weather sets in because it reminds me of how much I have during the holiday instead of how much I might believe I lack. Families in those days were lining their work boots with news papers against the cold, eating one biscuit with watered down tea for dinner and huddled around a fire to sleep while blizzards howled. Did you know that during the winter described in "The Long Winter", records document average temperatures in the Dakota Territory at -30 degrees? Can you imagine. We have yet to dip into single digits inside of our heated home with insulated windows and fireplaces and feel that the hard winter is upon us.
So when my kids can't think of a Christmas wish list, my heart swells with thankfulness. We will open our few gifts and enjoy our wonderful dinner with people we love and be as aware as we are capable of God's protection.

Planning a Party

It's the last week before Christmas! Does anyone else start going into holiday mode right around now? In other words, everything except Christmas is just a silly distraction? I am all about visions of sugar plums and what not!

I have shopped and wrapped. I have cookie-baked. My house is sparkly (mostly thanks to the Mr.!) Now it's just waiting & anticipating the celebration of God with us.

This weekend it was cookie central around here, mostly to take to work. Oatmeal scotchies, oatmeal raisin, Tollhouse, cocoa crackles, sugar cookies, pumpkin craisin and the ill-fated orange chocolate drop (picture below.) For those of you fortunate enough not to be on Facebook, let me warn you that my experimental cookie went slightly PG-13. The Mr. loves those chocolate oranges that are out around this time of year. Well, I got fancy and made a basic cookie with fresh grated orange peel and orange juice and then I placed a large chocolate candy in the center. And they look like...well they look like a breast.

Moving on, I also made pumpkin bread which looks like pumpkin bread.

Enjoy the countdown to the Savior's birth and if you start to feel a little overwhelmed, remember whose party we are really planning!

Sunday

Isaiah 9:6

For to us a child is born, to us a son is given, and the government will be on his shoulders. And he will be called Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God, Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace.

Image: http://www.fromoldbooks.org/Yonge-ReligionInTheHome/256-The-Star-of-Bethlehem-q75-339x500.jpg

Christmas Menu

1. Espresso cake
2. Coconut cream pie
3. Cookies
4. Dearborn ham
5. Armenian bean salad
6. Hungarian rye bread
7. Chips with my Grandma Trent's dip
8. Shrimp cocktail
9. Green beans with bacon & onion
10. Christmas Eve Mexican ala the Mr.

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Sara's Favorite Things Day Five!

The Keurig!

Hey, Oprah's not the only big-spender around here! Let's wind down the week with the last and most expensive item on my list of favorite...the Keurig coffee maker. Starting at about a hundred bucks for the mini and going up from there, these are probably not going to be your item of choice for the mail man. But for the coffee lover in your life, this might be just the ticket!

The Keurig is a coffee maker that uses only "pods." The pods are little plastic cups of coffee ground that fit into the machine and make one cup of coffee at a time. This way, every cup is the first cup and tastes fresh. Also, there are an endless number of different pods from regular old bold coffee (my favorite) to hot chocolate, teas, flavored coffees and everything in between. So if your tastes vary or if you entertain folks with tastes different than your own it's a great item.

Since the Keurig makes one cup at a time, it brews right into your cup eliminating the old fashioned coffee pot and saving the user from needing to wash the pot or the filter basket.

This is probably not the coffee maker for the home where there are multiple morning coffee drinkers since the pods are more expensive than a big ol' can o' Folger's and you obviously have to wait for your turn to make your cup. But we have one at work which is fabulous. Everyone has different coffee tastes and so we can call have exactly what we want every morning. No more racing to the coffee room hoping to beat someone (Bonnie!) who tends to make the coffee rather weak and then insists on sprinkling it with cinnamon to keep our blood glucose low (I am not a diabetic Bonnie!)

Another draw-back is that the Keurig can only use its own pods which are not available everywhere, although they are becoming more popular. They range in price from $9 for a small box to about $30. I find Bed, Bath & Beyond (link above) to have the largest selection at the best prices and they are always sending 20% off coupons. If your recipient is the kind who runs out of tooth paste, they might not have the forethought required for successful Keurig ownership.

We got Jay the mini for Christmas last year and he uses it every day. Coffee in the morning, iced coffee during the summer, tea when he's sick, hot chocolate when it's cold, decaf in the evening. We often buy him a box of pods for his birthday or other gift-giving occasions. If you are looking for a gift for an office, someone who lives alone or someone who is the only coffee drinker in their house this might be just what you need.

And everyone who has joined me here in my living room today gets to take home their very own Keurig!! Woooooooooo!

I'm spent.

Sara's Favorite Things Day 4!

BATH & BODY WORKS!

Online at the link above or in the stores, you can buy 3 and get 3 free from a pretty large selection of lotions, shower/bath gels and body sprays. There's definitely a scent for every one at Bath & Body works and lots of ladies have a signature scent. Like me, currently Sea Island Cotton..yummmm.

Let me clarify by saying that these items are priced so reasonably because they are not fine perfume. Although lots of people say the scents last all day, I don't find that to be the case. Layering the shower gel, lotion and body spray will make them more long-lasting. Word to the wise also, this is a store that targets young women. The lotions are not going to help someone with chronic dry Michigan skin. Not that I'd know anything about that.

But it sounds like I'm criticizing these products and that isn't the case. First of all, I give these items to my staff every year, frankly because they are so affordable. They are always great crowd-pleasers and in fact I already have some ladies reminding me that they are expecting their lotion! As stocking stuffers you can't beat them and even as primary gifts they are very nice and the store wraps them so they can be presented without any fuss from you. Did I mention the large variety of scents? Good grief, I have spent large portions of my life circling Bath & Body Works smelling every bottle and have yet to find one I wouldn't like to receive as a gift. Also, because of the deals if you buy in multiples I find I often end up with a few left-over which come in handy for last minute gifts or I keep them for myself. Teachers love 'em, nurses love 'em, basically most of the chicas I know love 'em. You can give the sets or the individual items depending on your budget. The stores have beautiful gift sets but I always go the route of buying in bulk and putting my own sets together.

So that Sunday School teacher you need to give a little something? How about a nice bottle of Sweet Pea body lotion? She'll love it! And you can keep the Cherry Blossom for yourself and give me the Coconut Lime Verbena.

See how nicely that works?

Bath & Body works products for everyone! Woooooooo!

Sara's Favorite Things Day Three!

If Oprah can do it, why not me?

My third favorite thing is.......

SCENTSY!

I have told you about Scentsy before. I received my first Scentsy plug-in from my mother-in-law who purchased them as Christmas gifts for all the ladies for whom she was buying gifts. I loved it right away, wonderful scent and it lasted and lasted. I went to the web site on the package to order refills and the consultant asked where I had gotten her information, I told her from my MIL from Alabama. Turns out, Joy lives in Farmington Hills, MI. We still haven't figured out how she made it to Alabama.

Scentsy is a company that makes home fragrance items. I am a huge home fragrance person. For those who don't like this kind of thing because of respiratory, allergy or just personal preference issues, you can now move on to the next blog. I, however, like my laundry to smell fragrant, my cleaning supplies to have an obvious scent and I have tried every plug in, pot pouri, diffuser and candle known to man. This includes the Yankee Candle line which requires a second mortgage and the auctioning of a kidney to afford. I am so fragrance sensitive that I was admiring the smell of my pajamas this morning (combination of Tide, Downy and the lotion I wear to bed) and was a little perturbed when the furnace kicked on and I could smell the Pine-Sol the Mr. had used to clean the basement shower. P.S. I absolutely hate the scent of Pine-Sol so don't send me any for Christmas.

Scentsy fragrances come in the form of wax which can be purchased as "bricks" or in smaller amounts as "bars." I buy the bars because I like to get new flavors more frequently. The wax discs are melted in warmers which can be a plug-in which resembles a night light or a table top and each one lasts one to two weeks. Either way, you place the fragrance disc into a little well on the top of the warmer and a low-wattage light bulb melts the disc releasing the scent. You can use one at a time, double them for a stronger fragrance or mix and match scents (I haven't tried this yet.) I now have three of the plug-ins and living in a small house, they pretty much scent the whole house. Our bedroom, C.S. Lewis Room and kitchen. Warmers come in a variety of styles and colors to suit your decor. I have never purchased the table-top style because the plug-ins just work better for me. I use them as night lights in the evenings and overnight and turn them off in the morning. This keeps the house smelling good all the time.

I have purchased Clean Breeze, Gingerbread, Cider, Spiced Grapefruit and Hemingway. Haven't been disappointed yet. My mom is currently using Embers which is a seasonal special. I haven't been to her house to sample it but she and my dad give it two nostrils up.

The plug-in warmers range from $12-$15, the table top are $25-$35 and the fragrance bars are about $5 each. The bricks are larger and slightly more expensive.

Scentsy is usually distributed through home demonstration parties so some of you may have already had the olfactory pleasure. Personally I intensely dislike home demonstration parties but my girl Joy Armstrong distributes via online purchasing. Usually about 5 business days for delivery. I also like supporting a local person in their own business. These make great gifts, for about $20 you can get someone a starter kit with a warmer and fragrance bars. Once you've got 'em hooked, you can always give the fragrance bars as gifts.

There you have it, Sara's Favorite thing number one! Unlike Oprah, I have never given Scentsy to Julia Roberts or the entire cast of Rent or anything but my mom likes it and Mac says our house smells dee-rish-is and Jay says it smells like Cracker Barrel. If you need another testimonial, talk to my mom. Now every body-look under your chair! Yay! Scentsy for everybody! Woooooo!

Sara's Favorite Things Day 2!

BRONNER'S NAME ORNAMENTS!

Back in the 1970s my family started having these ornaments made in each of our names. The tradition continues and I now have the our four name ornaments on our tree and one for Donny as well.

Bronner's in Frankenmuth has a huge selection of pre-made name ornaments so if you're enjoying a day in Michigan's Little Bavaria, you might be able to take one home. However, if your name is Sara without a superfluous "h" and it's 1975, you might have to have one made. They can be painted while you wait if the store is not too busy, ordered there for delivery or ordered online.

I love the fact that the style, size and script on these ornaments has never changed. That makes them feel both vintage and allows us to add new ones as time goes on and keep the theme consistent. Bronner's will personalize your ornament any way you like, we have one from Mac's football days with his high school's name and his jersey number. When my grandparents passed, I had ornaments made in their names for my parents' tree. Newly weds, special memories, there is no limit except your imagination. Reasonably priced at $13.99 this makes the name ornaments a tradition that's realistic to keep up too.

If your family celebrates an ethnic heritage, Bronner's also has a huge selection of ornaments with Merry Christmas in different languages. Another sweet way to hold on to tradition.

If you've never been to Bronners and you live in Michigan....go get into your care right now and drive there immediately. You will want to stop at Zhender's for a chicken dinner before going shopping so you are well nourished as Bronner's is slightly larger than Rhode Island. If you don't live in Michigan, do the next best thing and visit with the Bronner Family online. A final bonus is that Frankenmuth is a Christian community and the Bronner Family are devoted to Jesus and it shows throughout their store.

And here come my elves passing out ornaments already painted with each of your names!! Wooooo!

Sara's Favorite Things Day One!

Hallmark Card Delivery!

For those unable to visit Oprah in Chicago, consider me an equally enthusiastic chubby girl who will be sharing her favorite Christmas things with you this week!

Item number one, Hallmark card delivery service! I am telling you, this is fabulous! I love Christmas cards but I'm never successful in finding ones I like and getting them addressed and in the mail in time for Christmas. As I open all of the cards all of you wonderful people send me, I experience an increasing sense of inadequacy and shame. Alas, this is a thing of the past. Go to the link above and click on "My Hallmark." There you will create an account and upload or type in your own address book. From there it's just a matter of choosing your cards and checking out. The good people of Hallmark will address, stamp and mail your lovely Christmas cards. What about cards with pictures of the family you ask? Well this too has always been a dream of mine, unable to be achieved as it requires a photograph of all of us looking reasonably sane. This year however, I cut my losses (by that I mean I cut daboyz) and uploaded a picture of Dean and I on Lake Michigan.

Yes ladies and gentlemen, this year I am sending personalized Christmas cards on time with a picture of the Mr. and I looking reasonably sane!

This could not be any easier. Setting up your account takes 5 minutes. Creating the card is another 10 minutes or so. The price range starts at 99 cents for postcard style and goes up from there with exponential discounts for larger orders. I placed my order this morning including an extra half dozen delivered to my home for extras. That 6 plus about 20 more with personalization and stamps came to about $30.

There you have my favorite thing number one...Hallmark card delivery!

Now look under your seat...everyone gets a box of already personalized cards with a photograph of your family addressed and stamped! Wooooooo!

Sunday

Isaiah 1:18
“Come now, let us settle the matter,”says the LORD. “Though your sins are like scarlet, they shall be as white as snow; though they are red as crimson, they shall be like wool.

Christmas time in???

1. Town Club pop.
2. Vernor's ice cream.
3. Dearborn ham.
4. Faygo cream soda.
5. Sunny Eliot tracking Santa on radar.
6. Fieldtrips to Fantasyland.
7. Santa at Southland.
8. Fancy dresses with snow boots.
9. Christmas cantatas with snow falling outside the church windows.
10. Praying for a snow day on January 2 so Christmas break is longer.

Time Is On My Side

Good grief am I tired! Home for the weekend and finished with my 7 day stretch. Yes, I have housework waiting. Yes, there is laundry to be done. Yes, the dishwasher needs to be unloaded. Yes, I need to get groceries and Christmas gifts and shampoo.
But as of this moment, I have put new spiced grapefruit discs in my Scentsy warmers (let me tell you this place is smelling dee-lishis!) and I'm going to change out of these scrubs into some flannel Santa p.j.s next (yes I realize it is 4:30 in the afternoon.) I'm going to put my work bag and shoes away and turn on the Christmas lights. Then I'm going to lay on the couch.
I'm not promising I will accomplish much more than that this evening. So please don't drop in or you will be treated to a visit with me remaining horizontal in a good-smelling but untidy house. And frankly, I'm not open for business!
Finally, since I know you come here for advice HA!, here's today's words of wisdom. It is only in the last year that I have found within myself the knowledge that there is enough time. I used to always feel it slipping away too quickly. Getting older you'd think that perception would speed up but in fact time is slowing down for me. I have time to waste in fact. What's more, laying on the couch in Santa pajamas at 4:30 p.m. isn't even wasting time any longer. That person, whoever she was, who walked continuously behind me pushing pushing pushing me to do the next thing on the list seems to have found a new hobby.
Now if you'll excuse me, I have a Christmas tree to stare at and a house to sniff.
G'night.

Pretty Chubby

Hi ho, hi ho..it's back to Weight Watcher's we go! I won't tell you just how much I've gained until I've lost it and can brag! Suffice it to say a lot. I've had some people empathize with me, "Aren't you frustrated to be back to being over weight?"

Would you believe me if I said no?

Well, not no exactly. I mean it would be a bit ridiculous to be happy about being fat and needing to lose multiple pounds. But then again, well, no. No I'm not all that upset. I learned during that three year journey to my goal weight a lot of lessons and the regaining of pounds did not erase the wisdom I gained. Basically I lost and I gained, then I gained but I didn't lose. Follow me?

One of the lessons the Lord taught me along the way was that I have to love myself well enough to take good care of my body. So I learned to love myself. I learned to not need to see perfection the mirror to find myself worthy. I learned that losing weight for the attention and admiration of others is certainly enjoyable but it's short-term.

If anything, I am more mentally healthy now than ever before. I don't particularly care how long it takes to lose this weight. I'm eating with health in mind which means the preservative-laden, artificially flavored low calorie foods play almost no role in my life anymore. Food, for the first time, is evolving into a lovely way to keep my body alive and not a reason to live.

So don't feel sorry for me that I've gained all this weight. Seasons come and go and our loving God uses every aspect of our days to refine us. He isn't worried about the size of my jeans. And although I want that number to be smaller, I'm only giving that part of my life the amount of attention it deserves.

My advice as a back slidden life-time WW? Forgive yourself quickly. This is something that pride prohibits because one most state the wrong in order to forgive it. Don't excuse yourself. Be brave enough to learn the explanations behind your actions and then forgive yourself. Forgive yourself for the mistakes of thirty years past or for the one five minutes ago when you ate a pint of Ben & Jerry's. Take a deep breath and a step forward. You see, the thing is, time rolls on by despite our best efforts and the good people of Olay. If we compile wisdom in place of shame, we become daily more beautiful.

And being beautiful, we are worthy of care.

And with care, we become more beautiful.

Sincerely,

Prettier than I've ever been,

Chubbier than I wanna be,

Wise enough for the day.

This Day

Only Tuesday? Today is day four of a seven day stretch for me. It's not that I don't feel like going to work so much as I want to linger over another cup of coffee and enjoy the Christmas decorations. Maybe read a couple of books. Then I'll go to work! Well, that plan won't work so I guess I will finish this cup of coffee and get moving. Today will be a long one for me because this evening I am going to an Advent service at my sister's church.
And not really only Tuesday anyway. Today is Pearl Harbor Day. The 9/11 of a different generation. 2500 Americans died, 4 battleships were sunk and much of the Navy fleet of the United States was damaged. The United States was plunged into war. All of those years ago people awoke, had another cup of coffee and planned their day. Christmas baking and shopping were more likely to be on the mind of women than getting ready for work. But no one planned to wake up to destruction and death.
It makes me think about the fragile plans of men and women. Where's my green sweater, what to pack for lunch, the meetings I will attend. All of it important but only if I have planned everything first in consideration of my position in the world I occupy. Have I planned to pray for the soldiers who sleep that they will not come under attack? Have I prayed for the wisdom of leaders who will guide us? Have I settled my heart enough that I will not wage war but act with wisdom?
It's so easy to grab a cup of coffee and run out the door feeling rushed and frantic. So natural to be reactive instead of proactive. But after all of my meetings are done, there are more Christmases behind than ahead of me in life and I've no where to rush to in the morning; I want to spend my mornings wherever I am with a peaceful and settled heart. If I've done well, perhaps there will be younger people speaking of us as the "greatest generation", the ones who lived through 9/11 and built something better and finer from the ashes. Generations are not defined by the events they survived but by the manner in which they lived.
A day that will live in infamy or just an ordinary day soon forgotten, this day is new. I can't wait for the bombs to start dropping before I decide what the day is for.
After all, today we are building tomorrow.

Sunday

Isaiah 12:2-4
Behold, God is my salvation; I will trust, and not be afraid: for the LORD JEHOVAH is my strength and my song; he also is become my salvation. Therefore with joy shall ye draw water out of the wells of salvation. And in that day shall ye say, Praise the LORD, call upon his name, declare his doings among the people, make mention that his name is exalted.

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Dear Santa,

1. Electric tea pot.

2. Comforter set.

3. Lab coat.

4. Man's watch.

5. Salad spinner.

6. Bathrobe.

7. Jammies.

8. Slippers.

9. Set of coffee cups.

10. Bed pillows.