Uh oh…

It looks like an Oreo mated with a Rottweiler.

And developed Kennel Cough.

And moved into our home.

Awwww.

Photo of the Month: December

By far the most eventful night of the month…

Merry Christmas!!

Headboard

Drew’s been working on some projects recently. He’s tackling our room at the moment.

So far he’s finished up the headboard and this end table will probably be next.

Ignore the weird mismatched bedding. And the fact that our bed is about 4 ft high. And the disconcertingly warm overcast created by the walls and lights.

Wait why am I posting this?

Anyway, rumor has it there is also a dresser in the works.

He has also started on the office. We are trying to streamline it so we actually have room to work there. So he built us this nifty work station.

More on the office later.

Did I mention that he build this mantle…

Like half  year ago?

I’m a little behind.

Hey guess what?

All the walls in our house are orange.

Christmas Lackluster

I’m not always the most organized and detail oriented person, but these past couple weeks I seem to be more unbalanced than usual.

For example: I am wearing my engagement ring today. I found it on the floor this morning. Where’s my wedding band? Who knows? I don’t remember taking either of them off my finger.

This morning, two days after their mysterious disappearance, my husband found my keys on top of the mantle; completely out of sight and almost out of my reach. How? Why? When?

Moving on.

I hit one of our cars (with another one of our cars) backing out of the driveway the other morning. Red on white paint. Oops. And I don’t mean “Oops…I forgot that was back there.” I mean “Oops..I was 99% sure I was going to hit it and gambled on the 1%”  That kind of oops.

And so it continues. Not big things, just little things.

Ideas, but no motivation. Things that need doing, but I don’t do them.  Holiday cheer? Nope. I’m usually inspired this time of year. All the lights and bustle and whatnot. But this go-round I’m straight up out of umph. Blah, really. Lackluster. Not joyful or depressed. Just ho-hum.

Maybe I’m tired. Maybe I’m too spread out. Maybe I know of too many people whose troubles will not be miles away on this merry little Christmas.

And then I was sitting in our 9am communion service on Sunday watching the huge flakes of snow falling down. I opened my Bible and there in front of me was Isaiah 55.

“Seek the LORD while he may be found;
call upon him while he is near;
let the wicked forsake his way,
and the unrighteous man his thoughts;
let him return to the LORD, that he may have compassion on him,
and to our God, for he will abundantly pardon.
For my thoughts are not your thoughts,
neither are your ways my ways, declares the LORD.
For as the heavens are higher than the earth,
so are my ways higher than your ways
and my thoughts than your thoughts.

“For as the rain and the snow come down from heaven
and do not return there but water the earth,
making it bring forth and sprout,
giving seed to the sower and bread to the eater,
so shall my word be that goes out from my mouth;
it shall not return to me empty,
but it shall accomplish that which I purpose,
and shall succeed in the thing for which I sent it.

“For you shall go out in joy
and be led forth in peace;
the mountains and the hills before you
shall break forth into singing,
and all the trees of the field shall clap their hands.
Instead of the thorn shall come up the cypress;
instead of the brier shall come up the myrtle;
and it shall make a name for the LORD,
an everlasting sign that shall not be cut off.”

And then the Spirit in me responded when I wouldn’t.

Amen. Come, Lord Jesus!

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And that, kids, is why you should read your Bibles everyday. The end.

Christmas Tunes

Joy to the World The Blind Boys of Alabama with Aaron Neville :: Hark! the Herald Angels Sing Neil Diamond :: Go Tell it on the Mountain Needtobreathe :: Baby it’s Cold Outside Leon Redbone & Zooey Deschanel :: Put the Lights on the Tree Sufjan Stevens :: O Holy Night Josh Groban :: You’re A Mean One, Mr. Grinch Thurl Ravenscroft :: Silent Night The Temptations :: Auld Lang Syne Dougie MacLean

Book Thoughts

There is some literature from my childhood that I will always remember fondly…and probably never outgrow. They are books that I loved as a kid and now appreciate, in a completely different way, as an adult. They morph. Or rather, the have the built in ability to survive “the morph” from See Spot Run to…well whatever it is adults read now.

Maybe I wouldn’t know.

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“Instead of arming themselves with ropes and spurs, as usual, they had brought hammers and saws and pry bars. They had even brought a device that I had thought was against the law on our outfit: a tape measure….

And away they went, hacking and sawing and pounding. Would you care to listen in on one of their high-tech conversations? Okay, they had just sawed two boards and were putting them in place.

Loper: ‘Do they fit?’

Slim: ‘Nope.’

Loper: ‘Are they close?’

Slim: ‘Nope.’

Loper: ‘Do they touch?’

Slim: ‘Yep, barely.’

Loper: ‘Nail ‘em. We ain’t building pianos.‘

~Hank the Cowdog Series