Thursday, January 28, 2010

Four days and counting...

I guess I don't even know what to write. Not about this.

It's not that there aren't things to write, it's just that I have so many mixed emotions I'm not sure WHICH to write...
which leads me to believe maybe I shouldn't write any of them.

At least not now.

It hasn't quite been reality. Like the thing you know is coming, but doesn't feel like it's coming?
Then after Christmas it became more real.
Four months is a long time, and there is much to prepare.
But, four months is not as long as six months, for which I am extremely grateful.
And, four months is not a 365, for which my gratefulness knows no bounds.
But, after the Christmas decor was put away, I couldn't ignore anymore that the four months was coming, nonetheless.

And now
it's almost here.

On Monday, it will be here.

And this last week I want to be smiley and happy and laughing,
but instead I find myself in this weird in-between place.
This really weird place of mixed emotions,
but lots of emotions,
but sometimes feeling numb,
and sometimes overwhelmed with such thankfulness because we are SO blessed.
So, SO blessed.

But, in the midst of all of it, four months comes on Monday.

And we'll be fine.
We'll be more than fine.
More than bent on getting by.
More than fine.
More than just okay.
(Sorry, couldn't resist.)

But, we'll still have to walk it out... by day...
...carpool by carpool...
...meal by meal...
...bedtime by bedtime...
...Sunday service by Sunday service...
...sports practice by sports practice... by game...
we'll walk it out.

And then, come early June, hopefully the four months will be over. (hopefully)

And, really, the kids get a trip to Florida out of the deal. I mean, Spring Break in Tampa? It doesn't get much better.
And, we don't get to go to the dessert, but at least he can bring me back some amazing jewelry.
(Right, Honey? You're going to, in case I forgot to remind you.)

We have so much going on,
such an incredibly busy schedule,
and God has been adding in more things,
and they're all totally do-able and just happen to fit,
as if He knows we'll be better off as long as we stay quite occupied.
Funny how He knows us like that.

So, maybe I did know what to write.
Kind of.
Because I still didn't write any of the things that I didn't know which one to write about.
(I'm not sure that made sense to you.
It made sense to me.)

And I am thankful.
I am so, SO, so thankful.
Beyond measure.
Because my God is my protector.
He is my provider.
He is my strength.

And He is Nate's, too.

Four months? We can totally do four months.

Bring it on.
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Wednesday, January 27, 2010

Getting Our Goofy On

I have a strategy. When we're somewhere and the kids get a little more bored and restless than "count everything you can see that's red" or "pick some blades of grass and make something out of them" can handle...

I pull out the camera...

(We bought a small point-and-shoot at Costco years ago so I can keep it in my purse.
I always have it with me.)

...and I hold it at arms length...

...and we get our goofy on.

Here we were sitting at a soccer game this past fall.
Ian was bored.
"Mmmmooommm... how much longer?"
"I'm huuuuuunnnngrrrrryyyyyy."
"Can I play ringtones on your cell phone?"
"Can we go yet?"
"How much looooooonger?"

So, I pulled out the camera.
These pictures are the series of what resulted.

This strategy has actually made for some adorable photos.
I look back through iPhoto and smile.
Sometimes, I'm glad the kids get bored,
and that I have my little point-and-shoot in my purse.

*This post is a part of Wordful Wednesday, over at Seven Clown Circus*
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Tuesday, January 26, 2010

Exposing the Double Standard

The other day Nate called from work, sounding really excited (rare), to tell me about an ad that was going to run during this year's Super Bowl. 

"An ad? What ad?" I said, with visions of half-naked women eating hamburgers and half-naked women washing cars and half-naked women selling *insert any thing you can think of here* and men-made-to-look-stupid ran through my head.

Then he told me about Tim Tebow and his Mom, and how they were going to share their story in a 30 second spot during the big game. 
Tim Tebow, who won the 2007 Heisman Trophy. 
Tim Tebow, who helped his Florida team win two BCS championship titles. 
Tim Tebow, who doctors said should be aborted.

Thankfully, his Mom said otherwise.

I got excited about the ad, too. A woman choosing to push through her less-than-ideal circumstances to prove she can do what she is told she cannot. A woman standing strong amidst uncertainty. A woman choosing life over death amidst a culture that encouraged her otherwise, that said, "You can't do this. It's too much for you."
A woman who did it.

An ad that celebrates life.

But, I guess some people aren't as thrilled as I am about the empowerment of women, the encouragement to reach past social mores and embrace something larger than ourselves, something outside of "what's convenient." 

"That's not being respectful of other people's lives. It is offensive to hold one way out as being a superior way over everybody else's." ~Terry O'Neill, President of the National Organization for Women

"An ad that uses sports to divide rather than to unite has no place in the biggest national sports event of the year - an event designed to bring Americans together," ~Jemhu Greene, President of the New York-based Women's Media Center.

I would wonder about Peta ads we've seen at so many Super Bowls past. Or, if we're going to say that it's "offensive to hold one way out as being a superior way over everybody else's," then I guess we shouldn't show any ads at all. Because someone would be offended that Mac says they're better than PC's... or that Bud is better than Miller... do you see how ridiculous that is?
Except, this ad is not political or controversial at all.
It does nothing to "divide."
It is simply celebrating family and celebrating life.

But, that isn't even what this protesting is really about. The bottom line issue is that these so called "women's advocacy/empowerment groups" are defensive because a double standard is being exposed. As a woman, I am told that if I am pregnant and my circumstances aren't what I would like them to be for bringing a child into this world, then I should not bring that child into this world. (Except, at that point, it's past the "should I/shouldn't I." The child is already in this world. You're choosing whether to keep it here or not.) I am told it will be very hard, even impossible... that my entire way of life will be forever altered.

Well, your darn right it will. And I can stand up and take responsibility for my own choices that I have made, and I can bring a child into this world, even amidst difficult circumstances... and I can raise that child to be a wonderful, productive, contributing citizen.

And that is exactly what I did nearly fourteen years ago. I was nineteen... a sophomore in college... far less-than-ideal.

Society told me, "You're so young. Look at how hard this is going to be. Your entire way of life is going to change. Why don't you just 'take care of this' and wait until you're better prepared at a later time in life?"

I chose strength. I chose to stand, even amidst extremely less-than-ideal circumstances. I chose life for our wonderful Taylor, even though I was told by women's empowerment groups it could stain my future and derail my dreams.

I am here. My future has been amazing. I am living my dreams. And I have an incredible 13 year old son with an awesome call of leadership on his life.

If I listened to our culture, he would not even exist.

I chose to walk head-on into my circumstances and overcome them.
If that is not the empowerment of a woman, I don't know what is.
Pam Tebow did the same thing.
Amidst extremely unfavorable circumstances, when doctors told her she should end her pregnancy, she chose to walk head-on into her circumstances and overcome them.

"I'm here because my mom was a very courageous woman."  ~Tim Tebow

This is reason to celebrate.

**If you're struggling with this very decision right now, you can do this. There are people out there to help you along the way, to give you the direction you're looking for. There is support. 
No matter your circumstances, you can overcome them.
 I have never met a mom who regrets giving birth to her child...
but I have met many women who regret not.**
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Monday, January 25, 2010

Praying for David Hames

We have seen amazing miracles, and I have asked you to pray for a good friend of a good friend who is still trapped in Haiti. Dan Woolley and David Hames were in Port-au-Prince working for Compassion when the earthquake struck. Dan was rescued last week, but searches have yet to find David, along with many other Americans still missing at Hotel Montana.

Here are the latest reports:

Three hours ago:  From source re. David Hames: "Workers have found a tripod in the area where David was last seen. David was carrying a tripod along with a bright blue lighting piece (folded like a frisbee) and his backpack. Please, Lord, help them find David nearby!" Don't stop praying!!! This is not too big for God!!!!

Ten minutes ago:  From source re David Hames: "Tomorrow marks two weeks since the earthquake struck Port-au-Prince. At 10 a.m. MT/Noon ET (11:00 Central), Renee (his wife) has asked all of us, around the world, to stop and ask God in community to bring David back to us. Please join us tonight and tomorrow, pleading with God to sustain and rescue David Hames."

Please pray with me hard tonight and tomorrow. Nothing is impossible for our God! He stopped the sun in the sky so a battle could be won. He parted the seas. He has raised the dead, and still does to this day.  

Encouragement posted by my friend Tonya on facebook: 

Psalm 33: "The best equipped army cannot save a king, nor is great strength enough to save a warrior... But the Lord watches over those who fear him, those who rely on His unfailing love. He resuces them from death and keeps them alive in times of famine."  

When things seem impossible in our earthly knowledge, I stand on the word of my Savior:
"The LORD will fight for you, you need only to remain still." ~Exodus 14:14

Lord, fight for us now. Lead the rescue workers to David Hames, alive. In Jesus name...

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Friday, January 22, 2010

Fashion Tip Friday: I have issues

I have issues. See? I'm admitting it. Fair and square. 
I already know, so you don't have to email me saying, "Hey, you have issues."

One of my many issues is with black shoes and brown heels.
To me, if you're going to make a black shoe, it would just be assumed the heel would be black, too.

To me, a black heel on a black shoe looks more polished.
More pulled together.
More this-is-the-way-it-should-be.

Recently I was on the hunt for the perfect black heels. (Which I found but also did not find. That's another post for another time.)
I noticed that so many of them had brown heels. What the heck, people?

Well... wait... I'm also fine with a red heel... or silver... or pretty much any other color than brown.
I'm just not much for the brown heel on the black shoe. Or even a natural-colored heel.

Yes, I'm sure the designers have better ideas than I do.
(I already told you, I realize I have issues.)
But, if I'm going to buy a black shoe, I want a black shoe. Not a black shoe with a brown heel.
Am I alone on this?
Anyone else with me?
Or maybe it doesn't even occur to you.

Case in point:

Take these lovely Kenneth Coles. Isn't the design fab? The wide ankle strap mimicking a double band. Yummy. Except they gave it a stacked brown wooden heel! What the heck?

See? These are a dressy, patent shoe. And they would look 100% better if the heel went with the rest of the shoe. But it doesn't.

I even have this issue when it comes to espadrilles, which I know are supposed to have that natural, rattan-woven-ish look on the heel. But it just looks odd to me when it's a black shoe!!!

Like these Juicy's:

And it extends to wedges, too. I love the shape of this Seychelles wedge:

But I wouldn't ever wear them.

I have a pair of black cross-strap wedges in my closet right now with a woven platform...
and I haven't brought myself to wear them yet.
($2 at Goodwill. What's my deal?)

But, when I really have the issue is when the entire shoe is closed. I just think a closed-toe, closed-heel black shoe should not have brown (unless it's worked into the design of the shoe itself and is obviously supposed to be that way).

See? Isn't this next one MUCH, much better? Do you see my point?

Okay, so it's hard to ever see anything wrong with that Dolce Vita style. But, see the difference the black heel makes versus the brown heel? I'm not THAT nuts! (Only slightly nuts.)

On this next one, brown is part of the color design of the shoe, so I'm fine with it. Maybe just because the checker-board pattern looks really cool. Or maybe just because I'm potentially, as we've already established, nuts. (slightly)

Maybe it's because I seem to often notice the brown-heel-on-black-shoe thing in cheaper-brands. But, the first four examples aren't what I would call "cheaper." They're definitely more middle-of-the-road... or higher-middle-of-the-road. (I would consider Type Z lower-middle-of-the-road. Don't ask me why. I don't actually own a pair.)
A lot of times I'll see it on MaddenGirl, which is a lower-end version of Steve Madden.
Or I'll see it on shoes at Ross that you know were sent there because they weren't quite first rate.
(Side note: I don't see it as often on shoes at TJ Maxx. Hmmm...)
So, maybe it feels to me like the designer is trying to cut corners and get it past the buyer.

Or maybe it's just that I have issues.

Am I alone in this?

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Thursday, January 21, 2010

March for Life

On Friday, January 22nd, hundreds of thousands of Americans will in Washington D.C. in support of life.
They will gather to show that there are people who do care about those many in our nation do not.
They will gather to show that we are still speaking out, even though we've been told the fight is over.
They will gather to show that we will not sit and remain quiet when human lives are being devalued and thrown away.
Nearly four decades ago, our nation legalized mass murder.
We are not okay with this.

I can't be there in person, but I'm joining the National March for Life virtually.  You can, too. Let's stand up and let our voices be heard, for the sake of those who have no voice.

Here is an excellent piece on tomorrow's march.
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Wednesday, January 20, 2010

Tru dat, tru dat.

My CFL peeps in the hiz-ouse!!!!!!!

I know you be goin'.

So you know I be PRAYIN'.

I not even playin'.

'Cause I cool like dat,
an' I cool like dat,
'roun 'bout da town
I be cool like dat.

Don't think I forget you
'cause you cool, too.
My heart beats daily fo' you,
Through an' through.

An' we cool like dat,
an' we cool like dat,
all you GenChurchers you be cool like dat.
An' up in Vacaville you be cool like dat.

Encounter, yo.



Word to your pastor.

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Tuesday, January 19, 2010


Please keep praying for David Hames, Dan Woolley's assistant, who is still missing in Haiti.

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Monday, January 18, 2010

"I have a dream..."

Today our country celebrates the life of a man who stood up against injustice. A man who would not sit and be quiet about great atrocities that were taking place in our nation. A man who valued the life of every single person... no matter color of skin, age, country of origin. A man who put his faith in God, sought God's direction for his daily life, and was unashamed to say so. A man who didn't water down his words towards those he fought against. A man who didn't say one thing and then do another.

"If a man hasn’t discovered something that he will die for, he isn’t fit to live."  ~MLK

"We must straighten our backs and work for our freedom. A man can't ride you unless your back is bent."  ~MLK

"To be a Christian without prayer is no more possible than to be alive without breathing."  ~MLK

"Faith is taking the first step even when you don’t see the whole staircase."  ~MLK

"Injustice anywhere is a threat to justice everywhere."  ~MLK

"In the end, we will remember not the words of our enemies, but the silence of our friends."  ~MLK

"Life’s most persistent and urgent question is, “What are you doing for others?"  ~MLK

"The measure of a man isn’t where he stands in moments of comfort, but where he stands at times of challenge and controversy."  ~MLK

"Nothing in the world is more dangerous than sincere ignorance and conscientious stupidity."   ~MLK

"The time is always right to do what is right."  ~MLK

I think it's interesting to see how far we have come since Dr. Martin Luther King Jr's speech. I also think it's interesting to see how far we have crumbled as a nation. 
Many leaders will stand today and give speeches about King that will attempt to align their morals with his.

But the proof is contrary. 

Leaders will stand today and, in grand words and smooth rhetoric, say they value life and hardworking principles and freedom of the people and peace, just like King.

But the proof is contrary.

Our nation is not standing up for life. 
We are promoting death.

Our nation is not standing up for hardworking principles. 
We are promoting dependency on government.

Our nation is not promoting freedom of the people. 
We are promoting enslavement by debt and increased taxes and entrenched government.

Our nation is not standing up for peace.
We are promoting division through political agenda and corrupt media.

Those who share the same skin color as King will preach about "us" and "our people." But, I do not think King would agree. Because "us" and "our people" is not something that falls along skin color. It falls along moral principles and what you stand for. 

Dr. Martin Luther King's "people" are those who stand up for injustice. Who straighten their backs and work hard to earn an honest living and raise their family in our great nation. Who value life... no matter what stage it is in.

It is not about color of skin or political position or the fact that you're fighting for this country to stand up for what you want.

It's about your faith, your morals, and what it is you're fighting for this country to stand up for.

I choose life. I choose faith. I choose freedom.

I stand as one of King's people.

Where do you stand?

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Sunday, January 17, 2010

Hair today, gone tomorrow...

Ugh. This past Fall I was going to go dark. I WAS GOING TO DO IT!!! Then, I compromised in the final days before my appointment and decided to go dark underneath, bring some of it through the top, but keep my highlights for the most part.

I'm still torn. I still want to go dark. But, I don't want to completely damage my hair switching back if I don't like it! (When I say dark, I mean, like, dark.)

Then I saw Nicole Richie's new 'do for the new year, and I'm thinking "Why didn't I do it?"

Except it's the middle of January...
which means Spring will be here before I know it...
which means even if I did go dark right now I'd want to bring the blonde back in and lighten up for the warmer months.

Now she's making me want bangs all over again, too.
But then I'd have to buy a flat iron.

And I will say it again.

Maybe next Fall...

(Ha! I've heard that before!)
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Saturday, January 16, 2010

Ask Angela: Yellow Pants

Dear Angela,
I was wondering if you had any tips for yellow pants, like how do you accessorize? What kind of shoes do you wear with them? Etc.

Ooooo... what a fun question! The thing is, a yellow pant is just like any other pant in that you can totally wear them in the same way.

But... if you wear a yellow pant... you have to be okay with being noticed.
Because you will be noticed.
Just like anyone who wears a bright color in a usually-unexpected way.
(I could go on forever here about people who are afraid of being "noticed"... or seen at all...
 wearing blah, wash-out colors, and how that is awful and you're putting yourself down by thinking you must wear boring, unnoticeable clothes and you need to step out of the box and let yourself be noticed! I could. But, I won't. At least, not right now.)

It used to be said that if you're wearing a bright color, keep everything else toned down. But, times are a-changin' and we can be confined by that no more! Case in point:

Bright, happy colors abound! (If I could remember where I found this pic, I'd totally link it. Whoops!) See how she mixes the yellow with everything ranging from lights to darks to jewel tones (love)? AND, her shoes aren't all yawn-y, either.
Now, I'm not as much for wearing nude with bright yellow, just because I don't think the tones are the best together. But, it can work. (I think her shoes are nude in those first two aren't they? Am I blind?)

Another rule people have thrown around that we're going to lay to rest right here is if you're going to wear a bright color, don't pair it with a pattern.
You go ahead and grab that zebra print or polka dot or whatever!
Rihanna makes my case:

Okay, both these examples have been skinny pants. (I know, I know. I hear you already.)

For those who want a more relaxed option, here's a great style done by JCrew:

And, look! They're paired with a striped tee! Who woulda thought...
See how great they look with some sandals and that perfect slouch through the leg?

Accessory-speaking, you have endless options. Truly, what you pull together the outfit with doesn't need to change just because your pants have color. (In my opinion, at least.) I would stay away from going with ALL yellow. (Nothing against Big Bird.) But, bring on the big, bold accessories! Or the smaller, less-conspicuous kind. Either work. Really!

Here, I love the floral scarf with chunky necklace layered beneath. And, her shoes are yellow! There was a time that would have been said to be overkill. Oh, not so. Not so.

One thing to be careful of is production quality. Many times with brightly colored pants, labels think they can get away with thinner fabric and lighter stitching. What the heck? That just makes them pull, or you have the see-through-y-issue.
Not. okay.

Another thing I would be careful of is neon yellow.

See? Yellow and neon yellow are not interchangeable. If that particular look is the one you're going for, alright... but only if you're channeling an 80's popstar or avant-garde fashion diva. 99% of the time for 99% of people it's not going to work. So, basically, just stay away from it.

While we're on the rabbit trail of shades of yellow, be careful with mustard. It just doesn't look good on everyone.

AND, I would NOT say you need to keep your yellow pants confined to your spring or summer wardrobes. Mix them with heavier-weight pieces and give fall and winter an unexpected boost! (Fyi, just like with your white pants.)

To conclude: Rock them just like you rock everything else.
And don't be afraid of being noticed.

*If you have a question about fashion, faith, family, whatEVer, just click that cute little Ask Angela button over there at the top of the page. Hopefully I'll answer it more timely than I answered Meyana's. (Sorry, girl!)*
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Friday, January 15, 2010

Help and Prayer for Haiti...

There are many, many ways to contribute to relief efforts going on in Haiti. In case you haven't known what to do or to whom you should give, I wanted to post Compassion's link.

And, in other news of how prayer works mightily, a friend of a friend, who was over in Haiti working for Compassion, was pulled alive and relatively okay earlier today from the rubble of Hotel Montana. I've been praying, along with countless people, for his rescue. Dan Woolley lives here in Colorado Springs with his wife and two children and was buried in the hotel's elevator shaft, which I'm sure was the best place of protection since the rest of the hotel was pretty much leveled. Thank you, Jesus!!! (Search efforts are still under way to locate and rescue the videographer who was with him, so we're still praying.)

I know there will be countless stories of miracles that emerge from this horrible tragedy, this being just one. God can bring good from devastating circumstances such as these!
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Wednesday, January 13, 2010

On Life & Laughing

Some days it just kind of hits you, and you have to laugh...
because if you did anything else you would risk total breakdown and potentially face a year at the looney bin.

There was screaming because Jordan was using Ian's new tooth-brushing timer he just got from the dentist. Ian didn't want him to use it.
As I run down the stairs to shush the youngest so he doesn't wake his sleeping father who has to get up at 4:30am the next few days, "Well, were you using it?"
"No, but I didn't want him to use it."
"Then maybe you shouldn't ever be able to use anyone else's things ever, since you're selfish with your things. Go wash your face and get your clothes on now. Don't forget to change your underwear."
Back upstairs.
"Jord, if something you're doing is causing someone else that much grief, is it really necessary to continue doing it?"
"Then why did you continue?"
"Because I wanted to use it."

Ian can't find his sweatshirt. But, for some reason, when I turn on the light and look in the exact same place he swears it isn't... it is.
Brit still isn't ready and they should have walked out the door five minutes ago.
"Brit, this is why I asked you to please decide what you want for breakfast so you weren't siting at the kitchen table forever wasting time that you now need."
"But, I didn't know I would have to go to the bathroom."
"Yes, but that's why we get things ready and going when we can, so we have time later, because you're probably always going to have to use the bathroom."
I see a few tears.
I know she's frustrated. So am I.
She decided to wear a skirt today.
"Your legs are going to be cold. Where are your black leggings?"
"I couldn't find them."
I rush into her room, even though they now should have been gone eight minutes ago.
You're darn right you couldn't find them, I think. Clothes are everywhere.
She'll just have to learn this lesson.
Back at the front door I say something about laying her clothes out the night before, but am mentally reminded she is my daughter.

We pray. They're gone. Rushing to school. I see Brit sidestepping the snow that still covers our front yard in her skirt and little sneaker slides. I cringe at the thought of her cold legs on the playground. Oh, well.

I close the door. Silence. Lovely silence.
I reheat last night's coffee, which would have been yesterday morning's coffee but we had company (Hi, Kelly!), so I actually made a fresh pot. I'm thinking I can sit down and have my quiet time before I head to the school in a bit.
But the counter is a mess, and the pan from last night's ham reeks.
I fill the dishwasher and get it started.
Run water in the pan.
Pile the rest of the wash-by-hand dishes in the sink.
The counter is disgusting, so I wipe it down.
The trash is overflowing.
The recycle is everywhere.
Sometimes you just can't function until a few things are in place.

(I think I haven't been functioning since right after Christmas.)

Okay, the dishwasher is running.
There's some semblance of quasi-order.
The rest can wait 'til later.
I fix my reheated coffee (In the same cup I used last night. Let's get as few dishes dirty as possible.) and realize I'm hungry.
The only bowl is Blue's Clues, so I accept the mocking of motherhood and pour the Cheerios in anyway. I turn to sit and have my quiet time.
But the table needs a quick wipe-down so my notebook doesn't stick to it...
which turns into a bicep workout because someone spilled syrup on the table and let it harden...
probably a few days ago.
I wipe the crumbs and little mystery lint-y things onto the floor because it needs to be swept anyway, which I won't get to until this afternoon.

Now I finally sit down...
deep breath...

the phone rings.

It's the mortgage guy about our possible re-fi on the Denver house.
"I only need a few minutes of your time."
"Alright," I say.

A few minutes later, off the phone.
I scarf my now-soggy Cheerios.
The clock tells me I need to leave in fifteen minutes.
Seeing as how pajama pants and unbrushed teeth are probably not the best representation of the school's reading assistance program, my quiet time will have to wait.

And another morning has passed.

Such are the seasons of life we pass through.
At least I pass through.
And I do what I can.
And I use what I have.
And I get to things when I get to things.
And I don't cling too tightly to schedules,
because, as much as you try, you can't really schedule life.
Life usually ends up scheduling you.
And that's fine, if you don't hold it too tightly in the first place.

And I try to remember to laugh...

...because it's better than the looney bin.

*Thanks to Joyful Life Photography for the fun pic. Amber, you're amazing and I miss you daily.*
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Monday, January 11, 2010

Prayer & Healing

There are many things I pray and believe for as I walk through this life. For myself. For my family. For my friends. For friends of my family.

I want to invite you to pray with me through the circumstances of two people:




A scripture God gave me last week during my quiet time that I have been praying over some specific circumstances in and around my life is Luke 5:17, "The healing power of God was on him."


"I believe You're my Healer. I believe You are all I need... I believe. I believe You're my portion. I believe You're more than enough for me. Jesus, You're all I need."


"Nothing is impossible for You. Nothing is impossible. Nothing is impossible for You. You hold my world in Your hands."


Pray and believe with me?

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Saturday, January 9, 2010

An Ode

It's doing a number on my abs.

...and arms

...and thighs

...and (insert name of muscular group here).

But, I now remember the one thing I dislike about starting up workouts again:

You get a little bigger before you get smaller.

You gain a little weight before you lose it.

You grow wobblier before you become steadier.

I guess that's extra incentive, eh?

And now, an Ode:

Oh, Wii Fit Plus. You are my trainer and torturer.

Oh, Super Hula Hoop, I love you and loathe you.

Oh, Rhythm Boxing, why do you mock my ability so?

Oh, Advanced Step, I don't agree with your judgment of timing.

Oh, Obstacle Course, I can walk. I have judgement. You disbeliever.

Oh, Yoga, I will conquer your Chair pose. I will conquer.

Oh, Strength Training, your Table stance seemed so much easier the first time around.

I will master you.

I will master you.

 I will master you.

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Friday, January 8, 2010

Eagle River, Alaska

So, someone is visiting my blog from Eagle River, Alaska. I hope I'm not freaking you out! I know you use a Mac, so you must be cool and smart. *wink*

I don't know who you are, but I think I should come for a visit. (Except, I'd have to go track down one of my favorite women. The two of us? We're like this... or, we will be. Someday.) I've always wanted to see Alaska, and that part looks so beautiful! Someday. Someday, I will go. At this point, I have few connections up there. You're one of them, oh anonymous reader.  =^)

(I think I say "someday" a lot.)
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Thursday, January 7, 2010

Answered Prayers

So, I've been asking God to make some things clear in a certain area of our family's life. You know, just show us if we're supposed to take the A, B, or C path kind of thing. Or create movement to push us from the current situation, if that's what's supposed to happen. Tuesday I prayed pretty specifically about it.

And then suddenly... yesterday... Wednesday... as in, the day after Tuesday... He did.

It's just that sometimes I ask, but I guess maybe don't expect Him to respond quite that quickly or decisively. At least not right away.

So, when He does it's kind of like, "What? Huh? Oh, NOW?"

Then I remember that I was the one asking for this in the first place. And even if it comes about in a way that's different than I was thinking it would, it's still happening.

Just like I asked it to.

Which can be good and weird and sudden and good and wait-I'm-not-quite-ready and are-you-sure and even a little frustrating, because I'm not sure if we're ready.

But still good.

Because He answered my prayer. MY prayer. The one I prayed.

It makes me wonder if He was just sitting there waiting for me to pray it.

Then I did.

And He was like, "Bam! Done."

I'm thankful. And wary. But, I'm sure. Because He did it. So we must be ready. So, I'm thankful.

(I think He might be chuckling just a little at me.)
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Wednesday, January 6, 2010

How to Catch a Pig

A chemistry professor in a large college had some exchange students in the class.

One day while the class was in the lab the Professor noticed one young man (exchange student) who kept rubbing his back, and stretching as if his back hurt. The professor asked the young man what was the matter. The student told him he had a bullet lodged in his back. He had been shot while fighting communists in his native country who were trying to overthrow his country's government and install a new communist government.

In the midst of his story he looked at the professor and asked a strange question. He asked, 'Do you know how to catch wild pigs?'

The professor thought it was a joke and asked for the punch line. The young man said this was no joke. 'You catch wild pigs by finding a suitable place in the woods and putting corn on the ground. The pigs find it and begin to come everyday to eat the free corn. When they are used to coming every day, you put a fence down one side of the place where they are used to coming. When they get used to the fence, they begin to eat the corn again and you put up another side of the fence. They get used to that and start to eat again. You continue until you have all four sides of the fence up with a gate in the last side. The pigs, who are used to the free corn, start to come through the gate to eat, you slam the gate on them and catch the whole herd. Suddenly the wild pigs have lost their freedom. They run around and around inside the fence, but they are caught. Soon they go back to eating the free corn. They are so used to it that they have forgotten how to forage in the woods for themselves, so they accept their captivity.

The young man then told the professor that is exactly what he sees happening to America. The government keeps pushing us toward socialism and keeps spreading the free corn out in the form of programs such as supplemental income, tax credit for unearned income, tobacco subsidies, dairy subsidies, payments not to plant crops, welfare, medicine, drugs, etc. while we continually lose our freedoms -- just a little at a time.

One should always remember: There is no such thing as a free lunch! A politician will never provide a service for you cheaper than you can do it yourself.

Keep your eyes on the newly elected politicians who are about to slam the gate on America.

“A government big enough to give you everything you want, is big enough to take away everything you have.” ~Thomas Jefferson 

**FYI: I did not write this. I came across it a few different places and found it too good to not post.**
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Tuesday, January 5, 2010

A look back...

Out of curiosity, I scrolled iPhoto back to today's date five years ago.

I laughed out loud when this came up.

Oh, the amazing joy and laughter life brings!

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Saturday, January 2, 2010

On Why I'm a Horrible Blogger

Okay, okay. I'm not saying that so you'll be all like, "Angelaaaaa... noooooo... you're a wonderful blogger." So, let's get that out of the way right there. Okey-dokey?

I've just made some observations during my over-four-years of blogging. (Evidently, my blogiversary was November 28th. I actually didn't know that until just now. I had to go back to my myspace archives and look it up. Just another piece of supportive evidence for the title of this post. Every good blogger knows their blogiversary. I didn't.) And I've come to the conclusion that I am NOT a very good blogger.

I love to write.
I think I write well.
I think I write me... meaning, I'm myself... which usually means I overuse and wrongly use punctuation... as in right now... because it brings out the emphasis in what I'm trying to say so WELL!!!

I'm passionate.
And that would put me in the good blogger category.


*I take horrible pictures. Yeah, you know it. You've seen them. They're awful. I'm an awful photographer. Every blogger seems to be amazing at this. I am obviously not. I've tried. It just doesn't happen.

*I'm not consistent. You may get a blog every day. You may not get a blog for over a week and a half. Sometimes I apologize for my randomness. But, an apology does not bring about changed behavior. And, this is just how it is. Because life gets crazy.

*I don't use cool pseudonyms for my family. My husband is Nate. Or "hubby." Or "handsome hubby." But, you know his name. And you also know the names of my children. See? That's not a cool-blogger kind of thing.

*I don't really have an overarching theme. Well, yes, I do. It's stilettos and grace... it's the (un)balancing act of being a woman... but it's not home decor or politics or fashion or cooking or *definitely not* photography or celebrities or... or... Most great bloggers have a pretty specific theme they stick to. (Okay, I do hit fashion a lot. But that's because I want you girlies to know that you CAN be cute AND womanly AND motherly AND Godly AND budget-friendly all at the same time.
While wearing stilettos. But, fashion is not the purpose of this blog.)

*I am very passionate about what I'm posting and at times use strong speech. Every good blogger knows you should stay away from possibly sensitive or offensive subjects. Me? I'm not going to be quiet about grave wrongs in our world. Especially not on this. Or on this.

*I don't have a super-snazzy custom made bloggy-look. But, I did work hard to figure out the html for my two side-bars. I'm proud. Even if I never did get the buffer right between the main section and the extra sidebar. (Now you're going to go look, aren't you?)

*I let go of my advertising. Which means I was making a teensy-weensy amount of money off my blog traffic, but am no longer. Because their ad was huge. And that wasn't the point of why I have my blog. (Although, I am open to any small etsy-type businesses that would want to put a button on here.)

*I don't do giveaways often enough. In fact, I've only ever done one. I've meant to do more. But meaning to do something and actually doing it are two entirely different things. Whoops.

*I don't do the Mr. Linky thing. Which I want to do, I just never get around to it. It would be cool, because you could put your links on my blog. I just... well... haven't done it.

*I don't leave a bunch of comments around the blogosphere. Which you're supposed to do to increase traffic. But, I don't. It just takes a lot of time. So, I only leave comments on the ones I want to leave comments on, not because I want to "promote" my blog via someone else's comments page.

*I'm not consistent with my "days." Meaning Sassy Shoe Thursday. Which switched to Sassy Fashion Thursday. Then Sassy Fashion Friday. Then Fashion Tip Friday. And now we've reverted and have both Sassy Shoe Thursday AND Fashion Tip Friday... neither of which I do on a weekly basis. Which is the point of having distinctly designated "days."

And, the coup-de-grace...

The evidence to end all evidence that proves I am a horrible blogger...

*I'm turning off the comment option. *gasp* I know. So many great and amazing bloggers get oodles and oodles of comments. They carry on conversations in the comments. They attract more readers to their blog because of the comments. I mean, that's one of the reasons we blog, right? To get comments.
Except, no. It's not.
This is an experiment I've been thinking of doing for a while. Because I don't want people to feel obligated. And I have so many readers that don't leave comments anyway. And, I don't do this for the comments. I love them, don't get me wrong. I always love hearing your thoughts. Always, always, always. Even if they disagree with mine. But, it's just not about that, you know?
So, at least for the time being, I'm disabling comments.
Which officially makes me a bad blogger.
Those who follow me from my facebook links, you can still comment on there if you'd like. But, you won't be able to here.
And, if you want to email me, by all means! Just click that cute little Ask Angela button over there at the top of the sidebar. I would love to hear from you... thoughts... concerns... questions... input.

*deep breath*

Reading back over the evidence, I really am not your typical, with-it blogger. Like, even more so than I had originally suspected.
But, I do love it.
And I do love you.
And, for some completely unsubstantiated reason, I'd like to think my blogging is making just an inkling of a difference in my little corner of bloggyland... and consequently the world.
So, I'm gonna keep on keepin' on.

Thanks for coming back.
Thanks for reading.
I truly do love each of my readers.
I encourage you to go change a corner of your world.
Maybe even while wearing stilettos.
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