Skinny Cow

All I can say is mmmmmmmm. Peanutbutter, vanilla icecream sandwich.....

Conference

Loving the flowers at the women's conference this weekend. So pretty and girly and lovely and purple and green.

1st Thursday

1st Thursday of the month and we find ourselves at the quilt ministry meeting. Since we are into summer and many folks are on vacation, we were minus a few ladies. But, we had a couple of new guests tonight. I love it when we have newbies. They try to pick up on the lingo and the techniques. I think that is why they are laughing. Although we have fun and many, many laughs, we do settle down and get serious and pray over these quilts and pray with every knot tied. If you ever get the chance to come and pray with us you will feel so up lifted. It is remarkable how as we eat and hold the business part of the meeting, we fellowship and catch up with everyone, then pretty quickly we get to sewing new quilt tops and bindings and tie at least 2 quilts at every meeting. We share new blocks and books and experiences. It brings you back to times when there was a need, the women could come together with hand made crafting to help comfort someone. Sharing God's wonderful love.

Finding Waldo

On the day I was making cards, I was happy to be crafting. Not caring what I was stamping or the colors I was given to use. Normally I am not an owl person but this was the card and I did my work and moved on. I was weaving in and out of my igirl's blog today and it hit me like I just solved a puzzle for Indiana Jones! Look at the bird in this cage. Now go to Crooked Tiara (link on the right). Do you see it? I think I will call him Waldo.

From The Top

I have a fun web site that I go to almost every day. See her over there on the right? Ya, that's her, The Pioneer Woman. She is a mom and lives on a ranch. She has great pictures and some very informative suggestions for photography. Today I tried one of her tips. I would have snapped the dogs but we all know what they do when they see my phone or the camera. My Joe was happy to oblige. By the way, I am enjoying drinking my Joe out of a favorite mug while reading every morning. Instead of driving, sipping quickly for the 10 minute drive it takes to get to work and out of a travel mug I loose the smells and relax feeling of it all. I must take some time in the fall for Joe at home.

Oh Brother

My summer addiction is back and in full swing. The part that makes this a bad thing is not that the show is on TV 3 nights a week. It's because it is on the Internet 24/7. I do not watch and will not pay for the live feeds. But....I check this site multiple times a day. Probably because I have so much time off right now. Like all day every day. I read so much on this site that the shows that air on television are a yawn. I have one more site that feeds into my flaw of not being able to wait and it is an East coast feed of the live show on Thursday nights. 5 pm and I can see the show. I haven't gone there yet this season. Mostly because The Rat (husband, and it's the nick name he came into this marriage with) is playing online poker. Confession is over, and it's almost time to catch Showtime2...after dark with the house guests. I know, it's bad. But it's just getting good.

The Day After My Birthday

I knew this day was coming. I have felt it creeping into my everyday thoughts for weeks. I tried to push it back to a place where I could be comfortable again, but it marches on like time its self. There is no stopping this day, just being in it and hanging on to the self pity long enough to get over it for another year. In an act of defiance, I didn't take any meds for 24 hours. I over indulged with my food choices and let the devil himself sit next to me for most of the day. I was grouchy, critical and self centered. To prove to myself that I would not let these shenanigans continue, I prepped my meds for the next week and took a picture to remind me not to go down this road again. There were no complications from my choices, no immediate ones at least. Everything is back on track and I am facing the inevitable trip around the mountain once again.

This post is for me. To say it out loud sorta speak. No empathy or pity or sympathy or atta boys required. Tomorrow starts a new day and with that a new routine I hope. It is my desire to dive into the scriptures in order to right my path.

When darkness falls and I am all alone with myself, I make horrible choices. My mind races and then the wicked one snuggles up next to me and we indulge together. When my head finally hits the pillow, it is then that I ask for forgiveness, assistance and guidance for the new day.

Every night, every night. Why can't I hear Him?