taking a break

duh....since i haven't blogged in over a month. i'm just not finding the time to keep up with the blog so i will be taking a break. i might be back and i might not. i haven't decide yet.

she will be sorely missed

this was the last line of an obituary for my friend Sharon. this was the most fitting last line i think i have ever read. to say Sharon was a delightful person would be stretching it a bit.
she was who she was and thats all she ever wanted to be. she was to the point and if that hurt your feelings then oh well you would just have to get over it. once she decided you were ok then nothing could convince her otherwise and heaven help you if she didn't like you. i had the pleasure of working beside this women for the last 3 years and i am a better person because of it.

Sharon you will be sorely missed by all those who knew and loved you.

the adventure begins

Picture yourself in an ancient European city-Florence perhaps or Madrid. You find yourself at dusk, wandering through the older parts of town. Narrow streets are lined with dimly lit shops-pawnbrokers, no doubt, alongside various dealers in antiquities, booksellers, curious haunts harboring mysteries from far-off lands. Partly out of curiosity, partly out of a wish to avoid the jostling crowds, you turn into a musty parlor. As your eyes adjust to the twilight inside, you discover aisles crammed with Babylonian trinkets, Persian rugs, suits of armor, Colombian pottery. You browse indifferently among everything old and intriguing.

Then, something catches your eye. Sitting in a pile of forgotten silver urns and incense burners, it might have escaped your notice altogether. But it seemed to call to you, whisper your name. In fact, it is already in your hands. This is ridiculous, you think. You turn the lamp over and over most carefully, looking for . . . you're not quite sure what. Obviously it is from the Middle East, Arabia most likely. What am I thinking? These things happen only in fairy tales.

Something you read long ago-was it in Chesterton?-crosses your mind. "An adventure is, by its nature, a thing that comes to us. It is a thing that chooses us, not a thing that we choose." He's right about that, you admit. Alice wasn't looking for Wonderland when she fell through the looking glass. Come to think of it, the four children just stumbled into Narnia through the back of the wardrobe. Anodos simply woke to find fairyland had taken over his bedroom.

But another voice rises within you, urging caution. You've got places to go, for heaven's sake. Don't let yourself get carried away. The voice is full of common sense, of course. But the voice also seems old and tired. From how many adventures has it swayed you in your life? How many dreams left in the closet? "Closing time," calls the curator of the shop. He begins to blow out the lamps. Your heart is racing. Somewhere back in your mind you hear the voice urging you on to your duties.

But it is too late. You've already rubbed the lamp.

(The Sacred Romance Workbook & Journal, v-vi)

picture tag

The object of the picture tag is to:
1) Choose the 4th folder where you store your pictures on your computer.
2) Select the 4th picture in the folder.
3) Explain the picture.
4) Tag 4 people to do the same and NO CHEATING! (cropping, editing, etc!).
So here is mine.


this is freddie's friend becca. they were goofing off after the prom last year.
on a sidenote this young lady has been coming to church on wednesdays with freddie and is a super sweety.

i tag just jinny and anyone else who wants to do it.

when i'm sad....

i listen to elvis or patsy cline. the past few days have been very much elvis days. i've pushed it down for months but now its time to grieve. i am thankful that my friend is not dead as someone so graciously pointed out to me. but when you've spent just about everyday for the past 13 years with someone its very hard to say goodbye. so right now i can't look on the bright side i can only be sad and listen to elvis.

moe in tights

tonight we got to watch moe at his schools madrical dinner. whats a madrical dinner, you ask? it is his choir's christmas performance where they dress up in renaissance costume and sing and dance. its pretty fun. especially the part where 2 young men carry in the boars head and they all sing the boars dead song. no lie they sing a song about a dead boar. i'm just thankful we don't have to eat boar. they serve us chicken and wassail.

lord moe at the banquet table with his chalice of wassail


moe in tights

the difference between girls and boys

we went out to eat the other night and this is what we brought home. colleen was upset because she wasn't quite done decorating her take-home box. cliff added the squiggle as an after thought.

christmastime is here

i love christmas and i especially love christmas music.