It has been a while since I have posted. Lots going on in the Warehouse these days. One thing you need to know about me is that I sweat. Yes, not perspire, but sweat. By the buckets. It is not very feminine and I only share this with you because after last night I am sure most of Abilene knows that I sweat. We have had unusually humid weather here in Abilene. My body does not like humidity. It pretty much goes into melt mode with the slightest humidity factor. I remember as a child being sweaty and my mother tellling me not to sweat so much. Hmmmm...I have tried. I put on face powder which helps my face look dry for about...30 seconds before the sweat seeps through. I do use a good deoderant-Dry Idea. The name indicates that I should stay dry. Not always so. What's a sweaty girl to do!
On to my most embarrassing event since I have been in Abilene. (believe me, I have had more than one) We are doing a garage sale for one of my good friends whose son has a brain tumor. We are raising funds for their travel expenses etc. So, like the good friend I am, I went up last night to help price and sort. (I am not good at pricing and sorting-- I just like to put 25 cent stickers on everything--I've always liked a good buy) Anyway, I was wearing brown capris and an orange t-shirt. Seemed like a safe choice for a sweat prone girl. I worked my little heart out in the non-air conditioned gym for 2 hours. I saw just about everyone from church and they saw me. It's a good thing for a preacher's wife to be seen doing good. I noticed people looking at me and smiling, and of course, I assumed they were thinking-wow, what a hard worker. Nope! They were smiling because as I discovered when I got home, my pants were soaked from the waistband in the back to the waistband in the front. Yep, it looked like I had a big accident on the way to the bathroom. You would think that sweat would not show through on brown capris, well let me tell you, it does--big time. What made it worse, was my shirt didn't really look that sweaty, unless you looked at the pit rings. So I am sure everyone thought I had wet my pants and just didn't notice that I was dripping with pee-pee. So.....I am humbled once again. I will never wear those brown capris again on a humid day and if any of you are sweat prone like me, you better not either.
Friday, July 13, 2007
Wednesday, June 13, 2007
To the Work, To the Work
I am sure the title says it all, but I am now officially hired at Clyde ISD. Wow, it took me two tries to spell Clyde--even spelling the word has me frazzled! I signed my contract yesterday and I will start back in August. I have been off for three years now. Three years of blissfully sleeping in, doing grocery shopping at prime times, leisurely having coffee with my BF's (best friends) and staying up late to watch Leno. No more. Back to rising at 6:00, throwing on something that is hopefully ironed or at least not wadded up in the bottom of the closet, rushing back home to grocery shop or do a load of laundry and then falling into bed by 9:00.
On the bright side of things, the people that I met at a recent workday were so nice and friendly and laid back. One of my best friends is the principal and I will be teaching reading (which I love). I also will be adding to my retirement--which now that I am 52 seems like a good thing to do. I don't want to be eating cat food or working as a greeter at Walmart when I am 80.
So, part of me is excited to go back and part of me is sad. I guess that is somewhat normal. I'll let you know how things are going in late August when I am driving home from school sticking to the seat of my car from the heat after a parent yelled at me and I made two children cry.
On the bright side of things, the people that I met at a recent workday were so nice and friendly and laid back. One of my best friends is the principal and I will be teaching reading (which I love). I also will be adding to my retirement--which now that I am 52 seems like a good thing to do. I don't want to be eating cat food or working as a greeter at Walmart when I am 80.
So, part of me is excited to go back and part of me is sad. I guess that is somewhat normal. I'll let you know how things are going in late August when I am driving home from school sticking to the seat of my car from the heat after a parent yelled at me and I made two children cry.
Thursday, June 7, 2007
Hubby does good!
I just have to brag that my husband got me the most beautiful ring for my birthday/anniversary present this year. It has emeralds and diamonds set in a white gold band with gold accents. I just love it! I am so blessed--and yes, I will wave it in your face the next time I see you--so be prepared.
We have been married 30 years as of June 11th. The time sure has flown. I remember when he had John Denver hair down to his collar and my hair was long and brown. We both were skinnier in those days. I think we both weighed 135. I won't tell you what we weigh now because that would just be too, too sad. (how did I get on a weight subject anyway?)
We are going on a cruise to celebrate in October. We are going up the Eastern seaboard and hope to see lots of beautiful trees and scenery. It has been a great 30 years. I am praying for 30 more! (especially if he keeps getting me rings!)
We have been married 30 years as of June 11th. The time sure has flown. I remember when he had John Denver hair down to his collar and my hair was long and brown. We both were skinnier in those days. I think we both weighed 135. I won't tell you what we weigh now because that would just be too, too sad. (how did I get on a weight subject anyway?)
We are going on a cruise to celebrate in October. We are going up the Eastern seaboard and hope to see lots of beautiful trees and scenery. It has been a great 30 years. I am praying for 30 more! (especially if he keeps getting me rings!)
Lost Marathon
Let me just start by saying that my family loves the show "Lost." We are late bloomers. We didn't start watching until this season. My mother in law loved the show the first season so my daughter got her the complete First Season when it came out. After watching most of the shows this season (we miss some because church goes tooooo long sometimes on Wednesday nights for us to get home and see the whole thing) (I know, I know, where are my priorities!) Anyway, we borrowed the First season and have been watching it in marathon style for the last week or so. We are down to one DVD in season one and we are watching it tonight while eating our steak etc. (If you remember from earlier posts we usually eat steak while watching starving survivors on "Survivor."--that show has now been replaced in our hearts by "Lost." I have purchased Season 2 because we just can't wait to see all that happens! It is kind of hard since we are watching it so out of order--like I know Charlie is going to die, and what happened to the narcisstic blond who likes Sayhid. I figure she gets killed off along with her brother. What is the monster thing? What do those numbers mean that Hurley used to win the lottery. I have so many questions! Don't tell me if you read this. I want to find out as we happily watch Season 2 next week. It takes so little to make me happy!
Tuesday, June 5, 2007
University Kids
Phil and I hosted a University devotional Sunday night in our home. I fretted over what to serve and finally decided on Taco Stack because they could put it together with whatever they wanted. Megan, my daughter, made the brownies because she makes the best brownies ever eaten.
Anyway, as I was sitting there singing with these "kids", I was transported back to my University days. Going to ACU was huge for me. My family drove across town to go to a "big church"--I think we averaged about 200 which was big for Dayton, Ohio. When I came to ACU I was overwhelmed by the singing and the committment of the students there. I remember attending a church in Abilene of over 1000 people and thinking that heaven must be like this. Lynn Anderson would preach and his talks always included his struggles and how he was not perfect. This was a comfort to me and helped me know that I wasn't the only one struggling if he, the preacher, struggled too. It was the first time I was ever taught about grace. I had never heard of grace. I had only heard of hell, and rules, and sin. I always felt it was impossible to be a "good Christian" because I could never keep up with all the rules. I actually remember thinking that I wish I hadn't known about Jesus because it was just too hard and I was never going to make it. So I lived my life in fear of death and the Lord coming back because I felt I was going to hell.
At ACU, for the first time I was taught about God's grace. I was taught that no one is perfect by themselves, only through Jesus are we made perfect. That perfection in Jesus is possible! I began to realize that God forgives and also forgets. I began to realize the enormity of God's gift to me. I still stand in wonder and awe that my God who created the universe would not only be mindful of me, but that he loves me and forgives me and sees me perfect. I am thankful for the grace filled people and churches that have guided my path and also for a husband who has taught me about this great gift we have received. So now I can rejoice! I have been made perfect through Jesus. Praise His glorious name!
"For as high as the heavens are above the earth, so great is his love for those who fear him; as far as the east is from the west, so far has he removed our transgreesions from us" Psalm 103:11-12
Anyway, as I was sitting there singing with these "kids", I was transported back to my University days. Going to ACU was huge for me. My family drove across town to go to a "big church"--I think we averaged about 200 which was big for Dayton, Ohio. When I came to ACU I was overwhelmed by the singing and the committment of the students there. I remember attending a church in Abilene of over 1000 people and thinking that heaven must be like this. Lynn Anderson would preach and his talks always included his struggles and how he was not perfect. This was a comfort to me and helped me know that I wasn't the only one struggling if he, the preacher, struggled too. It was the first time I was ever taught about grace. I had never heard of grace. I had only heard of hell, and rules, and sin. I always felt it was impossible to be a "good Christian" because I could never keep up with all the rules. I actually remember thinking that I wish I hadn't known about Jesus because it was just too hard and I was never going to make it. So I lived my life in fear of death and the Lord coming back because I felt I was going to hell.
At ACU, for the first time I was taught about God's grace. I was taught that no one is perfect by themselves, only through Jesus are we made perfect. That perfection in Jesus is possible! I began to realize that God forgives and also forgets. I began to realize the enormity of God's gift to me. I still stand in wonder and awe that my God who created the universe would not only be mindful of me, but that he loves me and forgives me and sees me perfect. I am thankful for the grace filled people and churches that have guided my path and also for a husband who has taught me about this great gift we have received. So now I can rejoice! I have been made perfect through Jesus. Praise His glorious name!
"For as high as the heavens are above the earth, so great is his love for those who fear him; as far as the east is from the west, so far has he removed our transgreesions from us" Psalm 103:11-12
Saturday, May 19, 2007
My mom
Well, I am a little late on this since Mother's Day was last Sunday, but better late than never!
I learned lots of things from my mom. My mom taught me to love the elderly. I remember visiting older people with her when I was young. She would visit them, or take them to church, or take them food etc. She taught me that older people are of value and often forgotten. She taught me by example to love and take care of our elderly.
My mom also took people to church that needed rides off and on through the years. She would pick up a woman and her two girls every Sunday night to go to church. This ladies husband did not go to church and this lady either didn't know how to drive or didn't like to. Mom picked her up every week. My sister and I were always squished in the backseat with her two girls, but you didn't have to wear seatbelts in those days-so it worked out. In my high school years mom picked up one of my friends from school who wanted to go to church. This girl was a little different but mom never complalined about her or the inconvenience of picking her up. She also picked up a lady named "Dixie" who was a nail tech and lived out of the way, but wanted to attend. Dixie was a true blond-a little ditsy! Mom asked her advice on how to get me to stop biting my nails and she said "just don't bite them" Well duh!! not exactly what we were looking for. Anyway, I learned that when people are searching for God, you go out of your way to help them.
My mom carted me to every youth event my church held. This was a 30 minute drive each way. She never complained--she wanted me there and felt it was important for me to be there. I learned it is important to fellowship with other believers.
My dad wasn't a Christian until I was in high school. My mom never gave up. She continued to go to church and take me and my little sister every time the doors were open. My dad now is very faithful and I feel if it wasn't for my mom, he wouldn't be a Christian . I learned that church is important and you don't give up on people who haven't found God yet.
My mom is very clean. I mean very very clean! I learned that being clean and looking your best is important. I don't always get this one right. My home is not as neat and tidy as I would like and sometimes I am wrinkled because I HATE to iron, but I am working on this one.
So, I have a great mom. She moved to my town recently and it has been fun getting to know her again. We haven't lived in the same town since I was 18. We enjoy each other now alot more than we did then. You know I was going through the "independent stage" back then. Now I know how blessed I am to have a mom like mine. One who taught me so much about loving and serving others.
Thanks Mom for everything!
I learned lots of things from my mom. My mom taught me to love the elderly. I remember visiting older people with her when I was young. She would visit them, or take them to church, or take them food etc. She taught me that older people are of value and often forgotten. She taught me by example to love and take care of our elderly.
My mom also took people to church that needed rides off and on through the years. She would pick up a woman and her two girls every Sunday night to go to church. This ladies husband did not go to church and this lady either didn't know how to drive or didn't like to. Mom picked her up every week. My sister and I were always squished in the backseat with her two girls, but you didn't have to wear seatbelts in those days-so it worked out. In my high school years mom picked up one of my friends from school who wanted to go to church. This girl was a little different but mom never complalined about her or the inconvenience of picking her up. She also picked up a lady named "Dixie" who was a nail tech and lived out of the way, but wanted to attend. Dixie was a true blond-a little ditsy! Mom asked her advice on how to get me to stop biting my nails and she said "just don't bite them" Well duh!! not exactly what we were looking for. Anyway, I learned that when people are searching for God, you go out of your way to help them.
My mom carted me to every youth event my church held. This was a 30 minute drive each way. She never complained--she wanted me there and felt it was important for me to be there. I learned it is important to fellowship with other believers.
My dad wasn't a Christian until I was in high school. My mom never gave up. She continued to go to church and take me and my little sister every time the doors were open. My dad now is very faithful and I feel if it wasn't for my mom, he wouldn't be a Christian . I learned that church is important and you don't give up on people who haven't found God yet.
My mom is very clean. I mean very very clean! I learned that being clean and looking your best is important. I don't always get this one right. My home is not as neat and tidy as I would like and sometimes I am wrinkled because I HATE to iron, but I am working on this one.
So, I have a great mom. She moved to my town recently and it has been fun getting to know her again. We haven't lived in the same town since I was 18. We enjoy each other now alot more than we did then. You know I was going through the "independent stage" back then. Now I know how blessed I am to have a mom like mine. One who taught me so much about loving and serving others.
Thanks Mom for everything!
Saturday, May 12, 2007
Christian versus Churchgoer
I thought this video was great! I wanted to share it with you all. It has been shown at our church which is trying to be the "front porch for our community." I hope someday we will all be Christians and not churchgoers! Enjoy!
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