Tuesday, November 08, 2005

defensive driving...

wow! my eyes are permanently glazed over from this horribly boring DVD. i know i've got no choice but to watch it, but man, i keep falling asleep. right now i'm trying to wait my "10 minutes" so i can take the online test. i only have one more session after this - yeehaw!

this post is as boring as the DVD...all the life has been sucked out of me.

off to try logging on again.

Wednesday, November 02, 2005

i'm sick...

and it SUCKS! i tend to think i have a higher tolerance for pain than actually is the case. i hate being sick!!

but i must say these are the times that i'm glad shawn works from home and can entertain avery while i'm comatose.

cute, though: avery is trying to take care of me. she repeatedly fed me crackers (eat, momma!) and gatorade (now, drink momma!) and then brought me her barney and told me to go to sleep. and she comes over and gives me kisses too! am i the luckiest mom or what?? she is the best! and my hubby is great too.

back to bed :-(

Friday, October 21, 2005

a mere week has passed...

and i'm posting like a good little blogger! don't have much to say but at least i'm putting forth an effort, for whatever that's worth.

it's official - my daughter is a toot (albeit cute, which makes it a tad more bearable)! let me just tell you what her favorite phrases are of, um, TODAY!

"no way, momma"
"don't wan' it!"
"go 'way" - most often directed towards her beloved daddy :-(

so here's what i've been thinking: this week i'm pms-ing pretty good and have been less than longsuffering with anyone much less a 22 month old with a scream/shriek range of mariah carey and more no's then whatever that credit card is with little blond boy. and unfortunately she feeds off of my stress and is even more testy. i lose my mind b/c of her testiness and needless to say, hell round and round.

BUT, back to my thought - what in the world is gonna happen when we are BOTH pms-ing and probably at the same time? Poor Shawn will lose his already fading hair and probably have us both committed. or maybe he'll strike it big enough to build his own house. or maybe he'll just "disappear" until the storm has settled, or at least changed course.

I think we will kill each other or at least make it so miserable that we'll want to be put out of our individual misery. whatever, it'll be a nightmare and one that will reoccur, oh, every 28-30 days. THE HORROR.

a disjointed post at best.

Thursday, October 13, 2005

bob and mary have left

at least for today. they are the ducks that reside in the pond behind my father in law's house. it is a regular venture for us to take bread out back and feed them til they wander off full. usually they start swimming over the minute they spot us in the backyard. today when avery and i headed out there armed with what seemed like half a loaf of bread, nothin! we waited, called to em and avery so sweetly yelled, "hey, ducks, c'mere. bread! food!" of course, all in toddlerspeak but they've never had a problem understanding in the past. she even called bob by name. and still nothing.

at one point i though i had spotted them but they coolly swam under a tree, ignoring us. i really don't think it was them or maybe i wondered if we offended them. yeah, that thought crossed my mind.

i also thought that maybe there was a falling out in coupledom. for months it's always been what i think is one male and one female. shawn enlightened us with "either the girl or boy duck has a little curled feather on this rear". thanks shawn, for clearing that up. but one did have it and the other did not. well, last time we were out there, they came a'visitin' and lo and behold, two ducks with two curled feathers on their rear. so either, there has a been a little "swapping" going on or somebody had a bad visit to the ducky salon. but that led me to think that maybe things weren't working out and they've moved on.

hopefully i'm wrong. we've got lots of stale bread...



that's what we spent in total at the fair yesterday! that has got to be noteworthy, eh? i mean, normally you don't even get into the fair with out dropping $35. So, at the end of the night when i counted money, i was pleased that only $22 plus 6 cans of food parted from my possession.

we had a great time. arrived at 4 pm, left shortly after 8 pm. avery had a wonderful time and that made it worth it for us. my parents joined us and there we were. first on the agenda (don't worry - no blow by blow account) was the pig races which happened to time perfectly with our arrival. avery is a lover of animals so we thought this would be interesting. they came out, ran fast, people yelled - loud, avery looked a bit perplexed and that was that. still, it was funny. the names of the pigs were the best part: oprah swinefry, britney squeals - uh that's all i remember. the acoustics were rough so it was hard to understand.

so, a brief overview - we ate food, walked around and watched a few things. avery thoroughly loved the sheep dog show and the parade. we ended with the txu illumination show. mom talked it up and man, did it STINK! it was like watching a very loud screensaver with the occasional fireball, firework and fountain. not so good. txu should be putting that money to better use (and not for the higher ups' bonuses!)

Wednesday, October 12, 2005


that my last post was september 12. i'm telling ya, it's my biorthyms or somethin'.

i went to the animal fair...

the birds and the bees...

we are off to the state fair of texas this fine october afternoon! i'm excited b/c i'm thinking avery is gonna have a blast! it's a bit hotter than would be nice but it's still a tolerable 83 degrees or so. i can already taste that corndog...

so, i don't remember this site very often but i did today and how cool to see some more friends leaving posts for me! yeehaw! i love it! maybe i've found new resolve - or whatever.

okay - quick house update. they have sheetrocked and bricked it. it looks good. i'm kinda bummed b/c the brick i chose i saw on houses with white mortar. well, to quote shawn "we are NOT spending $1000 for white mortar. mortar is mortar. it keeps the bugs out!" so my brick looks not so red but more brown b/c of the lovely but functional grey mortar. ah, compromise!

the cd release party went great. so fun! and the guys had the best time. Dave, the drummer and an ear to ear smile the entire time. the guys got a yummy taste of good times and want more. they are scheduled to do a brown bag for KLTY on the 4th of november so come on out! not sure about details yet - i'm the last to know :-0 well actually, shawn is the last to know but who's counting.

okay - huge highlight in my life coming up - NICHOLE NORDEMAN in concert. WOO HOO! Date night with some great couples. Avery is spending the night with my parents and i cannot wait to see Nichole in concert. It sounds like she is doing a scaled down deal which will be great. ah, i've never seen her in concert yet. this'll be great. and by the way, i won an autographed copy of her special edition release of Brave. too bad i already have one (sans the john hancock). maybe i can bless somebody with it.

well, my child has been too quiet for too long. must make sure she is on the up and up.

will let you know about our visit to the fair. sure hope it's not "gang night"...


Monday, September 12, 2005

ah, the pressure...

to write. it's such a tempermental thing with me. sometimes i just can't get those thoughts to line up in a straight line and march out of my brain. i have days where i feel like i'm on a constant caffeine drip and ain't nothin' comin' out right. jittery...that word just looks shaky, huh?

so, our house is coming along nicely. i'm getting excited and too consumed with getting in there. we're still a good two months out. but now we can walk through it and see the rooms. yay! it was cool b/c we went up there last night to look around and at dinner we talked about paint colors, etc. i really have had a hard time visualizing a main color for the majority of the house. well, later that evening we were getting together with some friends and lo and behold - i love their colors! inspiration at its finest. AND...they live in a Weekley home with the same tiles and cabinets so it was like getting a sneak preview...ain't God fun like that?

on another note - the guys' cd comes out soon and they are having a cd release party Sunday, October 2nd at our church. I'm so excited to hear it live and also, my song will be on there! ya'll come on out!

well, there's a bit of wording. i'll be back.

love to the 3 of you :-)

Wednesday, August 10, 2005

i got emails coming out the wazoo

I just sent an email to a friend. I clicked on "compose" and then "to" and then all 50 of her email addresses. Well, not quite that many but still more than one!

I tell you what, does anyone have just one email anymore? if you have multiples, do you check it all the time? do you even remember your passwords? that's my biggest problem. i cannot commit to remember my "secret" password so that i can get into an inbox that contains 1200 messages that i don't care one whit about reading.

With sbc yahoo, you can have 10 email addresses! how many families have that many people living under one roof? do you really need that? i guess if you're itching for a creative outlet you could practice coming up with witty addresses. Let's try Ngr8@yahoo.com do you get it?(not real so don't try it) or...well, that's why i haven't taken advantage of my endless supply of available email addresses. I'm the person who when having to come up with an id for an online anything never has a cute name. i can't think of one on the fly! or maybe i don't want to be know as HeReKiTTy2564 or hotmamalovesjustin34 - stupid. So yeah, i'm not lacking in cyberspace creativity, i just think it's stupid.

okay. so seemingly random. i'll bow out at this point and eat some lunch.


Tuesday, August 09, 2005

monthly ordeal?

did you think i was gonna talk about that dreaded "friend" that we girls have to put up with?


it just seems that posting on this site has become a monthly ordeal. I cannot bring myself to sit down and rummage around this pit of a brain to come up with something to write. I am in blog hell.

To the few of you who check here regularly - HA! suckers...

Just kidding. You guys are appreciated for your long suffering but you know, i never promised you a rose garden (who sings that?) or a pathetic glimpse into Simri world.

So, to my one dedicated reader - you already know what's been going on in my world. but, i did visit your friend's website and am utterly impressed. she is quite a gal and that brain must never stop spinning. i think i'm too impatient to sort through so much in my head to get it down in a succinct manner so that the masses (both of you) can digest it.

hmmm...digest makes me think of food and food is most definitely my enemy. i lack severe self control in this area and can't get a grasp. oh well, i'm trying to focus on everyday and every meal and hopefully i'll lose some of this junk. i feel crummy and am obsessed with being skinny and seeing skinny people puts me over the edge. needless to say, my hubby isn't too keen on my newly adopted, irrational cynicism. He just wants me to be healthy and happy and forget comparing myself to every soul out there.

so, anyway, i'm gonna get myself geared up to visit and contribute here regularly again. don't fail me now! i'll come through...

much to you,

Wednesday, July 06, 2005

What a time...

So, life is just a bit crazy in the Davis' household. Shawn has been on the road since the last week of May. After this week, he has 3 more weeks left and then he is done for the summer. And boy, did he pick a time to be gone (not that he could help it)!

Our house has been on the market for a few months now. Well, we have a contract and are scheduled to close Tuesday, July 19th (Happy B-day Ang!). So that means that we've got hardly any time to get stuff packed and out of here. We don't have another house yet so i think we'll be living with family for a bit. We are waiting to hear on a house in the neighborhood. Oh, hurry!

ALSO, I recently found out that we're pregnant with #2. I go to the dr. tomorrow so i'll know more then. In the meantime, i feel crummy, tired and i've done something to my back. Needless to say, I'm not the best playmate for Avery right now. I'd rather camp on the couch or bed but she is always saying "up! up!" There's no reasoning with a 1 1/2 yr old.

Speaking of Avery, she is so amazing. Her vocabulary is exploding every day. She knows the names of so many things. She knows words i wasn't even aware she knew. And it's so cute - i'll catch her singing "Oh, How I love Jesus" or saying some of the alphabet (her favorite part is Q, R, S, T, U, skip v, W, X, Y, Z! Yay!) Too fun. She also tells you what color everything is. That little brain is so busy!

Well, gotta run for a skin dr. appt. Update more later.

Tuesday, June 07, 2005

please help

this is an email i sent out this evening. i pray that a flame has been fanned in my too-cool vacuous heart.

I happened to walk in to the living room a few minutes ago as Brad Pitt and Diane Sawyer were in Africa visiting with all of these amazing children. I sat down on the floor in front of the tv and went from smiling to bawling in a matter of minutes. These people are so poor! We have so much and could help in so many ways. At that moment i felt very empowered and very ineffectual all at once. I just wanted to reach out and hold those beautiful orphaned babies and let them feel human contact. It just kills me. Now that i'm a mom, it has me undone. Children are so innocent and deserving of love!

Anyway, I got off of my butt and came back here to the computer. Thanks to email, i was able to send a note to our sponsored child in Kenya. Although we receive letters from him regularly, we had not taken the time to write him - disgusting! And, even though automatic withdrawal is wonderful in so many ways, it lets you forget the importance of remembering in the act of writing the check.

I know you might already be supporting a child or a cause that is helping the poor of this world, but i just wanted to send an email and ask you to consider doing it if you are not. there are a lot of great organizations out there.


please, find something that you believe in and support it! this evening has been a great conviction to me. i'm thankful for that. i'm way too narrowminded...and not enough like Christ.

Tuesday, May 24, 2005

king solomon

that old wise guy said it all in ecclesiastes. nothing is new. all the words, ideas that we come up with are reincarnations of old thoughts, words and ideas. each generation packages them a little differently. like the great steven tyler sang, "same old song and dance".

but, we are new. each one of us is unique and specific to this time. we are not rewritten versions of people past. as i sat trying to think of creative words to pen, that thought hit me. i'll always recycle words, but i'm new and constanly being shaped and changed so i'm different everyday. so is every person out there.

Everything has been said before.
I'm just repeating echoes in the hall.
Great Solomon spelled it out, nothing new.
But I am a song, a portrait, a painting.
I am a story from long ago, never heard,
Written by love, redeemed in pain,
Lifted up, again and again.

all's quiet

i should be using this time to read and pray and be "still". avery is napping, shawn is working and i'm playing on the computer. i dunno, i just have this awful irreverent attitude right now. i don't want to do anything i'm supposed to. i finally paid two bills that have been staring at me for ages! i simply didn't want to mess with them. it's not like they were big bills or that the process of writing the checks wore me out. i just could not stomach the idea of doing it. rebellion at its finest.

last week i was "creative" or at least felt it. this week i'm not. this week i'm fully aware of my blazing inadequacies. i'll never be enough. i'll never be pretty enough, smart enough or escape the guilt of poor mothering. it's sad b/c i feel as though i'm this huge letdown to the people around me. like i don't deserve to exist b/c i can't earn my way! it doesn't help that i'm surrounded by insanely talented people! ugh, cut me some slack.

another gripe! i don't know how to wash clothes. it never fails - they come out with more issues than when they entered the washer and dryer. clothes are a pain in my arse. i want and need new clothes but when i have them i quickly stain them or worry so much about avery getting them dirty that i'm uptight. i have on a new pair of capris and yep, after their first trip through simri's school of wash, they have unexplained areas of discoloration. i give up. you know it's bad when you get lectures from your HUSBAND on the proper way to launder!

but, my hubby is the best darn dad out there! i absolutely love watching him and avery interact. he teaches her so much and really plays with her. she adores him and walks through the house yelling, "dada, dada!" until she finds him and can take him captive for more time together. it's wonderful! we are both sad because he heads out on the road this coming sunday for the next two months and our time together as a family will be limited.

tonight is girls nite. the wives of the bandmembers (well, 3 out of the 4 of us) are going out this evening. i'm really looking forward to this! i get to meet with one of the wives weekly, but this'll be great. also, a good friend (and amazing singer) will be joining us. i just love spending time with these women. they are beautiful, wonderful gals. anna has recently returned from turkey so we are trying Cafe Istanbul tonite. turkish cuisine is good so i'm curious.

shawn keeps looking over my shoulder. it's kinda funny how i don't want him to read it as i'm typing yet it'll be posted shortly for anyone to see.


Tuesday, May 17, 2005

blue like jazz...

and so worth the time. another terrific book from the ever challenging Donald Miller. Man, just in sharing his journey I've been taught so much and brought to the place of repentance and hope and knowledge. I think we should learn from him and others that share the plain, ugly reality that is called life. we need to do that so that others are inspired. we are not alone but so often we isolate ourselves and suffer all the more. people, we are screwed up and broken and not a day goes by that we don't display that truth. let's at least encourage others with our tales of humanity mixed with the hope and promise of the Divine.

simri, i'm talking to you!

little shoes

one of my favorite things is seeing avery's stuff strewn throughout the house after she's gone to bed. i just love it! avery goes to be a good 3 hours or so before we do so by the time i'm shutting down the house, i've been away from her for awhile and it's just so sweet to see evidence of her existence.

my absolute favorite is her little shoes. they are so tiny and perfect. they sit wherever she last carried them. sometimes they are side by side, but most often there is one in the living room and another in the kitchen. it just makes me smile and think of what a blessing she is. she is apart of this family, a living being, a person that has impact and bright red hair. she is real, whether i see her or not. and those little shoes remind me of her.

i know there is some spiritual application in here and it's not too vague. it's in those quiet moments that we see evidence of Jesus in our lives and we know that He is. In the hustle and bustle that is called life, we often breeze past reminders of what matters. I don't always hear the birds singing in the special voice God gave just that species. I miss how refreshing the outdoor air can be and what life the sun brings.

but, just like avery's little shoes, God leaves traces of Himself throughout and we have to learn to look for the treasures that are Him. There are so many scriptures that speak to His presence in our world and life. He is real, a Person, a Being that is so very real it hurts. We live in a Godless world, but not on a Godless Earth.

Sunday, May 15, 2005

a prayer answered, sorta.

so shawn had the morning off from the heights. we had met (or remet) some people about a week and a half ago and they go to reunion church downtown. i have been a few times and really enjoy the randomness of it. it's uncomfortably great. anyway, i've told shawn about it and he has wanted to check it out. well, this was our chance.

i knew that there was a possibility that we would see a certain christian artist who attends church here. i tried to put the thought in the back of my mind b/c that is not the reason one looks forward to church. but in all honesty, i totally dig this person and have repeatedly asked God for the opportunity to meet her. I guess I wasn't specific enough.

we get to church early. nobody shows up to this church on time. it's ten. time to start. yeah, there are about 20 people in the auditorium. the music starts - good stuff. people trickle in.

well, in the meantime, avery is screaming bloody murder and will not go to nursery. i don't blame her. it's a strange place full of strangers. not exactly my cup o'tea. so i'm out in the lobby with avery. luckily i can still hear everything that is going on and can still let her wander around, etc. a bit later she walks in!

i get all excited/nervous. i don't like that. i thought once you get married, you're done with that feeling. guess not. at first i wasn't sure but she's got a little boy the right age and a husband that fits the bill and well, there she is, looking normal, cute and like such a great potential friend. they head to the nursery (that avery refused to be in) and drop off cute little charlie. man, why was i not in there!

anyway, long story cut VERY short. after church, they are leaving and i'm with avery. our paths are going to cross and i tell myself that if i don't at least acknowledge her and say something, i'm going to regret it. well, i'm a dork...

"hi, i'm gonna regret it if i don't tell you how much i appreciate your music/ministry/writing (don't remember which word i said. too nervous)."


"uh, and i saw your little one in nursery. he is such a cutie" (part of the story that didn't make the cut)

"oh, i hope he was good"

"oh yeah, we had a cheerio picnic"

"well, who is this" as she looks at avery.

"this is avery"

"you're very pretty(to avery)...thanks again. bye"

THAT'S it! i so wanted to ask her about her music, how she writes, the books she's read, her inspiration. i wanted to compare new mom stories and convince her that we should be the best of friends. ugh, instead we exchange pleasantries and i act like a smitten teenager. it kinda cast a funk over the whole day.

so, i'm just hoping that wasn't my prayer answered fully. i need another shot, a common friend... i need to practice my conversation skills.

Thursday, May 05, 2005

now you know..

this blog has given some great insight into how my mind works. i get excited and go gung-ho on something and then - bam! i hit the wall and can barely stomach the idea of continuing the project. that is precisely my frame of mind when i think about adding to this blog. it has been wonderful and a great outlet, but it is something that is now a "supposed to" and i don't wanna play by those rules. i shun responsibility unless i'm in the mood. too sad...

anywho, not on a lighter note, i met a friend of mine at the mall today to "try out" the kid's area. i haven't visited one yet simply b/c the thought of tossing my precious, germ-free (yeah, i know...) offspring into a pit of writhing, dirty, feral beings has been too much. but, this friend called and she and her son were climbing the walls so "did we want to find a place to let them play?"

now, my husband answered the phone and shared a much kept secret that we only recently discovered - Stacy Furniture is like Six Flags to toddlers! I know, don't tell. it'll be our little secret. we recently visited there and you would have thought we took avery to the greatest show on earth. the child would not be contained. she literally worked her way through the acres of sofas, recliners and sectionals, gladly tumbling to the floor so she could roll around and laugh her head off! it was great. we were dying and so excited - we had uncovered a free playground!

anyway, my husband mentions this to said friend and she doesn't really bite, so i say sure, let's go to the mall play area (ugh). about an hour later, we park our strollers and coax the kids into the foam covered pit. the reason i'm recounting this is, you could feel the tension/pretense/insecurity/judgment in that place. i felt like i was in jr. high! moms sat around the edges, watching you, watching the kids, watching you...we have got to be the silliest bunch of goons! we would compare ourselves to a doorpost and find ourselves lacking b/c we aren't as firm, thin and stable as that stupid piece of wood. add a child to the mix and we just have one more thing that we've got to prove makes us important. and don't get me wrong, i am the chief of comparison shoppers. but c'mon, when will we/i realize that there is more going on in life than seeming perfect?

yeah, i know, it ain't gonna happen today. and maybe not tomorrow. but i live for the day when i'm more interested in the people around me b/c they are worthy humans and not b/c i'm thinner or my daughter is wearing a cuter outfit.

(stepping off of soapbox)

and maybe in all honesty, i'm the one who is tense/pretentious/insecure/judgmental and I simply projected my unhealthiness on a bunch of wonderful, well-adjusted, content moms.

Friday, April 29, 2005

live by example

today my daughter and i were shopping at ross, looking for some pjs. as we strolled down the aisle, i was busy looking through the racks while avery busied herself with oohing and ahhing outfits i held up for her to look at (man, our love affair with clothes starts early!). at one point she starts saying "uh-oh" in her adorable 16 month old way. I look to where she is pointing and see a tshirt that had fallen off a hanger.

"yeah", i respond, " a shirt fell on the floor!" in my chipper positive-mom voice. I began to move on down the row when a little voice inside my head said, live by example now. i stopped, asked avery if we should hang it up and she said "yeah." i did so and we continued on our way, my mind thinking, wow, setting an example for our children is going start with the little things.

of course, after that, avery determined we were the clothes police and would loudly draw my attention to another victim. I did my best to smile, say, "yep, let's pick it up" and then distract her (set an example, yes. repeatedly prove the point? well, uh, gotta go...).

but in all seriousness, i'm really grateful for that moment of insight. i know that daily i don't set the best example for my daughter in every aspect of life. i keep the tv on a little too long, don't clean house as diligently as i should and definitely don't love others as Christ has challenged, no commanded us to do. so, that is why, when the Holy Spirit whispers in my ear, set the example. take responsibility, i want to learn to obey. i know bigger issues will arise. i just pray that my response will not be "i didn't do it, it's not my problem" but rather "hey, can i improve the situation in any way?" i hope my daughter learns that as well. i know that her daddy already does a great job of it naturally.

Thursday, April 28, 2005


a while back shawn challenged me to "rewrite" Colossians 1:15 - 20(?). This is what came out. it's not finished and i'm not sure how to end it at this point.

In image liken unto God, a first born Son of all above and below does show Thy mark.
By Thy hands the worlds collide, heaven and earth do intertwine
In Christ the head they hold firm fast for He has brought all things to pass.
And not just orbs or spirits made
But the shining glory of one He saved
A body called the church, His bride.
His lordship cannot be denied
For God the Father’s pleasures be
To grant the fullness unto Thee.
And through Him came a healing balm
The blood, the cross, the branches palm
That brought forth peace and reckoned so
All guilty men, their darkened souls.

a great book

Read Searching for God Knows What by Donald Miller. If you visit his website www.bluelikejazz.com you can read the first chapter.

'nuff said.


to all of you for offering encouragement and actually visiting this blog. i've gotten a few questions as to what exactly is a blog. i dunno, really. i'm just kinda liking having a place to jot down the thoughts that swim in my head. i guess they can be about anything. but it seems like they are an online version of reality tv. maybe? i talk about my life, thoughts, etc. and you partake. but, why, you may ask, would i care one whit about what is going on in someone else's world? i'll have to get back to you on that one.

in the meantime, i'll keep writing, for myself and for anyone that just wants to read random stuff. praise you!

hi my name is simri...

and i have a problem. i consistently tempt fate by placing seemingly sturdy plastic items on the bottom rack of the dishwasher. i don't know why i continue to do it. maybe i think i've mastered the issue by sticking it in such a way that the heat can't possibly do any damage - i mean, c'mon, just clean the dishes!

so, as a result of my stubborness (or more likely, laziness), quite a few of our items have forever been morphed into sad, deformed but still functional (kinda) objects.

The first to fall victim to my dishwasher hades: the iced tea pitcher. you know, the one that has to be used with the iced tea maker. not an interchangeable item! now, the limp sided ewer can only be poured over the sink and even then, it has to be with a steady hand and held breath.

well, our measuring cup has got to be the worst. i know, they aren't expensive and i should just buy another one. i keep forgetting and maybe seeing the bent, cracked tool is my penance for refusing to "come clean" and quit tempting fate. it still works, though liquid leaks out and i'm not sure if it measures correctly. i haven't noticed things tasting weird.

the latest - our blender. shawn doesn't even know about that one yet. we are avid smoothie makers so our blender is in use every day. well, it took a trip through the dishwasher and i vividly remember thinking, okay, it'll be fine. i'm putting it where nothing will apply pressure, etc. yeah, well, same old story. now the mouth is lame on one side and the lid just refuses to be shoved in a hole that just will not do!

someday i'll learn my lesson. until then, happy dishwashing to ya.

Wednesday, April 27, 2005

Killer meal last night

I love to cook. well, maybe love is too strong a word b/c i can survive just fine without cooking, but i do enjoy it immensely. last night we had some friends over for dinner and i had a ball planning the meal (anxiety causer right there), shopping for the ingredients (Market Street rocks!!) and preparing it (did you know that you can't throw frozen chicken into hot oil? yeah, me neither. thanks, honey!). It really turned out great, if you ask me, shawn and our guests (at least they ahhhed over it enough to make me think they liked it.). Preparing a meal is so satisfying b/c you start with a bunch of things and mix it up and it becomes edible and yummy. if it turns out well, it's so fulfilling and a great esteem booster. if it stinks, well...i am more than the sum of my culinary abilities and i have a husband who can really tear it up in the kitchen.

the menu from last night:

Houston's spinach and artichoke dip (compliments of copykat.com) w/salsa and sour cream
BBQ Chicken pizza
Mini chocolate cheescakes

the saddest aspect of the whole deal - no leftovers.


So this morning at 5:20 i find myself wide awake and curious as to why. I mean, it's not like long hours of luxurious sleep are commonplace in my life. But when i wake suddenly i become frustrated. i wish my immediate response was one of "oh, i need to pray for _____" but in all honesty my mind races to that very familiar place known as anxiety. why is it that EVERYTHING seems miserable by the light of the moon?

So there i lay (or is it lie? Can't figure that one out), fretting over my ever-growing list of things to do. At one point i rolled over to my left side and could see the bright moon through a small opening in the curtains. I started thinking about how the world spins round and round and yet we're not dizzy and i can lay/lie here and see the moon and...well, it's moving. it was cool b/c i guess i've never stared at the moon long enough for it to move out of sight. Now i'm sure it helped that i only had about an inch of exposed sky. But nonetheless, i closed one eye and watched as the moon slowly crawled out of view. i think i fell asleep shortly after that.

The narrow path

Though following Christ is "narrow", it's the path that is narrow only at the mouth. To enter, Truth must be accepted and the guidelines are very specific. But, as you enter the narrow gate, the road widens blissfully and one cannot see the limits. Freedom sets its course and we can be as children: stumbling, running, playing, laughing. It is the broad path that becomes so narrow upon entering that one must hold one's breath to traverse. There is no humor nor gaiety and the line moves single file. The roof is low and you cannot forget yourself here for every step is marked in ink and never erased.

Monday, April 25, 2005

in the company of Anne Lamott

i just finished Travelling Mercies by Anne Lamott. I don't know if i connected with her like i hoped but i walked away challenged. i guess that's the best thing. i was consciously uncomfortable with her brutal honesty and use of colorful language, but amazed at her complete dependence on the saving power of Jesus. I mean, this woman drank of God's goodness and loved her neighbor and swore at her child and thought mean thoughts about her mother and believed in God! she calls herself a feminist and her faith led her to political slants that most christians would be very frustrated or down right offended. she made me uncomfortable because maybe she hit a little closer to home than i'm willing to admit. none of us are saints even though we spend so much precious energy on playing the part. i don't think any of us would get a good review even from the most soft-hearted critic. Read her. Be offended by her crappy past and use of swear words. Feel uneasy about her liberal ideas and the fact that she is a feminist. But i guarantee you'll shift in your seat when you see how much she trusts and relies on God and the Truth she lives by. She is me. she is you. she is a follower of a Savior that likes "those kinds" of people.

Tuesday, April 12, 2005


None is righteous, no not one
None has stood before the throne
With hands spread wide to speak
Great things that have been done in Jesus' name
Without the love He freely gives, freely gives.

Our merit's worth goes not so far
For we want more than we earn
By hands of clay we toil so
And through these tasks we never learn
That it's a gift You freely give, not of our own.

Oh, Lord You give to us undeserving
A life of pure love joy.
We cannot understand the cost.
We speak the words you give to us
We wait and see it all for us,
This gift You freely give.

You choose to give freely because we are in need.
We stand before You,
Love abounds before You
Come heal and set us free.

So stand we do on iron feet.
The legs strong by Your might
And conquer this the war we fight
To tell of You and all You do for ages past and now.
Please grant us this, this precious gift
Of Jesus' given life.