Caught in a January Breeze

January 22, 2009

 

One afternoon while we were in Tulsa, Nikki and I were home alone, and I had an idea.  A few months ago I had seen Miz Booshay at Quiet Life (photographer par excellance) do some beautiful photos of her daughter with her hair blowing.  And she said she had created the look with a fan!  Soooo, I suggested to Nikki that she wash her hair (I assumed there needed to be moisture in the hair, so that just the dry strands would “float”) and I would take some pictures while I helped her dry it  — with a blow dryer! (since we didn’t have access to a fan, in January).  Hmmm.  Well, let me just say, easier said than done.  But we had the best time trying it, so I’m going to show you some of the results, which I think are beautiful (because I think Nikki’s beautiful) but let me just assure  Miz Booshay that she shouldn’t lose any sleep worrying about me becoming competition in the photos- of-blowing-hair department!

100_4829d   Exhibit A:  The Victim.  I mean, the Subject.  Hair damp and ready for whatever the heck it is that Nana’s planning to do.

100_4821f   I think this one gives the impression that she is on the verge of being sucked up into a giant overhead vacuum cleaner, with her hair leading the way.

100_4830g   I suggested she try a serious look for this one.  But, when I look at this picture I hardly recognize her.  She is a happy girl who smiles most of the time, so this isn’t a look we see often.  But, I was getting a little more cooperation from her  hair.  Wish I could say that was intentional, but it was purely accidental. 

100_4825s   Hellllo!  Earth to Nana! I’m o.v.e.r  h.e.r.e ! !

100_4823g    Don’t tell Nikki, but these half shots aren’t accidental.  I kind of like them, especially this one.

100_4822g   And, finally.  No blow dryer.  No certain expressions suggested by Nana.  Just a pretty young girl with a lovely smile.

Thank you, Nikki, for being such a good sport.  This was a fun way to spend an afternoon with you.  I love you.


What Are You Scattering?

January 22, 2009

 

Not what you gather, but what you scatter, will tell how you lived your life. 

Author Unknown


A Few Degrees of Adjustment Now . . .

January 21, 2009

 

. . . can make a huge difference later!

Many years ago, the head of the department I worked in was talking to us about major long-term changes that we needed to make, and, frankly, the plan he explained sounded pretty overwhelming.  But, he gave us an explanation for change that I have always remembered and that made the changes he wanted seem less intimidating.

He was a retired Captain in the Navy, so he naturally used a ship as his example. 

He told us to envision a ship way out in the ocean that wants to change its destination from one far-away port  to another.  Even though the distance between the two ports themselves is thousands of miles, because the  destinations are both so far away from the ship, the Captain doesn’t have to immediately order a hard turn in the direction of the new port.  He only has to order that their course be altered by a few degrees.    A small adjustment now that will ultimately change the destination  by thousands of miles!

I thought that was such a great mental picture to explain how small changes in the way things are done now can make huge differences in the long term.  And, it comes to mind when I am looking at a “huge” goal in my life, like weight loss or organization.  If I change a few things about my eating habits today, I can achieve that 20 lb. weight loss.  If I just pay a little more attention to keeping our household paperwork organized during the year, it will make a huge difference in how easy tax preparation is in April.

May God help each of us to see small changes that we can make today that will result in significant, God-pleasing changes in who we are in the future.


I Want One of These!

January 19, 2009

 

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About 20 years ago my brother-in-law in Georgia, who was an Engineer with Lockheed before he retired, built this building next to their house with the help of his son, Mark , and future son-in-law, Roy. 

When we were recently visiting there, and staying in the apartment upstairs, Roy told me that helping BIL build this all-purpose building was one of his first memorable experiences with the interesting guy who was going to be his father-in-law.  Roy was just in his early 20’s and about to marry BIL’s daughter, when  BIL made him an offer he couldn’t refuse.  He told Roy that if he would help build this all-purpose building, BIL would then help build a house for the newlyweds.  Roy agreed, not only because he would get help building his new home, but because he liked his future father-in-law and brother-in-law, so he was sure it would be fun to work with them. 

Roy said that he had never helped build anything  this big before, but even he was pretty sure you should have a blueprint.  So, he was totally shocked when the way they built it was each day when they started to work, BIL would show Mark and Roy a plan for that day’s construction that he had sketched the previous evening on a piece of notebook paper!  Twenty years later, and Roy is still amazed at the great structure that was the result (and at all he learned about construction from his fly-by-the-seat-of-your-pants engineer father-in-law while building it).

On the ground floor, besides the two-car garage, there’s also a storage area.  Upstairs, there is a complete one-bedroom apartment, including even a washer and dryer, and a large separate room that was originally planned for storage.  But that room has now become “the dining room” for family get-togethers because, with five children, spouses, grandchildren and great-grandchildren, their family now numbers about 30.

p1000230   By the way, since the family were going to have Christmas dinner in the meeting room, and it’s a very basic room with no architectural interest, two of the daughters got together and made this “fireplace” to add to the “atmosphere.”  I thought it was very clever. 

So, in conclusion, we had a great time staying in the apartment, and I’ve told Hubby I’d like for him to build a building   j.u.s.t  l.i.k.e  t.h.i.s  in our back yard.  Think of the storage!  And how great would it be to have a totally separate apartment to offer guests when they visited?  I just “covet” (yeah, I know you’re not supposed to do that) all that space.  But, when I say I want one, Hubby just smiles.  I know what that means.  It’s not going to happen (for one thing, it would realllly screw up our view of the lake!).  But, I can still wish.


She is with Jesus, and Jesus is with Me

January 18, 2009

 

Occasionally my friend Linda leaves a particularly wise comment on a blog I have written.  She should really write her own blog, but until she does, I will occasionally share one of those comments with you.

Linda left the following comment on my post There She Goes, Here She Comes.  I love the mental picture she draws, and I hope if someone is mourning the lose of a loved one they will find it comforting. 

. . . I often think back to a time when a dear couple in our church were parted by death. The husband, speaking of his wife’s home going, said “Mary is with Jesus, and Jesus is with me.” It gave me a mental picture of Jesus walking with them, the man on one side of the Lord and the woman on the other.

We feel grief when we are separated from a loved one at death, even though we know that we will be reunited in Heaven later if we are both trusting in Christ’s sacrifice to pay the penalty for our sins.

I can’t help thinking that the Father must have felt a similar sense of loss when He was separated from His Son during Jesus’ time on earth, even though there was the expectation that they would be reunited at the completion of the Son’s mission on earth.

Wise words, Linda.  Thank you for sharing them.


I Humbly Accept these Awards

January 17, 2009

 

Mrs. 4444 at Half Past Kissin’ Time (my all-time favorite name for a blog) has given me this award.   Thank you so much, Mrs. 4444.  I appreciate it very much.

And, my lovely daughter, Jenny at Chased by Children has given me one too!  Thank you, daughter of mine.  You are special and so is receiving this award.

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Sorry, Mickey, but Mice are NOT cute!

January 16, 2009

 

While catching up on some of my favorite blogs today, I read this post by Carla at Four by Forty about her cat Griffen and his “mouse duties.”

Warning:  If you are easily upset by the real-life adventures of living in a house where there are mice, DO NOT READ ANY FURTHER!  Or, just drop down to my last post and read about outhouses.  (Now that I’ve said that, I’m thinking, “Is this what my life has come to?  Blogging about icky mice and old outhouses?  How pathetic.”)

Anyway, reading Carla’s post made me think about our mouse problem in the old farmhouse, and a couple of unusual happenings.  Twice we found dead mice in unusual places.  Once, we found one floating in a toilet (with a closed lid).  Gross, I know, but I warned you.

The other time, Hubby and I came home from an evening out and found a dead mouse laying in the middle of the kitchen floor, not close to anything — not even under a light fixture or the ceiling fan.  The dog was in the kennel outside and we had not put out any poison, so we have no idea what happened to him.  I’m assuming he just got old and croaked mid-stride while crossing our kitchen floor!  At least he gave us the courtesy of not dying inside a wall like some of his kissin’ cousins did on occasion.  I won’t even go there!

I’ve mentioned before some of the specific conveniences I appreciate since we moved to this much newer house 5 years ago — especially an attached garage and even heat in all rooms, but I would just add to that how thankful I am that we now live in a house with NO MICE! 

One other memory about mice.  Our first house was an old one too, but in town.  I was baking in the kitchen one evening and just caught a glimpse of a tail going under a cabinet, and I freaked out!  Hubby immediately went to the nearby grocery and got a mouse trap, but by the time we went to bed, it hadn’t been caught yet.  I knew that for sure, because I faithfully checked the trap about every two minutes.  So, I told Hubby I just didn’t think I could go to bed knowing that wild animal was loose in our house!  Gunny was a baby then.  What if it attacked the baby!

Hubby, always thinkin’, put my mind at rest.  He told me that mice couldn’t climb steps (our bedrooms were upstairs).  Ahh, okay, then I could at least sleep in peace if I didn’t have to worry about it coming upstairs.  I know, I know — young and dumb.  But, hey, it worked. 

I don’t remember how long it was before I found out that mice, in fact, could get  a.n.y.w.h.e.r.e  t.h.e.y  w.a.n.t.e.d  in a house through the walls.  But, I do know that Hubby’s quick thinking allowed me to sleep well that night.

Ignorance doesn’t just equal bliss.  Sometimes it equals sleep too!