Saturday, January 31, 2009
Thursday, January 29, 2009
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
But when I clicked to the next bit of advice, I missed the headline entirely. There, smiling at me from my computer screen was my look-alike.
No, not her. He-he-he! ;)
Maybe I'm crazy. You know how sometimes you hear your own voice on an answering machine or a videotape, and you're shocked that the person speaking is actually you? I had that strange, out of body feeling looking at this woman. Does she look like me? I asked my hubby and he thinks so. Hmmm. I realize we're hardly twins, but there is a definite resemblance. I'd like to meet her on the street someday...
Anyway, how about you? Do you have a look alike? Have you ever met her (or him)? What about a celebrity look alike? Aaron has always told me that I remind him of Jenna Elfman. Remember Dharma & Greg? I don't get the connection, but it's pretty strong to him. Maybe I just need colored contacts. I've always wanted to be a brown-eyed girl! :)
Sunday, January 25, 2009
Although I inherited a fast metabolism, I've always tried to be active and eat well. After all, my body is a temple, right? But these days, activity for me translates into chasing my boys (I clock hours every day quite literally doing exactly that), and eating well means two big slices of supreme pizza when what I really want is three. Eh, not bad. I figured I was doing pretty good for myself.
Friday, January 23, 2009
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
Anyway, I have about a hundred things I'd like to blog about, but I'd better keep it short. I have a ridiculous amount of emails to sift through and not a lot of time. So, here's what I'm going to do. I'm going to leave you with a recipe (less internet time has turned me into a quasi domestic goddess) and a question. The recipe is for my new favorite dessert: sticky toffee spoon cake. Forget the New Year's resolutions and indulge a little! And the question is a ploy to help me better organize my time while I'm internet-less. My next blog will be about what you want to read. Leave a comment!
Sticky Toffee Spoon Cake
¾ cup butter
¾ cup dark brown sugar
3 tbsp. golden syrup
2 eggs, beaten
½ cup self-rising flour
1 pinch salt
1. Preheat oven to 350. Grease 4 ramekins. Heat ¼ cup butter, ¼ cup sugar, and syrup in a pan over low heat until smooth. Pour the sauce equally into the ramekins. Melt the rest of the butter and sugar in a pan. Remove from heat. Cool for 10 minutes. Mix in eggs.
2. Sift flour and salt into a large bowl. Make a well in the center. Pour in melted mixture and stir until combined. Spoon into ramekins.
3. Bake for 20 minutes or until springy to the touch. Run a knife around the edge. Carefully turn onto a large plate. Serve with toffee sauce and whipped cream.
¼ cup butter
¼ cup heavy cream
½ cup packed brown sugar
What should I blog about next? Another of my favorite recipes? The Moment Between news? My New Year's Resolutions? My (idiotic) participation in Get Fit Iowa? You decide. :)
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
SYDNEY — Position: Island caretaker. Duties: Lazing around Australia's Great Barrier Reef for six months. Salary: $105,000.
The "island caretaker" will be expected to stroll the white sands, soak up the sun, snorkel the reef, "maybe clean the pool" — and report to a global audience via weekly blogs, photo diaries and video updates.
Monday, January 12, 2009
Writing weird, random posts. Happy Monday!
Saturday, January 10, 2009
Thursday, January 8, 2009
Tuesday, January 6, 2009
Monday, January 5, 2009
Anyway, just thought I'd share. I love being introduced to a new artist--thought you might, too.
From one of my favorite songs: Forgive Me
oh, my God
how you make it hard
not to pick the apple
pick the apple
and how I long to give it back
and I was on shaky land
lost and not sure
I opened my hand
and she held it like sinking sand
but all, all, all of my light is for you
home, home's anywhere you are too
so take this one fallen man on his knees
saying please, forgive me
Thursday, January 1, 2009
But, like I said, this Christmas season granted me a deep awareness of the One Who Is. I think he knew I needed him.
The first time I felt God this season coincided with the first time I held my new nephew in my arms. My brother and his wife have been waiting to adopt domestically for nearly eighteen months. And less than ten days before Christmas, their little son was finally born. He's beautiful and perfect and tiny. My baby (who is definitely no longer the baby of the family) thinks that his new cousin is Jesus. That might border on sacrilege, but since he's two we'll let him get away with it. In fact, I'll welcome the comparison because for a few seconds as I held my new nephew and kissed his sweet, soft head, I felt the weight of all God did and the depth of his love for us and the beauty of the grace that he so freely gives press on me so heavy that I swear I caught a glimpse of heaven. It was breathtaking.
The second time I felt God was on Christmas morning in church. My husband and I were blessed to go to a more traditional church in town where the sound of the organ so transported me back to my youth I had trouble singing all the beautiful hymns around the knot in my throat. It was lovely. But it wasn't in the songs or the sermon that I was so moved. It was in the lighting of the Christ candle. The woman who rose to light the final advent candle was middle aged with brown curls that were beginning to gray and a pretty purple pantsuit that fit her just so. She walked slowly to the front of church and took the long, lit matchstick from the pastor with solemn grace. Usually, I watch the candle, not the candle lighter, but for some reason my eyes were drawn to her on Christmas morning. She was radiant. She grinned as she lit the candle, and when she blew out the match she watched the smoke rise with such expectation I believe she caught a glimpse of heaven. After church we happened to walk out together and I couldn't stop myself from telling her that she did a wonderful job. She hugged me like we were long lost friends, and I understood without a doubt that God does have a very special place in his heart for people with Downs Syndrome. So do I. She was gorgeous. Illuminating.
Anyway, as we head into 2009 I have a wish for for you (and me). I wish you peace. The sort of deep, ineradicable peace that is steadying against whatever storms your coming year may hold. The sort of peace that keeps you watching, even expecting the next moment when the veil will be pulled back and you will feel a touch of holiness as real as a hand on your cheek. I know I'm being a sentimental shmuck, but I have a whole new year to crust those jagged edges around me again. I like starting fresh in January, and I like it that God continues to peel back those layers and find the woman inside. She still believes in it all.
Grace and peace to you in the coming year.