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Thursday, November 06, 2008

Thu, 06 Nov 2008 00:15:14 GMT

Today I realized that little kids make even walking down the hall look fun.

Saturday, May 03, 2008

Sat, 03 May 2008 23:43:55 GMT

Today's 5K results:

16th overall
3rd female
1st in my age group (female)
23.53.95 (0.37 under my target, 0.52 under last year's time at this event, and only 0.18 longer than my personal record)

What I'm upset at myself for: letting those two high school girls pass me. If I hadn't, I would have been female champion and landed a personal record in the effort to keep them behind me (it would have helped to know I was leading the pack).

What a great day. I love race day.

Monday, April 14, 2008

Mon, 14 Apr 2008 00:23:50 GMT

My incredibly smooth life has been somewhat tumultuous of late. Tumultuous means being out of school for the middle half of the day to be at the doctor with my sister. Tumult is decidedly upon me when, within one week, I skip a day and a half of work (a rarity, for those who don't know me) because I'm sick. Tumultuousness consists of running someone to the ER at 11:30 PM. Tumult would be a good word for several other, more significant things that have happened within the last week. However, being a sensible person, I keep those off the Internet! (No jumping to conclusions allowed, especially conclusions involving my boyfriend.) Oh, things are still quite smooth in a comparative sense. I'm thankfully for odd tumultuous times, because they are full of opportunities for humility and growth. Additionally, they can be great scope for the imagination!

Other things remain unchanged. Times of fun and silliness with my boyfriend. Crazy little girls at Sunday School. Spending Sunday with friends (today being an abundant example). Random springtime cold spells in Tennessee and covering the baby plants and praying that God won't freeze (or even frost) "everything" to death this year. Taking hot fresh bread with its beautiful golden brown crust out of the oven.

Life is good. I pity anyone who doesn't know it.

Thursday, April 03, 2008

Thu, 03 Apr 2008 00:43:06 GMT

Those who know me, please notice the removal of my name. Precautionary measures, yes.

Well, my horticultural diversions are advancing. My green peas have poked their little botanical heads out of the soil, as have the beets. I can't really tell if I've got anything else coming up. Currently there are plants starting in miscellaneous containers in the kitchen window. There is cilantro, parsley, rosemary, and I guess the unlabeled one is dill. In front of the house, the daffodils and mum roots have been joined by the sleeping seeds of shasta daisy, zinnia, and forget-me-nots. Along the carport I plan on planting some monkey grass which I removed for some neighbors.

What I accomplished this morning

Thu, 20 Mar 2008 12:28:53 GMT

My garden now contains seeds for peas, beans, beets (Deeper'n'Ever Pie, anyone?), oregano, basil, and lavender. Still to come are rosemary and chives, both of which have to be started indoors....ok, I'm a little late, but no biggie with the long growing season here. There are some onions already growing in the pantry; guess I'll see what they do in the ground. In a few weeks I plan to put in another crop of peas and beans. I might grow some late tomatoes, and probably more beans. Why don't I grow more of the variety that we did at Mom and Dad's? Because I can buy so much of it from the farmers. I'm starting small here and taking care of my neighbors.

Monday, January 21, 2008

Mon, 21 Jan 2008 11:45:10 GMT

This post is in response to Cowboy.

I have lived by those words of Spurgeon so many times since my teens. There is a beautiful paradox in the concept of prayer. God is completely sovereign, but somehow as his children we have the ability to "influence his thinking," so to speak. When we "pray back" his promises we know we are acting within his will, while at the same time presenting to him our deepest (and sometimes not so deep, but still important) needs. I love that word, "importunately." I have something I pray for the same thing every single night . . . over and over and over . . . and I can't think of any other way to say it than the exact same way I've said it several dozen times, but I keep praying knowing that past grace is about as solid as a promise. Here's what I mean by that. The wife of a former pastor at GBC found that remembering and thanking God for his past help with a personal issue was one of the greatest ways to keep that issue from rising in her heart again. It's the same with how we pray. We bring those promises back to God and humbly but boldy tell him we want that promise for ourselves. Then we turn around and thank him for the times he's kept that promise for us and for others we know.

God has some definite ideas about what he wants our prayers to be like. I think using the promises and the past examples of grace in our prayers is a way to doubly fortify the faith with which we present our requests. See James 1:5-8 for the importance of faith in prayer.

Wednesday, January 02, 2008

Wed, 02 Jan 2008 01:43:41 GMT

HAPPY NEW YEAR!

My puppy and I had fun playing in the SNOW tonight.

Jingle Bells, Doggy Smells

Fri, 14 Dec 2007 21:02:05 GMT

Does this rhyme spark the memories of two of my siblings?

When I was a child under the age of 10, there was a dog in the neighborhood which exceedingly annoyed my siblings and I. It was the only dog at the time which made us at all insecure about adventuring. The song continues, "B. (we used a nickname for my brother which I value my life too much to type) had a gun. . . " Anyhow, a dog is hanging around my home and has become similarly irksome. 'Nough said.

I will mention that the gun was a BB gun, and I will leave the rest to imagination of my readers (for the time being).

In other doggy news, my puppy has discovered the wonder of squeaky toys. The first toy I bought her was a ball which squeaks. I thought perhaps the noise would help her cope with the loneliness typically experienced by puppies recently separated from their mother and litter. However, she has not truly enjoyed the qualities of this toy and other that squeak until .... well, within the last week, I'd say. Today I discovered the previously mentioned ball in the grass and began to play fetch with it (another concept she's just grasped since Dec. 1). She would fetch it and then run around squeaking the ball and chasing it when she dropped it. When she was good and ready she would bring it to me and drop it on the ground and look up at me just waiting. Oh yeh....sweet puppiness.

Saturday, November 17, 2007

Sat, 17 Nov 2007 12:18:12 GMT

Yeh. I have a boyfriend who likes to spoil me once in a while. My favorite part of last night was the flowers (potted) that he pulled out at the final moment. I now have red and yellos chrysanthamums (no, I can't spell that).

By the way, I recommend Mr. Magorium's Wonder Emporium to any and everyone.

Saturday, October 27, 2007

Sat, 27 Oct 2007 13:30:57 GMT

My favorite new pic of my puppy: