Archive | September, 2010

So…

22 Sep

…I picked up a hitch hiker today.

Kind of.

I know, I  never thought I’d do such a thing either.

It was a God thing.  I’m sure of it.

I was leaving the mall today, and decided to take a different route.  A last minute/split second decision.  Just as I pulled up to the intersection, “Hmmm, I’ll go straight instead of turning right.”  No real rhyme or reason to it.

As I pulled across the intersection and zigzagged my way to the next driveway out, I saw a woman getting ready to cross.  I backed up my car to give her enough room and she waved.  I thought she was thanking me until she got closer and motioned that she had a question.  I rolled down my window expecting to give directions, and she completely caught me off guard.  “Can you drive me to the courthouse?”  Ummm.  I looked at my passenger seat, looked back at Judah, and looked down the street to the direction of the courthouse.  My mind raced for an excuse, but as I looked back at her, my mouth just blurted out, “sure.”  As she walked over to the passenger door I was thinking, “What the heck did I just do?  Oh my gosh!  At least she looks harmless.  Oh well, I’ve had a good life.”  Yeah, I thought that too.  I’m weird that way.  She barely could climb up into my big momma car, and half out of breath, she thanked me for agreeing to give her a ride.

The music was on in the car.  Thank goodness.  “What do we talk about?  Do I introduce myself?  Should I ask why she is headed to the courthouse?”  Judah was hardly concerned about this stranger in the car, but rather asked me to turn up the music.  The Broadway soundtrack of Annie the musical.   I explained to the woman what we were listening to, and she said, “That’s pretty sophisticated for a boy his age.”  So then I explained why we were listening to Annie and about his older sisters and their participation in the show.  She asked about the show, and Haven and we got closer to the courthouse.  She again thanked me for the ride, explaining that she is disabled and had been waiting for the bus for an hour.  I told her (and now I can’t believe that I did) that she didn’t look very threatening so I wasn’t too worried.  She replied that she was so bogged down with her two bags she was carrying that she wouldn’t be fast enough to do anything.  Yo boy.  I mean, she was wearing flip flops with socks on.  I can hardly walk like that let alone try and commit a crime or car jack anyone.  Not that I’ve tried.

All together she was in the car for less than 5 minutes.  We were that close.  As I pulled into the parking lot, she really seemed to be getting comfortable talking, and I probably could’ve talked  for awhile longer myself.  (But then, I’m a talker.)  😉 She said thank you and good bye, and told Judah good bye as well, and was off.

I felt so weird driving away.  I was happy that I was able to help her.  I was relieved that she was fairly normal and nothing bad happened.  I didn’t really know how to act afterward.  So, I prayed.  Just kinda talked to God about it.

So, how to you call your mom, husband or sister and say, “So, I just gave this stranger a ride in my car.”?  You blog about it and wait for them to comment.  🙂

And don’t worry.  She didn’t have her thumb out or anything.  I’m not gonna be making this a habit.  It was just a God thing for today.

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Loads

21 Sep

Of laundry, that is.

I did my laundry yesterday.

I always wonder how many loads do families normally do?

Mine?  Usually 5-7.  Is that a lot?  Sounds like it.  But I usually am only doing the laundry every 7-10 days.

I sort them by whites, middles, darks, denim, light gentle cycle, dark gentle cycle.  Oh look, that’s only 6.  So that’s how many I did yesterday.

What I discovered yesterday was disturbing to me.  I hate the whites load.  It haunts me.  All of those socks to sort through and match and fold.  Uck!  It’s been so nice with summer around, and flip flops.  But now that school’s back in session my whites load has tripled.  There are soooo many socks to fight with.

Not only socks, but I have these now too.

Isn’t it exciting?

It is around here.  Lots of M&Ms and stickers and singing and clapping.  A couple of accidents here and there, but we’re on the right track.

I suppose I shouldn’t complain about these in the laundry.  As Martha would say, “It’s a good thing.”

It’s that time again…

17 Sep

Birthday time.

Time to celebrate my sister’s birthday.

She’s a whole year older today.

Time to celebrate my surprise arrival to my parents today.

I’m also a whole year older today.  (If you haven’t heard the story yet, do tell.  I can share.  I’m certain the four readers I have are familiar with it.)

Time to “celebrate” my blog’s existence.  Today is my blog’s birthday too.  It’s a whole  four years that I’ve had this thing.  I actually like to go back through my archives and see what my life was like 4 years ago.  Kinda neat. (Thanks, Ben.)

So, one big fat HAPPY BIRTHDAY, to all of those babies born out of the love of the holidays. 😉 September is a good month.

Back at it

15 Sep

Back at the routine, the schedule, the early mornings.

(Although the boy gets up early regardless of the day)

Back at Haven.  Our ‘arts academy’ where the girls get their drama on.  This year’s fall show?  ANNIE!  And I have four members of my family involved.  Sarah will be playing Molly, Esther will be July, and Abigail earned the part of Annie.  The fourth member of my family?  That would be Buddy.  Our dog.  He will attempt the role of Sandy.  Oh my.  We shall see.

Back at school.  Three girls in school.  Three different start times.  Awesome.  And back at the homework.  Middle school homework.  Yeah.

Back at just being the boy and me for the day.  It’s been nice.  It’s weird, but still nice.  Especially when nap time comes.  🙂

Back at trying to get and keep the house in some sort of order.  Seems like a never ending job.  But it’s my job, and I do enjoy it.  Especially, when I can get at it without interruption.  Like the other day when I purged toys and books without a whimper, whine, or wince.  Because they weren’t here, and the boy was napping.  🙂  Good times!

So, gettin’ back at it.  Back at blogging too.  Gonna try anyway.  I’m potty training the boy right now, so we’re staying close to home.  🙂  And hopefully back to getting crafty too.  Libby and Mindy keep me motivated in that area.  🙂  Thanks, gals.

Now – back at it!

Birthday Bread

9 Sep

It’s my man’s birthday today.  9-9

He loves most all baked goods.  Especially if they include cinnamon.

Lately, he’s been talking highly of his momma’s cinnamon toast.

Coincedentally, Pioneer Woman also talked about cinnamon toast.

That’s what he had for Father’s Day.

But then, Pioneer Woman made this.

And then talked about combining it with this.

So, how can I show my man I love him for his birthday?

Make it!

Oh, wait.  I don’t have a fancy schmancy mixer.   Hey, neither did the “real” pioneer women.

So I used these.

(Yep, that’s what my hand prints look like.)

And I made this.

All by myself, like a big girl.

And I put this on it.

It may not look appetizing, but it’s butter.  Cinnamon-sugar butter.

And he smiled.

And was happy.

A good start to a happy birthday.

I love you, Mr. Cash.