It's that time of year again.
My (probably) favorite children's mission project to support is Operation Christmas Child. Find the drop-off location nearest you on their website.
I hope that I can someday go on a delivery trip and see this amazing program firsthand.
Grab your empty shoe boxes, fill 'em up with good stuff, and bless a child this holiday season.
And Merry Christmas to ya'll, early.
Monday, November 2, 2009
Sunday, November 1, 2009
The Cake, or Next Time Someone Else Can Drive
Last week, we had Dylan and Tiffany's adoption party celebration. After 16 months of waiting to adopt them, 2 months of party planning, (well, really more than that, because I've been planning to plan a party for a very long time!) and a few hours of decorating and cooking, we pulled it off.
Other than knowing we'd get to introduce our new children to some friends we hadn't seen for quite some time, the biggest thing I was excited about was their cake.
When Dylan first came to live with us, he brought one change of clothes, a couple of diapers, and a couple of small trinkets that the police officers involved in the case had given to him. That was all.
When he got to our home, he attached to a small, stuffed Jo-Jo, from Disney's Jo-Jo's Circus very quickly. Jo-Jo went everywhere Dylan went. He played with her so much that her nose wore off, so then he kept her under his pillow all the time so her "broken nose" wouldn't lose more stuffing.
In planning the party, I decided to go with a circus theme, for two reasons:
1. It describes our family perfectly!!
2. I wanted to have a huge Jo-Jo cake made by a local cake artist. (I don't use the term artist lightly...she really does do great work!)
Sunday morning, we skipped church (Shhh!) and spent the morning finishing up for the party, which was beginning at 2 PM. I left the party spot, retrieved the cake, and headed back to the party spot.
The cake was gorgeous. Perfect. Jessica did a WONDERFUL job.
(Photo courtesy of a very smart cake maker named Jessica, since I didn't get one with it looking like this!)
This trip, half-way across our small town, should take approximately 1.3 minutes, although we do have a double train track, so it sometimes takes longer. There were no trains during this trip. And apparently, I was trying to shorten the time to 1.1 minutes, because my foot slipped off the brake pedal. This, of course, caused me to hit the brakes again, a little too hard...
Yeah, you know what happens next...
I heard it going, reached back to catch it, as it was sliding off my van seats (which had been laid down for this particular excursion)...
Yeah..
Yeah....
Tom managed to salvage Jo-Jo's face, at least. Everybody said "Oh, don't worry about it. The cake tastes fine."
In the great big grand scheme of life, the fact that this cake hit the floor doesn't matter one iota...
Still...
Other than knowing we'd get to introduce our new children to some friends we hadn't seen for quite some time, the biggest thing I was excited about was their cake.
When Dylan first came to live with us, he brought one change of clothes, a couple of diapers, and a couple of small trinkets that the police officers involved in the case had given to him. That was all.
When he got to our home, he attached to a small, stuffed Jo-Jo, from Disney's Jo-Jo's Circus very quickly. Jo-Jo went everywhere Dylan went. He played with her so much that her nose wore off, so then he kept her under his pillow all the time so her "broken nose" wouldn't lose more stuffing.
In planning the party, I decided to go with a circus theme, for two reasons:
1. It describes our family perfectly!!
2. I wanted to have a huge Jo-Jo cake made by a local cake artist. (I don't use the term artist lightly...she really does do great work!)
Sunday morning, we skipped church (Shhh!) and spent the morning finishing up for the party, which was beginning at 2 PM. I left the party spot, retrieved the cake, and headed back to the party spot.
The cake was gorgeous. Perfect. Jessica did a WONDERFUL job.
(Photo courtesy of a very smart cake maker named Jessica, since I didn't get one with it looking like this!)This trip, half-way across our small town, should take approximately 1.3 minutes, although we do have a double train track, so it sometimes takes longer. There were no trains during this trip. And apparently, I was trying to shorten the time to 1.1 minutes, because my foot slipped off the brake pedal. This, of course, caused me to hit the brakes again, a little too hard...
Yeah, you know what happens next...
I heard it going, reached back to catch it, as it was sliding off my van seats (which had been laid down for this particular excursion)...
Yeah..
Yeah....
Tom managed to salvage Jo-Jo's face, at least. Everybody said "Oh, don't worry about it. The cake tastes fine."
In the great big grand scheme of life, the fact that this cake hit the floor doesn't matter one iota...
Still...
Thursday, October 29, 2009
To All Rude People, In Regards to My Daughter's Size
Dear people:
This is mother. Normally, I'm friendly, but today I'm a little irritated with ya'll.
My daughter, while she does have her moments, is generally not a rude person. She would most likely not walk up to you and say things like:
"You're fat."
"You're short."
"You need to eat less."
Because, while those things may all be quite true, she isn't mean. (Unless she's on drugs. Then all bets are off. Mean, or humorous. You decide.
She probably also wouldn't say things like:
"You have on 2 shirts."
"Your clothes match."
"Your hair looks funny."
...or any number of other simple observations...
Because, for one thing, she figures you have a mirror, and you can see these things for yourself, if you bother to use that mirror.
So let me give you some advice.
Shut up!
It's not necessary for you to point out that she's tall, slim, and fashionably dressed.
Oh, and also...
Quit asking me if I feed her.
Or I'm going to punch you.
Sincerely,
Mom
This is mother. Normally, I'm friendly, but today I'm a little irritated with ya'll.
My daughter, while she does have her moments, is generally not a rude person. She would most likely not walk up to you and say things like:
"You're fat."
"You're short."
"You need to eat less."
Because, while those things may all be quite true, she isn't mean. (Unless she's on drugs. Then all bets are off. Mean, or humorous. You decide.
She probably also wouldn't say things like:
"You have on 2 shirts."
"Your clothes match."
"Your hair looks funny."
...or any number of other simple observations...
Because, for one thing, she figures you have a mirror, and you can see these things for yourself, if you bother to use that mirror.
So let me give you some advice.
Shut up!
It's not necessary for you to point out that she's tall, slim, and fashionably dressed.
Oh, and also...
Quit asking me if I feed her.
Or I'm going to punch you.
Sincerely,
Mom
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
Friday, October 9, 2009
Monday, October 5, 2009
Madness
Could we just make it a rule that all the stupid people in Washington have to go live at Guantanamo Bay?
Seriously. Our country is trillions of dollars in debt, and they're worried about THIS???
Oh good grief!
Seriously. Our country is trillions of dollars in debt, and they're worried about THIS???
Oh good grief!
Saturday, October 3, 2009
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