Understanding Our Underwear

I serve on the Administration team at BSF. This morning, another member was complaining about her pantyhose. When I ran into her, she was on her way to the restroom to wrestle them back into place. It should be called the “wrest-room” ar ar ar.

Now, we ladies have all had this problem, I am not talking about some unknown phenomenon. The REAL question is why do we wear pantyhose at all. Personally? I don’t. Tights are a far superior option in my opinion. I don’t like feeling like a stuffed sausage.

This conversation got me to thinking. Which can often be a wild ride. Why  do we wear things that we hate?

 And that kind of thinking led me directly  to my underwear drawer.   Let me state right here for the record that I am an advocate of wearing the underwear.

  What I was thinking was this. You know how we ladies are very good at rotating things and replacing things that need replacing? We are usually in charge of laundry at our homes, and we have no problem getting rid of things that we don’t particularly like to see on our loved ones, like ripped jeans, underwear that have waistbands that are shot, shirts and socks with holes, hobo pants.  I have bags in the kids bathroom closet, where they can put unloved clothes in so we can donate them.

Here is my question, and it is two-fold. Don’t you have a pair of underwear in your drawer that you hate?

For WHATEVER reason! They may be too big, too tight, ugly color, give you OPL (obvious panty line), too high and stick out of the back of your pants, or low riders l that you feel like you need to pull them up every 3 minutes. And my personal favorite, likes to expose one  cheek. Not two, that would be tacky.

 And you work around them in the drawer all of the time!  They haunt you. You fish over them, under them, take them out by mistake and then PUT THEM BACK. Shove them way  back or under everything, but they just keep rising to the surface to cause you another day of grief. Because you know, you don’t always realize it’s THEM until you are dressed for the day and out the door. Here is the second part of the question.

 Why do we not THROW THEM OUT????

If any of you Gals has ANY idea why we do this, I would like top hear from you. Let’s hear some chatter.

On a side note, I feel I must offer our sincere congratulations  to LeeAnn for winning Project Runway!  We loved Korto as well and would have been equally as happy had she won. So basically, our motto was “ANYONE BUT KENLEY”, which I stole from Shannon.

Also, we are leaving tomorrow morning for our Capri Weekend Extravaganza in Virginia at Mrs. Schmenkmans house. So I may not be able to post. Because I will be shopping. And eating. And talking. I will if I can, cause you never know when you might feel a post coming on. Have a great weekend and I’ll talk to you next week!

Fall Favorites

 Just a few of the things I am loving at the moment.

 This was my birthday present from The Ab-Cat. It is a perfect sized mug for my morning Chai. I love it and I love her!

I REALLY needed a replacement for my other favorite mug. It was the College 08 series from Target. I had another that broke in a strange way also. If you bought one? TAKE IT BACK! They are a hazard to your health!!

 Leaves gathered on my walk this morning. That God, He’s full of creative ideas.

My favorite sedum. I think their name is Autumn Joy, how fitting.

The Boy gave Little Goomba a new “do”. I think he’s channeling Elvis. Or a Flock of Seagulls.

I am getting ready to leave with the other Capri’s for our Fall Weekend Fiesta in Virginia on Friday morning. It’s at Mrs. Schmenkmans house. I am VERY excited!

We will have a swell time eating, and shopping and talking, you know, the usual.

And when I return, I will have the ABSOLUTE  joy of visiting our NEW Homegoods, that is opening this Sunday. Sigh, I have no words!

What Shoe Are You?

http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofshoeareyouquiz/results/?result=Clogs

 

You Are Clogs
You are a solid and down to earth person.
You seek – and almost always achieve – a really sound balance in your life.You are stylish yet comfortable. Mellow but driven. Excited yet calm.
You are the perfect mesh of contradictions.No matter what happens, you have the ability to stay well grounded in your life.
People know that they can truly depend on you.You should live: In EuropeYou should work: At a company dedicated to helping the world  

 

 

 

 I ACTUALLY wear these!!! The first part seems acceptable, but the last two? Not so much.

I don’t want to live in Europe, and not that I wouldn’t want to be dedicated to helping the world, but I don’t want to work right now.

Oh, and I have no idea what that symbol means. Can anyone help a girl out?

Meet Darwin

The Boy and his friend Elyk have embarked on a journey together. They have co-sponsored a child through World Vision.

They both work at Family Christian Bookstore. The store always has an opportunity available for people to be a part of this helpful organization. And they decided to be a part of it.

They chose Darwin from Ecuador. He is three. They thought he was so cute.

 The Ab-Cat thought that maybe they chose him because he looked grumpy, and they wanted to make sure he would get picked. He does look a bit grumpy. Maybe he is just shy.

I am very proud of these boys. I know I sure wasn’t as aware of the world around me when I was 17. And it would have never occurred to me to give up my spare money to make sure that a child in Ecuador had dinner, or healthcare, or some education.

So, let me introduce you to Darwin, bless his little heart.

Potent Quotable

Have courage for the great sorrows of life and patience for the small ones. And when you have finished your daily task, go to sleep in peace. God is awake.    Victor Hugo

I’m Trying, Folks

Seriously, I’ve got nothing. Now that I have waxed poetic on our snacking tendencies, the tank is empty.

I saw this on another blog, so I will again do what I do best. Copy.

FIVE RANDOM/STRANGE THINGS ABOUT YOURSELF

This shouln’t be too difficult. I think I have mentioned before that I am NOTHING, if not random, or strange.

1. Mousey is sitting here eating a bowl of cereal and I asked her how I might be strange or random. She said “when we are driving in the car, and talking about something, then you see something else, like a puppy, or a squirrel, and have  to tell us about it, in the middle of the conversation. And then go right back to the other conversation”      Well who doesn’t do that?

Mousey says:

 This is Mousey i just hijacked the writers chair. OK, right when we were having a conversation about not knowing what we had for dinner last night, Mum had to blurt out ” omigawsh, smell these Kleenex, I think they were sitting on some candles or something”. Which automatically proved my point in “strange random things” number uno. I had to write this for her because she was laughing too hard.

2. When the kids come into the house, I greet them with “hello, go wash your hands”. Because I don’t want the cooties of the world in our house! And you know, they touch things. All the time. And that grosses me out to no end.

I have perfected the art of leaving a restroom using a paper towel, so as not to touch the door handle. Or using my knuckles or elbow or the back of my hand to do simple tasks. I do it naturally, without thinking. I’m sure no one would ever notice.

The one most on board with this quirk is The Boy. We wash our hands everywhere we go. We have our favorite soap smells.  We actually discuss who has soap smells we like. His favorite is U of M Hospital soap. My personal preference is Arby’s. And our powder room, Vanilla Brown Sugar.  I’m so glad I could pass this quirk on. It’s good to have a companionable quirk.

3. Honey could tell you that I have a small  window of opportunity to be fed. And then I turn into a horrifically crabby  BEAST. I get a splitting  headache and feel sick. This never causes me a bit of problem in my everyday life. Cause I am in control of my own eating. It usually only rears it’s UGLY head when we are on vacation, or when Honey is holding me hostage to HIS schedule. He could go all day without eating. Even if he said he was hungry hours ago.

I can be “thinking about eating”, or “getting peckish” and it would be ok. But if I am hungry? He has learned that is NOT the time to drive around looking for that certain place that he can’t quite  remember where it is. Or try and find the “voted Orlando’s best pizza” in a driving rainstorm/ thunder and lightning display. OR not want to stop, because he is not ready yet. I guess you could say he has learned this lesson the hard way. Having actually MET the Beast, on numerous occasions.

I was having a conversation with my Folks last week and they said that my Grandma Georgia was the same way! Another companionable quirk!

4. I am an advocate of personal space. I don’t like to sit too close to people. If I can smell them, it’s too close. I don’t like to talk to people that are thisclose to my face. Ever. Step AWAY.

I don’t want to make myself appear to have a phobia about this, cause I don’t. I can touch and be touched by others, can give and receive a hug. And we are known gerbils at my house, all piled up together on the couch. Just want to clarify  that.

5. I can remember all the words to every song I EVER learned. And it is taking up way too much space in my brain. I need to find the delete button. Cause I can’t even remember what I had for breakfast yesterday.

 A lot of that 70’s and 80’s music could go. As well as jr. high choir songs. Just ask Mrs. Scmenkman. I launch into “Oh, Shenandoah” every time I visit her and we drive over it. EVERY STINKIN TIME!

I have no need for the entire catalogue of Beatles material. I could keep the ones I especially like and get rid of the rest. TV theme songs? Not necessary for my quality of life. It could go on and on.

So there you have it. A short  list of my random/strangeness.

I will invite you to either tell me something random/strange about yourself, OR you may add your observation to the collection of random/strange about me. Please be kind.

My OWN Personal Catnip

I was telling you the other day about Honey’s catnip. Now I will share mine.

The Meijer brand are the BEST!

Both have no nutritional value and are not highly recommended on the low carb lifestyle I try  to live.

But it doesn’t seem to stop me. And heaven knows I JUST CAN”T STOP!

I Named it Mark

Today is not an anniversary. That sounds festive.

But it is the remembrance of a day. Even remembrance sounds fondly sentimental.

How about a marker day?  Because that is what it really is. A day that marks the end of one kind of life and the beginning of another. Not really one to celebrate, but one that is recognized.

Thirteen years ago today was one of those kind of days. It marked our family. When someone from the other side of the freeway hits you almost head on, it’s going to leave a mark. But one of us still deals with the fallout in a daily, physical way. From her wheelchair.

I have been having some conversations with a friend, Shannon, who has been feeling, in her words, ”schmoopy”. I call it being in a funk. She is missing her Mom, and this is the time of year that reminds her of the illness and the grief of losing her. What we were discussing was how it always catches us off guard. The schmoop, or funk, or depression. Whatever you want to call it. And she said

” grief sometimes sneaks up on you until you name it”

And that is exacty what it is. Every mid September, I start the funk. By the beginning of October, I am asking myself, what is wrong  with you? Then I flip the calendar.  And my mind remembers what my heart cannot forget. Every year it still catches me unaware. Maybe I should put it on the calendar. At least I could name it. Earlier.

In a way, I am actually thankful that God gathers most of the sorrow into these few weeks in the fall. It makes it easier to live the rest of the year.

Some years have been better than others. God has often been very good to keep me busy on this day. One year He  kept my mind off it with my Dad’s prostate cancer surgery AND The Boy broke his wrist in such a way that required surgery with plates and screws. That was the 10 year “marking”. And do you know what?  I was ok with that. Because that year was going to be a bad one, I could feel it coming longer  than usual.

 We marked that day back at the U of M Hospital, the scene of the original day. Where all of our close personal Dr. and Nurse friends live. A place that we frequent regularly.  Where we run into people that we know in the cafeteria, where I know the outpatient surgery nurse and an ER nurse from my discussion groups at BSF,  where we totally  know our way around. And in a strange way, that maybe only some families would understand, it was a little comforting.

This week in our Bible study, we were at the tail end of the Israelites enslavement. In Exodus 2 it said:

 23 … The Israelites groaned in their slavery and cried out, and their cry for help because of their slavery went up to God. 24 God heard their groaning and he remembered his covenant with Abraham, with Isaac and with Jacob. 25 So God looked on the Israelites and was concerned about them.

Our question asked what were the 4 verbs that tell us what God did in response to their cry for help? The answer was, He heard, remembered, looked and was concerned.

I think Shannon and I both took that to heart. The crying out to God?  That is familiar. And God’s response? Wow, that is personal.  For them, for her, and for me.

The next question asked if we needed  that kind of response from God about something that is unbearable to us. My answer was, “it would be nice”. 

Just knowing that He hears my cries, remembers His promises to me, and is concerned about what concerns me? That can make all the difference in how I am able to go forward.

A dear woman that we know from BSF lost her son tragically several years ago. She knows all about crying out to God. And she has a little ism  she uses. It’s “He knew, and He knows”.

Everything we go through has a purpose, a reason. We may never know why this side of heaven. I know God doesn’t owe me an explanation. Sure, there will always be questions. Would’a, could’a, shoulda’s.  I seriously doubt my questions bother the GOD OF THE UNIVERSE. He never said that life would be easy, or always good. As a matter of fact, what He said was that we would have trouble. ( John 16:33)

So, if I believe  that He loves us, and that He works all things  together for our good, and that He knows  the plans He has for us, plans to prosper us and not to harm us, plans to give us hope and a future (Jer. 29:11), then I have to believe  that everything that happened 13 years ago was not a surprise to Him. It wasn’t a mistake, He didn’t forget to pay attention.  I can’t pick and choose what I want to accept.  I believe that God’s Word is true. All of it.

“Be joyful in hope, patient in affliction, faithful in prayer”  Romans 12:12

Sounds like a good plan to me. And hopefully  that joy  will be back soon.

She’s a Helper

Potent Quotable

Worry does not empty tomorrow of its sorrow; it empties today of its strength. — Corrie Ten Boom

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