we’re re-renovating
Yeah, I just made up a word. It fits.
When Chad and I bought the house, we gutted it and started over, basically. One of the areas that we did some work on – but not a whole lot – was the kitchen. We painted the cabinets and put up some paintable wallpaper to cover the paneling, and then a few months down the line Chad laid some tile. That’s about it.
So now we’re RE-renovating it. The renovation is going to run us just under $400 (about $100 more than I originally thought, but STILL), and it will include bead board, baseboards, paint, and NEW COUNTERTOPS.
I’m very excited the share pics with you in a few days.
ISO
I’m (yet again) looking for a good cleaning system. So far I haven’t found anything as effective as just making a daily list, but there must be something out there! I’ve been doing Real Simple’s Daily Quick Clean, but it just… doesn’t hit the spot. You know… the domestic diva spot.
I need a SYSTEM.
Any recommendations?
ETA: I think I found one!
a quite accurate observation
This is from a random comment on a blog where a woman had written “her version” of the Ten Commandments, which she felt to be infinitely superior to God’s, as evidenced by the post title of “CDW Writes Better 10 Commandments Than God and It Wasn’t Even Hard.” Interestingly enough, #9 was “No gods at all,” which is quite contradictory when putting forth godlike commandments for the human race.
Anyway, I liked the comment. The commenter had basically gone through and explained how the proposed commandments (with the exception of #9, of course) were, in fact, encompassed in the original ten. She ended it with this:
Which brings it all back to a holy God, who, contrary to the ugly thing Rechelle and others twist his actions and words into, and who could by rights use his holiness to harm us, is so profoundly FOR us that he refuses to allow us to sit in our self-righteous stew and rot. But I guess some people are so mad that they didn’t get to create the world the way they wanted or make people in their own image and tell them how to live that they just can’t see him as anything but a rival. That’s sad and ugly and beneath the human race–IF there’s a God, that is. If there’s not, no worries. But at least argue against God with integrity instead of this cheap caricature crap.
Hammer, meet nail.
growing in God’s Word
Lately I have become more convicted of spending my daily time with God.
I’ve always been convicted in the sense that I knew that I needed to, and even in the sense that I wanted to, but not in the sense of making it a priority to actually make it happen in a purposeful way.
Last week I bought a small spiral-bound book entitled Time With God, a quiet time journal with a built-in reading plan. Then yesterday I downloaded a prayer journal after joining the I Am Second website.
side note: You should really check that site out. The testimonies are amazing.
I want my time with Him to be intentional. Not ticking off a checklist or reading the same way I would read a novel. Taking time, focused and quiet, to allow God to speak to me.
(that “quiet” bit may be a pipe dream)
Because that’s what I’m missing so much. The listening part. Without it I am having a one-sided conversation, and we all know how much those people annoy us.
Life is much different when you let God do some of the talking.
snow days
The past couple of weeks I have had the pleasure of unexpected days with my hubby home. It’s one of the true perks of being a teacher – snow days.
Tennessee doesn’t usually get a lot of snow, but it feels like we’ve gotten more than our fair share recently. Not that I’m complaining. I could be in Philadelphia buried in 50 inches of it. I would probably still be happy, even then. How can a southern girl not love a good snow?
Our boy loved it, too (don’t let his expression fool you).
Today the hubby is back at work, educating young minds and all that jazz. I am here at home sipping some English Breakfast tea. I have a pile of laundry awaiting me, but I just wanted to stop in and say hello.
Hello. 
truth and lies
Do you ever just have terrible days?
I’m feeling that way today. It’s just not a good day, in general.
I wish I didn’t get frustrated so easily. It seems like everyone else in the world just has a switch that they flip, and then they’re back to being their happy-go-lucky selves. Or they have the ability to not let things frustrate them in the first place.
I have neither.
Of course, the first thing that comes to mind is Philippians 4:13. A promise to which I can lay claim.
But it’s hard to do anything through Christ when you feel so very un-Christlike. I suppose that’s how Satan works – taking a truth (because it IS hard) and convincing you that you must succumb to it, turning it into a lie.
Frankly, I have yet to figure out how to defeat him in this arena.
there, in the brush!
Shhhhh… we have a rare sighting of the elusive husband below this post… we don’t want any sudden movements to frighten him away.
My Movie Obsession
I admit it: I love movies. Even if I can’t go to the movies without some rowdy ne’er-do-well punks kicking the seat and talking on their cell phones throughout the entire picture, I still love the idea of the theater experience. Some of my fondest memories from childhood and adolescence were in a movie theater. I know that sounds kinda sad when I say it like that, but those memories are just that potent and positive. I vividly remember the first time I set foot inside a movie theater; it was a double feature: E.T. and Back to the Future. How could you ask for a more epic introduction to the world of cinema? I was five, but I remember it as clearly as my high school graduation.
Well, this year brought along with it a new television (46″ Samsung 1080p mounted on the wall), and Christmas followed with a Blu-Ray player from the in-laws. I have no desire to ever step foot inside a movie theater again. No more loud conversations or confrontations in the theater. I can absorb the wonder of cinema from the comfort of my own couch. Hopefully I can build some memories here at home with Asher that are just as epic as mine were.
A recent trailer I saw online sparked some of that same cinematic awe in me that I remember from those first movie experiences. It’s a Terry Gilliam film, so you know that the visuals are going to be wild, but this preview just blew me away. I cannot wait to see it. It is rare that I get truly excited about an upcoming movie. Here it is:
http://www.apple.com/trailers/sony/theimaginariumofdoctorparnassus/
12:39a
That’s the time. While it’s not unusual for me to be up so late, I’m a bit frustrated with myself. About two hours ago I was actually feeling quite sleepy, and I thought to myself, “Oh, I’ll just check in on CM and facebook and then head to bed.”
HA!
I should know better. It never fails that I will click on a link, which leads to another link, which leads to another, which leads to me stumbling across a blog that I read briefly about a year ago and now absolutely MUST catch up on as so much has happened since then.
And now I’m here.
Hi.
You’ll notice the new look. It figures that the one year I get the tree down promptly on New Year’s Day, I leave the blog Christmas theme up until mid-way through January. It’s fixed now.
Things have been going sort of well around here lately. By “sort of” I mean everything is generally dandy, but Asher has been behaving out of sorts (read: freaking the crap out at random), and it’s taken its toll on both of our stress levels. I find myself getting really angry – not AT Asher, but at this feeling of being at a complete loss as to how to make it better. In MomLand, we call that epic fail. Chad tends to think that Children’s Motrin is the answer. And in all fairness, sometimes it is. But sometimes it isn’t, and with as many meds as Asher takes on a regular basis, I hate giving him yet another one arbitrarily. It’s hard to argue that point when nothing is working, though.
But in general things are good. Asher is inching (millimetering?) closer to crawling every day. I was hoping he would be on the move by his 2nd birthday, but the pessimist in me is thinking we might have to push that goal back to the summer, maybe even fall. The optimist in me thinks it could happen “right on schedule” (our Asher-altered schedule, that is). The realist in me is laughing at both of them because she knows we’re all doing everything we can on our end, and it’s ultimately in God’s hands.
12:53. I’m trying to decide what book to read next, and if I should run myself a hot bath to read it in in hopes of re-attaining my sleepy state. The house is hovering at a barely-tolerable 68 degrees thanks to the Electric Bill From Hell, so the bath is sounding really nice at this point. I finished The Lovely Bones yesterday and need to decide between two $1 books I picked up at BAM the other day. One is about a cop in… Russia? Maybe in the future? I can’t even remember what the other one is about. Hey, they were only a buck. Give me a break.
12:59. Okay, I hunted down the books and it appears I blended their plots. One is about a man interviewing Holocaust survivors in Russia and ending up in an underbelly of sorts. The other is about a cop who ends up in the underbelly of his PD.
I’m going to read the one about the cop because it’s a signed copy, and… well… that just makes it a little cooler.
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