Your Burning Questions Answered

Good Morning Y'all!

This week went by so quickly!  Or is that just me?  Anyway, I didn't mean to take a blogging break but I did...

So let's get your questions answered!

Michelle at Life with Three asked: 

Would it be off limits to ask about the story behind the tattoo?

Of course not!  It's actually a fun little story.  About six years ago I began to anticipate my eighth wedding anniversary.   One of the ideas I had was to purchase these rings in a matching set for The Mister and I.  At first The Mister said he thought that would be a good idea, but later he came to me and said that he would buy one for me but that he probably wouldn't get one for himself. His excuse was valid. His profession as a Physical Therapist requires lots of work with his hands (and lots of washing) so he preferred not to wear another ring. 

Understanding his dilemma, but not wanting to wear the ring alone, I scrapped the idea.

Just as spring was beginning to bloom we began to make plans to go to Arizona for a visit. The trip landed on our anniversary date, May 13th. 

One night, laying in bed, we were discussing how nice it would be to be vacationing in AZ on our anniversary so we could take advantage of free babysitting at Grannie and Paw's house. As a joke I suggested that in lieu of the rings we should get matching tattoo's of the Song of

Solomon verse.  

To my ABSOLUTE surprise, he agreed, and was actually excited. 

So I did some research and found a tattoo guy in my hometown and on our anniversary we tattooed ourselves with: 

Song of Solomon 2:16 -

My Beloved is mine, and I am his...

(His tattoo, obviously says "I am her's")

So that is how I acquired (what my middle brother refers to as) my Tramp Stamp. For the record, The Mister would like it to be noted that he did NOT get his tattoo on the small of his back. His is on his left arm.  

(About the picture: My "baby" brother Dan, who wears a tattoo himself, stopped by while we got our tats. That is him looking on in the pic.)

The finished project.  (The Mister didn't get the flower symbol either.) 

Jen with 1 "n" (my real-life friend, and fellow shoe afficianado) asks:

Are those black patent leather dansko clogs I saw on your feet in the photo on the last blog post??!!!! 

Yes, Jen with 1 "n", they are!!!  And thank you so much for noticing!!! Although, its totally like you to notice details. Here's the story....

While Trick or Treating with the kids, a woman opened her door and had this huge bowl of all my favorite candy. However I was instantly drawn to the beautiful shiny shoes she was wearing. Of course I complemented her on them and she informed me of their make and model. 

I OBSESSED about these shoes for weeks, calling stores around town to see if they had my very large size shoes in stock. They didn't. Finally, I found them at Nordstroms.  

My mom had given me a nice chunk of change for my birthday. So essentially, they were from my mom. 

Buying these shoes brought me back thirty years to that first pair of black patent leather shoes my mom bought for me at the old department store, Diamonds. Do any of you remember that store?  

It just goes to show that a girl never outgrows her love for shiny shoes.

BTW, if you are interested Dansko is holding a contest for a free pair of shoes.

And last, but certainly not least, meh of Biding My Time asks:

 If you had to, which would you give up: blogging or coffee? Can't wait to hear...and you HAVE to choose one or the other. 

First, I must tell you that meh (and Jen with 1 "n"), are real-life friends who tend to ask me the hardest questions. They are the gals who keep me honest. But really, meh, isn't this question a little harsh? ;)

All jokes aside, of course, I would give up coffee. (Did I just type that?)

If there is one thing I have learned in my life, its that relationships are far more important than any thing. This blog has served as a means to keep up with old friends and establish new friends. I could live without coffee (although I am grateful I don't have to!), but I couldn't live without my peeps (especially those who ask ridiculous questions).

With that said, I guarantee that after a few days of blogging without java you would be throwing coffee beans at me. 

Thanks for playing guys!  Have a great weekend!

Random Thoughts From Kellie's Brain

The kids are taking a test. I have thirty minutes to type at you. Which means this post will probably not be re-read, spell checked, or even interesting. 

It will be random, and assuredly light-weight.

- It is raining here for the bagillionth day in a row. I need some dry ground and some sunshine.

- Puppy training in the rain, day and night, is exceptionally trying.

- Speaking of puppy training, the night before last after Sophie had done her "biz-ness" at 2:30am, I sleepily trudged up the stairs.  Only I missed the second to the last step and fell down hard on my knee. However it has been my lower back that has been barking ever since.

- Oh! The sun just popped out! Hooray!

- I had mentioned here that The Mister bought me an "illegal" Christmas present after we had decided to not exchange.  I am so glad he did!  He bought me this. I have wanted it for so long now!  

- I miss Chex Mix.  OF all the cookies and candies and treats I made over the holidays I consumed Chex Mix in massive quantities. As a matter of fact, I gave more than half of my cookies and mix away, but I still have DOZENS of cookies and baked goods in the freezer. The Mix? Completely out. Rats! I use this recipe. 

- I am usually a "sweet" girl. Not a "salty" girl.

- Janel of DandylionDayz emailed me and asked how the puppy training was going? I wrote back early this morning and told her that it was going pretty well, and that we hadn't had too many accidents.  Since that email, the puppy has peed on the kitchen floor 4 times.

-The sun just left again.

- At this very moment I am completely caught up in laundry. Perhaps it is the emotional out burst I had on Sunday afternoon.  I actually cried y'all. Which is weird for me.  

- I should have emotional outbursts more often.  They are quite productive.

-For those of you who played the One Word challenge,  I am still thinking of One Word that I want to be my focus in the coming year. If I have to keep it all year, I want it to be the right one.

- I am still sending Christmas Cards....there are about 5 or 6 people who were on the list, but I didn't have updated addresses for. There are some that are going to end up with an e-card because I ordered them without consulting THE LIST. So I didn't order enough. I kept telling myself I'd "get to" the last few cards, and i haven't "gotten there" yet.  

- I have had a few people ask about True Campaign and if I will be writing anymore about it. The answer is that I hope to in the future.  We have gone through so much change in the last four months that my head is still sort of spinning. I thought about writing my thoughts between Thanksgiving and the New Year (which can be a difficult time for those with food/body issues) but the days just got filled up and I didn't take the time to sit down and write out any cohesive thoughts. If you read this blog because you found me through True, I have not forgotten about you! 

- I think my time is up. But one last thing....

- On New Years Day I posted my 800th post! Can you believe it? I am sorry I missed it! To celebrate I am going to go on a Blogger's Limb and do something I have never done before: open up the blog to questions you have wanted to ask. If there are questions you have just been DYING to know, but you are waiting for an invitation...ask away and I will try to post answers by The Weekend.

La Vida Dulce!

Lunch, and Good News

In my quest to be productive in my New Year, I have failed to mention what I did on the first day of 2009.

As I have mentioned on this blog a time or two, I enjoy lunch with a friend. For the record, I like having dinner, or coffee with a friend too. It's just that lunch is kind of fun, being right in the middle of the day and all. 

I have group of friends here in NC. We like to call ourselves NC Mama and the 5K's.  Since K3 and K5 live out of state and far away, it's rare to get a picture of us together.

But this year, we were all at the same place, at the same time, eating lunch and taking pictures.

From the left: K4 (that's me!), K3, NC Mama, K1, K2, and K5

K's 1,2 and 3, are all sister, and NC Mama is their real life mom. K5 and I were adopted along the way. She's our real life NC Mama.

Surprisingly, we were a bit subdued on this January 1st.  We were happy to be together, but I think we were all a bit on holiday-overload. We were all plum tired.

Also joining us was two good friends from church. Very much loved as a K, only there names start with V and L.  We like being the K's, but we are far from exclusive. These ladies would make you feel at home, had you been there.

We wanted a picture of us all together. So I set the camera on the top of the car and set the timer. I had no idea that the hood was taking up half the frame...but it turned out nice anyway!

You can't even tell that our teeth were chattering.  It was a cold day!

And now, good news!

In my last post I may, or may not have, blamed my children for the loss of a certain pair of scissors. 

Amazingly enough, while typing that post I was so focused that I didn't take note of the wobbly keyboard that wasn't helping my sad typing skills.

Later on that day, I lifted up the wireless key board to set it in my lap for ease, and lo and behold, there were my scissors - kind of shoved partly under the key board, and partly under the plethora of paper goods that live around my desk. How I missed seeing them while tearing this house apart, I have no idea. I'm just glad that what was lost, has now been found! 

Happy Monday

An Open Letter to My Children

Dear  Precious, Darling, Boy and Girl,

How can I say this in the nicest possible way?

You have misplaced my favorite pair of scissors!!!!!!!

These are not just any blunt-edged, run-of-the-mill, school-girl scissors. 

These are my beautiful orange and gray, soft grip, extra sharp, scissors.

It was against my better judgement to allow you to use them for gift wrapping two weeks ago, and now it has come to bite me in the rear.

You know, this reminds me of a story. 

When I was a kid your Paw would say the strangest things to us when he was frustrated.  Like the time he was cleaning up four or five pairs of socks that had been living on the family room floor (probably for several days). One time he looked at your uncles and I, and said, "Someday, when you are grown and living in your own house, I am going to visit you and throw my dirty socks on your family room floor." And he walked out of the room.

As a kid, I thought that was a weird kind of funny. Why would he want to do a silly thing like that?

For the record, your Paw has never (not even once) come to our home and thrown his dirty socks on my floor, but today I have clarity. 

I COMPLETELY understand what he was talking about 25 years ago.

There is nothing I look forward to more than coming into your home, stealing your best scissors, cutting up toilet paper rolls and sandpaper, and then hiding them in some random place. 

And then, then, when you come to me and say, "Hey, Mom, have you seen our good, sharp scissors? You know, the ones that cut beautifully every-single-time. The ones that don't have glue, or duct tape stuck to the blades. The ones that open and close with precision and ease. The ones that make me happy because I know that they will be there for me when I am putting together 20 invitations for a baby shower in two weeks?"  

And I will look at you and say, "Welllllllll, the last time I saw them, they were on the sewing table in your office. I didn't use them. It wasn't me. Nope."

Then I will skip off as if I didn't realize that you are about to pull out all your hair and throw a hissy fit like a 3 year old.

Yes, its happened. Your mother is loosing her mind over a pair of scissors. 

I have looked high and low for my good scissors. I have torn apart my office; Dad's office; the kitchen; the schoolroom. I even looked in the van, to no avail.

Now, I am not a high maintenance person. There are precious few things that I won't share with you. But I swear, if I don't find those scissors within 24 hours its going to drive me to drink another pot of coffee and pull out the frozen Christmas cookies. 

I know you don't want that.

So please. Help me find my scissors, and then, keep your sweet little mitts off  'em.

Love,

Mom

Happy New Year! And the First Random Poll of 2009!!!

I tried really hard to stay up so I could post at exactly midnight. (I thought it would be cheating to try schedule a post!)

The kids have never stayed up until midnight and New Years Eve and they wanted to try.

So we ate M&M's and watched Survivor Man together. 

The Mister was dozing by 8:30 pm.

The Girl was out by 9:15.

So it was just The Boy and I, snuggled under blankets, watching Survivor Man try to survive a tropical island. 

Next thing I know, The Boy is shaking me out of a sound sleep, saying he was throwing in the towel.  It was 10:20.

Oh, we are such wimps!

Anyway, I pray that your New Year is fantastic. Full of good health and happy times!

So the Random Poll is: Did you stay up to ring in the New Year?

Shallow Comforts

* This post was written in September of 2007. Originally it was posted on another blog where I occasionally guest posted. In light of all "resolution talk" that goes around this time of year, re-reading this post was a good reminder to me. A reminder to focus back on what's important.

It is a bit long. So getcha a cup of coffee...You'll need it if you plan to stay all night tonight anyway!

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Several weeks ago I started a Beth Moore study on the book of Daniel.  

The beginning of this study opens with Beth making parallels between the Babylon of Daniel’s time and the culture we live in today.

I agree with Beth, we do live in a modern day Babylon, where outward appearance is of supreme importance and everything from the magazine stand to the shampoo bottle is telling us that we deserve to be happy and wealthy; we “can have it all”. 

Our culture tells us that we can wish for, buy, steal or borrow happiness.  As a culture we are inundated with slogans, ad campaigns and “people” that tell us what we can do, think, and feel to achieve success and be considered ‘highly’.  

These products and philosophies are all distractions, taking my focus off the most important thing in life and replacing Him with surface level band-aids not meant at all to help the core of the problem. What is my problem?  Glad you asked!

My problem is that I am a sinner, completely and totally needy for a Savior. I have not committed any really “bad” sins so far in my life. I am faithful to my husband; I try to be a good mom. I give to the church and make meals for the needy. I am involved in ministry and do my best to be nice. OH! I have several pastors’ wives as good friends and I go, every week, to lady’s bible study, so I keep nice company. 

And yet…

 I do have a problem. One you can’t see and I try to keep hidden. A deep seated ugliness that I could pin on the whole Adam and Eve/Fall of Man thing. It’s the problem of not realizing how much I depend upon the things of the world to satiate my need for the One Thing. 

I need to sit down and remind myself that it is not a new wardrobe, not a pill, not a new exercise program, not to lose another five pounds, but The Savior alone, that can cure me. 

For the record, I’m talkin’ Jesus here.

I have become so beguiled to the culture I live in, that not only am I sucked in by the hype, but worse, I have stopped seeing how much it affects me.  

Apathy: that’s a scary place to be.  The trap apathy lays before me is one that isn’t the easiest to escape.

I’m reading Thomas a Kempis right now. This quote hit where it hurts this week:

It is unthinkable that a man can truly find happiness in this life, if at the same time he views himself as an exile here and sees his soul surrounded by many dangers.

On a day to day basis, I don’t see my soul surrounded by many dangers. I have grown complacent and comfortable in a culture that tells me that I am good and deserve happiness, and spoon feeds me information that I have been told I want to hear. To add insult to injury, I have found myself licking that plate clean and asking for more.  Because the things I think will fix me cannot satisfy my neediness.  It’s like eating cotton candy; a beautiful mound of fluffy pink cloud, full of empty calories that leave me wanting.  

All is distraction. Dangerous distractions that keep me from the realization that I cannot find happiness in a place where I am not meant to stay. Even if my time here lasts 90 years, this world is not my home.

Blessed is the man who can set aside all distraction…

Act with courage, for habit is broken by habit.

 –Kempis

At the beginning of the study it was suggested that we exercise a tiny bit of self-denial in a culture full of indulgence, abstaining from rich meats or something that would give us a chance to tell ourselves “no”. It could be anything and not just food and only for a time. 

This is suggested to be a tangible reminder to stand apart from our culture, a lot like Daniel and his friends did when they asked to be fed on a diet that was the antithesis of the Kings table. He did this because he refused to lay down the standards of God in exchange for the standards of men.  

I asked God to show me the ways in which I feed my mind upon the things of the world that are harmful to my soul.

And He answered.

I am a current events and news junky. I get on line several times a day to look up multiple news websites to see what is happening in the world. CNN, NYCTimes, and my local paper. Oh, and to keep up on “current events”, I also go to the People Magazine website. Every. Day.  

I was sad when I clicked over to People and saw that we, as a country, are watching young women deteriorate right in front of our eyes. 

One young singer in particular is in-over-her-head in an apathetic trap; losing her friends, fans, career, and maybe even her children.  She is losing her life, and I am logging on every day to see what will happen next; Aiding and abetting a mockery that is chewing up this woman and spitting her out.  

I am not saying that reading a People magazine is “bad”.  What I am saying is that I have become so indoctrinated in the way of the world that I can no longer identify her ugliness with the fact that it is really the same as mine...she is trying just as hard to feed that needy place reserved exclusively for Christ, with the cotton candy lies of the world. It’s just that my neediness isn’t plastered all over the world in a black sequin bikini; Mine is hidden behind a casserole and standard pew at church. 

So, I am giving current affairs and news stories a rest.  I have limited myself to the local 5 o’clock news and weather.com from now until December.  It’s been hard this week because browsing the news websites has become a habit. But I am looking forward to hearing what God has to share with me in the weeks to come as I clean out my head and heart of the rubbish, and replace them with the things of God.

The “shallow comforts of this world” aren’t enough.  I know that, but I don’t live that. 

It’s time to start.

Back to Life, Back to Reality

Just checking in on this fine Tuesday morning.

Life here is good. Full of puppy training and after Christmas clean-up.  

I was able to get all the Christmas decorations packed up and put away yesterday. Now I just need to clean.  Which will take some time since I did virtually NO house-related work last week. No laundry or picking up. Right now, as I type, there are seven pairs of shoes sitting in the corner of the foyer. The stairwell has books and toys, and all sort of things piled in between the railing posts. 

You can tell that our week of Christmas was a success just by the mess!

But now, it's back to the realities of life... the laundry must get done. 

Before I go off to the  sweat shop   laundry room, I just had to tell you how shocked I was to walk into Target on December 27th to find the Valentine display already up and ready to go. But what REALLY had me shaking my head was when I rounded the corner to ladies clothing and walked right into a rack of bikinis!!!

Whatever! 

Merry Christmas

Merry Christmas 

from the 

La Vida Dulce Family 

to yours.

With Love,

Kellie, The Mister,

The Boy, The Girl,

Kona the Wondermutt,

And introducing:

~  Sophie Joy  ~

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We pray that your day will be filled with renewed wonder in Christ!

"So they hurried off and found Mary and Joseph, and the baby, who was lying in the manger. When they had seen him, they spread the word concerning what had been told them about this child, and all who heard it were amazed at what the shepherds said to them. But Mary treasured up all these things and pondered them in her heart. The shepherds returned, glorifying and praising God for all the things they had heard and seen, which were just as they had been told.”- Luke 2:16-20

Weekend Recap

I have a bazillion things I would love to write about but it's the week of Christmas and I know you don't have the time to read a long post.  So I am going to mete out my weekend news over the next few days...

First on the agenda: Christmas Pizza (and why the Internet is out to get me.)

As I have posted on this site about eleven-ty times, Saturday night is pizza night. I have a bread maker so making crust is super easy.  I usually make the crust and bake them just a little bit (without topping) so that I can put the finished pizza directly on the oven rack for a crispier crust. 

Well, on Saturday evening I got the first crust baked and placed the second crust in the oven. It was at this critical point that somebody distracted me with a questions and I neglected to set the oven timer. That need-to-know-right-now question led me to a Google search. That Google search led to the checking of email, and the skimming of headlines, and a quick search on You Tube on how to train puppies to do this, when suddenly The Boy says, "Do you smell smoke?"

AUUGGGGHHHHH!!!!!!! My pizza crust!

The entire middle portion of the crust was burned.

Exhibit A: 

To say the least I was a bit frustrated with myself. As a matter of fact, there may have been swearing involved, but I'm pleading the fifth. 

Seeing my irritation, and wanting to diffuse the situation, The Mister wisely suggested that I should take a picture, you know, for the blog. Which TOTALLY turned my mood around. (Does he know me or what?)

That, I thought to myself, is a great idea! You can turn this bundt pizza into a "Christmas pizza" and then post it to the blog like you meant it to happen...

So that's what I did.

La Vida Dulce!

FirDay Randomness

Every SINGLE time I type the word Friday, I type it Firday, and then I have to go back and fix it.

Just a little La Vida Dulce trivia for y'all on this fine Firday.

Actually, these are pictures of how foggy and wet it is right now. 

Its actually more foggy than the picture shows. 

The sun hasn't shown here in over three days and this desert girl needs some rays!  

I am not really complaining as much as I am, well, complaining. 

So I'll stop.

Today is a big day. 

I will shop at the one store that I love/hate, for the last time this year: Walmart.

Seriously, unless I am shopping with a friend at eleven o'clock at night because I have run out of a gallon of milk (and The Mister needs a new box of un-frosted strawberry Pop-Tarts) I generally avoid this place. As if it carried the plague.  

Although, now that I think about it, it probably does carry the plague.  

But as least its cheap plague.

Speaking of strawberry Pop-Tarts. Last week, around three in the afternoon I needed a snack. Normally I would grab a granola bar and a cup of decaf, but alas, the granola bars were gone. Not being a fan of snacks that require too much effort I decided to try a Pop-Tart. 

Now, if you are a fan of the Pop-Tart, please don't take this personally, but YUCK!  I was forced to pull out the toaster and warm it up, which did absolutely NOTHING for the taste. I tried really hard to like it, but in the end I had to throw three-quarters of it away. 

And speaking of yuck, while shopping with a friend last week I came across a box of chocolate covered cherries. At .99 for a box of twenty, I picked one up. My friend wrinkle up her nose. She doesn't care for chocolate cherries. 

Turns out, neither do I. Every year I buy those things, and every year I eat one and wonder why I thought I liked them. Next year, do me favor, and remind me that I'm not a fan. Does anyone want 19  chocolate covered cherries?

Moving on....

I am going to do my baking today. I also decided at the last minute to make Chex Mix and Ranch pretzels (requested by The Girl) hence the run to that dreaded store, with children, on the Firday before Christmas. 

Good times.

However, I am looking forward to getting this errand finished so I can come home, put on another pot of coffee and bake the day away. 

Speaking of coffee...The festivities of Christmas can officially begin because I have ordered this.

Actually, I ordered two pounds in decaf and two fully-loaded. Its a little Christmas gift to myself. Which I normally don't do. 

But, since The Mister and I are planning few rather large projects on the house in the new year, we agreed not to give each other a gift this year . 

This is hilarious because I happen to know that he got a gift for me, after our agreement. He tried to tell me that if a package came from a certain store, it was for him. This from a man who hasn't really shopped for himself (without me encouraging him to do so) in 13 years.

He thinks he's being all sneaky, but I'm wise to his ways. He's cute and all, but he's not very good at being sneaky.

It's just as well that he got a gift for me, because I totally bought one for him. It's not anything special, just a little something he needs. 

Of course, I'm actually quite proud of myself, because when it comes to gifts, I'm not the most discreet person either. I like giving gifts, so its hard for me to be silent.

But I was talking about coffee wasn't I? For those of you who don't know why the blog is named La Vida Dulce, it was name of my fave coffee while living in North Texas. But it was discontinued (oh! the shame!)

 The fine people at H-E-B swore that it was packaged under the new name, Taste of Austin, and you know, its close. Very, very, close. If you happen to live in a place where they have an H-E-B or a Central Market go get your self a cup, it's delish.

All right, this post is getting long, and suddenly I have a sneaking suspicion its turned into a reason to stay at home, out of the dreary fog. I must stop typing (read: procrastinating) and go to the store.

Happy Firday!

A Decisive Decision

I'm happy to report that the Annual Ladies Christmas party went off without a hitch last night. The weather was cold and wet, but that wasn't going to bring us down! We know how to celebrate!

However, this morning, after two days of cleaning and preparing, (and yesterday feeling a bit high strung with nerves over speaking) I find that I am a bit on the tired side, and I have a serious case of indecision.

If there is one thing that will drive me the shortest distance to Crazy, it's when I wake up feeling indecisive.

It only takes one early morning, indecisive, decision to turn the whole day into a day of what I could do, or what I should do, or what I ought to do.

For me, being indecisive breeds indecision. 

This morning it started by pushing the snooze alarm, but not being decisive about sleeping in. 

So I laid in bed, thinking about how I should get up, but then I didn't.

Big mistake.

Sleeping in wasn't at all restful, since sleep never came back, and instead indecision took its stay. Now my morning routine was 30 minutes "off schedule". This is when I should have made the decision to skip the work out and head down stairs for a cup of coffee and some quiet time. But I didn't. 

With my mind only half awake, and a tired body screaming out for the warmth of the bed, I put on running clothes and groggily walked down the stairs to the coffee pot. 

While drinking coffee, and trying to figure out how I was going to make up the lost time, I told myself the work-out would happen...later.  Sometime, in the indecisive, nebulous, later.

Luckily the schoolwork decisions have already been made. So I get kids get busy with breakfast and school (this week is review and a lot of reading- so minimal teaching on my part). I keep wandering from room to room; more coffee in hand. I should do laundry; I could clean up from the party; I ought to get on the treadmill; I might bake cookies...

It's drizzly and dark outside and so far, still chilly. Now it's noon and I have flittered the morning away with indecision. Thinking of everything, and doing almost nothing.

So you know what I am going to do?

I'm going to decide.

Decisively. 

I will make us some veggie soup for lunch. Then I will skip today's work out and go straight to the shower.  I will pull chicken out of the freezer for dinner. Then I will ask the kids to help me fold some laundry while we watch a Christmas movie.

There. I feel better already.

And the Pendulum Swings

The tables are set.

The lights are twinkly.

But let's be real for moment, shall we?

Remember yesterday, when I walked around with a bird on my finger all day? My out look sunny and my disposition light?

Well, I'm still full of anticipation, except today I am aware that I also carry great fear. 

Often irrational fear. 

I have written about major fears in my life on this blog before. Fear of failure, fear of change, fear of being out of control, the list goes on...

Some times the fear is reasonable, but many times the fear is unfounded. For instance this Sunday in church when, all of a sudden, I was racked with anxiety. Or this morning, as I kissed The Mister and he drove off into the foggy morning, and my mind went to the fear gutter.

Instead of praying about my fear I chose to let my imagination make it worse: What would I do without him? How would I get my life in order? Where would I live?

Suddenly an audible voice inside my head said: STOP!

Whew! Thank you Jesus. Chasing my thoughts is exhausting.

Tonight I will give a 15 minute devotion on Luke 1:46-55: Mary's Magnificat.  I love this short piece of scripture because Mary's song can be our song. Should we choose to sing it.

It's a song of the past that rings true in the present, and gives us great hope for the future. It's a song of praise to God who reigns in heaven on earth, who has been (and will be) true to His Word. 

This song is the antithesis of fear. It's a focus on God and His love in a time that was certain to be difficult. If there was any reason to fear in the life of this young woman, it would have been in this time. But scripture says she didn't fear (vs. 38), because God was in control. 

In the verse just before Mary's song, we read these words twice : Be not afraid. (Vs. 13 and 30)

This morning as I bustle around trying to make everything "just so" (which is what I do when I'm afraid), God is reminding me that I don't have to be afraid. 

So, the tables are set, the lights are twinkly, and God is in control.

"My soul glorifies the Lord and my spirit rejoices in God my Saviour." - Luke 1:46-47

La Vida Dulce!

Anticipation

I feel good this morning. 

It could be the happy little work-out endorphins.  Or it could be this yummy piece of toast with a bit of peanut butter and sliced banana on top (oh! and my second cup of coffee to go with it.)

Maybe it's because tomorrow night I get to host the Ladies Christmas party right here at the La Vida Dulce house.  (There is nothing that makes my heart patter more than preparing for visitors.)

Maybe I feel good because last night between eight and nine we had some friends come over unexpectedly for a cup of tea and a nice chat. 

Or maybe it's because my Dad and I exchanged fun emails yesterday: him sharing fun news with me and I sharing good news with him. 

Perhaps it's because after this fun week I get to spend nine glorious days with The Mister and the kids.

I feel good, and I think I am feeling this away because of anticipation. Though my life is far from perfect, I could list a thousand imperfect reasons why I feel the way I do. Instead, let me show you some pictures:

I don't know what tomorrow will bring (or this afternoon!), but for now, I'm content. Happily (busily) anticipating, enjoying this season.

Happy Monday!

How I Know She Really Is My Child

Can't stop to blog for too long right now.  We're taking a five minute snack break, so I wanted to give you a glimpse at what The La Vida Gals are up to today. I couldn't be more proud.

The Girl has had a craft project in her head for over a month that we are finally trying to get made today.

Why am I proud?  

Because today my Girl is wielding a crafters weapon for the first time: The Hot Glue Gun. 

She saw one of these Christmas/apple/topiary things in a magazine and has wanted to make it for so long. 

She's having fun, but not as much as I am watching her.

Sweet Girl,

May this day be the first in many happy, creative days for you. 

Love,

Mom

Christmas Meme

Thank goodness for this meme! Early yesterday morning after my work out I did something awful to my back. Now I cannot sit or stand or lie down for more than five minutes. Luckily, I happen to be married to my Physical Therapist. He say's I am what they call "non-compliant" in the therapy world, but he helps me all the same.

Happy Thursday!

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1. Wrapping paper or gift bags? I buy one gi-normous roll of double sided wrapping paper at the Costco. IF you do this you have to be committed. That roll will last at least two years!

2. Real tree or Artificial? For the first 11 years we used real, but in my cranky old age I got tired of finding pine needles in the house until July. So two year ago we bought a pre-lit tree. Turns out everybody was allergic anyway. Now we can all breathe fine through the month of December.


3. When do you put up the tree? The Day after Thanksgiving.

4. When do you take the tree down? The day after Christmas if The Mister is working. If not I give him one more day, because I am generous like that.


5. Do you like eggnog? To me it's like sweet mayonnaise. So, no. With the exception of the year we received homemade egg nog from a friend (and co-worker of The Mister). I didn't realize that it was "real" eggnog, and after a cup full, I would have eaten mayo out the jar with spoon, without the slightest care in the world. Good times.)


6. Favorite gift received as a child? a life sized handmade Raggedy Ann Doll. (how I wish I would've kept that now.)


7. Hardest person to buy for? The Mister's Mom and Dad.


8. Easiest person to buy for? Myself...(Just kidding!) (Sort of)...The kids.


9. Do you have a nativity scene? No. I need to change that.


10. Mail or email Christmas cards? Mail! It's my favorite part of the holiday hub-bub!


11. Worst Christmas gift you ever received? Wow...that's a hard one...Oh! I remember! There was one year as a teenage when my brothers gave me one of those suctions cup sticky things for the back window of your car...it was of Kermit the Frog flipping the "bird", which was on a spring so it would wave back and forth. They were in the 6th and the 9th grade, so you know they were shopping at Spencer's. i am certain that that was never in my car.


12. Favorite Christmas Movie? I don't know if I have a favorite, but I do enjoy Christmas Vacation for a good laugh, and I also enjoy Elf, for the same reason.


13. When do you start shopping for Christmas? Usually way into December, but this year I was nearly done by the 4th. Which felt good. I just have to get everything mailed out now!


14 . Have you ever recycled a Christmas present? Only for the white elephant gift exchange.


15. Favorite thing to eat at Christmas? Homemade fudge and my Mother-in-laws recipe for Ginger Cookies.

16. Lights on the tree?

Color! and lots of them!


17. Favorite Christmas song? O Holy Night.


18. Travel at Christmas or stay home? This year we are staying home in NC. 


19. Can you name all of Santa's reindeer? Absolutely! 


21. Open the presents Christmas Eve or morning? We let the kids open them one on Christmas Eve, while we sip hot cocoa, eat popcorn and watch a Christmas movie. Then we torture them by making them sleep in on Christmas morn. But don't feel too bad for them. Sleeping in for this early bird isn't really what you think it is. 


22. Most annoying thing about this time of the year? Crabby people. 

23. Favorite ornament theme or color? Our tree is filled with decorations that have meaning to us. And we allow our kids to decorate, so it will never make it into a decorators magazine, but it's beautiful to us!

Oh and also, you will NEVER find tinsel on my tree. I had an unfortunate event as a child that involved my 18 month old brother who got hold of tinsel while under my charge. He choked on it and I've hated tinsel ever since. (FYI: that baby lived to tell this story...Every. Blessed. Year.)

24. What do you want for Christmas this year? This is the time of year that I wished owned a private jet so i could quickly (and easily) travel all over the country to see my peeps, but other than that, I lack for nothing. 

Happy Little Handbags Make Me Glad

Why is it that the ink in our printer always runs out the morning that I plan to address Christmas cards?

This seems to happen every year, so you might think that I would be prepared. 

The truth is that I thought I was prepared. Right before we moved in September I bought not one, but two, ink cartridges for this very purpose. The last thing I wanted to do was to have to spend $50 in printer ink in December.  

However, I cannot find nor remember where in tar-nation I put that extra box of stashed "Christmas Ink".

Of course, the minute I finish hand writing 75 Christmas cards that little cartridge will show up. 

In the meantime, to completely shut down Christmas Card production, as well as tiring out my writing hand, I have spent this afternoon making handbags.  

Teeny, tiny, paper handbags for Christmas decorations that will hang on my tree. 

On Saturday I found this book in hardback at our library. I was sort of in a hurry so I just grabbed it off the top shelf with the hopes that I might have a free moment later to look inside. 

That very night, while in my fuzzy pajamas and sipping some decaf, the book magically opened to the exact page where these sweet little ornaments were displayed, and it was love at first sight.  

I have scoured the Internet for a template for these sweet little morsels of handbaggy goodness, so you could make one too. But the only one I could find was this one, go check it out. It's cute too. 

All that to say, my Christmas cards may not be sent on time this year, but my Christmas tree is going to be very well accessorized.

La Vida Dulce!

Worry

Over the course of the last 14 weeks, homeschooling has felt like we have a newborn in our home.

Suddenly, I have a tight schedule to keep and I am no longer shopping alone. But the hardest thing for me to handle is the mess. The toys that are all over. The dishes of three meals at home. The papers that used to come home in the afternoon backpack are now all over my desk. 

There is never a moment when my entire house is clean, all at the same time.

And it's driving me crazy. 

This was especially true the week before Thanksgiving, when my inability to keep order turned me into a shrew.

Then, during our Thanksgiving break, as if Mrs. Moofish knew that I needed a reality check, she sent me a copy of Having a Mary Heart in a Martha World, by Joann Weaver.

And let me tell you I NEEDED to read this book. 

In the third chapter there is an assignment to re-write Matthew 6: 25-34 according to what your worry is at the moment, and then write a prayer. (If  you're not familiar with this verse, go check it out at the link above.)

I thought I would share mine and then encourage you to do the same if there is something you are worried about today. 

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Therefore I tell you,do not worry about a clean house, what people will say when they see laundry on your couch; 

or how many dog hairs you see gathered on the floor.

Are not the people in your life more important 

than assuaging your high need for order?

Look at the birds of your nest. 

They flitter from here to there and squawk and sing; 

making great messes and yet, the Heavenly Father loves them.

There is nothing more valuable than they.

Can you make your home cleaner by being a grouch?

And why do you worry about what others may think?

Do you see the trees in your yard?

They drop their leaves when the weather turns cold, and yet nobody comes by to pick them up. Yet I tell you, in the spring the green leaves will come and 

by summer there will be no sign of the fall.

If the God of all order can use the mess of the autumn to bring the fullness of spring, 

can He not bring order into your heart?

O you who sets her sights (and heart) on things that bring false security.

So, do not worry, saying "My life is out of control!" or 

"When will I have time to do the laundry?!" or

"What if someone comes over and the floors have not been swept?!"

For people who don't understand that God is in control worry over dust and dirt;

and He understands the importance and practicality of a clean house.

But, God is saying to you, 

"Seek My house first. Seek Me and all these thing will find their place.

Delegate and don't worry about the dishes being put in the wrong cupboard.

Assign jobs and don't worry about the whites being turned pink.

 

Tackle a load of laundry today, and don't worry about tomorrow."

For each day has enough laundry of it's own.

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Lord, I pray you will order my day. And that I would not resist you. 

I know nothing good comes from chasing order for the sake of order, 

at the cost of a kind and gentle disposition. 

Help me to seek You first, 

and allow all other things to be an outflow of your awesome love for me 

and those around me.

Amen.

In "The Zone"

The most exciting thing happened this week, which has stirred-up the craft zone that lives in my heart.

A friend of mine from church has a friend who is an interior decorator who specializes in custom drapery. This weekend they are having a garage sale. This interior decorator lady was selling her high priced fabric for $4/yard!!!

And she let me come to her house and buy fabric before the crowds.  So I have been busy, busy, busy trying to think of all sorts of things to do with this fabric!  

Speaking of sewing projects...

I have already made the bed for our new little addition. The bed was harder than I anticipated and I am not totally pleased with how it turned out. Coming up with this bed without a pattern was difficult for this right-brained mind of mine. 

I think I used too much stuffing the bottom of the bed, and not enough in the sides.

I hadn't intended for it to be reversible, but somehow it ended up that way. Go figure.

Although this didn't end up exactly like my mind had envisioned, I think it will do. 

Also, if you are trying to make any gifts this year I highly recommend taking a look at this list. 

It is a list of 100's of things you can make for Christmas this year. 

Also I am folding paper like a maniac to make a variation of these star ornaments, which will be mailed to friends far away. I am also making these ornaments for the people in my life who are nearby.

I am also thinking about making a few more of these. Although not in the amount I made last year! 

All right. I should run. The Mister has today off and so we are taking the kids to a friends house so that we can shop together. By the end of this day I should be done with my Christmas shopping!  Yippee!!

Happy Friday Y'all!

Because I Can hardly Contain My Joy

Meet Joy, the Maltese puppy.

In this picture she is only 2.5 weeks old. She's older now, but this is the most recent picture we have of her.

She will be coming to live with us on Christmas Eve...

As a surprise gift to The Girl.

I am so excited about this new addition to the family that I have had trouble sleeping at night. Which is just as well since I will probably be spending the next 6 months getting up to take her outside in the middle of the cold Carolina nights.

Last night, my friend K2 and I, went Christmas shopping to find all the assorted puppy items that one needs: a crate, puppy toys, dog dishes, puppy shampoo, a collar and a leash.

I was on an all-out hunt for a pink collar and leash. 

More ashamedly, a pink collar and leash that I plan to tastefully bedazzle with some beautiful rhinestones. 

Yes, I own a Bedazzler.

I am also in the process of sewing up a puppy bed, and matching little girl/doggy capes. Pictures to come.

Y'all, I may have lost my mind. 

But it's sure is fun!