jpg - beauty

Headed home from a Compassion Advocate picnic. Beautiful sunset...
Thank you God for great weather, inspiring fellowship, and good
prayers for children who need it.

snapshot of 1st grade

the jerk and mr. potter

excuse me

if this ends up sounding

a little incoherent

but i spent most of last night

in a movie theater

with fans way more dedicated

than myself

whose bright idea was it

to premiere a movie

at midnight

even with all the hoopla

i saw at least two people sleeping

that's an expensive nap

so what was i doing there?

baby girl and her step sister

really really wanted to go

and while i usually say no

to wild adventures in the night

i couldn't think of a good enough reason

to say no

so off we went

in the middle of the night

to see mr. potter

and his friends

on their latest adventure

i think they thanked me

a couple hundred times

they sure enjoyed themselves

even though the events of the movie

devastated one of them

luckily i ordered the tickets online

because when we got there

all 14 theaters showing mr. potter

were sold out

arriving a little over an hour early

and finding a seat was still difficult

the girls ended up sitting two rows back

together

and i took the single spot

next to a handicap slot

knowing i'd give it up should someone need it

you get to do a lot of people watching

when you have little else to do

for an hour

and there were interesting people galore

there was a man there with his two children

the kids were maybe 8 and 11

a boy and a girl

well this man confronted these two young guys

that were sitting in my handicap row

in two of the seats

he told them he thought they shouldn't be sitting there

the one young guy tried to explain

and was real respectful, calling the other guy sir

but the man got all up in the guy's face

and was yelling at him

mind you, his two children are watching all of this

the young guy wasn't able to tell his side of the story

although he sure tried

and the man finally backed down

and went back to his seat by his children

about this time

a young girl comes in with a couple friends and her mom

she's maybe a senior in high school

and she's trying to find a seat

the man bullies a few other young guys

about the empty seats next to them

and tells the girl she can sit there with her group

the girl gushes all over the place

and thanks him

i'm silently repulsed

the man proceeds to buy this girl a Coke

when he goes to buy $20 worth of candy for his kids

and won't take the money she tries to pay him back

i'm wondering why in the world

the girl's mom is allowing this to go on

again, this man's children are watching every move

and he was creepy

i caught him staring at the girl

at least a half dozen times

creepy, i tell you

but harmless with so many people around

thank goodness

i just silently observe

so the movie is getting ready to start

and the young guys in the handicap row with me

realize there is one empty seat

behind them

so the guy who was confronted

tells them to save the seat for him

and takes off out of the theater

after a little while

he returns

with two of his friends

one of them is in a wheelchair

and even as they roll over my toe

getting this guy to the spot two seats down from me

i was so excited

that this young guy got the last word

and he didn't have to say anything at all

rambling...

Wow. I just reread the last three posts and can you say melodramatic?! I don't know why birthdays and holidays bring out the blues in me. They just do. And with the blues, comes the desire to write. Strange the way my brain and heart work.

The people across the street are getting a new roof. So for the past couple of days, I've been awaken to the sound of tap, tap, tap hammers and the whirl of a circular saw. Wish the extreme makeover was happening over here. But then it wouldn't just be a tap - it would be a full blown BANG BANG BANG! So maybe it's okay that it isn't happening here...

Made my reservation for the Compassion National Conference. I don't know if I've mentioned yet that I am an advocate for Compassion. Basically, it's a volunteer position where you just try to get the word out about Compassion and try to get children sponsored. I'm amazed at this ministry and really would like to get even more involved. I'd love to go on a trip with them because I so firmly believe in what they are doing. I want to see it first hand. Anyway, if you haven't heard of Compassion, check it out! And if you are ready to sponsor a child, click here. Or click on that Compassion picture there in my sidebar.

Okay, okay, off my soapbox now...last night, I had some extra fruit from my fruit salad at lunch so I decided to make a smoothie. My favorite drink at UDF (a local ice cream shop/gas station) is a strawberry freeze. All they put in it is strawberry sherbet and fruit punch or lemonade. I can do that! So I bought some raspberry sherbet (couldn't find strawberry) and some fruit punch. I've been having fun experimenting. Last night's smoothie had about a half-cup of blueberries, half-cup of strawberries, a few raspberries, a cut-up banana, a little fruit punch and a lotta raspberry sherbet (fat free!). I just blended it all together and kept adding the sherbet until it was as thick as I wanted. It was SO good!! We will definitely be doing that again!

Well, I'm going to go start enjoying my Friday. So excited that the weekend is here! Hope everyone has a good one!

13

somehow

all those years ago

sitting in the lawyer's office

it never crossed my mind

that her birthday was in the summer

when he was given summer custody

and while the list of negatives

is longer than my arm

i would have to say

that by far the worst

is trying to make things fair

and make her happy

on her birthday

because i'm the one who birthed her

and i miss spending time with her

on her birthday

go figure

the past few years

have been better

than the ones before

but sharing is rough

and to be honest

i'm not very good at it

this year

we had all weekend

and although her birthday

is tomorrow

i was blessed to have two whole days

to soak up the last of twelve

and stare thirteen in the face

a steak

cake

banners

balloons

confetti (!!)

a new phone

tickets to a water park

and a basket of "girl stuff"

(as the six year old boy said)

not to mention a surprise gift card

and another one slips by

outside the window

darkness

each explosion

lights the silhouettes

i peek out

checking on children

watching grown men

act like little boys

i only count one child

and begin to panic

looking for child

number two

an explosion in the sky

and then a sparkler

illuminates her eyes

and her long legs

and once again

i realize

she is no longer a child

although my heart says she is

happy 4th

last day of kindergarten

It seems only yesterday that we dropped him off for his first day of big boy school. And today is the last day. Next year starts full days, no lunches with Mom, and two trips on the big yellow cheese. He seems ready, but am I?

singing

Had to go to the Post Office by my work today and it was interesting.  I work in a unique part of town; lots of local history, lots of different walks of life.  It has a downtown, urban feel but just up the street, it's suburbia.  Anyway, the Post Office has been there for years and years.  As I waited my turn, I enjoyed the old pictures on the wall of past employees.  And I do mean PAST employees...these had to be from almost 100 years ago.  

I was waiting in line because there was this nice, eccentric, older woman in front of me.  Her clothes were a bit worn and her gray-streaked hair was loosely pulled up in a bun.  She had a blister on her thumb (cleaning? sewing?) and her shoes didn't fit quite right.  She was buying money orders.  The clerk was speaking a little bit loud and I couldn't quite figure out if she normally did that or if the lady was hard of hearing.  I'm thinking it was a little of both.  The lady bought two money orders and then couldn't decide why she had so much money left over.  Then she remembered she needed another money order.  I work at a bank.  We get this type of customer a lot.  Especially in this particular neighborhood.  I always try to have lots of patience with them, because, let's face it, that is going to be me someday and I sure hope someone is patient with me.

So the woman gets her money orders and moves out to the counter in the lobby area.  I get my stamps and the only place to stand to put them on the envelopes is at the same counter in the lobby area.  There's plenty of room but I just take the very edge, steering clear of the money order lady.  I began stamping my envelopes and from two feet away, she starts saying that she should have used the counter inside the Post Office so that I would have more room.  I assured her I was fine.  Then she said it again.  And again.  Each time, I assure her that I'm fine.  In the meantime, I'm putting stamps on as fast as I can to get the heck out of there because I was obviously distressing her a bit.  Then out of nowhere, she begins to sing.  LOUDLY.  And it was pretty.  She sounded like she was on stage giving a performance.  I have no idea what song she was singing, something along the lines of black witchcraft and white witchcraft. ???  But she had a beautiful voice.  It was so shocking to me that she was singing so loudly, and so much, but once I recovered from the shock, I actually enjoyed it.

I was thankful for the reminder today that when your soul feels like singing, you should just let it on out.  Someone might think you are a little loose in the head.  But someone just might get a big ole blessing out of it.  Thank you, Lord, for helping me put my priorities in the right place today and for helping me see the joy in that older woman's soul today.  I needed that.  

new! amy! grant! music!

If you know me at all, you know I am the HUGEST Amy Grant fan.  Well, I'm not huge but you know what I mean.  I have a special bloggy label just for her and everything!  I got an email the other day informing me that not only does Amy Grant have a new web design - because you know that's big news around here - but she also has new! music! available!  Click here to check it out.  Go on...you know I'm going to be talking about it so you'll want to know what all the hype is about! Haha...

Wait...what are you still doing here?  Go!  It's that good!!!

note to self...

...when your son asks for lego sets for his birthday, he'll rope you into building them.  Which sounds fun at first, but after three hours and fifteen minutes - not so much.  Your neck muscles will scream at you the rest of the day, but it will be so worth it to see him flying a starship through the air and escaping the bad guys in an old Russian car.

...toll booth operators are a funny lot.  Some sing to themselves, or rather, to you.  Some don't even say hi.  Some wear gloves (nasty money!) and some are very friendly.  Others not so much.  It was interesting (especially the very LOUD singer...)

...preteens' feet stink.  Especially in a closed in, air-conditioned van.  For hours.  That's all I have to say about that.

...now that the sixth birthday is over, take this time to prepare for the next one...thirteen!  Here we go.......(I'm SO not ready for this!)