Random Musings

Twelve years ago today I married my best friend of 2 years. In honor of that momentous and life-changing event, we're taking a vacation! By the time we get back next week, I should have pictures to show of the wonderful town of Valdese, NC.  One of the things I love about my husband is that he loves history, which is quite funny considering I hated history in high school. The town of Valdese was created by Italian immigrants, known as Waldensians, who were escaping religious persecution from the Catholic Church in Rome and France. Here's an interesting excerpt from a Catholic encyclopedia about them: Among the doctrinal errors which they propagated was the denial of purgatory , and of indulgences and prayers for the dead . They denounced all lying as a grievous sin , refused to take oaths and considered the shedding of human blood unlawful. They consequently condemned war and the infliction of the death penalty . Sorry for all the underlines, as I copied and pasted, b...

I don't know that I will ever attempt this again. After running out of the specialty thread last Friday night and waiting until I was back in Raleigh to get more, I was relieved the bag was finished and disappointed with the outcome. We'll know in a few days whether or not it actually works. If it doesn't, then it's back to scouring the internet in hopes of finding something that works. Maybe I just need to find a class in PatternMaking 101, get a decent sewing machine, and start practicing for my own line of wheelchair bags.  Hahahaha...not.

Our nightly visitors (they like to eat the remnants of the geese's corn, though lately they've become a bit bossy and started chasing them away) have grown up. They're no longer the playful, jumpy animals that start at the least noise.  In fact, they're almost not scared of us at all. Oh, they run when we come outside now, but never very far. Two of them will sometimes stay within 20 yards!  But here's our "teenage" visitors: taken through the window so it's a tad blurry, but here's the smaller guy 3 of the 5 and the bigger guy the girl toward the front is the last afraid of us and the geese

This past weekend brought some interesting storms. We delighted in watching the temps quickly drop from 102 to 89 and then back to the mid-90s as the rain disappeared. The hot breezes before a storm have been interesting.  The aftermath of the storm has been a bit bizarre as well.  The top of this tree collapsed. We've had to cut a section of its V before, so we thought this time the entire top was gone.  But...it's not.  There's still one tiny branch sticking out! Some trees just die hard! I had a hard time getting the light setting adjusted on my camera so I could capture the rainbow. It was clearly visible in the bright sky (the previous picture gives you a sense of how bright it was outside) but my camera refused to register the bow's reflections without some major adjustments. Rainbows always excite me, and remind me of the song I learned in middle school: What kind of music does a rainbow make? What kind of song does it sing? Oh, it's a happy kind of melod...

It never fails. You go to the doctor. And to keep you from being too fidgety while you wait, they give you some forms to fill out. It doesn't matter that you filled out the exact same form the previous 20+ visits you've had in the last seven years, you still have to fill them out again. I know. I know. Information can and does change.  But these forms always make me feel like I'm back in school taking an achievement test. You remember fighting the feelings and urges, don't you? You're taking the dumb math section and they ask a question like: There's a cow tied to the fence. If the cow eats all the grass it can eat within the rope's reach, the portion eaten will be what shape? A) triangle  B) rectangle C) semi-circle D) square Do you know what happens when you give such a question to a bunch of smart-aleck middle schoolers? Or how many stupid discussions we had at lunch on how we could make any one of those answers fit? Did you ever fight the urge to ...

my chickens go... SWIMMING? This picture didn't take too well, but I was quite shocked to look out the window Sat and see them sitting in the puddle of condensation from the air conditioner. I don't think I've ever seen my birds sit in water before. Of course, they've never experienced temps of 102 before, either.  A better view from outside.  and their muddy feet. I shouldn't have bothered them by taking their pictures. They were quite content until I disturbed them. I decided not to bother them later by checking to see if they had returned to their swimming hole. I would have if I were them!

what we hope our end product somewhat resembles It's roughly 12x8. It doesn't have to be rectangular, nor oval-shaped. It does need a zipper and velcro. I found reflector piping to add to the edges, giving both a little zing and hopefully some protection (though whether for him while crossing roads or me tripping over it during the night is debatable). It's a wheelchair pouch. It shouldn't be too hard to make. But my first one, well, it was not a success. Not a total failure, but not a success, either. So I'm at it again. I've ripped apart the pieces I need and am cutting out the rest. We're starting over. It has to fit the side and not the back of the chair. It has to securely hold the essentials. (In other words, no open pockets.) It can't be girly. (Do you know how many flowery, quilted wheelchair bags are out there?) Hopefully you'll see pictures of a COMPLETED workable pouch by Saturday. If not, you can then see pics of my mess...

The National Association of Free Will Baptists in meeting this week... in Charlotte.  Yes, that's right. 5.5 hours away from my house. My parents are there. My older sister's family is there. And ...I'm here.  This is the week of Bobby's monthly commission meeting, something you absolutely, positively don't miss. (Except the time I broke his leg and he's being wheeled into surgery three hours before the meeting began. That was interesting trying to hold the phone for him as they wheel him back and he's trying to get all the legal info to the other attorney before the anesthesia kicked in and the nurses are looking at us like we've both lost our minds!) But, thanks to the internet, there's this thing called "live feed" where the services are being broadcasted over the web. Tonight is the missions service, which was always my favorite growing up. I am SSOOOO tempted to skip church and watch it on the computer tonight. There's some things ...

Yesterday a friend remarked, "With kids, you're reminded that life goes on." And I think that's such a blessing. There's a multitude of little bodies with unique personalities, playing, laughing, asking questions, arguing, and despite the inner feelings and turmoil, it's a reminder that just because of the pain life has not stopped. Sometimes that knowledge can be painful itself, as you want the world to stop and cry with you, but it doesn't. And I've thought about this principle a lot this week. The wife of a future church planter is battling cancer.  http://lifeasalewis.blogspot.com   Her recent post dealt with the sickness and her thoughts, but also included a pic of her daughter. She had a new, flowy dress and was certain it would make a great picture of it twirling. Life goes on, and there's nothing like a child to remind us of that, to help us focus on the daily here and now, that we don't all share the same "this is important and ...

Today I am a serial killer. I quit counting at 13. Absolute insanity. But on a happier note, 2 of our hens began laying very small eggs this weekend...just not in the hen house. 

Three ladies from the gym took a trip to England back in May. This morning I actually had a chance to ask them what they liked and saw. One of their reactions was similar to my Mother's when we toured Montgomery: excessive waste. I guess for some reason I expect governments to have large opulent buildings. It seems everywhere I've been they do: China, Ivory Coast, DC, Raleigh. Granted, some are more extravagant than others, but it seems the capitol and government buildings are always well crafted and ornate. My mother was mortified. Why are we wasting so much tax payer money on huge buildings when smaller ones would suffice? Why does the old capitol not used any more? And if we truly did outgrow, then why not use the empty spaces for offices or classrooms instead of building more schools? (At that one I could hear historians gasping and clutching their hearts.) I understand where she's coming from, but there's a small part of them that appreciates the fact we can hav...

In honor of today's three-digit forecast and air-conditioning (where I'll be), today's post is about the great outdoors.  First up: the incredible effects of wasp spray:  This picture doesn't quite do it justice, but the spray ate/dissolved 1/2 the depth of the nest, including the white cells. Second: Arborvitae  The above picture is of a healthy, dwarf arborvitae.  It wasn't supposed to get over 5' tall. I'm 5'2.5"  I think somebody in the labeling department goofed. And this picture is an unhealthy, dwarf arborvitae.    A year or two ago we noticed these little pine cone thingies on the tree. I thought perhaps the tree had finally matured from the little funny looking ball seeds to miniature pine cones.  I was wrong. Turns out these are bagworms. They build the bag out of the material they eat and silk they spin. Even while eating, they stay in their bags (as you can see in the above picture). During the winter they hibernate with their ...

A few weeks ago I saw the following bumper sticker: Jesus paid for my sins, so I'm making sure he got his money's worth! I could just picture a few boys from high school laughing as they said something like this. The very concept makes me cringe, and also makes me wonder if they just think it's a funny comeback at those who make them feel uncomfortable for considering their sins, or if they truly haven't thought through the implications of the payment (which I don't think they have), or if they simply just don't care. I want it to be the first one, but I fear it's just mockery and flippancy at it's worst.  

Friday we made the opportunity to do something I have always wanted to do: attend Raleigh's Antique Extravaganza. They had a wide array of things for sale, such as: Toys - from miniature metal soldiers to old wooden rocking horses and horse sticks, there where a few booths had toys on display. There was also a doll collector vendor who specialized in restoration, but I don't consider Raggedy Ann & Andy to be antique. :) Linens - I love looking at linens and think they look nice, but since I don't use tablecloths or linen napkins or fancy hand towels, those are just nice things to look upon. A few booths I couldn't help but wonder if the linens were new but made using antique methods (tatted lace, hand embroidery, etc) I didn't stop to ask so I guess I'll never know. Furniture/repurposing - There were a few booths that had antique furnishings, some fancy, some plain, and thoroughly enjoyed looking at those. Prices were all over the place, and many ...

My first grade niece was VERY excited this past year to be the only first grader to reach the first level in the jump rope club. I don't remember if it was 100 jumps or to jump non-stop for 1 minute, but she was elated.  And then I read one of those magazine articles listing all the "short of time" exercises you can do that will help. You guessed it: jumping rope. Evidently 10 minutes of jumping rope will burn 100 calories. Now, bear in mind, in elementary school, Jump Rope Days in PE were torture. They ranked right up there with relay races and running. And when I complained to Mom about it, that meant we had to PRACTICE jumping rope at home. Who else had pe homework but me? I did manage in middle school to go 6 or 7 jumps with tripping. Bearing that small success in mind, I went to the toy room and untied the jump ropes I have from the cars and stuffed animals. I lasted all of thirty seconds before deciding another broken bone was not worth 100 calories and took t...

Evidently in the mmmm, sigh, 15 years+ since I started college, things have changed. No, I'm not talking about  the laptop requirement and textbooks on computers. Yes, that has changed from back in the day, as well as many other things, but students now have to read a book BEFORE they arrive for orientation. Several years ago UNC's selection made quite an uproar. I don't even remember what it was now, but that was the first time I had ever heard about reading requirements before you even started classes that wasn't for a class (except for my AP English class in high school). The N&O released the required reading list. Most of the schools had chosen either biographies or books about true stories that had current cultural significance, or dealt with an alumni, the history of the school/faith, etc (Here's the article with the list: http://www.newsobserver.com/2011/07/03/1315108/provocative-reading-from-colleges.html#storylink=misearch ) Imagine my surprise when ...