WHY do I continue to think this is better than dropping stuff off at A Great Find or Goodwill? Aren't there a million other ways to get a little cash? Selling hair, selling blood, taking untested drugs....anything's got to be less painful than this.
I was on a roll, blissfully taking periodic bagfulls of treasures to Goodwill. But then we made this little decision to go visit my sister in Ireland. Thus the scrimping and saving and aching of feet. I must really love De a lot.
Always remember: FRIENDS DON'T LET FRIENDS HAVE YARDSALES!
There's just something about jumping in a big straw mound. My kids look forward to that more than about anything at pumpkin patches!
Chilly autumn greetings to you. I come seeking your wisdom!
I'm working on a purity project for young ladies, and I have a question for you:
If you could give a bit of advice to some girls (and their mothers) about emotional and physical purity, what would you tell them?
(Guys - I would consider your input extremely valuable in this discussion - if any of you have the guts!)
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Sarah here later, checking in....I am loving all of the input and wisdom that is coming from your hearts. I would love to hear more of the same. I'm also waiting for someone to talk about emotional purity: giving out too many pieces of our hearts, etc. And....anyone brave enough to talk about why you personally are sorry you didn't (or are glad you did) make good choices? Anyone want to talk to the ones who have already given too much? This is great stuff...keep it coming!
:: Cuddling and giggling in bed with my kids on a Saturday morning
:: Coming home from teaching Saturday lessons to a quiet house full of sleeping kids!
:: Warm, creamy Alfredo
I'm feeling a bit bitter here.
And what in the world was I thinking when I promised to make them pancakes? I'm hearing chants of bweakfast! bweakfast! bweakfast!
Ok. It's official. I'm a doofus. Any help out there from the non-doofus readership? Can I link to a pdf file saved on my computer?
By the way, speaking of doofusness....I'm really overwhelmed with Photoshop. I'm not saying I can't figure it out (not giving up...), I'm saying that I'm ticked that it has to take so honkin' LONG to figure it out! (Grrrrr, and other grouchy words.)
Maybe it would help if I spent more than 10 minutes and read a tutorial or something....ya think?
I admit, I just wish I could open * click * and create! Not so with photoshop, eh?
(Wow. It's too much to write now. Every window, every door, every room - every inch of this grand place has a story to tell. Rich and beautiful memories. Maybe later - after these tears go away.)
:: The sound of an autumn rain through the open windows
:: The comfort of Eric Satie as I wash dishes
:: A pause, then an on purpose kiss from David as soon as he arrives home from studying
:: Watching my two year old boy play imaginary football with himself in the living room with every ounce of happy energy in his little body
:: Finding a pile of cool Renaissance costumes at goodwill for our Reformation Day celebration with David's students
I fear that in this sharing I will get myself going and not know where to stop. I've always believed in drinking life in - Carpe Diem was my high school class motto and has been a sort of personal theme for me. And by that phrase I am not referring to a hedonistic and godless search for pleasure. I am referring to a mind and heart that is set to view each simple pleasure and daily beauty as a gift from the Hand of a God of Spectacular Extravagance.
Care to join me?
The suite reminded us of our honeymoon suite.
They served a fantastic continental breakfast in the atrium. (We're not talking stale donuts. We're talking fresh mangoes, gourmet granola, a personal pot of coffee. I just love 3-star living at a 1-star price.
A little Starbucks, a little reading, a little alone time. Ahhhh.....
(Some of you girlfriends would have cracked up laughing at me trying to get a picture of my alone time. I subtly propped the camera up and pushed the timer -- attempting to be discreet enough that the fine oriental executive gentleman working on his laptop across the atrium would not think I was totally bonkers! Then again, if you had been there I wouldn't have had to go through such shenanigans to get a picture, now would I? But then it wouldn't have been alone time. It would have been girlfriend time....... This random rambling has convinced me to finish these Chicago posts tomorrow!)
David, my brilliant hero, left the morning paper on the top of his car as he buzzed off to class. Hours later, he was gathering the scattered pages from the hotel grounds. I just love it when he's absent minded. (Both times)
We can't wait to take our kids on this smooth double decker train. There are so many things to watch!
Union Station - An experience all its own. I want to go into detail but I'll refrain.